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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2017 21:23:19 GMT -5
Against her better judgement, Rithaleya crashed into the tavern. She'd gotten fed up with foraging, and technically might be considered a deserter, but then again, she'd also been left behind and wasn't really a soldier to begin with. It was too much to sort out. The facts were, she'd been successful enough to gain entry to Innorsford and sell her wares for some spending money, but not so much that she could buy the bow her mother wanted and leave.
Besides, the weather was terrible, and she had more than enough excuses not to go get her work done. It was time to recuperate, for her own sake, not to keep on questing in futility for someone else. The gold in her purse--that she'd earned, since what she'd been given she hadn't managed to hang on to--said that she could do it here, which was a relief, given the circumstances. The extenuating circumstances, which was a word that meant she wasn't entirely to blame for them.
She looked to the servers, raised her hands, which along with the rest of her carried more than a trace of dried blood, and proclaimed, "Alright, to keep it simple, I need a bath, a drink, and food that's not roasted game. To start with. But not in that order." She waved one finger after ending this announcement, and her gaze drifted away to look for somewhere to sit and be served.
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Post by Azuloth on May 24, 2017 6:35:04 GMT -5
"Sit anywhere ya like! We'll bring ya something right quick."
One of the barmaid said. Despite how full the place was there were seats opening up and filling all the time. To the point that there was always someplace to sit. Once the new come had found herself a spot her food would be brought over. It was a sandwich called 'The call of the Mander'. Roasted salamander beef, which was far better than gamey food like rabbit, crispy lettuce, and rhotbrot. A hearty red bread. Alongside the meal was a tall copper mug of water.
"The water is free. It's hot enough out there people come in just for a drink, and dry too. A crisp wind with nary a drop of dew to be found. The bath is down the hall. Feel free to use it whenever you like. It's current occupant should be leaving it any moment. Sandwich is a duk, the large silver piece, and the bath is five cor, the small silver pieces. If you don't mind me pointin' out, ya look a little foreign."
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2017 11:28:17 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm... Cahallian," Rithaleya lied, poorly. She'd fallen quite dramatically into her seat, before shifting upright. At least she'd been travelling light, if not so much by choice. Her eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment before she fished out the requisite coins, and pushed them across the bar. "I'll have a water as well, then."
After surveying the food and getting the smell of it, of which she very much approved, she looked in the mug and tried a mouthful, after which she bore a skeptical expression.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 24, 2017 11:49:41 GMT -5
"That bath was just what I needed."
Fyrra said to no one in particular as she entered the bustling common room, finishing the tie on her sarong. She spotted a place by the bar and approached the seat next to the half-elf that had just received a sandwich. The Kalimbra had grown used to seeing new faces in the Tipsy Darkling. Though she had her own place to live, she enjoyed coming to a public venue.
The alliance had made the town explode with people moving around. Everything centered on the tavern. It was the largest non-ruin non-privately owned structure.
"If I may, do you mind if I sit next to you? It is rather busy today."
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2017 12:15:27 GMT -5
Rithaleya spoke without turning toward the newcomer, as soon as she'd finished chewing the first bite of her sandwich. "It's not my tavern, and you don't stink, so... go ahead."
When she did turn to look, she had to look twice just to confirm what she'd seen, and then a third time to review, before deciding she shouldn't be staring at strangers."Er... okay," she said, apropos to nothing. Speaking to half-Drokagr wasn't in her playbook, nor were they even properly in her vocabulary.
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Post by Azuloth on May 25, 2017 7:56:29 GMT -5
"Your second water, ma'am. And your usual Kalimbra Na'Limndra."
The bar maid had come back with the half elf's order for a second water and placed it next to the first mug. She then placed a matching sandwich in front of Fyrra, with a glass of water. She'd pick up any coins left behind for payment.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 25, 2017 8:06:19 GMT -5
"Thank you."
Fyrra sat down next to the woman. Her usual had been placed in front of her. She paid and worked on her sandwich a moment. Honestly she was concerned for the town and it's economy. There were so many soldiers gathering to fight for the alliance, but a dearth of resources. They needed everything and she didn't know how to help. She assumed this woman next to her was a part of all of that. Wrongly of course.
