Oh she was new as well. That was good. Locals seemed to be more, what was the word, stand offish. Not that she can blame them. When she was with her clan they had the same attitude. Family could be trusted, but outsiders, they were a mystery. That being said it was good to see a Half-Elf. They were just as pretty as the camp fire stories said. They had the beauty of a Elf, but the presence of a human. Made her wonder how their men looked. Still that was a thought for another time. What she needed to focus on was, well she really did not know. Maybe getting off the Island. She did not really have a direction at the moment. Somehow she had forgotten something. something important that she needed to remember. Actually now that she thought about it she forgot a lot.
Xolf was snapped back into the conversation about the mentioning of the Barkeepers. How in the world did she let her mind wonder. She preyed that she did not let it show on her face. Nothing was more insulting than ignoring a person. The Half-Elf did not seem to notice however. She was talking about how Barkeepers knew a lot. New information to Xolf. She had never dealt with a Bar before. She heard about them, of course. She knew how money worked, but she never been in one. She can't remember exactly who, but someone told her to be wary of their powerful spirits, or was it drink. No, it was both! The spirits were in the drink. If you drunk to many of them they could take you over and make you do things. No wonder these Bartenders knew so much. They must be Shamens, or powerful barbarians.
Liva Folkhus, it was a unique name. She was about to give a greeting when a strange man walked up to them. He was human, or at least she thought. He had white hair and a hood making her question herself.
"Well meet Khriss of the Redfields, and thank you for the comment. However before I can deal with you I must give a proper greeting to Liva. The name is Wildheart, Xolf Wildheart. You can call me by any of those names. I take great pride in both of them. Now, Khriss, you seem keen on offering your services to us. To walk up to someone and make the first move means that you have a invested interest. You must be looking to gain something from us? If I had to guess it would be gold. Is it safe to assume that you can give us our location for a price right? Or are you aiming for something else? Maybe looking to get a deed done for rendered services."
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Liva was used to being approached by Men and in some cases women however all of those were usually 7 bottles deep and drunkenly attempting to form words. A Sober man approaching her, she has learned is more often then not a bad thing. Instantly distrusting of Khriss, Liva acknowledges Xolf as the large woman introduces herself but her charming demeanor has faded into that of a get to the point attitude.
Liva folds her arms across her chest, letting her lute hang from a clip on her belt. Her smile and charm returns as a certain thought crosses her mind. While this individual could be looking to prey upon newcomers to the dock, Being distrusting of almost everyone this was her immediate suspicion however he could actually prove to be useful in a manner.. "Khriss, now I cant speak for this woman but I am a newcomer in search of a drink and maybe some work." Gesturing to the Lute hanging from her side. "Is it at all possible that in your Decades worth of experience here, you know the location of a Tavern in which i could find these things?"
Insight check on Khriss, just to get a feel for the person. Does he seem sketchy or worthy of a moment of time? Liva is distrusting of Men, in her experience they only want one thing and she is not willing to give it. 18
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Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
With a silent bow and a warm smile, Q'wai Zan parts ways with the old fisherman who has safely ferried him across the open sea and brought him to this unusual floating city. The monk has traveled far from his home in the Wushin Xiao'lan empire; not only does he look like a stranger in a strange land, he feels like one. Shouldering his backpack and taking his quarterstaff in hand, Q'wai winds his way through the throng of people at the docks and makes his way toward the center of The Wareshome, all the while doing his best to make sense of the noise and activity that confronts him as he goes. Will I find work in such a place? And how long will I be safe here? These are the questions that loom in Q'wai's mind as he begins this new chapter in his life.
Over the din, his ears pick up the pleasant sound of someone skillfully playing the lute, a sound that immediately causes Q'wai to reminisce about his days in the monastery. Te Shing, his master, played the lute, and Q'wai had spent countless hours with his own instrument--the flute--accompanying his master. Q'wai casts a quick glance at the lute player--a woman with a shock of red hair (a new sight for the monk)--but passes by silently as he realizes that she is now in conversation with someone else.
Approaching a polearm-wielding guard, Q'wai says, "Good day, sir. I am in need of work. Can you point me in the right direction?"
