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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jul 14, 2016 20:20:03 GMT -5
"You may join me. Not going to eat anything? If its done properly, Drokagr food isn't threatening."
Merrake wasn't the most socially adept person in the world. But she wasn't totally inept either. She'd gesture for Thrawnt for sit next to her, more or less so she could keep an eye on him. She was still perusing the menu herself. Niran was good, but so was Alafra. Eventually she decided on the Slice Alafra. She'd return to her spot momentarily with the meal from the bar. Lump Alafra shoulder on Vaenbrot with spice Tantans. She also had a bottle of N'ekka with her. Once she was sitting again she popped the cork on her bottle, poured it into a very small bowl, pulled a dagger from her belt and sliced a piece of the Alafra off, sawing as she did so. The fork that was provided was more for eating the various seafood, but it worked for pinning the tender meat.
"Obviously.. if it isn't done properly it can appear very threatening. These Tantans are delicious. I will need to order some for the Kalimbra for later."
In her head, Fyrra agreed. They did look delicious.
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Jul 19, 2016 23:19:39 GMT -5
Merrake smiled at him and Thrawn nodded in acknowledgment. He returned a nod to the large man and nodded likewise at Merrake. He wasn't in the mood to smile. He turned his attention back to the Kalimbra as Remy answered the question given. He kept glancing back at the man to let him know he was paying attention. When he had finished talking Jorkahn glanced back one more time and something caused him to hold his gaze. He had noticed how nervous the man was when the Countess was mentioned. Normally the boy would stammer out some barely audible condolences, but he couldn't even manage that. Instead, The Champion firmly clasped his hand on the other man's shoulder. "I am certain she will show."
His voice didn't sound very reassuring. Then again it didn't really sound much of anything, almost a bit cold as it had before. The young warrior looked now over to the bar and then back at Remy. "Excuse me, I am hungry." And with that he walked towards the bar. It was rather sudden, but the half-breed had just realized he hadn't eaten in three days. The emotional and physical trauma, compounded with the almost non-stop travel and lack of sleep, had destroyed his appetite. It was likely he would come to realize how rude he was being at a later date, but now he physically and mentally lacked the ability to care.
When he reached the bar he perused the menu taking a few moments to find something interesting. When finished the boy looked up and spoke to the bartender. "Soi'surra with extra portions. Add a bottle of Maltal White and Asira Wine." When the food was brought up he brought all three bottles of wine and the food to a table with a prime view of the stage. He made certain to sit alone. It didn't take long for the man to start eating. The more food he ate, the faster he shoved it into his mouth. The lad's body had finally realized how hungry it was and it was taking full advantage of that fact. This was the closest thing to pleasure he had felt all month.
After a couple of moments, the boy began to choke. He fumbled around for the Maltal White and poured himself a glass before dumping the contents down his throat. When he could finally breathe again Jorkahn slowed down and began eating like a normal person. The events of Viktoria swam around in his mind. He thought of the RJG and the stories he had heard about them. How they came in and started killing and pillaging before just as suddenly stopping. He had seen a bit of the aftermath, though he was much too late to see the worst. His family was dead, taken from him by the rebels just as they had taken Viktoria and his home.
The feminine man looked up then, dark eyes staring at Fyrra. He wondered what would have become of her, had she been stuck in Viktoria instead of Sorath. Would the RJG have taken her, too? Merrake obviously would have protested, but what could one bodyguard do against a city of racist psychopaths? But wait, if the RJG could just as easily take what they want, when they want, then why couldn't he? His family was murdered, his will to live gone. What was to stop him from walking on stage and stealing away with the Kalimbra? Some damned bodyguard? Some backward custom?! Why were the RJG allowed to run amok while he-
Jorkahn swiftly grabbed one of his bandaged hands with the other and dug his nails in. The bandages grew wet and red with a little bit of blood. The pain snapped him out of his dark thoughts. What was wrong with him?! He wouldn't allow himself to stoop to their lows. The boy sighed heavily and buried his face in his hands.
Intoxication roll-Carousing (Unlearned) Vitality 30- 6SgP4Nlt ... But does an 88 pass? Fail. Jorkahn is Tipsy.
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Aug 10, 2016 10:17:01 GMT -5
"I really have no idea what any of this stuff is, but I'll be sure to try it out later."
