Aldern Foxglove
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"You are confusing heroes with pig farmers friend." Vega sneers, "but you would be wrong even then, the best bacon comes from the Hevecci estates. Breeding will tell, nine times out of ten - with pigs and men."
[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn
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Aldern Foxglove
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The huge noble goes back to sharpening his blade with long powerful stroke, occasionally plucking a hair from his head and dropping it onto the blade - and apparently finding the results unsatisfactory since he goes back to work with avengance.
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Finn McCool
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"Definitely not a city girl. My clan is in the Seithr mountains south of Irthos. I'm Kalinn." As the tall woman offers her hand, the Elf feels a slight icy breeze ease up her spine and chill-bumps prickle her arms.
sunshadow21
Explorer
A tall, massive half orc enters the room and looks for a place to sit down and check out the crowd. As he sits down, the obviously veteran warrior orders a simple meal & drink, than proceeds to calmly observe the crowd. A small head pops out of one of his pouches as the food arrives, and a weasel body soon follows and happily joins the half orc in dining.
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toasterferret
Explorer
At hearing the comment from the newcomer, Falkner looks up with a gleam in his eye, and smirks before responding
"9 times of 10 perhaps, but when you start at the top of the hill, theres only down to go wouldn't you agree?"
Falkner tips his glass toward Vega before taking a long draught and leaning back against the countertop.
"9 times of 10 perhaps, but when you start at the top of the hill, theres only down to go wouldn't you agree?"
Falkner tips his glass toward Vega before taking a long draught and leaning back against the countertop.
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
The door to the inn opens inward, but not with its usual bone-jarring crack against the wall. It opens diffidently, just wide enough to admit the person pushing it, then shuts with a noise too quiet to be heard over the din of the crowd. Entering is a young woman...maybe just a year past the age where she'd be a 'girl.' Maybe not even that. She is clad in some loose robe of pure white; the sort that a priest might wear, or a monk. It obscures any details of her body save that she's fairly small and delicately built, with slim shoulders and hips. The robes hang loosely over her.
Her face is striking though. Fair skin clearer than a midsummer's night, devoid of flaw, like a masterpiece sculpture. Wide, large eyes that glimmer with reflected lamplight and gleam with strange blue-purple irises. Her cheeks, her nose, her chin...everything fits together into a visage that would not be out of place in a tattered manuscript of tales about princesses in faraway lands. Her hair too is a pure yellow-gold, falling freely in slight, soft waves down her shoulders midway down her back.
Conversations pause in a circle around the door that ripples outward, ever larger with each passing moment. Those with an ounce of romance in their hearts see sonnets twisting in the air around her. Older, more jaded eyes narrow, noticing the lack of weapon and armor and pegging her for a mage of some kind, and probably using magic to take that form.
The bartender nearest the door clears his throat gruffly and asks, "Can I help you, miss?"
The woman jumps slightly and whirls to pin him with her perpetually startled-looking gaze. "Help me?" she repeats slowly, as if trying the words on for size.
"Aye." And because comprehension still didn't dawn on her angelic face, he elaborated. "With something to drink."
She lit up like a festday firework. "Oh! A drink! Yes, I'd like that very much!"
The barkeep smiled, happy to be on familiar ground. "Good! We've a fine selection!" He paused then, waiting for her to order something.
She waited, smiling beatifically, for him to get her something to drink.
It was the bartender who ended the impasse, his smile becoming strained as he asked, "...what would you like?"
An expression of surprise crossed the woman's face that would have been comical if it wasn't trying his patience so. "I...don't know. What do people usually drink?"
Pretty or not, he'd had just about enough. "Look miss...what's your name again?"
"Oh, it's Maia. Wait, I think I know!" she suddenly said. "It's...you make it from two...and then you add a heavier one...oh I don't know what you call it here! It's...it's what I'm made of, mostly. It's...a liquid, it's clear..."
Most of it was nonsense, but the barkeeper knew his liquids. Not many were clear. "Water?" he guessed.
Her eyes widened, and she pointed at him. "Yes! I would like some of that. If you have any. It is hard to make a lot of, I know."
The bartender stared at the girl, trying to summon up hatred. All that...for water. Listlessly he held a wooden mug under the tapped water barrel, filled it, and passed it over.