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(( Sorry 'bout that folks, been out sick for two days an just slept almost 12 hours lol. ))
Firnvolg made his way through the crowds, the pungent smell of freshly cooked fish and ales wafting up through the air, guiding the Aellish Urukh through the port. Before long, our elven orc found a small thatch-roof bar protuding from the side of the massive center of the Wareshome. A short lass, probably in her late 20s, raced back and forth behind the open bar, rushing from around the counter to shuttle rounds and food off to her patrons. The sign above her read Blackfoot's Tavern & Inn. There were a couple small empty tables beneath the open sun, with shoddy cloth umbrellas acting as a parasol against the heat of Lia Fail. The lady whisked dish after dish out to a mish-mash of patrons; Paladins, feasting and drinking heartily; buccaneers, shooting dice and jeering the passers-by; the well-dressed guards of the Federation, enjoying a quiet discussion over lunch."My, oh my! What a tall lad!" the woman greeted Firnvolg. Her hair was short, pulled back behind her ears. Her smile was bright and her attitude chipper, and then some. "You're 'bout the size of Mr. Broom! And handsome to boot, might'n ye be brothers?" She pulled a seat out from one of the empty tables nearby. "Just a joke, lad. You look tired. Please, have a seat, sir! You'll have to forgive me, I've never seen your face around here so I'm afraid I don't know your usual off-hand. We've the finest wines and brandies in the whole of Shattered Isles! And a mean fish fillet to boot." ________________ LIVA
The man seemed to sway the right way, balancing himself to seem less threatening. He appears as though he is hiding much - foremost, you notice, appear to be a few small arms strapped inconspicously to his thigh, obfuscated by his half-length flowing leather vest. His speech seems almost tempered and rehearsed, as if you're speaking to someone who will only say what you want him to say, or do what you want him to do, to get what he wants out of you. What, exactly, it is he seeks - is unclear.
"Xolf! I like it. Very strong, yet beautiful name! Obviously fit for such an impressive, powerful woman such as yourself." Khriss turned to Liva, presenting before her with a slight bow before continuing. "The lovely Liva, was it? I believe I heard Xolf mention. Only less than a single decade I've been here, I'm afraid, miss. Disappointing, I know, but ol' Khriss is worth a shot! Would be more than happy to give ya a quick tour of the town - that is, if you'd honor me with the privilege of sharing a drink at Miss Mathilda's?" He finished his speech, turning to the two Aellish women with a cocked, semi-toothy drin and squinted, smoldering eyelids over his intense indigo oculars. ________________ Whizzing by the exchange, a strangely-dressed man with almost alien features stepped off the boat, towards one of the well-dressed Federation guardsman watching over the incoming ships. The sounds of merchants exclaiming their stocks, fishermen yelling to their crewmates, and the odd musical note filled the atmosphere. The guardsman looked away from his post at Q'wai, the strange traveler. "Well now that's something you don't see every day." The guard lifted up his gaze, which was then going over the man slowly, and curiously. "Forgive me, citizen. What brings an easterner here looking for work, if one might not mind my asking?" The guard spoke beautifully, but strangely, as though a foreigner to Commonspeak with a master's grip.
Ooc: nothing , I just cannot keep the pace and next days will be worst, I am really sorry but I must drop out unless It is ok for you to have me posting less in the next few days, ok?
If you like you can drop out for now, then we can figure out a cool way to introduce your character later depending on where the party goes from here? Also, Happy New Year's Eve, everyone!
Q'waiZan makes eye contact with the guard and is grateful for the man's pleasant demeanor. The monk knew his presence in this place would cause people to wonder and to ask questions, but he did not dare to give the true reason for leaving his homeland. Therefore, Q'wai had created and rehearsed an answer for situations like this.
"Wushin monasteries are also depositories of books and information, sir, and we believe it is unwise to be ignorant of other people and cultures. So, periodically, a few of us monks are sent to visit other islands and, if possible, collect books, scrolls, manuscripts, and oral anecdotes. I am currently on such a journey. But, of course, I must work now and then to finance my travels."
