Sincerely Me
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She awoke to a bright splash of sunshine cutting through from between the eaves of the window. Stirring lazily, the elf turned over to squint at the sky through the small opening. Her flaming red hair spread out across the covers, shimmering as they caught the light, like some fiery halo fanning out over the sheets behind her. A low sultry purr flitted melodiously across the room as the girl stretched and pulled herself up into a sitting position, her movements languid, graceful in a kind of effortless way. Unnoticed, the wide collar of her nightgown slipped down her left side, exposing a delicate olive skinned shoulder, soft and vulnerable, such that would send the hearts of any red blooded male racing.
A small yawn escaped her full pink lips as the elf laboriously threw her hands out wide to stretch the stiffness in her finely sculptured limbs away; arching her back as she did so, alluringly highlighting her womanly curves as the gown clung to her body. After what seemed like an eternity, the elf turned to leave the comforts of her bed. With almost a sigh, her dainty feet slid to the floor where she stepped on a pile of clothes discarded the night before. Not a moment later, her feet began to slide gracefully forward as the smooth fabric slipped on the polished oak floorboards. The girl's beautiful amber orbs flew open in surprise as she began flailing her arms, the action seeming like some exotic dance, trying to regain her balance. But, it was for naught and the world held still in awed silence as her pretty forehead collided with a conveniently placed lamp-stand with a melodious ding.
"Ow! Dammit!"
Even the muttered curse sounded like the harmonious tinkle of a clear brook on a bright summer's day...
. , ; ' ` ~ * ~ ` ' ; , .
So it was that Selianna sat sulking at the bar, nursing a small cute bruise on her forehead. It was nearly mid-afternoon at the Three Dragons, and though it wasn't busy at the moment, various patrons had already begun filtering in through the Tavern's large swinging doors.
"What can I get you today m'Lady?" Boomed the tavern-keeper cheerfully from where he stood drying silverware down the other end of the counter.
"Some elderberry wine like last night would be great, thanks!"
Selianna was not overly fond of the 'rougher' beverages. The wine would do great to numb her nerves somewhat, for what she had to do later.
"Coming right up!"
Moments later, the barkeep appeared with a mug of the crimson liquid and skillfully slid it down the long counter towards where the elf was sitting.
"Here ya go! Its on the house, hope it dulls the headache!" The large man added cheerily.
"Thanks-!@*(!&^@#!"
The girl cursed as the mug banged awkwardly on her slim fingers and toppled over the side of the counter, the splashing contents narrowly missing the neighboring patron (who seemed oblivious to it, luckily).
The barkeep looked up curiously at the melodious bird song (the way the elf cursed sounded like such) and shook his head in mock annoyance when he saw what happened.
"Don't worry. I'll bring another... straight to you this time." He offered to the fuming elf, a grin on his face.
The rest of the early afternoon passed without incident and Selianna was inclined to think that things were looking much brighter. The taproom was filled up and bustling with activity, as people looked for a place to quench their thirst after a hard day's work under the late summer sun.
Dressed in her Storm Maiden's robes, Selianna was seated near the Tavern's quest board, trying to muster the courage to speak out amongst so many large and sweaty men (and women?). Brought up as a daughter of a rather rich merchant in the primp and proper part of an elven city, the young Sun Elf was not used to such... messy atmosphere and disgusting people. She'd only experienced it from the many tales Master Elandor had told her of his adventuring days. The sudden thought of her missing teacher stilled her nerves, and reminded her of the reason she had to do this. Grimly, she set her jaw and stood up proudly, all 5 feet 4 inches shor- tall and moved to stand infront of the quest board.
"E-Excuse me!"
She began, trying to garner the attention of the neighbouring adventurers. The crowds remained noisy as ever. Nearby, an Aryanite soldier cast the girl an amused smirk.
Selianna looked at the chattering and laughing crowds forlornly but quickly reminded herself that she had promised not to give up no matter what. Throwing caution to the wind (especially for someone known for her legendary clumsiness), Selianna stalked to a nearby table, grabbed a chair from under a dwarf who was about to sit down, dragged it to the quest board and promptly stood on it. In as loud a voice as she could, she announced to the gathered tables around her.
"Would any a brave adventurer care to help out this poor elf in looking for her lost pendant?"
She hesitated a moment, the crowds didn't seem to notice. Stoically she went on, "the reward is ten Bloodsworn gold crowns, a further forty if we are successful!"
At this latest sentence, half the taproom suddenly fell into relative silence, and not one little eye and ear was not tuned her way.
