Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Gathering at the Wick
Exter is about to reply, when . . .
Exter is about to reply, when . . .
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Deasaigh
The door opens with a loud roar, as the rain has caused the old door to swell, letting the sound of thunder reverberate unmuffled in the tavern. A long slinder figure glides through the doorway, displaying a long red sash which is wrapped around the lower half of the travler's face, and trailing down his back. His attire is obviously lowland, and likely coastal as is evidenced by his lack of cover. He closes the door and makes his way to the bar.
"I need a room..." he says, with a tone that may be taken as a lack of desire for social interaction.
"and a fire to sit by."
The door opens with a loud roar, as the rain has caused the old door to swell, letting the sound of thunder reverberate unmuffled in the tavern. A long slinder figure glides through the doorway, displaying a long red sash which is wrapped around the lower half of the travler's face, and trailing down his back. His attire is obviously lowland, and likely coastal as is evidenced by his lack of cover. He closes the door and makes his way to the bar.
"I need a room..." he says, with a tone that may be taken as a lack of desire for social interaction.
"and a fire to sit by."
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Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
A Dark and Stormy Night
Mrs. Still bustles into the common room, having heard the commotion. With a small gasp at the soaked and bedraggled condition of her latest guest, she begins puttering around him with towels, anxiously explaining that she's banked the cooking fires for the evening, but there's some bread still available, and mulled wine or ale as well. "Of course we have a room -- all the rooms are set up for shared accomodations, but if Diddius will stay with his master there'll be no need . . ."
Exter hardly misses a beat as this rather dramatic entrance unfolds. "It seems as though most folks are looking forward to seeing what the Queen can do for us. For the most part, people are tired of the constant fighting with the neighbors and are ready for a little peace. Those who had it good under the old Lord (and wasn't it convenient, that a stray shot during that last battle should take him right in the heart, what with him being so far behind the lines and all) are still talking about gathering and 'setting things right again,' but there doesn't seem to be enough of them to do more than cause a little trouble."
Aved comes in and throws a couple more logs on the fire under the pot with the mulled wine, as it looks as though most of the guests in the inn are settling in for a bit more time in the common room before retiring. He also pulls a chair over in front of the fire for Deasaigh -- it's more than a little warm out for sitting by a fire, but it will help him dry out.
Mrs. Still bustles into the common room, having heard the commotion. With a small gasp at the soaked and bedraggled condition of her latest guest, she begins puttering around him with towels, anxiously explaining that she's banked the cooking fires for the evening, but there's some bread still available, and mulled wine or ale as well. "Of course we have a room -- all the rooms are set up for shared accomodations, but if Diddius will stay with his master there'll be no need . . ."
Exter hardly misses a beat as this rather dramatic entrance unfolds. "It seems as though most folks are looking forward to seeing what the Queen can do for us. For the most part, people are tired of the constant fighting with the neighbors and are ready for a little peace. Those who had it good under the old Lord (and wasn't it convenient, that a stray shot during that last battle should take him right in the heart, what with him being so far behind the lines and all) are still talking about gathering and 'setting things right again,' but there doesn't seem to be enough of them to do more than cause a little trouble."
Aved comes in and throws a couple more logs on the fire under the pot with the mulled wine, as it looks as though most of the guests in the inn are settling in for a bit more time in the common room before retiring. He also pulls a chair over in front of the fire for Deasaigh -- it's more than a little warm out for sitting by a fire, but it will help him dry out.
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Scotley
Hero
Gavril
"Thank you Madame, one room for my servant and I shall be adequate." He stands and leaning on his cane walks over to listen to Exter's conversation. "First thing she can do is open the borders and get trade flowing, so a man can earn a living. All this war's a damn nuisance for those not directly engaged in it."
"Thank you Madame, one room for my servant and I shall be adequate." He stands and leaning on his cane walks over to listen to Exter's conversation. "First thing she can do is open the borders and get trade flowing, so a man can earn a living. All this war's a damn nuisance for those not directly engaged in it."
Athelstan
Athelstan
After overhearing the mutterings and accusations of the old men at the table nearby, Athelstan motions to the barmaid as she continues to prepare things in the Inn for the evening.
While waiting for her to get across the room to him, Athelstan thinks I wonder if they... no, no. They couldn't have seen under my cloak. Yet that flash of lightening as we came in and the way they looked at us... they couldn't have seen, could they? The light in here is much too selective. A fire there, a few candles there. Nothing that will help their eyes see too sharply. Besides, whatever the light doesn't fix, the free-flowing spirits in here should finish off. I'm fine. It's okay. Just... calm down, there. No one sees anything.