Q'wai's answer wasn't wholly untrue; he did hope to read, discover, and understand as much as he could about the western world. Nonetheless, he hated the fact that he couldn't be completely forthright with the guard who stood before him.
Firvnolg takes a sest in the bar after the small woman offers him one, his eyes scanning the the other patrons somewhat before they return to stare directly ahead. He tbought of his options and reached into his pack for the few coins he still had on him. He counted through them, guessing that it was maybe a bit less then half of his pay from the last voyage he had been on. "For now just the fillet will be fine. I do not plan to drink while looking for work on a ship." He says, not giving much more away as he waits for the price of the meal.
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Liva cocks an eyebrow as her smile broadens, Letting her hair fall freely in front of her face as she placed one hand on her hip and the other on her lute. "My oh my, Seems we encountered a Gentlemen Xolf, offering aid to a couple new gals just when they were searchin for it." Liva isnt acting sarcastic in this scenario, More playing the part of a Helpless lady who doesn't know how the world works. She is intrigued as to what Khriss's true intent is but more keen on what he's hiding under that vest. A fine dagger could fetch a fair price if sold to the right buyer and she knows this. "Well what kind of lady would turn down a free drink?" She'll give Khriss a sly wink, A common practice she uses to charm unknowing men.
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She has every intent to play along with this individual for as long as she has to, Until she can make a move for either a coin purse or one of those armaments she knows he has. "Neither of you mind if I play a little do you?" She says as she unclips the lute from her belt, The Instrument is old and worn. Crack line its surface with whatever varnish that was once on it, long faded away and replaced by scuff marks. "I rather enjoy playing while I walk, I find it makes the walk more enjoyable."
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Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
"'Tis fair, sir. That'll be six copper, please. Don't worry - it's a hardy meal." The lady yelled into the kitchen for a fish plate, before turning back to the Urukh-Aelle. "I'm Mathilda, by the way. Do ye work for the Federation?" she asked, keen curiosity in her eyes. "Ye don't quite look well-dressed the part, though... Oh! I know. Ye be a freeman, huh? Sailin' the high seas, goin' where ya want, helpin' out the little folk! I can see it in yer eyes, don't try and hide it! You're a soft-hearted hero, ain't'cha doll?"
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The guardsman seemed to take Q'wai at his word. Probably not wanting to be rude, he replied, "Ah, yes! I had forgotten, sir. I thought you might be Nijiin. I am from the Ruslands, a few days journey from there." It was clear that this man knew very little of the Wushin or even the Nijiin, as the two nations are long-standing bitter enemies. "Well, the Federation is always looking for workers! I hear the boss, Mr. Ellaren, is looking for a set of skilled adventurers who are willing to ally themselves with the Federation. He is on Port Nevara, a day south of here. But there is plenty more in the Wareshome. If you have any magic items to sell, Mr. Broom on the east end will pay you handsomely for them. He's a nice fellow, and has lived here for many years. He may even know where you can find a job, master monk. If you will excuse me, however, I must resume my duties. It has been a pleasure." The guard bowed, with his right hand over his chest, and his left leg suspended mid-air out from behind him, his polearm keeping his balance under the weight of his armor.
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"And here I was hoping for a free drink myself - but ol' Khriss can't resist that level of charm, no ma'am." He started off towards the west side of the dock, around the corner from the port, before turning to reply to Liva. "Well, it seems only fair if I'm supplyin' the drink, the fair-voiced maiden should supply the song, yeah? Haha, I'm a sucker for tunes, anyway." His ebony skin glistened in the sunlight, the rays reflecting off of his bright, vivid tattoos. He walked with a very shifty gait, seemingly fading from sight as he perfectly blended in with the crowd - despite his unique features.
"I am called Firvnolg and yes that is Urukh. As being a hero I can honestly admit I am nothing like a hero but I am not like some of scum that sail the seas to pillage and kill honorable people." Firvnolg said as he handed out the coppers to Mathilda. "But my personal thoughs aside I would like to know if any of you have heard of any survivors from the ship called the Onc? I was aboard it when it was attacked within the last tenday..."
