[LPF] The Inheritance

[GlassEye]

"By the Never-Ending Night!" exclaims the man. It is not quite certain if he is staring at Tasanto in cattaur form or the spectacle of a dwarf on a giant chameleon. Regardless, he stands gaping as he holds the door to his house wide open.

"Papa, don't be rude. And close the door, you'll let flies in." The girl props the axe up against the stump and executes a clumsy curtsy before moving forward to Damaris' horse. "You're so pretty. I can't imagine traveling so far from home. I never been more'n a couple of miles away."

Abruptly she turns back to her father. "Papa, stop yer staring and help those men with the, ah, horses!" She smiles shyly up at Damaris. "Lady, I'll show you the house, if you like?"

The farmer motions vaguely towards the barn.

"We can set your mounts up in the barn. Name's Molnar and the girl is Katalin."


. . . . . . . Molnar . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Katalin . . . . . . .

 

[soulnova]

"Oh." Damaris glances back at Tassanto and chuckles. "I guess after a couple of weeks traveling with Tassanto like that I tend to forget how unusual he must look... and of course, there's also Carvernous Hode's mount..." she covers her mouth giggling.


"Oh, but you don't have to be so formal. I must be around your age... and I certainly don't have any titles to be a Lady (...yet). My name is Damaris Beiryn and just like my friends, we hope to enter the city without problems. Anyway, I would gladly accept your invitation... and maybe some water. The road was certainly more than a little rough..."

"Mr. Molnar, is a pleasure to meet you too."

 

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[Satin Knights]

"Well, nobody tried to jump us on the road, did they? Those little buggers that got to me while I was sleeping wouldn't dare have tried if I had been awake and in full form."

"Well, I suppose this area looks mild and calm enough." Tasanto snaps his fingers and the beast dissolves in a puff of smoke, leaving behind the young half-elf. "Tis that a little more pleasant to the eye?"

 

[Systole]

Cavernous Hode taps the giant chameleon on top of its head. Obediently, the creature turns a mottled green and brown to match the surrounding landscape. The dwarf beams proudly. "There! The provincial farmer may calm himself, as Elizabeth is much less of an imposition on his awareness now." He hops down and surveys the stead. Mister Dickens trots up next to the druid, carrying what appears to be a groundhog that he killed. The giant rat sits on his haunches and begins chewing noisily on the carcass.

 

[sunshadow21]

Thuvian allows others to speak for the group, although for once, he doesn't seem to getting that much attention, a unusual state of affairs in his experience, and one he is perfectly happy to extend as long as possible. Perhaps having the dwarf around isn't a bad thing after all, he ponders to himself as he idly watches the rat.

 

[GlassEye]

"You're pretty enough to be a lady. Oh! Why that one's just an elf-blood. Must be a wizard or a werecreature. It's not catching, is it? And that quiet fellow with the big sword... Ain't too pretty now, is he? Papa said I should set my sights on a good worker and not a pretty man. He's not married is he?" Katalin, probably having no one but the old man to talk to, is a veritable flood of words as she clutches Damaris' hand in her own callused hand and leads her to the house. "Mama died years back so I keep the house and I try to keep up on extra chores since Benedek was taken... There's water in the pitcher but we've got some dandelion wine I tried my hand at, and I'm sure the men'll want some beer."

Molnar rapidly blinks appearing shell-shocked at Tasanto's transformation but manages to raise a knuckle to his forehead in greeting to Damaris as she passes him. "Ma'am." He turns back to the others outside his house and seems to notice Thuvian for the first time. Finally the man seems to focus on something that he can wrap his mind around and stares at Mister Dickens as the rat gnaws on what's left of the groundhog. "Damned if I han't been trying to trap that creature for weeks now." He chuckles. "Never thought to try a giant trained rat."

The farmer shakes his head and seems to come to his senses. He walks over and takes the reins of Damaris' horse. "This way, gentlemen. Not enough room in the barn for all your mounts but they can share the field and graze with my own animals."

It doesn't take long to get the mounts unsaddled, rubbed down, and let out into the field and saddles and packs stowed in the barn. With tasks to accomplish and keep his mind off the strangeness of his visitors Molnar manage to make a bit of small talk asking about the trip and the weather. Soon he's leading everyone back to the house where Katalin is hurriedly putting the finishing touches on a meal of roasted goat, fresh bread, and steaming root vegetables.


. . . . . . . Molnar . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Katalin . . . . . . .

 

[soulnova]

"Oh... Dandelion Wine would be just lovely, thank you"

A sad smile appears while watching Katalin moving around and asking all those questions.

Nostalgia washes over Damaris. She was like this once... Kind off. She did have the town close enough to walk there in less that it took to cook a chicken so she always had the chance of talking to someone else when the other girls in town invited her over for a meal and to sing together at the town's plaza.

A goat slowly roasting over the fire pit, its aroma filling the house. A steaming vegetable soup being served at the table. Mundane talk about the weather.

Home.

-No.- she frowns for a second when the girl wasn't looking -You chose this Damaris. Don't start now getting homesick. You couldn't go back to "life before" even if you wanted- she reprehends herself.

"Benedek?" she suddenly perks up when hearing someone was taken "Who's this Benedek?"

 

[jackslate45]

Tyrion, leaving the talk to the more social ones, goes and helps Molnar with his small tasks, moving his own horse into the field and helping the farmer take the saddles into the barn. Tyrion hadn't realized how hungry he was until he smelled the home cooked meal waiting for them.

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I aplogize for the lack of posting. The client made a surprise visit this week, which got me swamped...
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[Satin Knights]

Not having a horse to put away in the barn, Tasanto tries to make himself useful, but is at a loss for what to do. "No, it isn't lycanthropy. What I do takes years of study in the mystic arts." Thinking to himself, {{Or blind luck.}}