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Deklitch Hardin
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« Reply #90 on: June 15, 2009, 08:26:23 AM »

“Don’t worry about me, Mr. Dek. I’ll be fit as a fiddle in no time. You go and join that musical group over there.”

Not needing a second invitation, he made his way over towards the hobbits and the dwarf musicians. On his way he stopped a server, pressing a suitable coin into the server's hand, he motioned in Callista's direction.

"Please get her any drink that she'd like. If that isn't enough for it, let me know, and I'll give you some more," Dek said to the dwarf, before continuing.

Dek listened to the words that were coming from the singers ...

"Where ale flows freely into mugs and goblets
and friendly words greet as you go by.
"

"Unless you are a kid," Dek mumbled, probably just loud enough for someone he was passing by to hear, not that he was upset by that or anything, but it was clear to him it wasn't really a song for children.

Catching up to where the others were up to, Dek joined his voice to the others, his voice hitting the middle ranges effortlessly, mostly in tune and pace with the instruments and the other singers.

"Oh it is down by the foot of the mountain,
where the cold water runs so clear.
"
as he sang, he looked around, and almost without thinking he began to jump, ignoring the stabbing pain he was getting in his left ankle.
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« Reply #91 on: June 16, 2009, 01:17:19 AM »

“There is a path that leads to a tavern,
where you get all the pleasures of life.
Where ale flows freely into mugs and goblets
and friendly words greet as you go by.”


Jenna began to sing. Her voice, while not loud, had a strange attractive quality. The sort of voice that could speak one word and calm an argument or be heard through a crowd. Her singing was quietly moving, slowly stirring, warm and gentle. As her mother had once remarked, it was much like her features- by no means beautiful, but with an attractive individuality and general pleasantness that slowly drew people in, more so than the cold perfection of beauty.

She glanced over at the tall, stern dwarf. The baroominth’s simple notes blended into the song wonderfully. As she drew breath for the next line with even greater enthusiasm, he let out a small chuckle. Well, if we’ve cheered him up we must be doing alright! she thought, catching the dwarves’ eye and winking.

“Oh it is down by the foot of the mountain,
where the cold water runs so clear.
Where the cerubell dances softly
in a breeze of cool night air.”


Jenna, lost in the music, started as another voice joined the music. She looked up to see the other rover, the fire-headed youth, singing along with them. She chuckled a little herself in that good-natured way of hers, and when she drew breath next, flashed the lad a quick grin.

“The way there goes over stone and rock,
and under shadows of silver clad trees.
Golden streaks from the shining injèrá
filtering softly through thousands of leaves.”


Jenna tapped her foot and bobbed her head to the music as the rover, caught up in some burst of youthful enthusiasm, she supposed, began to jump.
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« Reply #92 on: June 16, 2009, 04:42:00 AM »

Malach awoke, unsure of how long he slept, but he felt it was long enough.  He put his jacket, belt, and boots back on him.  He ruffled his hair about, trying to get the tangled mess under control, and, realizing it was a lost cause, moved to his beard. This, too, was impossible to manage.  He cursed and moved to the round table at the corner of his room, tripping over what was clearly a hobbit's chair, swearing all the while, and placed there his small pouch of gold.
 
"Well," he thought. "Got plenty o' gold to buy me another ale, and perhaps ruffle a few more dwarven feathers!" He told himself this and remembered the girl who had glared at him...  "Bah!  Who cares what she thinks? The clumsy old dwarf falls down in a tavern, and she expects folks not ter laugh at 'em?" He giggled again at the memory of the dwarf flailing on the floor.  "Perhaps I did go a bit far..."  He told himself.  But then, a stronger part of him said forget about it and get a another mug of ale!  So he forgot about it, and went to his door, thirsty for just that.

He reached for the small, decorated handle, and opened the door.  Smells of some sort of spiced meat and bread wafted up to him, but he ignored it and walked down the hall, away from the stairs to the wash room.  Nobody else was in there, and he grabbed a small hand towel and began to mop away at the grime on his face.  He dipped it into a silvered bowl of water, and began to clean out his beard.  This done, he looked back at the small pool and saw the power in the weathered face, the strength in the dark, wintry eyes, and the ridiculous length of his hair.  

"Aye, you needin' a bit of hair trimmin'," he told his reflection.  "You look like a figure just taken out a child's horror tale!"  And you act like one said a voice unbidden in his mind.  "Damn!" He yelled to the water.  "It was a clumsy dwarf and a self righteous girl trying to defend the pig!"  This decided and set in his mind, he threw the bowl across the room, sending it clattering to the floor and creating a fountain of water splashing all around it.  

