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Post by Thrawn Demer on Jun 5, 2016 16:27:38 GMT -5
The journey from Darthak to Soreth was exhausting, but he did not really feel it until he sat down at the Inn. Thrawn had been traveling for almost two weeks, often sleeping on the ground and relying on rations he packed for the journey. He got lucky a few times with the occasional cheap inn or farmer that let him sleep in the stable, picking straws of hay out his hair was a cheap price to pay for not having to sleep on the floor.
The one thing Thrawn had no answer for was the blasted heat, his journal was filled with complaints about it, often cursing that big burning ball in the sky and whoever created it. Still Thrawn pressed on, knowing that the best place to start his investigation was in Soreth. The city has seen so much, so much blood had been spilled in these lands that there had to be plenty of stories to collect.
But when he arrived at the city the last thing he wanted to do was find stories, he wanted to eat to unwind. So he tracked down the famous Inn and found the biggest most comfiest couch and nearly collapsed into it. He tossed his bag to his side and took a moment to let his body relax. Thrawn was starving, thirsty and really needed a warm bath but at that moment all he cared about was how good those cushions felt.
After a few more moment Thrawn could not ignore his hunger, quickly scanning the menu and counting his gold he ordered himself a the River Serpent Chowder with the Rhotbrot bread and a Darthak Dark Stout. As he waited for his meal Thrawn took out his journal, wrote the date and "I have made it."
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jun 5, 2016 17:32:39 GMT -5
"Hello there, you're certainly new in town."
A blue-skinned woman sat down at the table Thrawn was sitting at. She had a smile on her face, and was resting her head in both her hands by the time she was fully in her chair. She was wearing pink silk clothing suited for the weather, consisting of two pieces. Various jewelry adorned her ears, neck, and wrists.
"I say that because I've been here for the better part of a month. Where are you from?"
Another woman sat down then. This one was gray. She looked slightly displeased by her charge, though she seemed to be resigned to her fate. Fyrrah was a friendly sort, and Merrake was sworn to protect her. THat didn't mean she had to like the Kalimbra's behavior.
Humanitarian Initiative
-When purchasing goods for others that can be used to restore HP, or resurrects fallen characters she enjoys a 20% discount.
-Taverns/Inns pay her a premium for staying there due to her fame. (1d100 determines how much)
-Passive
-MP Cost: 12 per turn.
*Negotiator I, Broker I, Tradition I, Relationships I*
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MP: 158/173 -15
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Jun 5, 2016 17:53:10 GMT -5
The sudden appearance of the Half-Drokagr and her companion caught Thrawn a little off guard. He took a moment to look back and forth between them, his eyes pausing slightly at the jewelry that the blue-skinned woman wore, before clearing his throat and speaking.
"Yes, I just got in from Darthak," he said politely.
Thrawn realized that he still had his journal out and proceeded to tuck it away back in his belt pocket. He turned his eyes back to the gray woman noticing her displeasure and the way she held herself before turning back to the woman who addressed him.
"A month then? Would you mind sharing a few tips about the city? I haven't been anywhere quite this, busy," he said with a smile this time.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jun 5, 2016 18:30:36 GMT -5
"I wouldn't mind at all. This is one of the better taverns in the city. The other one is Ne'Ranmba Rul, though you'll need an invitation to get into it. It's membership only, I believe is the phrase. There's also a public bath and a public forge. I suggest making good use of the former. It's usually empty in the early morning. The ring market is a good place to go shopping. You can get a horse at Harstan's stables if you're inclined to travel by beast. A&F Ventures has a location here as well, I know the proprietor, she's one of those... do everything kind of people. Anything specific you were wondering?"
Fyrrah had gone on at length. She realized this and allowed the man to both process and speak in turn. She didn't know what kind of person he was, but he seemed nice enough from the first impression. She waved over one of the bar girls and asked for a mug of tea. She did not feel like drinking just now. Nor did she feel like eating. The atmosphere of the tavern that day was quite welcoming. There were a good number of people there at that time.
Merakke continued to scan the room, looking for threats. She found none of course.