Thrawn sat down next to Merrake, he felt silly sitting there with his muffin and juice but he was not in the mood to eat or drink anything else. As he waited for Merrake to come back with her food he looked around some more. He still had no idea why he was invited in the first place, but he did enjoy how nice the place was.
His eyes returned the Kalimbra standing there, he found it very hard to turn them away from her. Before he got lost in admiring her Thrawn shook himself and refocused his attention to his muffin and took a bite out of it.
The Darthaki decided to use this as a learning opportunity, it had become more and more apparent that Thrawn has very little knowledge on Drokagr customs and traditions.
"Can you tell me a little more about what a Kalimbra's job and duties are?"
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Tyr
Human
Shaper
Being a FUR BLANKET
Posts: 513
Moral Alignment: Pure Hearted
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Post by Tyr on Aug 10, 2016 18:49:34 GMT -5
The brief primer in Drokagr custom would probably save someone in his family their hands tonight, none of them would have known. And with the sight to come they probably would have tried it.
"We'll be sure to take care around the Kalimbra then. So as not to surprise you I expect we'll be needing three rooms tonight, I can pay for those now if you like." Tyr pulled out a cheque mostly pre-filled, lacking only a payee, amount, and final signature. "Now then, to whom~" The Duke would work out the payment details with the receptionist on the spot while his family disarmed themselves. Korian and Kilinger were simple, they carried a sword and dagger each, but Helinia was the tricky one. She carried six, six, daggers in various locations and a number of throwing knives to be counted at a later time. What she was preparing for no one really knew, but the family had become accustomed to it by this point.
After business was quickly concluded Tyr would relinquish his claws and the family would head up with Masterson to the main floor. It was definitely a sight to see, none of them had even been in an establishment quite like it. The difference in tables alone was something, but seeing the Kalimbra posed statuesque on the stage was another thing all together. He'd have to get a closer observation, remembering not to touch of course. Kilinger went to order food and drink for the group, Korian joining him to help carry it. Helinia secured a table for the group along the left wall, plopping down awkwardly on a pillow, while Nava continued on Tyr's arm. The Duke had spotted his friend in a slight bit of distress and aimed to snap him out of it a little.
"Ahh, Jorkahn my good friend, it is good to see you here. This is my mother, Nava. Mother, Jorkahn here is the current Champion of Jewels and a good traveling companion of mine. Quite the tracker, and very useful in a pinch." Nava gave her son a coy grin at the remarks, coming from someone else they would seem boastful.
"A Champion? That's quite impressive. I'm glad you could make such a friend." She gave Jorkahn a more honest smile and a polite semi-curtsy plus incline of the head. Far more than was required with the differences in their social ranks, but in this place who cared about such things? "It is nice to meet you Jorkahn."
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Aug 10, 2016 20:40:29 GMT -5
Remy was in full meltdown mode. Panic started to claw at the edges of his mind. Anxiety had already taken root. Where the hell was Vekkia, and where the hell was Allyria? They should have been here for this. The countess planned it. She was the hostess. Remy paced back and forth near the bar twice, and then left the main floor and went down to the receptionist's desk. All the guests were here. Baldra could handle the main floor for a bit. When he reached the reception desk Nekmia looked at him and saw what state he was in.
"Mr. Marshall, is something wrong?"
"Of course something is wrong. The Countess isn't here. The last of the guests have arrived. Vekkia isn't even here yet either. Have you seen either of them? Have they left word behind at all?"
"That's concerning. No, I haven't seen or heard from them."
"Think girl, they wouldn't leave us out to dry like this."
"Remy.. come on man, calm down."
"Shut up, Thrace! This is all going out of control. I am responsible for this."
"Don't yell at him. He's not responsi-"
"He's not responsible. I am. I'm responsible now. There's a Duke upstairs."
"I know."
Through the front door came a ragged and cloak clad figure. She was covered in mud, and looked like she had fallen down the side of a mountain. Her white hair was long, and tangled. Her cloak's hood was down, revealing her face and eyes. They were wild and at the same time exhausted. Vekkia was nearly insane with worry. The others stopped their discussion to look at her. The shock was plain on their faces.
"Ash'Nadar. Mi'Sess'Ni wasuil konma da'Cruilar. Allyria wasuil."
Nekmia stifled a gasp, grit her teeth and started crying and shaking.