The trader he escorted had just walked in and asked what was going on, accompanied by a hobbit who had been making deals with him.  Malach cursed again and shoved the man away, knocking him from his feet.  He stopped and turned to help the man back up and apologize, but his pride held him back and he walked out of the washroom, ignoring the shocked hobbit.

Before making his way to the stairs to the main floor, he stopped by his room again and tried to calm down.  This anger was completely unnecessary and without any cause, and he did not know why it possessed him so.  Then he heard a pleasant sound from his open door, a song sang from an entrancing voice...  He closed his eyes, allowing the soothing sound to wash over him, and again thought of little Livanii...  He never liked leaving her so long, and he worried about her often.  He was also annoyed at the price the bird keeper required to hold a bird of her size.  "Twelve stink in' sans," he thought.  

However, recently he has been unable to find good work and has been reduced to guarding small caravans, moving families, and traveling traders, all for only a few coins.

"Well, that must be it...  little Livvy, the piggish dwarves, and lack of work has finally gotten to me!"  

"I suppose it 'bout time for a break from this chaotic life."  He said aloud, then thought about the irony of where he was and laughed and decided that, if any gods existed, they're getting a good laugh now...  He walked again to his door, in a much better mood, and walked down the hall to the stairs and entered the main floor and sat again at the small bar.  

Waiting for a server to come by and enjoying the songs from the multiple singers, he looked around the room.  He looked at the young man singing, and was somewhat shocked at the fair voice coming out of the small man.  Looking a bit closer, he realized it was a woman, though she was dressed as a man.  "Strange people..." he thought.

He looked further around saw a table of dwarves eating, and he wished he hadn't looked.  Disgusted by the way they ate, he continued looking around the room.  He saw the old dwarf who had been knocked over.  Still smiling at the image, he looked at the base of his stool and thought about how the younger woman had reacted.  

Completely devoid of all possible reasoning for the anger, he shrugged and looked around for a dwarf server.
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« Reply #93 on: June 22, 2009, 01:40:29 PM »

The thick dwarven doors swung open slowly.  Ruil stopped in the doorway for a second, surprised by the amount of festivities this early in the day.  Do people in this city do no work?  Not like I can talk, really.  Afterall, the Brothers Mallister were mercenaries, and probably avoided being outlaws solely due to technicalities.   When the knight glanced around the room, he only took note of the various servers, looking for the one most likely to have valuable information.  Stepping to the side so his older brother could enter, the younger of the two watched the servers for a moment before finding the one he wanted: a friendly female dwarf, whom the various male dwarves already seemed interested in seeing to their bed.  She’ll know something.

He strode over to her quickly as she moved away from the table with the gambler, and met her just on the edge of the counter.  “Wench!” called Ruil just loud enough for her to hear over the songs on the other side of the room.  She heard him.  “Yes, you.  I am in need of a few things, not least of all a mug of your Tuborger Brown.”

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any Tuborger,” apologized the wench.  “But we do have other ales, if you like.”

Of course they don’t have the Brown… Ruil grimaced.  ”Fine. Regular ale will do.”  His mail clinked softly as he moved his hands to the waist of his baldric.  A moment later, he pressed some coins in her hand.  The female dwarf glared at Ruil when he didn’t let go, which made him grin.  “I’ll also take information.  I’m looking for someone missing a hand.  Certainly, a trait difficult to miss.”  His eyes bored into the wench’s.  A technique he picked up from his brother.  Watching Mathis do it to others and experiencing himself, Ruil quickly picked up how useful it was.  “Know anyone of that description?”

With the wench’s answer, the knight withdrew his hand.  “I’ll take that ale now.”  The extra coins the wench walked away with were little consolation to the discomfort of her brief interrogation, but Ruil neither noticed nor cared.  One glance at his brother was all it took to summon Mathis to his side.  “Next to the gambler.  Cloak."  The wench returned with a mug of ale.  Hm.  Faster than I expected.  Taking a swig, he glanced at his target.  “He’s the one we want.”
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« Reply #94 on: June 23, 2009, 08:26:14 AM »

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"So what brings you to this amazing tavern, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Well, lass I be a regular here, ya see. Fer I be the o'erseer or the like at the trading outpost, where the merchants of many races come ta trade with us dwarves. Enjoyable work, most o' the time, not a lot ta trouble oneself about. But, every once in a while, someone gets in their head ta make trouble. Today I had a mighty spirited group o' humans a come in, and they was arguing 'bout the silliest things." He shook his head at the slightly aggravating memory, which was still fresh in his mind, though the tavern at eased the frustration he had still been experiencing when he first walked in.

