The Thirsty Herald Chapter XX

[Elraralia Horfiwiel]

Walking into the tavern, Elraralia waited for her eyes to change to the darkness of the inside compared to the outside's brightness.  

She had heard of this place when she was traveling along one road or another, and had promised herself that she would come here when she found it, as she hadn't heard where it was.  Just that it was famouse.  Delighted to find out that it was in the town that she was passing through, she sought out directions, and made her way here.

Once her eyes settled, she made her way over to one of the empty tables, and sitting down, began to take in her surroundings.

[Angron Bloodfist]

After Robert had shown him to the cellar, Angron lifted up the heavy barrel and carried it under one arm donwstairs to the storage room. As he came back upstairs, another new customer had entered the Herald. It seemed like it was another elf, probably a female, too. The Kuglim turned to Robert, who had taken a seat next to the bard and the waitress. "Anything else to be done at the moment, Mister Robert?" Angron called over, now leaning at the wall, arms crossed.

A moment later, a small fuzzy kitten crawled out from under the Kuglimz long, dull, black hair, and sat down on Angron´s broad shoulder. Slightly turning his head, Angron began to whisper. "Decided to come out, eh?" "-Yes." came the answer, unhearable for most beings, even elfs.

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

[Bobbo the Beggar]

Seeing the new person walk into the tavern, Robert arose and said, "Please excuse me, I shall return if I can. Have a wonderful visit and let know if you need anything else." He tipped his hat to Keelin and walked to the new face sitting alone at a table looking about the tavern.

"Good day, milady!" said Robert to her, "Welcome to the Thirsty Herald. I am Lord Robert Junakin of Strata, faithful servant to the Tristin. What might you be wanting? We have a vast selection of ales, wines, and spirits as well as some food too. Here you go . . ."

He handed a menu to the woman. "Let me know when you are ready to order," he said, walking off to the sound of Angron's voice.

"No, Angron, not at the moment. Thank you for the help. You can relax for now, we are a bit slow," he replied to Angron's question, "I guarantee that I'll need you this evening though."

'All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.'
The Lord of the Ring: The Fellowship of the Ring (Chapter 2: The Shadow of the Past)
Adventures of Caelereth

[Elraralia Horfiwiel]

Looking up, Elraralia was a bit surprised at the hurried manner of the man before her.  One minuet she was alone, the next moment there was a bustling man in front of her and then as soon as she could blink an eye, he was handing her a menu, and hurrying off somewhere else.

'Guess that's to be expected..' she thought to herself as she opened the menu, amazed at the vastness of the selection.  Looking over the choices, Elraralia realized at how little she knew when it came to drinks.  In fact, all she really knew was wine or water.  Not these strange names that were sitting before her.   Coming to the conclusion that there would be no way at all that she would be able to decide on her own, she took a look around to see what the others in the tavern seemed to be ordering.  Seeing that there was only one other person in the room, the decision was made easy by choosing whatever it was that the elf in the corner was having.  

Looking for someone who could help her, she saw that they were all busy, with one thing or another, and after waiting a while, decided to get up and ask the elf herself what she was having.

Standing up, she crossed the room, saying as she got there

"Gooday! I was just wondering what it was that you were drinking, as I am at a complete loss at what to get and you seem to be the only one in here that appears to have chosen something.."

Edited by: Elraralia Horfiwiel at: 7/2/03 4:18

[KeelinElf]

Keelin glanced up. Today is going to be interesting, I see. She noticed the woman was holding a menu, so she tipped it up and tapped the name with her forefinger.

There isn't enough time to do everything and too much time to do nothing.

[Jerardomas]

Jerardomas had been traveling towards the fabled Herald for quite some time now.  He had heard of the tavern while he ws riding through Strata and thought he might as well rest ilaról`kardión and himself within this tavern, he only hoped it would live up to the name.  He had heard from some that it fell into dispair for a while after a man named Oscar was kidnapped.

