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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2017 18:53:43 GMT -5
Rith's eyes went wide as she saw a second half-Drokagr arrive, but she forced away her surprise. At least the 'bodyguard' part made sense. "Yeah, I wonder what the point is of starting a war at this time of year. I hope whoever's idea this was is wearing a hundred pounds of hot metal armour out in the field, right now."
It was quite a crowd. She considered asking for a drink again, and being more clear that she meant something intoxicating. It wasn't a good idea, so it took her a few seconds to decide to do it anyway. "Say, bartender! Have you got something less... watery? Maybe an ale."
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Post by Azuloth on May 27, 2017 19:31:20 GMT -5
"But of course! Except we only have pilsner and stout. Considering the weather, a pilsner, yes? They are both a Cor each."
If that was amenable, the bartender would place a Mallon Pilsner in front of Rithaleya. Once the drink was accepted, he would collect a cor from the patron. The bartender was a nice lad of thirty five named Jessup. He was a member of the family that ran the Tipsy Darkling. In fact, everyone that worked there was a Gayle.
"Anything else I can get anyone?"
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on May 27, 2017 20:42:24 GMT -5
Jorkahn nodded at Fyrra's words. "As morbid as it sounds war gives people like me many job opportunities." And he wasn't even a mercenary. "Though I must admit I prefer fighting monsters to people. Don't feel as bad that way." This statement was only half right. In the heat of the moment against what he considers an evil person the Champion did often feel a rush which he would almost immediately regret."
Jorkahn shrugged at the idea that Tyr may be in danger here in Innorsford. "He is likely more certain than the rest of us. Knowing him, he likely has some kind of elaborate contingency in place." And with that Merrake entered the tavern. Jorkahn turned his head in her direction and nodded when she said hello. "Good day." The warrior found himself laughing at what Rithaleya had said.
"I think most of the country would agree with you, My Lady!" When the bartender came around and asked if anyone else wanted anything Jorkahn raised his hand. "Yes, can I get the Call of the Wolf sandwich? The water will be fine." He was on the job today, so no drinking for him.
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Post by Azuloth on May 28, 2017 12:46:36 GMT -5
"Aye, one wolf coming up."
A few moments later another barmaid would come by and drop off the sandwich and water, then collect the required coin.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 28, 2017 12:52:44 GMT -5
"The leader of the SKC forces is a man called pale jaw I think. Is that one word or two?"
"I think it's two words smashed together to make one word."
"I'm not unfamiliar with the concept of compound words. It's just a strange combination. Does it describe his appearance? I've never seen his face."
Fyrra had grasped onto the idea of the man leading the war and starting the war being bogged down in heavy armor dying of heatstroke.
"A cool drink and bath is all one needs to recover from this heat"
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 13:06:28 GMT -5
Rithelaya nodded to the Gayle bartender, not that she was enough of a connoisseur to have a preference for one beer over another. She turned to watch Fyrra's banter, then contributed, "Eh, it probably something like 'strongjaw'. A pale can also be a barrier or fence, not just a bucket or colourless thing. Though, maybe the name isn't something to brag about, just something he got stuck with, heh?"
She declined to comment on exactly how serious the current marching conditions were, though she glanced sideways, skeptically. Likewise, she didn't raise her objections with being called a 'Lady'. She didn't have much pride in not being one. Instead, she took a swig of her drink after paying, and offered her second water to the others.
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on May 31, 2017 14:04:29 GMT -5
Jorkahn thanked the barmaid and turned back to the table. "In my head, it looks like one word." He took a sip of water not expecting it to taste so refreshing. He proceeded to gulp down quite a bit before returning the mug to the table. "Is that a weird thing to say?" reffering to his last statement.
The young man took a few bites out of his sandwich as his female companions talked. The food and drink here were surprisingly good, the wolf meat seared to perfection. He washed it all down with another drink of water. "He is quite formidable if the stories I've heard are to be believed. It would be fun to face him in combat, but I fear I lack the skills to stand up to him at this point." The Champion shrugged. "So, Lady Kalladysvariamyn, what brings you to Innorsford? If you don't mind me asking, of course." He had missed the part where she may have explained her reasoning for being here to Fyrra earlier. The young man refused the water offered him for now.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 14:20:20 GMT -5
"It just means you're a bookworm," Rithaleya mutters. "Don't call me that, Rithaleya will do." It was difficult for her not to get angry, this time. She took another drink before answering. "I'm here for the hunter's market. It's also the capital, so... you know, all the other reasons anyone bothers to come here, including 'because everyone else does'. I'm guessing that's why you're here."
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on May 31, 2017 17:13:53 GMT -5
"He's likely following Duke Mardok."
"Hmm? Why?"
"Well he just said so a minute ago."
"Ah, right. Please, peace, Rithaleya. He's just excited to meet another of his kind. What with the pogroms Palejaw's men carried out in Sorath and Morith, and likely Fordeth as well, people such as yourself and us are becoming a rarity in this country. It's hard to believe so many humans harbored such hate."
"They are likely following the orders of a madman. Julgrava is a nutball."
"Yes, well. He must be."
A brief pause in the action, as Fyrra took another drink.
"Like as not, there's plenty of things to do around here. The Alliance will need all the help it can get if it is going to win and we're all going to keep our hides. You said you are here for the Hunter's market, Rithaleya. Does that make you a hunter by trade?"
"I'd say so."
"Merrake, don't judge by appearance."
"C."
Fyrra had tried to steer the conversation in a better direction with what diplomatic skills she had. She hoped her charisma would win through and the others would move on to the new topic of helping the alliance in any way they possibly could. Though Fyrra got the distinct feeling Rithaleya wasn't a member of the alliance, and was more or less just someone passing through that wanted nothing to do with any of this war business. Who was she to judge though? She could say what the right thing to do was from her perspective, but it was a personal choice as always.