Not daring to hope, Selianna finished her proclamation, "we will have to head to the Tower of Ishra, in the Sundered Highlands of The Bloodsworn as I believe that is where the pendant is."
The bustle and chatter resumed with a sudden roar at the first mention of the Tower.
The elf's shoulders slumped dejectedly. It was hopeless. Right at the onset, she knew it was hopeless, especially when she found out she was to head to the Tower of Ishra. It wasn't so much the Tower itself as the Sundered Highlands, rumoured to be crawling with planetouched horrors, remnants of a vast magical disruption that tore the veil between the planes. Not many wished to go there, even for gold. It seemed like she'd have to do it alone.
A small yawn escaped her full pink lips as the elf laboriously threw her hands out wide to stretch the stiffness in her finely sculptured limbs away; arching her back as she did so, alluringly highlighting her womanly curves as the gown clung to her body. After what seemed like an eternity, the elf turned to leave the comforts of her bed. With almost a sigh, her dainty feet slid to the floor where she stepped on a pile of clothes discarded the night before. Not a moment later, her feet began to slide gracefully forward as the smooth fabric slipped on the polished oak floorboards. The girl's beautiful amber orbs flew open in surprise as she began flailing her arms, the action seeming like some exotic dance, trying to regain her balance. But, it was for naught and the world held still in awed silence as her pretty forehead collided with a conveniently placed lamp-stand with a melodious ding.
"Ow! Dammit!"
Even the muttered curse sounded like the harmonious tinkle of a clear brook on a bright summer's day...
. , ; ' ` ~ * ~ ` ' ; , .
So it was that Selianna sat sulking at the bar, nursing a small cute bruise on her forehead. It was nearly mid-afternoon at the Three Dragons, and though it wasn't busy at the moment, various patrons had already begun filtering in through the Tavern's large swinging doors.
"What can I get you today m'Lady?" Boomed the tavern-keeper cheerfully from where he stood drying silverware down the other end of the counter.
"Some elderberry wine like last night would be great, thanks!"
Selianna was not overly fond of the 'rougher' beverages. The wine would do great to numb her nerves somewhat, for what she had to do later.
"Coming right up!"
Moments later, the barkeep appeared with a mug of the crimson liquid and skillfully slid it down the long counter towards where the elf was sitting.
"Here ya go! Its on the house, hope it dulls the headache!" The large man added cheerily.
"Thanks-!@*(!&^@#!"
The girl cursed as the mug banged awkwardly on her slim fingers and toppled over the side of the counter, the splashing contents narrowly missing the neighboring patron (who seemed oblivious to it, luckily).
The barkeep looked up curiously at the melodious bird song (the way the elf cursed sounded like such) and shook his head in mock annoyance when he saw what happened.
"Don't worry. I'll bring another... straight to you this time." He offered to the fuming elf, a grin on his face.
The rest of the early afternoon passed without incident and Selianna was inclined to think that things were looking much brighter. The taproom was filled up and bustling with activity, as people looked for a place to quench their thirst after a hard day's work under the late summer sun.
Dressed in her Storm Maiden's robes, Selianna was seated near the Tavern's quest board, trying to muster the courage to speak out amongst so many large and sweaty men (and women?). Brought up as a daughter of a rather rich merchant in the primp and proper part of an elven city, the young Sun Elf was not used to such... messy atmosphere and disgusting people. She'd only experienced it from the many tales Master Elandor had told her of his adventuring days. The sudden thought of her missing teacher stilled her nerves, and reminded her of the reason she had to do this. Grimly, she set her jaw and stood up proudly, all 5 feet 4 inches shor- tall and moved to stand infront of the quest board.
"E-Excuse me!"
She began, trying to garner the attention of the neighbouring adventurers. The crowds remained noisy as ever. Nearby, an Aryanite soldier cast the girl an amused smirk.
Selianna looked at the chattering and laughing crowds forlornly but quickly reminded herself that she had promised not to give up no matter what. Throwing caution to the wind (especially for someone known for her legendary clumsiness), Selianna stalked to a nearby table, grabbed a chair from under a dwarf who was about to sit down, dragged it to the quest board and promptly stood on it. In as loud a voice as she could, she announced to the gathered tables around her.
"Would any a brave adventurer care to help out this poor elf in looking for her lost pendant?"
She hesitated a moment, the crowds didn't seem to notice. Stoically she went on, "the reward is ten Bloodsworn gold crowns, a further forty if we are successful!"
At this latest sentence, half the taproom suddenly fell into relative silence, and not one little eye and ear was not tuned her way.
