The Thirsty Herald Chapter XX

[Angron Bloodfist]

((you´d have to look up a little, Angron´s taller than you ))

The berserker choked hard, and coughed a few times. Again, some blood dripped out of the wound in his chest. Angron now fully stepped into the frame, blocking the entrance with his a good ped broad shoulders. His bare torso and arms beared many scars, from battle and also from rituals. "You seek to enter? Identify yourself" the Kuglim stated self-assured.

Pain? PAIN!? I´m a berserk, dammit! I don´t even know the word pain!!!

[dane balazar]

"My name is irrelevant.  I need a place to stay for the night, and some drink to wet my throat.  That is all you need to know..."

He looked coldly into the man's eyes, daring him to disagree.

In the end, I will fight untill I draw my final breath
   -Dane

[Angron Bloodfist]

((beginning to god-play your char, eh? ))

"I am the guard of this tavern, and only me or the tavern´s owner decide wether to let people in after closing time or not. No name, no drink. It is as simple as that."

Angron inored the glare of the slightly shorter man like a warthog would ignore a dustfly.

"Now, if you seek entrance to this tavern, i need to know who you are..."

Pain? PAIN!? I´m a berserk, dammit! I don´t even know the word pain!!!

[dane balazar]

(( no, my character is resistant to reveal anything about him))


" Dane, my name is Dane"
 Dane seems to be too tired to argue.  

In the end, I will fight untill I draw my final breath
   -Dane

Edited by: dane balazar at: 8/25/03 3:09

[Angron Bloodfist]

((seemed like it...))

After hesitating for a moment, Angron made way for the newcomer. "Come in then...Dane...".

Pain? PAIN!? I´m a berserk, dammit! I don´t even know the word pain!!!

[Asmordeus]

not waiting for the elf to follow, asmordeus sat at a table close to the door.  Seemed someone wanted in and the voices raised a little.  The big man was not quite himself yet, but still knew his job it seemed.  She decided to get herself a drink as there was no waitress around in the middle of the nite.  

She went behind the bar and got herself a tankard and laid some coins in the money box.  The group looked tired but as tho all were waiting for something to happen.  The man at the door was finally let in.

Ircurus was not sure of the stranger and less sure of his wolf brother.  He looked to where his mistress was at the bar and decided he was close enough should anything happen.  People were not friendly here, they all seemed to not trust each other.

[dane balazar]

Dane walks into the Inn, not even glancing at the Man whom was blocking the door. he made his way over to a table , and sat down, his back to the wall.

Reaching under the table, Dane comes up with a long bladed knife. The blade Does not glisten in the little light in the room, for it is of Carved bone ,and a wooden handle. Dane exams the bone, and then slips it back in his boot.

In the end, I will fight untill I draw my final breath
   -Dane

[Quarion Nightwhisper]

After a few moments hesitation, Quarion moves to join the female elf at the table. He sits comfortably as possible while making sure his feet don't go all the way across the floor to Asmordeus' side. He crosses his arms and places both elbows on the table, displaying the identical tattoos of the woven Injera with a drake in the center, and leans forward, staring into the wood grain of the table, strands of his long white hair hanging over his face.

"I am Quarion. Quarion Logala."  

[dane balazar]

.Dane Again reaches under the table and comes up with the knife. Dane places  his left hand on the table, and begins to stab with his right hand in the spaces between his fingers. Dane seems pretty good, gradually going faster and faster. Dane comes to his ring finger, and the knife comes a little close, and slices a small cut in his finger.

Dan inhales sharply as his finger begins to bleed. Dane holds his finger tightly with the other hand, and the bleeding stop. Soon after ward Dane continued his Knife game

In the end, I will fight untill I draw my final breath
   -Dane

[Asmordeus]

The elf finally decided to join her and folds himself into the chair opposite her.  "I am Quarion. Quarion Logala,"  he states.

"I am Asmordeus Mithantigr, cleric of Nethor, " slightly bowing her head, "and a maker of fine jewelry.  It seems the new guy likes to play with his knife," nodding in the direction of the man.  "Opps, bet that hurt," she said when the new guy cut himself.  Can I get you something to drink as there is no waitress?"  

