(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VII
- Thread starter Creamsteak
- Start date
- Status
Rystil Arden
First Post
"It wasn't just the one man...not all of them yelled, but everyone stared at me, wide-eyed, as if to say, 'You are different and scary. You are not wanted here.' But now that I have changed my garb, they treat like I am...almost normal."
Patlin
Explorer
Ironwolf Kinkaid, Human Psychic Warrior
A small human male walks into the Red Dragon, looking tired from the road. Aproaching the bartender, he says a quiet hello.
"How have things been here Joe? That last little mission I went on turned out to be a wild goose chase, and I took the scenic route back. Have you seen any of my former travelling companions lately?"
Nodding pleasantly as he listens to any information Joe can provide, Ironwolf looks around at those present.
"Hello all. My name's Kinkaid. Pleased to meet you." A speculative look forms in his eye. "Say, I don't suppose any of you are gifted in magic to the extent of being able to produce an eternal flame?"
A small human male walks into the Red Dragon, looking tired from the road. Aproaching the bartender, he says a quiet hello.
"How have things been here Joe? That last little mission I went on turned out to be a wild goose chase, and I took the scenic route back. Have you seen any of my former travelling companions lately?"
Nodding pleasantly as he listens to any information Joe can provide, Ironwolf looks around at those present.
"Hello all. My name's Kinkaid. Pleased to meet you." A speculative look forms in his eye. "Say, I don't suppose any of you are gifted in magic to the extent of being able to produce an eternal flame?"
Rystil Arden
First Post
"We try to be forgiving of differences, but there are some things that even a tolerant people...even a first-sister...I am sorry. There is no reason to trouble you with my affairs."Jdvn1 said:
*Lasair sputters and almost spills her drink when Kinkaid walks into the room.*
"A Javian Briiazt from these lands? A comrade-in-arms? Remarkable! I had thought that they knew nothing here of the art of manipulating the Ziivash, but you clearly have the gift and know how to use it!"
ajanders
Explorer
Erp...and double Erp
Michael fixes his gaze assiduously on the rock.
He is like the rock, and the rock is like him: with careful polishing, the rock will reveal the beauty and the wonder within itself. So it is with people, Sela teaches.
Michael attempts to polish himself on the rock: it's an exchange thing.
"Hey buddy, what's up with that there rock? You know what they say about people that are, well, compulsively rubbing things..."
Polish away the anger...wear it down until your spirit is calmed and you can speak gently.
Slow breaths...when the spirit is right, the mind will be right, then the speech will be right.
"and had to learn that the folk here consider the traditional topless garb of my homeland to be somehow rude, although I cannot imagine how."
Polish away the lust and think about running footraces.
Michael remembers the unmarried women racing at Fool's Day, chasing the men to catch one and make them cook dinner. He remembers the women tucking their skirts up above their knees and has a brief vision of Lasair topless, with her skirt tucked up above her knees.
Keep polishing, boy.
"...shedding down to my usual clothing and protecting my bare skin from the heat's rays by asking someone to help rub the aloe we use in my homeland into my skin--that is what keeps my skin so fair, cremey, and soft despite the great heat, you see."
Don't think. Just polish.
And do sums.
1+1 =2
2+2=4
4+4=8
8+8=16...
4096+4096 is, umm...two 96's is 192, plus the thousands is...
"I think I can be objective, however, when I say that Meliana's breasts are softer and bouncier than mine, based on the few times that I had the honour of rubbing aloe for her."
Michael gasps and says the first thing that comes into his head.
"Eight thousand, one hundred and ninety-two!"
His mouth hangs open as he realize what he just said.
"Right! Too much mead! I've...gottagooutbackbadbyebye!!"
And he heads for the back door, blushing bright red beneath his hood.
Michael fixes his gaze assiduously on the rock.
He is like the rock, and the rock is like him: with careful polishing, the rock will reveal the beauty and the wonder within itself. So it is with people, Sela teaches.
Michael attempts to polish himself on the rock: it's an exchange thing.
"Hey buddy, what's up with that there rock? You know what they say about people that are, well, compulsively rubbing things..."
Polish away the anger...wear it down until your spirit is calmed and you can speak gently.
Slow breaths...when the spirit is right, the mind will be right, then the speech will be right.
