Paevira will address the gnome and purchase a ticket for the Narwal experience. “ that sounds like a lovely idea. I have never seen a real live see unicorn before, only in picture books and skeletons on display.”
After a long journey on roads that are not well cared for and a day of heavy rain, you enter the small fishing village of Rentarn. You are tired and hungry but you have the night to rest and recuperate. Although most of the buildings seem to be residences or processing plants for crabs and fish, as you approach the docks, you see the lit sign outside an establishment. A painted picture of a typical one-masted boat, and clearly the type of place you are looking for.
The Rudderless Galley is a small old tavern that has certainly had better times. It smells of fish, and the salt of the sea. The stale sweat of workers who have not bathed in weeks lingers, but…its warm and dry. The weather-worn furniture shows signs of heavy use and the scars of various brawls. A thin human female perhaps in her 50s with long black hair with streaks of gray, an oval weathered face, and rough sunburned skin is cleaning tankards behind the bar while chatting with a strange-looking dwarf man in the tavern's livery sitting on a barstool. A large stained apron tied in the back on his front side. He is a dwarf, but his arms and legs seem unusually long. He is hairy like a dwarf, but in all the wrong places. He is barefoot and has huge feet. And…he is…well, ugly, with a bulbous nose and sharp teeth. The sounds of cooking and the strong smell of hot creamy clam chowder come from the kitchen. At this time of night there are few guests, the fisherman exhausted from their 12-15 hour days, which typically begin at 4 in the morning. But it's not completely empty with some customers sitting quietly in various corners. It is quite clear who are guests, and who live and work in the town. The majority of the locals, particularly the fisherman, seem very unfriendly, making no eye contact and basically giving off the impression they want nothing to do with you. Still, there are some interesting sorts about. You are wet, tired, and hungry and have a rather busy day tomorrow.
Between you and the bartender is a small collection of wooden tables, to the right is a hearth with a dim bed of coals, and to the left is a steep staircase. The woman looks at you and smiles, "Welcome friend to the Rudderless Galley. Please, find a place to rest your weary feet. Heres a menu for ya."
The lanky dwarf gets up clearly looking somewhat disappointed that he has to do more cooking so late in the evening, and heads to the kitchen.
(OOC:, Yup, standard bar scene: You can already be in the bar or enter. Please feel free to describe your PC to the group and start interacting. Let us begin)
Amdaeng was wrapped in an oiled fisherman's coat with the hood pulled over her head she was mostly indistinguishable from the local humans though she was drinking wine rather than ale and the scarring and calluses on her hands were in all the wrong places for a line fisher or net fisher.
A bulky looking figure stepped into the Rudderless Galley. At first glance he seemed broad of shoulder with skin aglow and polished armour that glistened with the reflection of the tavern's lights. At second glance he seemed a bit more lanky. The broad shoulders were a result of the armour he wore that, despite being a good fit, seemed too heavy for someone his frame. The polished armour was in actuality damp with frost already starting to melt and his skin only seemed like it glowed because his black hair and pale face were as wet as the melting snow. Green eyes darted around the room before settling on an empty table close to the fire. His name was IĂłlinder. He was wet, cold, hungry and exhausted after a whirlwind journey of ten days crammed into eight.
He stomped his boots to get the remainder of the sludge off and get his feet working. The warmth of the tavern was a most welcome change and he was much looking forward to a warm meal and a warm bed. His backpack, heavy with both gear and rain, he dropped next to a table before taking a seat. IĂłlinder had barely a moment to relax when an older woman came up to him. She welcomed him to the tavern and handed him a menu.
'Chopped Onions and an Earthy Peach Ale, please.'IĂłlinder said after scanning the menu for a moment. With how everything around here smelled like fish, he was not in the mood to get some more of it on his plate.
She took in the armoured form, unusually heavy kit for the area, and he didn't seem to be a local by any means.
The proprietor looks at the wet man, as his gear drips on her floor but says nothing. "Right then, I'd also recommend our Clam Chowdah, it's made fresh daily from the clams we catch in the bay. On the house when you get a meal and drink." She smiles at IĂłlinder, her mouth revealing missing teeth, then yells back to the kitchen, "Hey Yursor....one Onion and a Chowdah." From the kitchen, you hear an almost chalky deep guttural voice: "Yeah, yeah....he doesn't want de Tuna. How come no one eats my Tuna Elaina. It ain't that bad?"
She grinned at the exchange and pushed her hood back slightly letting long black hair show from beneath the oilskin....
The young elf sits alone, he seems to have purposely positioned himself at a table where everyone entering the tavern can see him and he can see anyone walking in. His dark grey skin seems even darker in contrast with the frosted tips of where his black hair fades to white. A weathered grey-black scarf hangs over the back of his chair where he'd hung it tor dry. Along with the scarf, a light pack also hangs from his chair, though he's positioned it to an easily accessible location. The rest of his attire looks just as worn, and just as dark. His cloths hang somewhat loosely over his lean, but toned body. Based on his build, if he were to stand he'd be a good deal taller than most other elves. He has a roguish look to him, and his constant scanning of the room with his deep red eyes, suggests that he's prepared for confrontation.
He's been in the tavern for nearly an hour now. When he'd first arrived, he'd told himself that he wasn't hungry. Initially, the smell of salt and fish wasn't all that appealing to him. However, hunger came for him swiftly after he'd dried off and had finished observing the locals, and now he's spent a good 20 mins staring at the menu. He's not sure how he feels about that lanky dwarf, the guy looks like he may be part orc or something. Though he's given him no reason to dislike him so he won't judge him to hard.
He sighs, trying to figure out what the best option would be. As he continues to stare at the menu he holds a small purse in his left hand, bouncing it lightly. He still feels a bit conflicted about accepting this 10 silver as well as that other gift. Though he knows Natalie would probably have objected if he'd tried to turn it down, and with her likeness to Nera she'd scold him if he decided saving it was better than staving his hunger. Grumbling to himself, he lifts his head to look for the black haired woman, she'd come over to him a several times now asking if he'd been ready to order. Of course now that he actually is she's somewhere else.
