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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jun 17, 2016 9:48:47 GMT -5
Heultrios 10th, 200 ATD Remy was stressed out. Very stressed out. Today was the opening of the tavern. He hadn't received any responses from the invitees yet. He hadn't received any letters from the countess via Vekkia and the children, and he wasn't sure if Duke Mardok was going to even show, or if he was going to bring a whole retinue. All Remy had done was follow the instructions left for him. Things were ready for the Kalimbra to arrive, and for the guests to arrive. Parru, and Mirana were busy in the kitchen. Cyril was cleaning glasses at the bar. Nekmia and Thrace were shooting the breeze, readd to greet the first arrival. Baldra was scowling. The children, Lily and Grayson, we're sitting at one of the tables looking depressed. He didn't know what to do with them. He could tell they missed Allyria and Vekkia. The man wasn't sure what to do from here. He had been hoping the countess would have been back by now. Hosting an event like this was beyond him. TyrThrawn DemerJorkahn WealddirFyrra Na'Limndra
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jun 17, 2016 10:51:23 GMT -5
Merrake and Fyrra were arriving just now for a few reasons. One, the Kalimbra had spent the past few days trying to figure out what pose to do and what jewelry to wear, if any. She had only figured it out an hour before she arrived at the location, and had sent Merrake on a wild goose chase through the city for the variety of exotic materials she needed.
Merrake wanted to kill her.
The Kalimbra arrived in her usual dress with her bodyguard right behind her carrying a bag. The bodyguard checked her weapons at the front desk. While Fyrra introduced herself to the receptionist.
"I'm the Kalimbra for tonight's event, Fyrra Na'Limndra. Can you direct me to Remy Marshall? I'm sorry I'm late."
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jun 17, 2016 11:33:00 GMT -5
"Remy, the Kalimbra is here."
"Oh thank you. Send her up please."
Remy silently thanked whatever diety was responsible for that. He needed to show her the room and decorations again, just in case she needed to change something around.
Down in the entryway. The front desk girl smiled and nodded. As the message reached her.
"Remy is upstairs in the main room. I love your work by the way. Your bodyguard can go up too."
Once the Kalimbra enters the main room Remy would go over to her and show her around the room again. Since she had been there last they added an incense tower, a large metal contraption that burned incense and evenly distributed the smoke and smell through the room. When he was done the second tour he began to speak again.
"That's everything. Do you want to eat or drink beforehand or... I'm sorry I don't know how this works. Do we need to chang anything? I apologize, I haven't hward from the countess in a while."
Merrake would be accommodated as well, she would have been shown a seat near the stage.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jun 17, 2016 12:33:44 GMT -5
"Thank you."
The Kalimbra said this to the receptionist before proceeding upstairs. She met Remy there and exchanged greetings of course. When the tour was over she declined the offer for food and drink, and the offer to change anything.
"You'll see how it works soon, Mister Marshall, let the Kalimbra do her work."
Merrake played interference after that.
Fyrra began to make her preparations to take the stage, working some glamour over for her appearance. She changed little, only the length of her hair, and adding broad black stripes to herself, starting with a long black line down her back, with curved stripes originating from there to her belly. From a bag she pulled out a small gold disc and hooked it to a chain and a gold bar. Then another disc was added in the same manner on the opposite end, forming a scale. She filled one side with water and the other with a few gold coins. When she was done she stripped off her clothing and went to the center of the stage with the scales, the coins were heavier than the water.
There on stage she stood on her left leg, leaning forward, arching her back so that her head was level. Her right leg went out staight behind her, with her knee bent slightly and her ankle straight. From her right hand she dangled the scales below her torso. The left arm was out to the left side, providing counter balnce. For a moment she adjusted, then went completely still, as if she were a statue.
Merrake stuffed her clothes in a bag then and went to her seat.
All Dolled Up -Fyrra magically alters the color of her eyes, skin, and hair. -Increases Charisma and Diplomacy thresholds by 10 -Mp Cost: 50
*Glamours I, Thaumaturgy I*
Mp: 123/173
Still as Stone -Fyrra is a practiced Kalimbra, she can freeze entirely, breathing and blinking unnoticibly for hours. -No per post cost while active. -Stamina cost: 20
*Tradition I*
Stm:5/26
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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 Jun 20, 2016 2:36:47 GMT -5
"I shouldn't be here."
Jorkahn had suddenly disappeared from Morith ten days ago, this was the first time he had been seen outside Viktoria since then, having only arrived in Sorath an hour ago. He was walking beside his horse, reins in hand. She was well groomed and looked even healthier than when he bought her. She was a shining example of a mount. The same could not be said about her owner, however. His clothes were dirty, his hair was a mess, and the bandages covering his hands looked like they hadn't been changed in a week. They hadn't.