"My name is Salena Smith, very nice to meet you both,"

"A pleasure ta be meeting such fine people myself, lass. It's a good day for the tavern when we come by such fine company as this." Leaning back in his chair, the elder dwarf caught the attention of a nearby server, asking him for some lunch and a "fine full mug o' ale". Receiving a bowl of sulcho soup and the mug of ale, he took a long draught from his glass before beginning to sip his soup. It was then, out of the corner of his eye, that he noticed a number of surly men entering the tavern.

They were some of the men that he had been tussling with in the market earlier. And there among the group of three or four was their leader, a sour looking middle-aged man with a petty knack for complete aggravation. Well, thought the old dwarf, they won't be upsetting my lunch. He turned his back to them and steadfastly ignored the fact that they had entered the tavern. Clearing the involuntary scowl that had crossed his face, he turned once again to his fair companions, "That be a mighty fine song they be singin'. I wonder, do either o' you lasses take interest in the arts?" Thinking that perhaps they might answer in the negative, since they had not taken part in the singing, he added, "Or if not, what is that ya enjoy most doing, just for the fun of it?"
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« Reply #95 on: June 23, 2009, 08:51:02 AM »

Hragnúr fixed Morden with an annoyed stare when he chuckled at her during the music. So she was a bit fond of a full mug...OK, a whole lot fond of several full mugs. But she simply shook her head in mock disdain as she regarded the lovely tune that was filling the tavern with mirth. Her attention was brought back to the table she sat at when she heard a quiet cough from beside her. Someone was trying to get her attention, and that someone turned out to be the gambler Pragnék. She gave him a confused look, not understanding why he suddenly had such a shy and embarassed face on. He looked as though he had been trying to get her attention for several minutes.

"Erm, Hragnúr ol' gal, *cough*...ya wouldn't 'appen to have a copperbard on ya, now would ye?"

She stared at him, stupefied for a second by the way Pragnék was humbling himself to beg for money to make his bet. Well, perhaps the old gambler had thought this human was going to back down at his initial offer. The stupefied stare turned into a slight twitch at the corners of Hragnúr's mouth, which in turn became a full grin. Not being able to contain her mirth any longer, she broke into a boisterous guffaw. Pragnék's face became a terribly deep shade of red, and as he grumbled first apologies and then recriminations at Hragnúr, the brewmistress took a moment from her laughter to toss the appropiate coin upon the table. She supposed it was fair pay for the good laugh she got out of the experience.

The quick footsteps of one of the serving girls drew Hragnúr out of her merry state, as she noticed a queer harrowed look in the dwarfess' eye as she drew a mug from the tap. What could be the matter with her? None of the patrons had been giving trouble today, as far as the brewmistress knew. The perpetrator of that look became clear when the mug of ale was delivered to a man with a pale face with bright blond hair, a stark contrast to the earthy dwarven colors of the tavern. With indignation, she reached for her staff and heaved herself up to her feet. Lumbering to where the man was, she waved the end of it in his face to scold, an absurd situation considering the man was about twice her height. "Ya don't be givin' none o' us dwarves any trouble, 'specially the servers! I'll be boxing yer ears, and whatever other parts o' yer head I can reach if (Trum-Barol help ya) ya dare bother anyone in the tavern anymore. Ya understand?!?"

Oblivious to the confrontation, Pragnék was already making use of his new-found wealth. "Well, lad, shall we get ta rolling for the pot now? If ya be ready, I'll explain the rules to ya," he said as a greedy glint stole back into his eyes.
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« Reply #96 on: June 23, 2009, 08:57:31 PM »

Foraste watched as the gambler turned to the brewmistress. The tavern had picked up a boisterous crowd already. The various performers were singing and playing instruments and the mood in the tavern was merry. The two dwarves finished finished quickly and a copperbard was added to the pot.

The gambler turned and began, "Well, lad, shall we get ta rolling for the pot now? If ya be ready, I'll explain the rules to ya." The happiness in the tavern was infectious and Foraste was willing to start right away.

"I'll start right away. Teach me how to play this game," Foraste responded quickly. He waited for the dwarf's instruction.
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« Reply #97 on: June 25, 2009, 12:56:00 PM »

Golden streaks from the shining injèrá
filtering softly through thousands of leaves.”