It doesn't take long for him to notice her, though he mentally kicks himself when he realizes he'd missed when this new visitor entered. He quickly scans over the man's armor, and notes his pointed ears. He scowls. Great, another elf. Over his years every time he'd come into contact with one there'd been trouble. That kind of trouble ranged from his being attacked, to he himself loosing his temper over snide comments. He sighs again, he's to tired to deal with anything like that right now. Though he blinks when the dwarf yells something about his Tuna not being that bad. That tuna was actually what he'd been intending to order as it was the cheapest thing aside from muscles that had actual meat. Taking this opportunity, waves at the woman, "Hey! I've decided I'll order that Fried Tuna with some grape ale." He glances again at the newcomer before looking back at the woman.
Amdaeng watched the.....she was unsure. Dark Elf? Black Elf? Those who had betrayed......someone? She really should have paid more attention in History Class....her nose wrinkled slightly as he ordered the grape ale....not a favourite of hers. So that's four elves here...and strangers to each other as well....at least it seemed so...and from three different branches of the Elven people who didn't get along overly well from what she recalled....
A moment after the ugly dwarf mentions the tuna, a young. Red headed elf woman speaks up. “ I will try the Pan Seared yellowfin good Sir, it sounds wonderful. Also I will take another glass of this black dragon wine to go with it” she waves down the serving girl.
She has clearly been in here for a bit, but no one seemed to have really noticed her. Her clothing is simple, yet surprisingly clean for this town, with not a speck of grime on it. It is obvious she did not take a hard road here. Her long red hair is tied back into a neat braid which drapes down over her green, sleeveless leather tunic, under which she is wearing a ruby red, long sleeved linen shirt. She seems in a pleasant mood as she attempts to mingle and meet people, most of which seem uninterested in conversation. That doesn’t keep her from trying. Seeing the wet elf who just entered, she sort of inches her way in his direction, always curious of fellow travelers stories…
Noting the redheads prim appearance Amdaeng had been impressed.....she had concluded that nothing passed through here without collecting a patina of salt spray and a certain pescatorial aroma.....but this Elf woman had managed it somehow.
The dark elf's red eyes shoot over to that Red headed elf woman right when she speaks up at nearly the same time he had to order nearly the exact same thing. He had noticed her earlier, she'd been here almost as long as he had, however he'd pretended not to notice her. He didn't intend to initiate conversation or confrontation when he'd first entered, he is quite exhausted, and is now quite hungry. His eyes change targets when yet another elf...is that...another dark elf? Or maybe one of those black elves? He scowls when the stranger looks at him. Part of him wants to stalk over there and ask him what his business is, but his better judgment keeps him in his chair. How many elves are even in this place? He scoffs closing his eyes for a moment and leaning back in his chair. So long as his order doesn't take longer he'll just ignore them for now.
"Hey Yursor! (who actually has more Troll/Dwarf characteristics than Orc), "I finally got you a Tuna!. Yep, and of course, we also include our Clam Chowda. I likes it with the stale gold fish crackers. Delish! I'll grab you the ale." You've seen other plates of food come and go, but no one has ordered the Tuna. "Finally!" When the order comes, it is huge and looks delicious. Maybe Yursor was being generous. When you're hungry, almost anything tastes great.!
She pushed the remains of her mussels around her plate.....it may not have been the best choice in reflection......
To the redhead, "Yes, of course.....my dear!", Elaina says, winking at her, then noting yet another Elvin tourist. "My my, so many elves this Eve. Are you all here for the salmon bake or the Narwhale hunt?"
Amdaengs eyebrow crooked...yes....why were they all here?
Paevira loosely notes the number of elven folk here tonight. Is there a festival she had forgotten about? She wonders what affect this might have on the local workers and fisher people…they seem to be a bit on the grumpy side
Two obvious fishermen sit alone at a table, watching the group. "Hey Bertie, I told ya none of em elves would order the widow maker." The other laughs, "Yep, doz of less constitution tend to go for the fruity mixes, don't have the stomach for it." They both laugh, and order another round, almost looking at all of the newcomers with disdain. You can tell they don't really care for tourists. The food is surprisingly good, but the locals are for the most part very off-putting. Now that your hunger is better and you've had a few drinks, maybe its time to meet the others you have something in common with before turning up for the night.
When his food finally finds his table, he momentarily forgets about everything around him. It's been AGES since he's seen this much food all at once. He starts wolfing it down immediately. However, he stiffens when he hears the two fishermen, then slowly turns to look at them. He has half a mind to order that liquor now, but the thought of spending coin on something that will most likely end up giving him a hangover doesn't sit well with him. He's just glad he didn't order the Bad Elf whatever, if he had and those bastards made some comment about that, he'd probably have stalked over there to give them a piece of his mind. Instead, he turns back to his meal, hunching over it like a dog guarding it's food bowl. That Orc...Troll/Dwarf...whatever he is may be ugly, but he sure can cook.
As he eats, he frequently glances between the three other elves in the room. Though at the moment he doesn't try to interact with them, he has no reason to leave his meal at the moment.
Amdaengs lip curled in amusement.....good priorities there.....food over fists.....she grinned to herself as she heard the Worlds Fist extolling a similar sentiment in her memories.
Lev, painfully aware of the redhead inching over towards his side of the room, nearly asks what it is she wants. However he is distracted by Elaina asking what all the elves are here for. "I haven't a clue why there are so many elves here. Personally I was hoping to meet an old acquaintance while in town, then I'll likely be looking for work."He glances at the two fishermen as they make what they must think is a demeaning comment. He shakes his head as he turns back to his table, saying under his breath, "Abstinence does not mean inability." He sighs, muttering wearily, "Then again, those of less intelligence tend not to realize they'd be better off saving money instead of giving their future selves hangovers, it takes a brain to realize that."
After thanking Elaina for the food he asks, "I heard that Natalie Storm, the archeologist, may be in town around this time. Would you happen to have heard of her whereabouts?"
Amdaeng flipped back her hood fully at the mention of the person she was supposed to meet and openly looked at Lev, her wiry form still mostly hidden by the oilskin coat but her long black hair and features as well as her earrings and necklace and the daab sword now visible slung at her side marking her as someone likely from Chiang Mai or Kaypong.
Paevira will cautiously but optimistically approach Lolinder. Upon closer inspection of his clothing and features she realizes he is only half-elven, so not likely someone sent by her father to retrieve her.