"and had to learn that the folk here consider the traditional topless garb of my homeland to be somehow rude, although I cannot imagine how."
Polish away the lust and think about running footraces.
Michael remembers the unmarried women racing at Fool's Day, chasing the men to catch one and make them cook dinner. He remembers the women tucking their skirts up above their knees and has a brief vision of Lasair topless, with her skirt tucked up above her knees.
Keep polishing, boy.
"...shedding down to my usual clothing and protecting my bare skin from the heat's rays by asking someone to help rub the aloe we use in my homeland into my skin--that is what keeps my skin so fair, cremey, and soft despite the great heat, you see."
Don't think. Just polish.
And do sums.
1+1 =2
2+2=4
4+4=8
8+8=16...
4096+4096 is, umm...two 96's is 192, plus the thousands is...
"I think I can be objective, however, when I say that Meliana's breasts are softer and bouncier than mine, based on the few times that I had the honour of rubbing aloe for her."
Michael gasps and says the first thing that comes into his head.
"Eight thousand, one hundred and ninety-two!"
His mouth hangs open as he realize what he just said.
"Right! Too much mead! I've...gottagooutbackbadbyebye!!"
And he heads for the back door, blushing bright red beneath his hood.
Patlin
Explorer
Thanking Anton for the invitation, Ironwolf pulls up a chair.
"I've heard that practitioners of Divine and Arcane Magic can produce a flame that lasts forever, but produces no heat. This magic is of great use, especially to those who often find their hands full in dark places. The local temples will sell such a service, but their prices are a bit high. I thought a fellow adventurer might be more flexible on price. As I do not posess the gift of Dwarvish vision... well, I'm sure you see the advantages, for one who prefers to keep both hands firmly on his weapon."
Edit: Ironwolf raises an eyebrow curiously toward the back of the retreating man, knowing he can't expect to understand everything when coming in in the middle of a conversation.
"I've heard that practitioners of Divine and Arcane Magic can produce a flame that lasts forever, but produces no heat. This magic is of great use, especially to those who often find their hands full in dark places. The local temples will sell such a service, but their prices are a bit high. I thought a fellow adventurer might be more flexible on price. As I do not posess the gift of Dwarvish vision... well, I'm sure you see the advantages, for one who prefers to keep both hands firmly on his weapon."
Edit: Ironwolf raises an eyebrow curiously toward the back of the retreating man, knowing he can't expect to understand everything when coming in in the middle of a conversation.
Last edited:
Rystil Arden
First Post
"Wait Michael, where are you going?" Lasair asks, "You can share 2 to the 13th power with all of us!"
*Then she realises that she had been ignored by the Javian Briiazt from this land just as she had been ignored by the only other female. It seems that whenever she thinks she can find someone who has something in common with her, they ostracise her, only proving just how different and unwelcome she really is. Even Michael ran away from her, and he said he works for a parasite that promotes love and brotherhood among all the people. She realises that she is really a monster...*
*Then she realises that she had been ignored by the Javian Briiazt from this land just as she had been ignored by the only other female. It seems that whenever she thinks she can find someone who has something in common with her, they ostracise her, only proving just how different and unwelcome she really is. Even Michael ran away from her, and he said he works for a parasite that promotes love and brotherhood among all the people. She realises that she is really a monster...*
Last edited:
two
First Post
Rystil Arden said:
[Sunny, after pondering it a bit, speaks rather seriously, witout a hint of his normal goofiness]
"Well, think about it this way Lasair --
an analogy, if you prefer --
The sight of your topless self, sun-warmed, boobs bouncing as your walk, is regarded in our culture as a sign of, well, salemanship -- rather, saleswomanship -- a clear sign that you offer the pleasure of the flesh for monetary recompense --
This is how it strkes those in OUR culture -- while it seems quite normal to you.
On the other hand, the sight of a mass of metal, fashioned for violence, is for us nothing; it's commonplace. For you, however, it's a sign of something very wrong. That's your culture. In our culture, it's quite normal.
Neither of us are, perhaps right, nor wrong. But neither of the two reactions are particularly surprising, either. They are to be expected. The key, one guesses, is to be flexible and adapt."
- Status
Similar Threads