Ircurus saw the elf sit down with his mistress and decided he would check him out.  Heading toward the man, he smelled no danger from him. "Sorry," she said.  He's mine, his name is Ircurus.  Guess he just wanted to meet you.  About that drink?"  She hoped the big man would come join them or at least she could ask him to when she went to the bar for the elf's drink.

[Quarion Nightwhisper]

"Can I get you something to drink as there is no waitress?"

The tall and muscular grey elf shakes his head. "No thanks." He takes little notice of the man who had just come in a moment ago. When the wolf approaches, he follows it with his stony grey eyes, and as it draws nearer, he offers Ircurus a bracered upturned palm.  

[dane balazar]

After about a minute of the game, Dane grows weary of it ( and the cuts in his hand).. He lies back, exhaling deeply. He sticks the knife back in his boot, and closes his eyes.      

In the end, I will fight untill I draw my final breath
   -Dane

[Asmordeus]

"So what has brought you to this place?  Are you perhaps just passing thru? " she asked the elf.  He seemed to not be concerned about Ircurus.  

Ircurus could smell the blood on the strange elf.  He had killed someone in the past.  The victim's blood smell still clung to the elf.  

Asmordeus was disappointed that the man did not want a drink.  Oh well, conversation was just as good.  Perhaps she could find out a few things from this man.

[Angron Bloodfist]

Angron was fully aware of the things going on, but recognized that the newcomer had to be a Kuglim. Not one of the real Kuglimz it seemed - he looked like a Kuglimz'ura. After closing and locking the door again, the Helvet'ine turned his head towards the newcomer. "You, Plains-man, what was it you wanted again?". Answering his own question by himself, he quietly mumbled something about ale. From under the bar he took out a tankard, filled it with the watery alcohol, and brought it over to the knife-spinning man. He put the tankard down. "That´s three sans for the ale...and another 5 sans for a room, including a breakfast." A self-assured smile rushed over Angron´s face as he realized that he knew the prizes by heart. Those were actually no things that he used to keep in mind.

The berserker lumbered over to where the elf, and...the other elf were sitting at. He picked a chair next to the cleric, who had her wolf with her, and sat down. Like the wooden planks of the ceiling, the chair moaned under Angron´s weigth, and even more as he leaned backwards into a more comfortable position. He crossed his muscular, scar-covered arms, and lightly tilted his head into the cleric´s direction to get a better look at her. "...so, why did you come down here anyway?" he asked with the hint of a smile.

Pain? PAIN!? I´m a berserk, dammit! I don´t even know the word pain!!!

[Asmordeus]

Before the elf had a chance to answer Angron came and sat down next to her.  "...so, why did you come down here anyway?" he asked with the hint of a smile.

"Well it seems your new friend," nodding to the wolf, "was concerned about you.  He's smart but not smart enough to open the door.  He never wakes me up at night unless there is something wrong.  I came to see if everything was ok."  Turning to the elf next to her, "This is Quarion Logala.  And this is Angron."  

I was hoping to see you again to thank you for earlier.  I have been traveling for quite awhile and perhaps was weaker than I thought." Pointing to the scar in his chest, "That looks infected.  I am sure I have something that will pull the infection out quicker than what you have been using if you want it.  Quarion explained what you were doing."

"I also am very low on coins and need to sell the brooch I showed you earlier and find the town smithy.  I grew up in my father's smithy and perhaps, could work out doing some work for the one here.  If not then perhaps he will let me use his forge to make some more jewelry or a sword or two to sell until I can find work as a cleric."  She was rambling and she knew it.  She was flustered by this big man and not sure why.

Ircurus was pleased that his friend and his mistress were talking.  He looked from one to another and could feel the slight tension between them.  His mistress was slightly nervous?  Here in a strange environment where neither of her talents were unknown may be proving a litlle more trouble than she expected.  Or was it the man making her nervous?

Edited by: Asmordeus at: 8/27/03 11:25

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