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Jun 7, 2016 6:20:42 GMT -5
Thrawn tried to keep up with what the woman was saying, but it didn't take long for him to take out his notebook and start writing down notes about the city. He quickly caught up to what the Half-Drokagr lady was saying and eve had time to underline "BATHS" as he wrote and put a question mark after A and F Ventures.
"What kind of services do A and F Ventures provide?" He asked when she stopped to give him a chance to speak.
Thrawn glanced back at the bar looking for any signs of his food, as his stomach gently reminded him how hungry he was and all the smells of the tavern only served to amplify that feeling.
"I'm also interested in history," he said turning back to the woman "any landmark or historical structure that maybe related to Cruinthe's past."
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jun 7, 2016 16:58:15 GMT -5
"Here in Sorath? Their proprietress owns Ne'Ranmba Rul. They also have a financial services office here. In Morith they have general trade goods, custom made goods."
"They do good work."
Merrake muttered after her charge spoke. She was a quiet sort, that much was obvious. After a few more moments one of the bar girls brought back both of their orders. Fyrrah let her tea sit for a moment to allow it to cool. Steam rose from the porcelain cup gently. The aroma of the brew wafted into her nostrils. She sighed, already feeling relaxed. The stress of being in a foreign city had started to take the toll on her. She had believed it wouldn't belong before the Drokagr Initiative returned to take her home to Korasus.
So far they had not done so, she worried about them.
Fyrrah picked up the cup and sipped. Then placed it back on its saucer without a sound.
"What is Darthak like?"
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Jun 7, 2016 18:20:15 GMT -5
The financial services interested Thrawn, he had very little in the way of Ritz and it would not hurt to look into ways of changing that. Thrawn noticed that she did not answer his question about history, however he did not have time to ask again because he was caught off guard by two things, firstly that the other woman spoke and that more importantly that his food had arrived.
Forsaking all civilized manner, Thrawn simply tossed his journal on the table and began to dig in. He did not wolf down the whole thing in one go, but it took strenuous amount of effort not to do just that. He only paused to take a long drink of the stout.
Thrawn stopped himself from returning to his meal when he realized that the woman had asked him about his homeland. Feeling foolish he paused, wiped his mouth with a napkin and took a moment from eating to speak.
"Sorry, it's been a while since I had a good meal," he said after composing himself. "Darthak is cold and harsh, it's the sort of place that breeds survivors and warriors."
"There's never a lack of action, everyone there is itching for a fight though from the stories that I've heard it used to be an even more savage place, with the tribes constantly at war with each other, however there's a strong sense of unity among them now, a bond that was forged out of shared hardships and a code of honor."
After speaking Thrawn took a sip of his stout, it was good but nothing like the stuff back home.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jun 8, 2016 16:04:16 GMT -5
"It sounds like you love the Darthaks. Why did you leave?"
She was legitimately curious. The way he spoke about it wasn't in boring words like 'it is cold' or 'it is a violent place'. He characterized it by the people. The weather was the weather. She expected it to be cold and harsh. A smile opened up on her face. It was pleasant. How would she talk about Korasus if asked? She liked to think that she would speak of her own people with the same love.
Fyrrah continued to sip her tea. This barbarian from the north was strange and interesting at the same time. Merrake wasn't doing much of anything at the moment. It was merely a conversation. The warrior continued to stare at the barbarian as he ate. She wondered how he could consume it so fast.
The journal was on the table. Fyrrah looked at it, curious as to what it's contents were. Only curious, and not in the malicious sense of pouring through someone's journal. She just wanted to know what he had been through.
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Jun 9, 2016 8:04:31 GMT -5
Taking a break from eating, Thrawn sat back and sipped more of his drink. Now that was an interesting question, he took a moment, had another sip and spoke.
"We lost much of our history and heritage, all we have left is stories, stories that have been altered by the passage of time," his left hand drifted to the journal subconsciously. "I aim to find whatever's left of that history, even if it was all burned there must be some remnant," he paused took a drink and smiled, "if not then this will make for an interesting story."
Thrawn realized that he doesn't know much about the woman, he was so caught up in telling his story he forgot to ask about hers.