Realizing that it wasn’t the hoped for server, Fidget allowed the soft melody to pull his attention back. He watched with silent amusement as a red haired young man began to hop as he sang. When he brought his mind back from wandering he took note of a group of men entering the tavern.

Well these gents don’t look like they’re here for the music. Looks like trouble brewing. With this realization he began to scan the tavern for an out of the way table he could relocate to. Turning to his current companion he nods towards the group, Looks like it might be getting’ a bit less cozy in ‘ere. Care to join me at a different table?
Not waiting for a reply he shrugs the pack on his back to a different angle surreptitiously  making it easier to draw his dagger if necessary. Standing up , he walks towards one of the small table closer to the fire place. After sitting down with his back to the corner he keeps one eye on the newcomers but gives his attention mostly to the two gamblers sitting not far from him.
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« Reply #98 on: June 25, 2009, 10:11:26 PM »

Whilst she waited, glancing at the server, she allowed the melody to wash over her. She rested her cheek on her hand as she listened to the music. Ahhh, there's nothing like good music. Fighting the urge to get up and dance she glanced around the room again, looking for prospective clients, when she noticed the men that entered the tavern.
She watched the exchange between the man who seemed to be the leader and a serving girl. Definitely trouble ahead...

.....cozy in ‘ere. Care to join me at a different table?

She glanced towards Fidget, who had already began moving toward a table. Lets see, stay here on my own when trouble may flare up at any moment, or stay with someone who may be able to protect me. Hmmm tough choice.... I think not!
She stood up and followed a step or two behind Fidget.
If it comes down to it, I could always run while he's busy.

Not liking the sound of her own thoughts, she reached the table and sat beside Fidget. She crossed her legs in front of her, and discretely arranged her skirt around her. Now tense from the notion of impending trouble, she forced herself to relax. Feeling the fire warm her skin, she began playing with her hair, parting it so the long tresses fell divided over her chest, then picking random strands and curling them round her fingers. She noticed his attention on the men. Were these the people who had given Fidget his forced change of scenery? They don't look like they would stand for anyone to even touch their belongings let alone steal any. Hmmm..

"Do you know them?" she asked, keeping her voice as low as possible, inclining her head in the general direction of the newcomer's, her fingers still twirling her hair round her fingers.
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« Reply #99 on: June 26, 2009, 02:28:03 AM »

Lost in the words, lost in the music, lost in the movement, Dek didn't think, he just moved. It was now apparent that he wasn't just jumping, but doing more than that, that he was actually performing artistic tumbles, turns, somersaults and other such actions. Every now and then, when he came down harder than he was expecting on his injured ankle, he winced ever so slightly, but he pushed on. He was in the grip of performance, he didn't even notice when the music ended at first, so engrossed was he in his performance. Then, he wasn't in the Kann Kemruhnt any more, but rather back with the Rovers, rehearsing and then performing with the rest of his troupe. Even his senses blocked out the smells and sounds of the tavern and he was simply ... alive.

When he slowly returned to the here and now, he became aware of the throbbing in his injured ankle and realised that he had overdone it. Always a problem, he told himself, as he slowly hobbled his way to a nearby table and sat. Right, he'd just listen and sing ... at least until his foot got better, or they did a song that he really liked.

Deklicht became aware of the men who had recently entered the tavern. He wasn't sure what was going on there, but he suspected that there could well be some kind of trouble. Trouble he didn't really want to be a part of. He hoped nothing would come of it. 'Why couldn't everyone be just like the Rovers and get along?' he wondered quietly to himself, watching what was happening with those men. Dek didnt realise it, but his money pouch, such as it was was showing slightly.
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« Reply #100 on: June 27, 2009, 01:02:39 AM »

” Do you know them?”

“Now what would give you an idea such as that? No, but I’ve been caught in my share tavern scuffles to sense one comin’. May be it’s nothing more’n unsatisfied customers but I’ll not wager on it.“

Without thinking fidget pulled his amulet out and removed the thong around his neck. As he toyed with it he continued. “Should have nothin‘ to do with me but I’d like to stay out of the way all the same. ”

Sliding the amulet off it’s thong he began flipping it across his knuckles like a magician might with a coin. He watched with a wry smile, while the young red haired man realized that he was in pain and limped over to a nearby table. Looking around once again he took note of the two men who had stopped the tavern maid.