Not daring to hope, Selianna finished her proclamation, "we will have to head to the Tower of Ishra, in the Sundered Highlands of The Bloodsworn as I believe that is where the pendant is."
The bustle and chatter resumed with a sudden roar at the first mention of the Tower.
The elf's shoulders slumped dejectedly. It was hopeless. Right at the onset, she knew it was hopeless, especially when she found out she was to head to the Tower of Ishra. It wasn't so much the Tower itself as the Sundered Highlands, rumoured to be crawling with planetouched horrors, remnants of a vast magical disruption that tore the veil between the planes. Not many wished to go there, even for gold. It seemed like she'd have to do it alone.
Soviet Panda
Red Panda Commanda.
Durin was anxious for a drink and a round of dice. Alas, it would not be so easy for him. Eyeing ge seat, he prepared to sit down. Now, him being a small as he is, he more iften has to jump a little bit then not. Yet as he came down, he realized something, the chair wan't there anymore. Hitting tge floor with a resounding crash and a thud, he ended up on bis back and starin at the wooden beams of the cieling.
Where did his chair go? It was ther only a second ago. But now it wasn't. Then he heard the scrapping of wooden legs on a wooden floor, and found it. A she-elf took it. And a Sun elf at that. Fantastic, he knew how stuck up Sun elves could be. Well, he might as well get it over with. Getting up, he catches her saying something about 10 Bloodsworn gold pieces, but didn't rightly care. She probably wanted some heirloom or another transported.
Reaching the chair, he clears his throat, gives her a glare, and says. "I was going to sit there." as calmly as he could. His calm voice was spoiled somewhat by a vein showing in his forehead.
Where did his chair go? It was ther only a second ago. But now it wasn't. Then he heard the scrapping of wooden legs on a wooden floor, and found it. A she-elf took it. And a Sun elf at that. Fantastic, he knew how stuck up Sun elves could be. Well, he might as well get it over with. Getting up, he catches her saying something about 10 Bloodsworn gold pieces, but didn't rightly care. She probably wanted some heirloom or another transported.
Reaching the chair, he clears his throat, gives her a glare, and says. "I was going to sit there." as calmly as he could. His calm voice was spoiled somewhat by a vein showing in his forehead.
Bone2pick
Minority of One
Charity rarely found its way over to Crows, mostly because it was in such scarce supply in his native kingdom. And whenever it did find the sorcerer he had always assumed the altruism to be dishonest. Surely a gift, even a humble gesture, was nothing more than a setup for the eventual manipulation of its needy recipient.
But today Crows made an exception. At a corner table in the Three Dragons Tavern, he raised his freshly poured beer and thanked his company, sincerely. And the company that sat across from him, two young elven rangers, smiled back at Crows' appreciation.
"You earned it for keeping pace with us. I'm still in disbelief." Said Adriel.
They were brothers, the other was named Camriel. Crows had met them on the road to Haven, the town they were now visiting. When they had first met yesterday evening there had been a palpable suspicion between the hooded man and the rangers. Different races, different kingdoms, different cultures; it was to be expected. Camriel and Adriel had presumed that they would leave the middle-aged Vanharen behind as they pushed their way up the country road. That presumption was called into question the moment Crows hiked past them at sunset.
No human had ever hiked past them, at least that's what they claimed. It wasn't too hard for Crows to believe either, for they were as fleet a foot as any elf. But the forty year old sorcerer was born and raised in a land where the undead would chase you and never tire. You either moved with haste through the haunted forests of Vanharen or you were ghoul food. This was all explained to Adriel and Camriel as the pair traveled next to Crows during the early hours of last night. They made the Three Dragons Taverns together just before midnight. Before each party secured a much needed bedroom for the night they agreed to meet the next day to share a drink. And here they were.
Crows took a long swallow of his beer and then adjusted his ebonite eye glasses. He was trying to decide whether or not to offer false modesty to Adriel, but thankfully he was interrupted by the shouts of a patron. Across the tavern and under the famous quest board, standing on a bar chair, was an elegant elvish maiden. She was doing her best to command the attention of the room, but her sales pitch needed work. Very forgettable words were being thrown around, things like: "brave adventurer" and "help out". Crows was just about to turn his back on the noisy girl, that is, until she mentioned the fifty gold crowns reward. Hardly a moment had passed after the offer of gold before the sorcerer had gulped down the rest of his beer and stood up from his company.
"Pardon me fellows, but that's just my price."
Camriel and Adriel grinned at each other before replying back to Crows in unison.
"Good luck."