"Well don't just stand there, Remy. Let's get Vekkia up to one of the rooms and the bath. Lock the front door, Nekmia, then follow us up."
"I can do that. Ce'sarro, Vekkia. Ce'sarro."
Nekmia got up from the desk and locked the front door while Thrace gathered Vekkia and started to take her up to the third floor. Remy stood there shocked. On the way back from the front door, as Nekmia was passing by, he put his hand on her bicep, stopping her.
"What did she say? Allyria's dead isn't she?"
"She's been captured. By your kind."
The receptionist broke free from Remy's grasp. Nekmia and Thrace finished carrying up Vekkia. They stripped her in one of the larger rooms and got her into a bath. The whole time the woman was chattering away about what happened. Detailing that they were taken captive by RJG, that they were brought to Helkorth. That she was let go and Allyria was not. She raced back here with the horses at best speed, killing one of them in the process. Nai'ir had been lucky. The horse had great stamina. The other did not. Remy went back to the main room and briefed Baldra on the situation in a corner. She nodded sternly and kept a careful eye on things. Remy left then came back with Vekkia who had been bathed and was wearing a blue silk set of robes.
Vekkia went straight to the children and hugged them both tightly while trying to stifle tears. Remy went over to Duke Mardok, who was talking with Jorkahn at the time.
"Good evening Duke Mardok. I am Remy Marshall. I am the Countess', well I guess for lack of a better word a steward. Vekkia over there is her majordomo. She does not speak, Cruic. I apologize for the Countess' delay. I uh... I... can we talk in private, my lord? There's a matter of business I'd like to discuss with you."
Then the door opened, drawing his attention, and his jaw dropped.
Allyria made it to the private club, still shaking off the effects of her landing. She strode up to the front door and tried the handle. It was locked. Baffled, she tried it again.
"What the fuck? Why is this locked? If this is the right day this should be open. I should have guests. Nekmia! Unlock this door!"
An old man wandering the street because he used to be a guard and he cared about his neighborhood but was forced to retire due to age told her the date. He in turn asked her why she was wearing a mask. His reply to her answer was that he had seen stranger things and that he wished her luck.
After a moment without an answer Allyria muttered something about firing the girl for fucking on the job. She went around back and slipped in through the back entrance. She had that designated for deliveries that were mostly along the lines of materials and supplies. Mail wasn't supposed to go through it. She entered and the door was unguarded. Another reason to give someone a demerit. She locked the door behind her and went out into the front room. There wasn't anyone there.
Remembering that she still looked like some kind of street thug in a mask, she worked some magic on her appearance to alter it back to what she was supposed to look like. She waved a hand over her face, and then touched it. The glamour was complete. Her face still felt like the mask, but it held the shape and color of her own face. She picked up a vanity mirror Nekmia kept at the desk and looked at herself. She pinched her own cheek, smiled at the mirror. Ran her nail along her gums. Stuck her tongue out. Everything was the way it was supposed to be.
One hell of a glamour. She could get used to the power.
She went straight upstairs to the room that she reserved for herself and stripped out of her clothing, leaving it sprawled everywhere. She deposited her weapons here and there throughout the room, and got in the bath for a quick wash. When she was done she dressed herself. Korasuan party wear depended on the season. She didn't think the Hanneth would appreciate having two naked drokagr in the room. Not that she'd have been completely daelar if she was in Korasus, on Ne'Turak Balika or Ne'Augin Kalis. She wore a white sarong with gold embroidery on it tied on her left hip, and a matching top that was tied in the back. As for jewelry she wore a gold necklace with three white stones in it, and matching earrings and rings, and an anklet. Her tattoos were readily visible. Once she was ready she walked into the main room. Remy's jaw dropped. Vekkia choked back a sob, the children stood up and hugged each leg. Grayson on the left, Lily on the right.
Remy walked up to her, muttering a weak 'excuse me' to Duke Mardok, jaw still agape.
"I didn't miss anything did I?"
"You were... Vekkia said."
"I'm sure she did. We have guests, go find Nekmia and Thrace, make sure they lock up the downstairs, the front door was locked and the back was open. I had to come in through the back. Looks like everyone is here."
