* 
Welcome Guest. Please login or register.
Did you miss your activation email?


*
gfxgfx Home Forum Help Search Calendar Login Register   gfxgfx
gfx gfx
gfx
Embed Maximize


Newbies, read these!

Character Creation
FAQs
Restrictions

Main Site
Portraits
Rules
Story Creation
Racial Crossbreeding
Magic

Contact
Tips and Tricks
IRC Chat
Measures Converter
Elven Aging Calculator
Pages: [1] 2 3 ... 10   Go Down
Print
Author Topic: An Adventure in Black - Chapter I  (Read 22838 times)
0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.
Alýr (Rayne)
Dreamress
Story Mod
***
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 2051



« on: December 08, 2011, 01:04:12 PM »

The RPG boards are terribly quiet. I should like to see who is here and eager to RPG.


The quiet cobble streets shuddered with the chill of early winter. Voldar was like that: its springs came all at once, like a tiny bud quickly bursting into bloom—but how soon its petals withered in the crisp of fall only to be stolen when winter winds came.

A cloaked figure shuffled through the dark streets, eyes glancing to and fro. These were familiar streets, and yet under this night’s darkness all felt a bit unfamiliar, pregnant with a feel of doom and dread.

Where was it? She was certain that it was around here some—ah! There it was!

--For ahead, at the corner of the street, a quiet tavern, above which hung a sign reading “The Sleeping Shir,” was sending out beery light into the street. Even from where she stood, she could hear the din of music and tempered talk coming from inside. The figure scurried in, hoping here, where she had known travelers to come to rest and share their tales, she might find the adventurers she needed to complete this terrible task.

She walked in to the tavern, barely noticed by all but the bartender whose job it was to keep an eye out for new customers. He smiled at her, and his one eye seemed to say, “Come in,” the other being covered by a dark patch. She drew back her hood but a little, just enough to reveal her soft elven features, her brilliantly indigo eyes, and the dark hair falling in ringlets over her collar.

She glanced around to see what kind of adventurers had this night come to board at the tavern.
« Last Edit: January 01, 2012, 01:37:38 PM by Alýr (Rayne) » Logged

      
Irid alMenie
Wolf-Lady
CD Mod
****
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 1178


Elf, Quaelhoirhim


« Reply #1 on: December 10, 2011, 02:27:04 AM »

Irid was sitting quietly in the corner of a nice little tavern called “The Sleeping Shir”. It was terribly cliché of her, she knew, to be sitting in a corner, but just happened to be one of the only places still free when she had come in earlier in the day. She had taken a room and rested there for a while, but hunger had driven her to ignore the gnawing feel of unease that she always had in large crowds. As she came down the stairs the growing babble of many voices talking at the same time assaulted her ears, almost instantly giving her a headache and sharpening her instinct to turn around and run to a safe hiding place.
She had to grit her teeth to overcome that feeling, so when she found that one spot where it was just a tad more quiet, she was glad of it. If someone wanted to talk to her here, they would have to go out of their way to do it, and she had noticed that humans in general did not like to go out of their way just for a conversational partner, when there were quite enough candidates easer to talk to. She had ordered a simple meal from the overworked bartender, but had not yet seen any food. She took the opportunity to watch the comings and goings in the common room.
Quite a lot of the people here were obviously regulars, here for the entertainment of the evening – drinking beer until their hard-earned coins had vanished into thin air. But there were more people than just those stragglers who would be getting a good tongue-lashing from their wives. These were more hardened, here for just one or two nights and ready to move on, adventurers and, in many cases, warriors, looking for more excitement in their lives than just working like a drudge day in, day out.
One in particular caught her attention. Newly entered, a cloaked figure stood watching the same proceedings. She had drawn back the hood of her cloak just slightly, revealing herself to be an elf. Irid unconsciously reached up to play with the little gold ring that adorned her own pointy ear. Just at that moment a barmaid came to bring her food. As she started eating, she kept half an eye on the new stranger, curious what she would do.
Logged

Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus.
Irid al'Menie
Alýr (Rayne)
Dreamress
Story Mod
***
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 2051



« Reply #2 on: December 10, 2011, 02:14:24 PM »

The newcomer’s eyes rested tentatively on an elven woman sitting in the corner. It was not the fact of her race that made her stand out to the indigo-eyed elf, though Voldar was a city sparse in elven kind. It was not the fact of her appearance, with her dark hair and golden eyes, though the latter resembled those of a wolf and had an entrancing quality.

It was none of these things that drew the newcomer’s attention to her elven sister in the corner, but an ineffable stirring that told her that this woman may be able to help her.