But today Crows made an exception. At a corner table in the Three Dragons Tavern, he raised his freshly poured beer and thanked his company, sincerely. And the company that sat across from him, two young elven rangers, smiled back at Crows' appreciation.
"You earned it for keeping pace with us. I'm still in disbelief." Said Adriel.
They were brothers, the other was named Camriel. Crows had met them on the road to Haven, the town they were now visiting. When they had first met yesterday evening there had been a palpable suspicion between the hooded man and the rangers. Different races, different kingdoms, different cultures; it was to be expected. Camriel and Adriel had presumed that they would leave the middle-aged Vanharen behind as they pushed their way up the country road. That presumption was called into question the moment Crows hiked past them at sunset.
No human had ever hiked past them, at least that's what they claimed. It wasn't too hard for Crows to believe either, for they were as fleet a foot as any elf. But the forty year old sorcerer was born and raised in a land where the undead would chase you and never tire. You either moved with haste through the haunted forests of Vanharen or you were ghoul food. This was all explained to Adriel and Camriel as the pair traveled next to Crows during the early hours of last night. They made the Three Dragons Taverns together just before midnight. Before each party secured a much needed bedroom for the night they agreed to meet the next day to share a drink. And here they were.
Crows took a long swallow of his beer and then adjusted his ebonite eye glasses. He was trying to decide whether or not to offer false modesty to Adriel, but thankfully he was interrupted by the shouts of a patron. Across the tavern and under the famous quest board, standing on a bar chair, was an elegant elvish maiden. She was doing her best to command the attention of the room, but her sales pitch needed work. Very forgettable words were being thrown around, things like: "brave adventurer" and "help out". Crows was just about to turn his back on the noisy girl, that is, until she mentioned the fifty gold crowns reward. Hardly a moment had passed after the offer of gold before the sorcerer had gulped down the rest of his beer and stood up from his company.
"Pardon me fellows, but that's just my price."
Camriel and Adriel grinned at each other before replying back to Crows in unison.
"Good luck."
Varie
New Member
Thiele Bellefiña
"Not at all, sir~ That is definitely okay to eat!" Winking gently, Thiele turned around fashion walk style with the empty tray and when out of sight, rushed back behind the bar counter. The barkeep glanced at her suspiciously, knowing full well something was about to happen. Following her line of sight, he saw her victim gulp down the dish that was supposed to be adorned with blueberries. Judging by the patron's immediate reaction of vomiting, he deduced that Thiele had replaced it with black caviar. What alarmed him more was that the black caviar special was about a week ago.
"Bleckpbth- what the ███ !!! Waitress!!! Ackpth!"
Thiele leaned against the back of the counter laughing devilishly. The barkeep would have fired her on the spot were it any other patron, but the victim was notorious for treating the staff rudely. He also tried to grab and rip waitresses' clothing on occasion, which really crossed the line. Thiele was the newest employee at the The Tavern of the Three Dragons, but she was also one of the highest earning waitresses and very efficient at bringing back customers.
"-the reward is ten Bloodsworn gold crowns, a further forty if we are successful!"
The room suddenly fell silent and even the grossly covered victim of Thiele's revenge managed to quiet down.
"Hmm? What's going on?" Thiele asked quietly to a nearby patron at the bar. Before they could answer though, the announcer continued.
"We will have to head to the Tower of Ishra, in the Sundered Highlands of The Bloodsworn as I believe that is where the pendant is."
As everyone resumed their chatter as if nothing happened, Thiele perked an eyebrow at the desperate looking Elf with extraordinarily red hair. Hmmmm.... her hair is so red for an Elf... Does she dye it?
The thought of someone else who did not fit into the racial norms of appearance greatly interested her and so she decided to get to know her.
"But how?... I have to stay hiding here..." Finishing the last thought out loud, Thiele started crawling through under the barkeeps legs to reach the other end of the counter without being seen.
"Bellefiña! What the-" The barkeep exclaimed when he noticed her ridiculousness.
"Not at all, sir~ That is definitely okay to eat!" Winking gently, Thiele turned around fashion walk style with the empty tray and when out of sight, rushed back behind the bar counter. The barkeep glanced at her suspiciously, knowing full well something was about to happen. Following her line of sight, he saw her victim gulp down the dish that was supposed to be adorned with blueberries. Judging by the patron's immediate reaction of vomiting, he deduced that Thiele had replaced it with black caviar. What alarmed him more was that the black caviar special was about a week ago.
"Bleckpbth- what the ███ !!! Waitress!!! Ackpth!"