” Hello there friend, mind if i join you for a bit for some company? The locals here are not very talkative and i do miss having a good conversation while i dine….”
She smiles warmly as she raises her plate and wine glass, eagerly awaiting an affirmative response.
Vydar nearly chokes on the remainder of his Clam Chowder. After taking a swig of his drink, he stands abruptly, his chair scraping loudly across the tavern floor. Pausing only to swipe his belongings off the back of his chair as if he's expecting someone to steal them when he's not looking, He stalks over to Lev, ignoring Elaina. Placing both hands on the table, leans down and fixes the older elf with his red eyes. "What do you want with Natalie." He says, almost threateningly.
Amdaeng stands slowly....Are they all here to meet with Natalie? They didn't look much like mountain climbers to her......but then she'd never climbed a mountain before- herself......
Paevira hears the name Natalie Storm and her smile grows. She wonders if these other two are going to fight…maybe a love triangle? How delicious..it seems she will have some company tomorrow after all.
Lev gives Vydar a flat look, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. Part of him wonders why this dark elf is being threatening, though another part of him chalks it up to the guy being well, a dark elf. Still, judging by his reaction and the fact that he seems to be on a first name basis with Natalie, this drow knows the archeologist. "I met her years ago. I was hoping she'd be able to... help me out."His voice hasn't changed much since he came in, keeping to that tired and rather somber tone. He doesn't seem particularly worried about Vydar's threatening approach, seems he's dealt with a lot of this kind of thing and has just gotten tired of it.
There’s a loud bang in the kitchen and then some sort of swearing in a language you do not recognize but....some sort of Troll dialect. Then in common, "I'm good, don't worry bout good ol Yursor Morningfall. Just another finger....I gots more of em. Only need one hand for Deathtrap Dungeon anyway!"
"Oh stop being such a baby, you walked in here with 8 fingers the black haired lady yells back, shaking her head, and looking to any who will give her sympathy. "Hired help these days, it aint what it used to be." she mumbles to herself.
Some of the locals have left, probably having to wake very early for the fishing and crabbing boats. A difficult but lucrative three months. Still some visitors mill about.
A small gnomish woman walks in, "Hey you all, if yourrr lookin for some fun tomorrah, I've got some discount tickets for the Narwhale experience. Also, got two tics for salmon fishin at the river, and if he shows up on time, Yursor's cooking class. He's making Black Squid Stew tomorrow I believe." She holds out a clip board, "Signing up in advance will get you a 10% discount over purchasing at the event. Anyway, I'll be over buy the warm fire here." She orders a drink and sits by the fire. A few men go over and sign up for fishing.
Amdaengs eyes flicked to the kitchen as The Trial of Champions in her home city was mentioned, a momentary look of concern flashed over her face as she considered the cooks chances of emerging alive from that arena.......it was a fools errand to compete......she herself was not remotely ready to consider it.....
Elaina looks at Lev and shrugs. “That crazy bearded lady that’s always talkin bout hidden mines, treasure, and gods leaving their magic and gold all over the place. Her followers call her professor storm or something. Well, she’s good for business, as her ranting of finding gold in the rivers from battles, lost dragon hoards, and her chasing myths and stories draws others hoping to find something. I haven’t seen here yet this year though. She’s probably lookin for Yeti or a magic silver cup or some such.” She smiles, “I always liked her donkey more than her.. He tried to bite off Yursors finger when he fed her a carrot or some such. Geez, old Freda Fearnwood, bless her soul, even made a business of sellin those ridiculous hats, whips, campin and wilderness gear off her stories.”
Amdaeng moved over and slightly off to the side from the slowly gathering elves, giving a slight bow with her forearms pressed together, " Pleased to meet you all, I am Amdaeng Muean. Are we all here to meet Natalie? I am supposed to see her about a mountain."
A older man in the back shakes his head as some of the group realize they have something in common. “Great…We’ve got more Storm followers here. Doesn’t anyone work anymore for a livin? Always looking for fools gold. Damn myth chasers.” He shakes his head again at the dreamers, tilts his hat at them, and heads out.
Vydar holds Lev's gaze for a moment. This guy knew Natalie? Such a coincidence, coincidences make him uncomfortable. He opens his mouth to respond only to cringe at the loud bang followed by swearing from the kitchen. He turns back to Lev, intending to say what he was about to say and ignore the gnomish woman who just entered. However, Elaina cuts him off this time.
After she speaks her opinion of the dwarvish woman, he stops leaning on the table to tower over her. How could she say such thing?! Wait, Natalie is this well known? His obvious shock keeps him from noticing the black-haired woman looking over at Lev.
"She's not crazy, she's just kind old woman. And Charlie is a perfectly civil donkey." He says without thinking. He'd never had any issues with the animal when helping care for it. We would have said more, if the black-haired human hadn't come over. Her voice catches him off guard. She knows Natalie too?!
"No, I'm not here to meet Natalie. I'm here to find work since no one wants to hire me elsewhere. Natalie was just kind enough to let me catch a ride with her in return for helping her out and tending her donkey."He snaps, then realizes he didn't actually want to reveal all that information. Crossing his arms, he glances between the other elf and Amdaeng? Was it? Whatever. Based on the amount of people in this place who know of Natalie Storm, he supposes his meeting her wasn't much of a coincidence.
He glances over at the older man who heads out. Great, that was probably the guy he should have spoken with about the docks, and now he's been grouped in with this lot. Though the more he thinks about it, the less he wants to work around fish all day. Hoisting nets and boxes and whatever can't be much different then hiking up a mountain. Actually it's probably worse for someone of his stature. The only benefit he sees is guaranteed pay so long as he doesn't die on the job. If all these people are looking for Natalie....(He glances at Amdaeng's scarred and callused hands, the mark of a fist-fighter)....People who he absolutely does not trust...well maybe he'll have to just meet Natalie where she'd said she'd be tomorrow.
He's vaguely aware of the red-head buying a ticket from the gnome. That narwhal thing is supposed to be tomorrow as well, so she can't be meeting Natalie can she? Good, maybe he won't have to deal with yet another elf for long...Though she certainly seems nicer than this grey-skinned fellow in front of him.
“Fantastic, tha’ll be 5 coppers. Captain Witherspoon will love to have ya.” The gnome smiles at the red head.