The boy sighed and rubbed his eyes as he reached the entrance to Allyria's cultural tavern. When he looked up he stopped. The place was quite beautiful. It was the most aesthetically pleasing building he had seen all month. As if that would be difficult all things considered. That didn't change how good the building looked, though. Jorkahn hitched his horse to a post right outside and gave her a quick pat before heading into the establishment.
The Champion walked up to the receptionist when he entered. "I would like a full year of membership. Where can I find a room to change and clean up?" His eyes looked dead, they held very little emotion. He looked tired, dark baggy circles adorning the bottom of his eyes. His voice held a similar lack of emotion, at least he wasn't stuttering. The last thing the lad did was pull out a bag filled with ritz. There were 600 in total.
Paying for a year membership. 600 Ritz.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jun 20, 2016 11:01:46 GMT -5
"Oh, sir. Yes. You can handle that business later! Please, Thrace will lead you to a room where you can change and get cleaned up. You are on the guest list I presume, otherwise you wouldn't be here. Jorkahn yes? Or are you Thrawn? Nevermind, we can get that sorted later. Go with masterson, he will help."
"We got it, Nekmia. I'll take care of the lad."
Masterson was an extremely attractive looking man with a large brimmed hat and a handle basked hilted sword on his belt. He looked like he belonged in some kind of play, not guarding a door. He was the kind of lucky bastard that would get even more attention from women as he got older, aging well and developing that esteemed look. Thrace was generally a nice guy, but he'll stick you in half a second if he needed to. Efficiency was big with him.
"All the way upstairs, any room you want. They're all empty. Do you need clothes or did you bring them for yourself?"
Masterson had some clothing tucked away in one of the rooms. He liked to go to other taverns, pick up a local lady with impressive tales of adventure, and then bring her back to Ne'Ranmba Rul in the dark with a blindfold. So far he has been lucky with little or no drama. So yes, he'd have clothes for the boy to wear. Regardless, he'd lead him up to one of the rooms, anyone he wanted, show him the wash basin, let him get changed then mention that the main room was on the second floor before returning back to the first for duty.
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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 Jun 20, 2016 19:59:54 GMT -5
Jorkahn listened as the woman talked, his gaze directly on hers. She was rather long winded, wasn't she? When she asked a question the boy opened his mouth to respond but closed it just as quickly as she talked over him. It didn't really matter to him, he would wait for her to be done or to direct him. When Nekmia was finally done with her rambling... No, he shouldn't think that way. When she was finished helping him Jorkahn pocketed his gold for later and turned to follow Masterson.
The man didn't look particularly threatening, or like he even knew how to handle himself. Then again, looks could be deceiving. The lad himself was a perfect example. Regardless of that fact, the boy would listen without immediately responding as the handsome man spoke. After a moment of looking around Jorkahn said, "I have my own clothes." He entered the room and was shown the basin. As Masterson was about to leave Jorkahn turned around and asked him a question. "Are weapons allowed on the floor or should I leave mine in the room here?" Regardless of the bouncer's answer the half-breed would respond with a grunt and a nod. He waited for him to leave before finally starting to clean up.
The Champion started with his clothes. It would be best to take those off first, and less painful once the bandages came off. It took him a while to change out of armor, and much less time to strip off the lighter stuff. He stood at the basin stark except for the dirty bandages on his hands. He stared at them for about half a minute before slowly peeling off the dirty things. It was painful and some skin and scab came with them. When they were off the boy put them aside to throw away and looked this time at his bare hands.
They were cut up, gashed, and filthy. Some of the cuts looked infected, one was even leaking a small amount of puss now that the scab had been ripped away. When everything finally healed there would likely be some nasty scars left behind. He thought back to Viktoria and what he had found there. He remembered digging through his burnt down house, accosting a man on the street, crying himself to sleep and the fights he had gotten into gathering information. The sadness, and the hatred, and the anxiety all welled up inside him. The raw emotions threatened to overcome his very being!
Suddenly a loud noise could be heard and the feelings had mostly dissipated. They were now replaced with a sharp, burning sense of pain. The young warrior had punched the wall, nearly put a hole in the thing. His knuckles were bleeding and his hand shook from the pain, he may have broken a bone. This was the reason he hadn't healed the wounds, the pain took his mind off things, it calmed him down. Jorkahn quickly rinsed up, cleaning his hands, running water through his hair, grooming himself. He rebandaged his hands, completely wrapping them in sterile cloth from the tips of the fingers to halfway down the forearm. He no longer looked so dirty, but he still looked emotionless and tired.
