Brok's Rest.(Nyermersis)

[Capher]

Resting north of the hospital stands Brok's Rest, one of the finest establishments Nyermersys can offer to weary travelers. The taverns near immaculate walls are a welcoming change from the tarnished buildings occupying most of the city and its windows glow merrily. As you open the door the scents of several different wines, ales and other beverages drift into the street, mingled with the aroma of fresh meals prepared for visiting patrons.

Inside, the heavy set tender chats casually with several customers seated at the bar, using a dishtowel to wipe glasses clean as several waitresses hurry to and from the kitchen with orders of food and drinks. Occasionally one pauses to speak with a boy milling about near the kitchen door, but not for long. The crowd itself is not especially large, although it is enough to keep the workers from having too much time for themselves.

As you look to find a seat you note the room is lit up quite well, the bright lamps not leaving a single place cloaked in shadow.

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Edited by: Capher at: 1/28/06 17:12

[Capher]

Lycheus liked Brok's Rest. It was a far cry better than Arth's Spot in Voldar.  Lycheus never knew why everyone seemed to prefer Arth's when there were better tended and more luxurious inns in Voldar, much like this one.  He quickly changed why Sgt Henderson waited outside his room.  It took most of the money that Lycheus grabbed before he fled Voldar to pay for the room, but he assumed he would be compensated by the Earl.  He probably would even be put up in the Castle even.

He had bought the first horse he could afford and ran out of Voldar with his head and eyes turning every which way watching...and waiting.  He was sure as soon as he was in the city a dirk, or sword would find him.  The King would was just putting up a pretense when he released him and Lycheus was certain death was waiting for him as soon as he left the confines of the Palace.  

As he rode the rain covered his humiliation.  Just about the time he was going to be crowned King, Voltigar strides in along with most of the Nobles of Voldar and along with them are not only Baron Scar, but the murderers of King Cedric, that orc, Grunok and the man that helped him, Sgt. Tillath.  They removed him from the throne, crowned Voltigar, and then sent him away.

So he ran; ran to the only person who would fight and perhaps put him back upon the throne of Voldar.  The Earl of Legrimond, King Cedric's second cousin.

Lycheus finished dressing, putting upon his best finery that he had; gray hose over which he wore a dark lavender tunic, with the emblem of Voldar upon it embroidered in gold, a grey hat, and soft soled grey leather boots.  He fixed a thin, but sturdy leather belt around his waist and put in his favorite weapon of choice, a small, but very sharp and lethal pearl handled knife.  He looked at himself in the looking glass; satisfied he walked out, locking the door behind him.

Sgt. Henderson was waiting patiently when Lycheus came out his eyebrows raised a bit when he saw what Lycheus wore. It was right that I paid the man the respect he seemed to demand and I thought.  No one would wear Voldar's seal like that unless he was what he says he was, unless he wanted to be beheaded once he was found out, that is. Sgt. Henderson thought as he silently escorted Lycheus to his soverign; the Earl of Legrimond.

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[Cherri Rowandyn]

Dia traveled from one table to another talking and joking with the regular patrons as she served their drinks and took their orders.  Today was no different than any other day for her.

She swatted at hands that threatened to pinch her firm buttocks and used her female charms on those she knew would tip generiously.  

She still has the rest of the shift to go and would be staying until closing to help out the owner.  One of the other barmaids got hitched and moved to another town.  

Dia continued to to make her rounds weaving her slender form through the maze of tables.  This place was actually alot nicer than the others she had worked in.  She was fairly new in her position here, but had a knack for faces and got to know who were regulars, who tipped the best, and who was just passing through pretty quickly.  

Pushing the small comb that held her unrulely hair back into its place she ordered drinks for a table of merchants.

As Dia finished her rounds she told the bartender she was taking a quick break.

She made her way towards the back of the establishment and rested her head agains tthe coolness of the wall, eyes closed.  Dia let out a sigh of relief as she felt the tension ease from her muscles, then suddenly she felt a hand on her trim waist making its way down to her backside.

