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Title: Kann Day I
Post by: Galein on January 29, 2009, 10:16:28 AM
Galein glanced out through the kitchen door, seeing if anyone knew had walked in. When she saw that no one had, she went back to kneeding the dough. When the dough reached the right consistency, she placed the soon-to-be loaf of bread in the oven. Wiping away a bit of sweat with her apron, she tried to think of the next thing that needed to be done.

'With that loaf of bread done, I think that is all that is left. Let's take a look around out there, and see if I remember anything else.' And so she walked out of the kitchen into the slightly cooler air of the dining area. Pragnék, the gambling dwarf, walked down the stairs, rubbing his eyes. "The usual, Pragnék?" Galein asked. "Aye," replied Pragnék sleepily.

Galein grabbed a glass and filled it with Svaq, the sobering drink. Putting it on the counter in front of Pragnék, she went back into the kitchen and cut two pieces of Borwul bread. Putting them on a plate she walked back to Pragnék and set the bread next to the Svaq. "Pay now or later?" Galein asked him, knowing the answer. "Later," Pragnék said. Galein wrote the number down, then looked up as the door opened.

Walking in was Arhung Yegerinn, the stable boy. As he walked to the counter said, Buri, was loud this morn'. Galein chuckled and asked, "Isn't he always? As she said this she was bringing Arhung the same things he had just brought Pragnék, just substituting the Svaq for Hearth Berry Juice. The boy just smiled and just nodded at Galein's response.

Turning back to Pragnék she said, "You better hope some more travelers stop here today, all of ours left last night and you don't like doing the dishes to pay off your purchases."  The gambler just smirked and nodded. Galein walked out from behind the counter and started bustling around pushing in chairs, stoking the fire, and just generally tidying up.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on January 29, 2009, 11:25:33 AM
Even before the sun was up, Thorgas can be found roaming around the second floor of the Kann. But he's not wearing his usual clothing. During the early hours of the morning he wears a shabby brown robe with an apron, and instead of his green cap and gray moleskin cloak, a dark brown hood and mask covers his face and hair. Usually he carries his staff with him all day, but at this particular time, he's holding a broom, and is sweeping the floors in each room to remove the dust and dirt accumulated by the previous customer.

In each quarter are the remnants of its occupants that tell a lot about the person. Blankets and pillows strewn about the floor, pieces of paper, fruit seeds, and the occasional san or two -- leftovers of a messy person. With a sigh the dwarf stooped down to pick the items up, pocketing the dropped coins, dusting off the pillows and blankets before folding them and putting them all on the bed. The tallfolk rooms are the hardest to clean. Why in Trum-Barol's hammer did they have to grow big like that? He kept wish that the stone father smash his hammer down on these people, and bring them down to the height of a dwarf.

Thorgas stooped down to pick up the basket containing the trash, and waddled towards the staircase. There were no customers yet, and that means he can still relax after cleaning the rooms. "Good mornin',", he called out to the dwarves below as he passed by them. He then turned to the stableboy and asked, "How is me Buri? Sleep well last night, he should."

"Aye, elder, but he squeals so much during the mornin'. Maybe ya should go an see him, like ye always do."

"Very well then, but ya keep in mind ta feed him an change the hay in his stall."

The mage walked towards the fireplace and threw the trash, mostly pieces of paper, in there. Then he placed the basket beside the counter and walked towards the stables.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Thorin Broadfist on January 31, 2009, 10:34:18 AM
Thorin leaned against his cart as he got off his knees. I really do have to notice those ruts more often. He had just finished replacing the front, left wheel, which had been broken while Thorin was lost in a memory of when he had first left his home, the Mithral Mountains.

It had been almost 50 years since he had last looked upon the splendor of those mountains. Normally he would have avoided them because of the memories they brought back. Memories of his life in the caves of his people, memories of the joy of pulling pranks with his friends, and memories of punishments for when they were caught.

He jerked a bit when Morden asked him if he was alright. “Hm? Oh, I’m alright my friend.” Thorin gave him a reassuring smile, “Just got caught up in some memories. I’m still having some doubts about being in Tyr Donian.” Thorin and Morden had run into each other on the road through Marcogg, Morden on his way to the Kann Kemruhnt and Thorin just coming from Strata. Having met before, befriending Morden quite easily despite his solitary attitude, Thorin offered to have him join him for awhile and rest his feet. He accepted and they had traveled on conversing every now and then to pass the time. Morden had told him of a good dwarven tavern in the city of Tyr Donian. At first, Thorin dismissed the idea, but after awhile the longing for some company, dwarven company, grew and he consented. Morden gave him the directions as he led Gregory along.

“Well, now that that’s taken care of, we can be on our way.” Thorin climbed up onto the driver’s seat of his donkey-drawn cart and waited until Morden had seated himself. They rounded the next bend and the tunnel leading to Tyr Donian loomed before them. It didn’t take long before they came upon the tavern, standing out as much as it does. Thorin pulled Greg to a halt to let Morden off and then headed towards the stables. He got down off of the cart and unhitched Greg, leading him to a stall. Time for a good dwarven brewed ale. Thorin brushed his hands off and headed off towards the door.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Morden Peshirgolz on February 01, 2009, 10:30:32 AM
Morden had been traveling through the countryside near the Mithral Mountains, satisfying his need for solitude under the pretext of completing a few errands. While he had been away from Tyr Donian for a little over a week, he had met a very amicable Mitharim dwarf, who had somehow managed to talk to Morden despite the sloemn dwarf's tendency to silence. They had become friends, not close ones, but had reached that state of friendship in between an acquaintance and a comrade. Morden convinced his new companion, Thorin, to come with him back to Tyr Donian, and they were now traveling along the road to the dwarven settlement.

There in that city, was the dwarf-run tavern known as the Kann Kemruhnt. Morden was eager to return to its friendly atmosphere, and its sense of sanctuary. It seemed in that place as if nothing of the outer world, or Morden's past, could trouble him. There he had met a friend or two, among the only race he could fully trust, the dwarves. As they traveled closer to the city, Morden's mood grew lighter and more relaxed. In contrast, he had noted that Thorin's mood had become brooding and worried. Morden had not questioned the dwarf about his aloof behavior, since Morden was wont to silence himself.

But as they were within sight of the cities entrance, the long tunnel boring into the depths of the vast mountains, Thorin became very restless and distracted. Morden finally inquired as to the reason for his friend's distress. “Hm? Oh, I’m alright my friend.” Thorin gave him a smile that attempted to be reassuring, but it seemed a little too stressed as he continued, “Just got caught up in some memories. I’m still having some doubts about being in Tyr Donian.”

They reached the tavern's door, and Thorin turned aside to stable his donkey. Morden strode into the tavern itself, feeling a sense of relief and tension at the same time. Relaxation - because here he was among other dwarves, tension - because once again he would have to live the noise of the tavern. The sense of acceptance amongst friends brought Morden to this place, drawing him with a thirst more potent than any sensation ale could produce. For a bit of peace for his heart, a little noise bothering his head was a sensible price to pay.

He passed the stableboy, who was on his way out, having heard the newcomer's arrival. A slight inclination of Morden's head, and a twinkling passing between their eyes was the only greeting necessary. Those who run the tavern, and most of its regular customers, understood Morden's economy of words, and respecting him. For looking upon Morden, people gathered the sense that he held within him a turbulent sea of emotions, deeply locked within the stout heart of a Thergerim. Only in his eyes could be seen his true emotions, and it took a practiced eye to read them clearly.

"Hail, Thorgas. Does your beard grow long and your fire burn bright this morn'?" Morden's eyes laughed as he greeted the fire mage, who had just turned away from tending to the fireplace. "Urtden, friend Galein," he said as he took up a seat at a table close to the counter. Nodding his head in recognition of the tavern's gambler, Pragnék, Morden asked Galein, "Where is Hragnúr? Has she not risen yet this morn'?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Hragnúr Pakthroon on February 01, 2009, 11:09:07 AM
"Hragnúr! Hraaaaaagnúr!!!"

The voice drifted lazily into the dreams of a young girl waking to the smell of fresh breakfast cooking. She wished to remain in bed a while longer, her head aching, and tried to shut out the persistent voice calling to her through her half-sleeping consciousness. Breakfast, chores, the sunlight on the sand of Nybelmar - this could all wait today. She wished vaguely that she could will it all away, and command the night to return for a few minutes.

"Hragnúr!!!"

The dwarf jerked herself upright, and reality rushed back to her. She was lying in her bed, in her room, in the Kann Kemruhnt, in the city of Tyr Donian. Nybelmar, that voice, that breakfast, those chores - They were not only an ocean and a continent away, but in fact years apart from this present moment. Shaking the last remnants of her sleepy dreaming away, Hragnúr arose and began to dress herself.

"Where are you girl?!? Don't you care if I die!!?"

A voice, the torn remnant of the voice that had pervaded her dreams, shrieked from the room next to Hragnúr's. Continuing to dress, Hragnúr ignored her pounding headache, trying to brace herself against the pain of another day. Another day spent tending to her helpless mother, who was now only a shadow of what she had once been. Another day spent drinking in a poor attempt at washing away the horrid vision of that shadow.

Pulling on her last boot, Hragnúr strode a little uneasily down the halls a short way to her mother's room. Leaning on the staff she had brought with her from her bedroom, Hragnúr tried not to feel anger at the pestering shrieks that emanated from the room at the end of the hall. Entering the room just as another string of abuses reached their climax, Hragnúr began her usual morning routine of helping her mother. She measured out medications, raised her mother up on a few pillows, and began to absently ask her mother how she had fared the night. She did not pay any attention to the continuing railings of her mother, while her mother did not pay any attention to Hragnúr's lifeless inquiries.

Deep within her, Hragnúr felt a conflict of emotions - between a guilt that told her she should listen to her mother's pleas, and a hatred against the unfair torrent of abuse. "Mother, if you wish me to bring you some breakfast, you must quiet down." A faint edge escaped through Hragnúr's voice, despite her best efforts at calm. The wrinkled, slightly contorted face of the elder woman settled into a silent but glaring position, through a look of greatly exaggerated effort against an exaggerated anger.

Hragnúr turned and left the room quickly, avoiding the look of that face. Guilt and disgust continued to broil within her heavy heart, and she leaned on her staff in the hallway, trying to block out her physical and mental pain. She slowly descended the stairway, focusing on nothing but getting a mug of ale to steady herself with. As she reached the bottom of the steps, she heard Morden's voice, "Where is Hragnúr? Has she not risen yet this morn'?"

The sight of her friends and fellow workers in the tavern caused her inner mask to cover her heart. With a broad smile, she cheerily boomed out to the quieter dwarf, "I be right here in frunt of yer blind face, my friend! How fares yer morn', my shy one?" She had reached the counter, and walking behind it, quickly proceeded to draw a mug of ale, her own Hlarn variety. She drained the burning liquid in one draught, and when she had set down her mug her face had become a complete mask over her inner struggles. Her cheerful act and the mug even began to make her feel a bit more cheerful. She turned to the kitchen door, and shouted, "Can I get a bit o'breakfast for me dear old mother?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on February 01, 2009, 11:39:11 AM
Thorgas cringed at the mindless screams of the old woman upstairs, calling her daughter every morning. She never stops, nor did she consider the feelings of her daughter. He shook his head sadly, wondering why such a fate should fall on a dwarf. Sometimes he pondered what it would be like when grew as old as Jynee. Would he forgot all his incantations - or worse - would he become like her? He shuddered. Surely years of training in the heart of Ximax would prevent his mind from decomposing into that of an animal!

He turned to Morden and nodded his head. "Aye friend. Me beard is fine, and a fire will be burnin' after a few while. I must go an see me pig first. Speakin' of yer lass Hragnur," Thorgas paused and cocked his head towards the staircase, "She should be up an a-movin' aboot. Poor lass has'ta tend ta her mother, ya know." A crooked smile crossed his face as he squeezed through the doors to reach the stables.

Just outside the door, only a few peds away, strode a dwarf intent on relaxing inside their tavern. "Oy, we haf a customer this part o' the mornin'! Best be gettin' yerselves ready." He called through the door. Then he sauntered towards the stables. "Urtden, chingu." He called out to the new comer. "Welcome to the Kann Kemruhnt." And with that he made his way to Buri's quarters, eager to spend a few moments with his 'son' alone.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Buri on February 01, 2009, 06:34:30 PM
Where is fluffy daddy?? He should have been here hours ago!!

These must have been Buri's thoughts whenever Thorgas came in late. He had succeeded in driving away the stableboy for the meantime with his squeals, glares, and his overgrown tusks, but it doesn't seem to be enough to draw his daddy's attention to him. He sniffed the air impatiently, trying to catch the unmistakable sulfur smell of Thorgas' clothes. He dug his hooves on the ground and stamped so hard that every flab of fat on his legs and buttocks shook defiantly. This behavior is not common to pigs of his kind, but Thorgas spoiled him so much that it practically grew right out of his fat head.

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Earlier this morning:
"Mornin' Buri. Don't be givin' me those angry eyes now, I got some of yer daddy's orders ta feed an' clean ya up."

The pig, obviously irritated by the sudden intrusion of the stable boy in the early hours of the morning, raised his head and looked at at him for one moment, and went off to sleep again.

"Don't ya be givin' me a hard time, fatty. There are droppins ta collect an hay to spread fer the mounts o' the customers."

Still the pig wouldn't budge.

The stable hand stared at the pig, wondering whether to push or force him up with a stick. Then he remembered the elder's warning, still ringing in his ears: Ya 'urt me pig and I meself will see ta it that yar hair be gone before yar Baregozar! He shuddered. The old mage can be scary sometimes. Shrugging his shoulders, he left the boar to sleep and went to the tavern to eat his breakfast first.
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After satisfying himself with sleep, the pig woke up, searching his trough for mashed fruits and grain. Luckily the food was there, which the stable boy had thoughtfully poured in before eating. His eyes squinted with delight. Warm gruel! His father really loves him! He raised his head to pause for a moment, and there he is! His obese daddy walking towards him in that peculiar waddle! He wagged his tail, all curled up like a pretzel, as he waited for the slow dwarf to reach him.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Thorin Broadfist on February 11, 2009, 11:13:39 AM
As Thorin strode towards the door, another dwarf dressed in green robes, came out."Urtden chingu, welcome to the Kann Kemruhnt." He called out as he walked past Thorin, who had just now noticed the mole skin cloak. "A mage? Well there's an interesting site." He gave the dwarf a nod and opened the door.

Inside, the tavern was much like most taverns, except for the fact that everything seemed scaled down towards those of smaller stature. Just from first glance, Thorin knew he would have at least a somewhat enjoyable time inside. He walked towards the table Morden had taken a seat at while he glanced around the room. There was a dwarven waitress standing behind the counter holding an empty mug who had just shouted something to whoever was in the kitchen. Seated at the counter was another dwarf, hunched over his drink and a plate. It had been so long since Thorin had seen more than one other dwarf that it almost brought tears to his eyes seeing the friendly looks of his fellow dwarves.

As he wiped a single finger under his eye as he sat down next to Morden. “This is a sight for sore eyes. I sure am glad you mentioned this place my friend, I really am.” Thorin had to rub his eyes once more as they moistened up, against his will. He hailed for a drink and leaned back for a moment, trying to recall the last time he had had a real dwarven ale.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Leilani Nakai'ewalu on February 19, 2009, 03:39:36 PM
The tips of her fingers ran along rough walls of the tunnel surrounding her. Her other hand held a leather leash attached to the collar around the neck of her guide dog Lucas. She stopped for a moment and bent at the waist to whisper something Styrásh in the dogs ear. Immediately he started walking forward, holding his nose while scenting the air. Leilani moved in line behind him with confidence, trusting her companion with her safety. It wasn't long before her own superior sense of smell caught the scent of the tavern close by, cutting sharply through the overwhelming smell of earth. First the thick and savory smell of food, then as she got closer the bitter smell of alcohol, almost as if she could taste it in the back of her throat.

A few moments later she approached the door at the entrance of the tavern. She noticed that the doorknob was significantly lower than usual, but what else was to be expected in this city. The door opened with enough headway for her to walk through without having to bend over. Lucas followed her in with Rocco the ferret stirring from his slumber atop the large canines back. Her hand glided along the top of a chair large enough to accommodate her size so she sat down, Lucas going to his stomach at her left. She lowered her head, her solid red eyes staring down at the top of the table, though her gaze was empty and focused on nothing. Slipping the large leather bag off of her shoulder, she set it on top of the table and removed the last bit of dried meat from inside. She offered it to Lucas who took it without hesitation, holding it between his paws as he gnawed on it.

For the first time all day she noticed the dryness in the back of her throat and she was suddenly very thirsty. The pale tip of her tongue slid between her lips and moved from one corner to the other before her teeth caught at her lower lip, pulling it into her mouth. Her lips glistened with moisture in the soft, flicking light of her fire. It was then she noticed the heat of the hearth burning to her right and she turned her face towards the warmth. It was at the opposite end of the tavern but she could smell the burning wood and here the soft crackling of embers as they fizzled and flew into the air. However, the scent of sweat and ale is what dominated the room and suddenly her senses were overwhelmed with the smell and the sound of people talking and bustling about. She heard every conversation, almost every word as if she were focusing on each one specifically, but her range of hearing caught it all just as clearly.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Galein on March 04, 2009, 08:39:03 AM
A loud yell came from upstairs. Galein paid hardly any attention at all to it, knowing it was Hragnúr's mother. Quickly, Galein chopped up some cucumber and threw together a Cucumber Ak-Ak. Just as she finished, she heard Hragnúr, "Can I get a bit o'breakfast for me dear old mother?" Galein picked the dish up and walked out to hand it to Hragnúr.

Galein hadn't heard Thorgas's warning of customers and was quite surprised to see 3 newcomers all in the bar. She greeted the dwarves first with a casual, "Urden."  Then she greeted the elf sitting in the corner with a, "Welcome." "Would you like anything to wet your tongue, or something to quiet your stomach?" she asked all of them. "We have a fine assortment of drinks and foods here. Even a brew concocted by Hragnúr over here. Smiling she turned to Hragnúr.

In preparation for their orders she pulled out a large sheet of parchment and a stripped quill with one hand. With the other hand, she grabbed 3 glasses. All ready, she waited for them to place their orders.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Airyn on March 07, 2009, 09:53:33 PM
Please let there be rooms available... She prayed silently as she led the dog at her feet towards the door to the tavern.

The smell of freshly baked bread and a warm fire welcomed the elf as she walked quietly into the tavern, her stomach growling at the mention of food by the Dwarf across the room. Rather than taking a place near the small group of newcomers, Airyn found herself a seat at a table near the door.

She stifled a yawn as she watched the Dwarf hold a sheet of parchment and a quill at the ready, but found herself only half focused as she fought to keep her eyes open. Not a minutes sleep. Again. Sooner or later she was going to collapse in a heap of loud snores and the odd muffled sentence here or there.

Airyn raised her elbows to the table and rested her chin on her hands, leaning forward to take in her surroundings. It was comfortable and warm, and that was all the information she needed. Hopefully she could talk with the owner about a couple of night's sleep, but that would have to wait for later. The Rimrunner at her feet shifted restlessly, and groaned softly. He was hungry, but he'd chased a rat or two on the way to the inn. He was always hungry, but she couldn't blame him. She was starving, or so it felt.

The elf pulled her cloak away from her shoulders, exposing the modestly cut blue dress underneath. She pushed the long sleeves up her arm a little, wondering why she had ever agreed to have them in the first place, and leant against the back of the chair. The seconds barely passed, and the elf was soon dozing lightly with the dog nestled across her feet. He too had succumbed to the near silence and warmth of the room, and had begun a tune of airy snores.

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She woke with a start, opening her eyes widely and gasping as she sat upright. The Dwarf with the scroll and quill was standing on the other side of the table, both eyebrows raised in an expression that was somewhere between confusion and alarm.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Morden Peshirgolz on March 11, 2009, 10:34:00 PM
Morden sat himself down at a table near the kitchen, stretching his stiff legs out in front of him. It was nice to enjoy a little relaxation for a while after traveling. Morden didn't really like taking long trips, and had only left this last time out of necessity, but a long trip always seem to make the return home better. Morden looked around the tavern for a moment to see what everyone was up to. Two elves had just entered the tavern, both of about average height, one a pale blue in color, the other the color of sand. How strangely colored elves were, thought Morden, who prefered the solid, earthen colors of dwarves. Though Morden was a bit odd for a dwarf, since he was probably taller than either of those elves. His height had been something he had been respected for among the Susilgerim dwarves, who were the tallest of the dwarf race. But here in Tyr Donian, he tended to get not a few stares around town. People had for the most part grown used to the sight of him, especially here in the tavern, but he still was considered something of an oddity.

Thorin, the dwarf who had given Morden a ride into the city today, sat down at the table. “This is a sight for sore eyes. I sure am glad you mentioned this place my friend, I really am,” the younger dwarf greeted him. Morden glanced at his new friend, and was glad to see him in what seemed to be better spirits. "Wherever there be fellow dwarves to drink with, any place can be a good sight for tired eyes. Let's enjoy an ale or two, to our successful trip and safe return, eh?" Morden turned from speaking to his friend and called to Galein, "Two ales over here please!"

As Morden leaned back to wait for their drinks, a tune began to play in his mind. He had long been skilled in music, and had been known to spontaneously think of new melodies. Now a particularly light and happy song, befitting his current mood, was floating in his head. With his one hand, Morden pulled his baroomith out of his cloak. It was a difficult task for him to balance the silver pipe and manage to play it with one hand. It stopped him for playing the more complex pieces of dwarven music, but there were not many complex songs written by the sons of earth. He began to play a lilting, dancing tune. It lifted his spirits, and as he played he thought of the harmony that would go with. Lots of drums, yes, would be nice, and the Krumhorn would sound beautiful with this melody. If he had been a hundred years younger, he might have danced, but age and loss restrained him to simply tapping his foot.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Isei Fenrir on March 29, 2009, 06:08:04 PM
Isei and Valric had been traveling for quite a while now, and it had been at least a fortnight since they had seen an inn.  Thus they were glad when they came across The Kann Kemruhnt, even though neither of them were very enthusiastic abot dwarves.  In Isei's opinion, they were rather vulgar creatures, but they were more than capable of making him laugh, and that was worth the fact that they were rather dirty.

The location of the tavern was interesting, situated in a tunnel leading ip to the city.  It was a smart idea, and whoever though of it should be congratulated on his or her intelligence, not something Isei would normally commend a dwarf for.  It was the first tavern a traveler would come across on their way to the city, and traveler's were often hungry and thirsty, and in need of a good night's sleep, in a bed.

Isei looked over to Valric and asked, "Do you want to stay here for a few nights?  We don't have to be in the city for a few days, and it's seems a good place to stay."  He knew Valric would be more than happy to get off his feet for a while, the boy was not used to journeys this far, his father had never put him through the typical conditioning for a Echiilianni warrior. 

"If you want to," Valric said quietly.  That was his way of saying yes to Isei, for he never wanted to make his master do anything on his account.  Isei never understood why the kid was so dedicated to him, but it made things easier.  In everything but blood, he was Valric's father.  He loved Valric as much as Valric loved him, the only people either of them could always rely on were each other.

"Alright," Isei said, a slight smile playing on his lips, "We shall stay here."  So they made their way over to the tavern, and entered the doors.  They instantly felt the warmth the fireplace emitted from their right, and they also noticed the furniture was mostly dwarf sized, this was a dwarven city though, you had to expect things like that.  "You go ahead and sit down," he told Valric, "I'll get us drinks."

He made his way over to the bar and, saw a dwarf in the kitchen who was taking orders.  He smiled and said, "I'll have the strongest drink you have that won't kill me, and a hearth berry juice if you have it, I would prefer my son not to be intoxicated."



Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Galein on March 30, 2009, 04:25:48 AM
 As she awaited orders another elven woman walked into the tavern. Everything she did conveyed the idea that she was extremely tired. As the elf sat down, Galein heard Morden say, "Two ales over here please!" The rest of the conversation before Galein had not heard while she watched the elf.  Galein turned back to the dwarves and nods. She pours the 2 their fresh dwarven ale and says, "If that isn't quite the flavor you are looking for you might also try Hragnúr's Hlarn Ale.

 As Morden started to play a song Galein had not heard before on his baroomith, a man and a child walked in. The man seemed well-built, and the child he brought with him seemed innocent.

 The child sat down at a table as the man walked up to the counter and said, "I'll have the strongest drink you have that won't kill me, and a hearth berry juice if you have it, I would prefer my son not to be intoxicated." Galein chuckled when she heard what he ordered. She poured out the Hearthberry juice first, then taking another glass poured out some of Hragnúr's Hlarn ale. As she did this she said, "Well if you want a strong drink, here is some Hlarn Ale, made by Hragnúr. This was made to be drank by dwarves, so don't be surprised by how it tastes to you." She pushed the glass over to him and began to pour out another drink.  "I will also have this Shorr Brew here for you, if you can't take the 'Scorch Ale' and need to move down the the 'Child Brew'.

 Still laughing, Galein turned back to the elf that walked in earlier to find her asleep. A few moments past, and the elf sat up suddenly and gasped. Galein confused as to what made he wake in such a way, looked that the elf with a confused look.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Isei Fenrir on March 30, 2009, 04:36:49 AM
Well if you want a strong drink, here is some Hlarn Ale, made by Hragnúr. This was made to be drank by dwarves, so don't be surprised by how it tastes to you.  He smiled as she poured the two drinks for him, I will also have this Shorr Brew here for you, if you can't take the 'Scorch Ale' and need to move down the the 'Child Brew'

He layed out the appropriate number of sans on the table, adding an extra one for a tip.  He walked over to the table Valric had chosen and gave the boy his drink.  Valric put the glass to his lips almost before Isei had let go of the glass, and he drank quickly and thirstily.  He never understood why the boy didn't ask for a drink from the cantine while they were traveling.

He walked back over to the bar quickly, and picked up the scorch ale.  He smelled it first, and it burned his nostrils and lungs, but he put it to his lips and drank anyway.  It took everything he had not to cough the drink up.  He pulled himself together and took another drink, this time it wasn't as painful.  "This one will do," he said, his voice raspy from the left over burning sensation. 

"How much would it cost me to get a room for two for a few nights?"  He asked, ready to change in to his casual clothes and take off the heavy leather cloak.  His muscles were sore from there weeks of walking, and he still had a cut left over from their last job, and it needed to be cleaned again.
 


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Foraste Lydan on March 31, 2009, 08:39:42 AM
I hate the heat. Foraste trudged through the tunnel absentmindedly itching his scar. The tavern door beckoned him inside. Foraste made a quick note of the exterior of the tavern and darted inside.

  He sat down at a table near the bar and wiped his brown hair out of his eyes. After putting own his pack he saw that a dwarven cook was taking orders from a pair of Kasumarii. As he scanned the room he took note of the other patrons, he felt a tug at his shoulder, Thad had climbed out of his pocket and was waving his whiskers in the air. Foraste scratched him behind the ears an murmured "Don't worry I'll get some food in a minute." Thad dipped his head in acknowledgment and curled up in Foraste's hood.

