Thirsty Herald XV: Day 3 Firstflame

[Callie Sornak]

Callie gave a small jump as she heard and saw the door open. Standing inside the doorway was a male elf. Her body gave small tremors as he walked towards her. This was it....this was what she feared would happen. She was so distraught that she heard not a word he spoke. All she knew was that he was coming closer to her.

Finally, he was so close that she could reach out and touch him if she wanted to, which she certainly did not want to. From somewhere upon his person, he took out a small piece of fabric. Callie's eyes widened as she had had such things used as gags in the past. He leaned closer still in which case she could stand it no longer.

Making a small noise, something between a cry and a scream, she pushed past the Elf and ran out into the hall. She thought that there was no where for her to go then down, so she did so; tears began to run down her face once more. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she knew not where to go. Unintentionally, she ran out into the common room.

Upon seeing the people that were there, Callie gave a small cry and backed into a corner, to where she slid down upon the floor. Her eyes were wide with terror and she was crying silently; praying to any god that would hear her small prayers.

[Rvahr the Hunter]

From the edges of his vision a pitifully small figure approaches, and begins to speak in an elven dialect. R'vahr simply assumes she is speaking to an elf that he hadn't noticed, and continues to stare into the cackling embers. After a moment he hears her bend close to his ear and feels her words dance across his nape. Her throat is silken and fine, as the rest of her, and the hunter is confused by her confessed position. "I wouldn't imagine such a beautiful girl to be a maid. Women of your stature are usually kept from more brutish tasks." Turning his body just so, he gave her a long glance. "Either way, I wouldn't want to delay you from your duties, and have no taste for drink." He seems about to continue his speech and a softly en-wreathing warmth begins to pour from his chocolate demeanor, however, his intentions are cut short as a young girl comes bounding down the stairwell and into the common area near himself. For a moment he is to shocked to react, and he stares at the figure. Her sorrow touches him, and he himself feels a need touch his own deities. He gets up and finds a suitably clean spot on the floor, off to the left of the child. He kneels and begins to reverently adress his own favorite god. H'lf'ik

Mepher is awoken from his slumber by the soft cries of a young girl. He opens a single eye and surveys the area, quickly sighting the prone form of the youth, and noting the dispair in her appearance and tone. With a quick jitter he shakes the larger embers off of his back, which he follows with a drawn stretch and yawn. After accommodating himself to his new, awoken, state, the ferret saunters off toward the source of his intrest. His first few steps are marked with the vivid sizzle of heat and stone, though he quickly cools to a more comfortable warmth, soothing to the touch. Upon reaching his destination, he places himself between R'vahr and the girl, coaxingly rubbing against her side with his long, dark self. He accompanies the sensation with a contentedly smooth squeak, as if he were begging to be smothered in pats and happyness.

[Thorgas Ironforge]

After the long nap, Thorgas woke up and rubbed sleep off his eyes. He looked around and towards the window. Noticing that the sun will be setting soon, he sat on his bed and searched for his boots. He began scanning the room and found the boar hide boots, and beside it is Gamaliel, sleeping on blankets spread on the floor. Thorgas thought it better not to disturb his brother, and perhaps invite him later for supper.
The dwarf got up and went outside the room. After going down a flight of stairs, he eyed the common room and the patrons wearily. Maybe some of them would enjoy a drink or two with me. At the corner of the room, he saw a little human girl. She was crying silently, as if scared of the people inside. Normally he would approach the person and ask what ails her, but he suddenly remembered his pig Buri. Thorgas removed his stare at the girl, and perhaps help her later after having his supper.
He went outside towards the stable. On the way he saw the blood on the ground that the combatants had spilled earlier. Thorgas remembered the anguished look on their faces as the flesh are being ripped from their body and their blood spattering all over the place. It was a painful and ghoulish sight; he was glad that it did not happen on front of the elven maiden Twen nor his friend Phyth.
Once inside the stables he found Buri, awake and ready for his supper. He led the pig outside for some fresh air. the pig, greeting his dear friend with delight, nuzzled Thorgas' hand and lied down on his back, asking for a bit of rubbing. The dwarf laughed silently as he scratched the soft belly with the end of his staff. "Hungry, me friend? Doon't worry, you'll have yar meal soon."
The pig responded with a soft grunt, and Thorgas leaned at the doorpost, quite contented. After thinking about a few things, he took out his pipe, lit it, and puffed out clouds of smoke, relaxing a bit before going inside the tavern to eat.