The boy threw on some clean clothes and, depending on Masterson's earlier answer, either brought a small hand ax down with him or left it with the rest of his weapons and armor in the room. He closed the door and headed down the stairs.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jun 23, 2016 7:22:57 GMT -5
"Oh, leave your weapons here. I should have taken them at the front desk. Join the others in the main room on the second floor when you are ready."
Masterson would leave Jorkahn alone then. When Jorkahn entered the main room, Remy would approach and greet him, sticking his hand out for a shake, and armed with a smile. He was still visibly stressed otherwise. The Kalimbra was here, that was good. The countess still wasn't, and that was bad. He didn't know if there was a particular protocol regarding the Kalimbra other than 'no touching'.
"Good day, sir. Welcome to Ne'Ranmba'Rul. Please have a seat anywhere you like. Food and drink are available at the bar. From my understanding they won't come to you. Do you have any questions sir...?"
Remy wasn't sure if this man was Jorkahn or if it was another one of the guests. He realized he hadn't asked his name.
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Jun 25, 2016 12:15:49 GMT -5
"Um, Thrawn Demer. I was Invited, is this the right place?" Thrawn asked the receptionist upon his arrival. It was clear by the look on his face that Thrawn was very confused and a bit lost.
The Darthaki had not been in Sorath for long, and he had only met a handful of people so far, and none of them had mentioned anything about an opening. Thrawn did not recognize the name on the invitation, but decided to go anyways, he was still tired of his journey to Sorath and he saw no reason to turn down the invitation.
Thrawn did not bring any of his weapons, he did not think he'd need them. He was dressed modestly, black pants and a brown cloth tunic. They were the cleanest clothes he had, and Thrawn did not think to buy fancier clothes until he arrived.
"I hope I'm not too under-dressed," he told the receptionist.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jun 25, 2016 14:34:44 GMT -5
"Yes, you're in the right place. Welcome to Ne'Ranmba'Rul, Sir Demer. Please go on up to the second floor and find yourself in the main room there. Also, remit any weaponry you have to us here at the front desk, we'll check it for you and hold it here until you're ready to leave. Please, enjoy your stay."
Thrawn would be show up to the main room via the main staircase. The main room was on the second floor. There he'd find Remy and Jorkahn, as well as Merrake and the Kalimbra Fyrra Na'Limndra. The bartender was ready to take orders, and the main room guard was keeping an eye on things as well. The barbarian would be directed to sit anywhere he likes, and to order food and drink at the bar as well. It wasn't Drokagr Custom to bring food to people. Menus were placed and available at all of the tables.
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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 Jun 26, 2016 21:14:49 GMT -5
Jorkahn had come down the stairs dressed in clean if a bit wrinkled clothes. He wore simple black leather pants, and a dark green cloth shirt. It was nothing fancy, but it looked much better than what he came with. Smelled better, too.
Remy came up to the Champion of Jewels then, an arm outstretched and a smile on his face. The boy almost did not take the man's hand, he wasn't in the mood to talk to people. He shouldn't even be here now, especially considering what had happened in Viktoria. Jorkahn took a deep breath and reluctantly clasped Remy's hand in his own, giving it a firm shake. He didn't offer his name or ask the man his. He looked around as the man spoke, getting a good layout of the room. His eyes passed over Fyrra twice before his head snapped back to look at her. She was as still as a statue. He almost didn't recognize her as she had changed her appearance somewhat. The lad wondered why he saw her naked more often than he saw her clothed.
The warrior didn't immediately respond to Remy, he was too busy looking at the Kalimbra for a while. When he noticed the silence he shook his head and looked back at the man. "Is the Countess here?" His only question. As Jorkahn waited for a response he looked around again, this time noticing the Darthaki man from the baths entering the room. He didn't acknowledge the man, not unless their gazes met. He wasn't here to socialize, he was here because he was invited. Well, mostly to forget about Viktoria. But he wanted to pretend he wasn't so weak minded.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jun 27, 2016 13:50:25 GMT -5
Merrake noticed both Jorkahn and Thrawn enter the room. Remy had done the good thing and met with them both. They were allowed to sit anywhere, and told they could order food at the bar. That was all in line with what Merrake was used to herself. You wouldn't have someone bothering you if you didn't want them to, hounding after you, attempting to serve you something you didn't need. That was the Drokagr way. Service was done with a smile, but at a distance.
Thrawn looked like he felt out of place, that was to be expected. From what she had learned of him, everything was new. This would be especially different than what he was used to. Merrake felt a little bit sorry for him. She did notice that he had dressed up for the occasion, that would make the Kalimbra happy.