Xolf was not sure if she liked this or not. Things were moving, well actually slow, but at the same time fast. It was not like combat, she knew combat, which she could just feel her way thought. This was social interaction, ploys, plots,and civilized stuff. She, was grossly ignorant on all matters. As a little girl she grew up in the dark and alone with her mother. As a adult she lived with a clan of barbarians. They talked but, well rarely. Words were considered valuable and only used when necessary. It made commands have more weight and lessons more potent. Sure there was small talk, but Xolf was always out hunting. Even on the surface she never lost her Underdark edge. Now here she was, in a new kind of wilderness, bewildered, and flowing with a stream of events. If only it was combat. She knew combat.
"I guess it would be foolish to turn down a free guide. However I don't drink. You all can keep your ancestral spirits to yourselves. I will stick with my water."
As the trio walked down the docks Xolf allowed herself to enjoy the music. It was a rare treat. The barbarians had music, but it was harsh. Nothing that would sooth the soul. Her mother would play in the Underdark, but only to lure in potential prey. The other songs that came form the dark were to be ignored. Such sounds were a lure for a hungry beast. Even still as a young girl she would listen to the tune, but never go toward it. Now however she had a opportunity to actually enjoy music. A perk of living on the surface. She let the sound and song flow though her and rouse her spirits. She lit it fill her soul with warmth. It was good to be alive.
"You play well", spoke Xolf suddenly. The maiden then turned her attention to their male counterpart.
"I have been wondering. What are you Khriss? Are you a human? Or maybe some type of Elf? I can't really get a read on you."
Liva brings the Lute to her front and after a moment of seemingly deciding what she should play. Her dainty fingers began to pluck at the strings, slow and methodical the tune at first was barely able to be heard but after just a moment, The notes of the music seem to float into the air and seep away into everyone's range. A soft melody, one that she learned as a child and her personal favorite. Often sung by the Prostitutes of the brothel she was raised in, A calm song that soothes souls from the general hardships they may face in their day. After a few moments she does begin to sing along with the tune, Her voice is well fit to the tune she plays. Soft and calming, Every bit as beautiful as her playing. She does acknowledge Xolfs compliment with a smile and a nod as she does not want to break the performance.
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Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
"That's an interesting tune," Khriss softly speaks. A bit louder, he continues, "Never heard it before, though. Beautiful song!" Khriss looks back at Liva, with a bright smile on his lips - but now, Liva has noticed, sorrow in his eyes. "Well, bar's right 'round the corner! Welcome, lasses, to Mathilda's Tavern." The open-air bar before you crackles with laughter and lull, layman and livery. Khriss notices the barmaid, Mathilda, greeting her as he walks up. "Hush, now, Khriss! Can't'cha see I'm in the middle of conversation? Well, what is it? Got me coin?" Khriss immediately bows before Mathilda, then turns to bow towards the half-orc, half-elf sitting at the table. "My apologies for the intrusion, sincere. Just wanted to show the new folk around town." The woman turned to the two elves. "Careful with this one, now. Watch yourself - lest he get you a hundred platinum in debt." Khriss, seemingly highly offended, retorted - "Why, I've never! Ladies, don't listen to ol' Mathilda here. She's just got salt on 'er tongue on account o' her failings in romance. Couldn't tame the spirit of the Redfields!" Mathilda then bonks! Khriss over the head with a stray chicken leg. "Delusional man."
Firvnolg can only raise his eyebrow questioningly as he looks to the strange man and the two women that had been following him. The elf orc notices that the two women were of elven heritage although the taller one with the ebony colored skin was unlike any he had seen before. Then again he had no room to talk as he was the product of a union between two races that normally hated each other.
Grateful that he wasn't being pressed with more questions, Q'wai Zan politely overlooks the obtuse remark about being Nijiin. He then repeats the two names the guard mentioned, "Mr. Ellaren and Mr. Broom. Thank you, sir. I will see about speaking with them."
The monk met the guard's bow with that of his own before continuing farther into the Wareshome. Q'wai's stomach had been empty for hours; so, upon seeing Blackfoot's Tavern he decided to see what sort of meal he might be able to purchase for himself. He assumed a floating city would have no shortage of fish on the menu; that would suit him just fine.
