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Post by Destael on Oct 23, 2013 1:42:06 GMT -6
The woman listened to the dwarfs offer to her quietly but opted not to join the two at their table. "Maybe in a while." She spoke after a thought but realized he had already sauntered away back to the bar. She wasn't good company, particularly to a depressed boy and a hearty dwarf.
Instead she continued watching silently, she was better at that.
A sudden slam of the doors caused her to jump slightly, the brilliance of the light nearly blinding. Had she still been a demon, the sheer purity of it would have made her mighty uncomfortable. Once the light died and she caught a glimpse of the shadowy wings, her eyes widened. An angel? But what species?? Would they be able to sense something amiss within her soul? Was she in danger?
Thoughts racing, her body tensed as if ready to flee. It was only then that she realized that the young man was actually directing a question at her. Attention only partially present in her response, she answered. "I have nowhere else and no one else in all the lands of this plane. As for my plans....That's what I'm trying to figure out." All the while, her hazel eyes flicked back to the woman in the doorway.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 23, 2013 14:23:50 GMT -6
Valourie brushed off the chill of the autumn air, adjusting self-consciously for the hundredth time, concluding that no one in the tavern was paying her much mind... she relaxed a little bit and slid on over to the bar. Slowing only to find the Bartender already engaged in conversation. 'I can't go over there... the less I make myself known the better.' Standing just four feet away, she turned her back and leaned against the counter, keeping her eyes low as if to hide her features. 'I'm so suspicious...' She thought, wishing she had a way to relax without drawing too much attention to herself. She couldn't reveal her garb, and most definitely couldn't engage in conversation. to let her voice and intentions known would be a disaster. However, just standing ominously wasn't a great idea either. She sighed, breathing shallow, her body was vibrating with nerves and anxiety.
'So many people have passed through here, I can feel them all, Good, and Bad... so many sorrows, but the air still lingers of calm and carelessness.'
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Indigo
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Post by Indigo on Oct 23, 2013 15:04:38 GMT -6
Indigo looked over at the red-haired woman. Something seemed odd about her, and the strange way she acted, but he merely decided to ignore it. There was plenty of ominous cloaked figures in Wildgard to go around. He noticed how nervous and jumpy the woman he was talking to was, and he wondered about her vague speech, and how touchy she seemed. 'What is she talking about "this plane" for? She has to have come from somewhere, or have someone...' he wondered to himself.
Lowering his eyes to the table again, he mumbled, "I see... My apologies." He paused as he wondered about this stranger, then suddenly realized he didn't even know her name yet. His bright blue eyes met her hazel ones again, and he gave a small smile. "Uhm, I'm Konan Dowker, or you could call me Indigo. What would your name be?"
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Thoror
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Post by Thoror on Oct 23, 2013 19:09:57 GMT -6
The Bartender stood straight as the other Dwarf approached. A mountain Dwarf. He had heard the name Locksalt before, a well respected clan amongst Dwarves of all kinds, and he vaguely remembered seeing this one. He had Thistle tied up for some strange reason, something about learning the heal spell. But he didn't let himself get distracted by memories of Thistle's misadventures with himself and turned his full attention to the man before him.
"I go by Thoror." The half-breed said, not sure if he should reveal his last name. 'Thoror' was common, but his surname was unique to his considerably small family. He didn't want to be associated with them or his former mines. "A pleasure to meet you, Locksalt. Or would you prefer Broton?"
The Half-Dwarf looked quickly to Destael. She was visibly nervous at the presence of this woman. The woman with the stitched lips reminded him of someone; an old friend, the same one that Des had once resembled. He moved his hand to the hammer pendant strung around his neck, hanging in place of the horn that usually lay there. This woman made him anxious too, and...almost fight-ready. Thoror didn't want to fight her, rather fight for her, the same way a warrior would fight for a Valkyrie to send his soul to Valhalla. He made a note to serve her as soon as the Mountain Dwarf answered his question.
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Post by Broton on Oct 23, 2013 20:03:43 GMT -6
"Most folk just call me Broton lad, Locksalt would be used in more official business." Broton replied with out a pause, but notices Thoror looking over at lass he talk to at the table and then to the woman who just walked. He eyed the woman with a unease of past memories of long pass events rushed over him and he not knowing why. He, like always just buried his memories and smiled as he turned back to Thoror, "Mighty busy this inn is, so I'll not take up any more of your time. So my friend, Thoror... just Thoror... I'd like to put in a order for some food for my friend and myself. A loaf of bread, a hunk of your best meat and a wedge of a sharp cheddar, but if you don't have that a mild blue will do just fine." He reaches for his coin pouch and pulls out 2 gold coins, "This should cover the food..., oh and I'd like to buy a drink for those two lass," he points to Valourie at the bar and Destael at her table. "That one(Valourie) looks cold, so a hot cider should help and that lass(Destael) seems edgy, so if you might have hot tea or maybe hot chocolate if you have it. This is a inn folks should be a little cheerier." He said pulling out two more coins and handing all 4 too Thoror, "You know what I mean lad? I'll be at my table when my foods ready." Knocking three times on the counter he turns and makes his way to his table and his ale.