As ilaról`kardión and Jerardomas came to the tavern Jerardomas searched for a place to rest his horse but could see no sign of a stable boy or anything of the sorts.  Dismounting from ilaról`kardión Jerardomas hung the riens over a railing near the door, ilaról`kardión nieghing in sign of being left along but free to protect itself if need be.  Ilaról`kardión wore armor fitted for battle as he was a war horse and trained in such manners.  One could tell how much Jerardomas cared for his steed, for his armor was made with the upmost care, being made of blue iron and coated with fryite to help keep his horse cool during warm spells, which they were in now being in a desert.

Standing alongside ilaról`kardión Jerardomas checked a few items that were attached to his horse by the means of sheathes, hooks or within travel sacs.  After being satified with his findings he patted ilaról`kardión before leaving his side.

Jerardomas made his way toards the door, walking through it with a tight fit as surely the door wasn't made for being as tall as his kind.  Jerardomas wears a black cloak embroidered with complex drawing of mighty and rare dragons in silver thread. He wears bracers that are made from gold and have been etched with diverse drawing of Dragons.  He carries a large shield that has been painted a metallic black color and upon it is a picture of himself facing a dragon.  He carries a longsword sheathed on one side and a double bladed axe on the other.  The axe is no ordinary axe though.  Its blades looking much like wings of a dragon than a blade.  The shaft is formed to look like a dragons tail while the head of the axe is a head of a dragon.  With a quick glance one might mistake the axe as being a small dragon hanging from his side and not an axe at all.  He wears bracers that are made from gold and have been etched with diverse drawing of Dragons.

Jerardomas looks heavier then most men, taller as well, this mainly due to his tribe.  His hair is blonde, with dozens of iron rings within it. This gives the illusion that his hair is of a darker, iron like color from a distance and during dim light.  His eyes are a deep black color, seeming to shine in even the dimmest light. The shine is said to seem to pierce through ones soul, almost if he was reading your mind, reading the fear that you had of him.  His skin the color of light tan leather.  

Jerardomas stands in the doorway for a moment trying to figure who he would need to speak to about a place to rest his Kel'vor horse ilaról`kardión and himself for the night.

[Glayron Miraewan]

Glayron had being venturing within the area around the herald for a while now, getting to know a few of the local creatures within the Razath-Dath Desert near the Herald.  Glayron has deep dark black eyes, a trait of his people. His eyes seem to pierce through ones soul when Glayron feels they have offended him greatly. His hair is a midnight black. His hair runs down his back reaching his lower back. His skin is a dark brown tan.

He wears only a very light white shirt and light black pants. These are very light loose clothing as they make it feel like he is still wearing very little clothes at all. He has no need for armor as he calls the animals about him in his defense.

After getting to know a few of the creatures closely, having one certain one following him around and riding within a pouch at his side.  Glayron  had now decided to come to the tavern known as the Herald, the one he had seen a few days ago before he had set out on a journey through the desert.

As he came to the tavern he took note of the horse waiting outside of the tavern, munching on a few of the desert flowers around the tavern.  Seeing that the doorway was being blocked by a large man Glayron decided to share a few words with the horse, a small conversation till his entry was cleared.

[Ceridwen Anor]

As Akira returned to work on his song, Ceridwen looked around the tavern. There was an elf at the far table, but it seemed like she was still deciding what to order. Standing in the enterance, however, there were two--rather large--men standing, blocking the enterance.

Do they need an invitation? she mused as she walked over, her teal skirts brushing against her ankles. "I'm Ceri, the waitress," she said, smiling at the two of them. "Do you need some help?"

[Akira]

Akira looked up from his mandolin. The tavern was starting to pick up a bit, more visitors were flooding through it's doors. He stood and walked over to Bobbo and smiled to him. "Things are starting to pick up quite quickly. Tonight should be great."

He moved over and put his mandolin down on a nearby table. "Think you could get me some ale Bobbo?" Atrii asked, he hadn't had anything to drink and as he said this tossed a few coins on to the table that equalled the amount charged for the ale on the menu.