The girl beamed at him as if it was full of gold. "Now, I remember there is a...a sort of ritual, yes? Mutual gift-giving. Exchanges of...heavy metals and goods and services...just a moment. I prepared for this."
Her tone was so senselessly proud; a child sharing her first unrecognizable painting with her father. The bartender felt some of his helpless wrath dim in the face of her silly, stupid, but somehow contagious good cheer. The rest of his wrath vanished when she plopped a wheel of gold onto the counter.
"Gold?" he sputtered. "For water?"
She blinked at him, stung. "Is it not good enough? I...I brought some other metals too, but I thought gold was the usual..."
"No!" he blurted. "Gold is fine. It's...it's excellent." On impulse he added, "Well done, miss!" and was rewarded with a heartbreakingly joyous grin from his customer.
"Thank you!" she replied happily. "It has been a pleasure doing 'the business' with you!" She grasped the water and took a drink, actually shivering with delight as she gulped it. "It's so delicious! I can feel it in my toes!"
"Well," the bartender babbled. "It's uh...that is...it's water..."
"I have to go sit down now," she told him matter-of-factly. "My legs are very tired. Everything is so HEAVY here!" Despite the complaint, she said it as if it was one of the greatest things in the world...then made her way to nearby table with an empty seat and plopped heavily into that seat with a relieved sigh.
Her face is striking though. Fair skin clearer than a midsummer's night, devoid of flaw, like a masterpiece sculpture. Wide, large eyes that glimmer with reflected lamplight and gleam with strange blue-purple irises. Her cheeks, her nose, her chin...everything fits together into a visage that would not be out of place in a tattered manuscript of tales about princesses in faraway lands. Her hair too is a pure yellow-gold, falling freely in slight, soft waves down her shoulders midway down her back.
Conversations pause in a circle around the door that ripples outward, ever larger with each passing moment. Those with an ounce of romance in their hearts see sonnets twisting in the air around her. Older, more jaded eyes narrow, noticing the lack of weapon and armor and pegging her for a mage of some kind, and probably using magic to take that form.
The bartender nearest the door clears his throat gruffly and asks, "Can I help you, miss?"
The woman jumps slightly and whirls to pin him with her perpetually startled-looking gaze. "Help me?" she repeats slowly, as if trying the words on for size.
"Aye." And because comprehension still didn't dawn on her angelic face, he elaborated. "With something to drink."
She lit up like a festday firework. "Oh! A drink! Yes, I'd like that very much!"
The barkeep smiled, happy to be on familiar ground. "Good! We've a fine selection!" He paused then, waiting for her to order something.
She waited, smiling beatifically, for him to get her something to drink.
It was the bartender who ended the impasse, his smile becoming strained as he asked, "...what would you like?"
An expression of surprise crossed the woman's face that would have been comical if it wasn't trying his patience so. "I...don't know. What do people usually drink?"
Pretty or not, he'd had just about enough. "Look miss...what's your name again?"
"Oh, it's Maia. Wait, I think I know!" she suddenly said. "It's...you make it from two...and then you add a heavier one...oh I don't know what you call it here! It's...it's what I'm made of, mostly. It's...a liquid, it's clear..."
Most of it was nonsense, but the barkeeper knew his liquids. Not many were clear. "Water?" he guessed.
Her eyes widened, and she pointed at him. "Yes! I would like some of that. If you have any. It is hard to make a lot of, I know."
The bartender stared at the girl, trying to summon up hatred. All that...for water. Listlessly he held a wooden mug under the tapped water barrel, filled it, and passed it over.
The girl beamed at him as if it was full of gold. "Now, I remember there is a...a sort of ritual, yes? Mutual gift-giving. Exchanges of...heavy metals and goods and services...just a moment. I prepared for this."
Her tone was so senselessly proud; a child sharing her first unrecognizable painting with her father. The bartender felt some of his helpless wrath dim in the face of her silly, stupid, but somehow contagious good cheer. The rest of his wrath vanished when she plopped a wheel of gold onto the counter.
"Gold?" he sputtered. "For water?"
She blinked at him, stung. "Is it not good enough? I...I brought some other metals too, but I thought gold was the usual..."
"No!" he blurted. "Gold is fine. It's...it's excellent." On impulse he added, "Well done, miss!" and was rewarded with a heartbreakingly joyous grin from his customer.