  Squealing from outside moved Foraste's attention back to the tavern. Glancing around he saw a stable through the open door. In it there was a fat pig and to his horror, a dwarf mage. Fingering the melted coin around his neck Foraste felt his scar begin to prick and tingle. He hoped that he could avoid any altercation and made himself smaller.

  Foraste's stomach growled and he realized that he ha not eaten in 2 days, he had been in a rush after a traveler had told  him about Tyr Donian and the Kann Kemruhnt. Foraste caled to Galein " A pint of ale and a sandwich if you please" and put down 6 sans with another one as a tip.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Hragnúr Pakthroon on March 31, 2009, 11:02:42 PM
Hragnúr watched the mercenary newcomer with interest when she saw Galein serve him some of her strongest brew. "This may be entertainin'...I'll 'ave to watch 'im while he tries to drink this", she mused to herself. She momentarily set down the breakfast that Galein had given to her, and leaned back on her staff, a wry smile playing across her face. The mercenary took a moment to smell the the drink hesitantly. "Oh hoho, he thinks its burnin' his dear throat now, ha, he'll know better in a moment", she chuckled to herself. She was surprised, however, when the man managed to down a gulp of the fiery liquid with relative calm. "This one will do," he rasped when he set the drink down. "Well," thought Hragnúr, "he seems to 'ave gud nerves fer a tall un, but his throat be just as weak as any of 'is kin." She raised herself up a little and ambled over to where the man sat. He was asking some question as she approached, but she did not hear it. "Let Galein worry 'bout answerin' 'is questions, I got a little proposal for this weakling," she inwardly laughed to herself. Out loud, she greeted the man heartily, "Well, welcome to the Warhammer tavern! Ye seem to have gud nerves for un o'the tall kind. Well, if ya plan on staying a bit, I'll bet ya that I can drink ya right under this 'ere table. Fer now, I be taking a bit o' breakfast to me muther, but if ye got the guts to stick around with us dwarves, then we'll see whose got the most nerve when I be down 'ere agin, eh?" She winked broadly at him, a coy but slightly mean grin lighting up her features.

She turned back to the bar to let him think that one over, and while she walked she heard a call from the other side of the room. "A pint of ale and a sandwich if you please." She turned to see that the speaker was a small man, at least he was small by men's standards. He seemed a little frail, the learned type maybe, and was cowering a bit in the corner of the room. Hragnúr decided that she could at least get him the ale, since she was by the bar anyway, and she could let Galein get his sandwich and collect his money. Looking him over once more, the freckled man was now nervously fingering a metal object that hung from his neck. "Eh, no nerve at'tall in that one over there, I'll give him something on the weak side." She drew off a pint of her Shorr brew, a weaker version of her special recipe. She amble across the room to the corner, a large mug in one hand, her other hand leaning on her staff. She set the mug down on the table with a thud, and welcomed the newcomer to the tavern. "This be a special brew o' me own, of a power suit'ble for ye talk folks. But watch ye, mind, it still be ale of dwarven kind, so don't be belittling its might. Drink it slow, and enjoy it. Besides, if ye gulped it down, methinks ye might dissolve away entirely!" She guffawed for a moment at her own joke, and gave the man a wink to reassure him that she was only kdding with him. "Enjoy yer stay at our fine tavern, here."

Now she finally returned to the bar, picked up her mother's breakfast, and mounted the stairs to the upper floor of the tavern. She knew she had been a bit tardy in getting breakfast this morning, and her mother would most likely not be pleased. Hragnúr could just now here the complaints and guilt-laden insults her mother would reign at her. Hragnúr braced herself for the confrontation. When she reached the room, she began to greet her mother as cheerily as she could. She told what a nice morn' it was, and told her to be happy on such a nice day. Her mother was unresponsive. Hragnúr laid the breakfast on a small table beside the bed, as inobtrusively as she possibly could. She watched her mother warily, waiting for any sign, whether of reconciliation or explosion. It took a moment or two, but her mother chose explosion. Oh, did she choose an explosion. The old dwarfess threw the entire breakfast at the far wall of the room. The plate and glass shattered to pieces all across the room. The tray that had held them clattered on the floor. The food itself, and the Hearth-berry juice that had been in the glass, was smeared across the wall. It oozed slowly down its surface, falling in clumps to the floor. Hragnúr wanted to cry, but she must stand up to her mother if she was to calm this storm. How could she though, when she felt so responsible for her mother's plight? Hragnúr was still deciding what action to take when her mother start screaming all manner of horrible things at her, and began beating on the wall and bedpost. A tear trickled down the cheek of the younger dwarfess, as she hoped someone would help her clean up. She could not speak, but may be the noise would bring someone.



As Galkhirril neared the tavern, he hummed an old tune to himself absent-mindedly. Absent-minded was how Galkhirril always seem to be nowadays. He was the oldest dwarf in the city of Tyr Donian, at a ripe 277. The folk of the town looked at him and marveled that he still was around, expecting him to simply up and die any day now. But Galkhirril still hung to life with a vengeance, keeping active and feisty, almost like his younger days. His snow white hair and beard were gray and shadowy in the tunnels of the city, and the torchlight reflected off of them in patches of golden orange. His bright blue eyes still shone, even in the dimness of the tunnels. His name meant "old jewel", and though not his birth name, he was called that by everyone because of those bright eyes. He was on his way to the trading outpost of Tyr Donian later this afternoon, but for now he wanted whatever company he get at the Kann Kemruhnt. It was his favorite tavern, for he liked the dwarves who ran. "Sensible, with a gud 'earty spirit to them, they are." He had described Galein, Thorgas, and Hragnúr to many people in this way.

He entered the common room, and took a moment to survey his surroundings. There were a good number of customers in for this morning. Business looked good, which cheered Galkhirril. He was not upset by the presence of foreigners here. In fact, as the overseer at the trading outpost, he regularly came into contact with the other races. He was called upon to keep order and judge disputes between these peoples and his dwarves when they traded, and so was more understanding of the tall folk than most dwarves. Galkhirril was eager to talk to someone today, to tell a good story. He looked down at the staff he carried with him. It was etched with countless runes, and each one was associated with some story of his past. He was the greatest storyteller of the city, in his opinion, though nowadays people listened to him less often and with less patience. He would forget occasionally who he had told stories to, and often repeated himself. But here at the tavern he could usually get a fresh audience, which was what he was seeking today.

He spotted two elfesses sitting at separate tables, not too far apart from each other. They looked like they might need a good story to rouse them this morning. Galkhirril sat down at the table where the sandy-skinned elf was sitting, looking a bit bemused, as if she had just awakened. He faced himself towards the pale, icy-blue elf, who did not appear to be looking at anything in particular. Galkhirril thought it was odd that her indifferent gaze was so unfocused, but he was determined to tell these ladies a good tale. What to tell them? He saw that they both had dogs with them, did he know any stories of dogs. He glanced down at his staff to try and aid his memory. That time in New Santhala? Boy, that had been a trip, but no dogs in that one. Another rune reminded him of when he had been trapped in a tunnel for two days after an accident. That was an exciting, but dogs didn't live in tunnels. Hmm, but hadn't he seen a few dogs in the market of the outpost a few weeks ago? Oh yes, that would make a good tale. Of course, it did need a little livening up, but that was an easy matter for one as experienced as Galkhirril.

He cleared his throat a little ostentatiously, waving his staff a little in order to ensure he had the ladies attention. He hoped he did, cause he couldn't tell with the dark-haired one. She was still staring abstractly for some reason. Oh well, he wouldn't let anything deter this tale. "Good morn', lasses, I hope ye be enjoyin' the tavern. Good fine eating they have here, and the ale be even better. I were just thinking, I were, as I strolled to this fine table, as to what pretty ladies ye be, with such pretty dogs besides ya. Ya know, those dogs remind me of some of the uns I seen at the market just a week or two ago. Funny thing, those market dogs. They was fer hunting, methinks, and of a gud size. Fierce, too, but one of 'em seemed to have a little queer side to him. He was a yelping out alouder than the rest, which mad a terr'bul racket, and he seemed quite friendly. Seemed, mind ye. That was when one of the farm lads, coming in with a wagonful of food, mostly mushrooms, I thinks, ya mushrooms. Anyway, this boy he sees the dogs and he decides to himself that he'll greet that queer loud one. Friendly looking, he was. The dog, that is. Though the boy looked pretty friendly, too, I s'pose. But by any rate, this boy came a'greeting this dog all cheerful like, ya know, and then the funniest thing happened. Oh yes, the funniest..." The old man was now really getting into the story, and the joy of the telling of it. He hope the two elfesses appreciated this tale, as he continued to pour out the account to them.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Salena smith on April 01, 2009, 01:08:50 AM
   "Need to keep going," Salena thought to herself while taking another wrenkened step. Her feet were in such pain, as if every step she took were on a bed of nails. Looking down at her feet she seen that up to her ankles, she was wet from all the slush.  "Well that's what spring brings, a lot of wetness!" She said angrily to herself.

 Not knowing how long she'd been walking for or even where she was she noticed what seemed to be a tunnel in the distance.  Thank God, the lord has givin me a place to rest for the night," yeeped Salena.     Walking a few miles sure made its tole on her slim littl body, but that was because she had never walked that far for that long. She was just used to doing shop work and house work with grandpa.

She often thought of her little sister, and wondered how they were doing. If they were safe, warm and have plenty to eat. But she knew she had to be a bird and fly away from the nest, it was the only way to find the truth.
 Before she realized it she was in the tunnel and not day dreaming anymore. Noticing the repairs on the signs, Salena saw a Tavern sign. "The Kann Kumruhnt," the sign said in big bold letters. Even though she couldn't read the sign she liked the thought of trying.

 Walking into the Tavern, you could feel the warmth from the fire that was across the room. Two elvin ladies sitting at two different tables and a man and a child sitting together at another.    All of a sudden she heard a smash as if someone throwing dishes. "What on earth.. I hope everythings alright up there" turning her head up the staircase. 


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Thorin Broadfist on April 01, 2009, 08:37:29 AM
“Well I'll be, elves. I haven't seen an elf for quite some time. They are strangely colored though, one like sand and the other like ice. They aren't bad company, usually, but there was that one elf back in Strata…” Thorin's attention was brought back from his musing to Morten's voice. "Wherever there be fellow dwarves to drink with, any place can be a good sight for tired eyes. Let's enjoy an ale or two, to our successful trip and safe return, eh? Two ales over here please!" Morden was one of the few dwarves he had met who he had befriended almost instantly. Thorin normally would not have, not wanting to feel the pain of loss again, but Morden was just one of those people you couldn't not be friends with. He was someone Thorin was not afraid to call “chingu”.

As they waited for the drinks to arrive, Morden pulled out his baroomith and began to play a cheerful tune. The eye of his mind took him back to when he was a boy as he sat listening to some of his clan members as they played for Brokden, a festival honoring Brok Strongarm. Thorin has longed for the sense of belonging he got from his childhood, but nothing could ever replace that which was lost. However, sitting in the inn, he was the closest to that feeling that he had been for as long as he could remember. With his ears starting to moisten, Thorin waited until Morden paused before he quietly whispered, “That brings back wonderful memories, thank you.” Thorin wiped one thick finger under his eye to keep from crying in joy as he accepted a mug of ale from the cook with a nod and a smile. "If that isn't quite the flavor you are looking for you might also try Hragnúr's Hlarn Ale.”

Before Thorin even took a drink, a man and a child waltzed into the inn. Thorin saw the man head over to the bar, obviously intent on ordering some food or something to drink, while the child took a seat at one of the tables. “Well, that's odd. Those humans look familiar, but I just can't seem to place them. I can't remember why but I feel like I should know what's different about them, besides the child having white hair. I'll just have to think on it some.” Thorin took a long draught from his mug as he overheard the man ordering his drink. Thorin intently watched him swallow his first gulp, and then another. “Well, he doesn't seem to be as weak as the slim humans usually are.” Thorin smiled to himself. “His voice doesn't sound as strong as it was, but that what dwarven ale does to them.”

Thorin hardly noticed the other two humans who came in after the one had ordered the dwarven ale, but the crash of dishes against wood brought him out of his thoughts. He glanced upwards, where the sound had come from, and concluded that was a guest who wasn't too happy about their breakfast. Thorin wasn't quite sure how they could be, with what fine ale they had, but you never could be too sure of how others would react. He leaned over towards Morden and asked in a low volume voice, “Does that happen often around here? It didn't seem to affect the cook very much.” Thorin glanced back towards the door when he heard it creak open to admit another visitor, and a dwarf at that! "By my hammer! He looks like he must be at least 250 years old! I can't recall any of the elders from my clan being that old. This inn sure is full of surprises." Thorin took another drink as he stared in wonder at the dwarf who had just joined the two elves, and by the sound of it, started spinning a yarn.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Isei Fenrir on April 01, 2009, 09:46:34 AM
Well, welcome to the Warhammer tavern! Ye seem to have gud nerves for un o'the tall kind. Well, if ya plan on staying a bit, I'll bet ya that I can drink ya right under this 'ere table. Fer now, I be taking a bit o' breakfast to me muther, but if ye got the guts to stick around with us dwarves, then we'll see whose got the most nerve when I be down 'ere agin, eh?  Isei smiled as the dwarf spoke, knowing that it was probably meant to be more of an insult that anything else.  Dwarves weren't too fond of humans most the time, he was pretty sure they disliked elves more though.  Either way, he knew he had no chance of outdrinking the dwarf, he wasn't much of a drinker even for a human, he just knew how to resist the urge to cough and sputter.

"Well, I'm not much of a drinker for a 'tall one' either, so I'm positive you would outdrink me, besides, I wouldn't want to be too intoxicated in front of my son, not a good thing to be teaching him at such a young age," Isei smiled, "But, if you have any othe challenges for me, I might just be interested."  He was sure he could outmaneuver, and probably outfight as well, all the dwarves here, but that was all he could do.  He thought about what the dwarf would want to do besides drink, and it came to him.  Gamble.  He would try his luck for a while, they weren't exactly low on money.

He looked around the tavern now, as more people were filing in at a rapid rate.  Elves, a human, and of course the dwarves.  That was to be expected though, the tavern did lead up to a dwarven city.  As he was studying some of the people in the bar he heard a loud crash from upstairs, someone must be having an argument or a fight, again though, it was a tavern, not an unusual occurrence.  So he didn't pay it much atttention.  He looked to Valric and asked, "What do you think of the people here?"

Valric shrugged and said, "They're interesting."  That was a typical response for the boy, he was rather quiet, but he was correct.  That was the best word to place over the people that were gathered in the tavern.  They were probably pretty interesting themselves though, Kasumarii mercenaries weren't normal visitors at a dwarven bar.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Foraste Lydan on April 05, 2009, 07:54:38 PM
Foraste straightened as the dwarven brewmistress, Hragnúr, approached and set down a mug of ale. "This be a special brew o' me own, of a power suit'ble for ye talk folks. But watch ye, mind, it still be ale of dwarven kind, so don't be belittling its might. Drink it slow, and enjoy it. Besides, if ye gulped it down, methinks ye might dissolve away entirely!" Foraste smiled at her joke and thanked her for the ale, making a note to mention her in his article. He nodded in thanks at her welcome as she walked away. He took a quick gulp of the ale and savored its flavor as it slid down his throat.
   
   A crash upstairs drew Foraste's attention back to the tavern, he wondered if a patron had disliked his meal. The door opened and a wizened old dwarf strode in and sat down next to the 2 elven women and started to tell an old story. The looked incredibly old and Foraste thought he might even be the oldest dwarf in the city.
   
   He took out his notebook and started writing a few sentences about the dwarf and the other patrons in the tavern. Obviously this city was a melting pot of races, unlike other dwarven cities. Another customer walked in, a girl no older than 18. She was obviously very tired and looked like she had never traveled before. Foraste thought about his first few months on the road, smiling in remembrance. The pair of Kasumarii were talking again and Foaste wondered if they were here on a job, though he had not hear of a pair of assassins before.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Isei Fenrir on April 06, 2009, 01:40:40 AM
Isei looked over from Valric to find one of the humans looking at them at writing in a journal.  That can't be good, he thought to himself.  In his homeland heads would have flown for something like that, but he was more civil than that, plus there were bouncers.  either way, he didn't like the fact that a human in a tavern, who came in after him, was taking notes on him.  He might just be a journalist, but it seemed suspicious.  Due to his line of work, trust was hard to come by, especially when someone was jotting down facts about you in a bar.

He waited tuntil the man was writing a long stretch in his journal, then did a quick circle around the bar, trying to stay out of the man's line of sight, then walked up to the man from behind, careful to make as little noise as possible, though his footsteps would be silently in a noisy bar, masked by all the laughter, slamming and clanking bottles, and other general noise.  Finally, he stood behind the man, so far unnoticed. He tapped the man on the shoulder and asked, "Keeping tabs on us?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Morden Peshirgolz on April 06, 2009, 04:45:52 AM
Morden played on for several minutes, not wishing to break the mood of the music. He was enjoying himself, and it had been some time since he had been able to rest like this. He ended his short melody with a light trill, flourishing his baroomith on its way back into his cloak pocket. Thorin seemed touched by the music, saying, “That brings back wonderful memories, thank you.”  Just then, Morden heard the crashing of dishes from upstairs. Well, he thought, that certainly be a mite unusual. He immediately knew who it was that was responsible for the outburst, from previous experience, but was surprised that Hragnúr's old mother would be that outraged at something. She normally did not cause damage to inn property, instead contenting herself with verbal tirades. She must 'ave awaked cranky this morn', Morden mused to himself, brushing the incident out of his mind.

A few other members of the inn, however, seemed a little more worried by the interruption to the breakfast routine. Thorin leaned over to him and asked, “Does that happen often around here? It didn't seem to affect the cook very much.”

"Yes an' no, my friend. That would be the elderly mother of our brewmistress, and that old lady is prone now to outbursts. Something to do with a 'ard life in the past. But, 'tis strange that she took her anger out on the dishes t'day, in most cases she limits herself only to blows from her tongue. She must 'ave been in a moody spell t'day, but don't ya mind her, she'll most likely be quiet the rest o' the day."

Noticing that a young lady was now staring curiously up the stairs, Morden called to her, "That's just a poor elderly mother, who's losing her senses to the cruelty of time, I fear. I don't think ye'll be needing to worry about her, but if ya want to meet our brewmistress, she's up there with the old dwarfess. Maybe if ya help dear Hragnúr control her mother, she'll give ya a drink! But no, I'm only kidding ya. Ye can help her out if ye feels so inclined, but rest assured, somebody'll be up there to help in a minute anyway."

Morden turned back to Thorin, and asked, "Well, we've had some drink, do ye feel at all like breakfast, my friend?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Salena smith on April 07, 2009, 10:12:18 AM
    While starring up the staircase, a man's voice interrupted her thoughts,  "That's just a poor elderly mother, who's losing her senses to the cruelty of time, I fear. I don't think ye'll be needing to worry about her, but if ya want to meet our brewmistress, she's up there with the old dwarfess. Maybe if ya help dear Hragnúr control her mother, she'll give ya a drink! But no, I'm only kidding ya. Ye can help her out if ye feels so inclined, but rest assured, somebody'll be up there to help in a minute anyway."

 "Does she always act like that or is it just a special day today?" Laughing at her own joke. " I would help but I think its better if I not. I wouldn't want to intrude," exclaimed Salena. 

 The smell of food made her tummy growl in pain. "Is it possible to get a bit of scrub here, and maybe a place to rest my head for the night?" Asked Salena.     
 
 Every step she tooken felt more and more unbarable like walking on fire. She knew it wouldn't be long before she could put her feet up and have a wonderful dream of when her life was perfect. 
 Taking a seat Salena noticed the chairs were a wooden look and were harder and smaller then what she was used to but that was the fun of traveling she thought. She missed the smell of the rock against metel and the sweet taste of grandpa's cookin.     
 "Wow," she though, "my life has changed completely and yet I'm not very far into my journy."
 


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Foraste Lydan on April 09, 2009, 03:32:03 AM
Foraste finished writing down the layout of the warhammer and moved on to the staff. The brewmistress, the cooks, and the gambler plying his trade in the corner. He took a bite out of his sandwich and gave some of it to Thad, who nibbled it happily.

The dwarf playing a baroomith stopped with a flourish and Foraste made a quick footnote about dwarven instrumentalists. Hearing another dwarf explain the crash to the girl, Foraste put a warning about the crazy dwarfess in his notes an hope he would not be woken up at one in the morn like he had at the last tavern he ha been to.

The noise in the tavern grew as more customers arrived. Foraste sat back and wrote idly in his notebook while listening to the old dwarf talk a few tables away. A slight scuffing behind him brought him a little out of his daze, there hadn't been anyone sitting behind me, had there? A tap on his shoulder brought him completely back to earth. A voice said "Been keeping tabs on us?"

"Jitch" he sighed slowly as he turned cautiously. He saw the red haired Kasumarii assassin standing behind him. He pushed his chair away and stood up. "Of course not, I respect people's privacy. Unlike certain assassins."


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Isei Fenrir on April 09, 2009, 09:35:12 AM
Of course not, I respect people's privacy. Unlike certain assassins.  Isei smiled, he and Valric got that alot from ignorant people like this one, though it wasn't that far from true.  He wasn't an assassin, though he did have to kill often, he was an oppurtunist, a mercenary, and he didn't need to hide around and wait until an opponent wasn't looking to strike.  He was an Echiilianni warrior, he had been at least, and he had been one of the elite as well.  He had run a troupe of killers all across the Cyhalloi, killing everything from rogue's to orcs to sorcerers, and not once had any of his men struck from behind, the true Kasumarii warriors were beyond such petty tactics.  There was nothing like placing yourself in a situation in which you might not return, it was the ultimate rush, and assassination's didn't give that thrill.

He decided to play along with the man's beliefs, if he wanted Isei to be an assassin, he would be one.  "Watch your tongue, though you might not have to, a sneaky assassin like me might wonder in to your room while you sleep, and after an experience like that you wouldn't have a tongue to wag anymore."  He had no problem pulling an intimidation tactic on the man, who seemed to be more of a scribe or librarian than a warrior.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Foraste Lydan on April 10, 2009, 02:29:29 AM
Foraste bristled at the Echiiliani's smug grin. Had, he guessed wrong? Was this man not an assassin? What then, a mercenary, a spy, who else would be this suspicious? Foraste didn't trust paid killers no matter what their tactics were. He cursed himself for not keeping his sword off of his pack. The man spoke "Watch your tongue, though you might not have to, a sneaky assassin like me might wonder in to your room while you sleep, and after an experience like that you wouldn't have a tongue to wag anymore." Foraste burned at the threat, he felt a small voice in the back of his head telling him to think trained warrior against mediocre swordsman, not good odds.

No, Foraste would not back down from this warrior. "If you think that intimidating me into submission is going to work you 'ave another thing coming. I may be a scholar but I can still fight." He felt his left hand slowly reach for his hunting knife. "I don't want to fight, but I will if you threaten me again." Foraste hoped that the Kasumarii's invasion of privacy would not lead to blows.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Lucian on April 10, 2009, 11:34:08 AM
Lucian strode with confidence and pride into the bustling inn. He pushed the door forward without pausing, making it swing roughly with little effort. He stood just in front of that doorway for a moment, taking in his surroundings and the people inside. The fox had followed him in, but seemed more interested in socialising with the rather large Kodael across the room. Muttering something about the fox and her inability to listen to anything he says, he walked lightly across the well used floor and found a place at the end of the bar. He hunched forward and cracked the knuckles on his hands, bringing a slight glare from the people around him.

Lucian decided not to meet their eyes. It was only the morning, yes? It was not the time to be defensive… but it was the place. He bent even lower, only a plamspan away from having his nose pressed to the stained wood of the bench. Don’t think like that, don’t think like that. Praying usually did him little good, but common sense had decided to intervene, much to his appreciation.

It was not travel that had brought him here, no, he had done enough of that mindless chore. Apparently, there was someone here, in this town, with certain knowledge about a certain person who he had been ordered to… investigate. Travel could be the word he used for his reasons of coming to this faraway place, but it seemed to be a pointless and empty word to use. Travel. The word spells boredom and effort. Of course, it gave the occasional rush of something new and exciting, he thought with a dull and lifeless tone, but it usually consists of performing a series of tasks and spending a great deal of money in buying supplies, so that you can trek across the land just to say that you have been somewhere.

If it were up to me, I’d find a nice place in a wealthy town with wealthy people so that I could lighten their pockets and live comfortably on my own. Unfortunately, I hadn’t spent my entire life from the age of five doing nothing, so I have to make something of myself so that all those years wouldn’t have gone to waste. Besides, there was always money in killing. Surely I’d make my fortune in no time at all.

Unfortunately, Lucian’s life was not something he had control over. Orders being sent from here and there often shipped him across the land to spend time in one place one day, and another the next. He might dream of running away to that particularly wealthy town with particularly wealthy people, but both he and his superiors knew that that was never going to happen. Instead, he was sitting at a bar with all kinds of people around him, wondering where in the world he was supposed to find the information he needed so that he could move onto the next job somewhere else.

A sharp yap drew Lucian’s attention back to the real world, and he noticed that his fox, Leigh, had not succeeded in making friends with that elfess’ pet. “Leigh,”  he grumbled loudly, getting out of his chair, “get over here. Now.” The fox and the dog paused. She had her paw, raised and at the ready to playfully scratch the larger canine, but he did not seem too keen about the idea. She dropped her dark coloured leg to the ground and slowly walked towards her master, her face held a sulky glare, filled with the longing of turning around to go back to provoking that dog. Lucian kept his arm pointed to the empty space beside him, and the fox sat down on that mark. “Stay,” was all he said, before taking a look around the room at some curious faces.

His gaze fell over a particular character, sitting next to a smaller boy who, he imagined, was his son. There was something about the older man. It was something that he knew of very well, but couldn’t place his finger on it. The red hair, blue eyes, the light skin. He finally recognised the man. How could he not? Lucian knew a fellow Kar-ii when he saw one. Or at least, he should know. Why then, did this man have blazing red hair, if his son had heir the colour of snow? Lucian’s curiosity bubbled inside him, and he pleaded with himself to go and sit at that table and shoot questions at the man, but he shoved the idea aside. If this man was an assassin, well, that may not go very well.

Thinking it would be better to leave the man and boy alone, Lucian made his way back to his seat, ordering for the fox to follow him.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Airyn on April 10, 2009, 03:53:41 PM
What in the world? Airyn looked up at the waitress with alarm. She could not remember whatever it was that she had been dreaming about, but she knew that it would have something to do with the sea. Most of her dreams lately had had something to do with the sea, and every one of them had haunted her thoughts during the day, showing flashes of images or causing her to feel certain emotions, though nothing had been said or done for them to occur. Others called them nightmares, but the elfess merely told them to mind their own business and to let her deal with whatever it was on her own.