Liva's smile widens as she comes into the open-air tavern, The hustle a bustle of the area was what she knew. The smell of Ale, mead and wine got her blood rushing. Her fingers slowly came to a halt as she clipped the lute back onto her belt. Taking in the general atmosphere and loving the familiar feel this place had. In a sense it felt like home to her, Of course every tavern she had ever traversed had the same feeling. She tucks her locks of crimson behind her ears and cant help but laugh at the Womans remarks about Khriss. Her instincts are begging her to find a drunk sailor or two and relieve them of their coin purse. Yet for the moment she represses them, hoping to get a feel for the place.
"SO I take it you own this....Establishment Madam?" Liva asks loud enough to be heard but not to butt in to a conversation. Politely nodding at the Gentlemen she was speaking to before hand. Her eyes linger on the man for a moment. What was he? Orc? Elf? He had the features of both, it was an odd sight and one that she hadn't seen before. Her emerald eyes glanced back at Xolf for a moment, Liva had only just met her but she considers herself a good judge of people. Xolf seemed simplistic in a way, like she hadnt seen the world. I mean who turns down a free drink.
Whispering over her shoulder to Xolf, Liva was going to do something she had never done before and just ask. After all if a Female like her was lost in a place like this, Liva could help her adjust and in turn have a intimidating figure who is presumably good in a fight at her side. "Hey Xolf....Am I pronouncing that right? Where abouts are you from?"
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Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
Xolf was, well surprised. The tavern was nothing like the chief had described. she expected spirits to be flying around haunting the place, or at least be resting inside of cups. She thought she could smell the evil in the place, but no it just smelled like a feast. She could smell the roasting food. The water in the cups was strangely colored. She figured it was the alcohol that she was so warned about. She never understood why people would willingly take in spirits into their body. Well they left after a time, but why allow them to influence you. They did not give any advantage in battle, so what was the point in calling them. At least the warriors she knew could protect their allies with theirs.
Then Xolf saw him, the half breed. It was not her first time seeing one, but the first time she had ever seen one alive. Most of the time when her and her mother came upon a troop of Orcs in the underdark they were soon slain. Her mother had a thing for Orcs. She hated them the most. Every now and then there would be a Drow living among them. Her mother killed them too. Xolf always worked the outskirts making sure none of them escaped. When she came in she would find most of everyone dead, but every now and then she would see one of these corss breeds. Her mother had placed a dagger in their hearts. The sight always chilled Xolf to the bones. Looking at him now those memories came flooding back.
"You ... your a Orc Elf right. Umm, I hope your parents are doing well." Why did she say that. Xolf screamed at herself in her head. Every moment she looked at him those children flashed into her mind. The daggers, the blood, and the satisfied look on her mother's face. She did not think to much on her mother these days. Mostly painful memories of her own failures. However now, now she wondered what kind of women she really was. When Liva began to speak Xolf was more than happy to answer he question. She needed to take her mind off this.
"Xolf is right." Normally Xolf would never give a direct answer, but she was distracted. " I am from the Underdark. Well originally from the Underdark. I left there twenty years ago after my mother died. I had been living with a clan of humans on a island a month or two from here for the past twenty years."
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Oh she was new as well. That was good. Locals seemed to be more, what was the word, stand offish. Not that she can blame them. When she was with her clan they had the same attitude. Family could be trusted, but outsiders, they were a mystery. That being said it was good to see a Half-Elf. They were just as pretty as the camp fire stories said. They had the beauty of a Elf, but the presence of a human. Made her wonder how their men looked. Still that was a thought for another time. What she needed to focus on was, well she really did not know. Maybe getting off the Island. She did not really have a direction at the moment. Somehow she had forgotten something. something important that she needed to remember. Actually now that she thought about it she forgot a lot.