Remy nodded and left the main room. Allyria went over to the bar and grabbed a glass from the bartender Cyril. She knocked on the glass with a ring, making sure she had everyone's attention.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. I am Countess Allyria Allenmorde, and I welcome you to Ne'Ranmba Rul. Our Kalimbra this evening is Fyrra Na'Limndra, famed in Telle'Korasus for her skill and artistry. I ask that you freely mingle and take part in the entrees and beverages, and entertainment. If you weren't informed before: touching the Kalimbra is illegal by Korasuan law, and under license with the Sorathi government and Telle'Korasus, that law is adhered to and carries the same death penalty. You have all been invited as an extension of my friendship and our ongoing good business relations. This establishment represents my culture, and I choose to share it with all of you. If you do not know each other I will take the liberty to introduce each of the invitees."
Allyria looked around the room and smiled. She would, of course, have to start with the Duke. It may be seen as offensive to his family if she did not start with him.
"May I introduce Duke Tyr Mardok, and his family. A welcomed business partner and friend to me and my family. May I introduce, as well, Jorkahn Wealddir, Champion of Jewels, and friend to me and my family. May I introduce my newest business associate, Thrawn Demer, who I have yet to meet myself and I give credit to the Kalimbra's recommendation of good character and Remy's recommendation of upholding promises. I hope we become good friends, as well, Mr. Demer. May I also introduce Kalimbra Fyrra Na'Limndra, who believes in the cause this tavern represents. Sharing cultures and gaining insight and understanding, as well as new friends. Kalimbra Na'Limndra is a well known contributor to the Initiative, and was in town on charitable business towards the Sorathi and Cruinthian people when I met her. I shall also mention her stalwart bodyguard, Merrake Av'Manait. Questions for the Kalimbra can go to her, as the Kalimbra will not speak to you while she practices her art. Finally, may I introduce my family. Vekkia Av'Keran, my longtime friend and business partner. Lily and Grayson, whom I have adopted as their parents can not be found. I believe you have all met Remy Marshall, and the employees of Ne'Ranmba Rul. They are the people that make nights like this possible. Now, I need a drink, who's with me?"
Vekkia approached Allyria at that moment and hugged her.
"Ce'koruga molurak."
"Ce'han, ce'semsir. Let's get that drink."
Allyria went over to the bar and got herself the Niran on the Half-Shell and went to sit where the children had been sitting with her food and drink. She was holding it together. The horror she had been through was in the back of her mind still. Lurking, waiting for the moment it could rear its head.
So many teeth...
There were so many teeth...
Spell cast: My Face is Now a Mask -Allyria takes on the appearance of herself, instead of the masked entity she has become. -Cordons off 5% of her MP to maintain. -Initial MP Cost: 20
*Glamours I, Thaumaturgy Master*
MP: 901/901 --> 835.95/855.95 -20
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Aug 11, 2016 13:35:12 GMT -5
Thrawns willingness to try Drokagr cuisine later was met with a wry smirk. She would believe that when he put a Niran shell in his mouth. But he had questions, and Merrake had just been the one to be volunteered to answer them. The Countess had arrived finally, on the heels of another half-breed she hadn't met: Vekkia. The latter seemed like she had been through a lot recently. The former, the Countess, seemed perfectly fine. She was probably fashionably late to her own party for some reason. It had seemed to wreck Mr. Marshall however. She remembered him being worried. Thrawn's question had been asked before Allyria had arrived though, but before Merrake could answer, the speech occured. Now that things were quieting down again she cleared her throat and prepared the best answer she had.
"This, what she is doing now is what she does. She is here as a work of art. Much like how one hangs a painting in their house. She is part of a display. The way she is standing, with what she is holding, and the colors. Everything about what she is doing now is trying to speak to the viewer about a particular subject. How one interprets what she is doing is up to them ultimately. What do you see when you look? If you see just a naked woman who is standing there in an uncomfortable position, you're blind and not looking hard enough at the details or the big picture."
The bodyguard sliced off another piece of meat, cut it into smaller pieces, and continued eating, leaving Thrawn to ponder for a moment.
Fyrra watched the people around her without actually looking at them. She took stock of the various types. The Duke and his family were a different kind of people than she had met before. She was happy to see Thrawn there, as well as Jorkahn. Those two did seem slightly uncomfortable though. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable the humans appeared. Fyrra hoped the countess could smooth out those wrinkled edges and ruffled feathers.