Now this dwarf was looking impatient, and the elfess could see why; there had been a few calls to her since Airyn woke, and she was waiting for the girl to make her order so that she could go and serve her customers. Airyn smiled sheepishly and cast her eyes downwards. She couldn’t think of a thing to order, but she knew that her stomache had developed a painful ache and was impatiently grumbling for something to eat. She just said the first thing that had come to her mind, not even caring what it was made of. “Just a sandwich, please?” She asked, watching the dwarf write on her parchment and walk away.

She had tried to think of something more original to order, but she still had that dazed feeling one had after waking from sleep. Her eyes still felt somewhat fuzzy, and her head was spinning. Airyn groaned softly when she noticed that there were a few newcomers in the tavern. She wondered what they would have seen when they saw her sleeping; she was probably hanging half over the back of the chair with her mouth opened in quite an unladylike fashion.

When the elfess felt that she was seeing a little clearer, she dared to look around the room. No one, it seemed had taken any notice. She sighed thankfully, and bent down to scratch behind the ear of the dog at her feet, who was now staring lazily up at her.

A cheerful voice attracted Airyn’s attention, and she found that an old man was trying to speak with her and the other elfess across the room, though it seemed that she had not noticed. Her head was turned slightly, and her eyes were staring as if she were deep in thought; oblivious to the world. He had sat down across from her, sporting a rather jovial smile. Airyn tried her best to return the gesture, but her smile appeared quite half-hearted compared to his joyous expression.

He waved the staff he was holding and cleared his throat – a bit of an odd sound to hear after just waking up, but the elfess tried to be as friendly as possible. Still feeling a little dazed, she only understood his words a few moments after he had started to speak. “…Morn’ lasses… fine eating…” was all se managed to hear, before something rather heavy fell on her foot and brought her to her senses. She quickly looked under the table to find that Sage had decided to lay all of his weight onto one of her feet, making it his place to start going to sleep. She ignored the numbing sensation in her right leg, and continued to listen to this man’s story…

“Ya know, those dogs remind me of some of the uns I seen at the market just a week or two ago. Funny thing, those market dogs. They was fer hunting, methinks, and of a gud size. Fierce, too, but one of 'em seemed to have a little queer side to him. He was a yelping out alouder than the rest, which mad a terr'bul racket, and he seemed quite friendly. Seemed, mind ye. That was when one of the farm lads, coming in with a wagonful of food, mostly mushrooms, I thinks, ya mushrooms. Anyway, this boy he sees the dogs and he decides to himself that he'll greet that queer loud one. Friendly looking, he was. The dog, that is. Though the boy looked pretty friendly, too, I s'pose. But by any rate, this boy came a'greeting this dog all cheerful like, ya know, and then the funniest thing happened. Oh yes, the funniest..."

She began to smile, trying to imagine this man’s reaction to the yelping of one of the dogs. She leaned forward and held her head in her hands. This man had certainly turned her morning around. The elfess had never discovered the knack for storytelling, but this man here somehow had. She was never bored when there was a tale to tell, and even the description of a dog and a boy at a marketplace was something that held her interest. She raised her eyebrows and waited for him to continue, smiling sweetly and ignoring the loud crash that had come from upstairs…


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Isei Fenrir on April 11, 2009, 09:08:56 AM
If you think that intimidating me into submission is going to work you 'ave another thing coming. I may be a scholar but I can still fight.  Isei smiled even wider, then the man said, I don't want to fight, but I will if you threaten me again.  A scholar, that's what the man said he was, but he didn't seem very scholarly, generally scholars didn't come to taverns and drink, he didn't think they would anyway, alcohol hindered the thought process, and that didn't seem like something a scholar would want.
 
"A scholar generally doesn't pick a fight, and they certainly wouldn't make assumptions.  After all, they want the truth behind things, not what they think is the truth."  Isei knew that if this man was a fighter at all, then he was very amateur.  People who weren't proficient always respond to a possible threat with more threats, where a true warrior could simply ignore the threat.  True warriors didn't waste time with unimportant battles. "Oh," he added, "You should stay your left hand, if not, I'll cut it off before you can get that knife out of it's sheath."

He looked away from the 'scholar' for a second and saw a man walk in with a fox.  The man was certainly a Kasumarii, but he looked familiar for some reason, as if he was an old friend from the Cyhalloi, though Isei hadn't had any real friends outside of his troupe.  This man though, maybe he was the brother of someone in Isei's troupe, maybe he was someone related to Valric.  Isei couldn't deny his curiosity, he would have to speak to the man eventually.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Leilani Nakai'ewalu on April 11, 2009, 01:24:14 PM
Once it appeared that everyone had placed their orders, Leilani spoke up. "Just a water and soup for now please." Lucas sat up and licked at the palm of her hand, nudging his wet nose against her fingers. "Oh, I'm sorry. Make that two waters." She faced the direction the Dwarf's voice had come from though her eyes remained lifeless and unfocused.

A comforting sound barely heard over the gentle hum of voices was the soft crackle of the embers in the hearth. The fire warmed her face, bringing a slightly pink tint to the curve of her cheek. Suddenly she noticed how chilled her toes and fingers were. Instinctively she had the urge to move closer to the warmth, huddle close and relax. However, she remained where she sat, for the same reason she chose the first averaged sized table she came to. Not knowing the layout of this tavern, maneuvering safely from one side to the other was rather difficult. She could easily avoid running into the patrons, for even when sitting silent and still Leilani could hear the rhythmic hush of their breathing. She could detect the sounds and smells of a person, but inanimate objects were her worry. Best to quit while you're ahead, so she didn't move.

It was then that she heard the shuffling of feet moving closer to her table before the owner of those feet seated himself at the table where a woman was sitting. She was young and while her guess was elvish, it was possible that she could have been human, for even while sitting in a chair her voice came from higher than the Dwarf's.

"Good morn', lasses, I hope ye be enjoyin' the tavern. Good fine eating they have here, and the ale be even better. I were just thinking, I were, as I strolled to this fine table, as to what pretty ladies ye be, with such pretty dogs besides ya. Ya know, those dogs remind me of some of the uns I seen at the market just a week or two ago. Funny thing, those market dogs. They was fer hunting, methinks, and of a gud size. Fierce, too, but one of 'em seemed to have a little queer side to him. He was a yelping out alouder than the rest, which mad a terr'bul racket, and he seemed quite friendly. Seemed, mind ye. That was when one of the farm lads, coming in with a wagonful of food, mostly mushrooms, I thinks, ya mushrooms. Anyway, this boy he sees the dogs and he decides to himself that he'll greet that queer loud one. Friendly looking, he was. The dog, that is. Though the boy looked pretty friendly, too, I s'pose. But by any rate, this boy came a'greeting this dog all cheerful like, ya know, and then the funniest thing happened. Oh yes, the funniest..." 

She turned in her chair to face him, folding her hands in her lap. Though her eyes weren't any larger than average, the solid red hue made them appear big and slightly out of place set against such pale blue skin. It wasn't unusual for people to find themselves staring, but this Dwarf's attention didn't seem to linger at her face for any longer than was polite.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Galthas on April 12, 2009, 03:38:27 AM
A fat dwarf lumbered through the tunnels of the dwarven city, his jet black hair matted to his head with sweat in the spring humidity. In his hand he held what appeared to be a ball of brown fur, but was actually his Wilderon cat, Almond. Ugh, he thought, why can it not be winter all the time? After a few more huffs of breath and staggering footsteps, he found the sign that said The Kann Kemruhnt and almost collapsed with relief.

He stumbled up to the door of the tavern and fell into it as it opened. As soon as he entered the familiar tavern he collapsed into a rock chair next to a table that two other dwarves were sitting at. He dropped the fur ball in his hand onto the table, and the cat immediately began stretching its legs, only to lay back down as Galthas began petting her behind her ear. Lass, he yelled to the barmaid, I'll hav a san'wich with pig an' an apple ale, if ya don' mind. Glancing back down at the animal he was petting, he added, An' a water. He fumbled in his pouch for money and grasped ten sans, which he laid on the edge of the table for the woman to get when she brought his food.

Now, he turned back to the dwarves he was sitting with and adressed them. Largas, Bythan, how ya doin' lads? he said as he grasped one of Largas's hands with both of his.

Not sa good, said Bythan, as he smiled and petted Almond, Lori's sick, an' the healer don' know what she's got.

Hmph, grunted Galthas. Thinking of the small, blonde girl shivering in a bed with the fever almost made him sick to his stomach. Wat business he got bein' a healer then? A'll av a look at 'er after a've rested here fer a bit. Then the server brought the food and took the money. Thanks, muttered Galthas before he took a large gulp of ale and tore a piece off his sandwich for Almond to eat. Then he poured some of the water into a dish and began vorociously eating his sandwich. Things any better wit you Larg? he managed to get out between bites.

Eh, same as always, sighed the blonde dwarf sitting beside Bythan. Good business 'is month, but had a fire 'at took most uh the money to compensate fer.

By the time he had finished his story, Galthas had finished his sandwich and was gulping up his last bit of ale. Well, he sighed as he rubbed his stomach, we'd better git to yer lass, Byth, afor that idiot healer poisons 'er. Keep an eye on Almond will ya, Larg, we'll only be a little while. He scratched his brown cat's head one more time and saw a nod from Largas before he and the red-haired dwarf Bythan exited the tavern, bound for Bythan's cave.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Galthas on April 12, 2009, 10:26:00 AM
The door to the tavern opened again, to reveal a sweating and huffing Galthas, alone, back from Bythan's house. He moved slowly over to the table he left before and sat down again, facing the glare of his friend Largas. An apple ale an' a bowl of doch nuts, if ya don' mind, he yelled to the server, as he pulled his cat into his lap and started to pet her, muttering Good girl, good Almond. He then looked up and noticed the look of scorn on his friend's usually jolly face, and then asked suspiciously Wat's yer problem, Larg?

Ya was gone fer more than a while, Gal, he said as he got up and began pulling his knapsack across his shoulder, Hrom'nig's gonna be livid. He rubbed Almond's ear one more time before walking toward the door as Galthas gave the barmaid who brought his food five sans and a smile.

Galthas popped a nut into his mouth and took a sip of ale before he told the leaving Largas, Ah, she'll git over it, and tell 'er a'll 'ave ya home by uh more reason'ble time next time.

As he was opening the door, Largas turned around and quickly said, Oh, I forgot, how'd it go, 's Lori gonna be okay?

Don' worry, Galthas reassured his friend, jus' a bad cold, she'll be fine by thuh end of the week. He waved goodbye to his friend and looked down into his cat's loving eyes, returning Almond's look of admiration. He popped a few more nuts and drank about half his ale while petting the little brown animal before turning around and looking around the tavern for someone to talk to. After a while of not finding any of his friends, he gave up and reached into his knapsack for his new medical journal and began reading it. He was aware of a thumping noise and screaming in the second floor of the tavern, and was thinking that whoever it was should really keep it down.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Foraste Lydan on April 15, 2009, 06:55:42 AM
"A scholar generally doesn't pick a fight, and they certainly wouldn't make assumptions.  After all, they want the truth behind things, not what they think is the truth." Foraste knew he had gotten in too deep. Cabal this, why do I always have to be as stubborn as an ox? Foraste had bluffed and failed. Now it was time to patch up his folly with his head still attached.  "Oh. You should stay your left hand, if not, I'll cut it off before you can get that knife out of it's sheath." His hand snapped back to his side Now was the time to stop.

"Alright you called me, I'm not much of a scholar or a fighter. I'm just stubborn that's all. I'm not writing about you in my notebook, just this tavern. I'll be leaving as soon as a finish anyway. It looks like you have better things to do than quarrel with me so I wont waste your time anymore." Foraste hoped that he had'nt totally ruined his reputation as a learned man.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Isei Fenrir on April 15, 2009, 11:33:54 AM
Alright you called me, I'm not much of a scholar or a fighter. I'm just stubborn that's all. I'm not writing about you in my notebook, just this tavern. I'll be leaving as soon as a finish anyway. It looks like you have better things to do than quarrel with me so I wont waste your time anymore.  Isei smiled, he had gotten what he wanted out of the man.  Though he normally wasn't one who liked to be right, though it was never a bad feeling, this time it gave him a little satisfaction.  Mostly he just didn't like idle threats and liars, but this man was now honest, so he had nothing wrong with him anymore.

"Fret not," Isei said, "I was never planning on attacking, unless you attempted to strike at me.  You have to understand, in an occupation such as mine, catiousness is the greatest asset to have.  When you see someone in a tavern doing what seems to be writing about you you generally want to make sure they are not doing so with malicious intent.  Forgive me for my threatening appearance, I was merely making sure I had covered my tracks well."  He was sure the man would be more than willing to accept his apology, it would probably come as more of a relief than anything.  Once more he gave a quick apology, saying, "Again, I'm sorry if I scared you,", then he left the man.

He made his way back over to Valric, who was contentedly drinking his hearthberry juice.  "Sorry about that, I was just checking to make sure we weren't compromised," he paused and looked back to the other Kasumarii in the tavern, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you again for a minute, there is something that is interesting me at the moment."  Valric simply nodded in reply, and Isei began his way over to the Ka'rii.



Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Hragnúr Pakthroon on April 15, 2009, 10:41:33 PM
Well, it had taken some minutes, but Hragnúr had finally managed to clean up the mess her mother had made. The elder dwarfess did not seem to want to come out of her bad mood, so Hragnúr decided it would be best to leave her alone for a while. That was the odd thing about Hragnúr's mother, Jynée: she could be as angry as Trum-Barol's hammer at one hour of the day, and as sweet as a fairy-mouse the next hour. It was always a guessing game for Hragnúr as she tried to take care of Jynée. Hargnúr's mother had never been the same since...well, that was the past, and there was no use brooding. With a kind word to her mother, Hragnúr returned to the main room of the tavern.

She thought very seriously about having another ale, but hesitated as she had already had one not long ago this morning. She could not make up her mind on the matter, so she decided that she'd let someone else make up her mind for her. She lumbered over to the table at which the gambler, Pragnék, sat fiddling with a few cards. "Pragnék," Hrangúr began, "I be of a flounderin' mind this morn', and I can't make it up on an issue. So play a few rounds of Astragals with me, would ye? If me luck runs well, I'll have a drink, and you can have one as well if ye want. But if me luck runs dry, then I'll keep dry 'til lunchtime. Maybe. Close to lunchtime, by any rate. Heh...well, why don't ye pull out yer bones, and let's see if the Stone Father's favor be on me this morn'."

Pragnék considered her proposal, and agreed. "But," he called out to no one in particular, projecting his comment out into the room, "I hates t'play with only one person, makes the game too simple methinks. Nah, I like a good challenge, some excitement. Any here up for a roll of the bones? Does yah think good fortune's afollowing ya? Well, if yah think that yer god be favoring yah t'day (beggin' yer pardon, Stone Father, I have'ta acknowledge ther beliefs of others. Good business, and all), well then, come play. Don't keep poor old Hragnúr waiting here by herself. Besides, she wagering drinks today, ha!"

Hragnúr was somewhat chagrined that the gambler decided to try and include the whole tavern in their game, and that he had extending her offer of a drink to everyone else. But it would seem grumpy and unfriendly of her to contradict his offer, so she sat silent. She turned a little in her chair to survey the tavern, trying to see who might be the ones brave enough to take up the gambler's challenge.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Thorin Broadfist on April 16, 2009, 10:11:47 AM
"Yes an' no, my friend. That would be the elderly mother of our brewmistress, and that old lady is prone now to outbursts. Something to do with a 'ard life in the past. But, 'tis strange that she took her anger out on the dishes t'day, in most cases she limits herself only to blows from her tongue. She must 'ave been in a moody spell t'day, but don't ya mind her, she'll most likely be quiet the rest o' the day." Thorin glanced back towards the stairway where the noise that Morden had just explained the source of had come from. Apparently Thorin wasn't the only one more than a little worried about the sound as Morden had just begun to explain the situation to a newcomer, a young lady who looked like she had been walking for at least the past few hours.

Thorin drained his mug as Morden turned back to him and asked, "Well, we've had some drink, do ye feel at all like breakfast, my friend?" Knowing that such an establishment that served this good of ale would boast just as good food, Thorin replied, "Aye, that sounds like a fine idea. I hope they have an ample supply, I'm famished!" He called out to the server that they would like some breakfast, and a bit more ale. Thorin relaxed back into his chair as he thought about the man and the boy that he thought he should recognize. "They just have a look that I know I've seen before but I just can't place them... Thorin's eyes widened as it dawned on him. "By Trum-Baroll's beard..." He leaned over towards Morden, "My friend, do you see that man with the red hair, and that boy with the white hair. They're Kasumarii." Thorin reached for his mug, only to find it empty. "Blast! The time I need a drink and I've finished it already." He tried to calm himself some while he waited for more ale, but his nerves were not yet ready to comply.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Firstflame, Warm/Humid
Post by: Morden Peshirgolz on April 17, 2009, 10:22:45 PM
Galkhirril

Galkhirril, after some minutes, finally came to the conclusion of his long winded tale. He even managed to end it with a good moral, telling the two elven ladies that one should "never get ta think too much of yerself; and always be laughing in life," he said as he winked to them. The tale seemed to have had a good effect on the two women. Well, thought the old dwarf, that was the trouble of telling the tale. A good audience always made Galkhirril especially happy. Since these two strangers had turned out to be so attentive to him, Galkhirril had become curious about them.

"Tell me, lasses, a small bit about yerselves, will ye? Where does ya come from, what brings here to Tyr Donian, and where did ye both get such lovely animals to keep ya company? And mind ye, I'm awanting to hear the story of these matters, and don't be afraid, I like a long story. As if ya couldn't tell that one already!" He chuckled to himself as he expectantly glanced from one of their faces to the other.



Morden

Morden had been sitting, eating the breakfast that had just been placed before he and Thorin, when he noticed the two men conversing in the corner of the tavern. One had dark red hair, and the other was a slight man, who seemed like he was a little on the weak side. The two men were talking sharpply to one another, and it looked as if a fight might be about to break out. Something, however, that the red-haired man said seemed to caused the weaker man to suddenly back off.

When another man, this one with snow-white hair, walked into the tavern, the same red-haired man began walking towards the newcomer's table. Morden wondered what this guy could be up to, for he seemed to be making some trouble. Any sort of fight was really the last thing anybody wanted at the tavern, especially while the morning was still young. It was then that Morden noticed that his friend, Thorin, had become much more nervous. "By Trum-Baroll's beard...My friend, do you see that man with the red hair, and that boy with the white hair. They're Kasumarii." Thorin seemed very upset by the presence of the man, and this served to arouse Morden's suspicion further.

Morden stood up, and walked across the tavern to catch a word with the man. He just needed to be sure that he wasn't in a mood to cause trouble. The man was ahead of him, and would reach the newcomer's table before Morden did. Morden hoped that the man would not pull anything rash in the span of time it took Morden to catch up to him. Sure, it was only a few seconds, but how long did it really take to start a fight? Moments, that was all. Morden called out to him, "Ho! Ya fire-haired man, there! Might I be having a word with you?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Lucian on April 22, 2009, 06:33:31 PM
He sat back on the stool and ordered the fox to stay beside him. “How much for some water?” he asked anyone who happened to be listening at the time. Lucian shrugged out of the backpack and placed it on his other side. He wriggled his shoulders and circled his neck and, after hearing the satisfying crack of the vertebrae, he untied the strap that was holding the Moonblade to his back and let it fall to the floor beside the backpack.

He was then aware of two people crossing words. He turned in his seat to identify them quickly. There was a young looking man; a scholar it, seemed, from the scroll and quill in his hands. His suspicious-faced companion was the intriguing Kar-ii he had seen earlier, and it didn’t seem like he appreciated whatever it was the scholar was saying. However, the argument, if one can call this pleasant exchange of words such a name, was calm and polite. Lucian’s heart sank a little; he would have looked forward to a good show.

Lucian was suddenly aware that the Kar-ii with the flame-coloured hair was making his way across the room, in his direction. He straightened his back and braced himself, staring deeply into the Kar-ii’s eyes as he walked further forward. There was then a call from someone, somewhere in the room. They demanded this man’s attention, and Lucian was all too happy to let him wander off in response. Lucian frowned, once again trying to rid himself of the yearning for something exciting and dangerous to happen.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Salena smith on April 23, 2009, 12:17:21 AM
   While sitting at the bar Salena notice many travelers enter the tavern. "This place is well known," she thought to herself.  Salena brought herself to pick up her tired body and move to a table near the far wall. "Wouldn't want to be in the way if anyone wanted to stir up some trouble," noticing a man walking strong toward the man that entered.

  "Ma'am could I get some water to drench my thirst?" Asked Salena while putting three sans on the table, hoping it was enough.  Looking around the room and seeing everyone in their own world, wheither its talking to someone or just sitting by themselves, Salena felt totally comfortable.

The smell of the fire and picturing a nice warm bed almost put Salena to sleep but the eccense of people around quickly tore her from the dream world.
 


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Galthas on April 24, 2009, 08:39:00 AM
Galthas closed the heavy, leather-bound book he was reading and swept a bit of hair behind his ear that had come out. He took his old glasses off and started rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I'ma gettin' too ol' for me own good," he muttered under his breath. Opening his eyes and letting them readjust to the light of the tavern, he looked down to find his brown-haired cat had dozed off to sleep. He turned around, thinking he needed to find a bit of interaction with some of the other tavern partons.

He saw one dwarf, the one called Morden, walking after a Kasumarii, who was walking like a man on a warpath toward another Kasumarii. Ugh, a fight, he thought to himself, I really hope not. Eventually, his eyes settled on two dwarves, one a woman with light brown hair and the other the joyful Pragnek, playing a game of dice. He looked down at his beloved pet and thought it best not to wake her up. Grunting as he stood up, as his locked-up joints liked it better in the chair, he started toward the table.

He lumbered over to the table with the dice game going on and sat down heavily on a seat beside the dwarfess he thought was called Hragnur. "I seem to 'member you sayin' some'ing 'bout inviting others to ya game," he said to the gambler, "Ah'm a little bored over there by maself." He motioned to the table he had formerly been sitting at, before asking enthusiastically with a twinkle in his eye, "So, mates, how much's the bet?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Deklitch Hardin on April 25, 2009, 10:58:46 AM
A red haired human youth, on the verge of adulthood, enters the tavern. His grey eyes scan the room quickly, noting the dwarves, humans, elves and any other races that are present. Limping slightly, he walks further into the tavern, still feeling the effects of a recent injury. He is wearing a brightly coloured shirt, leather pants and a cloak over the top of the shirt and pants. A pair of shoes are on his feet.

Different to what I'm used to, he thinks to himself, his thoughts turning to the Black Butterfly Rovers almost instantly. With those thoughts come a sigh, the youth wishing he was able to perform already, it had been 3 weeks now since that last injury, he feels in himself he is right to perform again, but others, others amongst the Rovers who 'knew better' said no. It was the Rovers who sent him here to Tyr Donain to find an audience for their next show and he was determined to do so, and, who knows, Dek might even have a bit of fun while he's here, he thinks to himself.

Dek walks towards the bar, uncertain what to do in such places. This was his first time to strike out on his own, and definitely his first time in a tavern, the sights, smells and sounds were disturbing him slightly, being, as he was used to the outdoors.

Any chance of getting something to drink, Dek asked the dwarf behind the bar, his cloak and shirt moving slightly and revealing his black butterfly tattoo.  Dek made no attempt to cover it up ... 'why should I', Dek thinks, 'it is who I am.'


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Foraste Lydan on April 29, 2009, 07:34:46 PM
"Don't Fret," the Kasumarii's apology was succinct and soon Foraste was sitting on his own again. That was too close. Foraste always managed to get himself into arguments, but not always out of them. He finished his ale in one scorching gulp and got up from the table.

He walked up to the now crowed bar, the smells of food cooking caressed his nose as he got closer, the collection of drinks was significant, and looking at the menu so was the food. The gambler extended an invitation too all of the customers about gambling, the offer sounded good; but Foraste's meager supply of coins was too small to waste.

Foraste continued upstairs for a survey of the rooms. Most of them had dwarf-sized beds but a few were larger. He turned around to return to the main body of the tavern just as a red haired boy entered the tavern, he looked like fellow erpheronian.

Glad to see people from so far away also in the tavern Foraste continued down the steps and over to the bar, there he was joined by a content looking Thad carrying a bit of bread. Foraste turned and looked back into the tavern and sat down. The crowd had grown much larger and the tavern was booming with activity.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Hragnúr Pakthroon on April 29, 2009, 10:29:08 PM
"So, mates, how much's the bet?"

"Well, there lad, thank'ee for a'coming to meet me little challenge," smiled Pragnék, the gambler. "The bet can be whatever ye wish to chance," he began, adding quickly after a sharp glance from Hragnúr, "but I usually limit the bet's to five sans on any round." He looked around the tavern slyly, while raising his voice ever so subtly, "I do usually like to play with a larger group o'persons," he turned to Galthas and lowered his voice again, "but no reason the three of us can't get started right away."

Just then, Hragnúr noticed the young boy that had entered the tavern and walked to the bar. "Any chance of getting something to drink?" Hragnúr excused herself from the table for the moment and walked over to the bar, "I be in charge of the drinking 'bout here, lad. Ya age seems a bit too tender for, if ya don't mind me saying, so I'll offer ye some water or Hearthberry juice. Water is free for ye first glass, and the juice be 3 sans." She paused to let the boy answer, and took a moment to scutinize his appearance more closely. His bright red hair made him stand out from your usual customer, and he had been limping slightly. Kinda like ol' Morden over there, she thought, just without being so old, I wonder why he limps.

She noted the tattoo that was on his shoulder, one of a black butterfly. "I see ya be a Rover, lad, ya must be well-traveled. Are ya fellows in town? It's been a time since I saw a Rover show. Some dwarves don't like the Rover, since they can be troublesome, and we don't take kindly to stealing," she stared piercedly at him, before winking and continuing, "but I've always enjoyed seeing ya shows. Only seen it twice before in me life, though. But at any rate, I'll get ya drink for ye, if ye'll tell me what ye want."

As Hragnúr was taking care of the new customer, Pragnék was explaining the game to Galthas. "Now see, lad, this be the game o'Astragals, played with the bones of two sheep's ankles. Six numbers be on each bone and ye'll roll like so," with a flourish he tossed the bones onto the table, "and if the great Stone Father be smiling on ya today, ye'll earn a fair share o'money. As soon as good ol' Hragnúr comes back, we'll roll. The first to roll all the numbers of the bones, 2 through 12, wins. What be yer bet, lad?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Deklitch Hardin on April 30, 2009, 05:27:38 AM
Dek started when Hragnúr spoke to him.

"I be in charge of the drinking 'bout here, lad. Ya age seems a bit too tender for, if ya don't mind me saying, so I'll offer ye some water or Hearthberry juice. Water is free for ye first glass, and the juice be 3 sans."

Dek considered her words as he thought Milon always told me to try Hearthberry juice, he was about to reply, but instead endured her inspection of him, and then the questions came.