"You said you were here for nearly a month, where are you originally from?" he asked before getting back to his food, savoring whatever was left of it.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jun 9, 2016 9:42:16 GMT -5
"We're both from Telle'Korasus. I guess we could have been from one of the other colonies or one of the cities. Or the capital. I was born in Telle'Korasus though. It's a lovely city. The silver spires... the people. I love it. I miss it. I'd like to go home."
Fyrrah immediately felt depressed. She had felt trapped here in this city. It had been very good to her though. She had a place to stay. She had been given charity when the reason she had been there in the first place was for charity. It was humbling to both give and receive good nature from people.
She sipped her tea.
Merrake nodded in agreement. They both wanted to go home. She saw danger around every corner in this city.
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Jun 9, 2016 16:58:33 GMT -5
The answer seemed odd to Thrawn; it wasn't so much what she said but the way she said it. Like she was recalling a fading memory. Thrawn sensed that she really did miss her home.
"What's stopping you from going back? if you don't mind me asking," he was no longer interested in the food, there was a story here, he could feel it.
He looked from the woman, to her body guard and back to the woman. At first he thought she might have been a merchant which is why she needed protection, but things may be a little more complicated than he thought. Thrawn did not make a move to pick up his journal yet but he would pay very close attention to what she would have to say.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jun 13, 2016 19:37:47 GMT -5
"I simply don't have the means. I would return home if I could. The road is blocked by a toll I can't pay. It isn't safe to travel over the wilds with just the two of us. Korasus is far. Plenty of people will want to do something terrible to us just for being us."
It upset Fyrra. She did not like violence in the least. The run in with the bandits was a horrifying experience for her. She flashed back to the moment. To the moment Merrake managed to kill them both for trying to do a number of terrible things to them both. It was awful. The Kalimbra shook from the memory. Merrake nodded her head. She had an idea of what was going on in her charge's head. Fyrra did not want to remember it anymore.
"I don't think I'll ever understand it."
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Jun 14, 2016 18:08:23 GMT -5
This disheartened the barbarian; even in the so called civilized parts of the world there are those who seek to harm and others for no understandable reason. It just did not make sense to him.
"I don't think we ever will," Thrawn said somberly, "for some reason conflict and struggle play pivotal roles in our lives and society."
Thrawn slumped back into his chair and took a long pull of his drink, he was no pacifist, but Thrawn held to a code that no harm should come to those who are innocent. It was clear that she had been a victim to such harm.
"I...I apologize for those of my race who have tried to harm you," Thrawn looked to the fighter among them, "they deserved what they got."
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jun 14, 2016 18:32:53 GMT -5
"Let us change the subject. What is your name? I'm Kalimbra Fyrra Na'Limndra. I must say, Kalimbra is my title. To put it simply, it is a position of great reverence. There has been confusion before. Kalimbra is also my occupation. It is a position of great honor. I am a master at my art."
She was legitimately interested. She could easily peg him to be a warrior. That would have made sense. What she knew about Darthak was that it created a hardy race of fighters. She had learned that from him actually. Thinking about it made her realize all she knew about his people was from him. She made a hard effort to not make that be a stereotype. However, on second thought, she believed him to be a good and decent person. Perhaps it would be good to base her perception of the Darthaki people upon him.
No, no. That'd be wrong.
"You are Darthaki? No? Those men were Cruilar. Not Darthaki."
Merrake made a movement with her hands, imitating a spider crawling across a table. Fyrra shot her a dirty look.
"Don't be racist."
"Apologies. Like he said, they deserved what came to them. Like a Cruilar, the arachnid."
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Jun 14, 2016 18:57:23 GMT -5
Thrawn bowed his head slightly in respect, he had heard stories about the Kalimbra, tales of otherworldly beauties but in the tales they were always cold and detached, and those foolish enough to try take one as a mate always met with a grim fate.
"You honor me Kalimbra, I am Thrawn Demer. I seek whatever remains of the knowledge and history that was lost to us ages ago."
He turned his attention back to the other woman and her comment, he found it odd that she labeled him only as a Darthak, not a human.
"They were humans too, although calling them that would be giving them too much credit so maybe you were right," Thrawn imitated the spider crawling movement with a smile."I didn't get your name by the way."
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