Xolf was snapped back into the conversation about the mentioning of the Barkeepers. How in the world did she let her mind wonder. She preyed that she did not let it show on her face. Nothing was more insulting than ignoring a person. The Half-Elf did not seem to notice however. She was talking about how Barkeepers knew a lot. New information to Xolf. She had never dealt with a Bar before. She heard about them, of course. She knew how money worked, but she never been in one. She can't remember exactly who, but someone told her to be wary of their powerful spirits, or was it drink. No, it was both! The spirits were in the drink. If you drunk to many of them they could take you over and make you do things. No wonder these Bartenders knew so much. They must be Shamens, or powerful barbarians.
Liva Folkhus, it was a unique name. She was about to give a greeting when a strange man walked up to them. He was human, or at least she thought. He had white hair and a hood making her question herself.
"Well meet Khriss of the Redfields, and thank you for the comment. However before I can deal with you I must give a proper greeting to Liva. The name is Wildheart, Xolf Wildheart. You can call me by any of those names. I take great pride in both of them. Now, Khriss, you seem keen on offering your services to us. To walk up to someone and make the first move means that you have a invested interest. You must be looking to gain something from us? If I had to guess it would be gold. Is it safe to assume that you can give us our location for a price right? Or are you aiming for something else? Maybe looking to get a deed done for rendered services."
Liva was used to being approached by Men and in some cases women however all of those were usually 7 bottles deep and drunkenly attempting to form words. A Sober man approaching her, she has learned is more often then not a bad thing. Instantly distrusting of Khriss, Liva acknowledges Xolf as the large woman introduces herself but her charming demeanor has faded into that of a get to the point attitude.
Liva folds her arms across her chest, letting her lute hang from a clip on her belt. Her smile and charm returns as a certain thought crosses her mind. While this individual could be looking to prey upon newcomers to the dock, Being distrusting of almost everyone this was her immediate suspicion however he could actually prove to be useful in a manner.. "Khriss, now I cant speak for this woman but I am a newcomer in search of a drink and maybe some work." Gesturing to the Lute hanging from her side. "Is it at all possible that in your Decades worth of experience here, you know the location of a Tavern in which i could find these things?"
Insight check on Khriss, just to get a feel for the person. Does he seem sketchy or worthy of a moment of time? Liva is distrusting of Men, in her experience they only want one thing and she is not willing to give it. 18
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
With a silent bow and a warm smile, Q'wai Zan parts ways with the old fisherman who has safely ferried him across the open sea and brought him to this unusual floating city. The monk has traveled far from his home in the Wushin Xiao'lan empire; not only does he look like a stranger in a strange land, he feels like one. Shouldering his backpack and taking his quarterstaff in hand, Q'wai winds his way through the throng of people at the docks and makes his way toward the center of The Wareshome, all the while doing his best to make sense of the noise and activity that confronts him as he goes. Will I find work in such a place? And how long will I be safe here? These are the questions that loom in Q'wai's mind as he begins this new chapter in his life.
Over the din, his ears pick up the pleasant sound of someone skillfully playing the lute, a sound that immediately causes Q'wai to reminisce about his days in the monastery. Te Shing, his master, played the lute, and Q'wai had spent countless hours with his own instrument--the flute--accompanying his master. Q'wai casts a quick glance at the lute player--a woman with a shock of red hair (a new sight for the monk)--but passes by silently as he realizes that she is now in conversation with someone else.
Approaching a polearm-wielding guard, Q'wai says, "Good day, sir. I am in need of work. Can you point me in the right direction?"
Ooc: nothing , I just cannot keep the pace and next days will be worst, I am really sorry but I must drop out unless It is ok for you to have me posting less in the next few days, ok?
OOC: Awaiting a ruling on Liva's insight against Khriss and for Khriss's response. Happy New year everyone!