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Post by Destael on Oct 24, 2013 1:21:14 GMT -6
The woman became slightly less tense when it became obvious that the new addition to the tavern didn't seem to notice her at all and instead walk over to the bar.
She looked down at the table at the kinto's next question. Should she answer truthfully? Did this boy know her? Her name? After a minute of careful thought, she spoke. "Des." She glanced up at him, her eyes wide and nervous in the shadow of her hood. Even if she used an alias, her name would come out eventually, what with Thoror not 10 feet away. He had a knack for outing her identity.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 24, 2013 1:51:37 GMT -6
Valourie weighed heavily against the bar, scanning the room with unease. She could feel their eyes each pass over her one at a time. Each of them traceable by a unique signature. 'Easy now, Every person alive or dead would get the same looks coming through here... Wildgard has just cause to question its patrons. This is Normal, mortal behavior.' Her eyes flickered to each of them in turn. 'There's nothing going on here but your every day Tavern agenda. Drinks, Food, Bard by the look of it. Stranger in town, the Mysterious Cloaked figure, Bartender, Wench... I've seen this Scenario Hundreds of times through Hundreds of Lands... But Where is that signature coming from? No One here seems to be in need of Guidance...at least not MY kind of Guidance'
The Dwarven man Gestured towards her and her blood froze solid, 'No!' She thought, jaw clenched, Following his gaze to the ..other, Dwarf-like... Creature.
'oh and I'd like to buy a drink for those two lass, That one looks cold, so a hot cider should help' She inwardly cursed herself, 'There, Attention drawn.' Exactly what she didn't want. She shifted awkwardly under her own crimson cloak and lifted a hand to waive the offer. "...That won't be necessary." Her voice was low and calm, though her entire body had been petrified. "Thank you." Tossing around to face the Bartender, Valourie caught eyes with Thoror and she felt it. The Connection staggered her for a moment, and she looked to the floor to regain her composure. 'I was mistaken. There are tangled ones here. I was a fool to think it would be so easy.'
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Indigo
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Post by Indigo on Oct 24, 2013 2:28:55 GMT -6
Indigo pondered what 'Des' could be short for, and even opened his mouth to ask... But then thought better of it. 'She's secretive enough still that I don't think prying is the best idea...' He couldn't help but let the possibility cross his mind that she was lying, but he dispelled the suspicious thoughts almost right away. After all, it's not like there wasn't good reason for that here. "I like it." he smiled. "Was there a certain reason or namesake in your parents' minds when you were born?" The Kinto was struggling to find a continuation of topic at this point that was at least a little bit more sincere than the weather, and fell into an awkward silence as he awaited an answer from Des.
He glanced over to the counter, where Broton was still standing. Mentally, he willed as hard as he could for him to return to the table. Hopefully the Bard would find it a bit easier to converse with Des, as he was more lively in his speech, and questions. He wanted to talk to her more to try to figure her out, even though she had a hardened and unfriendly air about her. The sorrow in her eyes resonated, and made him curious as to what she was about. And what kinds of things she hid under lock and key... Then, still on the same thought process, his gaze followed the movements and speech of the red-cloaked stranger.
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Thoror
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Post by Thoror on Oct 24, 2013 19:29:40 GMT -6
Thoror nodded at Broton, and called to his kitchen staff to throw some meat on the stove. He turned to the woman in red.
"Are you sure you don't want anything? Most folk would take every chance for a free drink." The Dwarf tried to shake off wandering thoughts, he couldn't do his job right with all that was going through his head. He was nervous for Des, but glad she was opening up to interaction. He wondered about this woman, and why she reminded him so much of a friend, and the stories he told. Thoror took a idle step back and smiled gently at the woman across the counter. He would serve her cider anyway.
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Post by Broton on Oct 25, 2013 13:55:45 GMT -6
Broton makes his way back to the table where here see Indigo be slightly more lively then he left. "Food shall be on its way lad, So where wear we?", he says as he knocks on the table three times before sitting down and poring himself another drink.
Leaning in closer to Indigo,"Have you be making friends with that lass over there? She seems to be very quit and little odd... just like you." Giving a little elbow poke with a smile and then leans back in his chair to have a nice long pull of his ale. He raises his mug in the air, "All should be able to come together under any inn for friendship and merry. For we are all one under this honorable roof!"
An age old thought passed through his head as he finish his toast. 'Why must everyone be so disconnected... why must people be afraid of each other... one day this will be fixed... one day.' He finishes his mug and lets out a heartfelt laugh.
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Post by Destael on Oct 26, 2013 23:13:13 GMT -6
After a moment of careful thought, the woman glanced up at the boy. He didn't seem to know her. That was good. Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad thing to continue the conversation? She's never really had a normal conversation before. It was always plans, or devious plots, or lies. She finally pulled her hood down to fully reveal her shrouded face. Her brown blond hair was dull and unkempt, as was her general appearance.
"I barely knew my mother. My father abused her and I. He was going to sell me when I was eleven so I ran away from home. Honestly, I don't really know anything about my parents." ....Other then the fact that her father was dead. She had killed him ages ago.