[so orril miesefer]

Astonished by the girl response Orril ran behind her again " Wait!!! I need to ask you some things!!! Where are you going?! What are you scared of?! O my gods... will I have ever a calm day here?" Orril shouted while running, finally he saw the girl in a corner crying.

Gods, How can I approach her without scaring her again? Sure speaking softly won't work, she seemed to hear nothing of what I said, vanishing won't work either... that surely would scare her even more... maybe... A Chimaera in a beauty form? a mind soothing spell? no, this can't be solved with magic, I need to earn her trust, but how?? if she doesn't even hears me... Maybe Twen, yeah, if she doesn't trust in me surely she will trust in Twen, after all women always trust in women.
But... I can't just go with Twen and say her to speak with the girl, she knows the same I do about her and she might have better things to do than just act as "translator" between the girl and me... Orril stayed in his place while thinking, then resolved to try a mind soothing spell and if that failed then Twen's intervention in the matter would be more than obvious.

Then Orril approached some peds, leaving around three peds between him and the girl  and speaking softly he said "Please don't run away, I don't want to hurt you." Then Orril started to focus in the girl, making that inexplicable easiness and calm that the wind expresses travel to her, surrounding himself with a soft wind that careseed the girls face. Orril kept his distance while the spell worked its way to the mind of the girl, making her feel refreshed and calmed... or at least that expected Orril... maybe the girl had a strong mind that blocked the spell, maybe not... just some seconds more and her would talk with him... at least hear him.

Orril said again in a calmed and soft voice "Please don't run, I don't want to hurt you, I want to help you. May I approach to you and help you with the hurt in your lip?" Orril sat in the floor and looked to the eyes of the girl, knowing that a gaze could provably make her have some confidence to him, there he waited for the girl to do something, to answer something, meanwhile he was fighting with the after casting effects, trying to minimize the headache of the casting and to not express it.

[Thorgas Ironforge]

After smoking, Thorgas decided to go inside the tavern and eat. He led the pig again to the stables and gave the stablehand a coin. "Make sure ta feed him well, lad, and I'll se ta it that you'll get another coin for yar work."

As the dwarf head to the exit, he turned around just to make sure the boy is doing his work. He saw the lad look at the coin in his hand with glee, and proceeded in rubbing the sides of the pig. The rubbing done, he went to a part of the stables and returned with a bucket of pig food. After pouring it in a trough, he refilled the bucket and set it beside the pig to be consumed later.

"Here, lad." Thorgas tossed another coin for the care administered by the boy. Without looking back, he entered the inn and sat on a chair beside the fireplace. After looking at the patrons again, he noticed the girl earlier in the same corner, crying. He saw too, the golden haired elf talking to her.

Ugh! What does he want with a poor lass? Thorgas thought,  giving a grunt and a look of disgust at the elf. He turned to both people and spoke loud enough for the elf to hear. "Pardon, elf, but isn't the lass frightened enough? Give her some food first, then if she calms down, that's the time ta talk ta her." Thorgas leaned on his chair, lit his pipe again and smoked, waiting for the elf's response and for supper to be cooked.

[so orril miesefer]

Just what I needed... I don't want to scare this girl again... better get out of here before she shouts again and all that.

Orril made his way to the table where the dwarf was, and sat in front of him."May I ask you a question? How will I offer her food if she won't listen me?  for an odd reason she feels scared of me... Could you attempt to speak with her? A lady and I found her in the stables trying to sleep, surely she's fleeing from something or someone. Yet we know nothing about her."

Said Orril while he looked around in search of Twen, he had no more concentration or patient left to try another mind soothing spell, and he was about to bet that if the girl considered him "ugly" she would flee as a soul taken by Queprur when the dwarf approaches her, if he does...

[Thorgas Ironforge]

"Hmm... That's an odd question ta ask, elf. But what better way to prove your kindness by showing it ta her? Bring her some food and put it in front of her. I'm sure she has nothing ta eat for many days." Thorgas pauses and catches a breath, "telling her about your kindness will not work; Ya must show it ta her. Before I forget, elf, doon't shout so loud, you'll scare her."

