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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 22, 2015 21:45:44 GMT -5
Junipos 15th, 200ATD
Mid-Evening
Allyria decided that going to the Serpent's Head Inn after the matches of the first day of the tournament as Scarlet was a better idea than going there as Allyria. Though she'd draw more attention to herself as Scarlet, it was a lot easier for her to keep things straight in her head as such. She wouldn't have to lie to anyone, as she was terrible at lying, and would blow her cover as Scarlet. That was not a thing she wanted to do. If anyone came to talk with her about her match, or if she talked to anyone about their match, it would be easier for her to participate as a participant, rather than a spectator.
The winner's circle was a special place to be. She desperately wanted to speak with her next opponent: Jorkahn.
Mainly because she was going to be fighting the lad. Secondly because he was a good fighter and she was sure he'd make a good ally in the future. She wasn't so crass as to name him enemy because of a silly tournament, nor was she so low as to mark him as a tool to be used. She wasn't raised that way.
So Scarlet took a table at the already overly packed and famous inn with the crowd. She didn't know the people at her table, it was kind of just the open seat. Allyria would have pissed herself with anxiety, especially since some jackass had his legs spread open like some back alley prostitute. But as Scarlet... well.
"Fuck, will you close your legs? I'm trying to sit down here."
A barmaid came over. It was... Zara. Selbrian girl. Overly tan. She looked sweet but was clearly fed up with all the ass grabbing going on around here.
"What do you want?"
"A Chowder Chow Down. Rhotbrot and the Alpine ale. Oh, and a long term stay if you have the space."
"Yeah. I follow. We got rooms."
"Luxury?"
"And how."
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
"Anything for a winner."
Scarlet smiled a bit, but the mask over her face kind of made that hard to see. But she was smiling, and the barmaid noticed and smiled back. See, if you smile genuinely your eyes do a thing that's noticeable. In minutes she brought over the meal and set it down in front of her.
It was time to go to work. Here work is a synonym for eating food. Which she needed to make sure her face was at least different. For that she chose a darker shade of skin. Better to look all Drokagr. A subtle glamour would do the trick:
Glamours I, Thaumaturgy II, Power, Easy, Threshold: 70
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Well that didn't work. The only thing that happened was that she gained what appeared to be a beauty mark near her mouth. That would have to do. An incredible failure. Intend to make your whole face darkly toned, come out with the same face color and a beauty mark.
It was good enough for her. At least the hood and the fact that her eyes were the only thing visible most of the time would hide her well enough. Plausible deniability. That was the key right?
You must mean that other grey skinned girl.
She worked her meal over, and finished her drink, then ordered another one to enjoy.
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Post by Tyr on Apr 23, 2015 8:14:18 GMT -5
Tyr walked into the Serpent's Head Inn and marveled at the splendor of it. It held a crowd that would pack any normal building, and yet still had room for more in the main bar alone. He could only wonder what the back areas were like, tales of the Reptile's Lounge and Sneaky Snake had spread far and wide. The Duke was currently more interested in the bar though, he'd barely eaten anything all day. Having rarely traveled to Sorath his time had been spent wandering, learning the layout of the city and its contents. He'd have to visit the stables again before he let the city, getting a few usable horses for the Duchy was a must. One for general riding, a few for a supply cart, and maybe a few for breeding if he could get someone that knew how to properly do that.
But in the mean time, food.
The Duke took a nearby open seat and waited for someone to come over and take an order. He expected it to take a while, what with the place being full of patrons, and was pleasantly surprised when barely half a minute later there was a lovely woman patiently standing in front of him. He'd actually been so caught in looking around that he missed her first comment.
"My apologies, what was that?"
"I asked what you wanted." Well fuck this was one of the barmaids and now he was the unattentive asshat at the inn.
"Ahh my apologies. I'll have your dinner meal please, vaenbrot bread and water. Also a side of Vandacor Tea."
"Of course mister..." She already knew she hadn't seen him before. Attentive.
"Tyr." At the mere mention of his name the girl perked up, inclined her head slightly, and hurried away. Did she already know who he was? There probably weren't too many people named Tyr and he had signed up for the tournament. Maybe, who knows. Perhaps she was just being cautious in case he happened to be 'that' Tyr. The food came out quickly, hot and fresh, and Tyr tucked in with a vigor to him. The bread went well dipped into the chowder, and the tea was wonderful. He would have to get his cooks back home to make a similar meal for him sometime.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 26, 2015 16:45:21 GMT -5
Allyria was certainly enjoying her beverages. She was two drinks deep and was already drunk. But the need for more celebration was at hand. After all, she had just arrived only a little while ago, and the night was young. She also didn't need to fight tomorrow. She could just go to the tournament and watch.