"Now, dat isss very niccce my pretty lass."  A slurred voice managed to say.  He began to grope at Dia's skirts trying to raise them.  "I tipped ya, hicupp, well and I wants what I's paid fer."

Dia tensed as the smell of rotten meat and bad ale permeated her senses.  Her back was still to this drunk and she quickly and easily found her dagger beneath her bodice.  She turned suductively to the man and pushed him up against the wall leaning in close to him, her body pressing the length of his.  The man was startled for a moment and then relaxed, until her felt the sharp edge of a dagger pressing against his groin.

Dia whispered sweetly, but with ice and steel in her voice, into the man's ear, "Ya paid fer the drinks, not fer me and if ya wish to ever have more brats, then I suggest you remove yer hands from me and leave quietly.  If ya don't, I will make sure you never touch another woman again"  Dia pressed the blade closer to the mans groin for good measure.

The man nodded quickly and made his way from the tavern as fast as he could.

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[Capher]

Lt. Farrel walked with the two young men silently through the streets, deftly dodging the many people who were out and about. Finally they arrived at Brok's.  He opened the door and waved Dean and Manik through. They were almost knocked over by a man, seemingly drunk, making a hasty retreat out of the inn.  Lt. Farrel thought it curious and was about to stop the man but before he could the man was far gone.  Lt. Farrel waited until Manik entered the inn, before he did.

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[Cherri Rowandyn]

Dia replaced her dagger and straightened her clothes.  She smoothed out some wrinkles and tried to sweep back some loose strays of her, which failed to stay where she tried to tuck them.  

She came from the back of Brok's and the barkeep eyed her as if to ask, "And just what did you do to cause that?"  Dia only shrugged her shoulders and checked on one of her tables close by.  She talked with the men there for a moment while she watched some more enter the tavern.  These appeared to be soliders and she briefly wondered if the man who had just propasitioned her possibly said something.  

The soliders didn't appear to be in a hurry so she figured no and continued making her rounds through the tables while she waited for the men to get comfortable at a table.

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[Manik Targin]

The inn at home was nice, but certaintly not as much as Brok’s Rest. Manik was the first though the door, and so made his way and chose a table beside the windows so he could look out on the street. The mid day sun shone into the inn, giving the room a bright atmosphere. The tables and chairs were of high quality and the walls were pleasantly decorated with various pictures, hangings, and shrubbery. Manik could see why Sgt. Henderson had suggested the place to Lycheus and why Lt. Farrel had chosen it. Leaning back in his chair, Manik tried to forget about his aching body and enjoy himself. “It is really nice in here, I sure hope the food is the same caliber.” The smells of the kitchen teased Manik’s nostrils and his stomach gave a silent gurgle.  

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Lt. Farrel

Lt. Farrel followed Manik and Dean into the inn.  It was busy as usual and he threaded his way to the table that Manik had picked out.  It was near the window and the sunlight, though directly above, still some streamed through the window and besides it was open and the soft warm breeze, along with the sounds of the city were welcomed.

Farrel sat down just as he heard Manik say, “It is really nice in here, I sure hope the food is the same caliber.”

Farrel grinned, "I am sure it will meet your expectations, private. Now lets see if we can get some service." he said looking around to catch a barmaids eye.

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[Cherri Rowandyn]

Dia caught the Sgt.'s eye and began winding her way through men and table avoiding a pinch or two.

Dia took stock of all three men and she came upon them.  

"Hello there, welcome to Brok's.  I'm Dia.  What can I get the three of you hard working men this afternoon?"

Dia brushed back a strand of unruly brown hair.  Her hair had a natural loose curl to it which made it hard to tame, but it suited her tanned olive skin tone just fine and the hints of red were true to her temper.  As Dia waited for the men's orders the sunlight hit her eyes just right making them appear as green emeralds with light specks of yellow thoughout.  

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Lt. Farrel watched as the barmaid came to their tables. He liked the way she walked. Her hips swayed like the ocean. When she stood in front of the table and asked for their orders, he noticed how a curl of her hair was a bit unruly, much like a wave, on that ocean and her emerald eyes too reminded him of the ocean.