Athelstan secures his cloak around his body as best as he can while sitting in his rickety seat without noticing he's doing it.
When the barmaid approaches him, he clears his throat of the silence that has filled it since entering the Inn and quietly, but distinctly asks ""Not to be a bother, but might there be some bread left from dinner I could persuade you to deliver my way? I'm afraid that delicious stew didn't bed my appetite down quite as much as I'd hoped."
Athelstan
After overhearing the mutterings and accusations of the old men at the table nearby, Athelstan motions to the barmaid as she continues to prepare things in the Inn for the evening.
While waiting for her to get across the room to him, Athelstan thinks I wonder if they... no, no. They couldn't have seen under my cloak. Yet that flash of lightening as we came in and the way they looked at us... they couldn't have seen, could they? The light in here is much too selective. A fire there, a few candles there. Nothing that will help their eyes see too sharply. Besides, whatever the light doesn't fix, the free-flowing spirits in here should finish off. I'm fine. It's okay. Just... calm down, there. No one sees anything.
Athelstan secures his cloak around his body as best as he can while sitting in his rickety seat without noticing he's doing it.
When the barmaid approaches him, he clears his throat of the silence that has filled it since entering the Inn and quietly, but distinctly asks ""Not to be a bother, but might there be some bread left from dinner I could persuade you to deliver my way? I'm afraid that delicious stew didn't bed my appetite down quite as much as I'd hoped."
mleibrock
First Post
Scath
A blurry-eyed tiny fellow comes from behind a door of which must lead to the rooms. He seems about 18 inches tall and seems to be wrapped in a cloak, the edges and now that youa re looking the entire thing, all seem to be indiscernable.
He looks tired and a bit annoyed as he looks around for the source of the noise that just woke hime from his sleep. He will glide over to the fire and have a seat on the mantle, feet dangling. He says nothing and begins to look around the room.
As he notices a full room he will observe and see how each in the room reats to him.
A blurry-eyed tiny fellow comes from behind a door of which must lead to the rooms. He seems about 18 inches tall and seems to be wrapped in a cloak, the edges and now that youa re looking the entire thing, all seem to be indiscernable.
He looks tired and a bit annoyed as he looks around for the source of the noise that just woke hime from his sleep. He will glide over to the fire and have a seat on the mantle, feet dangling. He says nothing and begins to look around the room.
As he notices a full room he will observe and see how each in the room reats to him.
Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
A Dark and Stormy Night
At first, no one notices the diminutive figure of Scath as he enters the room and sits grumpily by the fire -- as everyone in the Wick is thought to be in the common room, no one was looking for people to arrive from upstairs.
Then an ear-piercing scream splits the low mutter of conversation in the room. In the silence that follows, little Jinny is seen standing in the door to the kitchen with a look of horror on her face, pointing a shaking finger at the little gray man in the black cloak who's 'suddenly appeared' on the hearth. All of the NPC guests in the room leave their tables and back to the walls.
Mrs. Still, obviously the more 'take charge' type of the couple, slowly approaches the wee one. With exagerrated politeness, she asks, "What do you wish of us, Master Fae?"
For Deasaigh:
[sblock]As you were sitting by the fire when Scath came and sat down, and as you've had some experience with the Fae, you were actually not surprised by his sudden appearance. However, Jinny's scream was both surprising and painful.[/sblock]
For Scath:
[sblock]You feel an increase in your energy level, much as though you'd just had a meal. However, the 'flavor' of the meal you get from fear and other negative emotions doesn't 'taste' very good to you -- you're preferred meals are bemused laughter, good natured irritablility, etc. You can subsist just fine on any strong emotion, you just prefer those on the border between the positive and negative.[/sblock]
OOC: Though all of you have heard of the Fae none of you has actually seen one. Check out my post to Mike in the OOC thread and adjust your reactions as you wish.
At first, no one notices the diminutive figure of Scath as he enters the room and sits grumpily by the fire -- as everyone in the Wick is thought to be in the common room, no one was looking for people to arrive from upstairs.
Then an ear-piercing scream splits the low mutter of conversation in the room. In the silence that follows, little Jinny is seen standing in the door to the kitchen with a look of horror on her face, pointing a shaking finger at the little gray man in the black cloak who's 'suddenly appeared' on the hearth. All of the NPC guests in the room leave their tables and back to the walls.