"I see ya be a Rover, lad, ya must be well-traveled. Are ya fellows in town? It's been a time since I saw a Rover show. Some dwarves don't like the Rover, since they can be troublesome, and we don't take kindly to stealing," she stared piercedly at him, before winking and continuing, "but I've always enjoyed seeing ya shows. Only seen it twice before in me life, though. But at any rate, I'll get ya drink for ye, if ye'll tell me what ye want."

"You are right, I am too young to have anything other than water or Hearthberry juice. Milon told me I should try Hearthberry juice sometime, so I'll have that," Dek replied, reaching into his pocket for the three sans. Then, he spoke again, "yes, I'm a Rover. The others are stopped outside of town. They sent me in to see if anyone wanted to come and watch us perform. I'm trained as a gymnast. Although I won't be performing here, I'm still injured from a training accident. I have another week or two to go, before I can perform again. My name is Dek, and I won't steal anything from you."

Dek smiled as he said that and waited for his Hearthberry juice.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Jenna Silverbirch on May 01, 2009, 05:27:13 AM
It was a humid day, and Jenna Silverbirch enjoyed the heat and the stroll through the forest, ascending the slope to Tyr Donain. Though I’ll be glad to take this damn pack off she thought, hefting her awkward, bulging backpack further onto her back to try and stop the straps chafing her shoulders any more than they already were. She might be taller than most hobbits, and far more agile, but the rocky terrain was hard on her feet.
“Morning, lad” a dwarf trudging down from the city greeted her. She smiled back, not bothering to correct him. With her short hair and man’s clothing at first glance it was easy to mistake her for a boy, although looking more closely her face was undeniably feminine. Besides, she preferred it that way. A wandering male hobbit wasn’t as unusual as a wandering female one.

Soon the mouth of the underground city opened in front of her, and as she strode into the tunnel, stepping aside for the odd cart trundling along the track, she couldn’t help but think of her old family hobbit hole. It was deeply comforting to be back underground, surrounded and protected by the earth. She began to smile, and hummed a tune in time with her step. Her smile split into a grin as she saw the tavern she’d been told of, a little ramshackle perhaps, but somehow cheerful-looking.

As the hobbit girl entered the Kann Kemruhnt’s firelit room, she almost cried out with joy. The place looked perfect! There were plenty of patrons, even at this time, and such a mix of people - as many humans as there were dwarves, two elven women and quite possibly the oldest dwarf she’d ever seen. So many people, so many potential stories. She decided to seat herself on an empty table built for smaller proportions near the back, where she had a good view of all the tavern. That was another comfort. It was satisfying to see big folk looking uncomfortable and out of place in a world on a smaller scale to theirs, after spending so long living in their giant world, overlooked and rarely taken seriously.

She shrugged out of her pack, sighing in relief, and massaged her raw shoulders. Catching the eye of nearby dwarf who seemed to be taking orders, she smiled at the pleasant-seeming woman and said: “Could I get an ale, please? Something dwarvish. I’m sure you know the best brews.” Then, remembering her pitiful breakfast earlier that morning, added “And something to eat. Anything with fish.” In the comforting tavern atmosphere Jenna was lost in memories of her homeland, between the seas, and suddenly craved some good, rich seafood.

The order placed she settled back against her chair -a chair that actually fits me for once!- digging around in her pack for her long clay pipe and smokeweed. Her supplies of the weed were rapidly dwindling. Well, I’ll have a smoke now and see about buying more ‘weed later. I’m sure there’ll be a dwarf here to sell me some more, she thought. I might even be able to afford real pipeweed! Her pipe lit, she puffed contentedly for a few minutes, trying to decide which of the patrons looked most intriguing. That elf woman with the alarming red eyes? Or the ancient dwarf, or the dwarvish giant approaching that red-haired man? Not too far from her, three dwarves were beginning some game with marked bones. I’m always so careful with my sans, she thought I’ve got plenty to spare. And I’m sure these dwarves would take kinder to me if I were to drink and gamble and play their games. She decided to take a chance for a change and join the game when she’d eaten, but for the moment, enjoyed the flavour of her pipe smoke and rested her tired feet on another small chair.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Airyn on May 01, 2009, 09:06:44 PM
The dwarf’s tale had drawn to a close, and the elfess found herself in higher spirits than she had been in only minutes ago. Here he was, a dwarf whom she had never even laid eyes on before, who had been friendly enough to tell her and the other woman a story in the hopes of bringing a smile to their faces. Well, he had certainly done that, as the elfess could not control the corners of her mouth – they seemed to lift all on their own.

Next, the old dwarf was giggling to himself, and looking from the elven lady and her dog to Airyn and her own. "Tell me, lasses, a small bit about yerselves, will ye? Where does ya come from, what brings here to Tyr Donian, and where did ye both get such lovely animals to keep ya company? And mind ye, I'm awanting to hear the story of these matters, and don't be afraid, I like a long story. As if ya couldn't tell that one already!"

Airyn looked over to the elfess, who seemed to be lost to her thoughts for a moment. She hesitated, before straightening her back, rolling her stiff shoulders, and looking into the dwarf’s eyes. “Well,” she began, her voice shaking slightly with nerves. “I was born in Nybelmar; I am an elf of the Kay’rrhem. I don’t suppose you’ve heard of them, have you? See, my father was an air mage, and he was raised in Xaramon. When I grew older, I too had an interest in magic, and my father suggested that I study at the same school that he did.” She laughed, forgetting her sudden tension. “There is much more to that story, but I’m afraid we will have to wait for another time. Now, I went to Xaramon and did my schooling in the area of water magic. I had always had a fascination with water and with ice, and I simply could not deny the opportunity to travel and to follow my dream.  When I returned all those years later, I found that I missed the city too much to stay in the forests of Nybelmar. I love my home, and miss it terribly, but something inside of me grew so adventurous and attached itself to the wonder of Santhala. Have you ever been to Xaramon?”

The elfess paused, waiting for the great mass of information to register with the dwarf and the elfess, if she was listening. She figured that it probably sounded more like rambling and babble rather than a story, but storytelling was never her best skill. In fact, she did a rather hideous job at trying to tell a tale, and only hoped that the dwarf had not tired of her tiresome recount of events.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Pline on May 02, 2009, 04:52:58 AM
Pline wandered down into the tunnel from the outside of the mountain. At least it was well lit, he thought to himself as he meandered down into the belly of the mountain. He was footsore and roadweary, and it would be nice to be able to sleep under a better roof than the nearest bush or tree (though even those had been few and far between in this province.) The door of the inn within the trading post proclaimed "Kann Kemruhnt". Pline didn't know any Thergerim, but it seemed a decent enough establishment. He rested his stick on one shoulder and opened the door to walk into the tavern. At least, he thought, the rain couldn't fall on him if he got kicked out here.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Thorin Broadfist on May 03, 2009, 11:02:15 AM
Thorin downed the mug that had just been placed in front of him in mere moments. He wasn't sure whether or not he'd need another, but he signaled for one anyway. As he wiped foam from his beard, he watched Morden approach the Kasumarii with the fiery hair. Thorin stood, intending to get some air, when the thought that a fight or something could happen came. He sat back down and checked to see that his hammer could be pulled from his belt if need be.

He glanced around the room to see if anything else of consequence might happen and noticed that there seemed to be a gambling game going on. "Hm, been awhile since I gambled last. It's a shame I don't have near enough sans for a good wager." It was then that Thorin saw another flame haired human enter the bar. But this one was different, he was much younger. He seemed to be no more than lad that was about to become a man(by human standards). Thorin noticed that he walked with a limp much the same as Morden did, if not as obvious. As he made his way to the bar, Thorin saw that the human who had been writing was on his way out. "Well, not every tavern suits the tastes of every patron. Hm, what's that? Oh, just the door." A smile spread across his face as the hobbit made 'his' way to a table near the back. "I always did enjoy the company of hobbits. I'll have to go over to say hello some time. I wonder if 'he' has some pipeweed..." As Thorin thought about the joy of smoking that he so rarely experienced, the door interrupted his thoughts once again as yet another newcomer entered.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Pline on May 03, 2009, 11:37:33 AM
Pline, scanning the floor of the inn the feyling noticed another halfling in the room. Deciding he could wait to perform until after he'd had something to eat, Pline wandered over to a table near this halfling. At first glance, he'd mistaken them for a man, but on closer inspection, it was a woman, short cut hair, perhaps trying to pass as a man but a woman none the less. There were subtle details, and you had to learn to read people if you wanted to get anywhere simply telling stories. The slightly finer features were the least of it, but Pline decided if it wasn't an issue, he wouldn't make it one and walked over to her table. "Would you mind if I joined you?" he said jovially.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Jenna Silverbirch on May 05, 2009, 01:52:02 AM
"Would you mind if I joined you?"
The cheerful voice sounded just as Jenna’s pipe had all but burnt out. Puffing at the last curls of smoke, she looked up into the face of very tall, very gangly hobbit- at least, that was her first impression. Unable to contain her smile she nodded vigorously, unclamping the pipe from between her teeth. “Of course, of course! I was needing some company. Can’t sit over here brooding all day, in a good tavern like this.” she said, taking a closer look at the halfling. In this warm, comforting place her first thought had been-a fellow hobbit!- but now, she saw his faintly pointed ears and thin, very un-hobbit like features. A feyling! the thought only cheered her more. She found him even more appealing in his strangeness. And that’s a rover’s butterfly on his cloak, I’m sure. Well, now she thought Of all the people in this tavern the most interesting’s turned up at my table. If I can’t get a good story out of him it’ll have been an unlucky day. Lost in her happy thoughts, she realised she had been staring at the feyling a little too intensely and quickly dropped her eyes. What must he think? she scolded herself A hobbit girl, brazen as anything and dressed like a man, talking to him as if she’d known him years then staring?!

“You ever been in the Kemruhnt before?” she asked, turning her attention to her pipe, snuffing it and laying it upon the table “We’re certainly a mixed bunch of patrons.” Glancing at the bar, where the red haired youth waited for his drink, she noticed the tattoo on his arm. “There’s a fellow rover over there” she said, nodding in the lad’s direction. You’re a mixed bunch as well, she thought, though it seemed a little rude to say aloud.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Pline on May 05, 2009, 06:03:07 AM
"Oh aye, it happens every now and again. Taverns attract the odd sort." Pline said as he took a seat. "Pline, of the Black Butterflies" Pline offered his hand to the other halfling as he unslung his pack, the action caused the sleeve of his shirt to pull back to reveal a black butterfly tattooed on one wrist. Can't say I've been here before. If there's one rover they won't mind two though. You haven't seen any other folk with instruments about, have you?" Pline said nervously as he grabbed the wrapping about the mandolin in his pack.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Hragnúr Pakthroon on May 07, 2009, 10:59:20 PM
"You are right, I am too young to have anything other than water or Hearthberry juice. Milon told me I should try Hearthberry juice sometime, so I'll have that..."

Hragnúr nodded to the boy, and turned into the kitchen for a moment. She returned with a glass of Hearthberry juice, and handed it to the boy as she picked up his money from the counter. She listened interestedly to his explanation of his presence in the tavern. "That's too bad about ya being hurt, may Trum-Barol speed yer rec'vry. Ya should be careful, though, 'cuz limping should only be for the old folks, not young uns like you." She paused to stare distractedly at the far side of the tavern, her thoughts momentarily flitting back to her own youth. Years were not really that long of a time when you looked back. Her glanced returned to the boy, and the momentary tenderness in her eyes was soon shadowed by a jovial smile, "Enjoy yer drink now, lad, and avail yerself of the fine company of the tavern. Maybe if ye stay around a while, this place'll heal ya up with its charm."

As Hragnúr was finishing speaking, the serving girl walked up to her and explained that one of the hobbits that had come in wanted a drink. "Something dwarvish...well, I'll see what I've got that won't be too hard on the stomach. Let me talk to the cook about some food, though." Hragnúr turned into the kitchen and relayed the order, before returning to the draught barrels behind the bar. She decided that either the apple ale or her own Shorr brew would be most suitable for a hobbit, but couldn't quite decide which one to pick. Finally, she went with her own brew, drawing a mug of the "Child Brew" out of the barrel. She set it on the bar for a moment to check on the progress of the kitchen. Lunch was approaching, and the cook was preparing meals at a quick pace to make sure he was ready for the rush. After some minutes, the cook brought the dish out to Hragnúr, who carried it and the drink over to the young hobbit's table.

"A mug o' ale and a plate o' steamed mithanjor fer ya lad," began Hragnúr, setting down both dishes, "that'd be 7 sans. I hope ya enjoy it!" She saw another hobbit, a very gangly one, sitting next to the apparent "lad" she had first addressed. He seemed a bit nervous about something at the moment, so Hragnúr asked, "Would like something, lad, ta make ya more comf'table? A drink or a meal maybe? I assures ya, this is a fine tavern that ye'll be sure to enjoy, both its food and its company." She looked at him expectantly, wondering why he seemed to have a nervous air about him.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Deklitch Hardin on May 09, 2009, 09:38:12 AM
"Enjoy yer drink now, lad, and avail yerself of the fine company of the tavern. Maybe if ye stay around a while, this place'll heal ya up with its charm."

Dek picked up the drink in his right hand, and sipped at it, savouring the flavours that played across his tongue and enjoying the way it livened up his mouth. Smiling, he put it down as he nodded at Hragnúr. The accompanying grin was cheeky, and made the boy look even younger than he was, "Milon was correct, that was worth drinking." After a brief pause, he continued, "Thank you, I will do that. And maybe after I am healed by the charm of the tavern, I'll be able to charm all of you with my acrobatic abilities. And I promise you, I won't steal a thing from you, just because I am a Rover doesn't make me a thief." Dek paused briefly, and then added, although after you see me perform, you'll want to give me your money to see more ...

Dek looked around the room, at the dwarves in the corner playing some kind of gambling game, if they don't allow me to drink anything stronger than this juice, they won't allow me to gamble, either, he thought, and his eyes continued to look over people in the tavern, his eyes fixing on the two hobbits, he pondered going over to them, but then saw one was a Rover, better to spread the talent then to have it all in the one place, he decided. An elf was regaling a dwarf and another elf with a story, that didn't really seem interesting to him, and so Dek continued to look around the tavern. Finally, his eyes fixed on a dwarf sitting by himself at a table.

Dek approached the dwarf (Thorin), still clutching his drink.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" Dek asked, "I won't be a problem. I'll even buy you something to drink. My name is Dek." Dek was starting to feel hot. The cloak would have to come off, he decided. Without waiting for a response to his question, Dek put the glass on the table, and reached to his neck to remove his cloak. The black butterfly tattoo on his upper right arm was now clearly in view, and he made no attempt to cover it in any way.

"Can I get you a drink?" Dek asked, picking his glass up in his right hand once again, and sipping from it.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Morden Peshirgolz on May 11, 2009, 10:43:56 PM
Morden turned to the two men before him, the one who he had called out to and the one who was seated. "If ye'll be excusin' me, lads, I just came ta ask ya not to be causing trouble." He faced the red-haired one and stared at him scurtinizingly for a moment, "and particularly don't a be threatenin' other patrons o' the inn! But, remember, this be a very accepting place, and we like to make ya feel welcome. So anyways I'll extend me warmest greetings to ya both. Now might I ask whither ye boys come, and what brings ye to our fine tavern?"

Morden's eyes flitted about the tavern for a minute as he spoke. He was feeling slightly out of synch with his surroundings for a moment, as if he were very tired. Maybe he was, he had just finished a long trip which hadn't been the easiest of travels. Still, he wished he felt a little more uplifted on such a bustling day in the tavern. He noticed two hobbits, somewhat tall for wee folk but still hobbits nonetheless, sitting together. How interesting to see little folk so far from their usual haunting places. Thorin was still sitting at the table Morden had abandoned a little while ago, but now he was joined by the young Rover who wlaked with a limp. Sad that a boy should be in pain at such a young age, thought Morden, but he bears it quite happily. Morden turned back to the two men he had addressed, as his fingers absently slipped inside his cloak. Without thinking, he pulled his baroomith out of its pocket, and began to turn it over in his hand, playing his fingers over its smooth, shining surface.



Galkhirril

"I am an elf of the Kay’rrhem. I don’t suppose you’ve heard of them, have you?"

"Aye, lass, I've heard of many elves, and much about 'em in me years. But, I still 'aven't got the idea of the difference between one kind or the other, unless they look much different." He paused and furrowed his brows for a few blinks, before relaxing his face into a look of slight bewonderment, "But ya be from Nybelmar, ya say? Eh, that be an amazing thing, lass, I don't meet many from so far off. Why, in me youth I never did see a un person from that far-off land, and I e'en thought it was naught but a myth. Strange for me old eyes to hear of such wild places, yes."

"Have you ever been to Xaramon?"

"I be afraid not, lass, I 'aven't traveled far from this here city in me life. Only a few times I been abroad, and I 'av never truly liked it. Makes for good stories, but its such a trouble, specially to these old eyes in that bright sun. But I'd love to hear any stories ya might have from such a place, lass, if ye have the time." Galkhirril coughed for a moment to clear his throat before talking a deep breath. It had been a tiring mornin' so far. He had awakened early to take care of some trouble at the trading outpost, and so was short on sleep while being a little footsore from so much walking early in the morning. He clutched his staff to him more tightly as the thought of walking rose back up in his mind.

As he sat thoughtful for a moment, the stable boy Arhung walked up to where Galkhirril was sitting. A little out of breath, the boy stopped and stuttered through a few broken phrases before pausing to recollect himself. Calming down, the young dwarf spoke, "Elder, that merchant is a giving trouble agin back up at the market. I just heard it from a few of the dwarves at the trading outpost. He's all up in a fury o'er prices or somewhat, and he's a giving what for to some o' the dwarves." Galkhirril brows furrowed as he contemplated this unfotunate situation. One of the humans who had brought a trading group into the outpost not too long had been nothing but a pain. The dwarves were about ready to kick him out, and this was likely to be the last straw. The problem was that his group was kinda large, and the dwarves could use his business. Oh, why did there have to be so many problems so early in the morning?

Now, earlier that morning, the stable boy had been tending to Buri and the other animals resting there. And so there was a number of smells that he had picked up, not greatly noticeable, but something a dog would pick up on. Sage, the dog that belonged to Airyn the sandy-haired elf, picked up on these scents. Whether it was the pig smell, or some other foreign dwarven scent, the dog became excited and jumped up on the young dwarf. Arhung lost his balance and failed to brace himself against the table, falling into Galkhirril and upsetting the elder's chair.

Tumbling haplessly over each other and onto the floor, the two dwarves made a ridiculous picture for a moment. Arhung very quickly picked himself back up, but Galkhirril did not find it so easy, "What fer did ya do that, boy!?! Oy, now I'm a gonna need some help getting back, ya should be more careful." Despite the older dwarf mild anger, Arhung could not suppress a smirk and a chuckle at the situation. Galkhirril tried to lift himself back to his feet, but only made it to a sitting position, too far away from his staff for it to be of any aid. Galkhirril gave the dwarfling an annoyed look, but still could not help but smirk a little himself. "Well, are any of ya gonna lift a poor old man off the floor, or are ya gonna keep laughing at me?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Malach Oronne on May 12, 2009, 06:13:11 AM
"Dwarves!" Malach muttered under his breath after a long walk through the long tunnel, thinking about Livanii.  He missed her, because he had to leave her behind at the entrance to the tunnel, as a bird will never be content inside such a pit as this.  Still, at least she'll be safe with that fellow, he certainly appeared to be a good bird owner, as he already cared for more than a dozen due his study of the creatures.  Malach still remembered finding the bird, so many years back in a mine...  Still reminiscing, he headed toward the sign that described a tavern in the side of the tunnel.  He stopped outside and looked around. 

The tunnel, despite being the creation of dwarves, was a total marvel to Malach.  Even with his understanding of caves, mines, and even tunnels, Malach was at a loss as to how the dwarves were able to build this. 

"Well, we're here!  The Kann Kemruhnt, as you asked!" Malach said to the trader he was escorting to the inn.  He was thanked by the trader, whose name he couldn't remember, despite traveling over a week with him, and was handed a small pouch of coin.  He peeked inside the bag as the trader went in, and it looked accurate so he put it on his belt and resumed his study of the tunnel and its structural build, or what appears to be the lack thereof!

"They got none of the support structures we used back in the Burning Mountains!  How do they hold up such a big ol' tunnel with nothing supporting none o' these walls?  Huh, probably some witchcraftery or what-not,"  he grumbled.  However, after examining the poor carpentry on the tavern itself, he shook his head and just laughed...  So, they can dig in the dirt, but can't even place windows right, or make simple wall repairs!  Still chuckling, he headed into the Kann Kemruhnt...

The delicious smell of baking bread, the bittersweet aroma of freshly poured mead, and the stench of sweat and bile of surrounding dwarves, traders, and, even a few hobbits engulfed him as he walked through the door. Glow of the candles and lanterns lit the establishment, and a fire on another wall gave warmth to the entire room. 

Malach looked down into the pouch on his belt, and counted out a few coins, making sure he had enough for a room and a meal for the evening, and he walked forward up to the bar, his bulk making him feel entirely out of place in the whole place.  He pulled up a stool to sit on, and turned around, hearing the roaring laughter of dwarves all around.  He watched the trader he escorted speak with a cloaked man, and then stalk off upstairs, leaving a small bag of gold at the table. 

He then noticed a keen-eyed, red-headed young man who didn't look old enough to even be in the tavern watching a gambling game among a group of dwarves, which he, too, turned to look at.  Not interested in wasting any of his time or money in the probably-rigged games, he turned and attempted to signal a chef from the door through the kitchen.  Blasted dwarves...  He sighed deeply and tried to keep the disdain from his voice when he spoke:

"OK, dwarf," he spat the title given. "Gimme a pint o' watered Apple Ale."  he said gruffly.  "Also, a hunk o' that Grilled goat, though yer better hold the onn’garg beans, I never like eatin' them any.   Lastly, I'd like a breddengrain bun, but ye better not put any honey on it!  And just hurry up with it!"

The flustered dwarf turned with an indignant expression and went to fetch Malach's meal.  After a short while, he returned with it, and Malach watched the scenes of the tavern as he ate...

He watched a conversation between what appeared to be a stable boy and an old dwarf, and once he saw the latter fall down next to a table, knocking another older dwarf out of his chair, he, too, nearly fell off of his stool with laughter. 

He stood up and laughed at the old dwarf lying on the floor, taking a huge swig of his ale.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Salena smith on May 12, 2009, 10:20:15 AM
 Watching a few people enter the tavern and feeling the warmth from the fire Salena noticed an older man walk in with another gentleman. The gentleman walked upstairs while the other took at seat at the bar.  "He doesn't look like he fits in around here but then again not many people do," thinking to herself.  Just then a loud thud sound was heard and an elderly dwarf had fallen off his seat.   The man sitting stood up and laughed at the man while taking a gulp of his brew.

Going over to the elderly man on the floor Salena glared at the man standing laughing.
"Don't you have any respect or a heart for that matter?" asked Salena in an indignant tone of voice.     Bending down to help the dwarf up off the floor, looked at the man an asked, "Are you okay? Too bad the floor wasn't made of soft snow."   Chuckling to herself she hoped the man could laugh at her not so funny joke.  Salena was never good at telling jokes but always like to make people laugh and put a smile on someones face.

"How can someone just stand there and laugh?" thought Salena. 


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Malach Oronne on May 12, 2009, 11:41:38 AM
Malach, who had again begun to drink his watered ale, lowered his mug and looked at the young woman who had spoken.

"Don't you have any respect or a heart for that matter?"

Malach, caught off guard first by the lady's sudden admonishment, then by her beauty, he stammered then attempted to formulate a response.

"Well- I uh...  Well, he surely deserved that, the bloody dog...  Runnin' 'bout...  Dumb boy..."  He looked down at the dwarf, suddenly ashamed.  However, he just glared at the old man and returned to his brew. 

"Aw, come on!"  He told himself.  "It's just some little girl tryin' to be all heroic, helping some old, weak-legged dwarf!"  Still, the look on her face and the words she spoke left a bitter taste in his mouth.  He looked over at the dwarf across the counter and asked for his bill.  After paying, he looked back at the young woman who seemed to be trying to cheer up the old dwarf.  He threw his drink down on the table, a bit of the brew sloshing out onto the bar.  He looked down at his uneaten meal, no longer hungry.

After receiving multiple glares from various tables, Malach went and paid for his room, which he went upstairs and entered immediately.  After entering the room, he realized his legs were weak and began to feel numb.  He paced back and forth across his room to shake the uneasiness, his mind swimming in various emotions, anger at the young woman who had rebuked him, and shame, though he could not really identify why he would feel it.

He looked around at the shabby little room and then down at his feet.  He closed his eyes and sat down onto his bed, with a strange, twisting burning sensation in his gut.  He removed his belt and jacket, and set them on the floor next to his bed.  He kicked his boots off and rested his head on the not-so-soft pillow laid out for the tavern's guests.  He then went to sleep, uneasy dreams invading his rest, the infuriated voice of the girl still hauning his mind.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Airyn on May 12, 2009, 07:51:15 PM
Airyn, comfortable and relaxed in her seat, watched as a younger dwarf, younger than the one across from her that is, came to whisper something to the elder. She looked on with a slight furrow to her brow, wondering what all of this hubbub was about. With a slight bow of her head, Airyn’s ears prickled as she listened to the dwarf’s hurried words. A merchant in trouble, did he say? Or was he causing trouble? A very small but impish grin crossed her lips at the thought of merchants and markets, remembering times of boredom followed by the rude growls of a trader who didn’t enjoy Sage biting his foot, and a spontaneous flood occurring shortly after…

The next roll of events happened oh, so quickly. Within a blink of one eye, Sage had dug his claws into Airyn’s foot and had leaped onto the momentarily bemused dwarf who had come to share the news of the merchant, whoever he or she was. A loud gasp escaped her lips as the newcomer fell into the elderly dwarf who had retained a thoughtful expression until he was knocked so abruptly from his chair.

Stumbling out of her seat, she fell awkwardly to her knees and took the squirming dog into her arms. Clamping the dog to her chest with the strong limbs of her upper body, Airyn shuffled closer to the two dwarves, one already on his feet. She had to suppress the urge to apologise more times than what was necessary.

Then, out of nowhere came a distressed woman with hair the colour of the trees in Nybelmar during Autumn. Airyn struggled with Sage in her arms, she decided ruefully that her attentions should be toward restraining the canine instead of letting him run loose, endangering the dwarves once more. The woman with the brown hair bent to her knees to assist the elder whilst the other dwarf stood with a comical gleam in his eyes. What could possibly be so funny? She thought, however the dwarf on the floor seemed to be making light of the situation. It appeared that her long tide of apology was no longer necessary, though she insisted with herself that one will definitely suffice.

Though no words were spoken, the elfess could read a spiteful glare to this woman’s expression. “Come now,” Airyn tried to juggle Sage whilst extending a hand to place on the woman’s shoulder. “Let’s not exchange harsh words here. It is clear that this man is not hurt, so why don’t we all sit down for a nice breakfast?”