"Thank you!" she replied happily. "It has been a pleasure doing 'the business' with you!" She grasped the water and took a drink, actually shivering with delight as she gulped it. "It's so delicious! I can feel it in my toes!"
"Well," the bartender babbled. "It's uh...that is...it's water..."
"I have to go sit down now," she told him matter-of-factly. "My legs are very tired. Everything is so HEAVY here!" Despite the complaint, she said it as if it was one of the greatest things in the world...then made her way to nearby table with an empty seat and plopped heavily into that seat with a relieved sigh.
Aldern Foxglove
First Post
Raynucio Vega looks up from his blade and frowns at Falkner, "What hill? Hills have nothing to do with it, nobles are simply better than peasants. Its like horses, a thoroughbred will almost always beat a mongrel, and if a mongrel shows enough promise it gets bred with thoroughbreds to improve the stock. Works the same way with people, the cream rises to the top - and stays there."
Vega's frowns increases as he considers his own words furrowing his brow, unsure if he knows their meaning.
The arrival of the strange girl distracts Raynucio from difficult thoughts, and he snorts as she offers gold for water - she's either very wealthy or very stupid, the two often appearing astonishingly similar in Raynucio's experience. Pretty enough to look at, but pretty girls are nothing but trouble.
Vega's frowns increases as he considers his own words furrowing his brow, unsure if he knows their meaning.
The arrival of the strange girl distracts Raynucio from difficult thoughts, and he snorts as she offers gold for water - she's either very wealthy or very stupid, the two often appearing astonishingly similar in Raynucio's experience. Pretty enough to look at, but pretty girls are nothing but trouble.
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sunshadow21
Explorer
After finishing his meal, and replanting his weasel in its pouch, Ausk wanders up to the bar looking for anyone who might be needing assistance from a flail-for-hire.
GlassEye
Adventurer
Fury, male human bravo
This Raynucio fellow is saying all the right things to press Fury's buttons. Luckily, Fury made an oath not to kill anyone today so he lets the ill-educated comments slide past like dung in a Planks canal. Except... "Is the man saying he breeds with horses and dogs?" ...he just couldn't resist making the very quiet comment to Falkner because, today anyway, having a drink seems a bit better than getting into a fight.
Even luckier is the arrival of the odd girl as it distracts him from that mountain of idiocy sharpening his sword. He watches the strange interaction between the bartender and the girl and somehow, despite her appearance being totally different, she reminds him of his sister. He slaps his hand down hard on the girl's gold coin before the bartender can take it and gives the bartender a glare. "A gold will get you this man's time, a mug of water which I wouldn't recommend, by the way, and nine silver, nine copper in change."
The bartender sputters, "Mind your own business, you..."
"Planks scum? Are you telling me you are so big a fool you'd try to cheat a crazed idiot of a girl in front of a White Cloak?" He jerks his thumb in Falkner's direction casually and conveniently leaving out the fact that Falkner earlier mentioned he was no longer with the guard.
The bartender hesitates and Fury removes his hand from the coin. The man snatches it up and reluctantly counts out change for the girl slamming each coin down one at a time on the top of the bar.
This Raynucio fellow is saying all the right things to press Fury's buttons. Luckily, Fury made an oath not to kill anyone today so he lets the ill-educated comments slide past like dung in a Planks canal. Except... "Is the man saying he breeds with horses and dogs?" ...he just couldn't resist making the very quiet comment to Falkner because, today anyway, having a drink seems a bit better than getting into a fight.
Even luckier is the arrival of the odd girl as it distracts him from that mountain of idiocy sharpening his sword. He watches the strange interaction between the bartender and the girl and somehow, despite her appearance being totally different, she reminds him of his sister. He slaps his hand down hard on the girl's gold coin before the bartender can take it and gives the bartender a glare. "A gold will get you this man's time, a mug of water which I wouldn't recommend, by the way, and nine silver, nine copper in change."
The bartender sputters, "Mind your own business, you..."
"Planks scum? Are you telling me you are so big a fool you'd try to cheat a crazed idiot of a girl in front of a White Cloak?" He jerks his thumb in Falkner's direction casually and conveniently leaving out the fact that Falkner earlier mentioned he was no longer with the guard.
The bartender hesitates and Fury removes his hand from the coin. The man snatches it up and reluctantly counts out change for the girl slamming each coin down one at a time on the top of the bar.
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