Paevira hands over the 5cp while subtly listening to the chatter about Mrs storm. Amazing how much information people share without realizing once their blood gets a rise. The matron’s training sure is bearing fruit this evening. She is finding hard to contain her excitement in this awkward social setting and is really having a great time. Besides, the food is fantastic. The newly entered human woman seems lovely, and she actually introduced herself.
to Amdaeng she says, “ hello there lovely lady, my name Paevira and I am very pleased to make your acquaintance. I do not know of this Natalie Storm, but it seems she is a center of some interest.”
Paevira will cautiously but optimistically approach Lolinder. Upon closer inspection of his clothing and features she realizes he is only half-elven, so not likely someone sent by her father to retrieve her.
” Hello there friend, mind if i join you for a bit for some company? The locals here are not very talkative and i do miss having a good conversation while i dine….”
She smiles warmly as she raises her plate and wine glass, eagerly awaiting an affirmative response.
IĂłlinder looked up from the table. After he had given his order, he had taken to mulling over the journey he had just finished and neglected to observe who else was in the tavern. A mistake on his part, one he normally would not do, but the fatigue had hit hard after he sat down.
His eyes rose up to see a lady with red hair. Her ears were like his but longer and pointier, signalling she was an elf. The red hair was an unusual shade for an elf, which piqued IĂłlinder's interest. Her clothes were simple and clear but not for braving the cold weather. Perhaps she was a local, IĂłlinder thought yet there was something familiar about her. At the very least she presented a friendly face and some conversation would be a welcome change after a hurried journey.
'Please, sit.' IĂłlinder said to the kind stranger. 'Dinner always tastes better with company.'
He made smalltalk with the red haired lady. Other than her name being Paevira they did not talk about anything significant. That all changed when two grey skinned elves got a bit loud one table over. The name Natalie Storm was mentioned which drew IĂłlinder's attention and, curiously, also his dinner companion's.
'Excuse me for a moment.' IĂłlinder said to Paevira, only to see that she had wandered off to buy a ticket from a gnome shouting about unicorns or something. If he thought that to be curious, he filed that away for later. He approached the elves.
'Are you talking about Natalie Storm?' He asked the two elves and the one human who had joined them about three seconds before IĂłlinder. 'Professor Natalie Storm, the famed explorer and archeologist? You happen to know where I could find her?'
Paevira rejoined them at this moment. A sight IĂłlinder welcomed for compared to the two grey skinned elves she was downright pleasant. And there was that sense of familiarity. The human could go either way but at least she was polite enough to introduce herself.
Lev raises an eyebrow at the mention of Deathtrap Dungeon, but doesn't pay too much attention to it as Elaina shares what she knows about Natalie. He nods briefly, "I see. She is an interesting woman, I'll give you that. But at least she is kind too." He looks to Vydar, who was quick to jump to Natalie's defense, "So you you know where she is? I'm not a Storm Follower, but I would like to meet her again if possible."
There was a time when he would have been more interested in having some fun, but right now he doesn't feel like parting with the money. He needs to find work, so even if he wanted to see what this narwhal or salmon fishing he would have to put it off. The cooking class could be useful, but also isn't a necessity. Right now he needs to keep his priorities in line, otherwise he could end up in the gutter and his goals would go down the drain.
It seems he's suddenly become the center of attention, what with Vydar coming over and now this human lady. Looks like the redhead and the half elf are also looking in his direction since that's where all the talk is coming from. Sighing he looks to Andaeng, standing up to face her, eyeing her with that same weary look. At least she's human, if he's got to be stuck with one of these travelers he'd rather be stuck with the one that doesn't have pointed ears, "You too then. Hmph..." He wasn't expecting so many people to be looking for Natalie, but then again she is quite famous. Perhaps he should have considered that before looking for her. Unfortunately he doesn't have much of a choice in his current situation, he needs someone he can trust and she's the only friendly face he remembers from his past, "I suppose if this dark elf is willing to tell us where Natalie went we can head there together..."He trails off as Paevira comes over to introduce herself. It should come as no surprise that a black elf isn't too keen on interacting with other elves. Though in his case, rather than clinging to the general dislike of elves, he seems to simply have grown used to other elves disliking him.
Then the older fellow remarks on having more storm followers, and Lev watches him go with a slight sinking feeling. Hopefully he didn't just ruin his chances at an honest job, but then again, if Natalie is hiring then so long as he can make a living he'd rather work with someone he can trust. Of course now it seems the half elf is also interested in finding Natalie. Great, maybe he shouldn't have said anything. At this rate all of these elves are going to follow him to Natalie. Oh well, so long as they don't push him over the edge he doesn't really care. He'll only be racist if they are.
After a moment of silence he says in a rather grumpy tone, "I'm Lev. I guess we'll be traveling together."
Vydar freezes momentarily when the two other elves proceed to gather around him and Lev. Guess he'd thought too soon about avoiding these other elves. Though once he gets a better look at Iolinder, he realizes the man is actually a half-elf. Thinking about it, the man somewhat reminds him of someone he used to know. He seems civil enough, much better than this black elf.
He does know where Natalie is, but does he really want to tell all these people? Natalie did mention she would be meeting someone....could these be the people? Well, not counting the red head, who seems to be just as in the dark about this Storm Follower business as he is.
His jaw tightens when Lev bluntly labels him as 'this dark elf'. Of course he would. Everyone does. Whatever. He's used to it. Exhaling through his clenched teeth, he speaks up. "I don't know where she is at the moment, but I do know where she will be tomorrow. She had mentioned she would be meeting someone...would that someone be you? Or maybe you and you?"He speaks directly to Iolinder, pointedly not looking at Lev. Then turns his unusual red gaze on Amdaeng, gesturing to both the half-elf and then the human. From what he could tell, Lev is not one of the people who had a planned meeting with Natalie, he just knows her from somewhere else. So, he doesn't feel particularly inclined to tell him everything.
Although many patrons are leaving, you hear loud talking outside the bar.
Two men stagger in holding eachother arm in arm. One is a middle-aged, bearded man wearing a brown fish gut stained tunic used in processing plants, the younger one wears a stained shirt and pants, the sleeves filthy. Both men are giggling like children, clearly completely drunk. They seem oblivious to everything, swaying and hiccuping as they move to a table and of course, order more drinks, Widowmakers.