She turned to the elder and took her hand off the woman’s shoulder to press it to his hand. “I apologise for my dog’s misbehavior. He get’s quite excited sometimes, you see?”


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Jenna Silverbirch on May 13, 2009, 06:44:09 AM
The feyling, Pline, didn’t seem put off by Jenna’s momentary lapse in manners, so she shook his outstretched hand and gave him a warm smile as he sat. “Jenna’s my name. Of the Dogodan shire, though there’s few round these parts who’ve heard of it.”
“You haven't seen any other folk with instruments about, have you?"  Her smile became a grin as she saw the shape of the mandolin, still distinctive beneath the wrappings. As she was about to answer his question, the dwarven brew mistress arrived at their table, carrying a mug and a steaming plate of delicious looking fish."A mug o' ale and a plate o' steamed mithanjor fer ya lad, that'd be 7 sans. I hope ya enjoy it!"
 
Jenna muttered a gruff thanks and handed her the money. There was a strange kind of satisfaction in being mistaken for a boy, without actually deceiving anyone, so she kept her voice low. Though Pline would, of course, have been able to recognise a female hobbit, she was in no hurry for the rest of the tavern to do so.
She began eating straight away, murmuring in pleasure at the fresh taste of the unusually large mithanjor  and biting great chunks of the rootweep.
“That’s some good fish!” she said to the brew mistress. “Complements to your chef. You dwarves know how to cook a good, hearty meal, that’s certain. Some of these fancy dishes big folk serve up- it makes my stomach weep.” She chuckled to herself, glancing up to see Pline’s reaction.
"Would like something, lad, ta make ya more comf'table? A drink or a meal maybe? I assures ya, this is a fine tavern that ye'll be sure to enjoy, both its food and its company."

While Pline pondered her question, music began somewhere across the tavern. She looked up to see the giant of a dwarf playing what was unmistakeably a baroomith. “Ha!” she chuckled again. “There, Pline, that’s one music player. And I’m another. I’ve got my lute with me now, and I can strum a decent enough tune, and my singin’ll cover any mistakes. So why don’t I finish this fine fish and then see about asking that dwarf if he’d have the grace to accompany us in some tune to rouse this tavern?”

There were a few more moments of peace, when a bark and crash made her start. The stable boy had fallen on top of the ancient dwarf, and it seemed the one of the elf women’s dogs was to blame. Jenna watched, a little amused, a little concerned, as the brutish man laughed at the spectacle, only to be told off by the young human woman, and finally as the elf herself struggled with her dog and tried to apologise.
“Now that coulda ended in a fight.” she said to Pline, nodding towards the stairs up which the human had disappeared. “’Specially with that unpleasant fellow. Reckon they need a hand?” Looking over again, it seemed the youth and ancient dwarf were unharmed, only flustered. “That or a song to soothe the nerves, I reckon.”


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Pline on May 13, 2009, 07:14:50 AM
Pline glanced at the brew. Dwarven ale was strong enough stuff to be sure. One sip too many would make your hair fall out and wax spill out your ears. Either Jenna had an unnaturally strong constitution or that was a well and truly watered-down brew. "I wouldn't know. You eat what's in front of you I was always told."

It was almost fore-ordained, the old fellow tripping and what followed. It was almost like watching a cart-driver wreck his cart. You knew it was going to happen from the moment it started and you just couldn't stop watching.

"I don't think my arms would be good for much. But I can play a tune or two." This was false modesty, Pline was sure the halfling knew. He knew songs by the dozen. By the score even. He'd forgotten more tunes and rhymes than many would aspire to know. Ballads and lays, drinking songs and lullabies, traveling songs and tunes with no words, there was little end to his collection. Peeking down into his bag he saw the flute there and quickly kicked the bag under the table. Pline began to unwrap his mandolin and check the strings. It had been damp part of the way over and you never knew where that might settle or what damage it would do.

"The way I see it, we could play a drinking song, or a ballad, and I don't think the latter would settle over too well. I know a few. Had to play for my supper often enough." Pline limbered up his fingers quickly exposing glossy black nails and gave his shoulders and neck a quick roll as he continued to speak."I think I've got one. Do you know the tune or the words to A Wizard's Walk? I suppose we ought to ask the keeper's blessing a'fore we start playing though." Pline picked at a string experimentally with one long nails and it simply hummed. An instrument well kept that one. He grabbed a rag out of his sleeves, ran it over the instrument's reddish shiny wood and plucked the other strings quickly to check their tune.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Thorin Broadfist on May 13, 2009, 11:42:34 AM
"Another hafling? No, too tall... a feyling maybe? Haven't seen one myself, but he seems to fit what I've heard." As Thorin was wondering about how different a feyling might be from regular halfings, his attention was brought to his own table as the fiery haired youth approached, limping slightly still. "Do you mind if I sit with you? I won't be a problem. I'll even buy you something to drink. My name is Dek."

Before Thorin could motion for him to take a seat he had seated himself already. "Humans are a hasty people, especially the young. That might be one reason I enjoy their company so much." Thorin grinned a little at that as Dek pulled his cloak off, showing a Rover tattoo. "Can I get you a drink?" Glancing at his now empty mug, he gave a small shrug. "That would be mightily appreciated lad, as it seems I had just run dry."

Thorin ignored most of the inn as he studied the boy in front of him. His gray eyes had almost the look of hawk about them, which was offset by his light freckles. Thorin noticed that the boy's clothes were slightly larger than he needed and that the colors stood out, yellow against blue with a red cloak now resting on his chair. "Well lad, I see that the Rover's be in town. I doubt they'd let you run off by yourself if they weren't here now would they?" Thorin gave Dek a quick wink at his jest. "But, why don't you tell me about your troupe a bit." As Thorin leaned back in his chair, he added "The Rovers always were an enigma to me. Couldn't figure out how they all seemed to fit together like the clockwork that they are. So many different people from so many different places, it's an amazing feat really..."


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Salena smith on May 14, 2009, 08:17:00 AM
        Paying much attention to the dwarf Salena didn't notice the man leave the room. About to get up Salena heard a voice from behind,“Come now, let’s not exchange harsh words here. It is clear that this man is not hurt, so why don’t we all sit down for a nice breakfast?”   Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Salena turned to see a human looking woman with ears that pointed at the top. 

Salena took a few minutes then stood up fom kneeling and replied in a friendly voice," Well I'd love to but I wouldn't want to be a bother."    Offering her help to the dwarf again Salena could hear her stomach grumble in hunger. It could've been loud enough for everyone in the tavern to hear. Blushing Salena called the waitress over and ordered their special.



Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Lucian on May 16, 2009, 10:17:37 PM
"If ye'll be excusin' me, lads, I just came ta ask ya not to be causing trouble."

Lucian’s brow furrowed in confusion at these words. He had not uttered a syllable to the man with the fire coloured hair, so why was he placed under such scrutiny? He had calmed his fox, and would make sure that she remained under his command. “Sir, please excuse my forward tone, but I do not recall taking part in any trouble. If this is about my fox, well her curiosity bests my attempts to control her sometimes. If that elven woman is upset, I shall personally send her my sincerest apologies.”

A mischievous smirk covered his mouth for only seconds before it disappeared. A few courteous words and perhaps an interesting story, and sooner or later he would be satisfied in the knowledge that no one would intend to put too much pepper in his soup when lunch time came about.

“Anyways I'll extend me warmest greetings to ya both. Now might I ask whither ye boys come, and what brings ye to our fine tavern?"

A quick thought made Lucian answer before the other Ka-rii. His eyes flickered from the dwarf to the man, intending for both to hear his short tale. “My name is Lucian. Mowress. I was born away from Santhala, however was sent to Tyr Donian for business reasons. Trading is my profession, and I am looking for a man who, I have reason to believe, is currently in these parts. This sword I carry,” his emerald hues locked onto those of the other Ka-rii as he pointed to the blade at the floor, “is meant for him.”

He tried his best to make his voice sound sincere and friendly. Much to his amazement, he succeeded. His only hope was that the Ka-rii understood that Lucian anticipated a lengthy conversation between them, and it would take place under this very roof. Fighting would not be an option. No, that would only make things turn ugly.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Morden Peshirgolz on May 17, 2009, 03:41:16 AM
“Sir, please excuse my forward tone, but I do not recall taking part in any trouble. If this is about my fox, well her curiosity bests my attempts to control her sometimes. If that elven woman is upset, I shall personally send her my sincerest apologies.”

"Don't be a worryin', lad, you're in any trouble. I only want ta see that there are no more arguments between customers, like with that gentleman over," Morden saw that the man he had seen before had left, "...well, the man who used ta be sitting over there. Anyway, if you two got business ta talk, I'll be not bothering ya any more." Morden strode over to the bar, where he leaned up against the counter. Over his shoulder, he called to Hragnúr, "If ya got a minute, friend, I could use a drink."



Galkhirril

"Well, thank ya for yer offer lass, I think if Arhung gets over here I'll be alright." A sidelong glance brought the young dwarf immediately to his elder's side. Galkhirril was on his feet again in a moment, and after brushing himself off, sat on his chair. He winced a bit as he did so, noticing the bruise on his arm, "Ya should be more careful boy, I've had enough trouble this morn' already." Despite his words, the elder dwarf's tone was playfully chiding as he winked at the lad. The young dwarf smirked in return before walking back out to the stables.

Still rubbing his arm, Galkhirril murmurred absently, "Hmmph, hope I don't have to see the healer 'bout this, I got enough to deal with already." He looked up at the group that still remained around his table, "Don't worry, my friends, I be all right. I may be old, but I'm not frail. The good Stone Father still has some years stored away in these bones o' mine, ta continue my own story. Thank you, lass," he said to the human girl who had helped him. "And don't apologize for yer dog, lady elf, I'm sure it was only 'is instinct." He reached out a tentative hand to pat the dog's head, then stopped short and asked, "Would it be alright if I greeted yer dog, lass?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Deklitch Hardin on May 18, 2009, 05:20:51 AM
Glancing at his now empty mug, he gave a small shrug. "That would be mightily appreciated lad, as it seems I had just run dry."

Dek nodded at the dwarf and then called out to one of the servers.

"My friend's mug has become empty," Dek commented, motioning to Thorin, "it would be good if you could do something about that."

"But, why don't you tell me about your troupe a bit." As Thorin leaned back in his chair, he added "The Rovers always were an enigma to me. Couldn't figure out how they all seemed to fit together like the clockwork that they are. So many different people from so many different places, it's an amazing feat really..."

Dek took another sip of his heathberry juice, before putting his glass down once more. He considered the dwarf's words before replying, a pleased expression on his face, "we all seem to respect the fact that everyone else has their own reasons for being there. Race, tribe, age and gender differences don't tend to matter much to us ... we'll take on all people who want to join us, and not ask questions about members' pasts. The troupe I've been part of includes singers, performers, writers and gymnastic dancers. I'm one of the gymnastic dancers within the group. I've got another week or two, I hope, before I get over this," he motioned to his leg, "and can go back to performing again. It isn't fun when you want to perform and you are injured."

Dek's face was momentarily covered in a mixture of pain, sadness and anger, and he looked away from Thorin. When he looked back, he was composed again.

"Anyway, enough about me, what about you? What is your name? What do you do?" Dek asked.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Foraste Lydan on May 19, 2009, 03:54:38 AM
Foraste heard the dwarf's invitation to gamble and decided that he had enough sans to spare. He stood up and walked over to the gambler. He had already started introducing the game to another dwarf. The rules seemed simple enough.

"I'd like to play. It would do me well to get my mind off of other things." Foraste pulled 8 sans and put them on the table. He thought for a moment, a trader at Voldar had sold him a potion that would be valuable to the dwarves, he decided to add it to the bet.

He pulled the sans off of the table and put a small phial of clear liquid out of one of his pockets. "This is rock acid, made by an alchemist in Ximax. It burns rock off of precious stones and leaves the gem unharmed. How much will you bet against this?"

Foraste hoped that his streak of luck at the last bar would still be with him today.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Jenna Silverbirch on May 21, 2009, 04:14:26 PM
"I think I've got one. Do you know the tune or the words to A Wizard's Walk? I suppose we ought to ask the keeper's blessing a'fore we start playing though."
“Wizard’s walk… yes, I think I might.” Jenna rolled the stem of her pipe between her fingers, searching her memory for any tune or song she’d heard that might fit that name. She hummed a few bars, shaping the melody in her head, the notes falling into place. Yes, she did remember. She had heard it somewhere on the outskirts of her old shire, years back, the village’s name now forgotten but he tune still held in her memories “That‘s a beautiful instrument.” she said, nodding at Pline’s mandolin. “You take better care o’ yours than I do mine.” She hefted her pack between her knees and fumbled with the straps, finally reaching into it’s depths to extract the raher battered lute taking up most of the space of the bag. Carefully unwinding the stained wrappings, she glanced about the tavern and plucked a few strings, as Pline was doing. While the panic had subsided after the old dwarve’s fall, there was still unease in the air. No better time for a tune, she thought.

When there was a lull in the chatter, she scrambled to stand on the chair and cleared her throat pointedly and spoke as loudly as she could without shouting. “Friends!” she said “As long as the keeper of this fine tavern consents, myself and my companion were thinking of playing a tune or three, so if any of you have voices enough to join are song, or even hands and a instrument to play on, join us, if you’d like. We’ll be playing A Wizard’s Walk. Anyfolk know of it?” she chuckled to herself “And if you don’t you’ll be sure to pick up the tune as we go on.” Satisfied she had everyone’s attention, Jenna hopped from the chair and caught the brew mistresses eye once more. “Course, we won’t play without your blessing ma’am,” she said in a low voice to the dwarf “But I was only thinking that some under this roof were in need of a song to calm the nerves.” she glanced over at the ancient dwarf and stable lad as she spoke. “What do you say?”


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Pline on May 24, 2009, 10:54:44 AM
Pline finished his tuning, gave a string an experimental pluck with one finger and stood up.
"I can assure all you good folks what'd rather have a drinking song that I'll play one for you right after this. Gods know that I don't get to play things that aren't drinking songs often enough.
This got Pline a slight chuckle out of a few of the patrons.
"As you will of course."
Pline gave a slight bow to the innkeeper and the brewmistress. It sometimes helped to be polite Pline had found, when you were trying to get someone to do something. Diplomats and travellling players, of course, had known this for ages, but had never seen fit to tell anyone else which made Pline wonder why more people didn't catch on.
 I'll play the harmony if you think you've got the melody. This old thing is probably a little better suited to it than your lute there.
Pline whispered to Jenna, still wondering why in gods' names she was dressed as a boy. Oh well, to each there own. It certainly wasn't his place of all people to judge.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Airyn on May 26, 2009, 05:41:15 PM
"Well, thank ya for yer offer lass, I think if Arhung gets over here I'll be alright."

A worrying frown creased Airyn's brow as she watched the dwarf run a hand over his arm. Airyn motioned for the human girl to sit in the chair she had previously occupied, and stood beside the dwarf. Her eyes scanned over his arm, attempting to see through his clothing and onto the bare skin but with no avail.

"If you are worried about your arm, I will be glad to have a look at it," she kept her tone light and cheerful, with a friendly gleam in her eye and an inviting smile on her face. "I have seen my fair share of bumps and bruises. Matched with my own clumsiness, I now consider myself an expert on the matter."

She began to try and juggle Sage whilst attempting to open her backpack, which had slid down to the crook of her arm. Her eyebrows raised when the elder's chipper voice requested that he might be able to pet the squirming animal in her arms."Well, by all means! Of course!"

Sage's curious eyes wandered to the elderly dwarf, who stood curiously at, roughly,  the same height as the dog. His ears shot upright, and his lips seemed to curl into what could only be described as a smile as he waited for his fur to be scratched. If he was good, there might be a chance of earning some chicken later...


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Deklitch Hardin on May 26, 2009, 08:44:22 PM
While Dek waited for the dwarf to answer him, he overheard one of the two halflings speak to the tavern in general,

Friends!" she said, "As long as the keeper of this fine tavern consents, myself and my companion were thinking of playing a tune or three, so if any of you have voices enough to join are song, or even hands and a instrument to play on, join us, if you’d like. We’ll be playing A Wizard’s Walk. Anyfolk know of it?” she chuckled to herself “And if you don’t you’ll be sure to pick up the tune as we go on."

She turned to speak to the dwarf that had served Dek his juice, before turning back to her companion. Dek couldn't hear what was said, but he grinned, as the waitress returned with Thorin's drink. Paying the waitress for the drink, Dek looked at the dwarf, "I know the words to it. Do you?"

As Dek waited for a response, he sang the words quietly to himself and nodded. He remembered the words all night, it was one of his favourite songs. Then, he remembered, it was one his mother sang to him as he went off to sleep. Back before she died. As always happened when he thought of her, he was sad, but only briefly, and when he looked up at Thorin, his eyes were showed no hint of the sadness he had been feeling.

"I wonder if they'd welcome me singing it with them ... or at least perform in my own right," Dek mused out loud.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Isoto on May 29, 2009, 12:34:57 AM
Isoto was relieved to see the Drawven city of Tyr Donian. While Drawves were not his favorite of people he still needed a placeto rest. And besides, he was running out whiskey.

As Isoto entered the city he began to pick up on heavy Thergerim accents. Luckily Isoto knew enough Thergerim to not feel lost. Stopping a local Drawf he asked where hecould find a drink.

"Aye, we dont get yer kind around here much drow. But ye seem harmless enough. If its drink ye want try the Kann Kemruhnt. Its near the entranceof the city."

Isoto thanked the Dwraf and head off to the tavern. As he entered the smell of pipe smokeand ale filled his nose, this was a Dwraven tavern alright....he liked it. Whistling for Chingu to cometo his side, Chingu had actually started noseing around, Isoto made his way to the bar. Speaking in Therigerim he said. "Give me the strongest drink you have, a whole bottle if you dont mind."

Sitting back he awaited for the dwarf to serve him his drink.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Thorin Broadfist on May 30, 2009, 04:30:38 AM
"We all seem to respect the fact that everyone else has their own reasons for being there. Race, tribe, age and gender differences don't tend to matter much to us ... we'll take on all people who want to join us, and not ask questions about members' pasts. The troupe I've been part of includes singers, performers, writers and gymnastic dancers. I'm one of the gymnastic dancers within the group. I've got another week or two, I hope, before I get over this, and can go back to performing again. It isn't fun when you want to perform and you are injured." Thorin heart was softened towards the lad when he saw Dek grimace in a mixture of emotions. "Anyway, enough about me, what about you? What is your name? What do you do?"
"Forgive me lad, my name is Thorin, Thorin Broadfist, and I be a smith by trade. I am of the Mitharim, that's Metalfolk in your tongue, and used to live not too far from this city. But, that was a long time ago..." Thorin's eyes saddened remembering all the joys he had as a young dwarf in his clan's cavern. "And then there was that time when we were caught and had to wash all of the old barrels."
"I know the words to it. Do you?" He came back from his memories and noticed that those two halflings had just announced that they would be playing some music. "Well, that particular song I," Thorin's words were cut off by Dek, "I wonder if they'd welcome me singing it with them ... or at least perform in my own right." "Aye lad, I think they won't mind. Most welcome the joining of voices in a tavern." Thorin added a wink to the last of his words.
As he was reaching for his mug again, another elf strolled into the common room. Thorin's eyes widened, for standing by the door was a drow. He took a quick gulp and his thoughts ran freely. "A drow? Here? Wait, those markings on his clothing, no not clothing, armor? But those markings, by the Stonefather, he's of the Coór'hém! I never thought I'd see one of those elves in all my days!"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Isoto on May 31, 2009, 12:56:37 PM
Isotohad caught out of the corner of his eye as he came in dwarf who had been staring at him. No doublty he was familiar with drow. With his backto the taveren Isoto soud flatly in Therigerim. "Dwarf, you know its rude to stare."

Taknig his drink from the bar tender he put it to his lips and took a swig. The dring wasstrong and burned as it went down. Wincing, he took another sip. "Ahhh, now thats what I've been needing for a while." Chingu sat panting at Isoto's feet. He was obviously thirsty from the long walk.

"Bartender, some water for my commpanion if you don't mind." Isoto patted his head as the bartender brought in a bowl of water and laid it in front of Isoto's wolf. "Ok boy drink up." Isoto patted Chingu's head one last time and looked back up. Taking another swig from his bottle he turned around in his seat and began to vacantly stair at the wall with his back to the bar. His eyes were searching....but his soul had long quit.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Callista on May 31, 2009, 07:57:49 PM
The incessant clacking of the old woman’s cane came to an abrupt halt when she entered the warmth of the Kann Kemrhunt. Her knees wobbled ever-so-slightly when she made her way to the centre of the room to gaze about at the bright and cheerful guests. Oh, except for those two, she thought when her gaze wandered over to two men who seemed to be staring daggers into each other’s eyes.

With a chipper little squeak from somewhere in the depths of her throat, she made her way to a vacant table nearest to the bar so that her view of the two men would not be obstructed. Her eyes scanned the room again as she walked, and landed on a tall young man with a tattoo on his exposed arm. By the gods, she thought, a Rover! As she continued to watch the young man with fiery red hair, the old woman began to sit down and missed her chair completely. She landed on the floor with a heavy thud and an audible gasp of surprise.

Her limbs quivered as she groped the floor, looking for the wooden cane that had aided her steps every day for the last decade or so of her life. Her brow creased in frustration, and an angered huff escaped her lips. “Where is that darned cane of mine?” she muttered with a scowl, her sight somewhat fuzzled from the excitement of her fall. Her fingers rubbed them lightly and soon they were cleared. She looked up at the ceiling and pulled herself up into a sitting position. Whatever have I done to upset the gods this time?


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Deklitch Hardin on May 31, 2009, 09:28:09 PM
"Aye lad, I think they won't mind. Most welcome the joining of voices in a tavern."

Dek grinned at Thorin's words, and was about to reply when he noticed that the dwarf's eyes went to a newcomer who had just entered the tavern. He averted his eyes quickly, but he was certain that it was an elf ... though not any type of elf he had seen before.

The elf spoke ... it was a language that Dek didn't recognise, but from what Dek knew from what he was told by Milon it was more than likely the dwarvish tongue. He didn't have to understand the language to know that the elf wasn't greeting Thorin.

Then, Dek's eyes fell on another newcomer to the tavern. An old woman made her way into the room. His eyes met hers as she looked at him. He watched as she continued to watch him as she tried to sit in a chair. A cry caught in his throat as he could see that she was going to miss the chair and fall to the ground. His leg muscles froze in the moment as it seemed to him that she fell to the ground in slow motion. He willed his legs to obey him, but even though, he could see it would be too late. With an audible gasp, she hit the ground, and Dek seemed to be able to suddenly move freely again.

He was at her side shortly after that, and heard her speak, “Where is that darned cane of mine?”

Dek saw the cane, it had tumbled from her grasp as she hit the ground, as he retrieved it for her, he turned to see her rubbing at her eyes, and pull herself into a sitting position. She reminded him of his teachers amongst the Rovers and he handed her the staff.

"My name is Dek," he said, "can I help you to a seat? Can I get you a drink?"

All thoughts of singing that song left Dek's mind as he wanted to make sure that this old lady was alright. He supposed his training as a Rover kicked into gear.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Hragnúr Pakthroon on June 01, 2009, 11:09:02 PM
“Course, we won’t play without your blessing ma’am...What do you say?”

Hragnúr was momentarily lost in thought, not the active kind of thought that is normal for the everyday, but the kind of stuck train of thinking that causes one to stare absently into space for some minutes. And also to completely forget what one was thinking about when you are startled back into reality. Which was why Hragnúr stared uncomprehendingly at the two hobbits in front of her for a moment, before suddenly realizing their purpose and answering heartily, "Why o' course ya can play for us, lads, this tavern is always a welcome place ta be making a merry tune. Why, ya should hear when the dwarves from the city come in from their work ta get a drink o' ale, there's always some great ol' drinking songs being 'performed'."

Hearing Morden calling her to the bar, and as she drew him a drink she mentioned to him that he might aid in the musical festivities that were brewing. "Yer baroomith would be a find addition to the fun, my friend, ya should get over there and display yer talents. I forget the song they was of a mind ta play, but ye should be able to pick it up in a blink of yer eye anyway." Before she could get Morden's response, she heard a cry of surprise and bewilderment from Pragnék, the tavern's gambler. She lumbered over to the table where sat and took up the chair she had occupied when she was here earlier. Pragnék's eyes were opened wide with a slightly greedier look than usual, as he pointed at a small vial sitting on the table. Hragnúr stared at the container with confusion over the reason for the gambler's reaction, when Pragnék began to speak hurriedly.

"Rock acid, ya say?" The greedy dwarf began. "Well, that sounds ta be mighty valuable, yes, by Trum-Barol." He muttered under his breath for a minute, then looking up he spoke again with an even harder glint of greed in his eyes, "I'd bet, hmm, one copperbard on that vial there. Sound fair, lad? Oh, but before we play for it, I'd like ta know if I could get a little display of good faith from ya, maybe show me this liquid's powers in action, ya know? Just to be sure we both being honest with each other, lad."

Hragnúr doubted that the old gambler really had a copperbard on him right now, but she first was interested to see if this newcomer would really demonstrate the abilities of his strange liquid, whatever they were. Her curiousity piqued, Hragnúr remained silent as both dwarves awaited the young man's answer.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Morden Peshirgolz on June 01, 2009, 11:51:03 PM
Morden accepted the mug of ale from Hragnúr gratefully, taking a long drink before placing three sans payment on the bartop. Before leaving, Hragnúr mentioned to Morden that some of the inn's patrons were planning on starting up a song. "Yer baroomith would be a find addition to the fun, my friend, ya should get over there and display yer talents." Morden turned to see the two hobbits she was talking about. They had their instruments out, a lute and a mandolin, and looked like their were about ready to begin. Morden had no idea what song it was that they were playing, but supposing that he could pick it up easily enough he walked over to the table where the musicians sat, his mug in his hand.

Morden was not one who often played for strangers, but Hragnúr had asked him to come over here, so he would be a little more adventurous than usual. Besides, these halflings looked like good company, and a song felt very appealing right now. Morden wondered how many of the tavern's guests would join in before the song was through. This would be the first tavern song he had heard since coming back from his trip, and it was an event he had been looking forward to. It was a little strange that this was being started up by a couple of outsiders, though. He was more used to the dwarves beginning such festivities in the evenings as they prepared for their work. But perhaps hobbits liked morning music, and this was too good an opportunity to pass up anyway.

Sitting down, Morden spoke to the two halflings, "I be of the mind ta play along with ya, lads," he began as he pulled his own instrument out of his cloak, "Just begin as ya like, and I'll pick up the song as ya go. The tavern'll be a singing all together before ya knows it."