The tavern was overly crowded, but she picked up on someone nearby giving the name 'Tyr'. In her drunken haze she stumbled out of her chair and over to where he was sitting, almost slamming into the table before gently sliding into her chair. She was not subtle about any of it, despite her efforts. In a forced loud whisper she started talking to him with her slightly otherworldly voice.
"You're Tyr Mardok aren't you? Aren't you a Duke?"
Whelp.
Ya done fucked up Scarlet.
Cat's out of the bag now.
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Post by Tyr on Apr 27, 2015 18:45:22 GMT -5
Tyr was silently enjoying his tea with the rest of the vaenbrot loaf when someone started making a rather large amount of noise around him. The mask tipped him off as one of the fighters from earlier that day, one of the victors if he recalled correctly. Her stumbling was somewhat comical, up until it nearly drove her into his table. Etiquette brought him to his feet for a moment, nearly stepping in to assist as the lady managed her way into a chair without his aid.
"Correct on both counts. And you're the champion of our second bout today. Scarlet was it?" The first two fights of the day had been interesting counterpoints to each other. Jorkahn hadn't seemed away of the reality of his fight, and ended it with a violent display. Scarlet on the other hand seemed all to away of the dangers and had managed relatively little bloodshed. It wasn't that she didn't have the opportunity. Perhaps she had chosen not to?
"You seem to be in good spirits this evening." Damn but it was good tea he was sipping between comments.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2015 20:22:48 GMT -5
Guinevere was distressed about the further potential of her social life. To say it had been awkward was putting it lightly. The people that would usually speak to her were afraid to, and those brave enough to speak with her were just fishing. That if her babysitters did not shoo them away, Guinevere's poignant attitude did it for her. Saying she was annoyed also was putting it lightly. Feeling this starved for basic human interaction (other than Mister Surly) was grinding. After the prodding and goading just to get herself out of Viktoria this trip was turning out to be lame. That was also terming it lightly. Some friends.The Lady poked at the steamed vegetables with little interest. The red head was not much of an eater. Probably to lack of anything sweet in her life. Or anything that really tasted good, these vegetables were the only thing she would eat from the menu. Her parents would be so pleased for their little girl to be still obeying their whims, even after they had passed on. A cup of Elven Green Tea sat by her other arm. That arm was dangerously close to sliding further down the table in her moping. Maybe her parents would not be so proud in the end. Guinevere needed to maintain better posture. Adrian just sat by silently, Tom was also a lot quieter than usual. He felt useless next to this tank of a man. He felt even more foolish for thinking about speaking, or thinking really. It was a male competition thing. Tom was content digging into his stew, a sandwich a few bites removed sat behind that bowl of soup. Adrian ate whatever, she wasn't really paying attention to the man. Guinevere was wallowing in pity. Bravely considering wine, her parents had that once in a long while. She had but a sip and found it very bitter. SoOOOOOoooo bored. I hope they are happy. Meaning those around the building, and also around the Tavern. I wish I was at the Inn in Fordeth.
As an answer from the heavens, something more interesting had piqued her interest. Some noises and shuffling from the table that had a round winner harassing another noble.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 28, 2015 19:42:09 GMT -5
-"Ha... right you are, My Lord."-
Ha ha... I don't think I said that in Cruic...
Go Home Scarlet, You're Drunk.
-"Aren't you fighting in the tournament?"-
Allyria sat back in the chair. Then her foot found a cross support under the table, or maybe it was Tyr's leg, who knows, and she started pushing on it so her chair would lean backwards. Comfort was a thing she desired to possess, and then there was the daring to push the chair back. Momentarily she bumped it backwards against the person behind her. A mental whoops happened and she leaned forward suddenly, slamming the front two legs of the chair back on the floor, and nearly slamming her head into the table.
-"I enjoyyy victory partiesh... partiesh... partiesh... why doeshn't that word shound the way it should? Partiesh...?"-
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on May 15, 2015 23:29:58 GMT -5
Jorkahn walked into the Serpent's Head Inn. His cloak was pulled tight around his body and his hood obscured his face like it always did. Stepping away from the door to let other patrons in and out without trouble, the boy took a moment to look around. He recognized Tyr, but no one else. It seemed like a dangerously intoxicated Drokagr was speaking to him. The young warrior decided not to interrupt for now. Simply being in this crowded building was difficult for him; the physical injuries and mental trauma not withstanding. He was way out of his comfort zone, and he had already talked to one stranger tonight. He wasn't sure if he could handle another.