Paevira Only
Dock workers
(On passive perception check, these guys are not fisherman, some other trade. Others of their type have not been here. Maybe they just got off their shift. A new round of customers perhaps as the night goes on. )
Paevira, seeing the drunks entering will move to a position outside of their direct line of sight while not appearing as if that is what she is doing. She will ask Vydar,
“ so what type of work do you prefer to do? Is animal husbandry your profession?” She alludes to his having taken care of the donkey for Mrs Storm.
His jaw tightens when Lev bluntly labels him as 'this dark elf'. Of course he would. Everyone does. Whatever. He's used to it. Exhaling through his clenched teeth, he speaks up. "I don't know where she is at the moment, but I do know where she will be tomorrow. She had mentioned she would be meeting someone...would that someone be you? Or maybe you and you?"He speaks directly to Iolinder, pointedly not looking at Lev. Then turns his unusual red gaze on Amdaeng, gesturing to both the half-elf and then the human. From what he could tell, Lev is not one of the people who had a planned meeting with Natalie, he just knows her from somewhere else. So, he doesn't feel particularly inclined to tell him everything.
'I have no appointment with Professor Storm nor would she be expecting me.' IĂłlinder replied. 'I was told Professor Storm is seeking aid for a new expedition and I am here solely out of personal and academic interest.'
He gave the dark elf a smile. 'Where she will be tomorrow is fine. I just finished a long journey and could use a night's reprive.'
After a moment of silence he says in a rather grumpy tone, "I'm Lev. I guess we'll be traveling together."
'IĂłlinder Corrach.' said IĂłlinder accompanied with a slight bow. 'I look forward to travelling with you. Always better in group: safety in numbers and all that.'
“But the man seemed so genuine, he had an honest face, I wanted to believe him, and….it was not expensive and..”
“How much”
“Only 4 copper pieces.”
“Let me see it.” The older man studies the map for a moment. “Its a map of our dock you idiot, the guy drew it today, the ink is practically still wet."
“Nah Barchard, you're wrong. He needed the money anyway, thats why I bought it. He told a good tale about some iron chest filled with golden amulets. Some sort of stolen pirate treasure. He said the boat has some navigation tools and are set to work on my map here, giving directions to the island.. Something about stars and all, but he lost em when his boat sank just in the doc. He doesn’t have a way to get to the boat. And I guess, he was in a hurry to get to Port Blacksand anyway. Somethin about not wanten to let the captain VerAss or Zurass or something find out what he dod, on accountin stealing the map and all.” He finished his whiskey. “So, tomorrow, I’m gonna go for a swim and find his ship and find that island where the hidden pirate treasure is.”
“Your an idiot, the guy came by land.” “You don’t know that.”
“I said forget about it Jarond. Now come on, get up, we’re going to bed. We have work tomorrow sand the boat ain’t waiting for you."
The older man takes the fake map, crumbles it up into a ball, and tosses it over his shoulder.
“Well, I’m still gonna look for it tomorrow. You’ll see.”
When the men stagger out Paevira will scoop up the crumpled paper and say, “ fools and their money are quickly parted…And no manners, littering on the floor. I have a feeling their heads are going to remind them about over drinking on a school night.” She gives a soft chuckle as she carefully uncrumples the paper and folds it neatly.
With a smile She addresses the others and says, “ anyone want to go on a treasure hunt? Apparently a grand pirate treasure awaits, just off the docks. I wonder if there is a Narwal guarding it…
Lev hardly spares the drunkards a glance, instead choosing to focus on the situation at hand. Clearly this dark elf doesn't like him, whether due to their rather undesirable introduction or simple dark elf racism he doesn't know. Doesn't really care either, so long as he gets the information he needs.
So Natalie is meeting someone here? Well from the sound of it if its one of these travelers its probably this human woman since the half elf says he doesn't have an appointment. He raises an eyebrow when Iolinder says he's looking forward to traveling together... that's a rare comment. No one ever looks forward to traveling with him a Black Elf. All Lev has to say in response to that is, "Numbers, yes." As his eyes move across the group. If all of them end up looking for Natalie... He lets out a long breath.
His thoughts are interrupted by the two drunks as they start talking about some treasure map nonsense. His expression grows more and more disgruntled as the two go back and forth for a while. The idiots can't even keep their voices down. "Another pair with more liquor than brains inside of them," he says as the two stagger out.
When Paevira asks if anyone wants to go treasure hunting Lev hesitates for a moment. Once again, there was a time when he would have been more interested in that sort of thing. Back when he wasn't alone. Now... he shakes his head, "I just want to find Natalie. Then a job." He crosses his arms, "Besides, even if any of that fool's words had merit, that just means there's some navigation tools sitting out there in the water. And who knows where that map will actually lead you." He runs a hand through his still-damp hair. Swimming in this weather doesn't sound all that appealing anyways.
Turning back to Vydar he says, "Now, are you going to tell us where Natalie is or are you going to hoard information?"
Paevira will laugh a little and say, “ you mean half frozen water isn’t beach temperature? Alright then, i will just keep this souvenir of my visit to Rentarn. Well gentlemen and gentle lady, perhaps i will see on the morrow, maybe sailing to see Narwals.”
she give a slight curtsy as she puts the map inside her tunic. She pays her tab and compliments the chef for the wonderful tuna and chowder and grabs her wool cloak off the hooks near the door. She gives a last look at the strange group and departs into the night.
Unless someone else join or stops her Paevira, the friendly but mysterious red head heads out, map in hand. No doubt based on her clean clothing she has already secured lodging for the night at a nicer establishment.
Vydar spares the two drunks a glance, trying to judge if they'd be the type to start a bar fight. Though he quickly dismisses that idea. Then he blinks when the red head subtly slides around him, putting him between her and the two drunks. He frowns, "I'm no stable hand. I just do what I can, when I can to get paid or repay a debt." He mutters his response to her question. Her sudden initiation of small talk puts him on edge. Especially with how close she is to him. This seems like the tactic's of a pick-pocket. With that thought in mind, he doesn't take is eyes off her until she's an arms-length away.
Turning his attention back to Iolinder, he crossing his arms once again. It could be a cover for darker intent, but this guy does seem genuine.