Galkhirril


Hearing the elven lady's consent, Galkhirril reached out his hand and scratched the dog called Sage behind its ears. "There now, friend, we don't need ta be so excited at this time o' morn'. What was it that got yer head in such a spin, now? Musta been the smell o' that pig from the stable, ol' Buri, eh? Well now," his voice took on a mock seriousness as he wagged his finger in front of the dog's face, "there'll be no chasing of pigs here now, ya understand?" Galkhirril looked up at the sandy-haired elf, grinning merrily, until a wince of pain crossed his face as his hand involuntarily came to his left arm, the one that had broken his fall. "Well, I might just be taking ya up on yer offer, lass. If ya got any healing knowledge, I'll be thankful if ya'd take just a minute ta inspect this arm here. Looks to be just a bruise, but it's a little painful at the moment."

Sitting down, he heard a thump from nearby, at one of the tables. An elderly lady had fallen down, and was being aided by the young Rover. Galkhirril shook his head, and faining annoyance he called over to Hragnúr, "Yer gonna 'ave to fix up these chairs so us elders don't be a falling left and right now, lass." But then he quickly added, this time with sincere concern but not talking to anyone in particular, "I hope she's alright, the lady. I know that humans of any age ain't as hardy as the dwarves, and I don't a want ta be seeing any injuries occuring here today."

Turning once again to the two ladies that were nearby him, "Why don't ya both have a seat, and we can sit and talk while I get this arm taken care. I don't believe I know either of yer names, though ya was both very kind ta be taken heed of this ol' dwarf. And you, lass," he turned his attention to the human woman nearby, "I haven't had the pleasure of greeting this morn', but you were straight over here helping me anyway. Tell me a bit about yerself, would ya?" As he spoke, a dish of taenish was brought over for the human woman, and the cook who had brought it out asked her if she wanted anything to drink with it.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Airyn on June 07, 2009, 08:23:54 PM
A muffled thump across the room caught the elfess’s attention. Her eyes wandered over to an old woman draped in a colourful shawl, who sat on the floor with her legs sprawled out in front of her. “I think she’ll be alright,” Airyn observed with a vacant tone. “That there Rover seems to have things under control.”

Airyn set the dog down on the floor, and made sure that his leash was secured around both his collar and the leg of the nearest chair before she She turned back to the elder and shifted her weight before finding a suitable place on the hard floor to kneel. She gestured to the old dwarf’s sleeve, and motioned that she was going to move it up his arm. With careful, unmoving fingers, she pushed up the sleeve with her right hand and ran the forefinger of her left across the dwarf’s smooth, slightly wrinkled skin. There was a blue tinge to a small section of his upper arm, which brought a light smile to Airyn’s lips. She rolled his sleeve back down and patted his shoulder, getting to her feet. “It’s just a bruise,” she smiled, “It will be tender for a short time, but I think you’ll be right as rain.”

Wiping her palms on her sides, she joined the human woman at the table. The cook had laid both Airyn’s and this mystery woman’s meals on the table, and she had been hungrily gazing at the food every now and then after it came out from the kitchen. The elder had asked for the woman to share her history, so Airyn sat back into her chair and took a rather unladylike bite out of her sandwich.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Jenna Silverbirch on June 08, 2009, 03:02:05 AM
"I be of the mind ta play along with ya, lads, Just begin as ya like, and I'll pick up the song as ya go. The tavern'll be a singing all together before ya knows it."
Jenna glanced at Pline, grinning.
“ I certainly hope they'll start singing, or our poor voices'll be lost in this hubub! We spotted you playing, sir-beautiful, and moving too-, and hoped you’d join us. Well! This just saves us the bother of asking, don’t it?”Her lute as in tune as in tune as she could hope to get, she seated herself and positioned the battered instrument on her knee.
“This lute being only suited to simpler tunes, I’m playing melody, and Pline there’s taking harmony. You play as you like, once you’ve a hold of the tune. Ah, and before we begin-” she said, reaching across the table to her mug of ale. Giving it a sniff, she turned to Pline, who she’d seen eyeing the drink with something like disbelief “Watered down enough for me, though I daresay I’ll still have a few more hairs on m’chest than I’d have liked if a drank too much.” she  chuckled, and raised the mug “Here’s to a song to rouse the rafters and stir the hearts! Or at least earn a few sans” she said, and took a too-quick swig. Shaking her head and blinking hard as the strong, burning liquid coursed down her throat she yelled to the brew mistress now sat with the gamblers “Finest ale I’ve had in a fair long while, ma’am! If this don’t give my singing a kick it’s a sorry old world.” her voice still raised, she added “Those who fancy it are welcome to sing along!”
“On my count then, fellows? A-one, two three and four…”

Jenna stretched her fingers and begin to strum a simple tune. The notes were rough and sometimes off-key, but she played with enthusiasm. Besides, her voice had a pleasant, warm edge that was more than enough to distract from her unpolished playing.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Pline on June 08, 2009, 04:10:04 AM
"One, two, three, four"
As Jenna started playing her lute, Pline began playing a lower harmony to the song, black fingernails plucking out the music expertly. Pline had no excuse not to play well, he'd had enough years of playing to rival quite a few people. They had a strange counterpoint to Jenna's sometimes off-key melody.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Foraste Lydan on June 08, 2009, 06:01:21 AM
Foraste watched the dwarfs face break into a greedy smile. "Rock acid, ya say?" The dwarf asked,  "Well, that sounds ta be mighty valuable, yes, by Trum-Barol." The dwarf was drunk with greed, all the better to play against.

After the dwarf was finished muttering to himself he placed his wager "I'd bet, hmm, one copperbard on that vial there. Sound fair, lad? Oh, but before we play for it, I'd like ta know if I could get a little display of good faith from ya, maybe show me this liquid's powers in action, ya know? Just to be sure we both being honest with each other, lad." The dwarf has a point, I could just get more if any was lost, thought Foraste.

"A copperbard is enough, I'll put on a little demonstration if you need to see one." Foraste replied. He opened a few of his pockets and removed some glass tipped prongs and a thumb sized rock . He turned the rock around to reveal the glint of diamond inside the rock. He uncorked the vial and dropped the rock into the liquid. The liquid fizzed and the rock disappeared in the foam. Foraste waited until the foam died down and used the tongs to remove the rock from the foam. The rock outside of the gem had been completely burned away and now a brilliant diamond was revealed. Showing off the gem Foraste asked, "How much gem do you think is wasted by cutting off the rock? Quite a bit I would imagine."  Foraste waited to see how the gambler would reply.




Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Laonna on June 11, 2009, 02:31:44 AM
Laonna walked through the doorway and greeted the smell that rose to meet her. The smell of beer, food, and sweat mixed with the thick smokey smell from the fire place. Glancing around surreptitiously, she eyed up the prospective 'clients' as well as the details of the tavern.

But not yet, she told herself, better to wait for more drink to have flown. Walking sedately, she made her way up to the bar. While waiting politely to catch the attention of someone to order, a momentary scowl flitted across her features as she remembered how she had come to be here. The rush to get away from one particular unsuspecting donator of money and his cronies, who were, understandably, more than a little upset, and the subsequent time spent camping and living off the land.

An outright smile broke out on her face as she thought of the chance to eat real food, and drink a proper drink. She glanced to her sides, and just about avoided doing a double-take. There's some strong looking people in here.....this may be harder then I thought! She mentally relayed the layout of the tavern in her head and sighed at the lack of escape routes. Oh well, maybe somebody will have some information on Ainian for me. Clearing her head of the distracting thought of her lost friend, she turned her attention back to the bar, the smell of food and drink already claiming their victory on her.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Fidget on June 11, 2009, 07:07:33 AM
Kainin enters through the front door looking much the worse for wear. His dark red hair hangs around his head in limp tendrils, framing dark circled eyes that scan the common room. Ahh, civilization at last. Another day on the road woulda killed me I'm sure. Spying a young woman seated at the bar alone he attempts to brush the dust from the road off, realizing the futility of the gesture he settles for throwing back the hood of his cloak and standing up a bit straighter. As he heads in her direction he notes the scowl that passes briefly across her face and the subsequent smile that replaces it. Hmm interesting mix seems to be relief I see here. He thinks to himself. When he reaches the bar next to her he lays ten sans on the table and raises his hand in attempt to attract the barkeep. Turning to his right he regards her a moment before speaking.

 “Hiya, what brings a girl like you to a rough place like this?” He glances around at the serene faces surrounding him, and the musicians in the corner.  “Errr well anyway, names Fidget. Just arrived by way of Ximax, well sorta.”

He turns his head back towards the musicians and concentrates on the tune as he waits for an answer he’s not sure he will receive.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Laonna on June 11, 2009, 07:41:22 AM
“Hiya, what brings a girl like you to a rough place like this?”

Laonna tensed slightly as she realized she was being addressed.

“Errr well anyway, names Fidget. Just arrived by way of Ximax, well sorta.”

As she turned to face the young man, she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She regarded him for a moment, I wonder..... Making up her mind, she smiled at him. "I suppose you could call it a forced change of scenery" , she discretely studied his face for any trace telltale signs, sensing no immediate threat, she continued.

"The names Laonna".  While waiting to see what this strangely compelling man wanted, she had to push the strand of hair back behind her ear again as it had fallen back in front of her face. Tilting her head slightly, in the unconscious hope that the bothersome strand would stay where she wanted it, she quickly studied him further. Hmm, probably not an assassin.... or a mercenary, looks like he's had a rough time of it though. Hoping he didn't sense her studying of him, she brought her attention back to the matter at hand.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Morden Peshirgolz on June 11, 2009, 09:03:33 AM
Morden tapped his foot in time to the music for a moment as they started to sing the first line. The music was simple enough, and the counterpoint between the two instrumentalists was lovely. Wishing more to listen than to concentrate on his own playing, Morden picked up a single tone harmony, blowing soft tones from his baroomith to mesh with the melodious tune already coming together. As they played, Morden listened to the hobbit lad, or was it lass? That was a rather fair voice, but maybe a lad of good skill could pull it off. Anyway, the fine voice carried the words across the tavern, and Morden listened to them reflectively.

"There is a path that leads to a tavern,
where you get all the pleasures of life."


Hmm...You certainly might describe the Kann in such a way. Right at the entrance to a wonderful dwarven city, probably one of the greatest in Santharia, a meeting point where the skill and culture of the dwarves could be displayed to numerous peoples. Morden's life had not always held times of pleasure, but rather sadness, but here life had been pretty kind to him for a time. Must be Trum-Barol's favor upon this place...

"Where ale flows freely into mugs and goblets
and friendly words greet as you go by."


Freely-flowing ale! That was certainly an appropiate line for this tavern. Morden simply could not help but glance directly at Hragnúr when he heard that line. The brewmistress had also heard the words, and did not miss his glance. Morden could not stifle a chuckle at that moment, as he awkwardly squealed a note or two in his mirth. Regaining his composure, Morden continued playing as he awaited the rest of the melody...


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Fidget on June 11, 2009, 09:47:12 AM
 ...a forced change of scenery.” Well well. He thought.  Do I detect some similarities here? His thoughts turned to the circumstances that led to his own departure from Voldar, and the journey that brought him so far from home. He barely caught her name as his mind was forced back to the present.  

Ahh yes, I found it a good idea to ah, “change my scenery” m’self. He absently pulled the amulet from under his tunic with his left hand and began spinning it on its thong. Pretending to be focused on it, he watched from under hooded lashes as she studied him. Is that anxiety or just caution? He raised his head and regarded her once again.

 “Seems a certain merchant in Ximax lost ‘is purse and I happened t’ be close by at the time. So of course they blamed the dirty fellow. He smiled, trying to appear nonchalant but the memory still irked him. I didn’t even make it into the city. It would have been a good place to recoup, maybe make a good profit as well.He set the amulet against his chest and leaned his back on the counter top looking out over the bar. “Can’t say‘s I mind though, cozy ‘ere it is.”

His attention is diverted as notices the bartender headed in what he hopes is his direction.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Laonna on June 11, 2009, 10:10:37 AM
Laonna relaxed slightly as she heard the words "Ahh yes, I found it a good idea to ah, “change my scenery” m’self."  

She had been right. Her instinct that they may be 'employed' in the same sort of way had been right. She listened to his short explanation of what happened and almost chuckled out loud, but she managed to keep her good humor in check. That sounds all to familiar.

However, the memories of Ainian and the sheer joy of a shared job tugged at her heartstrings. I miss you, and I'll find you, somehow, someday, I'll find you. Her train of thought derailed even more to the extent that she was imagining how funny it would have been if they'd attempted to steal from one another. Irritating, but funny.

She noticed the amulet that Fidget was playing with, Ah, another similarity..., her hand instinctively going towards hers, she caught the movement and just managed to turn it up towards her hair, and self consciously flattened it.

.....though, cozy ‘ere it is.”   She half nodded in affirmation, then caught Fidget's shift in attention. She turned her head away to see what he's looking at.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Salena smith on June 11, 2009, 03:26:27 PM
"Why don't ya both have a seat, and we can sit and talk while I get this arm taken care. I don't believe I know either of yer names, though ya was both very kind ta be taken heed of this ol' dwarf. And you, lass,"as he turned his attention to Salena, "I haven't had the pleasure of greeting this morn', but you were straight over here helping me anyway. Tell me a bit about yerself, would ya?"


           "Well, what would you like to know?   My parents were killed when I was younger and I have a little sister. We were raised by our grandfather after our parents died. I'm from just a small little village and I'm here looking for a special someone. So that's pretty much my story", chuckling to herself hoping she didn't sound like a babbling abyssal.  "I'm new to traveling by myself, I don't know how any of you do it, especially if your alone."

Not soon after the cook came out and handed Salena her plate of food. He asked her if she needed anything or if she wanted a drink. Salena replied with a, "Juice please." And the cook was off again.   Noticing the strange looking lady take a mighty big bite from her meal, Salena asked, "So what brings you to this amazing tavern, if you don't mind my asking?" Still waiting for the elderly gentlemen to respond.
  "My name is Salena Smith, very nice to meet you both,"  saying in an excited tone of voice.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Callista on June 11, 2009, 09:32:59 PM
Everything had happened so quickly. One minute, Callista was on her feet and the next she was on the floor. It was as simple as that! What had caught her attention, she wondered. Her wide eyes flickered and blinked as they turned to the rover who was on his knees beside her. It was his red hair, she mused, that had caught her eye. "Thankyou, I don't know what I would have done if I had to get up all by myself. These old bones are getting a little rusty."

He had introduced himself as… what was his name? Dek? Interesting name, she thought. She accepted his offer to help herself into the chair which had escaped her earlier, and took her cane. He stole a glance at the group of musicians with a glimmer of longing in his eye. She leaned forward to reach him and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry about me, Mr. Dek. I’ll be fit as a fiddle in no time. You go and join that musical group over there.”

With a warm smile she lightly pushed him in the direction of the little band, and merrily tapped her foot to the catchy rhythm and the sweet voice that poured through the air.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Deklitch Hardin on June 15, 2009, 08:26:23 AM
“Don’t worry about me, Mr. Dek. I’ll be fit as a fiddle in no time. You go and join that musical group over there.”

Not needing a second invitation, he made his way over towards the hobbits and the dwarf musicians. On his way he stopped a server, pressing a suitable coin into the server's hand, he motioned in Callista's direction.

"Please get her any drink that she'd like. If that isn't enough for it, let me know, and I'll give you some more,"  Dek said to the dwarf, before continuing.

Dek listened to the words that were coming from the singers ...

"Where ale flows freely into mugs and goblets
and friendly words greet as you go by.
"

"Unless you are a kid," Dek mumbled, probably just loud enough for someone he was passing by to hear, not that he was upset by that or anything, but it was clear to him it wasn't really a song for children.

Catching up to where the others were up to, Dek joined his voice to the others, his voice hitting the middle ranges effortlessly, mostly in tune and pace with the instruments and the other singers.

"Oh it is down by the foot of the mountain,
where the cold water runs so clear.
" as he sang, he looked around, and almost without thinking he began to jump, ignoring the stabbing pain he was getting in his left ankle.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Jenna Silverbirch on June 16, 2009, 01:17:19 AM
“There is a path that leads to a tavern,
where you get all the pleasures of life.
Where ale flows freely into mugs and goblets
and friendly words greet as you go by.”


Jenna began to sing. Her voice, while not loud, had a strange attractive quality. The sort of voice that could speak one word and calm an argument or be heard through a crowd. Her singing was quietly moving, slowly stirring, warm and gentle. As her mother had once remarked, it was much like her features- by no means beautiful, but with an attractive individuality and general pleasantness that slowly drew people in, more so than the cold perfection of beauty.

She glanced over at the tall, stern dwarf. The baroominth’s simple notes blended into the song wonderfully. As she drew breath for the next line with even greater enthusiasm, he let out a small chuckle. Well, if we’ve cheered him up we must be doing alright! she thought, catching the dwarves’ eye and winking.

“Oh it is down by the foot of the mountain,
where the cold water runs so clear.
Where the cerubell dances softly
in a breeze of cool night air.”


Jenna, lost in the music, started as another voice joined the music. She looked up to see the other rover, the fire-headed youth, singing along with them. She chuckled a little herself in that good-natured way of hers, and when she drew breath next, flashed the lad a quick grin.

“The way there goes over stone and rock,
and under shadows of silver clad trees.
Golden streaks from the shining injèrá
filtering softly through thousands of leaves.”


Jenna tapped her foot and bobbed her head to the music as the rover, caught up in some burst of youthful enthusiasm, she supposed, began to jump.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Malach Oronne on June 16, 2009, 04:42:00 AM
Malach awoke, unsure of how long he slept, but he felt it was long enough.  He put his jacket, belt, and boots back on him.  He ruffled his hair about, trying to get the tangled mess under control, and, realizing it was a lost cause, moved to his beard. This, too, was impossible to manage.  He cursed and moved to the round table at the corner of his room, tripping over what was clearly a hobbit's chair, swearing all the while, and placed there his small pouch of gold.
 
"Well," he thought. "Got plenty o' gold to buy me another ale, and perhaps ruffle a few more dwarven feathers!" He told himself this and remembered the girl who had glared at him...  "Bah!  Who cares what she thinks? The clumsy old dwarf falls down in a tavern, and she expects folks not ter laugh at 'em?" He giggled again at the memory of the dwarf flailing on the floor.  "Perhaps I did go a bit far..."  He told himself.  But then, a stronger part of him said forget about it and get a another mug of ale!  So he forgot about it, and went to his door, thirsty for just that.

He reached for the small, decorated handle, and opened the door.  Smells of some sort of spiced meat and bread wafted up to him, but he ignored it and walked down the hall, away from the stairs to the wash room.  Nobody else was in there, and he grabbed a small hand towel and began to mop away at the grime on his face.  He dipped it into a silvered bowl of water, and began to clean out his beard.  This done, he looked back at the small pool and saw the power in the weathered face, the strength in the dark, wintry eyes, and the ridiculous length of his hair.  

"Aye, you needin' a bit of hair trimmin'," he told his reflection.  "You look like a figure just taken out a child's horror tale!"  And you act like one said a voice unbidden in his mind.  "Damn!" He yelled to the water.  "It was a clumsy dwarf and a self righteous girl trying to defend the pig!"  This decided and set in his mind, he threw the bowl across the room, sending it clattering to the floor and creating a fountain of water splashing all around it.  

The trader he escorted had just walked in and asked what was going on, accompanied by a hobbit who had been making deals with him.  Malach cursed again and shoved the man away, knocking him from his feet.  He stopped and turned to help the man back up and apologize, but his pride held him back and he walked out of the washroom, ignoring the shocked hobbit.

Before making his way to the stairs to the main floor, he stopped by his room again and tried to calm down.  This anger was completely unnecessary and without any cause, and he did not know why it possessed him so.  Then he heard a pleasant sound from his open door, a song sang from an entrancing voice...  He closed his eyes, allowing the soothing sound to wash over him, and again thought of little Livanii...  He never liked leaving her so long, and he worried about her often.  He was also annoyed at the price the bird keeper required to hold a bird of her size.  "Twelve stink in' sans," he thought.  

However, recently he has been unable to find good work and has been reduced to guarding small caravans, moving families, and traveling traders, all for only a few coins.

"Well, that must be it...  little Livvy, the piggish dwarves, and lack of work has finally gotten to me!"  

"I suppose it 'bout time for a break from this chaotic life."  He said aloud, then thought about the irony of where he was and laughed and decided that, if any gods existed, they're getting a good laugh now...  He walked again to his door, in a much better mood, and walked down the hall to the stairs and entered the main floor and sat again at the small bar.  

Waiting for a server to come by and enjoying the songs from the multiple singers, he looked around the room.  He looked at the young man singing, and was somewhat shocked at the fair voice coming out of the small man.  Looking a bit closer, he realized it was a woman, though she was dressed as a man.  "Strange people..." he thought.

He looked further around saw a table of dwarves eating, and he wished he hadn't looked.  Disgusted by the way they ate, he continued looking around the room.  He saw the old dwarf who had been knocked over.  Still smiling at the image, he looked at the base of his stool and thought about how the younger woman had reacted.  

Completely devoid of all possible reasoning for the anger, he shrugged and looked around for a dwarf server.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Sir Ruil Mallister on June 22, 2009, 01:40:29 PM
The thick dwarven doors swung open slowly.  Ruil stopped in the doorway for a second, surprised by the amount of festivities this early in the day.  Do people in this city do no work?  Not like I can talk, really.  Afterall, the Brothers Mallister were mercenaries, and probably avoided being outlaws solely due to technicalities.   When the knight glanced around the room, he only took note of the various servers, looking for the one most likely to have valuable information.  Stepping to the side so his older brother could enter, the younger of the two watched the servers for a moment before finding the one he wanted: a friendly female dwarf, whom the various male dwarves already seemed interested in seeing to their bed.  She’ll know something.

He strode over to her quickly as she moved away from the table with the gambler, and met her just on the edge of the counter.  “Wench!” called Ruil just loud enough for her to hear over the songs on the other side of the room.  She heard him.  “Yes, you.  I am in need of a few things, not least of all a mug of your Tuborger Brown.”

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any Tuborger,” apologized the wench.  “But we do have other ales, if you like.”

Of course they don’t have the Brown… Ruil grimaced.  ”Fine. Regular ale will do.”  His mail clinked softly as he moved his hands to the waist of his baldric.  A moment later, he pressed some coins in her hand.  The female dwarf glared at Ruil when he didn’t let go, which made him grin.  “I’ll also take information.  I’m looking for someone missing a hand.  Certainly, a trait difficult to miss.”  His eyes bored into the wench’s.  A technique he picked up from his brother.  Watching Mathis do it to others and experiencing himself, Ruil quickly picked up how useful it was.  “Know anyone of that description?”

With the wench’s answer, the knight withdrew his hand.  “I’ll take that ale now.”  The extra coins the wench walked away with were little consolation to the discomfort of her brief interrogation, but Ruil neither noticed nor cared.  One glance at his brother was all it took to summon Mathis to his side.  “Next to the gambler.  Cloak."  The wench returned with a mug of ale.  Hm.  Faster than I expected.  Taking a swig, he glanced at his target.  “He’s the one we want.”


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Morden Peshirgolz on June 23, 2009, 08:26:14 AM
Galkhirril

"So what brings you to this amazing tavern, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Well, lass I be a regular here, ya see. Fer I be the o'erseer or the like at the trading outpost, where the merchants of many races come ta trade with us dwarves. Enjoyable work, most o' the time, not a lot ta trouble oneself about. But, every once in a while, someone gets in their head ta make trouble. Today I had a mighty spirited group o' humans a come in, and they was arguing 'bout the silliest things." He shook his head at the slightly aggravating memory, which was still fresh in his mind, though the tavern at eased the frustration he had still been experiencing when he first walked in.

"My name is Salena Smith, very nice to meet you both,"

"A pleasure ta be meeting such fine people myself, lass. It's a good day for the tavern when we come by such fine company as this." Leaning back in his chair, the elder dwarf caught the attention of a nearby server, asking him for some lunch and a "fine full mug o' ale". Receiving a bowl of sulcho soup and the mug of ale, he took a long draught from his glass before beginning to sip his soup. It was then, out of the corner of his eye, that he noticed a number of surly men entering the tavern.

They were some of the men that he had been tussling with in the market earlier. And there among the group of three or four was their leader, a sour looking middle-aged man with a petty knack for complete aggravation. Well, thought the old dwarf, they won't be upsetting my lunch. He turned his back to them and steadfastly ignored the fact that they had entered the tavern. Clearing the involuntary scowl that had crossed his face, he turned once again to his fair companions, "That be a mighty fine song they be singin'. I wonder, do either o' you lasses take interest in the arts?" Thinking that perhaps they might answer in the negative, since they had not taken part in the singing, he added, "Or if not, what is that ya enjoy most doing, just for the fun of it?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Hragnúr Pakthroon on June 23, 2009, 08:51:02 AM
Hragnúr fixed Morden with an annoyed stare when he chuckled at her during the music. So she was a bit fond of a full mug...OK, a whole lot fond of several full mugs. But she simply shook her head in mock disdain as she regarded the lovely tune that was filling the tavern with mirth. Her attention was brought back to the table she sat at when she heard a quiet cough from beside her. Someone was trying to get her attention, and that someone turned out to be the gambler Pragnék. She gave him a confused look, not understanding why he suddenly had such a shy and embarassed face on. He looked as though he had been trying to get her attention for several minutes.

"Erm, Hragnúr ol' gal, *cough*...ya wouldn't 'appen to have a copperbard on ya, now would ye?"

She stared at him, stupefied for a second by the way Pragnék was humbling himself to beg for money to make his bet. Well, perhaps the old gambler had thought this human was going to back down at his initial offer. The stupefied stare turned into a slight twitch at the corners of Hragnúr's mouth, which in turn became a full grin. Not being able to contain her mirth any longer, she broke into a boisterous guffaw. Pragnék's face became a terribly deep shade of red, and as he grumbled first apologies and then recriminations at Hragnúr, the brewmistress took a moment from her laughter to toss the appropiate coin upon the table. She supposed it was fair pay for the good laugh she got out of the experience.

The quick footsteps of one of the serving girls drew Hragnúr out of her merry state, as she noticed a queer harrowed look in the dwarfess' eye as she drew a mug from the tap. What could be the matter with her? None of the patrons had been giving trouble today, as far as the brewmistress knew. The perpetrator of that look became clear when the mug of ale was delivered to a man with a pale face with bright blond hair, a stark contrast to the earthy dwarven colors of the tavern. With indignation, she reached for her staff and heaved herself up to her feet. Lumbering to where the man was, she waved the end of it in his face to scold, an absurd situation considering the man was about twice her height. "Ya don't be givin' none o' us dwarves any trouble, 'specially the servers! I'll be boxing yer ears, and whatever other parts o' yer head I can reach if (Trum-Barol help ya) ya dare bother anyone in the tavern anymore. Ya understand?!?"

Oblivious to the confrontation, Pragnék was already making use of his new-found wealth. "Well, lad, shall we get ta rolling for the pot now? If ya be ready, I'll explain the rules to ya," he said as a greedy glint stole back into his eyes.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Foraste Lydan on June 23, 2009, 08:57:31 PM
Foraste watched as the gambler turned to the brewmistress. The tavern had picked up a boisterous crowd already. The various performers were singing and playing instruments and the mood in the tavern was merry. The two dwarves finished finished quickly and a copperbard was added to the pot.

