Thoror
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Post by Thoror on Jan 19, 2015 1:57:20 GMT -6
The sun set over the trees to the West, effectively putting an end to the action of the day. Most folk had since sheathed their blades, gone to bed or started their nightly tasks, but for Thoror it was time to mourn.
Hours ago he had been hiding two people from their would-be assassins. Mere seconds after he thought they were safe in the cellar there was a commotion upstairs, and the South wall was burning fast. Tried as they may to douse the flames, the arsonist's magic was too strong, and the blaze soon consumed every wooden surface on the ground floor. It was a miracle they escaped before it lit up the alcohol.
However, many patrons were not that lucky. The attackers cared not what they harmed, and bodies nameless and named lay dead within the walls. Wounds that didn't cauterize in the fire were still fresh, the smell of blood stinging through the smoke. Handling the bodies left the Dwarf shaking. He was used to death, but this...This was different.
"Now's not the time to mourn your Tavern, it can be rebuilt!" Thoror had been told. But it wasn't about the Tavern. He would build it up a thousand times if he had to. No, it was about a promise. A promise to the innocents, the patrons, the mother and her children, that lost their lives two years ago when the first tavern burned. It was a promise to keep this from ever happening again, and he broke it.
Thoror kept himself from inspecting any corpses he moved, for fear of making out an expression, or familiar feature. Still, he shook as he relocated them outside. They would be relocated to the White temple or another burial ground, as a tavern is no spot for a final resting place. Would it be enough for then, thought the Dwarf, or would they be restless like the first?
Discord was probably in the cellar, which was quite intact. When he had removed this body, a young male by the looks of it, he would go see her. Discord was surprisingly open to comforting the Dwarf, it seemed. Or maybe he just felt at ease with her, she was bound to Destael after all.
The wind whistling through what Discord had made into a wall and ceiling kissed the Dwarf's cheeks, sighing softly as it stirred up more ash and dust mixed with snow from outside. The sooner he was over with this the better, and steadily paced forward to the open door frame with corpse in hand.
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Post by Ieda-Lygari on Jan 19, 2015 2:26:56 GMT -6
Lygari crouched next to the corpses, no song in his throat for them, not yet. His feathers were ruffled, his usually impeccable hair and clothes out of place, not quite sitting right. He was a mess, his eyes far less glazed as usual, almost too focused, sharp. Fire, it had to be fire. In the middle of winter, no less, where he lived. Though lived was still a relative term, no, these people lived, and these people died.
From god forsaken fire.
By the time he had gotten to the Inn it was already ablaze, and it was all he could do to fly outside the flames to see if anyone inside was still alive, though admittedly, he mainly was just desperate to check if Svik was inside the burning building or not. After checking find that all there was left was charred bodies, none belonging to his Dwarven companion, he flew into the sky with a glow of his golden eyes to sweep the area in search for anyone he could unleash his wrath upon. He found nothing, which was maybe why he could not properly give these souls passage, he felt they deserved justice first.
"Death by fire is the fate you give only to your worst enemies-" he spoke aloud, though not particularly to anyone. "-those who deserve nothing but the taste of the wrath burning in your heart and lungs. It's second only to one, but it is slower. These mortals were not even worthy of one's passing thought, they hardly deserved-" he stopped, and his wings noticeably drooped. "No, they deserved much better, worthy of wrath felt for them, not against. Not like this."
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Post by Discord on Jan 20, 2015 1:02:43 GMT -6
Discord remained silent as she always did. Playing with the rocks in the Cellar of the Tavern, stacking them and moving them as She did the skeletal remain back on the Demon plane. stopping suddenly, discord place the rock down and brought her knees up to her chin. holding onto her knees for comfort she sat in complete silence, when would she be able to go home? D has always warned her the Demon Plane was safer for her...what was she to do now? the Food Thoror would happen to give her, was never appealing to her, it had been more then seven says sense she was home, seven days without her surpresser. the bark and vines that engulfed her left hard slowly crept to the left side of her face and body now. which only made her hold her knees tighter.
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Post by Thoror on Jan 20, 2015 1:39:53 GMT -6
As Thoror re-entered the building, he noticed a familiar figure. White dressings, wings, this was the angel that stayed under his roof. Had they come to mourn? He listened as they started speaking
"...the fate you give only to your worst enemies..."
He stopped listening, he couldn't bear it. The Angel was right, it was a fate only for someone truly villainous, and yet here Thoror stood. He turned away and held his head low, looking at his bloodied hands. It seemed he could never keep them clean.
"I'm afraid I'll have to turn you away tonight, Lygari." Thoror muttered. "There are no ready rooms for you tonight. I'd advise seeking shelter in the Church, or the Scale." Thoror started towards the kitchen. He didn't want to talk about the fire, the people, or those who brought this on. He didn't want to think about his failure right now. All he wanted to do was clean up and see Discord.