The dwarf did not notice that he had puffed out a cloud of smoke accidentally in the face of the elf. "She seems pretty scared of everybody, huh? Well I can't blame her. A look on her condition clearly tells us that someone did something to her. The big question now is who did it." He puffed another cloud of smoke to Orill's face when the elf asked him to try speaking to the girl. Thorgas thought for a while, unconsciously blowing a grey cloud in the face of the elf again. "Ya got a point there, lad. She won't be scared of someone her own size eh?" The dwarf chuckled, "but first, give her some food."

Thorgas stared at the girl again. She's been in that position for quite some time now. the dwarf thought, blowing another cloud in the elf's face.

[so orril miesefer]

coughedughted every time the smoke blew to his face, yet he tolerated it because he was really interested in the idea of Thorgas.

OK, I'll try your idea, but I'm really sure the girl won't eat... she don't trust in me and I find almost impossible she eats something she knows may contain poison.

Orril turned and looked into the deep metallic eyes of Twen Dear lady, can you please bring me some fruit? Thanks you a lot. After that he looked to the girl still crying in the corner, he really felt a hole in his heart while looking at the poor creature, making him feel sorrow and unhappy.

[Twén Aråerwén]

 Supple lips parting into a placid grin as R’vahr made note of her present circumstances. “Yes M’Lord tis a bit odd that I am here. Yet one does what one must, when friends are in need.” Frail hands entwined behind the elf’s petite back as she stood firmly upon sandaled feet. Shoulders slumped wearily as the mage stood erect, golden curls obscuring tiny digits now nestled near the base of her back. Unwavering, metallic gray eyes followed the warrior as he excused himself from their idle chatter.

 The weeping of an adolescent teenager roused the mage from a whirlwind of thoughts that had clouded her mind. From the sheer assuredness of the man’s departing stature, the elf had a last fleeting thought. Most definitely he is not the one responsible for the carnage here. If he were he would not saunter about with such a leisurely gait. This thought hastily retreated as Twen began to quickly study the young girl only a few peds before her.

 Battlegrounds strewn with the corpses of fallen warriors, flashed in the maiden’s mind as she surveyed Callie. She easily recognized the sheer terror the young lass must be feeling. More than one maiden had been cast aside once ravaged by brigands and cutthroats. Callie showed many of the signs of these women, although Twen had no clue how close yet so far she was from the truth. Only the semi-comical image of the soot covered Mepher approaching the young maiden, shored the mage’s fortitude enough to cease the tears welling in ancient eyes.

 The advance of So Orril went fundamentally unheeded; Twen knew he needed not to cover ground to be a threat. Though his inquiries for assistance with the girl gave the elfess a reassurance that the man was indeed just and forthright. One pointed ear flickered gently during the wind mage’s request for help. Lithe neck careened to the side, locking her eyes upon his golden stare, an astray fair-haired curl coming to rest over the right side of her delicate features. “M’Lord, if yee would be so kind. Do yee mind if I spoke to the young lass myself? Food and drink are good ideas for her, though I fear she needs more than such simple things can provide.”

[so orril miesefer]

"Go on, I'm sure she won't run away with you." Said Orril in response to Twen's question Why in this world the only thing we will never understand are women... One try being gentle and they run away, one try to be firm and they run away, one tries every single thing that passes by his mind and yet they aren't completely satiated. Just wish between them they can talk without running away... Tought Orril while sitting again in the chair.

Decided he wouldn't look the girl cause she would feel intimidated, Orril turned his head to Thorgas and said: "So... How you ended here? Dwarves rarely go out their homes and they do it only when they will sell things. But you are a mage... how you ended like that?

[Kali Rae]

Kali finishes unceremoniously stuffing her belongings back into her pack and slings it over her shoulder.  She straightens up, wincing only briefly as she uses her right foot to steady herself and addresses the two men.  "Thank you for your concern, enjoy the evening," she says, and adds after a moment, "and be careful with that horse of yours.  No running over any other people."  She smiles coyly at Phyth, "Good evening gentlemen."  And with that she turns on her heel and retreats towards the tavern, suppressing her limp as much as she can.  Nevertheless she still walks unevenly as she makes her way to the door.

