Indigo
Apprentice Roleplayer
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Post by Indigo on Sept 23, 2013 1:17:25 GMT -6
Everything still smelled like sawdust and cementing paste and raw stone; really, just a general new-ness. It clung to the air of the tavern almost as desperately the many varied smells of alcohol did, pungent and strong. It would waft out the door as it swung open, greeting each visitor. Just as it did for a young kinto. He didn't look up though, or go towards the bar for something to drink. Instead, his feet found their way to a comfortable cranny at the back with a small table and just a few chairs. He took the one facing the rest of the room and leaned until the back was snug against the wall. The boy was wearing a blue and green long tunic, and a few pieces of leather armour. Black hair split down the center framed his face, while far away blue eyes washed over the room without seeing a thing. A white tipped tail that hung limp. Even his ears drooped. He was so lackluster and hidden in shadows, he almost seemed to melt into them. However, not quite. Indigo was still there, hands idly twisting the hem of his tunic, while he repetitively scanned the same scene before him several times over. There was a few indistinct figures here and there in the newly built Tavern, but as many times as he looked over them, none of the faces stuck. Whether or not he would have known them, Indigo still just didn't seem to see anyone there. The boy's mind was elsewhere.
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Post by Broton on Oct 15, 2013 0:04:54 GMT -6
Walking into the tavern the smell reminded him of home, easing the worry on his mind. Broton makes his way to the bartender and pulls out a few gems from his pouch. As he puts them down for the bartender, he points to a barrel of ale, "Its been a long day, I'll take it all and I'll take the best thing you can cook. These gems should be more then enough."
Taking the barrel, Broton makes his way too an empty table and takes a seat. Broton takes his favorite mug out of his pack and taps the barrel. As few mugs go by, once again his mind wonders off to what he should do next...
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Indigo
Apprentice Roleplayer
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Post by Indigo on Oct 15, 2013 12:07:39 GMT -6
Indigo's thoughts were well back home, when the grind of a chair against the floorboards very close by made him jump. Quickly, he sat forward and the front legs of his chair hit the ground with a sudden and loud thump. A small noise escaped his mouth that sounded something like both a growl and a bark, and his eyes flew wide to the person now suddenly at a table right next to him. He studied the unknown dwarf for a moment, not finding the clothes, or heraldry on them, familiar. However, as a few other people in the bar looked over at the loud noise he'd caused, he looked back down to the table, abashed.
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Post by Broton on Oct 15, 2013 13:27:56 GMT -6
Broton sat there enjoying the food brought out to him, not the roasted dragon he wanted, but still was enjoying the roasted meat given him. Leaning back in his chair, drinking his fifth mug of ale, Broton notices the young looking kinto sitting at the table next to him. Eyeing him up and down, noticing the downtrend look on his face... 'I thought I was down'. Broton pours himself another mug of ale for himself and leans toward the down looking Kinto, "Hey lad, why ya sporting that down look there? You look like you could use a good drink. If you have a glass I'd be happy to share some of my ale with you." Broton says with a big smile before drinking down his current mug of ale.
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Indigo
Apprentice Roleplayer
Posts: 53
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Post by Indigo on Oct 15, 2013 16:58:21 GMT -6
With a small start, Indigo looked up at the dwarf again. The stout man finished off the rest of his mug, and waited for a reply. He wasn't sure how to answer, because he'd never really had much ale before. With his family so poor and with how where he was from, Kintos were looked down upon, the opportunity never presented itself. He was curious, but the idea unnerved him also. "Well, I'm not sure I'd take you up on the offer really... I came in here because I was tired of my empty room in the rooms upstairs... I'm, well, I'm fine really..." he rambled awkwardly. Glancing back down to the stranger's mug, he furrows his brows slightly as he tried t decide if he really was curious enough to try. Indigo ended up just trying to shake the thought out of his head instead, and looked down at the table again for a moment.
Suddenly remembering his manners, however, he continued, "I'm Konan Dowker... Many just call me Indigo..."
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Post by Broton on Oct 15, 2013 17:29:17 GMT -6
"Well I guess I'll just call you Indigo then lad, if that's what folks call you." Broton says with a chuckle. Broton pulls out a chair for Indigo and then pours himself another drink. "I'm Broton P. Locksalt, its great to meet ya. So Indigo, if your tired of your empty room way don't you sit a spell with me? I'm a traveler you see and I'm new to this city and would love to hear about it or even just story's that you can share. I'm a collector of tales you see and I like adding to my collection." Broton says as warmly as he can. "Its ok if you don't want to drink with me, I am a dwarf after all, ha ha ha, but everyone likes company every now and then.", patting the open chair. Broton takes a good gulp of his ale, "plus if your mouth gets dry from talking, the berral is open. ha ha ha!"
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Post by Destael on Oct 17, 2013 1:01:48 GMT -6
Not two tables away from the unlikely pair sat a hooded figure. Leaning over the table slightly the petite woman grasped a near empty stein in her bandaged hands as she peered at the two.