As the dwarf loudly rejoined the kinto at their table, Des couldn't help the tiny smile that pulled at her lips, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. She wondered vaguely what he whispered to the young man as she watched them. The dwarf was so lively and cheerful and she was having a difficult time not letting it rub off on her.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 27, 2013 19:40:38 GMT -6
Val had enough of standing at the Bar, She swept across the floor to the nearest table and thought hard about putting her things down there. 'I should Sit.. it feels like everyone is watching me, putting myself in the spotlight where everyone can see me... but I can't reveal my outfit, especially if I'm dropping feathers left right and center.' Her brow furrowed and she reluctantly unbuckled her shealth, placing it and her sword down on the table and did the same with her Bow and Quiver. 'Hopefully If I put down my weaponry, I won't be seen as a threat...' The Angel brought an arm up to carefully lift off her satchel and place it on the table, it wriggled and writhed for a moment before becoming still again, the opening slightly ajar, only darkness could be seen within. Again Valourie glanced around the room, The Patrons seemed to be relaxing a little, and still no one had made a scene, 'I'm alright for now... I suppose.'
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Oct 28, 2013 18:23:18 GMT -6
Grumbling to himself, Thistle Wulfsbane marched towards the Tavern, back sore. The church had run out of the dried meat the the monk was so partial to, and he knew his Barkeep friend had some extra.
his body ached, a dim reminder of the recent giant issues that the people living in the mountains had faced. Thistle grimaced, making a note to caution the rest of Wildgard not to get into a snowball fight with ice giants. Approaching the door, Thistle squared his shoulders and pushed open the door, announcing his arrival in typical dramatic fashion. Stepping through the threshold, he glanced around at the strangely quiet tavern. He scanned each patron with his sharp, analytic eyes.
For once in his life, the monk was dumbstruck.
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Indigo
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Post by Indigo on Oct 28, 2013 19:26:06 GMT -6
When he heard Des speak about abuse, he lowered his eyes to the table and got very still and quiet for a moment, before replying to her. "My father... he disappeared, many years ago, when I was still young. My parents were happy, in love, and my father taught me to fight with weapons he made and sold for a living. Then one day, he was gone, and none of us, not even my mother knows why. She was never the same since then, always waiting for him to come back... I'm the only one of my siblings that was old enough to really remember him well, the others can just barely recall his voice, or things like that." He paused to clear his throat, and glanced up at her quickly before looking away again. "When he left though, my... uncle," he spat with disgust, "because the, uhm, breadwinner for my family. My mother would always defend us, and I learnt to do the same for my siblings. I have scars now from him," he nodded to the faint lines and blotches that could be seen on his upper arms, then disappearing up under his sleeveless 'Wildgard' tunic. "She always got the worst of his anger though... We could never do anything. After all, he was keeping us all alive." By the time he finished talking and the dwarf had rejoined them, his eyes stung slightly. He dreaded how he might find his family back home...
He kept his face down as the short bard whispered to him, and with furrowed brows, just sat still for a long moment. Indigo didn't quite grasp the man's meaning at first, but when he did, he felt colour rise up his neck and into his cheaks. He raised his head and looked at Broton, almost about to protest, before catching Des' eye and looking away again. "You're ridiculous, Broton..." he muttered awkwardly, but the bard spoke over him and continued his toast, probbably without noticing the quiet reply. He smiled a little at the man's enthusiasm, though, and picked up his own mug. Glancing over at Des and trying to share a small smile with a shrug at the strange dwarf, he raised his arm to join the toast. "And maybe even some merriment for the land itself." he added. 'Maybe not everyone here is so bad after all...'
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Thoror
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Post by Thoror on Oct 28, 2013 20:35:59 GMT -6
The woman walked off without responding. Thoror shrugged, understanding how easy it was to be overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of others when one was clearly not looking for it. He paced quickly into the kitchen to prepare some cider and tea. There was water already boiling, so he carefully poured a cup and set the leaves in to steep. As it soaked in the flavour of the dried Elven plants, he poured some sweet apple cider from a barrel into a particularly narrow and tall stein. If the woman didn't accept it, he would just leave it at a random table. Some drunk was bound to stumble upon and finish it.
Thoror wrapped the mug of tea in a cloth and meandered out to the main area. He stopped first at the table of the shy woman, putting her drink down without a word. he gazed to the other table and noticed Broton seemed to be having quite a time, unlike the others around him. 'Leave a Dwarf to his own...' Half a proverb in his head. Thoror shook it away, not wanting to remember when he felt like the Dwarf in a bar. That time had passed.
At the somewhat crowded table holding a Mountain Dwarf, canine Kintu and former Demon, Thoror set the cup down gently on a cork coaster. He reached over Broton's shoulder and placed two gold coins in front of him. "You overpaid." He said with a light smile.
Before he could stand straight again, the doors flung open. Standing proud in the doorway was Thistle, hand-on-hip-type sass simply radiating from his person as usual. Thoror froze, heart racing. He had noticed Des.
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