A Warping of the Blood

[hero4hire]

Leondegrance-Human

*Lost in thought..Leon was oblivious to his surroundings until...*

*The dracha's words provoke a rolling grumble in the tavern. People mutter amongst themselves darkly, and when the giant speaks up, another answers.*

"What, giants can't take their own medicine? How you think we humans felt when you lot just took over? But now that the shoe's on the other foot you're complaining?" an older human man says, standing up and taking a beligerant stance.

"Well now sir...you...and everyone for that matter...has a right to thier opinion. But this is not the forum for expressing it surely? I would by you a drink sir, but alas...I see you already have a magicked glass, and confidentially...I am afraid I might have to take out a loan to meet the prices!"

*Leon winks as he says the last part a bit loudly.*

OOC: Diplomacy +10

 

[Jolmo]

Ke'ch'rhal, Dracha

"The ancient Hu-charad made a pledge to the mighty Erixalimar himself to leave this land for the dragons. I am sure the giant leaders will not have forgotten, and leave honorably rather than stay as oath-breakers and drive the land to further strife."

*Ke'ch'rhal speaks with conviction, but he's not trying to rile anyone up, just stating facts to settle the situation.*

 

[ender_wiggin]

"What, giants can't take their own medicine? How you think we humans felt when you lot just took over? But now that the shoe's on the other foot you're complaining?" an older human man says, standing up and taking a beligerant stance.

The giant laughs aloud at this foolish man's proclamation.

"I am not complaining. I am expressing the situation at hand; one which is fraught with a web of causality."

Turning to the dracha, the giant continues, "I do not wish to provoke any hostilities; my previous statement was the observation from my point of view. Though if this transition of power, or no transition of power, does not occur peacefully, which I doubt it will, we may not be fighting on the same side in that future conflict."

 

[Jolmo]

Ke'ch'rhal, Dracha

*Ke'ch'rhal nods, accepting the giants view for now. He then looks to the mojh again.*

"Did you have further questions?"

 

[Erekose13]

"I will make no judgements, as many have done already, prior to acquiring all the facts. What I would like to know is what role the dracha, and indeed yourself, play in this return?" replies Scinathar, having sat quietly while those around railed against the dracha.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The man's companions tug him back down into his seat before he can continue the argument, and the staff seem to breathe easier now that they see people aren't going to draw steel to settle the manner.*

"But no longer. Now, I must search for Ra-Pharod, who holds the key to what will be my salvation or my damnation. Tales of the great steward have reopened a deep wound in my heart that I had hoped to begin healing. I must find him! I must before I die from the tension warring inside my heart. And even if I do find him, his tidings may simply mean that my fate is to die, entwined with his. Ah, cruel metarunic guardian, what a sick sense of humour you have! If I had just been a simple skyship merchant, not a magister or a would-be-hero, how happy and carefree would my life had been? Why am I here now, bereft of everything that has ever mattered to me, with so little in exchange?"

"I'm sorry...pondering my past and the metarunic influences can often bring me deep anguish."

*Soevi lays a gentle hand on his arm.*

"She was very important to you, wasn't she? There's such enthusiasm in your voice when you speak of metarunic influences; you two must have made great discoveries together. Please, I don't mean to touch on old wounds, but I know something of the loss of a loved one. He... was special to me too, an artist, but fate took him before me. Now I live each day on my own, looking for another to share my heart as he did. He would have wanted it that way. It may be that this new love lies outside my father's inn... perhaps," she says with compassion.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"...She...she told me to find another." Vayj whispers hauntedly, "It was her last wish, that I live for both of us, and sometimes I try, but I just can't...You must understand; you and she are--were--so much alike..."

*The locket seems glow warmly, though perhaps it is the light reflected off Vayj's glass*

"...I think she likes you...Here, I still need to pay for my glass..." the harrowed magister says.

*Vayj reaches into his pocket and pulls out his payment softly, placing his tiny hand inside Soevi's as he rests it gently on her palm. However, rather than the expected gold piece, it is a Quickling Faen-sized piece of dark-green jade, the colour of Soevi's eyes, worth only around 50 GP rather than the usual 100 because it is half-size*

*Not recognising the possible innuendo in Soevi's added 'perhaps,' Vayj says*

"Here...perhaps this will be a start to help you go on a journey of the heart of your own, though mine now requires me to find Ra-Pharod, the only one who can save me from the nightmare that I have lived for the past 10 years. And when you get a chance, if you could bring me one more glass, this one Quickling Faen-sized?"

 

[ender_wiggin]

"You speak of great sorrow," says the giant to Vasj, "but I must ask why you so single-mindedly seek the giant you call Ra-Pharod. What makes you think he can aid you?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Because, noble Steward, I have heard tales that Ra-Pharod has spotted the evil one that I seek...for whom I have been searching these past ten years, but given up all hope when I could find no trace all this time...the one...the one who took my Lyana..."

 

[ender_wiggin]

"And you think that because this giant saw your mortal enemy, that he might know the location of his whereabouts, or perhaps assistance in gaining vengeance, or perhaps knowledge of evil one that might hint at a weakness?"