She reaches the tavern and takes a deep breath before slowly opening the door.  I wonder what bizarre events are unfolding now, she thinks pulling on the knob.  She pulls the door open fully and steps across the threshold into the comparative warmth of the tavern.  She blinks briefly and looks around the room taking in the scene before deciding where to sit.  She notices R'vhar kneeling on the floor in prayer.  Probably some evening ritual, she thinks to herself and she lingers on him for a moment before resuming her scan of the room.  She notices a petite elf of a completely indeterminate age and watches her interact with the elf that had carried off the young girl.  The girl.  Kali searches the room for her and finds her in the corner, shivering. She looks even more pathetic then she did in the dim light of the stable.  I feel for you, hon, I'd never wish that much of attention on anyone, least of all you, she thinks feeling nervous for the girl.

Deciding it better not to add one more person to crowd around the girl Kali limps over to a table taking care not to let anything fall out of her poorly packed pack.  She sets it down and a wooden poll, a length of rope and silver bracelet spill out onto the floor.  Paying no heed, she sits down carefully and lets out a gasp of relief as she lets all the weight off of her foot since hurting it.  She pulls another chair next to her and puts her right foot up on it.  She turns her attention to R'vhar, and the group of people around the girl.

[Thorgas Ironforge]

Thorgas turned a weary head and stared at the elf that asked him a question, a question that he feared to answer ever since that... incident that happened in the mines within Mithral mountains.

Taking a deep breath, and exhaling more of the choking grey could at the elf's face, he made himself comfortable on his chair and went on to tell his story.
"Hmm... How should I begin that tale? Anyway, When I was a wee lad I love nothing better than ta bask in the radiance that only fire can give me. Me dad made me an apprentice ta a smith, but I hate the job, although I tried me best."

Thorgas inhaled deeply and blew out another cloud to the elf. "Then one day, I accidentally set the forge on fire. After extinguishing it, the old coot threw me out, says never wanted ta see me beard in his forge again. I was happy because that gave me a chance ta study magic in the magic school."

"After learning all I can I set on towards the Mithral Mountains for me age of choosing. On the way I encountered a wee bundle of fur that turned out to be the best friend and son I could ever get. His name is Buri, and I love him very much." The dwarf sighed deeply, then blew smoke to the face of the elf. "Sure enough, the lasses of me tribe are afraid that the 'pyromaniac' would burn their belongings, so I got no mate. I decided ta look fer a brand new cave ta call home, and perhaps build a mine with Gamaliel somewhere in the mountains."

Thorgas brushed his beard thoughtfully and uncounsciously expelled smoke again at the elf. "There elf. That's how I ended here, far from home and no selling of some sort of items, and why I became a sorcerer."
After finishing his story, the dwarf turned his green eyes towards the elf. "Well, I'm sure ya have a tale or two with ya. Mind if ya share the tale of how ya get here over a good mug of dwarven ale, lad?" Thorgas chuckled and puffed out clouds of smoke to the elf, conscious of nothing but in eager anticipation of hearing the golden haired elf's tale.

[so orril miesefer]

"My history? Isn't that strange, I'm son of two wind mages, born of the Injerín, though my mother was Aellenrhim. Since I have memory I loved the idea of flying, and grew with the dream to someday touch the sky and soar it. That's why I decided to go to Ximax from the north." Orril paused, remembering th day he first approached the boat that would lead him to the ocean.

I traveled by a river until the ocean, there I took a ship that leaded me to south Sarvonia, what I remember and may never forget is to never get on a ship again, that trip wasn't good for me, made me sick with the movement of the waves... Anyways, I passed sometime in Thysland, recovering of that cursed seatrip. then headed to the south... I saw many things in my way, forests, villages, many things there, I won't forget that. Orril coughed the smoke and continued.

Finally I reached Ximax, my hear raced when I saw the big walls, my dream was getting closer. My parents died while I was studying, so I was forced to take a part time job, my spare time was reduced, yet I had some free time to practise sports and walk into the woods. Orril stooped a moment, curious to see if Twen and the Girl had made any advance.

I met a person, we became friends and a day he invited me to hunt with some friends of him, they hunted, I just watched. They picked a pack of wolves and killed it, I was depressed, yet, the destiny gave me a way to recover. When we where returning I found a wolf pup, lonely and really weak, it saw me before fainting. I couldn't resist, and picked the pup and hided it inside my robe. I took care of it, that's Shadow, the wolf you've seen with me. Orril coughed some more to the smoke and continued.