The indigo-eyed elf met the golden eyes for a brief moment, but in a trice all was communicated wordlessly—that this cloaked elf wished to speak with her for purposes leaden with significance both urgent and clandestine.

The exiguous moment was broken by the arrival of Irid's meal, and the newcomer turned only slightly, allowing the golden-eyed elf to enjoy her meal while she scanned the room for others who might be able to aid her.
Logged

      
Ridgen Sú'ufanán
Mindweaver
Mini-mod
***
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 884


Random person ^^


Homepage
« Reply #3 on: December 11, 2011, 05:34:16 PM »

Ridgen emerged from the counter of "The Sleeping Shir", working part time as a waiter to earn some spare change. He was still annoyed at himself for spending too much money on something as trifle as a piece of jewellery. Then again, he was going to bring it home to Belle, and her happiness at the prospect of being given such a gift would make it all worth it. He quickly surveyed the room, and immediately spotted a lone elfess standing around, looking around the room, looking all-too-serious. He sauntered over, giving off a confident aura. "Hi there, Miss! Can I help you?" he asked as he got closer, his voice having a friendly ring to it. The elfess certainly could use a bit more cheer, her indigo-hued eyes reflecting her serious mood. Curious. She seemed to be looking for something. Or someone, for that matter. Ridgen's eyes briefly searched for an answer, but he ended up suppressing his curiosity for a bit, as he waited for the elfess's answer.
Logged

"Everything is a game - some people just don't realise that."
                                                                       - Ridgen Sú'ufanán
Serpentfang
Serpent Sniper
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 119


Psyrpent


« Reply #4 on: December 11, 2011, 11:27:19 PM »

Jarrox glanced up at the tavern sign swinging in the wind. "The Sleeping Shir", he thought. "What a stupid name. Can humans ever think of something intelligent for a change?" Jarrox drew his cloak closer to his snout. Fog forms every time he exhales, and the psyrpent shivered every time the winds blew past him. How he missed the warm forge fires of the dwarven cities! There great slabs of meat cooked to perfection upon grills, and steamy bowls of soup boiled in a pot set upon the hearth. He would have stayed there, if not for his dwindling coin supply. Luckily a merchant was hiring for a trade caravan bound for Voldar. The pay was decent but he didn't expect the weather to be so nasty.

Unfortunately this is the only tavern that he saw upon arriving in this city. The merchant he and others escorted are going to stay here for a while, and they must wait until he had sold his goods and is ready to return. The psyrpent snorted, taking one last look at the streets before going inside.

*THUD!*

Jarrox rubbed his forehead and cursed (or rather snarled) at the low beam. By Queprur, why do humans tend to make small doors! He closed the door, silently cursing the fact that he had to behave well in a town full of humans. One wrong move and he could be driven away from the city. He walked towards an empty table all the while ignoring the stares of most of the patrons, sat down on a chair, took his coin pouch and counted his sans. Hopefully he has enough for a meal and a bed, one that will fit a creature of his size.
« Last Edit: December 11, 2011, 11:28:47 PM by Jarrox Serpentfang » Logged

Alýr (Rayne)
Dreamress
Story Mod
***
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 2051



« Reply #5 on: December 12, 2011, 01:20:58 AM »

The indigo-eyed elf noticed a good-spirited elf coming toward her. His dress and direction indicated his current vocation--confirmed at his jovial hospitality as he greeted her: “Hi there, Miss! Can I help you?”

She was a bit struck by this, not necessarily because of his race, though it was strange to find an elf working in a human city, particularly an elf of his kind--for his tall stature and white eyes all proved his Cyhallrhim heritage, and certainly Cyhalloi was a long way from here. No, what struck her most of all is that one of his skills was working at a bar--

--A Ximaxian scholar would say she was analyzing the xeua links in the elven waiter’s car’all, that she could tell by its limberness, by its use, by the meta-states of those aspects that were apt to change--particularly with those links connecting water ounia--she could tell he was a mage of water. However, there are some things with Ximaxian magic cannot explain, like how she knew from looking at him of his strong will and trustworthiness.

“Yes,” the elf smiled, for the waiter’s good cheer was quite contagious. “You can. I need a room--a meeting room, one sound-proof or virtually so. Do you have something of this nature? I need a room that will fit at least three.”

Just then a psyrpent entered the bar. The indigo-eyed elf was caught a little off-guard, for the energy of such creatures is unusual and, to an elf, a little tenuous, for the relationship between the two races borders on hostile. She turned her head to glance at him as he entered, along with no doubt many of the patrons, and his physical appearance confirmed the energies she had felt: “Dél'mód'raház” she whispered.