Ever since Thoror had found her, Des hadn't left the tavern much. This wasn't because of fear for her life...or even because it was a quiet place to think (Which she much needed), but because she really didn't have anywhere else to go. The only person on this plane who she deemed a friend was Thoror, and because of that she stuck in his tavern.
Quietly, she listened to the conversation that was happening between the dwarf and the kinto. Normally she only watched, rather then listened to the happenings in the dim establishment. But the Dwarf, who had introduced himself as Broton, was the only Dwarf other then Thoror that she's seen in Wildgard. He was quite different from her friend...but perhaps that was because Thoror was only half dwarf.
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Indigo
Apprentice Roleplayer
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Post by Indigo on Oct 17, 2013 1:45:19 GMT -6
Indigo coughed to clear his throat, and quickly scanned the room around him. There was little activity, as even the Tavern had an attitude of 'downtrodden', which said something. "He awkwardly replied, "Well, thanks, but I don't think I'll take up the offer on alcohol..." The young kinto was still uneasy about the drink, but the urge to try some was strong. While he looked around the room, trying to distract himself from his compulsion, he accidentally met eyes with a woman a few tables over. Caught off guard, he stared back for a moment, and then tried to smile kindly. Although, his eyes didn't change much, but rather still mirrored the stranger's sadness.
Thinking little of her, however, he turned his attention back to Broton. "I wouldn't mind some company, but I'm afraid I don't really have much in the ways of stories to tell..." he sighed. However, he still continued speaking. Suddenly, this go-lucky stranger just seemed to draw things out of him that he hadn't anyone to talk to about this entire time. Absentmindedly, he reached forward and filled his empty stein from the drink he had just refused. "I'm just a traveler myself, actually. I came here to find a better home for my family... but I'm not sure anymore why I'm still here. I wanted a safer home, somewhere I could start over and really take care of my family, and here seemed perfect, and so beautiful. My family was originally from here. Something wiped most of our bloodline out a century ago, and I wanted to find out what. I wanted to come... home. However, it's so unsafe here... Evil is everywhere. Especially... demons..." Indigo looked down at the table, his pain and guilt clear as day when he thought back to Ursarius and her cub. Taking a deep breath, he stated, "They just ruined everything I'd hoped for..."
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Post by Broton on Oct 17, 2013 4:35:48 GMT -6
Soaking in the words Indigo was say like a sponge, and sipping on his ale. "That is a shame to here lad, from your bloodline too you finding this place unsafe.", Broton said shaking his head and then taking a long pull of his ale till the mug was empty. "Evil is ever where, and on every plane. I have seen stories that would scare the hair off of ya!" he goes quit with a sullen face as the thoughts of the horrors he has seen and the comrades he has lost. With a sudden change he goes back to his normal chipper self, "Demons... that's the reason I was called to this city... They are a whole different thing... they are pure evil, bent on gaining power at all cost and will use any angle to get what they want." On those last word his hand moves to his swords hilt just on instinct. "But their one saving grace is their weird word, they will cheat and twist deals to get what they want but they wont break the deal. Your best weapon against them is not your fist its this..." he points to Indigo's head and smiles. Filling his mug back up, Broton stands up and looks at Indigo, "well lad if you want some of the best advice I ever got in my travels... live in the moment, the past has happened, you can not change it, but learn from it for the future to come." Patting the lad on his shoulder. He looked again at Indigo again, 'Poor lad, he needs to be cheered up. His mind must be heavier then a sack of iron ore.' Raising his mug up in the air, "Here's to a long life and a merry one, A quick death and an easy one, A pretty girl and a true one, A cold bottle and another one." Broton clinks his mug to Indigo's stein and takes a drink, then smiles.
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Post by Destael on Oct 17, 2013 13:36:53 GMT -6
As she listened quietly to the conversation guilt hit her like a brick. Events that she never gave a second thought were turning into regret, crushing regret. Hunching over the table she pulled her hood down further, hands clenching into fists.
Was the dwarf right? Were demons truly pure evil? Perhaps some species yes...and that could even be said about some individuals she knew...but...
Des furrowed her brow. The sadness in the boys face, in his words....that was her fault. She wondered for a moment if she should stand, apologize as if it would actually help....but instead she continued sitting in silence.
Live in the moment...you can't change the past. They were wise words.
"He's right." She spoke, addressing the young kinto. "Nothing can be done about the past. But there is a future to look forward to."
She would make it right. Make everything right for these people. Repent.
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Post by Broton on Oct 17, 2013 19:16:05 GMT -6
Looking over at the woman and noding, "Aye you see there lad, the lass there knows what shes talking and and you never want to back talk a lady!" Broton responds with a hearty laugh. "Now its time too cheer up, I'm going to go order some more food and then I'll tell you the tale of the time I was lost in the Hidden Savage Valley, its a great story trust me!"
He finishs his mug and puts it on the table and makes his way to the bar, but stops by the lass' table on his way. "Thanks for the hopeful words for the lad, he does seem down. If you'd like some company you can come sit with us, we have about half a barrel of ale and soon some meat and cheese to nibble on, if you'd like. Good company is better then no company I always say." He said with a smile, then knocks on the table three times before continues up to the bar to put in his food order.