The owl is Storm, was a birthday present. When I graduated I get out of Ximax by a not so pleasant event that made me practise more my fighting spells than my healing or illusion ones. And that's how I ended here, I'm looking to live my life, so long time inside a tower isn't sane for an elf. Orril stopped and then looked again over his shoulder and to the girl.

So... how you think she got here? she doesn't looks good and for me she hasn't eaten in a long time.

[Twén Aråerwén]

A beaming smile spread swiftly over the mage’s supple lips, when So Orril opened the gate for her to approach the young human lass. Quickly the smile was replaced with disgust as a billowing cloud of smoke came from Thorgas. A frail hand rose to cover the maiden’s mouth as tears welled in ancient gray eyes. A sandaled foot slid backwards, the elf nearly stepped away from them in an attempt to escape the putrid cloud.

Water-filled eyes moved to the dwarf, a maelstrom of malcontent swirling in their depths. Though a forced smirk was upon crimson lips before she spoke, her disdainful glare never faltering. “Excuse me gentlemen, the young lass needs my attention.” Almond shaped eyes hastily closed as another wave of smoke washed over So Orril and herself. Tiny droplets of tears cascaded down porcelain cheeks, before gingerly she stepped away from them.

With a casual gait she moved towards Callie, halting at near a half ped from the weeping child. Twen crouched down as to not seem imposing to the girl, delicate hands clasped about her knees before she spoke up. “Pardon me ma’am.” The words uttered softly with a tinge of sorrow permeating from their edges. She contemplated using magic to draw the young girls attention, though playing upon the maid’s mental state might not be wise. Petite neck tilted to one side, metallic gray eyes seeking to pull the girl into a conversation.

One hand rising from her knee to brush a few stray locks from Callie’s tear soaked cheeks. The gesture was more of an attempt to get Callie’s eyes to meet her own. “M’Lady, do yee have a name?” For fear of frightening her more, Twen’s hand came to rest palm down on the wooden floor. 

[Dreánis Almenia]

In the fading light of the sun sinking into the void a lone figure trudged from the north towards the Thirsty Herald. His bare feet crunching the ground underfoot, he lumbers forward exhaustion weighting heavily upon his shoulders. His leg had long since gone numb where the quiver banged painfully against it with each step, the sound of the arrows clattering together with each foot fall nothing more then a background noise after all his travels. He adjusted the bow slung over his shoulder, it's reassuring weight playing heavily upon his mind, he'd discovered that taverns were sometimes filled with the least friendly of patrons. As he moved forward a long strand of black hair pigmented with green drapes across his face obscuring his vision slightly, reaching up he brushed it aside his long black nails gliding across his elegantly shaped forehead.

Haunted eyes warily watch the surrounding area, always cautious of movement around him he watched the area carefully, yet he found it hard to tear his gaze from the building half expecting it to suddenly vanish into the distance. He'd been travelling through the desert for the last little while and had grown accustomed to mirages. He'd travelled in the direction of Strata with the intention of perhaps unloading some of his acquired goods, though he'd headed out from Thalambath it was still quite a bit across the unforgiving desert. As he neared the building he noticed something particularly odd about this mirage, it didn't vanish, he was relieved when his fingers touched the solid wall of the building.

He moved around the building towards the opposite side towards the entrance, while moving he adjusted the satchel dangling on his left side to keep it from pounding his thigh with each step. Rounding the corner he spotted the door and let out a sigh of relief Finally a place to rest. He stopped for a brief moment before the door, remembering all the horrible times he has experienced in taverns he began to second guess the decision to enter this one. After only a second though the exhaustion of his recent travel convinced him otherwise and he opened the door, quietly, well as quietly as possible, he entered the tavern and cautiously glanced around the common room.

Noting a few people in particular he moved across the room weaving between the tables with a grace strange to his height, finding an empty table he sat down, if you can call it sitting, one foot rested on the end of the chair so his knee was pulled up against his chest. He rested his chin on top of his knee, and eyed those around him warily, a strange calm emanated from him as he sat in this strange pose. Determining he was relatively safe Dreánis slung his bow off his shoulder and set it down on top of the table he currently sat at and with a sigh shut his eyes for a moment, though what good it would do in a tavern he knew not.

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