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Post by Ellie Moonsine on Oct 28, 2013 21:08:03 GMT -6
The huge doors open as wolf kinto enter the tavern. "Wow this has really changed. Did that renew it or something?" Ellie said looking around, amazed at the place. She walked in, passing a group of people talking. Ellie didn't want to bother them, so she sat a table away from them. She put her backpack down and put a pouch on the table. Ellie looked around, to see if Thoror was in, "hey! I would like a hot cup of mead please!" She shouted putting on the table some coins and some fur as payment. She couldn't believe that she is home, after a year of traveling that thing have really changed and there was lots new people here in Wildgard.
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Post by Broton on Oct 29, 2013 0:56:10 GMT -6
Broton smiles at Indigo at hearing, 'And maybe even some merriment for the land itself' and responds,"That's the spirit lad! There should be merriment for the land, since its the only one we have!" He takes in all the start of joy spreading thought the few folks he as spoken too and notices how the lass has pulled her hood back down to fully reveal her shrouded face. "Ah lass that's better, you have no reason to hide in that hood... Now if you had my rugged mug like mine then that might be another story, har har har.", he says to Des as he points to his hairy and travel wore/slightly dirty face and gives a big grin. 'Its so refreshing to see a woman being a little unkempt, unlike the ladies of the high courts.' The though dawns on him, then takes another pull of his drink and takes in the wonders of this tavern. "Taverns are the places where great things start. I have a great feeling about this place."
Broton palms the coins that Thoror placed in front of him, "oh my apologies lad, traveling so much I for get the coin rates of where I'm at." He smiles back with a wink.
As the new folks enter the tavern Broton takes not of each and then turns to his new acquaintances Indigo and Des, "So would you like to hear some stories while we wait for some food and drink this ale? I know many on almost any topic if you'd like." He says as he tops off his ale.
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Post by Destael on Oct 29, 2013 17:54:34 GMT -6
The boys story was sad, like many she had heard in the past yet was unable to connect with. She now understood....the pain and emotions of the races on this plane. She snorted, about to answer Broton's statement sarcastically when the new addition to the tavern caught her attention. "No...I did have reason to hide. I revealed myself to soon." Her words were a near whisper as her face visibly paled.
Eyes wide, she slowly stood, raising a hand to Thoror and shooting him a commanding glance as if telling him not to intervene. Thistle had been one of her strongest human opponents, one of her main rivals, a serious enemy. She had wondered when they would stumble into each other again. This would be a deciding moment in her fate. He would be in the right to strike her down where she stood. But would he?
Standing silently, she stared at him. Her blond-brown hair was a mess, her hazel eyes had lost the vibrancy they once carried. Under her dusty brown cloak, her clothes were ripped and in a bad state. And if one looked closely under the tears in the fabric, bandages could be seen.
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Indigo
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Post by Indigo on Oct 29, 2013 18:59:23 GMT -6
Indigo's smile froze into a paled grimace as a new figure entered the tavern, and Des stood up. She was afraid, and he didn't know why. However, he stood up with her automatically, quickly reaching behind him for his pole-arm that was leaning against the wall, unwilling to let this sad woman stand against the monk alone. Thistle. He'd spoken to him before, and he had seemed to be a good person. But he had never seemed quite right. Always to quick, too foolhardy, too disconnected, and to rash in everything he did. For a while, Indigo had considered him an ally, but realized that the monk had little care for the intentions of others. He did things his way. And he did them whenever he felt like it. It had driven Indigo away from the man's side, as the estranged man was unsettling to him.
So now it almost seemed as though he was standing on the opposite side of the line for the tunnel-vision monk. And he didn't know why.
He stepped a bit closer, so that he was standing equal with her at her side, and spoke under his breath, "Des... What's wrong? What does he want?" He took a sidelong glance at his new, though still mysterious, companion. Now he could see her clothes and her face clearer, as the brighter light from the main part of the tavern illuminated her. For a moment he stared, then looked back towards the door, brows furrowed. Something was very wrong here, and he didn't know what was going on. However, he his chest pulled tighter with pangs of loyalty as he prepared to defend Des if need be.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 29, 2013 20:07:55 GMT -6
Valourie merely looked up, 'hmmph... A new arrival. That Boy from the Church? Something is different about him...' She watched as the others in the room reacted. The Satchel in front of Val spurned into action, wriggling and writhing, she quickly clutched to it and franticly threw her hand over the opening of the bag. "PShhhT!" She spat, scowling at the bag. picking it up and cradling it in her arms, peering into its dark depths. The Angel could feel the mood change in the Tavern, taking a moment to re-read the situation. 'Suddenly everyone is on edge, Could this be the turmoil I was sensing earlier?' There were three sources that drew in her Interest, First, The Bartender, Val could feel as though the Half-Dwarf had sprung into action and dashed across the room without even moving, and then the Mysterious Cloaked one, now she could see her face, it was obvious that this Woman had an Otherworldly Air clinging to her Aura. and Thirdly the Monk, Thistle. His Presence hit the Patrons like a monsoon.