Merrake had eyed up Rithaleya however, and had measured her as well. One warrior to another. Merrake could tell the other woman was a fighter of some kind, just by the way she carried herself.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 17:36:37 GMT -5
"Humans give and humans get. It doesn't really matter." What other political opinions Rithaleya had, she kept reserved.
When the topic came around to hunting, she answered, "It's more of a hobby, but it did earn my keep, this week." She almost started explaining that she was a scout, most recently, but she was wary of the follow-up questions that would bring on. "Why? There's plenty of hunters here, you don't need one more, do you?"
Rithaleya eyed Merrake warily, in turn. Though she might have been a fighter, seldom had she ever won a fight in her previous company, and even more rarely had she had the chance to savour it. The more she was watched, the more worried she was that someone else--the half-Drokagr, or anyone--was going to pick a fight with her, if not now, then later, when there were fewer witnesses. On the other hand, she'd been through that before, too. She wasn't afraid of losing fights, though she preferred to avoid them.
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on May 31, 2017 19:11:01 GMT -5
Jorkahn frowned at Rithaleya's reaction. "My apologies, Rithaleya. I meant no insult." He was about to answer in turn when Merrake did it for him. Instead of putting up a fuss the warrior shut his mouth and listened to the two Half-Drokagr talk. He was a bit upset, but another bite of his sandwich and the rest of his water to follow it down helped calm his nerves. This other Half-Elkagr was a bit presumptuous and her prickly attitude was beginning to wear on the Ritgr.
"Thank you Kalimbra, you are correct. Judging based on appearance is the entire reason this country is in such dire straits to begin with." The Champion sighed and gingerly rubbed his chin. "The Duke is why I am here, yes. However, we should keep that a secret for now. Though we are in Innorsford, if the Kingdom were to find out somehow it could mean bad things for him and his people."
Jorkahn caught the weary glances between Merrake and Rithaleya. It made him all the more uncomfortable. He turned to the female elf and attempted to break up the tension with a question. "What kind of bows are your favorite? Though I am admittedly unskilled, I prefer longbows. Would you like to see mine? It was just made recently." The half-breed moved to reach under his cloak in order to take out his bow. He would wait until she said yes before he would actually pull it out.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 19:42:36 GMT -5
"Favourite? Self bows, I guess. They're convenient, easy to use and take care of. Easy to replace, too." She shook her head. Ordinarily, she'd be thrilled to provide her expertise, but she wasn't normally asked by a knight in shining amour. She felt he must have mistaken her for someone else. When he offered to show her his own bow, she shrugged, took a long drink to prepare herself for the inevitable wave of envy, then said, "Sure, go ahead."
Carousing vs. 0 6KNU6rUU Failure, of course!
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jun 1, 2017 20:04:55 GMT -5
Fyrra did not have much to contribute on the topic of bows, but she was glad that Jorkahn and the other half elf seemed to be at least conversing on a level that wasn't completely awkward. She could sense there was still some wariness and caution coming from the girl, where Jorkahn seemed to be confident. Fyrra didn't know much about the champion of jewels, but she seemed to remember that Jorkahn had been a nervous sort before. It begged the question, but she didn't want to talk about him in front of him to someone else.
"Merrake, mind if I discuss something personal with you for a second? Excuse us, you two. Just a moment."
"Not at all, Kalimbra. Go ahead."
-"He is acting strange, no? Wasn't he.. how to say... shy before?"-
-"More like dangerously nervous around you. I feared for his safety, as he seemed to be so nervous as to be accident prone. I'm glad he's gotten over it."-
-"Come to think of it. He's been better since... that time."-
-"Ah, you're right. Let's go back."-
-"Sure."- Fyrra and Merrake rejoined the group. "Apologies. I needed to discuss something personal."
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Jun 3, 2017 16:55:22 GMT -5
Jorkahn listened intently to what the other half-elkagr was saying, nodding as she mentioned the benefits of her favorite bows. He would have to keep those details in mind. The warrior had a smile on his face and seemed genuinely interested in what Rithaleya was saying. Weapons and the martial arts were something he was passionate about. Pulling out his bow, Jorkahn began to explain its make. It had a hydrillium base, ebony limbs, and silver inlays that could easily hold a magical enchantment. "The metal base is made out of hydrillium which makes it very durable. The ebony limbs give it an improved snap and a larger punch while the silver inlay was a personal touch from its maker." He left out the fact that he planned to get it enchanted in some way. It was hard to tell what those who may overhear thought about magic.
It seemed while he was rambling on about his bow Fyrra and Merrake had left them to talk about something personal. He hadn't noticed it and looked around for a bit. The Ritgr didn't have to look long as they shortly returned and apologised about leaving. The half-breed nodded and smiled at the two. "No apology necessary, Kalimbra." He turned back to Rithaleya after a moment. "If you need any gear like weapons and armor, or even miscellaneous items, I can refer you to someone. You shouldn't have to worry about money with him. He asks for payment in more practical ways." Jorkahn chuckled quietly under his breath.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 17:21:21 GMT -5
Rithaleya stared at the bow, and her eyes glazed over. Old reflexes caused her to nod a few times, as if she approved of the lord's weapon, though no one had taught her how to use flattery. She responded offhandedly at thee end, "Oh, yeah, mine's made out of wood. Elm, probably."
When Jorkahn offered a supply of equipment, Rith tilted her head, quizzically. "What kind of payment?" Under her breath, she added, "It's not like I don't have money..." though it was clear that by Jorkahn's standards, she might as well have had none. "I don't trade in favours, that tends to end in a bloody mess."
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