Thiele leaned against the back of the counter laughing devilishly. The barkeep would have fired her on the spot were it any other patron, but the victim was notorious for treating the staff rudely. He also tried to grab and rip waitresses' clothing on occasion, which really crossed the line. Thiele was the newest employee at the The Tavern of the Three Dragons, but she was also one of the highest earning waitresses and very efficient at bringing back customers.
"-the reward is ten Bloodsworn gold crowns, a further forty if we are successful!"
The room suddenly fell silent and even the grossly covered victim of Thiele's revenge managed to quiet down.
"Hmm? What's going on?" Thiele asked quietly to a nearby patron at the bar. Before they could answer though, the announcer continued.
"We will have to head to the Tower of Ishra, in the Sundered Highlands of The Bloodsworn as I believe that is where the pendant is."
As everyone resumed their chatter as if nothing happened, Thiele perked an eyebrow at the desperate looking Elf with extraordinarily red hair. Hmmmm.... her hair is so red for an Elf... Does she dye it?
The thought of someone else who did not fit into the racial norms of appearance greatly interested her and so she decided to get to know her.
"But how?... I have to stay hiding here..." Finishing the last thought out loud, Thiele started crawling through under the barkeeps legs to reach the other end of the counter without being seen.
"Bellefiña! What the-" The barkeep exclaimed when he noticed her ridiculousness.
Sincerely Me
Senior Member
"I was going to sit there."
At first she didn't hear the gruff voice. Well, she heard it, but she didn't realize it was directed at her. She looked around for a moment not knowing where the voice had come from, until she decided to look down. An unusually short, well.. shorter than most she had seen, dwarf with dark brown hair was glaring up at her. Despite the severity in his tone, she could not bring herself to think about anything else other than that she'd probably have to do things all on her own again. The enormity of her task weighed heavily upon her frail shoulders and she stared blankly at the dwarf's face for a moment.
"You mean here? O-On this chair?" Her voice cracked as her eyes slowly began to glisten, the elf looked like she was about to cry. "I-I'm sorry... you can have it." Dejectedly, she slipped off the chair, and handed it back to the dwarf attempting a sorry smile that did a poor job hiding the sadness from her amber eyes.
At first she didn't hear the gruff voice. Well, she heard it, but she didn't realize it was directed at her. She looked around for a moment not knowing where the voice had come from, until she decided to look down. An unusually short, well.. shorter than most she had seen, dwarf with dark brown hair was glaring up at her. Despite the severity in his tone, she could not bring herself to think about anything else other than that she'd probably have to do things all on her own again. The enormity of her task weighed heavily upon her frail shoulders and she stared blankly at the dwarf's face for a moment.
"You mean here? O-On this chair?" Her voice cracked as her eyes slowly began to glisten, the elf looked like she was about to cry. "I-I'm sorry... you can have it." Dejectedly, she slipped off the chair, and handed it back to the dwarf attempting a sorry smile that did a poor job hiding the sadness from her amber eyes.
Soviet Panda
Red Panda Commanda.
Giving a nod, he takes the chair. Walking it back to a table was when it hit him. The she-elf gad given up the chair without a fight. The ones he had met would have practically forced you to sign a contract saying you would do the job they were announcing. Yet this one seemed like she was about to cry.
If it was a dude, what he would have done next would have been completely different. He gave the chair a look, then the she-elf. The chair, she-elf, chair, she-elf. "Bah. Didn't look comfortable anyway." he grumbled to himself, and putting the chair under the bearest table before walking back. "And I some extra coin never hurt." he continued, trying to justify himself.
"Lass." he began. "I'll take the job." 'Please don't be a guarding mission.' he prayed silently.
If it was a dude, what he would have done next would have been completely different. He gave the chair a look, then the she-elf. The chair, she-elf, chair, she-elf. "Bah. Didn't look comfortable anyway." he grumbled to himself, and putting the chair under the bearest table before walking back. "And I some extra coin never hurt." he continued, trying to justify himself.
"Lass." he began. "I'll take the job." 'Please don't be a guarding mission.' he prayed silently.
Bone2pick
Minority of One
One hand slipped behind his back to fasten his staff between his shoulder blades while the other hand pulled his hood down and slightly over his face. Crows' appearance was beyond rugged -- he could pass for having just crawled out of his own grave, but he decided to make an effort to lessen that effect for the coming conversation. If he was back in his homeland the notion of making himself look less threatening would never have passed through his mind; but here in Haven, dealing with an elven aristocrat, it was safe to assume one could scare off money.