She turned back to the elven waiter. “Make that four. And I will pay for the meal of that gentleman,” she said, indicating the psyrpent, and handed the elven waiter a silverbard.
Logged

      
Irid alMenie
Wolf-Lady
CD Mod
****
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 1178


Elf, Quaelhoirhim


« Reply #6 on: December 12, 2011, 05:37:37 AM »

Irid took her time eating, her golden eyes only occasionally straying towards the elfess. Her feelings warred between desire to retreat away from this hubbub of noise to the relative silence of her room, and curiosity what an Aelenrhim elf was doing in Voldar. Just now she was speaking with yet another elf - this was getting quite strange. She was used to being the only elf whenever she came into a human town, since it was not really all that common for elves to venture forth from their forests, and now there were at least three in the same room - it was too crowded to see if there were any others, and though it would surprise her, it would only add to what promised to be a strange evening.

Without seeming to do so, she stretched her ears to hear what the elfess was saying, but the noise proved too much to actually make out the words. Instead, she watched their manner - or, in his case, his appearance. His ears were quite a lot longer than her own, and she imagined than the other elf's as well. Not only that, but his hair seemed to be almost blue, which was an uncommon colour even among the elven tribes of Sarvonia. She could be wrong in this, as she had not yet before encountered one of that tribe, but she imagined that this was one of her cousins from Cyhalloi. That was even stranger, she knew that Cyhallrhim elves were even more reluctant to leave their icy homes than other tribes to leave their forests.

The elfess, whose eye-colouring was as unusual as her own, handed something to the other. Was he working here? He must be, if that was money, though she had only seen a glint. She had not seen him when she had come in earlier, but then she had almost immediately retreated to her room, and this was not a small inn. The elfess directed a look at another table. The creature sitting there, Irid saw as her gaze followed, was quite a lot taller than any human or even elf present, so she could quite clearly see his scaly head. That made it official - whatever else happened today, she would take it in her stride, because it was not going to be stranger than finding three elves in the same room with a psyrpent.

When she finished eating, her plate was taken away, but rather than going back upstairs as she had first intended, she stayed down in the common room, perhaps not immediately volunteering to go talk to the elfess that intrigued her so, but at least open to whatever the night might bring. There was a chair still vacant at her table, if the elfess should wish to take it she was welcome. It wasn't just curiosity that kept her there... well, no, that wasn't true. If she was quite honest with herself, that was really all it was - curiosity about the elfess, and about what other things this night might bring.
Logged

Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus.
Irid al'Menie
Serpentfang
Serpent Sniper
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 119


Psyrpent


« Reply #7 on: December 12, 2011, 01:15:52 PM »

Three copperbards. Not much, but he won't have to use them if he chose to. He could fish in the many ponds the nobles keep inside Voldar and he could pitch a tent outside the city gates, but he remembered the cold weather which could probably last for many moons. Living outdoors with that condition will not be pleasant.

"This night only," he promised himself. "I would be staying indoors for this night only. Tomorrow when the weather is good I would be setting up camp outside the city." With that in mind he scanned the area for someone with the look of a serving wench inside the tavern. His stomach is growling and he is getting impatient.

No one here seems to match the description of a barmaid. The psyrpent got impatient and with another slightly audible hiss, he stood up, walked towards the counter, leaned on it and tapped the wooden surface with his claws. Someone with his appearance should not be hard to miss, especially in a room full of humans or elves.
« Last Edit: December 12, 2011, 01:16:13 PM by Jarrox Serpentfang » Logged

Ridgen Sú'ufanán
Mindweaver
Mini-mod
***
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 884


Random person ^^


Homepage
« Reply #8 on: December 12, 2011, 02:41:58 PM »

“You can. I need a room--a meeting room, one sound-proof or virtually so. Do you have something of this nature? I need a room that will fit at least three,” was the elfess's reply. A smile was appearing on her lips. Ridgen was about to say something before he was interrupted by the elfess, who said, “Make that four. And I will pay for the meal of that gentleman,” indicating a psyrpent that had just come in and handed him a silverbard. The waiter merely smiled, nodded, said a quick "We do, actually. I'll be right back," before disappearing behind the counter, quickly retrieving the key to room 21.