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Valourie
Journeyman Roleplayer
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Post by Valourie on Oct 21, 2013 13:16:48 GMT -6
Interruppted then, there was a brilliant white light, the Large Wooded doors swung open wide and a gust of cool autumn air rushed in.
A plain white feather soared through the room with loops and twirls, landing gracefully on the floor between the two tables occupied by a cloaked figure, a dwarf and a young Kinto. For a split second one could sense a wave of optimism and good will, a sense of hope. The Figure in the doorway was like a herald of all good things, the Shadow of great wings was cast across the floor. But at a Second glance, it was just a woman standing at the door clutching a cloak around her neck. She apologetically closed the doors behind her and cleared her throat. She stood about 5 foot 9, wore a crimson cloak over a brown robe, nothing else could be seen but the flame red hair and bright blonde highlights... the woman didn't seem to be injured but there was stitches on her mouth, holding them shut.
Valourie had one hand steadying the Quiver on her hip, while holding a bow. and her Other hand steadied a Shortsword strapped to her left hip.
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Indigo
Apprentice Roleplayer
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Post by Indigo on Oct 21, 2013 14:34:53 GMT -6
Clear blue eyes glittered slightly as they looked away from the dwarf. Indigo furrowed his brows, listening to the words he spoke. The resentment and anger in his gut towards the demons grew as Broton spoke about them. However, it also made him nervous, and sad. He hated the feeling of anger. It felt like poison, the way it could seep through the whole body, and change everything about someone. Like when someone went berserk. “...the past has happened, you can not change it...” Indigo closed his eyes then. Of course the bard was right. But how could that really help after everything? 'I just want to go home...'
Opening his eyes again, he looked over at the cloaked woman, surprised that she'd joined the conversation. He looked back into her eyes a second time, and wasn't sure what he saw there. They gleamed with emotion, and he responded with a weak smile and a quiet, “Thanks.” Then he watched silently as the dwarf went to order some food. He partially opened his mouth to protest, as he had very little money left to contribute. However, Broton was already to far away by then.
Indigo barely noticed another figure come in through the door. He glanced up briefly, as a feather caught his eye. It floated down onto the floor in front of him. He considered picking it up, but decided to not expend the effort as it was just at the edge of his reach anyway. He rested his head on his hand, with his elbow planted on the table, and looked back up at the cloaked woman who had so suddenly spoke. “I'm not sure what future there would be for me here though...” he pondered, his voice still rather low. He looked around at the others in the tavern, and asked her, “What about you? What do you see for yourself here?” Indigo had been wondering this for a time now about the people who lived here, seeing as Wildgard was always so desolate, why did they stay? Why wouldn't they give up and find somewhere better?
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Thoror
Wildgardian
Dorf
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Post by Thoror on Oct 22, 2013 16:28:39 GMT -6
Thoror stood across the counter, looking over the tables in his tavern. A Dwarf was here, a pure blooded Dwarf. He had served him the requested ale(a filling amount for a Dwarf) and whatever his cook had prepared. It was some sort of dragon. You couldn't guess by the taste and cut though; this was a more fatty type of dragon, so porky you could sell it as such. With a bit of unease he watched the Dwarf and the Dog talk, thinking about his...or rather, her past. She once had a beard like that. Did this man know she was a Dwarf? She was certainly too tall and beardless to identify as one, but her face had the same type of features distinguishing her as such. Thoror almost missed her beard, but it was for the best. She was ridiculed in her mines. A boy-girl Human-Dwarf. A creature most curious and disgusting, and it was only how curious she was that kept her for so long. Dwarves are a very scientific people, and she was a biological curiosity.
He sighed, and looked over to the corner where the object of his affections sat just in time to see her approach these people. They must have been discussing some very interesting things for her to come to them. All of a sudden the doors flew open, leaves and sunlight streaming in. A woman in a red cloak with stitched mouth closed them modestly and idly stood with her hands on sheath and quiver. Thoror thought he should ask her to leave her arms there, but she did not bear them. Perhaps she would keep them sheathed. He leaned on the vacant counter and watched, keeping an ear open for anyone requesting service.
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Post by Broton on Oct 22, 2013 20:35:14 GMT -6
Broton strolled right to the counter where he got his ale and meat from before. When he got a few feet away from the counter he saw a creature at the counter that he hadn't seen since is last trip out the Gathering of Clans in the mountains of the Burning lands, a half-blood... Half-dwarf and half... human by his best guess due to only being slightly taller and the beard, well the lack there of. Taking a long good look at the half-dwarf, he does recall that the Half-dwarf was the one he talked too the first time he ordered, but was to focused on his hunger then being He buries the feelings of embarrassment for not showing the lad the respect that he should of.
"Hail there lad, How fairs your night? A little cold maybe?" he says with hearty chuckle, while stroking his beard. "But I degrees, I forgot to introduce myself earlier, I'm Broton P. Locksalt, Son of Kilurt, of Clan Locksalt, of the Blood Ore Mountains.", he says stand up straight and bowing his head. "Who might you be lad? What would a healthy looking half-dwarf as yourself be doing in this wilderness town?", he asks with a smile.
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