Before he can respond, once again he's distracted when the two men start speaking loudly. He watches as Paevira walks over and picks up the crumpled map. The likelihood of it actually leading to something is slim, but that younger man had quite the story. A story that could be easily back checked. If a ship really did sink just in the dock, someone has to know about it. Not to mention a sunken ship so close to the dock would be ahazard to other ships in need of docking. "Hmm, I for one am not diving into the ocean without hard facts that there really is a ship down there."
Then Lev speaks up again, and the Black elf's voice seems to rake across the back of Vydar's mind like fingernails on rough rocks. No, he's not going to tell these people exactly where Natalie is. That would risk them leaving him behind to find her themselves. Best to make sure they need him...
Once again he looks to Iolinder, "It looks like everyone here is tired, and could use a good night's rest. I'll take you and whoever else to the meeting place tomorrow morning." Then he turns and glares down at Lev, "If you have a problem with that, look elsewhere for guidance....And my name is Vydar." He bluntly states his name. Now's to see if this guy actually uses it rather than referring to him as him other things.
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Paevira will address the gnome and purchase a ticket for the Narwal experience. “ that sounds like a lovely idea. I have never seen a real live see unicorn before, only in picture books and skeletons on display.”
Amdaeng was wrapped in an oiled fisherman's coat with the hood pulled over her head she was mostly indistinguishable from the local humans though she was drinking wine rather than ale and the scarring and calluses on her hands were in all the wrong places for a line fisher or net fisher.
She took in the armoured form, unusually heavy kit for the area, and he didn't seem to be a local by any means.
She grinned at the exchange and pushed her hood back slightly letting long black hair show from beneath the oilskin....
Amdaeng watched the.....she was unsure. Dark Elf? Black Elf? Those who had betrayed......someone? She really should have paid more attention in History Class....her nose wrinkled slightly as he ordered the grape ale....not a favourite of hers. So that's four elves here...and strangers to each other as well....at least it seemed so...and from three different branches of the Elven people who didn't get along overly well from what she recalled....
Noting the redheads prim appearance Amdaeng had been impressed.....she had concluded that nothing passed through here without collecting a patina of salt spray and a certain pescatorial aroma.....but this Elf woman had managed it somehow.
He looks......fiesty........
She pushed the remains of her mussels around her plate.....it may not have been the best choice in reflection......
Amdaengs eyebrow crooked...yes....why were they all here?
Amdaengs lip curled in amusement.....good priorities there.....food over fists.....she grinned to herself as she heard the Worlds Fist extolling a similar sentiment in her memories.
Amdaeng flipped back her hood fully at the mention of the person she was supposed to meet and openly looked at Lev, her wiry form still mostly hidden by the oilskin coat but her long black hair and features as well as her earrings and necklace and the daab sword now visible slung at her side marking her as someone likely from Chiang Mai or Kaypong.
Amdaeng stands slowly....Are they all here to meet with Natalie? They didn't look much like mountain climbers to her......but then she'd never climbed a mountain before- herself......
Amdaengs eyes flicked to the kitchen as The Trial of Champions in her home city was mentioned, a momentary look of concern flashed over her face as she considered the cooks chances of emerging alive from that arena.......it was a fools errand to compete......she herself was not remotely ready to consider it.....
Amdaeng moved over and slightly off to the side from the slowly gathering elves, giving a slight bow with her forearms pressed together, " Pleased to meet you all, I am Amdaeng Muean. Are we all here to meet Natalie? I am supposed to see her about a mountain."
“Fantastic, tha’ll be 5 coppers. Captain Witherspoon will love to have ya.” The gnome smiles at the red head.
A older man in the back shakes his head as some of the group realize they have something in common. “Great…We’ve got more Storm followers here. Doesn’t anyone work anymore for a livin? Always looking for fools gold. Damn myth chasers.” He shakes his head again at the dreamers, tilts his hat at them, and heads out.
Vydar holds Lev's gaze for a moment. This guy knew Natalie? Such a coincidence, coincidences make him uncomfortable. He opens his mouth to respond only to cringe at the loud bang followed by swearing from the kitchen. He turns back to Lev, intending to say what he was about to say and ignore the gnomish woman who just entered. However, Elaina cuts him off this time.
After she speaks her opinion of the dwarvish woman, he stops leaning on the table to tower over her. How could she say such thing?! Wait, Natalie is this well known? His obvious shock keeps him from noticing the black-haired woman looking over at Lev.
"She's not crazy, she's just kind old woman. And Charlie is a perfectly civil donkey." He says without thinking. He'd never had any issues with the animal when helping care for it. We would have said more, if the black-haired human hadn't come over. Her voice catches him off guard. She knows Natalie too?!
"No, I'm not here to meet Natalie. I'm here to find work since no one wants to hire me elsewhere. Natalie was just kind enough to let me catch a ride with her in return for helping her out and tending her donkey." He snaps, then realizes he didn't actually want to reveal all that information. Crossing his arms, he glances between the other elf and Amdaeng? Was it? Whatever. Based on the amount of people in this place who know of Natalie Storm, he supposes his meeting her wasn't much of a coincidence.
He glances over at the older man who heads out. Great, that was probably the guy he should have spoken with about the docks, and now he's been grouped in with this lot. Though the more he thinks about it, the less he wants to work around fish all day. Hoisting nets and boxes and whatever can't be much different then hiking up a mountain. Actually it's probably worse for someone of his stature. The only benefit he sees is guaranteed pay so long as he doesn't die on the job. If all these people are looking for Natalie....(He glances at Amdaeng's scarred and callused hands, the mark of a fist-fighter)....People who he absolutely does not trust...well maybe he'll have to just meet Natalie where she'd said she'd be tomorrow.
He's vaguely aware of the red-head buying a ticket from the gnome. That narwhal thing is supposed to be tomorrow as well, so she can't be meeting Natalie can she? Good, maybe he won't have to deal with yet another elf for long...Though she certainly seems nicer than this grey-skinned fellow in front of him.
Paevira hands over the 5cp while subtly listening to the chatter about Mrs storm. Amazing how much information people share without realizing once their blood gets a rise. The matron’s training sure is bearing fruit this evening. She is finding hard to contain her excitement in this awkward social setting and is really having a great time. Besides, the food is fantastic. The newly entered human woman seems lovely, and she actually introduced herself.
to Amdaeng she says, “ hello there lovely lady, my name Paevira and I am very pleased to make your acquaintance. I do not know of this Natalie Storm, but it seems she is a center of some interest.”