He had been on the ocean only once, when the Admiral had generously allowed him to go on a short ocean voyage.  The weather had been very good and when Farrel had stood on the prow of the ship and watched the ocean flow past the bow and felt the spray of the sea water upon his face, he thought it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen; and Dia, was like that ocean, but that was a long time ago and he was married now, though his wife lived a very different life than he did.

He sighed, "Dia, thank you for coming so quickly. I will have a short slab of beef, dark bread and ale please." he said.

He glanced at Manik and Dean. "You two can order whatever you wish it is on me." He said.

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[Manik Targin]

Quote:"Hello there, welcome to Brok's. I'm Dia. What can I get the three of you hard working men this afternoon?"

Manik had been reading the small menu card he had found between the salt and pepper when the waitress had walked over. As Manik looked up a contagious smile framed by brilliant peridot green eyes filled his vision. The waitress’s luscious brown hair cascaded down to her shoulders complementing her tanned complexion, and gave a seductive wildness to go with her friendly demeanor. Manik gave her a friendly smile, a little less forward than the one Dean was giving. It took a moment for Manik to realize Farrel had already replied. “Oh, I will have the…pork medallions, some bread, and…I dunno, surprise me with a good pint of ale, please.” Manik had no problem giving Dia another friendly smile.

Dean took over and ordered, “Can I have the same as the Lieutenant, but with a Gradstone’s Aytor Doppelbock, please. I heard this winter dished out a good brew.” Dean hesitated, “Yeah I will give you a few sans for it,” he directed at Lt. Farrel. Manik caught the hint it was an expensive brew. “They don’t serve it many places and I don’t come here often.” Dean said with a sheepish look.

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[Cherri Rowandyn]

Dia made note of what each man had ordered and nodded her head to each in turn.  She had been looking overly long at Manik.  There was something about about him that she liked.  Just couldn't say what.  The Lt. also seemed a charming man but Dia noticed the band and knew that at best he would be a good customer and possible friend.  She was looking for people to become friends with.  So far the other barmaids tended to be teritorial and and distant.  Dia had experienced this before, each time she started at a new place.  Only towards the end had a couple of girls warmed to her.  Dia had always had better luck with the men, tho not many of them proved to be true friends.  Not a one of them come to think of it, Dia mused.  

Dia repeated the order back to the men, "two short slabs of beef, dark bread, ale for the Lt., a Gradstone's Dopplebock, and last but not least..." Dia gave the dark haired guy, who wasn't grinning like one of those people you see laughing and talking to themselves on the street, a flirtatious smile.  "Pork medallions, bread, and a suprise.  I'll be right back with ya drinks, then." Dia said as she turned easily on the ball of her foot and began winding her way back through the tables towards the bar, swinging her hips a bit more than usual.

"An ale, Dopplebock, and hmm, give me a nice smooth yet stout lauger." While she waited for the bartender to fill her drink order she paid a visit to the cook, which apparently had a softspot for her for whatever reason, and relayed the meal order.  

Dia grabbed the tray as she passed by the bar and handled it easily, not spilling one drop.  Long slender well shaped fingers gripped the tankards as she passed them out to each man.  "If ya don't favor that one, I'll get ya another.  No cost of course." Dia told the dark haired man she had begun to take an interest in.  "I like to know all my customer's names and I haven't caught any of yours yet." Dia looked expectantly at each man as she waited for them to tell her their names.

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"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer"

[Manik Targin]

As Dia went off to the back, Dean leaned over to get a look as she walked away but was careful so she didn’t notice. Leaning back he gave Manik a nudge with his shoulder and a sly smile.

Manik shook his head with a smile at his friend. He chastised his friend, but truthfully he wouldn’t have minded a look himself, though he wouldn’t have been so darn blatantly obvious about it.  Watching out the street, he watched the throngs of people pass by. He was still amazed every time he saw how many people there were, it was lunacy. After a time, he turned to Farrel and asked, “So, what did you want to talk to us about sir?”