Walking towards his potential future employer Crows watched a bulkily armored dwarf have words with the elf girl. What little the sorcerer knew of the short folk he respected. They had a reputation for being tough, strong, stubborn, and brave; and Crows didn't have a reason to doubt any of it. The very dwarf ahead of him looked solid enough to get kicked straight through the wall of the tavern and be little worse off for it.
Crows stooped a few paces away from the two in order to let them finishing conducting their business. He used the spare time to scan around the tavern to see if anyone else was moving to take the girl up on her offer. It pleased him to find most of the sellswords sitting tight in their seats.
Excellent. Thought Crows. Looks like I might have room to negotiate.
Walking towards his potential future employer Crows watched a bulkily armored dwarf have words with the elf girl. What little the sorcerer knew of the short folk he respected. They had a reputation for being tough, strong, stubborn, and brave; and Crows didn't have a reason to doubt any of it. The very dwarf ahead of him looked solid enough to get kicked straight through the wall of the tavern and be little worse off for it.
Crows stooped a few paces away from the two in order to let them finishing conducting their business. He used the spare time to scan around the tavern to see if anyone else was moving to take the girl up on her offer. It pleased him to find most of the sellswords sitting tight in their seats.
Excellent. Thought Crows. Looks like I might have room to negotiate.
Sincerely Me
Senior Member
"Ohh.. thank you so much dwarf. This means so much to me!" Well at least this part's true.
Selianna dragged her delicate hands across her stuffed nose, sniffing loudly and rubbing snot all over the back of it. She reached forward and gave the dwarf a tight hug surreptitiously cleaning her hand off on his armored back; she was short enough to lower her head down to his level. Well that was easy. Most other elves, especially of high standing, would probably have recoiled from the thought of hugging an unknown dwarf, despite their shared homeland. There were just certain lines they would refuse to cross. But Selianna, who technically felt that she was an outcast (in mindset at least) amongst her own race, was no stranger to such gestures. Of course, all that bawling always did come in handy. It had not taken long for a young Selianna to realize that she was an emotional creature, and that she could use it to her advantage. A simple sad thought on the inside would have a drastic effect on the outside; of course, those were controllable emotions.
"Thank you again dwarf. I will fill you in on the details once I know if there is anyone else joining us." She smiled sheepishly at him, wiping away the last few drops from her amber eyes. That's One.
Selianna dragged her delicate hands across her stuffed nose, sniffing loudly and rubbing snot all over the back of it. She reached forward and gave the dwarf a tight hug surreptitiously cleaning her hand off on his armored back; she was short enough to lower her head down to his level. Well that was easy. Most other elves, especially of high standing, would probably have recoiled from the thought of hugging an unknown dwarf, despite their shared homeland. There were just certain lines they would refuse to cross. But Selianna, who technically felt that she was an outcast (in mindset at least) amongst her own race, was no stranger to such gestures. Of course, all that bawling always did come in handy. It had not taken long for a young Selianna to realize that she was an emotional creature, and that she could use it to her advantage. A simple sad thought on the inside would have a drastic effect on the outside; of course, those were controllable emotions.
"Thank you again dwarf. I will fill you in on the details once I know if there is anyone else joining us." She smiled sheepishly at him, wiping away the last few drops from her amber eyes. That's One.
Bone2pick
Minority of One
A single gesture can speak volumes about a culture. For instance in Vanharen, instead of shaking hands, two individuals would press an open palm together at a distance and at chest level. This custom came about as a result of the overly suspicious nature of the people, who preferred to never enter the grip of a possible conniving associate. Gestures, etiquette, traditions; all of these express the disposition of a population. With that in mind it wasn't an understatement to say that Crows was shocked to see the elf maiden embrace the dwarf, with what appeared to be a tearful hug, immediately after accepting his offer of service. It didn't need to be said that hired mercenaries were never hugged in Vanharen. The sorcerer had never felt more like a stranger in a strange land than that very moment.
Affection, much more so than violence, could trigger a wince from Crows. Thankfully this time he limited his outward discomfort to a mere eye twitch, and that went unseen underneath his over-sized emerald eye lenses. With the embrace over with it was now the sorcerer's turn to sell himself.
"Excuse me young lady, I've come to let you know of my availability. My name is Crows and I'm a seasoned mer-". He stopped abruptly catching the word on his lips: It was clear it wouldn't be appropriate considering his present company. He quickly flipped through his vocabulary for something more noble. Success.
"A seasoned adventurer...I have a talent with a rare arcane art that I'm certain you'll come to find to be most useful, that is if we have the good fortune of working together."
