Domhani Bairdéir 01

[Pan]

Daesaigh at Wicks

Daesaigh, now mostly dried from the fire moves toward the table where he sees an unfortunately disfigured man sitting alone. The first thought that enters his mind is that he would never want to find himself on this man's warpath. From the looks of him, he must have seen many wars. Daesaigh pulls up a chair and asks permission to sit with Baer.
May I trouble you for your company sir?

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

A Dark and Stormy Night

On the other side of Gavril, Marten (the scholar) is remarking to Kurdy Deel (the curmudgeonly older man in the outfit of a tinker) about how strange it is that the apple trees, which should be in full bloom at this season, are devoid of blossoms.

Aved (the stable boy) is half hidden behind a table, looking curiously at Scath.

Josiah (the itenerant priest) is listening in on Marten an Kurdy's conversation, and the Shury brothers (the red-heads engaged in trade of glasswares) are in a friendly argument about the worst night they ever spent on the road. Exter maintains that it was the very same night their first shipment was destroyed in a 'rockslide' made of rocks barely bigger than pebbles -- no danger to people or beasts of burden but murderously vicious against fragile glass inexpertly packed for travel. Ditmore argues that the worst night was one they spent out in a storm much like the one raging outside the tightly shuttered windows tonight.

 

[draven14]

Cerallos

Cerallos continues minding his own business, sipping on his drink, but keeping a careful watch on all of the activities going on throughout the inn. He pays more attention to the state of his friend Athelstan and to anyone's reaction to him. He also keeps a watchful eye on that little gray fella. Remembering the taunts of a Fae descent,the fact that there is actual Fae in this room tends to heighten my senses.

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

Listening to the conversations of the brothers behind him a wry smile crosses Gavril's face, but he holds his tongue. They've never been hiding in a haystack naked with tornados threatening while a jelous husband directs his retainers in the use of their pitchforks.

To the fae he adds, "Tut tut fellow, I'd never be caught dead in green, it makes my skin look sallow and my hair as straw. Now teal there's a color for you or plum even lilac but green, please! You really should learn more about fashion before you make accusations. So what brings you to these parts? I must confess that I haven't the faintest notion what motivates a fellow like you."

 

[Mattress]

Athelstan muses

Athelstan remains seated where he is as the tables are moved together, choosing to let them accomodate him rather than getting up and risking someone else seeing his ghastly pallor.
At this point he overhears the fruity swordsman and the little, gray gent discussing wardrobes and how green is a color not to be caught dead in.

Damn my hide! If I didn't to cover myself like a freak, I'd have a word or two outside with that "illustrious gent". And what's his angle with that Fae, anyway? Is he looking to get on his good side or just being friendly?

Athelstan reprimands himself mentally and his facial features undergo the change of angered determination and snide mistrust to that of exasperated resignation.

What's wrong with me, anyway? It's just a color... and they're just talking about clothes, after all. It isn't like they know what's stuck in my craw. Thought if they saw... I bet that'd change their opinion on the boy with the pale, Oanite skin. It'd even shut that Fae up for a second to, I'd imagine.

Yawning slightly, he rubs the tickle at his right nostril and tries to shake the feeling that he's being watched. It doesn't go away.

He mutters to Cerallos lowly, yet distinctly:
Did I hear that right? Did that jackass just say something about green? And what kind of a spectacle do you think he'll get himself into with that Fae?

Rather than waiting for an answer to these questions, Athelstan continues without missing a beat, unknowingly anxious to speak to someone after feeling the eyes of the group upon him. He almost forgot about Cerallos, lost as he was in his morose musings on his skin.

And speaking of which, my friend, I couldn't help but notice the same peaks on his ears and yours.

He motions to the Fae.

Do you have any Fae blood in your veins or do your eartips come from some other accident or enchantment? Wait... don't tell me, you fell in love with a wizard's daughter!? Waa hah hah hah... What was her name? No, even better... how old was she? Hee hee hee...

Apparently even the idea of speaking to his new friend loosens his tounge and for the moment Athelstan becomes his old self.

 

[draven14]

Cerallos

Continuing to keep a close watch on the room, Cerallos appreciates for the first time someone reffering to his Fae appearance in a good-spirited manner. "Well, my friend, I am not of Fae blood, that I know of. I do know that my appearance was too much for my parents to handle. However, my appearance has occasionally aided me in my quest for seeking out my master's murderers. As for the gray fella, I am watching him close. One thing's for sure, their conversation is definitely amusing."

Avoiding any kind of confrontation tonight would be nice, especially with that storm. At least 'til sunrise.

 

[arkansasdave]

Béar at the Wick

Béar looks up at the approaching masked man and says:

Feel free to join us. Eadon here was just about to tell us about his adventures as a sword-for-hire.

 

[Pan]

Daesaigh at the Wick

"I shall sir, in hopes that I may hear of your exploits as well."

Daesaigh takes a seat and motions a barmaid to fetch him a pale ale. He leans forward slightly to show that he is interested in the story to come, Tossing an occasional, curious, glance to the fae at the mantle. I wonder is he what all fae look like?

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

Something in Eadon's tone draws Gavril from his banter with the fae. "A glass for you as well, tell us this sad tale, for the weather sets the mood for a dark tale."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

A Dark and Stormy Night

Eadon accepts the offer of ale with a nod.

"I myself know only part of the tale. Once Master Sorden took note of my appearance and decided (and rightly so, I should say) that I'm a man who knows the business end of a sword from the other, he approached me to question out my abilities. After hearing about some of my previous exploits, he was of the opinion that I am the man to protect him for the remainder of his journey and made me an offer of employment. His family is from a small clan living on the border between Ráth Diamhair and the FásachFiántas. His son took a place in the army standing against the new Queen, and was killed in a skirmish. The new queen has offered some small recompense for the families of those killed supporting their previous ruler, and Illé travels to claim the body of his son and his blood price. He's had some trouble with bandits on his travels, and I'm to protect him for the remainder of his journey."

OOC: I realize it can be confusing trying to pick up on a lot of place names without a map to reference. Ráth Diamhair is the country in which you all are travelling for your various reasons, and FásachFiántas, loosely translated, is 'Wilderlands.' Take a look at the OOC Thread for a crude map and key.