Speaking of which, the boy turned to wait for Ulric, if the man was still following. While he waited Jorkahn finally realized just how exhausted he was. The fighting, the emotions, and just the day in general he had had. He thought for sure that even the people who lived this life every day would be exhausted.
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Post by Tyr on May 25, 2015 21:59:51 GMT -5
The Duke tilted his head at the unfamiliar language. It seemed likely that it was Drokagr, what with the woman's stone-colored skin and accent. The mask she wore covered her teeth, so he couldn't quite tell if she had the canines to match some of the Drokagr people, but that would only be the icing on the racial cake. Tyr gave a faint smile in response to the second line, not really knowing how to respond.
"I have no idea what you're saying."
Then came the push. He felt the boots on his legs and braced, instinctively thinking that he could resist almost anyone but a Skaldi. That was commonly the case at least, his smithing background tended to make him stronger than most everyone around him. It came as somewhat of a surprise when he was nearly shoved back by an equally strong counterpart. He eyed Scarlet in a bit of a different light after that. She'd already won her own match, proof enough of her skill with a weapon, and now here she was displaying exceptional strength. Now he just needed to talk to her when she wasn't quite so...drunk.
The Duke raised a hand for service and there was immediately someone at his side.
"Could you please get some dragonfruit juice for my acquaintance here? I'd appreciate it if her cup stayed full of it. Thank you." In thanks he briefly took the waitress' hand with a smile and shook it, a Ritz being placed in her palm at the same time. Sometimes making things better took a little bit of sneakiness. Money helped too.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2015 18:23:57 GMT -5
Guinevere was about to explode from the sheer amount of boredom that was pressing against her skull. With a few words Adrian had let her leave the table to get a bottle of wine. He watched her with a curious eye. Wondering what was bringing this on, or if the noble knew what she was getting herself into. But she would likely be fine, Tom decided to just do whatever Adrian did. Which was sit by and watch quietly. She bent easily and quickly through the crowd of people. It was a little easier for her than most, as whispers of traitor followed her passed the grounds of the Tournament. There were a few kinder words of 'prisoner'. Which was just slightly better than traitor. Even if everyone in the bar didn't immediately know who she was, everyone who knew her spread the world quickly. But who could judge, because of the lives she saved? Guinevere spent the next few minutes annoying the bartender about the choice of wines. It was hard for a new comer to wine to understand the tastes, and the terms when it came to wine. The bartender only managed to seem slightly annoyed with the questioning, after all it was a wealthy guest. Wise not to be rude to her. Guinevere even after some debate, settled on the Maltal Red. A whole bottle of it. Why? She felt adventurous, a feeling that prompted her into sliding behind the chair Scarlett was occupying. Bottle in hand.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on May 27, 2015 19:07:44 GMT -5
Oooooooh, juice!
A cup of dragonfruit juice was placed in front of her and she downed it quickly. It was as tasty as she thought it would be. A delicious cup of dragonfruit juice fortified the body properly. She desperately needed fortifying, considering how two beers had put her under. Still, she was pretty drunk.
-"Hey.. have you ever fought in a tournament before? And who'sh that guy?"-
Allyria started talking again after the juice. First to Tyr, and then noticing the new young guy who had walked in. He looked familiar to her. Slowly it dawned on her. That was Jorkahn! The guy that she would be fighting in a few days, and had been hoping to see and talk to!
She tried to get up out of her chair to go and talk to him.
-"I'll be right back. Hey, can I get another one of these lagersh?"-
And promptly stumbled to the floor.
Timber...
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Jun 23, 2015 1:31:43 GMT -5
Jorkahn was scanning the room as he waited for Ulric to enter the tavern. He had thought the younger lad to be right behind him, but maybe he had outrun him in his rather emotional state. His eyes kept glancing back over Tyr and his companion before they stopped to rest on the masked Drokagr woman. Was, was she staring at him?
The boy's anxiety took a further hold on his mind. Did she know him? Had he slighted her in some way? Was she hostile? Violent? Hell, even the thought of what he would do if she suddenly threw herself on him for no apparent reason crossed his mind. The half breed was already a mess, her staring didn't help. The boy gave a slight start when the woman suddenly jumped up and stumbled into the floor towards his direction. This is why I don't drink, the lad thought to himself.