Crows then took a step further away from any other interested parties and beckoned the elven girl closer.
"Your reward of fifty gold for a successful job is certainly a generous payment, however I'll require more than ten crowns if we do happen to come up empty handed. Twenty five gold crowns, pendant or no pendant, will cover my costs. I can't afford to take less than that."
Affection, much more so than violence, could trigger a wince from Crows. Thankfully this time he limited his outward discomfort to a mere eye twitch, and that went unseen underneath his over-sized emerald eye lenses. With the embrace over with it was now the sorcerer's turn to sell himself.
"Excuse me young lady, I've come to let you know of my availability. My name is Crows and I'm a seasoned mer-". He stopped abruptly catching the word on his lips: It was clear it wouldn't be appropriate considering his present company. He quickly flipped through his vocabulary for something more noble. Success.
"A seasoned adventurer...I have a talent with a rare arcane art that I'm certain you'll come to find to be most useful, that is if we have the good fortune of working together."
Crows then took a step further away from any other interested parties and beckoned the elven girl closer.
"Your reward of fifty gold for a successful job is certainly a generous payment, however I'll require more than ten crowns if we do happen to come up empty handed. Twenty five gold crowns, pendant or no pendant, will cover my costs. I can't afford to take less than that."
Varie
New Member
Brushing the dust off her outfit, Thiele adjusted her bun as she winked at the mock-frustrated bartender. She really enjoyed working at the tavern, but her days were starting to fall into a predictable rhythm that while not unpleasant, did little to inspire her. In other words, Thiele was getting bored with her job.
"Hmmmmm~" Partly humming and partly emitting a sound that someone contemplating something would, Thiele approached quite closely to the elf with bright red hair. She went to try and gently pinch a little hair to examine it closer, with blatant disregard to any manners and personal space. "You have such a brilliant color, this is your natural hair color??"
Before giving time for a reply, Thiele glanced over at the large man who was speaking with the elf earlier. She leaned in to whisper to the elf, "Doesn't he look kind of dangerous?? How about you come with me, maybe I can help you find some people? And maybe you can tell me the secret to your hair..."
"Hmmmmm~" Partly humming and partly emitting a sound that someone contemplating something would, Thiele approached quite closely to the elf with bright red hair. She went to try and gently pinch a little hair to examine it closer, with blatant disregard to any manners and personal space. "You have such a brilliant color, this is your natural hair color??"
Before giving time for a reply, Thiele glanced over at the large man who was speaking with the elf earlier. She leaned in to whisper to the elf, "Doesn't he look kind of dangerous?? How about you come with me, maybe I can help you find some people? And maybe you can tell me the secret to your hair..."
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Not noticing the snkt wiped onto his back, Durin stiffened at the embrace. A hug? Really? She had just hired him, did this mean that much to her, this job? Well, now he felt guilty about takin her money, but where would he be if he felt guilty about taking other's money? And she didn't have to bend herself over to much, that was another plus. Someone that was also shorter then usual, like him.
"Alright, lass. That's enough huggin' for me. Tell me what I'm going probably have to wack, and how cold it might get and I'll be happy. Oh, and one other thing. Would I have to protect anything while it gets from point A to B?"
"Alright, lass. That's enough huggin' for me. Tell me what I'm going probably have to wack, and how cold it might get and I'll be happy. Oh, and one other thing. Would I have to protect anything while it gets from point A to B?"
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The tall, dark, and foreboding character that smelled of corpses had suddenly withdrawn from the scene, almost as quickly as he had made his offer. Selianna was left blinking in the empty space where he once stood, only it wasn't empty anymore. A huma- no a Saelas with obviously un-humanlike pink hair, no wait... where's them pointy ears.. was now standing in the former Deadlander's place, talking excitably (excitably? Saelas confirmed) about Selianna's own flame haired locks. She was beckoning the elf to come over to somewhere to talk about something. Usually, when I Saelas asks you to follow you on reasons as vague as these, Selianna generally would do the exact opposite, but being as distracted as she were, she felt drawn to follow the pink-haired female to somewhere.
She still had the presence of mind to remember the dwarf though. Turning back to him, she smiled in gratitude, actually feeling a little sheepish about playing with his sympathies to get him to join her. He did seem rather genuine. She indicated for him to follow the Saelas before answering his question.
"Uhm... you're going to have to whack anything that tries to whack me. For that matter, the only thing you're gonna have to protect from point A to B is... me? As to how cold it might possibly get... that kinda depends on the thing that is going to try to whack me. There could be... uhh... elementals?" She wasn't sure how the dwarf might react to that, as he clearly had no clue what the Sundered Highlands held. And most sane people stayed away from anything otherworldly.. goblins and orcs? sure. Elemental what?!? Or maybe he did know what was there, and just didn't care....
