City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn IX

[Craw Hammerfist]

"I was just talking with my friend here, the lovely Cindria,"

Cindria blushes at the compliment. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Augustus. And yours as well, Quarion."

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Quarion Holimion, Elven Druid

Quarion answers Pendrake's question about the Lakenwold region. "Lakenwold Reach is a heavily wooded area about fifty miles north of here. I spent half a century there, living in the wilderness among the animals. Verdante's beauty is quite evident in Lakenwold, it is ever peaceful and quiet. Serene perfection." The elf sighs sadly, remembering. "But there are more places I must see, and abominations I must destroy, and natural wonders I must protect. That is why I left my second home."

Quarion thinks for a moment, trying to place the "noordlands". He shakes his head and says, "The... 'Noordlands'? I have never heard of such a place in all my travels. You arrived by ship? How far did you travel?"

To Cindria, he bows politely. "Saesa omentien lle, arwen en amin."

OOC: I don't mind the accent at all, in fact, I like it. The lack of capitalization makes it more difficult to read than the dialect. =P

[sblock=Elven Translation: ]It is a pleasure meeting you, milady. (formal)[/sblock]

 

[Scott DeWar]

The lad smiles sheepishly at the slight language barrier.

Pointing north he repeats, "Noord...Das Noordlands.I zee last mein vader zes maanden ahgo, uh mein father *hold up five fingers of one hand and his thumb of the other* zeicks moonts.

Travel from cool noord to haut ... zuiden, uh zout...er sout? " As he strugles with the local dialect he points south, then hooks his finger in his collar, sticks his tounge out and pants like a hound dog on a muggy afternoon on the south end of mississippi. Despite the extreamly humorous effect this may have, it is quite apperent that he did not like the warmer climes of that region

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Quarion Holimion, Elven Druid

Quarion narrows his eyes, struggling to understand the northlander. He nods slowly as Pendrake speaks, understanding the gist of his words thanks to his pantomimes. "Six months at sea? And you left your family behind?" Quarion confirms his understanding. "Yes it is warmer here, but I enjoy the weather. The trees are green in the spring and summer, and golden in the autumn. The winter has its own natural beauty, but I cannot imagine living in a land of ice and snow, where all the trees look dead. It is part of the cycle of things, I know, and were it not for the dead of winter, the life of summer would be so less apparent." Quarion moves to the table at which Pendrake is seated. "Your accent is thick, but you will grow accustomed to the common tongue. It is not my first language either."

Rather than sit, though, Quarion turns to Cindria and asks her, "And you, milady, where do you travel from?"

 

[Craw Hammerfist]

"And you, milady, where do you travel from?"

Cindria smiles ruefully at the question:"Actually, I grew up here, in Orussus. I have yet to see any of the rest of the world."

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Quarion Holimion, Elven Druid

Quarion nods slowly. "Ah, still 'green'. The world is a large place, and none of us will see it all. However, I plan on seeing as much of it as I can. We elves live long. You humans seem to spend your lives thrashing and running all the time. It is an intense way of living, I am glad to see your passion, but I could not live this life of adventure for long. It is an excellent way to travel, though." Quarion orders a glass of red wine from the bar. He beckons for everybody to sit at the same table.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Aletheia is already on Cindria's other side, so she just stays where she is while turning to Quarion.*

"Hello there, Quarion. I have much respect for the Green Man and his disciples. No traveler could ask for a greater gift than the majesty of some of the vistas Verdante has created for our enjoyment. You may already know me, but in case you don't, I'm Aletheia. We were speaking here of our dreams and what made us all decide to be adventurers."

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Quarion Holimion, Elven Druid

Quarion sits down at the table with the two women. "Dreams and adventuring... Yes, I dream of eliminating all aberrations of nature, like werewolves, undead, and dragons from the world. Such a creature destroyed my home and killed my clan, that is why I travel today. I know that alone, I cannot hope to accomplish my task. But with time, my effort along with the efforts of those who come after me, Verante's natural glory will be allowed to reign perpetually."

 

[Scott DeWar]

Pendrake listens intently to all three, getting much of what they are saying. at the mention of dragons he lights up.

"Ja, Dragons..some meest majest schepselen, vreselijke schepselen magestic creatoors, some terrible. village near home gone one nacht...stars go voof..there , then gone.

vlammen belch from darkness und huuts ashes become."

he shakes his head, drinks his ale and continues, "most die. das otras join us but fute enough not uf, so i go to name make fer mein zelf."

 

[GnomeWorks]

The door to the Red Dragon swings open, and in steps an average-height human, wearing black and blue. The most prominent weapons on his person are a whip, coiled at his right hip, and a rapier, sheathed on his left. His hair is long, and loosely tied back into a ponytail. He looks about the inn, then coughs slightly, as though attempting to garner some amount of attention.

"Howdy, all. Troi Delmontes is th' name." He says, loud enough for all to hear. "I'm a ranger by trade, good with th' whip, an' I'm pretty good at trackin'."

He then heads to the bar and takes a seat.