In my head everything was perfect, every note resoudns in harmony. But now all I seem to offer up are dischords and every note I sing seems out of Key and every time I play with passion I start breaking strings and my voice cracks when I sing from my heart guess that's the price I've got to pay to know that i'm alive this melody is tearing me apart.

[Jerardomas]

Jerardomas looked the female who approached him over.  I fine woman indeed, hopefully she would be the one to serve him during his stay within the tavern.  Taking a step inside through the door Jerardomas take the female hand lightly and kissed it even more lighly before replying to her question, still holding her hand with the lightiest touch.

"I am looking for a place to rest my steed my lady.  Would you by chance know of a place, I hope to stay for a night to rest myself as well."  Jerardomas smiled as he spoke.

Edited by: Jerardomas at: 7/3/03 18:58

[Glayron Miraewan]

As the giant, compared to Glayron took a step through the door within the tavern Glayron saw his chance to make his entrance.  Neighing goodbye to the fine steed in which he had been conversing with while he waited, Glayron squeezed by the giant and made his way to an empty table sitting by the fire.  Lightly he lifted the pouch that hung over his shoulder off and placed it down on the table.  As he waited to be attended to one could here hissing sounds coming from his mouth, he sounded much like a lizard as it hissed at you while you passed it by.

[Ceridwen Anor]

Ceridwen smirked lightly as she withdrew her hand, only to position it on her hip. Well aren't you the flirt, she thought, giving the man a once over. Not so shabby though...

Her smile widened and she turned her back on him. Only her head was cocked in his direction, and she watched him from beneath her firey bangs. "You'll want to talk to Bobbo about that," she offered, flapping a hand in the owner's direction. "If you want a drink, you talk to me."

She gave him a small wink, before leading him over to the table where Bobbo sat. "If you'll excuse me, I have a few guests to take care of."

Ceridwen left the two men to talk business, while she approached the other of the newcomers. He was hissing strangely, and she shivered slightly. What was he doing? From the pouch in the front of her apron she withdrew a menu. "What would you like?' she asked, placing it before him.

[Angron Bloodfist]

The Thirsty Herald now seemed to get a little crowded. A rock of a man stepped into the tavern, clad in rich armor and almost as tall as Angron. Possibly another Kuglim...

The young Kuglim pushed himself off the wall to go and greet the newcomer, but he was faster and stepped up to Ceridwen, greeting her with a kiss to the hand. As Ceridwen directed the man towards Robert, Angron nodded towards him as they passed by, meaning to greet him. A figure had squeezed past the hulk as he was still standing in the entrance, and went to take a seat. The figure made strange noises, like hissing, and Angron, who wanted to do his job properly and keep the Herald free of strange and maybe dangerous crowd, firmly stepped up to the lizard-like hissing figure.

"Who are you? Identify yourself!" Angron demanded, his hand always ready to pull out his dagger.

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

[Jerardomas]

Jerardomas now standing beside Bobbo stood silently for a few moments then couchgd trying to gain his attention.  As he waited he noticed te a rather large man troubling the person who had squeezed by him when he was standing at the door.  He kept his eye on this as he waited for this Bobbo to aknowledge him.

[Glayron Miraewan]

Glayron quickly stopped talking to the pouch as a female waitress approached him asking what he would like.  No hello or welcome, strange I had thought this place was known for politness.

"I am not from this area, did you have any drinks that didn't contain any alcohol mam?"

After replying to the waitress Glayron was startled as a rather large man begain speaking loudly at him, demading to know who he was.

After hissing for a few moments towards the pouch, as if trying to settle something down within, Glayron spoke to the man.

"The name is Glayron sir, do you mind not speaking so loudly for there is no need for it when you are standing right beside me."

As he was speaking he moved his hand toward a staff made of white wood it seemed.  Along with this the pouch on the table seemed to begin to move, as if something within it was stirring around.

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