The gambler turned and began, "Well, lad, shall we get ta rolling for the pot now? If ya be ready, I'll explain the rules to ya." The happiness in the tavern was infectious and Foraste was willing to start right away.

"I'll start right away. Teach me how to play this game," Foraste responded quickly. He waited for the dwarf's instruction.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Fidget on June 25, 2009, 12:56:00 PM
Golden streaks from the shining injèrá
filtering softly through thousands of leaves.”


Realizing that it wasn’t the hoped for server, Fidget allowed the soft melody to pull his attention back. He watched with silent amusement as a red haired young man began to hop as he sang. When he brought his mind back from wandering he took note of a group of men entering the tavern.

Well these gents don’t look like they’re here for the music. Looks like trouble brewing. With this realization he began to scan the tavern for an out of the way table he could relocate to. Turning to his current companion he nods towards the group, Looks like it might be getting’ a bit less cozy in ‘ere. Care to join me at a different table?
Not waiting for a reply he shrugs the pack on his back to a different angle surreptitiously  making it easier to draw his dagger if necessary. Standing up , he walks towards one of the small table closer to the fire place. After sitting down with his back to the corner he keeps one eye on the newcomers but gives his attention mostly to the two gamblers sitting not far from him.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Laonna on June 25, 2009, 10:11:26 PM
Whilst she waited, glancing at the server, she allowed the melody to wash over her. She rested her cheek on her hand as she listened to the music. Ahhh, there's nothing like good music. Fighting the urge to get up and dance she glanced around the room again, looking for prospective clients, when she noticed the men that entered the tavern.
She watched the exchange between the man who seemed to be the leader and a serving girl. Definitely trouble ahead...

.....cozy in ‘ere. Care to join me at a different table?

She glanced towards Fidget, who had already began moving toward a table. Lets see, stay here on my own when trouble may flare up at any moment, or stay with someone who may be able to protect me. Hmmm tough choice.... I think not!
She stood up and followed a step or two behind Fidget.
If it comes down to it, I could always run while he's busy.

Not liking the sound of her own thoughts, she reached the table and sat beside Fidget. She crossed her legs in front of her, and discretely arranged her skirt around her. Now tense from the notion of impending trouble, she forced herself to relax. Feeling the fire warm her skin, she began playing with her hair, parting it so the long tresses fell divided over her chest, then picking random strands and curling them round her fingers. She noticed his attention on the men. Were these the people who had given Fidget his forced change of scenery? They don't look like they would stand for anyone to even touch their belongings let alone steal any. Hmmm..

"Do you know them?" she asked, keeping her voice as low as possible, inclining her head in the general direction of the newcomer's, her fingers still twirling her hair round her fingers.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Deklitch Hardin on June 26, 2009, 02:28:03 AM
Lost in the words, lost in the music, lost in the movement, Dek didn't think, he just moved. It was now apparent that he wasn't just jumping, but doing more than that, that he was actually performing artistic tumbles, turns, somersaults and other such actions. Every now and then, when he came down harder than he was expecting on his injured ankle, he winced ever so slightly, but he pushed on. He was in the grip of performance, he didn't even notice when the music ended at first, so engrossed was he in his performance. Then, he wasn't in the Kann Kemruhnt any more, but rather back with the Rovers, rehearsing and then performing with the rest of his troupe. Even his senses blocked out the smells and sounds of the tavern and he was simply ... alive.

When he slowly returned to the here and now, he became aware of the throbbing in his injured ankle and realised that he had overdone it. Always a problem, he told himself, as he slowly hobbled his way to a nearby table and sat. Right, he'd just listen and sing ... at least until his foot got better, or they did a song that he really liked.

Deklicht became aware of the men who had recently entered the tavern. He wasn't sure what was going on there, but he suspected that there could well be some kind of trouble. Trouble he didn't really want to be a part of. He hoped nothing would come of it. 'Why couldn't everyone be just like the Rovers and get along?' he wondered quietly to himself, watching what was happening with those men. Dek didnt realise it, but his money pouch, such as it was was showing slightly.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Fidget on June 27, 2009, 01:02:39 AM
” Do you know them?”

 “Now what would give you an idea such as that? No, but I’ve been caught in my share tavern scuffles to sense one comin’. May be it’s nothing more’n unsatisfied customers but I’ll not wager on it.“

Without thinking fidget pulled his amulet out and removed the thong around his neck. As he toyed with it he continued. “Should have nothin‘ to do with me but I’d like to stay out of the way all the same. ”

Sliding the amulet off it’s thong he began flipping it across his knuckles like a magician might with a coin. He watched with a wry smile, while the young red haired man realized that he was in pain and limped over to a nearby table. Looking around once again he took note of the two men who had stopped the tavern maid.

 Those two don’t look particularly happy either but not familiar. Seems they have another target in mind. He thought as what appeared to be the younger motioned towards the gamblers. It’s the group by the door that concerns me they don’t seem to have a purpose other than trouble maybe.

Those two don’t bother me they look like they are looking for someone. He said  No it’s the ones by the door that cause me to worry. It looks like whatever trouble they have in mind isn’t gonna be focused on a single person.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Laonna on June 27, 2009, 01:34:06 AM
"No it’s the ones by the door that cause me to worry. It looks like whatever trouble they have in mind isn’t gonna be focused on a single person. "

As she heard this, Laonna stopped toying with her hair. This is serious, what should I do? Biting her lip in thought, her mind running across all the possabilities of what could happen, before her memories of the past burst through. The pain...the unnecessary violence.....

"Not again. Not now." She whispered, well below the range of hearing. Just get up and run. Don't stop. Never stop until your legs give out. Go now. Listening to these words that thundered round and round her head, a single tear tracked down her cheek, in remembrance of her all too short childhood. She brushed it away, thankful that Fidget's attention looked to be completely diverted.

No, I WILL not let this happen. If I can do anything, anything at all, to stop whatever violence is going to happen, then I must do it. No one should ever feel how I've felt. The innocent shouldn't suffer.....

Her attention lit on the man before her And what of him? Did he want to run, just like her. Would he do anything? Would he help her?

She decided to question Fidget, maybe get a better notion of him. The previous interaction being too short to get an accurate reading of him she asked  " That looks pretty, where did you get it?" Hoping the innocuous question would lead to answers, and attempting to push the recently disturbed memories of her past back, she waited.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Fidget on June 27, 2009, 05:42:49 AM
”That looks pretty, where you get it?”

He gave her a sharp glance, weighing how much he should reveal. Ahh come off it you’re a long way from Voldar lad, and it’s not like you killed someone. Really you didn’t  even steal anything. Not for lack of tryin‘ though. He shook his head and smiled at her. “It was my mothers. The only thing I have, need really, from home. Never knew her but I like to think she uses it to watch over me. Dunno why I think that not as if I have many accomplishments.”With a grin he continues.” Least none I want her watchin’.”

He stopped and studied the amulet smiling again ruefully, this time at himself. “Strange thing to hold on to perhaps. I wonder if things would have been different if she had lived.”He shakes his head again “Bah, you got me talkin’ ’nonsense now. Not a bit of it makes a difference, all the wonderin’ wont change what is, not sure I’d change it if I could.” “Looking back up he continues in a more lighthearted tone.[/color=black] Just a little piece of what might have been, nothing fancy. Not even very valuable.”[/color]


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Laonna on June 27, 2009, 06:07:48 AM
Listening to Fidget talk of his amulet and the link to his mother she realised that they were a lot of similarities between them So many things are the same, he could almost be your brother, if you weren't an only child. Could I let him in? Just for once it would be nice to talk to someone who understands, but what then? Would talking about it undo the wrongs or bring them back?

Still she felt she should reciprocate the way that Fidget had let her into that tiny piece of his life. What could go wrong? He's not that relative who made you call him uncle. On the other hand, he's not Ainian. The pros and cons fought their battle inside her head, seeming to take an eternity to figure out the best course. But within seconds she realised where the right choice lay.

She took her own pendant from inside her shirt, curled tight in her fist. She opened it and noticed that today it had an opalescent sheen to it and almost seemed to glow. She took this as a good omen and so continued to show it to Fidget. A deep sigh escaped her lips before she said anything. "My Father gave this to me. Before he.....Before he went.  Not able to continue with the story, she just looked at Fidget, tears threatening to spill over onto her cheeks. Without looking away and fighting to control her emotions she placed the pendent back inside her shirt.

She forced a smile onto her face, I've asked people what stone this is, but no one seems to know. Wishing she did have the power to change her history she finally glanced away.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Pline on June 27, 2009, 09:06:48 AM
Pline rolled his sleaves up after finishing the song and tried to catch the eye of someone who might be able to give him a glass of something cool. Failing that, Plne decided he might as well give his fingers and voice a moment's rest before trying to play a little bit more. Putting his mandolin's strap over one arm, his pack's over Pline quickly grabbed his stick and wandered over to the young fellow who appeared to be having some trouble walking.
"If you fall over from an injury, you'll have no chance to fall over from anything else, lad." Pline handed him the stick, chuckling a little. It'd do better than having him walking around on that.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Mathis Mallister on June 27, 2009, 09:28:52 AM
A restraining hand fell on Ruil's shoulder as the dwarf's staff began to wag about before his face. The little knight's learning everything but restraint, Mathis observed internally. He half desired to seize his brother and do a little eye-boring of his own. Instead he uttered "Vouchsafe, vouchsafer, vouchsafest, sir." hoping Ruil would catch his meaning. Perhaps he had found their man, but he had also alerted the entire tavern that they were interested in more than rest and refreshment - though after riding all night Mathis could certainly use both.

With worried eyes already darting between the brewmistress and the Mallisters (apprehension being further intensified by another party of men that entered behind them, making mere interrogation look like initiation of invasion) Mathis decided to press forward down the path Ruil had opened up to them. "I offer our unabashed and authentic apology. We bear absolutely no intention to cause trouble for the treasure of it, least of all to this establishment or the servers." He spoke only for himself there, he knew, but that was something the bearded woman would have no desire whatsoever to hear.

He was especially careful with his next words, taking this opportunity to make clear that the party that had entered behind them was not affiliated with the two brothers in any way. "My ... associate and I ride as representatives of the township of Courtford. If he was at all ... underhanded it was only to circumvent concerning your custom." Mathis lowered his voice, though not enough so those immediately adjacent would not overhear. "We are here to warn you that there may be a murderer in your midst. We intend only to ... protect your patrons, and apprehend the criminal."


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Fidget on June 28, 2009, 12:17:18 AM
Fidget leans in to peer at the stone the girl held up. What was her name again? Lana, Leona, Laonna, hah that’s it , I think.

Hmm I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. Remarkable actually as I have seen quite a few gems doing… errr in my line of work. You said your father gave it to you? Mine gave me this one, well he had it and I took it. Seein’ as how he wanted little to do with me I needed something as a familial tie.” As he spoke he held up the eye between forefinger and thumb. Though  come to think of it Kel, my uhh mentor once told me about a ring that he had sto… found. The way he described it sounds similar to how this looks. He never did find out what it was, other than worth a few goldbards.”

After speaking he threaded the thong back through the amulets loop and stuck it in his pocket. Leaning back in his chair he once again took note of what was happening in the inn. The older looking of the two who had accosted the maid was now speaking in quiet but seemingly apologetic tones. Thinking that this crisis was at the least over for the moment he turned back to the group by the door. Seeing that they had not yet made any indication as to why they had arrived he looked back to Laonna.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Laonna on June 28, 2009, 07:18:00 AM
Though  come to think of it Kel, my uhh mentor once told me about a ring that he had sto… found. The way he described it sounds similar to how this looks. 

Her heart jumped a beat. Maybe this is it... maybe I can find out why my father gave...

...never did find out what it was, other than worth a few goldbards.”

Her heart sank again. ....Or maybe not.
Disappointment sprang to her face but she hid it for the time being. She noticed his attention turn to the men, and then, seemingly satisfied, back to her.

She rested her cheek in her hand once again, feeling a little more relaxed. She offered a smile to Fidget. 

"Kel? That name sounds familiar.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Hragnúr Pakthroon on June 29, 2009, 08:56:50 AM
"We are here to warn you that there may be a murderer in your midst. We intend only to ... protect your patrons, and apprehend the criminal."

What! A murderer, in Tyr Donian? The dwarven community was almost always very peaceful. Dwarves tended to get along pretty well with each other, most of the time, and crime wasn't something that happened often. And if it did, it was often a petty stupidity by some foreigner. And so Hragnúr reacted to this statement with some confusion. Spluttering for a moment, she couldn't spit any words out. So she shut up for a second, but that didn't really help either. She tried to calmly formulate what she was going to do next, in response to all this. She finally managed a somewhat calm reply to the men standing in front of her, "Thank ya for the..the warnin'...I'll keep my eye out for things."

Her mind calmed a little, she relaxed. Then she thought a little more about what was just said to her. A. murderer. in. the. inn. Then she became very angry. How could someone like that dare to come into her tavern? That wasn't going to happen any day of the week, and she would see to that. With this squarely set in her mind, she tapped the man who had just spoken to her on the shoulder, "Beggin' yer pardon, but how will I know this man? And what proof do ya got of his murder? If I were you, I'd get one o' the dwarves in town ta send word to the clan-chieftan, and he'd root that no-good right out o' the Mithral Mountains!"

Oblivious to this little interaction was the gambler Pragnék. He had his eye on the prize, and he felt that he was within reaching distance of it being all his. With his newfound (though borrowed) wealth, he had gained new confidence. With deliberateness, he began to explain the game to the man sitting across from him. "Astragals...Astragals is the game we be playin', and it involves the rollin' o' dice, see. Two ankle bones of a sheep, marked on six sides, with six numbers. Let's ya roll two through twelve. Ya can use each number rolled separately, or add 'em together, up to you. The first person to roll each number, two through twelve, takes the pot. But, if ya happen to fail, and see the skull, then yer acid's mine, see." He laid the dice in front of the man. "Shall ya roll first?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Morden Peshirgolz on June 29, 2009, 09:02:24 AM
Morden sighed in satisfaction when the song was complete. Certainly, this had lightened him up quite a bit, and he fingered his baroomith fondly as he absently hummed the tune that continued to run through his head. This was exactly why he had found the Kann to be such a welcome place to stay. Here he was away from the troubles that had seemed to plague him so often, here he found an abundance of friends new and old, all good for sharing laughter and drinks. And what fine musicians had wandered into the tavern of their own accord! Morden wondered how they had come to learn to play, and in this spirit turned to the young hobbit who had played the lute, remembering the fair voice the hobbit had displayed during the impromptu performance. It was this voice that was beginning to give him doubts over his initial assessment of this "lad".

"That were a fine bit o' string work, and a very fine work o' singing, if I might say so...lad." Not wanting to offend, in the case that his surmise was entirely offbase, Morden continued addressing the hobbit the same way he had been before. "I was wonderin', how did ya learn to make music so nicely? Ya seems like ta enjoy a good song, have ya played long?" Morden thought of the many years of practice that he had invested in his playing. It was made worth it by the years he had now spent enjoying the instrument. Even with only one hand, he was still a good player, and he relished opportunities to play. In such a crowded environment, he was not always apt to performing, but the enthusiasm of the hobbits had swayed his normally reticent tendencies.



Weljan was the leader of a merchant band that was currently traveling through the coastline bordering the Mithral Mountains. He had stopped in Tyr Donian with his boys to do some trading, and that was where the trouble started. He was not particularly inclined to liking dwarves, but he also had a low estimate of their intelligence, leading him to the belief that he could get easy prices from them. Thus, when the dwarves had refused to sell their goods to him for the prices he had offered, he was quite angered. And when they refused to buy his goods, which they argued were of poor craftmanship, he was even more angered. This was some of the finest carpentry in the region, he claimed, how could they refuse? He knew that his claims weren't at all true, but again he had underestimated dwarven intellect. Now he had decided to try and get a measurement of what dwarven anger was like.

Galkhirril was the overseer and arbiter at the trading outpost of Tyr Donian. So naturally, when disputes about goods and prices came up with Weljan, he had been called to officiate. And so Weljan's anger had fallen mainly upon the old dwarf. Further, Weljan had decided that this morning's outburst had not gotten the point across, and so had come into this tavern while the sun was high, to work things out with Galkhirril. It was in a stormy mood that he left his seat, with the two men he had brought with him trailing just behind him, to face up to the dwarf once more. "Well, oldie, ya got anything you want ta say ta me?!? I think me and my men are owed some apology for your stubborn ways, what do you think?!?" Weljan then tried to explain to Galkhirril exactly what he should be thinking by laying a thick sweaty palm on his shoulder, grinning evilly.

Galkhirril looked up at him, and said with complete coolness and a deadpan even tone, "Would ya mind movin' yer hand, lad?" It appeared that trouble was going to brew, unless someone stepped in.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Thorin Broadfist on June 29, 2009, 10:34:37 AM
"Dwarf, you know its rude to stare." The rough Therigerim caught Thorin off guard. He muttered an apology, in Tharian, as he took a drink. His eyes wandered some as an older woman entered the tavern. When the thud of her falling brought his gaze back, Dek had already jumped over to help her. "A fine young lad that one is. A fine young lad...

It was then that Thorin noticed that Morden had gone over to the two musicians where he took a seat and pulled out his baroomith. His attention was again stolen by the opening of the door, this time for a young lady just in the prime of her life. As she strode over to the bar, another fiery headed man joined her. "Now where did he come from? And his hair... I never thought there where that the color of hair was common, but then the people in here already are far from common. Is that, music?"

The music consumed Thorin. He wasn't sure when it had started nor when it ended, but for the moment in between, it was all he was. Thorin barely noticed that Dek had begun to leap and tumble despite his injured leg and he took no notice of the man who had just come down the stairs nor the imposing men entering. When the music finally did end, a look sorrow took over Thorin's face.

Yet, when he saw three men bothering Galkhirril, he gulped down the last of his ale and rose from his table. "What in the Stonefather's name are they bothering him for!? Lousy thugs by the looks of it. Hmph." Glancing around the tavern once more, Thorin saw some men conversing with Hragnúr. "What did that one say? Curdelers? Bah, that can't be right." Thorin tapped the arm of who seemed to be the leader of the group. "Excuse me, but you may not want to anger him, he's feistier than he looks." Thorin hoped what he thought was a bluff would work. "Stonefather, please let them leave without starting trouble. Please..." Wishing he would see no more trouble, he waited to see how the man would respond.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Salkazrian on June 30, 2009, 12:12:59 AM
   Entering the tavern, Salkazrian was surprised to see so many humans.  Of course, there were plenty of dwarves, too, but the human contingent of the room seemed unusually large; in more ways than one!

   “It feels good to be back underground,” she thought to herself with a slight smile.  It was somehow comforting to be surrounded by solid rock.

   For the past two weeks, the blond haired officer had been training a unit of Seyelites in the Mithral Mountains.  It had been fun, no doubt, but damned hard work, too!  Now that it was over, she felt like having some down time, and had taken the opportunity to visit the Mitharim Dwarves before heading home.

   “I’ll have an ale, and some doch nuts, too, if you’ve got any,” she said to the bartender as she leant against the counter.  Then, whilst she was waiting for her drink to arrive, she carefully surveyed the room in more detail.

   Nothing of much interest caught her eye, small groups of people and dwarves were deep in conversation, laughing and joking; drinking and eating.

   “Seems you’ve got good business here,” she said to the bartender when she returned with the ale and nuts.  “How much do I owe you?”

   After handing over the five sans due, Salkazrian approached an empty table by the fire.  It was in a good position for watching the goings on of the other patrons, and the fire’s warmth would do her aching bones good.

   “Yes, I’m definitely getting older!” she thought to herself as she sat down.  The past two weeks of sleeping in the wild had somehow seeped into her joints.  With an audible sigh, she stretched her legs in front of her, and arched her back slightly.  An unpleasant cracking noise came from her neck as she tilted it to either side.  “Ah, that’s better!”

   Feeling more relaxed now, and a lot warmer, Salkazrian eased her red tunic off, and draped it over the back of her chair.  The fire’s heat washed over her newly exposed skin, and it felt good!

   Taking the tankard of ale in hand, Salkazrian lifted it to her nose, and took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she did so.  The brew smelt good; a deep, earthy fragrance, with a nutty finish.

   “Here’s to the dwarves and their first-rate ale!” she toasted mentally.

   After taking a deep draught, she felt refreshed, and her taste buds tingled slightly, eager for more.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Foraste Lydan on June 30, 2009, 03:23:28 AM
Foraste listened to the dwarf's explanation of the rules, Pragnék was definitely eager to win today. Astragals, he had played the game but never this variant. He picked up the dice and threw them quickly down onto the table. They rolled to a stop and displayed a five and a four.

Better get nine, Foraste thought, I may not get this chance again later. He spoke aloud,"I will add the two together and get nine." While waiting for Pragnék to roll he turned his gaze to the full tavern, a military officer walked in and sat down at the bar. The old dwarf was having some trouble with some traders.

Typical ignorant people, not worth being taught a lesson. If only people could look past preconceived notions. Foraste turned back to the table and gulped his ale.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Deklitch Hardin on June 30, 2009, 06:25:23 AM
"If you fall over from an injury, you'll have no chance to fall over from anything else, lad." one of the musicians said to Dek, and the boy gratefully took the stick offered.

"Thanks for that," Dek replied, "Can I get you something to drink? That song, took me back to my time with the Rovers."

Dek realised suddenly his money pouch was showing slightly, and with a muttered curse he got it from his pocket. He needed to be more careful with it ... and with this injury, who knew when he'd next be able to perform. He looked around the room, Dek hoped that trouble wasn't brewing ... but judging by those traders, it was.

Dek watched with mounting alarm as the merchants began to speak to one of the dwarves working here. Thorin, that dwarf was attempting to intervene, but it seemed as though no one else was doing anything about it, so Dek rose to his feet, and stood on the seat he had been sitting in, and then he began to chant in a loud voice,

"Hey, there! Hoop-la! The Rovers are in town!
Have you seen the actors? Have you seen the clown?
Have you seen the dancers leap without a single care?
Have you seen the gymnasts balance high up in the air?
Have you seen the juggler toss knives both up and down?
Hoop-la! Hoop-la! the Rovers are in town!"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Sir Ruil Mallister on June 30, 2009, 02:34:35 PM
Ruil’s frown deepened when the ale mistress had the audacity to wag her stick in his face.  The blonde knight was quite tempted to unhook his mace and smack the female dwarf across her face.  Fortunately for all parties, he refrained, despite his contempt for the dwarven peasant (much the same contempt he held for all peasants).  Instead, he merely brushed the thing from his face with the back of his hand.  That’s when his older brother placed his hand brusquely on his shoulder, interjecting with his own wisdom.

Vouchsafe, vouchsafer, vouchsafest.  The phrase echoed in Ruil’s head.  Right, of course, thought the younger Mallister.  He glanced around the room discreetly, taking note of the increasing tension in the room.  Whether it was wholly due to his brief (and not so discreet as he previously thought) interrogation of the dwarfess, or could also be attributed to the arrival of a small gang of petty thugs, he couldn’t say.  But the tension was there.  Ruil would have been glad to be armed and armored, but the ruffians seemed without arms themselves.  They’re insignificant, thought the man as he took another swig of his ale.  Not even worth the worry.

Mathis’s explanation of their current situation to the dwarfess before them clearly vexed her.  When her cane once again reached up, this time to his brother’s shoulder, Ruil set his fist on his hip.  He took another swig of the ale to keep from doing anything stupid.  After what happened in Mach a year ago, it was hard to keep from killing anyone who put anything near his or his kin’s throats.  Call me paranoid, reflected Ruil.  One town died that night.  And I am uncertain I wouldn’t do it again.

Ruil came back to the present right as the barkeep inquired of the murderer and proof thereof.  He glanced at Mathis, forcing an upcoming chuckle into more of his typical grimace.  “It would be quicker and quieter to do this on our own,” he replied to her.  “He shall not be escaping us…” He took a quick glance to the person the serving lass pointed out.  His tone brooked no argument.  “…provided our path remains unhindered and methods overlooked.”

Now he wished he hadn’t left his spear in the stall.  The current atmosphere of the tavern paralleled that of the one in Mach.  For a moment, Ruil was quite glad his friend had not followed him from the Truban province.  She won’t have her throat opened here, at least.  The thought did little to comfort him and so, with another brief glance to his brother, he folded his arms.  Hopefully, Mathis would pioneer the capture of their target with little incident.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Galthas on July 01, 2009, 05:34:36 AM
Galthas awoke from his daydream just as Pragnek finished explaining the rules of the game. He hadn't really been paying attention as he already knew the rules to the game. Ugh, he thought to himself while rubbing his beard, as he looked down at what his two gambling partners had bid. "Well, my friends," he began mournfully, "looks like 'ave been ou'bid. I'da be doin' ya a disrespect, puttin' up anything I got again' that." For he only had 58 sans left in his pouch and needed most of it to get back to his home. "Well, A'll leave ya ta yer game, then."

After leaving the two gamblers to their game, he arose with a grunt to discover there was a great tension filling the tavern. He muttered a silent curse and prayed to Trum-Baroll that this not be more than a petty argument. The large dwarf moved over to his own table to discover that his cat, Almond, had awoken and eaten what was left of his doch nuts. Smiling, he stroked her over the head a few times and picked up his pack, looking around for a good conversation partner. The only one who seemed not to be staring at the two militarymen talking to Hragnur was a human military officer sitting contentedly by the fire.

Galthas decided to engage this lone officer in conversation, so he moved over to the empty chair next to her and sat down heavily. "I'd like ta sit here if ya don' mind," he said heartily, looking at the woman's face. Her nose had been broken, he noticed, but she looked very bright. Good, thought a pleased Galthas, I knew that I'd picked a good partner for intellectual conversation, she looks... By Trum-Baroll!  Shocked, he had just discovered that the woman's left arm was missing from the elbow down. He looked quickly to the badges on her waistband, trying to hide the look of shock on his round face. "So," he managed to get out without his voice cracking, "what brings a dec'rated war hero like yerself out to Tyr Donian?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Salkazrian on July 01, 2009, 02:28:55 PM
   Feeling more at ease, the Seyelite officer took a closer look at what was going on inside the tavern.  She soon noticed a group of three men standing next to an elderly dwarf, and their body language told her that they were on edge, probably getting ready for a fight.  A second dwarf was apparently trying to resolve the problem, and Salkazrian hoped that nothing more would come of it.  Still, it wouldn’t take her long to get over there if things started to get ugly.

   Suddenly, a young boy jumped onto his chair and started shouting something about Rovers, jugglers, and clowns.  Was he drunk?  Or was he just plain crazy?

   “I'd like ta sit here if ya don' mind.”

   A large, rotund dwarf interrupted her thoughts.

   “Please, be my guest,” she replied as the newcomer sank into the chair opposite her.