"So the war brings you here? The war brought me here."
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 11:17:46 GMT -5
"Second..? Oh." Rithaleya looked into her drink, shrugged, and took another bite of her sandwich, answering Fyrra after she'd finished chewing, again. "You could say that." She knew better than to explain in detail. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but she knew the army she'd arrived with was unwelcome. "Are you looking to make a profit, or is there someone you want to fight?"
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 25, 2017 12:22:40 GMT -5
"Ah, no. I'm here because between me and my home lies people that want to murder me because I have pointed ears, and because my skin is naturally grey. I suspect if they saw you they'd want to do the same."
Fyrra looked a tad perplexed for a second. She had thought the person next to her would know the racist and extermination policies that the SKC had put forth. The Alliance were the only people willing to put themselves in harms way to put an end to the hate.
"Siding with anyone else is madness and suicidal. I'm not much of a fighter, I do what I can though."
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on May 25, 2017 18:20:35 GMT -5
Jorkahn arrived in Innorsford some time ahead of his Duke. The town looked a lot better than the last time he was here. More people, more infrastructure, purpose. The half-breed had been given some purpose lately as well, he was feeling much better than he was at the party in Ne'Ranmba Rul. He had lost one family and perhaps gained another. Though his heart was still heavy and his anger burning, the young man retracted into himself less and less every day. He found his psychotic episodes becoming bearable and controllable. But that wasn't why he was here. Why was he here again?
Jorkahn sighed and shook his head. Tyr had told him before they left why going to Innorsford was important. Something about connections? Shopping? He couldn't remember at the moment. The good Duke would likely remind him when they met up again. For now, he was helping some citizens with some sort of problem. Ever the altruist. Jorkahn's expertise did not extend to what the citizens needed, so the Ritgr decided to go on without him. Tyr would catch up eventually.
The young man pushed his way through the door of the Tipsy Darkling. He was adorned in a wide assortment of heavy plate armor and several different weapons. He was a walking arsenal of death-dealing devices. His weapons were finely crafted and well made, lined with silver inlays and sporting a bluish sheen indicating the hydrillium they were made with. His armor had the same blue sheen and also looked newly made and sturdily built.
His heterochromatic eyes scanned the inn. It was packed, as was to be suspected on a hot day like today. There were so many people he almost overlooked the Kalimbra. A smile adorned his face and the Champion of Jewels pushed his way through the crowd.
"Kalimbra! I'm glad to see you are alright!" Jorkahn made certain not to touch Fyrra. If she turned to look at him he would have a warm smile and a look of concern on his face. "I haven't seen you since Julgrava declared war on everybody. After what happened to Countess Allenmorde's properties I feared the worst in regards to your safety." He paused for a moment and looked around only just noticing the half-elkagr she was talking to. A look of surprise adorned his face and he extended his hand towards Rithaleya in greeting.
"My most sincere apologies for my rudeness, I did not realize you were talking. My name is Jorkkahn Wealddir. It's not often I meet another with Elkagr blood. Pleasure to meet you." He had become better at talking to people but was still a little bit awkward.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2017 1:06:52 GMT -5
"Eh... right. That's unfortunate." Rithaleya found it hard to relate, and not only because her home was in quite the opposite direction from the SKC forces. "Going home seems like such a bother, anyway. Wouldn't you rather stay as far away from family as possible?" Now, she wasn't sure her conversation partner could relate. But that didn't matter.
She shrugged when Jorkkahn addressed her, without turning to look. Though, even just by the sound of him, there was something that made her deeply uncomfortable. She responded by saying over a dozen words in Elkagr, in a nearly monotonous voice, apparently without realizing that neither Jorkahn nor Fyrra could understand a word of it.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 26, 2017 9:41:32 GMT -5
"Ah, Jorkahn! This is... well I haven't caught her name yet. I suppose I am at fault for that. I am Kalimbra Fyrra Na'Limndra. This is Jorkahn Wealddir."
