City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[InVinoVeritas]

Having had taken to meditating in a lotus position to pass the time, Quozen had withdrawn from the festivities. Yet the newcomer was someone to listen to, and Quozen quietly internalized the music.

He smirks at Taelythenihel's comment and shakes his head, saying nothing.

OOC: Now I'm seriously considering forming the Elf Only Party. (Sure, Half-Elves can come, too.)

 

[Phoenix8008]

"Our thanks for such an excellent song, Eleria." Saithnar says with a smile. "It lightens the hearts and minds of nearly all who hear it, I am sure." Saithnar finishes his drink and pulls out his tobacco pouch to begin loading his pipe and soon enough is producing floating rings with the sweet smelling smoke.

OOC: InVinoVeritas, what exactly does your name translate to from Latin? My best guess was "In Vine, Truth", or "In Wine, Truth" considering the picture of grapes in conjuction with the name...

 

[Richard Rawen]

Rowan thumps the table. "Rawen! It's not bedtime! I asked you a question! And what do you say, Rinya? Can you two both pony up 250 gold?"

[sblock=Rowan] Already answered, here it is again:

Richard stirs from his place, leaning back in his seat against the bar. He furrows his brow, "Uh, well, remember that whole sword thing . . . ?" The young man looks down at his boots redfaced, before looking back at Rowan. "I'll gladly help with anything I can as soon as I pay my bill at the forge."

Sorry 'bout that, Richard is embarrassed enough without having to repeat his situation [/sblock]
Richard gives a small smile to Rowan's boisterousness... "Bedtime is when you want to go to bed. Working a forge for six hours is a good workout..." his face gets a bit wistful as he weighs his words, "I'm tired, goodnight."

 

[Voda Vosa]

OOC: It means exactly that ^^. "En el vino, la verdad"
About the elven party, that sounds like a great idea =)

After listening the melodic song, applaud the newcomer bard.
-Wonderful my lady- he says as he claps, with his eyes coled and a smile on his face.

 

[Drerek]

"A pleasing ballad, well suited in its simplicity to its audience," Taelythenihel remarks.

Ruud applauds the song and laughs hard at the comment, "Hah! That's a good one."

 

[Trouvere]

"A good what?" asks Taelythenihel. "When an elven bard sings in the Common tongue, it is as though the sword of a master smith were used to cut firewood. I have no voice to match that of Eleria, but I will sing for you a song of our people, as she ought." Taelythenihel sings, and though her voice is merely adequate, still she is an elf.

"Arioro enlaf sheki?
Solaelonna!
Sel tra lamketh avin.
Nuque larilaf nath aith:
Cyadu azedeth,
Ki okash ruaesti."[sblock=Elven]When will spring flowers and autumn moons end?
I am the bearer of too many memories.
An east wind bends the high trees.
I wish to forget the moonlight on my ancient home.
The crescent of the onyx bridge still stands,
But my people have fallen silent."[/sblock][sblock=OOC]With apologies to Li Houzhou, and thanks :\ to the painfully inadequate lexicon in Races of the Wild.[/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

-As sad as my mother, I must say that elfs have an unpleasant taste for sorrow.- Ciprinus replies. After noticing that all the present were looking to his pointy ears, he adds -I'm a half-elf, see the beard?- he points his short beard.

 

[Deus Ex Machina]

Eleria nods in appreciation of those who had praised her performance, graciously accepting their applause. Though she can do nothing but stare blankly at the female gray elf, Taelythenihel. What had she meant by her comments? Was it to offend me? Or those who are listening? Or was it just her own insecurities surfacing?

Somewhat bemused, she speaks with Taelythenihel in Elven, aware that many of the others around would hear and understand their conversation. Her tone is clearly questioning, even to outsiders.

[sblock=Elven]“I have many songs in my repetoire and could sing a fine ballad or ode in our language if it pleases you, good lady… Though, do you not think it appropriate that others in the tavern that do not speak our tongue should hear and enjoy?”[/sblock]

 

[InVinoVeritas]

[sblock=ooc]"In Vino Veritas" does mean "In wine, truth."

As for an Elf Only Party, we've got two Wizards 1, a Druid 1, a Bard 1, a Monk 2, and (maybe) a Barb2/Rgr1. A little lighter and faster than the standard party, but that just means we can run away quicker. That would work... And we all could speak Elven the entire time.[/sblock]

Quozen stands and strides over to the two elven women. "K'sladra mekti..." he begins,

[sblock=Elven] "Good ladies, why quibble over language? What we speak is what we speak, and it is for the universe to hear. It notes your jubilation," indicating Eleria, "just as suredly your contempt," indicating Taelythenihel. "These people, their ways are strange, yet they hold many beauties. Have you seen a stone well? A hole, dug deep, lined with stones all the way down, to hold water. We do not have such things in the Lands of Fire. They may not know the glories of the Basalt Wind Organ here, yet there is an enlivening passion in their immediacy. Every day the same, every decade different. They are truly a mysterious people. Yet I do not recommend loving them." [/sblock]

"Come now," he concludes, "Engage them or ignore them, they are filled with wonder."

 

[Boddynock]

Suddenly the door of the inn is thrown open and a young man dashes in.

He looks wildly around the room, his eyes darting from one group of adventurers to another, then gasps, “Help! You must come. They’re just down the road. Quickly - before it’s too late!”

Then, without even waiting to see if anyone is following, he rushes to the door and disappears outside.