   It didn’t take him long to notice her missing arm, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly at his reaction.  It was nothing new, though, and Salkazrian carried on the conversation without making reference to it.

   “Curiosity, I suppose,” she answered, “I’ve wanted to come here for a while, but only just got the opportunity to do so.  And after spending the past fourteen moons in the mountains, this ale and this fire are most welcome!   Here, have some doch nuts.”

   Salkazrian pushed the dish of nuts into the centre of the table, so that her new companion could more easily reach them.

   “But how about yourself; you’re a local, I take it?”


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Galthas on July 02, 2009, 01:22:04 AM
Galthas got over the shock of the officer's missing arm when she answered his question casually. He was immensely releived that she hadn't taken offense to his facial reaction that he couldn't hide.

"I guess ya could say that," he began, taking one of the doch nuts the woman had offered him, "Ahm from a li'l village up in tha Mithrals."

The large dwarf was truly very grateful for the nuts he had been offered, for he had wanted to order some food. Because of the stressful situation with the cook, however, he had decided it better not to interrupt the conversation she was having with the militarymen.

"Thank ya very much fer the nuts." He thought about what she had said as a response to his question. A human officer in the Mithral Mountains, the dwarf pondered as he ate his nut, that's very odd. "What army ya with?" he asked when his curiosity got the better of him, but he really did want to know what a group of soldiers were doing so close to his home.

After swallowing the doch nut he had been chewing, he took another nut and hoped that the situation would blow over soon so he could get some ale. Suddenly, his cat, Almond jumped onto the floor and soon she had expertly caught a mouse. She jumped back up onto Galthas's lap as he began to stroke her again.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Fidget on July 02, 2009, 01:12:42 PM
”Kel? The father I should have had in a way. Taught me mor’n my real one ever did. He was an old man I met on the streets of Voldar. Took us kids in, taught us to take care of our selves. Some of us he taught other more useful skills. I knew him for, oh five six years before he died.”

He paused for a moment, staring over her shoulder as the memories flooded through him. Nothing specific just a multitude of random events that created a whole. A gesture here a smirk there, the scolding he got from a slip of the hand or the praise of a job well done. All the little things that made Kelodin the man he knew. All this passed through him in an instant, momentarily removing him from the present.

When he brought his mind back to the present he realized that the scene between the two men and the tavern girl had calmed. The three men who had entered after had found their target, and though it didn’t seem like anything they would trouble him he shrugged his pack off and loosened the tie of his cloak.

After all this he turned back to the girl next to him ”So yeah unless your from Voldar I doubt you would know him not much of a nobody. Just a crazy old..” He was interrupted by the boisterous singing from the red haired boy, who had stood up on a chair.

“Have you seen the juggler toss knives both up and down? Hoop-la! Hoop-la! the Rovers are in town!" As he listened the realization came to him. Ahh that’s why such a young man is here. I wonder where the rest of his troupe are. Hmm interesting way to try and stop a fight. After the impromptu performance Fidget began to clap in a slow almost sarcastic way. To attempt to take the edge out of his manner he shot the lad a beaming grin before turning back to his companion of the hour.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Laonna on July 02, 2009, 03:01:13 PM
On hearing the description of Kel, she paused to search her memories. Drawing a complete blank she inhaled, ready to tell this to Fidget. By this time, his attention was turned to the young man who had attempted to break the tension by chanting.

A smile lit upon her face for a moment as she thought Well, that's a unique way of doing it. Her attention was brought back to the man beside her as he clapped his hands slowly, and to her thinking, somewhat derisively. The smile that appeared on his face reassured her that he wasn't being all that serious.

Seeing that his attention was now back on her she smiled. Shaking her head, her hair whipping around her face, she conveyed the thought that she was mistaken about Kel. "I don't think I knew him,  she paused quickly to recheck her memories, "after a while the names of people and places seem to all run together." She settled back in to the chair, a small smile touching the corners of her mouth.

I'm sure he knows what you mean. He looks well traveled. I wonder.... You never know unless you ask. You wouldn't happen to know of someone called Ainian, would you?  Hope adorning her face and sparkling in her eyes, she awaited eagerly for an answer.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Salkazrian on July 02, 2009, 05:36:06 PM
   "I'm with the Seyelites; the only army worth being with!"  Salkazrian smiled as she said this, showing that she wasn't being too serious.  "I've been with them for almost as long as I can remember.  Well, except for a few years when I was up north."

   Salkazrian idly took a doch nut herself, and washed it down with another swig of ale.

   "But I suppose you're wondering why we're in your neighbourhood, right?  Well, nothing to worry about, we've just been on a training exercise; letting the vai get used to fighting in the mountains."

   Noticing that the dwarf wasn't drinking anything, Salkazrian offered to buy him something.

   "These doch nuts are too salty to have on their own; what do you want to drink...sorry, I didn't catch your name?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Fidget on July 03, 2009, 01:05:34 AM
Seeing the look in her eyes Fidget dredged his memory. Recalling a certain incident in Salsair where he had attempted to pick the wrong pocket he smiled and told her what he could.

Hmm Ainian you say . I seem to remember a man with that name. Let me think, ahh  yes Salsair I believe. Don’t know if he’s the one your looking for though. He was wearing the livery of some noble man or an other. Close cropped dark hair ‘bout my age I think, maybe a bit older. Met him in a tavern actually, seem to meet a lot of people in taverns. We played a bit of a dice game for a while, and told stories, none of them true but entertaining all the same. Watchful of his valuables he was. This said with a self deprecating grin.Sorry don’t know if this helps we really didn’t talk about anything of importance.

Wonder who this Ainian is to her. Don’t see much of a resemblance so probably not a brother. Though I did have a bit to much to drink that night, Ha, probably wouldn’t have tried to rob him if I hadn’t. Good thing he had been drinking to, to my way of thinking. Lover maybe, she has the look.

 So, if you don’t mind me asking. Is he your brother? Looking for long lost family? He didn’t believe that this was the case but wanted to use a bit of tact to try and draw her out.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Laonna on July 03, 2009, 01:30:08 AM
"Hmm Ainian you say . I seem to remember a man with that name."

She could barely contain the radiant smile that enveloped her face. Finally, after so long! After all the fruitless searching, the days of almost giving up, finally, some news!

"So, if you don’t mind me asking. Is he your brother? Looking for long lost family?"

Overjoyed at this precious piece of news she dropped her apprehension and distrust for a moment. No, He was a ....
How to describe him? Mentor... No, that's too cold, Saviour.... Hah, no, that's too much of an embellishment. I know he was, but if you say that you'll sound silly.
A coy smile appeared on her face as she thought."...Friend, a good friend. The best."

She sighed contentedly before continuing. We got in a little trouble, just under two years ago. He saw what was coming and told me to go, so I did. I never heard from him after that. Not even one word. A wistful sigh escaped her lips. Just to hear he's still alive...  

Glancing at Fidget, full of gratitude, she lay a hand on the table before murmuring Thankyou.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Mathis Mallister on July 06, 2009, 01:17:17 AM
The dwarf woman wags her tongue as much as that stick of hers, it seems. She even dared to touch him, several short taps that drew his attention back to the face a few fores above the floor. She spoke and Ruil replied while Mathis gave careful consideration to their next course of action. Fear was a constant companion of Mathis Mallister, once often felt and more recently routinely produced, and he now decided that the dwarf would know it as well. As long as she believed any unfamiliar face could be that of a killer, she would be forced to let the brothers handle the situation as they saw fit - or alert the local authorities herself. Even if he was going to let her fears and doubts linger, some reassuring was in order if the latter was to be avoided, especially considering the words that Ruil had left unspoken between the lines of his explanation of intent.

"Once we have secured the accused and assured the safety of Tyr Donian we will bring him before your chieftain. The Santhran's Justice requires local leadership's leave as well as proof of guilt to remove a suspect from a dwarven settlement." Mathis was lying to the dwarf. The brothers had never let bureaucracy impede their work before, and now was no time to pick up a troublesome new habit. Mathis was already deeply in need of a drink, and perhaps something more. Though such thoughts still made him feel somewhat guilty, he quickly saw the discomfort was for naught, as a sweeping glance from one end of the room to the other announced to him that most of the women present that morning in The Kann Kemruhnt were dwarves, elves, or hobbits. The few human females were either too old or had the look that suggested some friendly conversation would be required before bedding. Far too early for that. If Mathis had been alone he might have yawned.

At the end of the sweep, his eyes settled on the man that seemed to be the leader of the thugs that had entered just behind the Mallister brothers. He seemed to have quickly put himself to work as a bothersome distraction, apparently accosting a hoary old dwarf that had escaped his notice despite sitting at a table with much of the most flattering feminine specimens, intentionally subjecting himself to their frippery. One of the girls, who looked like just that - a mere girl - even wore a sword. If the god's were good, the swordmaiden would stand and give the offender a good thrashing, and Mathis a good laugh. Fool. When have the gods ever been especially good?

Mathis looked back at the brewmistress and nodded towards the impending altercation, alerting Hragnúr to it with the added intent of sending her on her way. "You may have other troubles as well. Oddly enough, I have little confidence in that greyler's skill to manage them on his own." He would have also suggested that perhaps a few pokes or a wag of her stick would solve the problem, but restrained himself. He already regretted his promise to protect the patrons. The things we do for money ...

The elder bounty-hunter raised a hand, a signal for Ruil to hold back and watch their "murderer" while he took a few steps toward the crowded table where the old dwarf sat. The tall musician had finished his performance and loomed large above a loud young lad and pair of hobbits, apparently still oblivious to the presence of those that hunted him. What Mathis moved toward now was a waste of time and effort, but if a fight erupted it would be only far too easy to lose the killer in the chaos. Someone had to soothe the situation, but what Mathis had seen flash in his younger brother's eyes when he charged him with vigilance had disturbed him. He knew what it was. The boy was worried about the man and the dwarf, and the crippled man as well most like. Ruil was worried this would be another Mach, another massacre. The things we do for love ...


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Galthas on July 09, 2009, 05:08:19 AM
The Seyelites, thought Galthas, well, at least they're only doing training. He looked at the woman's uniform again as she offered to buy him a drink and asked his name.

"Ma name's Galthas," he told her when she had finished speaking, "Galthas Tavaria."  Stroking his warm cat as she lay in his lap, he noticed that she had closed her eyes and fallen asleep.

Then he spoke to the officer again, "Nah, I'll wait 'til the situation here calms down afor orderin' somethin'. They must have you up here trainin' the new recruits, considerin' all yer medals an all."

Galthas motioned to her uniform and took another doch nut while sitting back, relaxed, in his chair.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Salkazrian on July 15, 2009, 12:25:21 AM
   “It’s nice to meet you, Galthas; I’m Salkazrian.”

   After reaching over to shake the dwarf’s hand, Salkazrian turned her attention to the ‘situation’ that Galthas had mentioned.  Two men, looking even more out of place here than herself, had been talking to a dwarven woman.  Now, one of the men had walked over to the table where trouble was brewing.

   “I don’t think it’s much of a problem.”  Salkazrian said, and then called out to the brewmistress, raising her arm as she did so.

   “Another ale here, and make it a strong one!”

   Having ordered the drink, she looked down at the various badges that adorned her waistband, and smiled.

   “Aye, you’re right there, Galthas; I’ve been training the vai; pretty hard, too!

   "I was at war in the Prominent Mountains before.  Perhaps you know them?  The Kurakim live up there.”


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Morden Peshirgolz on July 15, 2009, 08:48:01 AM
Galkhirril

"Excuse me, but you may not want to anger him, he's feistier than he looks."

"Eh, ya say so, dwarf? I'm willing t'see just how feisty the old blockhead will get. I don't particularly like the disrespect he's shown me and my boys. Fair's fair, and we want to get what we deserve. If this ol' relic'll just let us trade with the fine folk o' Tyr Donian, we'll leave him to his peace," Weljan glared at the younger dwarf who had intervened in a matter he considered strictly his own personal business. What did it matter to this dwarf anyway? He wasn't a merchant, as far as Weljan knew.

Galkhirril looked appreciativley at Thorin, giving him a quick wink before speaking, "Aye lad, there still be spirit in me bones. Now, gentlemen, ya don't be trying to be persuading me no more. I've had more than enough of yer empty talk, and I don't particular like yer manners. If ya'd be kind enough to leave this tavern to its business, I'll--"

"Hey, there! Hoop-la! The Rovers are in town!..."

Galkhirril turned his head quickly to see what the young human was trying to do. It didn't take the old dwarf long to realize that this was his chance of ending the conversation with this group of wannabe ruffians before they backed up any of their threats. Perhaps if Dek performed something, maybe led the tavern in a song, he could get these merchants out of here without a fuss. It certainly was better than throwing the lot out of here. He hurriedly turned to the two ladies he had been speaking to before, "Quick lasses, I'm a thinking the time requires a bit o' song. If that Rover lad'll lead us, let's get the tavern singing again shall we?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Hragnúr Pakthroon on July 15, 2009, 09:09:55 AM
“It would be quicker and quieter to do this on our own…provided our path remains unhindered and methods overlooked.”

Hragnúr thought a bit about this reply. Enigmatic, lacking the details necessary to calm her doubts and fears, it seemed a cop-out. But perhaps that was being a bit too accusing, since so far these men hadn't done anything except harassing one waiter. That was inexcusable, true, but not yet reason enough to brand this pair as criminals. A bit on the rowdy side, surely, but Hragnúr needed something more before passing judgement. At any rate, she would like to get some more details on what exactly was going on. The more she talked to these two, the more unsettling their presence and words became to her. "Well, what methods did ya have in mind, 'cuz I'm not gonna overlook anything more like what ya did ta me serving lass, hear? Now I think ya owe a little more respect ta me, seeing as I'm the one putting up with ya hanging 'bout me tavern. How 'bout ya answering a few questions--"

"Once we have secured the accused and assured the safety of Tyr Donian we will bring him before your chieftain. The Santhran's Justice requires local leadership's leave as well as proof of guilt to remove a suspect from a dwarven settlement."

This was more reassuring, if it was true. She certainly didn't yet have reason to order these men out of her tavern, so for the moment all she could do was keep a watchful eye. These men could be telling the truth, and could actually be serving some just cause. As long as they remained peaceful and law-abiding in her tavern, there was no reason to reprimand them, was there? "That sounds reasonable, I'll admit to ya. Just mind yerselves, and keep out o' any trouble. Any more harassing of the folk o' this tavern, and I'll be obliged to rid this establishment o' yer kind sirs presences."

She shook her staff at them one more time, as if wagging a finger in their faces, simply to pound home the sincerity of what she was telling them. Ambling away from the pair, she cast her glance about the tavern until she espied Morden, sitting at a table near two hobbits. She needed at least one other person to know what was going on, if for nothing than to get it off her chest. "Morden, I got something ta tell ya. Ya see those two--" she stopped abruptly as a new thought occurred to her. If the tavern patrons got wind of the idea that a murderer might be in their midst, the effect would be disastrous, to say the least. Better that this be a well-kept secret for now, "What I mean...eh, is...that I should be wantin' ta talk to ya in private in a few minutes. Perhaps after yer done playing, eh? That'd be good, friend."

She slowly walked back to the bar, standing in front of the several large barrels of ale, awaiting the moment when she could discuss things more clearly with Morden. While she sat there waiting, another dwarf in the tavern sat in his seat, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Thinks he's good at this game, does he? Thought Pragnék as he scooped the bones into his hand. We'll be seeing about that now, won't we? He shook the dice vigorously as he sized up his competition with a hard glint in his eye, "Not a bad roll for a first-timer, but you'll soon see how an old pro handles the bones." With that, he rolled the dice across the table. A two and a three. "I'll take 'em both, I will. Watch yerself, lad, methinks ye'll be 'seeing the skull' afore ya knows it." With another greedy smile, he awaiting the human's next roll.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Deklitch Hardin on July 15, 2009, 11:07:34 AM
Apart from the glance and salute he was given by the fellow who was sitting with the woman, Dek didn't get any real response to his advertising chant for the Rovers, then another idea came to him. Returning to where the musicians were still gathered, Dek asked them, "I don't suppose you know the tune of Rover Nancy (http://www.santharia.com/library_old/poems/drinking_songs.htm), do you? If you don't, just follow my lead, I know the words ... if you do, keep up with me ... we sing it pretty fast amongst the Rovers."

After clearing his throat noisily, Dek began to sing a tavern song, one popularised in various taverns and other drinking establishments.

"Rover Nancy, she's my fancy
She's the girl you can’t turn down
How she greets ya when she meets ya
When the Rovers get into town
All the Rover ladies
They loves a real strong man
But at findin' a way to play in the hay
There's none like Rover Nan,"

Dek paused to make sure that the musicians were keeping up with him, and that some of the patrons were joining in on the words before launching into the second verse.




Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Galthas on July 16, 2009, 01:55:23 AM
As a server brought Galthas the ale that his new friend had ordered, she paid for it with a few sans. As he finished the doch nut he was chewing on, he took a large gulp of ale, savoring the great flavor of it.

"The Kurakim, huh," he began, answering her question, "Yeah, I've had a few of 'em come ta me ta get patched up. Thank ya fer the ale."

He stroked Almond, who had now fallen asleep, a few times as she lay in his lap before setting her on the floor.

"I've only been to the Prominents once er twice, though, nice place.

"Have you ever been to Remusiat? I was up there ta help as a medic during the orc attacks 'bout thirteen year ago. Beutiful when the sun comes up and goes down, but the people ain't ta trustin' of outsiders."


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Fidget on July 18, 2009, 12:28:30 PM
The best. Seeing her smile he couldn't resist one of his own. The slight pause made him wonder again.  Lover? No, that look speaks closer of family. Good friend it is then. Must be nice.

He paused once again as the young rover started another song, this time it was one that he was familiar with.
He hummed the tune under his breath a moment before turning back as she thanked him."No problem, like I said though it may not be the one you're lookin' for. But could be, and that’s what matters right? Never did have a lot of friends. Sure there were the other urchins, but nobody special like what you seem to have had."

He reached out and patted the hand she had extended, fighting the urge to look for jewelry. I hope it helps to hear of him. I was never very close with anybody except maybe my aunt and uncle, my mother died when I was born. The amulet was hers. And my father, well lets just say I ruined both his dreams when I was born. But I do wonder about my aunt sometimes, I hope she is doin' good.

He sat back in his chair after speaking. Once again the memories flooded through him, some good some bad. With a shake of the head he brought himself back to the present and took a look around to hide the slight misting of his eyes. He noticed that the men talking with the tavern made had toned down their intensity, but still looked determined. While the group who had followed them had finally found a target in and elder dwarf. Catching just a bit of the conversation he realized that things could get rough any moment. Wonderful, he thought. Just what I need more scars. Well hopefully somebody settles them down. If not though I can at least make sure that I get out, probably the girl as well. If she listens to me.

As he thought this he began scanning the room for ways out, or at least out of the way. Then he looked to her and gave a weak smile hoping she didn't notice the worry on his face. He had actually come to like her in just the few minutes they had been acquainted


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Laonna on July 18, 2009, 06:04:40 PM
"...Sure there were the other urchins, but nobody special like what you seem to have had."  

She glanced back at him, snapped out of her joyful remembrance of Ainian. Then he surprised her by patting her hand. She smiled inwardly as she thought on what this act of familiarity would mean to the man sat beside her. Hmmm, he seems to have noticed the same similarities you have, you have both lost loved ones, you both have a pendant, you both..... aware that she was searching for some tangible proof that she could accept the open offer of friendship contained in the simple gesture, she stopped that line of thought.

She was just about to speak when he continued to talk of his family. She listened, gaining a picture of insight into some of his past. At least my parents both loved me, that I know for sure.  Aware, at least partially, of his nature, she smiled up at him. For the first time she smiled at him, not to put him at his ease or from memories past, but because she was genuinely content with her company.

However, she caught his glances returning to the men who had seemed so threatening just moments ago. She fell once again into wondering whether she would run, as fast as he legs could carry her, as she so often had before. She turned as she sensed his attention back on her. She was absurdly touched by the smile he offered her, even though his eyes spoke of worry. No, I will not run again. She shifted her legs into a more comfortable position, unaware that by this movement she had dislodged the arrangement of her skirt that she had so carefully placed just minutes ago.

Suddenly, the boy who had so amusingly chanted before began to sing another song. Just as the words to the song started, she leaned a little closer to Fidget. " Do you know this one?" No sooner had she finished speaking when she felt the heat in her cheeks, a blush beginning in realisation of the thinly veiled subject of the song. The knowledge of the blush only served to deepen it, until she had to look away from the red haired man before him. Dare I even hope, a friend?


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Salkazrian on July 21, 2009, 06:50:14 PM
   "A medic," Salkazrian repeated softly, and then shifted uneasily in her chair.  For some reason, the seemingly fearless warrior-woman was terrified of healers.  It was, of course, completely irrational.  Salkazrian was well aware of the vital role that they played; she herself could administer basic first-aid; but she still vehemently refused to be subjected to another's examination or treatment.

   She silently regarded the dwarf for a moment.

   "Well, as long as you don't try to examine me, you should be alright." she said somewhat enigmatically.  "I'm serious.  Really, I can get nasty if somebody tries to examine me; I don't know why."

   A cold wave of fear had swept over her, making her shudder a little.  To calm the effect, she took another, deeper swig of ale.

   "So you had trouble with the orcs, too?"

   A change of subject was probably best at this point.

   "Not that it surprises me; that's why I was in the Kurakim lands; fighting the filthy Losh-Oc.

   "It seems as though you've been about a bit; Remusiat is a long way from here!  Not that I've ever been.

   "But why was you so far north?"


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Galthas on July 22, 2009, 12:57:46 AM
Galthas looked at the militarywoman that he had been talking to for the past little while. Afraid of healers, why in the name of Trum-Baroll would she be in afraid of healers, the dwarf asked himself silently in his head, as a soldier you would think that she would've had her fair share of medic examinations.

"Oh," he said suddenly, remembering that she had asked him a question and he had spent the past few minutes wondering in his head, leaving her to finish a drink of her ale.

"Oh, uh, right. In my apothec'ry back home ah got word that the orcs had attacked the city o' Remusiat. Things 'ad been a bit slow, so I packed up and went up there ta help patch up tha soldiers that 'ad got injured."

Almond was now complaining about the lack of attention Galthas had been showing her in the past little while, and she was showing this disappointment by nudging Galthas in the face. To sate the cat, the dwarf scratched her behind the ears, which she seemed to enjoy thoroughly.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Foraste Lydan on July 27, 2009, 10:04:16 AM
Foraste watched the gambler roll the bones and take both of the numbers. The tavern had become increasingly jovial and  the performers had started another song. Foraste picked up the bones and rolled them across the table quickly. They spun to a stop and displayed a six and a one.

I should get as many numbers as I can at first, "I'll take them both," he announced. The argument between the brewmistress and the two travelers had died down, but a hurried glance at a man near where he was sitting put a lump in his throat. He hoped there would not be any bloodshed in the tavern.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Thorin Broadfist on July 27, 2009, 11:35:19 AM
The tavern door stole Thorin's attention for a quick glance, which showed a human. The double take revealed that the human had only one arm! Slightly stunned at seeing someone with such an injury, he almost missed what the leader of the gang said. As the man gave Thorin a rather nasty look, Galkhirril uttered some thanks and then scolded the men standing in front of him.

Suddenly, Dek's voice rose above the noise of the inn "Hey, there! Hoop-la! The Rovers are in town!..." and Galkhirril turned to his two companions and asked them to help get the tavern to join in on the song. Thorin took the moment of peace to walk back toward his table, where he had left his mug, and relax. As he sipped his ale, or rather tried to before realizing he was out, he turned his ear to Dek's voice, climbing easily over the din. Thorin let out a hearty laugh when he heard the words of "Rover Nancy", a tune he had heard more than once on his travels, being sung by the lad. "The Rovers are a carefree lot, they are. But by my beard! A young lad shouldn't know a song like that!"

He chuckled to himself a bit before glancing around the tavern. Noticing that the gamblers seemed quite focused in whatever form of dicing they were doing, those two men chatting with Hragnúr looked a mite suspicious and all too serious for the friendly atmosphere of the tavern they were in. "Now what? They don't seem to be causing any trouble, but you never know with types like that. I'll just have to keep on eye on them. In fact, that other group of men still seem to want to start something..." His thoughts drifted and the ale he had already consumed finally started taking effect. Slowly, ever so slowly, his eyelids dropped and his chin fell on his chest. Soon, he was fast asleep, weary from his journey and drowsy from too much ale.



Bwarth

As he stumbled into the doorway, he wasn't sure which tavern he had finally made it to but that was that last thing on his mind. Well, almost the last thing. He somehow made it to the bar where he stumbled into a man (Ruil) standing there. "Watcsh where you're going! And don't ye try to trip me again!" He grumbled to himself as he shouted for an ale. Stupid humans! Always coming in here and drinking our ale! They shouldn't be serving them here at a good dwarven tavern. Humph!

He grabbed his mug and turned around, running right into the same human and spilling some of his ale on him. "Ye bloody clout! Get out o' my way befor' I gets angry!" Bwarth could feel his anger rising. Oi bet this here human is doing this on purpose! He probably wants me ta spill all of me beer! That lousy no good... as Bwarth kept insulting the man in his head, he reached down to his small belt knife.


Title: Re: Kann Day I, Lightthrive, Warm/Humid
Post by: Jenna Silverbirch on August 08, 2009, 02:41:24 AM

"That were a fine bit o' string work, and a very fine work o' singing, if I might say so...lad. I was wonderin', how did ya learn to make music so nicely? Ya seems like ta enjoy a good song, have ya played long?"

The tall dwarf’s compliments made Jenna grin, and she rolled her shoulders and flexed her fingers, putting her old lute down, resting against her chair.
“Sir, you’re too kind! This old thing ent been called fine in a long while, though I suppose I can still wrest a decent tune from it, ‘specially if I sing loud enough. You musta bin playing a good long time yourself, t’get such a pretty sound from your own instrument. Moved my soul, did your playing…” Remembering the baroomith’s beautiful melodies, she reached for her pipe and matches, and lit the last scrap of smoke weed still nestled in the bottom of the pipe. Taking a deep puff, she continued “Aye, well, I took up the lute…what were it now?… musta bin sixteen-odd years ago. Before I were thirty-three, certain. I’d been singing long before that though. Mind you, back in the old shire, everyone enjoyed a good sing-song, whether they could sing it well or not. S’pose I just enjoyed it more’n most. There were plenty who played all manner of instruments decent enough in the shire, and one day I simply presented myself at the door of this grouchy gent with all this white hair, like a dandelion clock, and said ‘I’d like t’play the lute’, and he went ‘tch! You’d better come in then, hadn’t ye?’ and that were that. Huh! That were a while ago now…” she puffed at her pipe for a few moments more, lost in recollections of her old home and her youth, not that long ago, but very far away.

“So!” she said suddenly, coming round. “Where’d you learn to play, sir? I expect you come to this tavern often. It’s a right nice place to play a tune or two, I think.”