As he asked it though, Dia was just coming back with the drinks. Another thing that always amazed him was how waitresses could carry those big heavy trays one handed, while weaving around tables, with people yelling to distract you, and in the end not spill a drop. ‘Guess it’s just whatever you do, Dia balances a tray, I balance a sword. Or try to,’ he mused to himself.

"If ya don't favor that one, I'll get ya another. No cost of course."

Manik took a swig to test it. It was good! “This will do just great thanks,” he said with enthusiasm. It was good… maybe not as good as the Northfield Springs Cream Ale he had with Farrel his first dinner in Nyermersys, but a different taste and quite excellent, a good pick.

"I like to know all my customer's names and I haven't caught any of yours yet."

Dean piped up right away, puffing out his chest, “Private Dean Winters reporting for duty, m’lady,” finishing with a triumphant smile first at Lt. Farrel and then turned it to Manik. Manik met his gaze with a smile for a moment and then broke off with a chuckle. What a joker. As he finished off the last bits of his laugh, Manik spoke next, “My name is Manik,” he said in a much quieter voice than Dean. Idiot! You have to say more than just that, women don’t like quiet guys. You have to be outgoing, say something funny next time, something… anything! He turned to wait for Farrel to introduce himself.

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[Capher]

Lt. Farrel had been watching his men, and smiled a bit inwardly when Dean, very obviously watched Dia swish away. He glanced himself and it seemed to him that she was swishing her hips just a bit more than a usual walk; which meant that she wanted someone to watch, the question was, who?

She came back quickly and gave Manik his drink and spoke to him in a way that told Farrel he was the one, and not Dean, though Manik did not know or was too shy to do anything about it.

She asked them their names, Dean, of course blurted out his name and rank as if it would impress her.  Manik came next and just mentioned his name, but nothing more.

Farrel looked up into Dia's face, smiled, "My name is Farrel, Lt. Farrel.  Forgive Dean, he just passed basic training along with Manik here, and they have not seen the fairer sex for quite awhile. Dean is just a bit more expressive, but I guarantee you that Manik is just as glad to see a pretty woman as I or Dean is, he is just a bit more soft spoken.  And I do mean...pretty.  But since I am a married man, all I can do is look and sigh."  He gave an exaggerated sigh, and then winked at Dia. "I hope you do not mind me looking?" He said.

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[Manik Targin]

Manik’s brow drew together as he listened as Farrel introduced himself. Softspoken?! Farrel made him sound like a sissy! He didn’t know quite what, but he was sure Farrel was up to something. For one, it had only been a few days he had been in Nyermersys, and that didn’t seem ‘quite a while’. Also, Manik was a little annoyed at Farrel’s explanation of Manik’s interest in the opposite sex. Just because he wasn’t gallivanting around flirting up the waitress, shouldn’t mean anyone should have doubts as to his sexual preferences. Inwardly, Manik sighed. He supposed Farrel was just being a friend trying to help. Manik’s experience was that friends trying to help with that sort of thing usually hindered rather than helped. When they tried to help it just made things really awkward like it was now, and then things stayed that way.

The end of Farrel’s introduction seemed a little too forward, but he did have a tongue of silver. If Manik had said the same he would get slapped for sure, but it sounded so natural coming from the Lieutenant. Manik gave Dean a slight raised eyebrow to see what he thought, Dean returned with an almost unperceivable shrug. The exchange was hardly noticeable.

Manik Targin

[Xaod Shadow]

Xaod strode down the streets, trying to find the tavern he'd been recommended. It wasn't difficult to locate, standing out amongst it's tarnished neighbors. Pushing open the door, he stepped through, his cloak swirling about his heels and his hood pulled over his face.

He'd never been in the tavern before, having just arrived in the city yesterday. He snarled slightly as he noticed the room was extremely well lit, leaving nothing in shadow. He detested being in full view, but the tavern obviously was not sympathetic. Merely nodding to the two men he saw seated, he took the table behind them, throwing his lithe body into the chair. Bending over the table, he awaited his order to be taken.

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I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow

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