'I fear there is some very deep emotions here, Perhaps I should intervene...' She looked down at her satchel, two glowing eyes peered back at her.
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Thistle
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ANGRY
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Post by Thistle on Oct 29, 2013 21:09:53 GMT -6
Heart hammering, Thistle quickly tried to assess the situation. Broton, the half insane bard he had run into a while back. The boy Indigo, who had helped him out many times. The newcomer with the disfigured face. Thoror, who looked like he was having an apoplexy. And Destael. Who wasn't really Destael, but was still clearly Destael. All of a sudden, somebody knocked him sprawling from behind, as they made a beeline for a empty table. He picked himself up and stared at the apparition before him. His throat felt dry. There was no doubt about it. It was her.
Thistle wasn't sure how this was possible, but it didn't really matter at this point.
"You" he said,voice hoarse. "How... What are you... but I..." he fumbled with his word, struggling to grasp onto a coherent train of thought.
He took small steps, slowly moving towards his rival.
"I thought you were dead."
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Thoror
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Post by Thoror on Oct 29, 2013 21:47:22 GMT -6
Thoror noticed the dog's movements. "Indigo. Stand down." Des needed to deal with this herself. He would intervene if trouble rose, but the trouble presenting itself seemed too confused to make any. The Dwarf clenched his hands on the rim of the table slightly; it was agony just standing there...but Des wanted this. Thistle wouldn't start a fight in here, he knew that for sure, but there were other ways to hurt Des. She was overwhelmed by her unfamiliar emotions, susceptible to a new kind of hurt. The Monk was a master with words, able to manipulate and mess with any...
The monk spoke. Thoror stopped worrying about Thistle's words, it was obvious his silver tongue needed polish. He couldn't shake the fear though, and kept both eyes on the boy approaching them, heart pounding the whole time.
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Post by Ellie Moonsine on Oct 30, 2013 10:57:46 GMT -6
The server came and broght Ellie her hot mead. Ellie smiled and payed the server the coins and tip him some fur for the winter. Ellie lean back in her chair and watch what was going on with the group of people. She didn't want to interven with them, since she just traveled for days to get here and had lost her son a long the way.
As Ellie was drinking, she couldn't help but hear what was going on. They were talking about "land" and then this Drawf turned to this figure and asked for her, assuming since the drawf called her lass. To take off her hood. Ellie, being curious, wanted to knwo who is that feamle as well. But the female shook her head and was gonna head away. Ellie turned to see the monk looking at her and by the look on his face, he was shocked to see who it is.
Ellie put her mug down, now very curious to who this female is and wnat to see who it is. She got up and slowly walked over to the group of people, keeping herself quite. She looked to see the young Kinto getting up to grab his weapon, but Thoror stopped him. 'Who is this person that everyone wanted to protect or is shocked to see.' She though watching this.
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Post by Broton on Oct 30, 2013 13:03:01 GMT -6
Broton sees everyone standing up, he jumps to his feet as well. "This is exciting! Why are we standing?!" he shouts outs and looks left and right. As he does his keen eyes lock on too the monk he ran into a while ago when he first got to Wildgard.
Relaxing his posture and he takes a few good strides towards the monk, Thistle, with a big grin on his face, "Oh hey there Lad, long time no see! Have you found time to help me learn the monks healing touch? I'm free right now to learn. Come now, come take a seat. I have some food on its way, good drink to be had and my hammer ready to help with the teaching." Broton sits right back down and puts his hammer on the table, then looks at his companions, "We are in luck fellows, we are about to learn how to heal someone. Now who wants the honor of breaking the leg first?" His gin is ear to ear as he then turns to where Thoror stands, "Lad can I get one more mug for the monk. He might need it.... Ah Taverns, they are the places where great things start!"
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Post by Destael on Oct 30, 2013 13:59:47 GMT -6
Des glanced at Broton who seemed completely oblivious to the situation before turning back to the monk. "For all intents and purposes, I was dead." With a grim expression she pulled down the scarf around her neck to show a grotesque scar from where her head had been removed. "But Balthezar is a cruel and sinister man. He didn't want me dead, he wanted me to suffer."
Looking down guiltily, she spoke. "So how is this going to go?" Broton's words echoed in her mind. Great things to start? Oh...things were probably going to start. And they most likely were not going to be great for her.