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Post by Ieda-Lygari on Jan 20, 2015 17:30:10 GMT -6
Lygari sighed deeply. The Scale was out of the question, as much as he tried and tried to reach out to those mortals who gathered around someone they couldn't possibly understand, they of course, failed to understand him. The church would be his only option, Svik would surely made a sly comment about the matter, if he were around. Lygari made note that he should keep the Dwarf's leash shorter, he got so awfully depressed when he was gone from his direct presence.
"I only wish there was more I could do. I can guide their souls but-" he should have been able to stop all of this with a glance, but of course there were limits, horrible limits to his power. He perked up for a second, throwing on his usual wide smile, the one that popped on the moment any of his feelings became too heavy, but it fell away. Fire. He couldn't push this feeling away, no, he wanted to understand mortals and that included this horrible pain in his chest.
Guilt, fear, sympathy...empathy. He had to feel them all.
"All I can provide to the living is song."
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Post by Discord on Jan 20, 2015 23:35:42 GMT -6
Discord still holding onto her knees listened to the noises upstairs. She wished for nothing more then to return to the demon plane.
The presents of a holy being upstairs frightened her now that she could sense them. She was a demon after all, Angels and Demons never saw eye to eye. She remained silent, Hoping no one would enter the basement
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Post by Thoror on Jan 21, 2015 0:54:23 GMT -6
The Dwarf sighed. The Angel's presence was making him unusually uncomfortable for some reason, more than is should in this situation
"I'm sorry Lygari, but your song would be wasted on me. I have not the ears for music today." Thoror said, still facing away. He lied, he was in such need of a song, but he was not at ease in the Angel's presence.
He idly handled an overturned cup on a table. He wanted to see Discord, but it wasn't wise to reveal her presence when a holy being was near. It might not even be any use trying to hide Discord from Lygari, he might be able to sense the Demon depending on where in the cellar she was.
As the Dwarf thought that, something clicked in his head, but he lost that thought too soon to grasp it. He shrugged it off as stress, and finally turned to see the Angel. He forced half a smile then sighed it away.
"Perhaps the families of the lost ones would be more needing of a song. Anyone who's family cared about them already came for the bodies, I could point you in their direction..." He hated to send the Angel away, but he had to. "I'm very sorry this happened, Lygari..."
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Post by Ieda-Lygari on Jan 21, 2015 4:18:24 GMT -6
Lygari's presence tended to put off a lot of people, mainly because he was trying so desperately to do the opposite. He could feel one soul being particularly distressed by him, and with good reason, yet no reason at all, under the earth.
"The families have each other, these souls have no one. I sang for the one I hated most in this world, the least I could do is sing a song for them." he stood, closing his eyes with resolve. "You can tell the one below that they have nothing to fear. I don't have any cares as to who or what they are, if I did, I would have made that clear when I first sensed them enter Wildgard." he smiled softly.
"I grow tired of all this seriousness, it really doesn't suit me." not anymore. "Just one song.. after that I think I should find Svik and tell what happened to his belongings." he didn't have any physical ones to worry about himself. "Your friend is free to come out and listen, if it would suit them."
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Post by Avail on Jan 21, 2015 12:25:45 GMT -6
The bang had startled Avail quite a bit, it wasn't like he'd never heard an explosion before. It was just was never so close. It did however not sound close enough to be any of his business. Honestly with all that had been going on he didn't think it really mattered to rush to the scene of the explosion. So he sat and rested waiting for things to settle. It wasn't till the evening that things finally cooled off enough for him to think of going. Of course a rather loud bit of chattering from his...business partner also got his attention. No sense in getting yelled at for simply not checking the remains out right?
"So much for my evening nap." The large burly man muttered to himself rolling over onto his chest, before pushing himself up onto his feet. After a few moments he got his barrings smelling the still smoking remains of the building he stood in silence before groaning."If I don't go the damn raccoon will have my head." He finally decided.
After quickly stripping down tying his clothes to his waist he rushed forwards taking a leap before his normal surge of pain hit him, his fur grew and his body shifted. Hitting the ground running Avail rushed forwards quickly his massive paws sinking into the snow easily. He never minded running in the snow always felt so fluffy honestly.
After a short run, Avail stopped a bit away from the tavern shifting back he began putting his clothes back on as he walked towards the tavern only actually putting his shirt back on as he walked through the door. "Hmmm this does not appear to be good at all." Avail muttered as he looked around almost ignoring the angel as he looked over the damage. It was fixable it would take a bit of time and man power something he could lend.
"I wish to aid in any rebuilding that is to happen." He decided aloud looking over at Thoror they had never met but he knew of the dwarf and he was guessing the same was true for the other.
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Post by Thoror on Jan 21, 2015 13:25:37 GMT -6
It seemed the Angel really wanted to sing. Again Thoror sighed, what was the worst that could happen? A little more discomfort in a sea of stress? The least he could do was let Lygari express themselves.
"...Sing your song, angel. It's obvious it means very much to you." Thoror set the cup, still in his hands, down on the table again. "But...hmm?"