He couldn't just leave her there. But what if she reacted poorly to him approaching? The young half elf looked over to Tyr, then back over his shoulder towards the door. He had already made friends and even pleasant acquaintances stepping outside his comfort zone, and besides, maybe the woman's drunken tomfoolery and Tyr's company will keep his mind off of the fact that he ruined somebody's life.
He made his way over to the fallen Scarlet and, after fiddling his thumbs for a while, meekly offered his hand to help her up. "Uh-Uhm... E-excuse me m-mam?" He wasn't entirely sure if she was a woman, "A-are you okay?" His heart was racing, he immediately regretted opening his mouth. The boy's face was hidden by the hood of his cloak but if one looked underneath they could see some of a dirty, bruised face. His hands were also cut and dirty, covered in bandages from cutting himself earlier.
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Post by Tyr on Jul 8, 2015 18:31:49 GMT -5
Having not a clue what the lady was saying Tyr just smiled and waited for some words in a language he DID know. With the rate at which he was trying to interact with those of the non-fully-human persuasion he might want to spend more time learning their individual languages. It would give him a better handle on things when people slipped into a...less understandable tongue. Then again, right now he could imagine someone so intoxicated might have a bit of a challenge speaking cruic easily too.
It all went a bit downhill when Scarlet stood up. Not that Tyr could really stop her, holding someone back wasn't a normal thing for him. A hand went under his chin, and a glitter came to his eye. Scarlet seemed to want to talk to Jorkahn, which let the Duke sit back and relax. It would be good for the lad to deal with some other people, he seemed a bit shut in. Besides this promised to be interesting no matter what. Maybe it wasn't the most dignified of things, but Tyr was enjoying watching this whole thing happen.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 17:52:27 GMT -5
Guinevere knew that it was tempting fate walking behind the chair of someone that was already drunk. Fate must of decided to answer as the chair slid out, and tried gutting her with the back support. Just to add insult to injury the tournament winner had also stumbled forward. It wasn't so much that Scarlet had tripped, but the backlash from the chair. Though much unnoticed, or so she was assuming to the other she landed but more elegantly on the flour. Her tosh giving her a softer landing, the bottle of wine was still cradled in her arms. Thankfully. But Tom had at least noticed the Lady was missing, when he figure was no longer able to be seen. " Lady Lyethe!" He cried out. Actually managing to be the first one to alert Adrian to any sort of trouble. Whilst she was on the floor, the Lady took a sniff of the open bottle. It wasn't the best smell. How did people drink this stuff?
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jul 19, 2015 15:54:40 GMT -5
-"How did I get on the floor?"-
She wondered aloud as she pushed herself up. Then she noticed the hand. The hand that was offered for her to get up. Then there was a second hand. Just like the first one. It was merging and unmerging with the other hand. Like they were... doubles? It was making her nauseous. She missed one, and then grabbed the other, which helped her up.
-"No... no I'm ok. Just someone put me to the floor kind of quickly. Maybe... maybe the chair attacked me?"-
Scarlet looked at the chair accusingly. Like it would confess to its crimes.
-"Why is she on the floor?"-
Then, recognizing the face in front of her.
-"Aren't you Jorkahn? We're going to fight in two days."-
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Jul 27, 2015 23:38:18 GMT -5
She was drunk. Oh was she so very drunk. She was falling over herself and the furniture around her. It would be comical, if it were a thing that Jorkahn found funny. He didn't drink much. He hadn't seen very many people drink much either, not being around people very often for most of his life. But that wasn't important. What was important was the Drokagr woman shouting what very well could be, to him at least, obscenities in a language he didn't recognize. He assumed it was Drokagr, because well, just look at her.
She missed his hand the first time and then grabbed it the second time. All the while speaking another language that, even if he understood, would probably be too slurred to comprehend. He pulled her up, which offering his hand was already awfully out of character for him, and stood dumbfounded, his mouth open. 'Uhm's and 'Ah's stammered forth from his mouth. The boy looked between Scarlet and Tyr, his face practically begging for help. She then gave her chair the dirtiest look he could ever see, if he could see it. Her expressions were lost to him behind the mask.
It was time to respond in his typical fashion, "I-I-I...I'm sorry?!" The young warrior's voice had cracked at the end there and he cleared his throat in embarrassment. I...I C-can't understand you, m-mam." He was starting to sweat. What was barely visible of his face was turning redder by the moment.
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