She still had the presence of mind to remember the dwarf though. Turning back to him, she smiled in gratitude, actually feeling a little sheepish about playing with his sympathies to get him to join her. He did seem rather genuine. She indicated for him to follow the Saelas before answering his question.
"Uhm... you're going to have to whack anything that tries to whack me. For that matter, the only thing you're gonna have to protect from point A to B is... me? As to how cold it might possibly get... that kinda depends on the thing that is going to try to whack me. There could be... uhh... elementals?" She wasn't sure how the dwarf might react to that, as he clearly had no clue what the Sundered Highlands held. And most sane people stayed away from anything otherworldly.. goblins and orcs? sure. Elemental what?!? Or maybe he did know what was there, and just didn't care....
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Thiele smiled as the elf girl followed her. The dwarf she was conversing with earlier came along too at the elf's invitation. Turning her head as she led them towards the counter, Thiele glanced at her tables and found nothing urgent needing to be addressed. The pervert customer she tricked into eating rotten caviar was nowhere to be seen and this pushed her smile up further. "Sooo, what is your name? I am Thiele, I've been working here for quite some time and trust me, almost none of the ones sitting out there are any good. Um.. except present company of course, Mister Dwarf! Back here behind the bar we have a private area just for our veterans to relax in peace. Most of them care more about the challenge and risk than the money. You will definitely have a great selection to chose from- umph!"
Thiele had walked right into an angry looking man who immediately gripped her arms tightly. "Found you! You witch! You lying-"
The man fell onto his knees, hands covering his crotch.
"Oh my, are you okay, sir? Where does it hurt??" Backing away quickly, Thiele moved behind the dwarf and stooped to hide behind him, peering over his right shoulder at the suffering patron. It was none other than the pervert customer she served earlier. The customer was handling the knee to his groin quite well and was able to stay kneeling. "Say~ how about a brief demonstration of your skills, Sir Dwarf?" Thiele gave a sheepish grin.
Thiele had walked right into an angry looking man who immediately gripped her arms tightly. "Found you! You witch! You lying-"
The man fell onto his knees, hands covering his crotch.
"Oh my, are you okay, sir? Where does it hurt??" Backing away quickly, Thiele moved behind the dwarf and stooped to hide behind him, peering over his right shoulder at the suffering patron. It was none other than the pervert customer she served earlier. The customer was handling the knee to his groin quite well and was able to stay kneeling. "Say~ how about a brief demonstration of your skills, Sir Dwarf?" Thiele gave a sheepish grin.
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"Layers it is. I'll just be off and..." he trailed off. Now, Durin didn't care what much happaned in a bar, a barmaid could have her bottom pinched and the costumer could get slapped, but still he would call for a drink. But he was talking, and the man interupted him. Drunken lout deserved a knee to the family jewels. But this Thiele encouraged him on. Well, he couldn't pass up an opportunity to show off a little, his manly nature refused to let him not show off in front of two members of the opposite sex.
"Well, I got hired for a reason. Guess it's jus gkkd buisness to prove that I'm worth it." he said as he walked over to the still kneeling man. He was a bit disgruntled that the man, even kneeling down and hunching over in pain slightly, was still taller then him. "Oi! Come a bi closer will ya." he said into his beard, punchin the man in the gut. This, of course, caused him to hunch even further forward, bringin them about eye level.
"That'll do." he said before craning his head back and smashing it into the drunks face. With a resounding crack and some blood, the man fell over with his nose broken. "You'll live, but ye will be one ugly bastard if you don't get that nose fixed." Turning to his two compatriots, he asks "Did I get any blood an me?" he asked, not noticing the small smear on his forehead.
"Well, I got hired for a reason. Guess it's jus gkkd buisness to prove that I'm worth it." he said as he walked over to the still kneeling man. He was a bit disgruntled that the man, even kneeling down and hunching over in pain slightly, was still taller then him. "Oi! Come a bi closer will ya." he said into his beard, punchin the man in the gut. This, of course, caused him to hunch even further forward, bringin them about eye level.
"That'll do." he said before craning his head back and smashing it into the drunks face. With a resounding crack and some blood, the man fell over with his nose broken. "You'll live, but ye will be one ugly bastard if you don't get that nose fixed." Turning to his two compatriots, he asks "Did I get any blood an me?" he asked, not noticing the small smear on his forehead.