(RP) Dangerous Legacy

[Vendetta]

A rather round, but cute halfling woman tromps up to Rak and shoves a pie at him. "Eat, eat!" She says with a smile.

 

[Tor L'Tha]

A rather round, but cute halfling woman tromps up to Rak and shoves a pie at him. "Eat, eat!" She says with a smile.

"Oh... thank you my lady" "in gratitude and if you want I would be honored to take a dance withyou mylady.... " I do not how you dance to your rythms but im willing to learn" he eats the pie and sees at the round cuty standing there moving her feets to the music some halflings are preforming on the stage.

 

[taitzu52]

Sonrik smiles at the merriment that is surrounding him. He loads some kegs onto stands, and hoists some boxes around for the proprietor that had befriended him. He stops to rest, sitting on a box and wiping his brow, amongst the eating and dancing around him.
As he looks at the gay halflings, his thoughts drift to darker placer. He thinks again of fair Thel’Lorean and the death of Kendrian, and how blissfully ignorant these folk were of the danger that they were in. Sonrik wishes that he were older, a more experienced warrior, capable of defending these lands. But alas, he was young, and small in the scope of things.
At length, Sonrik stands, and looks at the table to his side. Grabbing an apple, he winks at the barkeep and goes back to work. Tomorrow, he must be a servant of the Twins once more.

 

[Vendetta]

The bar keep comes up to Sonrik "Eat and enjoy yourself now, friend. You've done enough if only you'd help me carry what's left back."

The round halfling shows Rak the steps to the dance and as soon as he's finished eating, pulls him out to the dancefloor for a more thorough lesson, giggling the whole time.

 

[Ashy]

Ala dances stiffly and finally manages to crack a small smile. Once the song has ended, she bows, whispers a thank you to the halfling and then retreats to her room for the night...

Vendetta, can you email me please? Thanks!

 

[Knight Otu]

Sel'Tarien, though still rather unhappy, starts to mingle with the halflings, trying to gather some information, especially about what they know of the outside world and recent events.

 

[Vendetta]

Sel'Tarien finds a group of halflings drinking and talking. Stepping up to them, he introduces himself. "What news bring you to our humble city?" One of the elder halflings says as he hands a stein of ale to the elf. "What of Thel'Luthia?"

 

[taitzu52]

The bar keep comes up to Sonrik "Eat and enjoy yourself now, friend. You've done enough if only you'd help me carry what's left back."

Sonrik thanks the man, and quietly sits and rests. He watches the festival as he eats a small meal, wondering where Liam, He'Rak and the rest have wandered off to. And Gemble. Gemble!, he thinks. Sonrik quickly stands and looks for the troublemaker, but unlike normal instances, Gemble will blend right in here. Realizing the futility, Sonrik sits back down and says a silent prayer.

 

[Knight Otu]

Sel'Tarien finds a group of halflings drinking and talking. Stepping up to them, he introduces himself. "What news bring you to our humble city?" One of the elder halflings says as he hands a stein of ale to the elf. "What of Thel'Luthia?"

Sel'Tarien thanks the halfling for the ale, and begins, in a quiet tone,
"No pleasant news, I am afraid. It appears that the Dark Lord Rox'Voroth left a legacy that is dangerous to all of Enber. A dragon has attacked Thel'Lorean, and claimed to have borne twin children of the Dark Lord.
And then there are the kobolds, which were driven out of their caves, and now plague the lands."

 

[Vendetta]

"KOBOLDS?" Several of the halflings burst out at the same time, nearly spilling their ales. "Dark times these must be indeed when Thel'Luthia is overrun with kobolds. What magic drives them that they should be a threat to the elves?" One scholarly looking Halfling says (By scholarly, he's wearing thoughtful round glasses... but scholarly for a halfling) "We have heard of these dragon offspring of the Daemon Lord, and of the slaughter at Thel'Lorean and the loss of the great Kendrian and Tandra'var..." Each of the halflings present bow their heads for a quick moment of silence. "In fact, Lord Malcom, the ruler over the towns of the Lomus Valley, has gone to Enberton not two days ago to meet with the king of Men there."

Sonrik's prayers are invaded by the halflings speaking to Sel'Tarien, their words boaring into his thoughts. He opens his eyes and sees that the elf is not far away. And just beyond, the halfling, Gemble, dancing about with some of the lady halflings to the music of the band.