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Indigo
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Post by Indigo on Oct 30, 2013 15:59:26 GMT -6
Indigo's eyebrows were drawn down, the creases of his forehead marking his confusion. And, apparently, he wasn't the only one. He saw around him that nearly no one knew what was going on, and even the monk involved was sorely bewildered. When Thoror told him to stand down, he froze, even more unsure than he had been a second ago. Why would the bartender want this woman to be standing alone? At the same time though, the short man seemed to be in a state of half panic. It just didn't make sense. Bright blue eyes jumped from person to person in the room, all of them still with no answers to give, and then looked back to Des as she pulled down her scarf and spoke to the monk. 'She was... dead? What? How?' His head was reeling, trying to piece together what the woman was saying. He knew the story, he'd learned all about Balthazar, and what had happened with the demon warlord. How she'd been defeated, and beheaded, and brought back to wherever she had come from. But what would that demon have wanted with Des? 'She's just a human, she couldn't have had anything to do with... Destael... unless...'
Suddenly, everything had fallen into place. Thoror, the monk, the woman's scars, why she was hiding herself. It all made sense now. "Des... tael...?" he pieced the name together now for the first time, saying it out loud. Except, it still didn't make sense at all. He'd watched the demon Destael from a distance, he'd been paying attention the whole time while her and her lackeys held all of Wildgard in their grip. None of them felt remorse, none of them cared for anything. They were all so evil it had made his blood boil. But this woman...
"No... That doesn't make sense. You're so... different. You're human. Alive. Feeling. How could that... that demon... have been you? You're..." his staggered words petered out for a minute, as he stared into her face. The sorrow and guilt that was so plain in her eyes made sense now, but there was still more than that. He tried to see more in her face, tried to make sense of this sad woman. "You're... so much more, so much... better than that."
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 30, 2013 16:31:54 GMT -6
'Ah Yes, Of course. That makes so much sense now.' Valourie watched as the Tavern Events unfolded, only slightly distracted by the magnetic pull of the Bardic Dwarf, Broton. He floundered with an age-old distraction technique the Bard's Charisma would have worked too, if the weight of the emotions in the room would only rise with his efforts. Part of her felt like she should aid his efforts to eat drink and be merry, but unfortunately, that was the Amazon in her, the Valkyrie was rising, open winged inside her heart and she was very torn. She Could smell the other world on Destael, and even slightly on the Monk, Thistle.
In the Brief moment she was minutely distracted, a Long slender Mink sprang from the Contents of her Satchel and up the length of her arm to perch on her shoulder, 'ACK!' She grit her teeth and stood, mirroring the rest of the Patrons, now there was quite the gathering in the room and to reveal herself would be a price to pay. She only wondered what would happen next. She walked quietly to the Bard and placed a hand on his shoulder. Whispering Quietly in his ear. "Are you prepared to deal with the consequences if things in here plummet? You are the People's Distraction from Hard times. I watched as you lifted all the spirits in the room with your Charisma and warm heart. You may have your work cut out for you, but not to worry. You Are Blessed."
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Oct 31, 2013 15:26:03 GMT -6
Thistle felt his brain kick into gear again, as he processed this new information. At this point, the tension in the room was almost tangible. The Bard, Broton, seemed oblivious to the situation around them. He gritted his teeth in response to the bard's threat, before sitting down heavily.
"That's rather unfortunate for you now, isn't it? he spoke, once again feeling his old self. Theories and conclusions formed a whirlwind in his minds, as a heavy silence pervaded the room. The boy Indigo seemed shocked as well, which was understandable.
"So what are you? Clearly, you aren't a demon." He asked, curious.
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Thoror
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Post by Thoror on Nov 1, 2013 18:52:28 GMT -6
Des pulled down her scarf and Thoror looked away, not wanting to think of them. He hated those scars; not that they were present, but that they were given. He hated that Destael had to suffer through pain unimaginable receiving only jagged marks on her perfect, pale skin. He hated that there were people malicious enough to inflict such pain, and he hated that those people still lived. He loved every inch of Destael, every feature on her face, every 'flaw' in her personality, but he hated those scars. And he hated that his blade bore one of the many across her back.
Ignoring Indigo's infuriating (but justified) words, the Dwarf stood straighter. He looked at Broton, who didn't seem to quite understand the tension of this situation. Perhaps it was the mead, though a full-blooded Dwarf shouldn't get drunk that easily, or just a personality quirk of his. As Thistle took a seat, Thoror sighed with relief. He recognized the way they stood; it was how a table would erupt into a fight after the wrong words were uttered, or the wrong gesture made. Hopefully the others would do the same.
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Post by Ellie Moonsine on Nov 1, 2013 20:03:32 GMT -6
Ellie's eyes widen in schoked, this cloaked person is Des, the demon that did some horrible things in Wildgard. She put her hand into a fist, gripping it tightly, but relaxed hr hand. Ellie remember that she forgave Des months ago and said that she will not be bothering Des anymore. When Des removed her scarf, Ellie looked descused at that scare that was around her neck. 'What in the Great Spirit happen to Des?' She though. Steping closer to the group to see Des' neck a bit better. But backs away, trying not to interupped their group.
Ellie turned around and walked back to her table and sat back down, keeping her ears open, hearing what they are saying. She then order another hot mead to warm up and some cooked meat as well.
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