Fyrra had listened to what the other woman had said and she had to think about a proper answer to the statement. Then Jorkahn arrived and the conversation had been altered. She considered returning to the conversation at hand, and chose to do so in the interest of politeness.
"I do enjoy the presence of my parents, though I think I miss Korasus more. The safety and security. I take it you do don't like your family. We can change subjects onto something more pleasant, away from talk about the destruction and evil happening in Sorath and elsewhere. Why are you here, Champion of Jewels? Joining the Alliance?"
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2017 12:56:08 GMT -5
"Rithaleya Kalladysvariamyn," Rith responded, saying it quickly and flatly enough to make it sound like some common phrase. Hearing Jorkahn's name, she looked him up and down over her shoulder. "'Champion of Jewels'? I suppose it fits..."
Though she was even less interested in talking about politics than about her family, she wasn't bothered about listening. She was still reluctant to speak to the Ritgr behind her, though, especially when she still had a salamander sandwich to eat, as an alternative. She turned back and kept chewing.
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on May 27, 2017 17:49:12 GMT -5
The half-Elkagr before him seemed rather rude, and it made the Ritgr uncomfortable in turn. He frowned when she ignored him and frowned even more at the mention of family. "Yes, please. Let's turn the conversation away from family if we can." It brought terrible memories to the forefront of his mind, memories that he found put him in terribly dark moods. When Rithaleya spoke in Elkagr the other Half-breed stared at her blankly, blinking in confusion. "I did not hear much of the Elkagr language growing up, so, unfortunately, I do not speak a word of it."
Fyrra put a bit more of a smile on the warrior's face. At least she acknowledged him in more than a shrug. They were introduced and when the woman turned around Jorkahn would bow slightly in greeting. Perhaps she would see it before turning back around to her sandwich. He had the feeling she misunderstood what his championship pertained, but he felt it may be pretentious to correct her assumptions. Jorkahn decided to turn towards the Kalimbra instead.
"I am already a part of the alliance, I suppose. Did some work with the Skaldi a few weeks back." The Champion looked around the room a bit before leaning in and whispering the next line. He didn't want any SKC sympathisers to hear what he had to say next. "I am actually here with Duke Mardok. He had important business in Innorsford and I thought I'd tag along. I don't remember exactly what he had to do anyway. He's doing what he does best. In other words, he was stopped by some citizens in need, and if you know Tyr you'd know he just has to help." Jorkahn chuckled quietly and then returned to his normal speaking voice.
"Speaking of missing persons, I don't see Merrake. Where is she and how is she doing?"
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 27, 2017 18:34:28 GMT -5
"She's handling an issue of paperwork for us at the moment. Mailings. To be specific. Nevertheless, all this alliance business is interesting in many ways. I just wish there wasn't any violence to go along with it. I much prefer it when things are at peace."
The Kalimbra worked on her sandwich for a moment and then continued to speak. Merrake would be along shortly, so she wanted to speak without any sort of hindrance as to what her companion might say.
"Duke Mardok being around here? Sounds dangerous. Is he sure he won't be branded a traitor for it?"
The Duke Mardok was likely already in trouble for hanging around Ne'Ranmba Rul and Allyria, who was a known enemy of the state. Being seen in Innorsford by SKC spies would definitely mark him as a traitor to any loyalists. If Palejaw didn't already think of him as a traitor that is. Fyrra was unsure of how to proceed with the conversation beyond this point. As such, she'd return to her meal for a moment.
Merrake returned to the the Tipsy Darkling at that moment, and joined the group.
"It's hot as blazes out there. At least it's a dry heat though. We have a whole other month of this crap to deal with though. Good day, Jorkahn. Good day, Kalimbra. Good day, stranger."
Merrake had said hello to everyone in kind. She had grabbed the Kalimbra's water and chugged it. Fyrra did not mind, another would appear in its place before long anyway.
"This is my bodyguard, Merrake Av'Manait."
"Pleasure."
"Mailings go well?"
"Indeed. Postage paid. The messenger is off."
"Fantastic."
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