Reappearing, the elf found that the psyrpent had moved over to the counter, and was tapping his fingers impatiently. Key still in hand, he approached the impatient customer, retaining the same confident aura he had when he was talking to the elfess. Smiling, he locked his own silvery eyes onto the psyrpent's own dark red, and greeted him accordingly. "Good evening, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"
« Last Edit: December 12, 2011, 02:43:56 PM by Ridgen Sú'ufanán » Logged

"Everything is a game - some people just don't realise that."
                                                                       - Ridgen Sú'ufanán
Alýr (Rayne)
Dreamress
Story Mod
***
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 2051



« Reply #9 on: December 13, 2011, 12:35:58 PM »

The indigo-eyed elf watched the waiter hurry to the counter as the psyrpent came to the counter and tapped his claws on the bar. She nodded to herself, and trusting that the waiter would carry out her requests--both for a meeting room and for the psyrpent’s meal to be paid for with her coin--glanced back at where her elven sister sat in a secluded corner of the tavern.

She scanned the room a little as she moved like an easy wind through the tavern, her feet seeming to barely touch the floor, as though at any moment, as though in mid-step, she might suddenly turn into a breeze and vanish completely, as though her corporeality were a tenuous thread holding her to earth.

She took a seat across from the dark-haired elf, and turned to her, her indigo-eyes glistening meaningfully, and she spoke in mellifluous Styrash, her whispered word hinting something puzzlingly secretive:

“Mohlát só cór ám aferát só melór sóh miés'eferím.  Kyreát só cár'tuulén ium, í valturá iú mé.”

[The night darkens and the shadow steals the stars. Death waits (for) me, for what I keep.]

The elf paused briefly, realizing that such an introduction might appear histrionic to those unaccustomed with her situation. She stole a furtive glance about the room, cautious, then spoke again. "Styrá Alyrthím. Styrát só methór queís mé?”

[I am Alýr. What is your name?]
« Last Edit: December 14, 2011, 08:27:17 AM by Alýr (Rayne) » Logged

      
Serpentfang
Serpent Sniper
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 119


Psyrpent


« Reply #10 on: December 13, 2011, 05:58:01 PM »

"Good evening, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"

The ruby-red slanted eyes of the psyrpent widened for a moment and the fangs that he had unintentionally bared disappeared, replaced with a look of confusion. Now this is a problem. As a being incapable of speech, how is he supposed to speak with this human? His eyes wandered around the area, looking for something that he can use to communicate. A parchment describing what they offer for food, anything that can be used.

After finding none, the psyrpent sighed, a guttural growl escaping from his maw. He leaned lower, pointed to his mouth and made chomping motions. He probably looked ridiculous right about now.
Logged

Irid alMenie
Wolf-Lady
CD Mod
****
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 1178


Elf, Quaelhoirhim


« Reply #11 on: December 13, 2011, 11:23:08 PM »

Irid watched the other elfess moving across the common room towards where she was sitting. She seemed to be scanning around the room, as if she was searching for someone, but when she stopped it was right by Irid's table. Well, at least she would not be needing an excuse to try and get closer. She seated herself without waiting for an invitation, though Irid did not mind. The other elf started speaking, causing Irid's eyebrows to rise in surprise. Not the fact that she was addressed in Styrash - she would expect nothing less from a sister - but the words chosen seemed somewhat... melodramatic, was perhaps the right word, for the occasion.

She seemed to realise what her introduction must sound like, because she continued with a somewhat more normal question to one you had not met before. Her name, she said, was Alýr. To her question, Irid answered: "Styrá Irid-thím. [Can I ask what it is that you keep? Or is this something best not discussed where it might be overheard, even in a tongue that is strange to many people?]" She didn't beat around the bush - it had been a long time now since she had been anything but direct, even with strangers. She no longer had it in her to pay attention to niceties - she could be circumspect when she had need to be, but frankly she did not see the need for it most of the time. She was not really interested in small talk about the weather.
« Last Edit: December 13, 2011, 11:23:25 PM by Irid alMenie » Logged

Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus.
Irid al'Menie
Alýr (Rayne)
Dreamress
Story Mod
***
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 2051



« Reply #12 on: December 14, 2011, 09:44:12 AM »

Alýr glanced down a little, touching her finger to her brow. It was a small gesture of distress, subtle as elves so often are, but no doubt interpretable by a fellow elfess. There was that light on the her so ubiquitous among elven kind, and yet, too, there was a dimness that came with exhaustion from a worrisome, dangerous journey (or had it been a chase? Not even she knew, though she felt like prey).

She looked up again, fighting away the weariness to speak with assertion and intent, as she felt her interlocutor required. "Rólgeyanté soh zafíc ám bollanté soh yó ilidéyían. Tré perfát so styrós é sah aelién áelá so eraíl nó úa, arntá soorán iú é sa enayaió."