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Aug 23, 2016 17:58:47 GMT -5
When their host made her entrance Thrawn was caught off guard when she mentioned his name. That was when it clicked for him, she must be the owner of A&F Ventures, and his recent dealing with them must be the reason why he was there in addition to Fyrra's recommendation. He raised his glass to the woman after she spoke about him and smiled, it would be god to meet more people while was in Sorath.
Turning his attention back to Merrake, Thrawn listened intently to her answer and nodded at various points. He wished he had his notepad on to write this information down, but he had left it back at the inn. When she posed her question Thrawn was not sure what to say. He has had little experience with expressive works of art, so it took him a while to form an opinion.
After once again looking at the Kalimbra and analyzing her pose and what she was carrying, as well as sever instances when he opened his mouth to say something only to close it again, Thrawn finally came to a conclusion.
"Balance, and not just physical balance, but in a more deeper way. The scale, it balances between what we need and what we want. I think so at least."
He shrugged, he was not completely sure with his answer, but that is the impression he got.
"What do you see?"
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Sept 12, 2016 21:48:10 GMT -5
They boy didn't see them coming, his face buried in his hands. Nor did he hear them coming, his state of mind and the loud din of the tavern taking care of that. He reacted just a tad too slow at hearing his name. Jorkahn peeked out from behind his bandaged and slightly bleeding hands to see his good friend and his unfamiliar mother. As Tyr spoke the Champion slowly lowered his hands and a slight smile crept upon his tired face. It was the first emotion other than crushing sadness or uncontrollable anger he had shown in over a week. He hadn't realized until now how much he had missed the Duke.
When the older man's mother was introduced Jorkahn almost didn't speak, nearly being content to simply nod in acknowledgment. This was the type of mood he was in, but this wasn't just anyone in front of him, this was his closest friend. The young man cleared his throat before speaking. "Forgive me, Lord and Lady. It seems you have caught me off guard, one moment please." His stutter was noticeably gone, however, his voice had a bit of a melancholy tone to it like he was holding back great sadness. The lad took a moment to wipe his face and hands to clean the food that was on them. He also adjusted his bandages to hide the small amount of blood that had moistened them.
Clearing his voice once more the Champion of Jewels stood to his full height and gave a courteous bow to Nava. "The pleasure is all mine! And though a Champion I be, I can assure you your son gives me much more credit than I am due." When he rose he had a smile on his face. One-half forced and the other half genuine. His eyes showed a bit more emotion than before but still had somewhat of a cold look to them. "I would shake your hand, but I am afraid mine are not in the best of sta-"
Jorkahn stopped mid sentence as Remy interrupted them. It was a bit hard to tell because of his slight intoxication, but the steward looked perturbed. It looked and sounded like what he had to say was important, so their conversation could wait. When Remy turned to look at the door the boy did, too. It was Allyria, it was a relief to see she was okay. Remy had the warrior thinking otherwise for a moment there. The man's reaction confused him, though, why was he so surprised? Matter of fact, why did everyone run to her like she had come back from the dead? Now he was worried all over again.
"Strange."
Before he could say much else his attention went back to Ms. Allenmorde as she called out an announcement. As the names of the attendees were given he looked to the bodies they belonged to. When his name was called his eyes widened and his ears perked up every so slightly. He gave a nod to everyone that looked at him. The rest of the speech wasn't too eventful. At the end of it all, he poured himself another glass of Maltal White and took a drink before turning back to the Mardok's again, if they were still around that is.
Intoxication roll-Carousing (Unlearned) Vitality 30-(Failed) 05QJmrMb Jorkahn is drunk.
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Tyr
Human
Shaper
Being a FUR BLANKET
Posts: 513
Moral Alignment: Pure Hearted
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Post by Tyr on Sept 13, 2016 16:09:57 GMT -5
Jorkahn's misstep went completely unacknowledged, Tyr and his mother both having dealt with several people slip up slightly only to recover shortly thereafter. Nava smiled at the Champion's respectful reply and nearly spoke again when another man stepped up to the group. He spoke calmly, but there was a frenzied look to his eyes. His words had the Duke starting to wonder after the state of the Countess, but with the opening of the door all was set at ease. Mr. Marshall excused himself and the Duke watched the events unfold with a practiced look of calm. In reality he knew nothing of what was going on, or why Remy was reacting the way he was, so his choices were between utter calm and complete confusion.
Calm looked better on a noble.