IĂłlinder looked up from the table. After he had given his order, he had taken to mulling over the journey he had just finished and neglected to observe who else was in the tavern. A mistake on his part, one he normally would not do, but the fatigue had hit hard after he sat down.
His eyes rose up to see a lady with red hair. Her ears were like his but longer and pointier, signalling she was an elf. The red hair was an unusual shade for an elf, which piqued IĂłlinder's interest. Her clothes were simple and clear but not for braving the cold weather. Perhaps she was a local, IĂłlinder thought yet there was something familiar about her. At the very least she presented a friendly face and some conversation would be a welcome change after a hurried journey.
'Please, sit.' IĂłlinder said to the kind stranger. 'Dinner always tastes better with company.'
He made smalltalk with the red haired lady. Other than her name being Paevira they did not talk about anything significant. That all changed when two grey skinned elves got a bit loud one table over. The name Natalie Storm was mentioned which drew IĂłlinder's attention and, curiously, also his dinner companion's.
'Excuse me for a moment.' IĂłlinder said to Paevira, only to see that she had wandered off to buy a ticket from a gnome shouting about unicorns or something. If he thought that to be curious, he filed that away for later. He approached the elves.
'Are you talking about Natalie Storm?' He asked the two elves and the one human who had joined them about three seconds before IĂłlinder. 'Professor Natalie Storm, the famed explorer and archeologist? You happen to know where I could find her?'
Paevira rejoined them at this moment. A sight IĂłlinder welcomed for compared to the two grey skinned elves she was downright pleasant. And there was that sense of familiarity. The human could go either way but at least she was polite enough to introduce herself.
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Lev raises an eyebrow at the mention of Deathtrap Dungeon, but doesn't pay too much attention to it as Elaina shares what she knows about Natalie. He nods briefly, "I see. She is an interesting woman, I'll give you that. But at least she is kind too." He looks to Vydar, who was quick to jump to Natalie's defense, "So you you know where she is? I'm not a Storm Follower, but I would like to meet her again if possible."
There was a time when he would have been more interested in having some fun, but right now he doesn't feel like parting with the money. He needs to find work, so even if he wanted to see what this narwhal or salmon fishing he would have to put it off. The cooking class could be useful, but also isn't a necessity. Right now he needs to keep his priorities in line, otherwise he could end up in the gutter and his goals would go down the drain.
It seems he's suddenly become the center of attention, what with Vydar coming over and now this human lady. Looks like the redhead and the half elf are also looking in his direction since that's where all the talk is coming from. Sighing he looks to Andaeng, standing up to face her, eyeing her with that same weary look. At least she's human, if he's got to be stuck with one of these travelers he'd rather be stuck with the one that doesn't have pointed ears, "You too then. Hmph..." He wasn't expecting so many people to be looking for Natalie, but then again she is quite famous. Perhaps he should have considered that before looking for her. Unfortunately he doesn't have much of a choice in his current situation, he needs someone he can trust and she's the only friendly face he remembers from his past, "I suppose if this dark elf is willing to tell us where Natalie went we can head there together..." He trails off as Paevira comes over to introduce herself. It should come as no surprise that a black elf isn't too keen on interacting with other elves. Though in his case, rather than clinging to the general dislike of elves, he seems to simply have grown used to other elves disliking him.
Then the older fellow remarks on having more storm followers, and Lev watches him go with a slight sinking feeling. Hopefully he didn't just ruin his chances at an honest job, but then again, if Natalie is hiring then so long as he can make a living he'd rather work with someone he can trust. Of course now it seems the half elf is also interested in finding Natalie. Great, maybe he shouldn't have said anything. At this rate all of these elves are going to follow him to Natalie. Oh well, so long as they don't push him over the edge he doesn't really care. He'll only be racist if they are.
After a moment of silence he says in a rather grumpy tone, "I'm Lev. I guess we'll be traveling together."
Vydar freezes momentarily when the two other elves proceed to gather around him and Lev. Guess he'd thought too soon about avoiding these other elves. Though once he gets a better look at Iolinder, he realizes the man is actually a half-elf. Thinking about it, the man somewhat reminds him of someone he used to know. He seems civil enough, much better than this black elf.
He does know where Natalie is, but does he really want to tell all these people? Natalie did mention she would be meeting someone....could these be the people? Well, not counting the red head, who seems to be just as in the dark about this Storm Follower business as he is.
His jaw tightens when Lev bluntly labels him as 'this dark elf'. Of course he would. Everyone does. Whatever. He's used to it. Exhaling through his clenched teeth, he speaks up. "I don't know where she is at the moment, but I do know where she will be tomorrow. She had mentioned she would be meeting someone...would that someone be you? Or maybe you and you?" He speaks directly to Iolinder, pointedly not looking at Lev. Then turns his unusual red gaze on Amdaeng, gesturing to both the half-elf and then the human. From what he could tell, Lev is not one of the people who had a planned meeting with Natalie, he just knows her from somewhere else. So, he doesn't feel particularly inclined to tell him everything.
Although many patrons are leaving, you hear loud talking outside the bar.
Two men stagger in holding eachother arm in arm. One is a middle-aged, bearded man wearing a brown fish gut stained tunic used in processing plants, the younger one wears a stained shirt and pants, the sleeves filthy. Both men are giggling like children, clearly completely drunk. They seem oblivious to everything, swaying and hiccuping as they move to a table and of course, order more drinks, Widowmakers.
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Dock workers
(On passive perception check, these guys are not fisherman, some other trade. Others of their type have not been here. Maybe they just got off their shift. A new round of customers perhaps as the night goes on. )
Paevira, seeing the drunks entering will move to a position outside of their direct line of sight while not appearing as if that is what she is doing. She will ask Vydar,
“ so what type of work do you prefer to do? Is animal husbandry your profession?” She alludes to his having taken care of the donkey for Mrs Storm.
'I have no appointment with Professor Storm nor would she be expecting me.' IĂłlinder replied. 'I was told Professor Storm is seeking aid for a new expedition and I am here solely out of personal and academic interest.'