[The walls listen and know many tongues. When the male elf with the white eyes finds a room for me, I will be able to speak freely.]

She glanced back to see that the elf of which she referred was helping the pyserpent, and watched a moment, her profile framed by her hood.

"Mendrá iú án eájthím, ám  arná baolán iú."

[I seek protection, and I am able to pay.]

She paused, feeling the weariness sink in as she knew she must wait for the room she requested. Suddenly she felt as though she had perhaps been overly impetuous in greeting the elf so quickly. She sighed a bit, glancing down. "Irelaiá uím, Styréfthé... pharsi iú án xán ilýr é cár'tuulén ác soh yvérá ías..."

[Forgive me, sister… I traveled a long way with death at my heels…]


zafíc = noun (m.) = Walls
ilidéy =  noun (m.) = Tongue/language
perfán = verb = To find
eraíl = noun (m.) = room/chamber
baolán  = verb = To pay
mendrán = verb = To seek
irelán = verb = To forgive
styréf = sister
ilýr = noun (f.) = way
yvér = noun (m.) = heel
Logged

      
Ridgen Sú'ufanán
Mindweaver
Mini-mod
***
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 884


Random person ^^


Homepage
« Reply #13 on: December 14, 2011, 01:57:42 PM »

Seeing the psyrpent open and close his mouth repeatedly, miming the actions of eating food, the waiter said, "Just one moment," before walking behind the counter, heating one of the pre-prepared dishes (one with quite a bit of meat, no less) and returning with it in his hand, signaling to the psyrpent that it was for him.

"There's no need to pay for this one, a very nice lady's offered to pay for you," the elf said cheerfully. "Now if you would excuse me, I have some things to attend to. Enjoy your meal," he concluded, setting the plate down on one of the tables near the psyrpent. With a slight bow of his head, he turned and left in search of the elfess, quickly finding her deep in conversation with... yet another elf. This was a strange night - three different elves in a human city. He pondered over this for a moment as he approached the two, but shrugged off the thought, stopping short behind the both of them, still smiling (ish) and waiting silently for a gap in their conversation.

This night promises to be interesting.
Logged

"Everything is a game - some people just don't realise that."
                                                                       - Ridgen Sú'ufanán
Alýr (Rayne)
Dreamress
Story Mod
***
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 2051



« Reply #14 on: December 15, 2011, 01:50:16 PM »

Alýr felt a familiar presence—for car’álls are always unique—and glance up to see the waiter. With his cheerful eyes and his smile, she could not help but feel her spirits lighten just a bit. Her gentle indigo eyes met him kindly, touched by an hidden gleam of wisdom.

"Ah, styréyó! Styrát sa eraí--"  [Ah, brother! Is there a roo--]

She caught herself mid-sentence, forgetting herself and continuing in the tongue that felt most natural. However, though he was an elf, the waiter's dialect might be drastically different from the styrash spoke in the woods of Bolder or Thaelon, for Cyhalloi was quite far from Santharian shores. She therefore decided it best to speak in Tharian:

"Sir," she smiled wearily, but sincerely, "Is there a room available we might be able to use, something relatively cloistered?"



styréy = noun (m.) = brother
Logged

      
Pages: [1] 2 3 ... 10   Go Up
Print
Jump to:  

Recent Posts
[July 23, 2019, 07:02:29 PM]

[July 23, 2019, 07:02:23 PM]

[August 01, 2018, 03:13:13 PM]

[June 19, 2018, 12:49:51 PM]

[April 28, 2018, 03:44:22 AM]

[April 13, 2018, 06:36:29 AM]

[April 10, 2018, 08:32:04 PM]

[March 09, 2018, 05:45:59 PM]

[February 13, 2018, 12:19:59 PM]

[January 02, 2018, 02:30:49 AM]
Members
Total Members: 2837
Latest: beaker
Stats
Total Posts: 214554
Total Topics: 8049
Online Today: 5
Online Ever: 216
(November 30, 2006, 09:08:03 AM)
Users Online
Users: 0
Guests: 35
Total: 35

Powered by MySQL Powered by PHP Powered by SMF 1.1.21 | SMF © 2005, Simple Machines
TinyPortal v0.9.8 © Bloc
Valid XHTML 1.0! Valid CSS!
Theme based on Cerberus with Risen adjustments by Bloc and Krelia
Modified By Artimidor for The Santharian Dream
gfx
gfxgfx gfxgfx