The Mardoks all waited patiently through the introduction, forced habit from time at court. When introduced Tyr raised his hand and waved to the gathered individuals, then proceeded to try and match the faces to the names he did not know. Networking would be important here, especially if he was to try and continue good business relations with the Countess. Knowing who she valued was useful in multiple ways, both in working as a common link and in knowing whom he might find use in as well. At the end of it all Kilinger and Korian gave hearty 'here here's to Allyria's call for a drink, and brought their just served food over to the family's table. Tyr would need to join them soon, but for now Jorkahn.
"Are you alone this evening my friend? Come join me and mine at our table. It may not have the view you've managed to secure here, but I promise good company all the same." The Duke lightly clapped a hand on the lad's shoulder, giving him a friendly jostling. "Think about it at least, alright?" Pressuring Jorkahn wouldn't get anything done properly, but at least now he would have the option to do it on his own terms. Walking his mother back to the table, Tyr would help her to a pillow then sit opposite her. Truthfully he wanted nothing more than to speak with Allyria about what had happened earlier, but she seemed in need of some time to herself.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Sept 14, 2016 11:44:13 GMT -5
It appeared that everyone was having a good time. Tyr and his family were settling down with food and drink at a table. Thrawn and Merrake were in conversation concerning the artwork that the Kalimbra was performing. The Kalimbra was performing her art. Jorkahn seemed to be alright, as far as he usually was. Remy had been reassured by her presence. The other staff were glad he was no longer in danger of having a heart attack and that their boss had returned. The children were happy as well.
Vekkia was suspicious. She appeared to be the only one as well. Allyria noticed that she wasn't quite herself. There was nothing else she could say though that would convey that she was fine. Not that Allyria was fine, she wouldn't count herself as that. She was better than fine, and it scared her. Instead she opted for pretending like none of it happened. And she would suffer no more questions about it.
"How's the food? Grayson? Lily?"
"It's good. Not as good as your cooking."
"I'd agree."
"I'm no professional. But I'm glad you're enjoying it."
She watched the children eat, and picked at her own food. Letting the Niran slide into her mouth from the shell. It was tasty, and reminded her of the sea. Or what she thought the sea might be like. She had never seen it, nor smelt the salt water on the wind. It was a thing she wanted to do eventually.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Sept 30, 2016 9:13:34 GMT -5
"I see balance as well. I also see the struggle inherent in achieving such a thing. Balancing one's life is important. Probably the most important thing to do for yourself. I have my duty, but what else do I have? I have not a family, nor a personal life beyond that. I would say I'm not balanced, which makes me sad. But the world isn't balanced either, I don't think. Look again, how the coins are down, showing that people put a heavier influence on money than anything else. Which is also sad. There are things in the world worth more than gold."
Merrake was thoughtful, she was looking within herself to find the answers to the piece of art that Fyrra was portraying. She wondered if it was something the Kalimbra had come up with herself, or if it was something that Allyria had requested. She considered talking to the countess about it. Yet when she looked to see where the woman was, she saw her with her family. Another half-breed, and two human children. A strange family, but a family nonetheless.
"I suppose I have time for things other than my career later though. I am young."
She continued with her meal.
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Oct 6, 2016 9:15:48 GMT -5
Merrake's answer caught him off guard. Thrawn did not expect her to open up to him like that, it was certainly more than she ever said to him before about her personal life. He followed her gaze towards the family of their host, that also spoke quite a bit about what she was feeling. That made Thrawn think about his own duty, and his desires, so far they have been one and the same. His duty to his people to bring back something of worth and his desire to discover and learn new things both lead him down the same path in life. The part about the world not being balanced also struck a cord in him. He felt it too, sometimes the world seemed to tip into the world of chaos and senseless bloodshed more than often.
Thrawn thought about all that while stroking his beard, when he realized that he was quite for too long he sat up to ask the Half-Drokgar another question, something about her sparked Thrawn's curiosity.
"If you were not bound by duty, what would you pursue? I'm sure there are things that you can do even with your duties as well."
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Oct 7, 2016 0:10:29 GMT -5
When the boy turned back to look at the Mardoks they both looked surprisingly calm. It was as if nothing phased them. Jorkahn would be the first to admit that, even though Remy wasn't talking to him, his behavior was alarming to the lad in some way. Normally he would be a bit envious of that show of emotional control, but all he has really been able to feel lately is anger and hatred. Tyr's very presence was the first break from that new norm in the past two weeks.