Those two don’t look particularly happy either but not familiar. Seems they have another target in mind. He thought as what appeared to be the younger motioned towards the gamblers. It’s the group by the door that concerns me they don’t seem to have a purpose other than trouble maybe.

Those two don’t bother me they look like they are looking for someone. He said No it’s the ones by the door that cause me to worry. It looks like whatever trouble they have in mind isn’t gonna be focused on a single person.
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« Reply #101 on: June 27, 2009, 01:34:06 AM »

"No it’s the ones by the door that cause me to worry. It looks like whatever trouble they have in mind isn’t gonna be focused on a single person. "

As she heard this, Laonna stopped toying with her hair. This is serious, what should I do? Biting her lip in thought, her mind running across all the possabilities of what could happen, before her memories of the past burst through. The pain...the unnecessary violence.....

"Not again. Not now." She whispered, well below the range of hearing. Just get up and run. Don't stop. Never stop until your legs give out. Go now. Listening to these words that thundered round and round her head, a single tear tracked down her cheek, in remembrance of her all too short childhood. She brushed it away, thankful that Fidget's attention looked to be completely diverted.

No, I WILL not let this happen. If I can do anything, anything at all, to stop whatever violence is going to happen, then I must do it. No one should ever feel how I've felt. The innocent shouldn't suffer.....

Her attention lit on the man before her And what of him? Did he want to run, just like her. Would he do anything? Would he help her?

She decided to question Fidget, maybe get a better notion of him. The previous interaction being too short to get an accurate reading of him she asked " That looks pretty, where did you get it?" Hoping the innocuous question would lead to answers, and attempting to push the recently disturbed memories of her past back, she waited.
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« Reply #102 on: June 27, 2009, 05:42:49 AM »

”That looks pretty, where you get it?”

He gave her a sharp glance, weighing how much he should reveal. Ahh come off it you’re a long way from Voldar lad, and it’s not like you killed someone. Really you didn’t  even steal anything. Not for lack of tryin‘ though. He shook his head and smiled at her. “It was my mothers. The only thing I have, need really, from home. Never knew her but I like to think she uses it to watch over me. Dunno why I think that not as if I have many accomplishments.”With a grin he continues.” Least none I want her watchin’.”

He stopped and studied the amulet smiling again ruefully, this time at himself. “Strange thing to hold on to perhaps. I wonder if things would have been different if she had lived.”He shakes his head again “Bah, you got me talkin’ ’nonsense now. Not a bit of it makes a difference, all the wonderin’ wont change what is, not sure I’d change it if I could.” “Looking back up he continues in a more lighthearted tone.[/color=black] Just a little piece of what might have been, nothing fancy. Not even very valuable.”[/color]
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« Reply #103 on: June 27, 2009, 06:07:48 AM »

Listening to Fidget talk of his amulet and the link to his mother she realised that they were a lot of similarities between them So many things are the same, he could almost be your brother, if you weren't an only child. Could I let him in? Just for once it would be nice to talk to someone who understands, but what then? Would talking about it undo the wrongs or bring them back?

Still she felt she should reciprocate the way that Fidget had let her into that tiny piece of his life. What could go wrong? He's not that relative who made you call him uncle. On the other hand, he's not Ainian. The pros and cons fought their battle inside her head, seeming to take an eternity to figure out the best course. But within seconds she realised where the right choice lay.

She took her own pendant from inside her shirt, curled tight in her fist. She opened it and noticed that today it had an opalescent sheen to it and almost seemed to glow. She took this as a good omen and so continued to show it to Fidget. A deep sigh escaped her lips before she said anything. "My Father gave this to me. Before he.....Before he went. Not able to continue with the story, she just looked at Fidget, tears threatening to spill over onto her cheeks. Without looking away and fighting to control her emotions she placed the pendent back inside her shirt.

She forced a smile onto her face, I've asked people what stone this is, but no one seems to know. Wishing she did have the power to change her history she finally glanced away.
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« Reply #104 on: June 27, 2009, 09:06:48 AM »

Pline rolled his sleaves up after finishing the song and tried to catch the eye of someone who might be able to give him a glass of something cool. Failing that, Plne decided he might as well give his fingers and voice a moment's rest before trying to play a little bit more. Putting his mandolin's strap over one arm, his pack's over Pline quickly grabbed his stick and wandered over to the young fellow who appeared to be having some trouble walking.
"If you fall over from an injury, you'll have no chance to fall over from anything else, lad." Pline handed him the stick, chuckling a little. It'd do better than having him walking around on that.
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