Jorkahn looked completely different. He wasn't the anxious person that she was used to, something was off. Something must have happened to him. She noticed that thousand yard stare he seemed to have. Like he was looking at you, and through you, and out past the horizon at the same time. Sort of like his mind was lost or like he left it behind somewhere and forgot to get it before he left. Either way, she was slightly worried about him. This was a large departure from what he was like normally.
For both, she had a smile for them.
The Kalimbra noticed both men walking into the room, but she did not move to acknowledge. She did not blink noticeably, or even breath noticeably. It was like she was a statue. Yet she was glad to see them even if she couldn't show it.
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Post by Thrawn Demer on Jun 28, 2016 13:45:55 GMT -5
When he arrived at the main room Thrawn noticed that, thankfully that there were people there that he knew. Though it took him a while to recognize Fyrra due to her changed appearance. The Darthaki smiled back at Merrake, and offered a polite nod towards Jorkahn who seemed to be engaged in a conversation with the man from A and F ventures.
The Darthaki followed his instincts and made his way to the bar. Although to his dismay he had no idea what to order, none of the drinks were familiar to him and he was not hungry enough to get a meal yet. The last thing he wanted to do is get too drunk off something he had never tried before. Instead he chose a safer option and got a muffin and dragonfruit juice. With his order in hand he made his way over to Merrake.
"A pleasure as always," Thrawn said when he got to her, "mind if I join you?" If allowed Thrawn would place his plate at the table and sit next to her if not he would find a nearby empty table.
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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 Jul 2, 2016 3:23:20 GMT -5
It'd been a long time since the Mardoks had done anything as an actual family, since right about the time Tyr's father died actually, and the invitation he'd received was a good excuse to get everyone together and go out. Not that Sorath was even remotely 'close to home' or anything but the trip gave them all plenty of time to talk and reconnect. With an uneventful trip they arrived in Sorath mostly ready, only needing a brief period to wash up and put on their best clothes for the opening of this "Ne'Ranmba Rul" place.
So it was that Tyr walked through the door with a small group in tow, each of them dressed to the nines. It helped when the Duke of your household was a highly accomplished tailor. Tyr's clothes were a well made set of cotton breeches and doublet, leather jerkin, and fur cloak, all lined with short, incredibly soft fur just to top it off. On his arm was his mother Nava, dressed in a fine white silk gown and silver jewelry. Following behind were his siblings Helinia and Korian, dressed to match their elders, and finally Kilinger Mardocay. Kilinger was Tyr's second cousin and head of the Mardocay cadet house. The two had grown up together for a time, with Kilinger eventually going on to study swordplay and governance more than how to make stuff from things. It was a loose interpretation of 'household', but to Tyr the man was still family all the same.
The Duke walked with his mother over to the front desk and his party followed behind, keeping together in a small bunch. Knowing nothing about the place prior to walking in everyone was a bit nervous, not quite sure how to act in such a place. They were consciously ignorant of the customs or what would even be happening for this 'opening' and didn't want to offend with some accidental misstep. Only Tyr was relatively calm, he doubted anyone would fault them this early on for something they couldn't know. Pulling the invitation letter from his doublet, Tyr smiled at the Drokagr behind the front desk and handed it over.
"I am Duke Tyr Mardok, here along with my household. Are we all in need of a membership this evening, or may they attend under my name?"
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jul 4, 2016 12:30:27 GMT -5
Remy gave a weak smile to Jorkahn as he questioned about the Countess' presence. She was not quite there yet, and almost all the guests had arrived. His stress levels spiked, and he started to sweat at the temples a little bit.
"Ah, not yet. She may be running late, she is willful. I am sure she will come soon enough."
His own sentence and admission that she was not there yet did nothing to help curtail his own stress. He hoped that it would not do the countess a disservice. He did not want to attract her wrath. As good and generous as she had been towards him in recent days he had a feeling that she could be just as terrifying if she wanted to be.
Downstairs the receptionist was quite surprised by the amount of people the Duke Mardok had brought with him. His mother, a cousin and siblings. She hadn't known what to expect when she read household next to his name. This must have been it. A quick decision on her part would be required. She didn't know what the countess' intention was regarding the Mardok household.
"D-duke Mardok! Yes.. they may proceed under your invitation and membership. Please keep in mind that drokagr custom is to not touch the Kalimbra in service tonight, as that is an offense akin to murder. They are highly respected artists. The second floor is where this evenings festivities are being held. The third floor has rooms for anyone that wishes an overnight stay. Please relinquish all weaponry to the front desk here, you may pick them up when you leave. Mister Masterson will escort you up when you're ready."
Masterson would indeed escort them up when they were ready. He would of course explain that orders for food and drink were to be placed at the bar and picked up from there without table service as it is a practice to not bother patrons.
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