He gave the dark elf a smile. 'Where she will be tomorrow is fine. I just finished a long journey and could use a night's reprive.'
'IĂłlinder Corrach.' said IĂłlinder accompanied with a slight bow. 'I look forward to travelling with you. Always better in group: safety in numbers and all that.'
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“Hey….stop laughing at me.”
“Why” says the older one.
“Cause I’m gonna be rich!” He sputters.
“Shut up” the older man replies dismissively.
“I am, I am. I bought a treasure map!" He pulls an old piece of parchment out of his pocket, too drunk to notice that he is holding it upside down.
“Jarond, you wasted your money again! How many times have I told you, there are folks that take advantage of us.”
“But the man seemed so genuine, he had an honest face, I wanted to believe him, and….it was not expensive and..”
“How much”
“Only 4 copper pieces.”
“Let me see it.” The older man studies the map for a moment. “Its a map of our dock you idiot, the guy drew it today, the ink is practically still wet."
“Nah Barchard, you're wrong. He needed the money anyway, thats why I bought it. He told a good tale about some iron chest filled with golden amulets. Some sort of stolen pirate treasure. He said the boat has some navigation tools and are set to work on my map here, giving directions to the island.. Something about stars and all, but he lost em when his boat sank just in the doc. He doesn’t have a way to get to the boat. And I guess, he was in a hurry to get to Port Blacksand anyway. Somethin about not wanten to let the captain VerAss or Zurass or something find out what he dod, on accountin stealing the map and all.” He finished his whiskey. “So, tomorrow, I’m gonna go for a swim and find his ship and find that island where the hidden pirate treasure is.”
“Your an idiot, the guy came by land.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I said forget about it Jarond. Now come on, get up, we’re going to bed. We have work tomorrow sand the boat ain’t waiting for you."
The older man takes the fake map, crumbles it up into a ball, and tosses it over his shoulder.
“Well, I’m still gonna look for it tomorrow. You’ll see.”
They both stagger out for better or for worse.
When the men stagger out Paevira will scoop up the crumpled paper and say, “ fools and their money are quickly parted…And no manners, littering on the floor. I have a feeling their heads are going to remind them about over drinking on a school night.” She gives a soft chuckle as she carefully uncrumples the paper and folds it neatly.
With a smile She addresses the others and says, “ anyone want to go on a treasure hunt? Apparently a grand pirate treasure awaits, just off the docks. I wonder if there is a Narwal guarding it…
You open up the crumpled up map
Lev hardly spares the drunkards a glance, instead choosing to focus on the situation at hand. Clearly this dark elf doesn't like him, whether due to their rather undesirable introduction or simple dark elf racism he doesn't know. Doesn't really care either, so long as he gets the information he needs.
So Natalie is meeting someone here? Well from the sound of it if its one of these travelers its probably this human woman since the half elf says he doesn't have an appointment. He raises an eyebrow when Iolinder says he's looking forward to traveling together... that's a rare comment. No one ever looks forward to traveling with him a Black Elf. All Lev has to say in response to that is, "Numbers, yes." As his eyes move across the group. If all of them end up looking for Natalie... He lets out a long breath.
His thoughts are interrupted by the two drunks as they start talking about some treasure map nonsense. His expression grows more and more disgruntled as the two go back and forth for a while. The idiots can't even keep their voices down. "Another pair with more liquor than brains inside of them," he says as the two stagger out.
When Paevira asks if anyone wants to go treasure hunting Lev hesitates for a moment. Once again, there was a time when he would have been more interested in that sort of thing. Back when he wasn't alone. Now... he shakes his head, "I just want to find Natalie. Then a job." He crosses his arms, "Besides, even if any of that fool's words had merit, that just means there's some navigation tools sitting out there in the water. And who knows where that map will actually lead you." He runs a hand through his still-damp hair. Swimming in this weather doesn't sound all that appealing anyways.
Turning back to Vydar he says, "Now, are you going to tell us where Natalie is or are you going to hoard information?"
Paevira will laugh a little and say, “ you mean half frozen water isn’t beach temperature? Alright then, i will just keep this souvenir of my visit to Rentarn. Well gentlemen and gentle lady, perhaps i will see on the morrow, maybe sailing to see Narwals.”
she give a slight curtsy as she puts the map inside her tunic. She pays her tab and compliments the chef for the wonderful tuna and chowder and grabs her wool cloak off the hooks near the door. She gives a last look at the strange group and departs into the night.
Unless someone else join or stops her Paevira, the friendly but mysterious red head heads out, map in hand. No doubt based on her clean clothing she has already secured lodging for the night at a nicer establishment.
Vydar spares the two drunks a glance, trying to judge if they'd be the type to start a bar fight. Though he quickly dismisses that idea. Then he blinks when the red head subtly slides around him, putting him between her and the two drunks. He frowns, "I'm no stable hand. I just do what I can, when I can to get paid or repay a debt." He mutters his response to her question. Her sudden initiation of small talk puts him on edge. Especially with how close she is to him. This seems like the tactic's of a pick-pocket. With that thought in mind, he doesn't take is eyes off her until she's an arms-length away.
Turning his attention back to Iolinder, he crossing his arms once again. It could be a cover for darker intent, but this guy does seem genuine.
Before he can respond, once again he's distracted when the two men start speaking loudly. He watches as Paevira walks over and picks up the crumpled map. The likelihood of it actually leading to something is slim, but that younger man had quite the story. A story that could be easily back checked. If a ship really did sink just in the dock, someone has to know about it. Not to mention a sunken ship so close to the dock would be ahazard to other ships in need of docking. "Hmm, I for one am not diving into the ocean without hard facts that there really is a ship down there."
Then Lev speaks up again, and the Black elf's voice seems to rake across the back of Vydar's mind like fingernails on rough rocks. No, he's not going to tell these people exactly where Natalie is. That would risk them leaving him behind to find her themselves. Best to make sure they need him...
Once again he looks to Iolinder, "It looks like everyone here is tired, and could use a good night's rest. I'll take you and whoever else to the meeting place tomorrow morning." Then he turns and glares down at Lev, "If you have a problem with that, look elsewhere for guidance....And my name is Vydar." He bluntly states his name. Now's to see if this guy actually uses it rather than referring to him as him other things.