His train of thought was broken however as Tyr asked him a question. The Champion nearly laughed as a forlornly sad smile formed on his face. I'll be alone for the rest of my life, now. He didn't dare say it out loud, not wanting to give away how he was feeling more than he already had. The boy also didn't wish to dampen the nobles' moods. Parties were thrown to have fun, or to celebrate an occasion. No matter his feelings deep down, he would try his best to control them.
As the larger man slapped Jorkahn on the shoulder the younger boy nodded before watching the two go. Sitting down Jorkahn looked at his food, then back at the stage, until finally resting his eyes on the Mardok's. He almost didn't go but after a moment of contemplation the young warrior sighed, capped his bottle of wine, scooped up all three under his arm, and balanced his utensils and glass upon his dinner plate. Though he had purchased extra portions he had already consumed a large amount, so everything fit rather snugly. With some grace, considering how drunk he was, he slowly walked over towards the Mardok's area. When he arrived he greeted them.
"Greetings noble lords and ladies, I come bearing gifts! One is a bottle of Asira Wine, another Maltal White. The other is Alafra Blood. I have yet to try it myself but it is a cultural drink. Please, help yourselves! Ah, but alas, the food is mine!" The young man had no idea where this was coming from. He was surprising himself with how friendly he was being. There was a smile on his face, albeit a forced and mostly fake one, as he placed the bottles down on a table nearby. He hoped he wasn't interrupting. Also that they couldn't tell he was a little bit drunk.
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Tyr
Human
Shaper
Being a FUR BLANKET
Posts: 513
Moral Alignment: Pure Hearted
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Post by Tyr on Apr 23, 2017 22:32:00 GMT -5
The Mardoks were tucking into their food with a practiced grace when Jorkahn made his way over. Each swallowed the small bite of food they were working on to be ready for any polite remarks they might need to make for continued conversation. When it was clear Jorkahn wasn't addressing anyone in particular Helinia and Kilinger went right back to eating, while Korian watched the new man with fascination.
"You're Jorkahn, right? Tyr talks about you. You're the Champion of Jewels!" Helinia rolled her eyes at her brother's starstruck attitude, while everyone else calmly let it go. Tyr chuckled slightly under his breath. Korian was 15, what were you going to do? It did remind him however that introductions were in order for everyone else.
"Indeed he is. Family, this is my friend Jorkahn. Jorkahn, this is the rest of my family in attendance this evening. My cousin Kilinger, head of the Mardocay house, and my siblings Helinia and Korian." He motioned to each in turn, but none spoke as they weren't technically being addressed yet. They knew Tyr wouldn't be done as well. "We were just talking about the styling of this establishment and its' furnishings. What say you on the matter? Are the pillows easy to adjust to, or do you find your legs crowded?"
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 25, 2017 18:22:30 GMT -5
She overheard what Merrake was saying about what Fyrra was trying to portray and was more or less in line with Allyria's opinion on the subject. She stared for a good few minutes and was indeed impressed with the Kalimbra. She couldn't see her breathing or move or blink, and her newly improved senses were out of control. Everything felt a little more poignant. Perhaps it was because it felt like it was the first time she was sensing everything again. Perhaps that was part of being a Forgotten. It was something to experiment with.
Allyria looked over to where the Duke was sitting and noticed that Jorkahn was the subject of conversation. It was interesting, as much as she had changed, he had also changed. Tyr was himself as always. His family was interesting to see however, there were some cousins and an older woman that she assumed was his mother. A good joke to play would be to congratulate her on her son's engagement to Lily.
Then she thought better of herself. Doing that would be insane. It could cause actual problems.
Thrawn seemed to be doing well, speaking with Merrake.
The children were fine.
Remy and Vekkia were the ones that were not. Remy seemed to be coming down from his stress. Vekkia seemed to be generally nervous but she also seemed to be getting more comfortable.
Perhaps it was just paranoia.
She continued her meal in silence, the children started to talk about the Kalimbra.
"So is she going to be naked all night?"
"I hope so..."
"Grayson!"
"What?"
"Don't drool. It's rude."
"Lily is right, Grayson. Yes, she will be standing like that until after the guests go to bed or go home. This is her art form. See the way she is standing, holding what she is? It's a commentary on life."
"I don't get it."
"You never get it."
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