He noticed the large man enter, looking around. The Dwarf had only seen him in the Tavern on occasion, and they had never spoke, but he knew who he was. The white band of the Basilica was worn around his arm, blue stitching indicating his rank. Only two marks. It was indeed him.
"You must be the one the girl refers to as security. It's a pleasure to meet you." Thoror gave a nod to the man. 'The girl' was the one left in charge of the Basilica in Thistle's absence, maintaining it and helping both her and Thoror's businesses thrive. Their customers were often interested in both. "May I ask why she sent you instead of going herself?"
All he wanted was to see Discord. That was it. The presence of these two, a holy being and a large, masculine male would surely stress her. Why did he ask that question, he thought to himself, when he could have just asked the man to leave? The Dwarf sighed once more and looked between the two visitors.
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Post by Ieda-Lygari on Jan 21, 2015 17:50:08 GMT -6
Lygari took a breath then sang with a heartbreaking tone that most would think impossible to have passed his lips. A soft slow surrounds him and lights can be seen. The guiding of souls was not something he did personally often, but when he did, it was a sight to behold.
Lygari’s Lament
"Follow the river, and the butterflies who,
Know where springtime eternal, will never leave you,
Forget the heat of the summer, the fire, the storm
Go to the peace and the quiet, the mild and warm.
For these roots of autumn give way to the spring,
Ne’er ever allowing, a winter between,
In the dark colds, tis where ancient songbirds flew,
‘cross the ocean to where the cattle ‘wait you.
Follow the singer, and their butterflies who,
Came from springtime eternal, just to guide you,
Forget the pain of the living, the hunger, the strife,
Go in death to my pasture, of eternal life."
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Post by Discord on Jan 21, 2015 20:33:08 GMT -6
Discord listened as she could hear a voice that was soft as it sang. Slowly she crept up the stairs pushing the cellar door open to get a better sound of the voice. Keeping herself low to the ground and hopefully unnoticed she listened to the song.
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Post by Avail on Jan 21, 2015 21:27:04 GMT -6
Avail was going to answer the tavern keeper before he was cut off by literally the singing of angels. He walked around in silence for a few moments as the angel let himself sing his praises to help the souls or whatever he was doing, it was beyond Avail, all he knew was the last time he'd been near an "angel" he'd had to get rid of the body, not a bad snack over all. Of course he wasn't about to attack this angel, he wasn't attacking anyone of import to him nor did he seem to have any ill will, simply doing his job.
As the song finished the lycanthrope nodded his head towards the angel in thanks before looking over at Thoror. "I myself prefer to be called Avail, but if you wish to refer to me by my job description I won't withhold that right from you, tavern keeper." He chuckled a bit running a hand through his wild mane of brown hair, as he tried to figure out exactly what all was ruined, honestly thanks to the brick walls of the tavern the physical damage that would need to be repaired was a minimum, however there was still plenty of it. He took a deep sigh scratching his chin as he mentally debated if he could pull out some of the smoldering wood with his bare hands to help remove it as a problem, but thinking better of it he decided to simply talk to Thoror.
"Well, to be fair, she didn't send me. I figured I aught to come to see the tavern, it being good for business and what not." He explained, waving his hand slightly as he grinned over at the dwarf, standing quite a bit taller than him, or the angel for that matter. He groaned rubbing his nose, the smell of burnt wood was still plenty lingering for him, so it was at the very least, blocking his sense of smell from figuring out there was another person among them. He never liked the smell of wood after it'd finished burning, it always felt...bad. Not that he could really explain it to someone who didn't have his nose for things.
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Post by Thoror on Jan 21, 2015 22:59:44 GMT -6
Thoror stood still, listening to Lygari's song. He was still itching to exit, but it was more relaxing than he'd anticipated. When the song was over, he felt that familiar discomfort stemming from seemingly nothing return. He nodded anxiously to Lygari and thanked him, before addressing the man from the church.
"Avail, then. My name is Thoror." He shook the large man's hand, looking quite a ways up to his face. "Glad we're introduced."
The Dwarf stepped back towards the kitchen again. He was hearing more people, about three, all talking about the Tavern. But they were nowhere to be seen, and their voices were so unusual. But familiar.
"Lygari, have you written your songs down anywhere, by chance?" He asked the angel. "Your songs would do well to be shared in that way, too."
He stopped as one of the voices said Discord's name. Well, it wasn't her name. But he knew who they referred to. Where were they, and why did they know Discord was here?
"If you'll pardon me now, I have to see to something in the back." Thoror said, finally turning and walking to the kitchen. He needed to see Discord, now.
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Post by Ieda-Lygari on Jan 22, 2015 1:52:53 GMT -6
"No, I'm afraid I have not thought of doing such a thing. I haven't thought hard about material, physical, possessions, in so long." when it came to riches, he had such an endless amount it no longer held any real value to him. Things like spoken stories and songs were partly so dear to him because they were experiences, not static like gold. Though the idea held merit, maybe through sharing his wealth in another fashion would help him connect further with the mortals.
"I shall consider it."
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