Mrs. Still, obviously the more 'take charge' type of the couple, slowly approaches the wee one. With exagerrated politeness, she asks, "What do you wish of us, Master Fae?"
For Deasaigh:
[sblock]As you were sitting by the fire when Scath came and sat down, and as you've had some experience with the Fae, you were actually not surprised by his sudden appearance. However, Jinny's scream was both surprising and painful.[/sblock]
For Scath:
[sblock]You feel an increase in your energy level, much as though you'd just had a meal. However, the 'flavor' of the meal you get from fear and other negative emotions doesn't 'taste' very good to you -- you're preferred meals are bemused laughter, good natured irritablility, etc. You can subsist just fine on any strong emotion, you just prefer those on the border between the positive and negative.[/sblock]
OOC: Though all of you have heard of the Fae none of you has actually seen one. Check out my post to Mike in the OOC thread and adjust your reactions as you wish.
mleibrock
First Post
Scath
As soon as the girl screams, Scath will unfurl a smile much like the grinch, obviously pleased with himself.
"I require nothing, I think someone's loud entrance must have woke me from a wonderful dream about this beautiful human... but that is neither here nor there. I only wanted to see who was about, feeling a bit social tonight I guess. Would you mind if I bed down somewhere in here tonight since the weather is afright tonight... (looking around) there are no cats here are there?"
As soon as the girl screams, Scath will unfurl a smile much like the grinch, obviously pleased with himself.
"I require nothing, I think someone's loud entrance must have woke me from a wonderful dream about this beautiful human... but that is neither here nor there. I only wanted to see who was about, feeling a bit social tonight I guess. Would you mind if I bed down somewhere in here tonight since the weather is afright tonight... (looking around) there are no cats here are there?"
Scotley
Hero
Gavril
At the sound of a scream Gavril's hand flies to his sword hilt and the blade is bared so quickly it almost seems to leap from the scabbard. Regardless of his foppish appearance the man holds the well used sword like a master. He moves with grace despite the bad leg and turns to examine the small fellow by the hearth. Seeing the creature's small size he grins. "I don't guess you'll need a very big bed, perhaps there is an infant's crib about the place?" With a flourish the blade hisses back into the scabbard. Gavril looks around and finds his elderly servant huddled behind the pile of baggage a fencing mask on his head and a badminton racket clutched firmly in both hands. “Diddious, its good to see you can still move so fast. If only you were so zealous when I give you an order.” Seeing the older man’s face fall Gavril relents, “I’m only kidding Diddious, a finer servant I could not wish for. Why don’t you find our room and put this stuff away?”
Turning back to the newcomer. "So tell me your name fellow, I am Gavril Lorant, the fencing master. I am new to this land and have never seen one such as you before."
At the sound of a scream Gavril's hand flies to his sword hilt and the blade is bared so quickly it almost seems to leap from the scabbard. Regardless of his foppish appearance the man holds the well used sword like a master. He moves with grace despite the bad leg and turns to examine the small fellow by the hearth. Seeing the creature's small size he grins. "I don't guess you'll need a very big bed, perhaps there is an infant's crib about the place?" With a flourish the blade hisses back into the scabbard. Gavril looks around and finds his elderly servant huddled behind the pile of baggage a fencing mask on his head and a badminton racket clutched firmly in both hands. “Diddious, its good to see you can still move so fast. If only you were so zealous when I give you an order.” Seeing the older man’s face fall Gavril relents, “I’m only kidding Diddious, a finer servant I could not wish for. Why don’t you find our room and put this stuff away?”
Turning back to the newcomer. "So tell me your name fellow, I am Gavril Lorant, the fencing master. I am new to this land and have never seen one such as you before."
mleibrock
First Post
Skath
"A crib, indeed!! And this from one who is missing his two other musketeers? I am Skath from no where in particular.
You are pretty quick with that sword and I hope for your sake you handle it better than you dress." Scath will smile at Gavril to show him his comments are meant in jest. "Buy me a drink, Sir Peacock!"
Scotley said:
"A crib, indeed!! And this from one who is missing his two other musketeers? I am Skath from no where in particular.
You are pretty quick with that sword and I hope for your sake you handle it better than you dress." Scath will smile at Gavril to show him his comments are meant in jest. "Buy me a drink, Sir Peacock!"
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