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
OCC: Same here
(( Sorry 'bout that folks, been out sick for two days an just slept almost 12 hours lol. ))
Firnvolg made his way through the crowds, the pungent smell of freshly cooked fish and ales wafting up through the air, guiding the Aellish Urukh through the port. Before long, our elven orc found a small thatch-roof bar protuding from the side of the massive center of the Wareshome. A short lass, probably in her late 20s, raced back and forth behind the open bar, rushing from around the counter to shuttle rounds and food off to her patrons. The sign above her read Blackfoot's Tavern & Inn. There were a couple small empty tables beneath the open sun, with shoddy cloth umbrellas acting as a parasol against the heat of Lia Fail. The lady whisked dish after dish out to a mish-mash of patrons; Paladins, feasting and drinking heartily; buccaneers, shooting dice and jeering the passers-by; the well-dressed guards of the Federation, enjoying a quiet discussion over lunch."My, oh my! What a tall lad!" the woman greeted Firnvolg. Her hair was short, pulled back behind her ears. Her smile was bright and her attitude chipper, and then some. "You're 'bout the size of Mr. Broom! And handsome to boot, might'n ye be brothers?" She pulled a seat out from one of the empty tables nearby. "Just a joke, lad. You look tired. Please, have a seat, sir! You'll have to forgive me, I've never seen your face around here so I'm afraid I don't know your usual off-hand. We've the finest wines and brandies in the whole of Shattered Isles! And a mean fish fillet to boot."
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The man seemed to sway the right way, balancing himself to seem less threatening. He appears as though he is hiding much - foremost, you notice, appear to be a few small arms strapped inconspicously to his thigh, obfuscated by his half-length flowing leather vest. His speech seems almost tempered and rehearsed, as if you're speaking to someone who will only say what you want him to say, or do what you want him to do, to get what he wants out of you. What, exactly, it is he seeks - is unclear.
"Xolf! I like it. Very strong, yet beautiful name! Obviously fit for such an impressive, powerful woman such as yourself." Khriss turned to Liva, presenting before her with a slight bow before continuing. "The lovely Liva, was it? I believe I heard Xolf mention. Only less than a single decade I've been here, I'm afraid, miss. Disappointing, I know, but ol' Khriss is worth a shot! Would be more than happy to give ya a quick tour of the town - that is, if you'd honor me with the privilege of sharing a drink at Miss Mathilda's?" He finished his speech, turning to the two Aellish women with a cocked, semi-toothy drin and squinted, smoldering eyelids over his intense indigo oculars.
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Whizzing by the exchange, a strangely-dressed man with almost alien features stepped off the boat, towards one of the well-dressed Federation guardsman watching over the incoming ships. The sounds of merchants exclaiming their stocks, fishermen yelling to their crewmates, and the odd musical note filled the atmosphere. The guardsman looked away from his post at Q'wai, the strange traveler. "Well now that's something you don't see every day." The guard lifted up his gaze, which was then going over the man slowly, and curiously. "Forgive me, citizen. What brings an easterner here looking for work, if one might not mind my asking?" The guard spoke beautifully, but strangely, as though a foreigner to Commonspeak with a master's grip.
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If you like you can drop out for now, then we can figure out a cool way to introduce your character later depending on where the party goes from here? Also, Happy New Year's Eve, everyone!
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Q'wai Zan makes eye contact with the guard and is grateful for the man's pleasant demeanor. The monk knew his presence in this place would cause people to wonder and to ask questions, but he did not dare to give the true reason for leaving his homeland. Therefore, Q'wai had created and rehearsed an answer for situations like this.
"Wushin monasteries are also depositories of books and information, sir, and we believe it is unwise to be ignorant of other people and cultures. So, periodically, a few of us monks are sent to visit other islands and, if possible, collect books, scrolls, manuscripts, and oral anecdotes. I am currently on such a journey. But, of course, I must work now and then to finance my travels."
Q'wai's answer wasn't wholly untrue; he did hope to read, discover, and understand as much as he could about the western world. Nonetheless, he hated the fact that he couldn't be completely forthright with the guard who stood before him.
Firvnolg takes a sest in the bar after the small woman offers him one, his eyes scanning the the other patrons somewhat before they return to stare directly ahead. He tbought of his options and reached into his pack for the few coins he still had on him. He counted through them, guessing that it was maybe a bit less then half of his pay from the last voyage he had been on. "For now just the fillet will be fine. I do not plan to drink while looking for work on a ship." He says, not giving much more away as he waits for the price of the meal.
Liva cocks an eyebrow as her smile broadens, Letting her hair fall freely in front of her face as she placed one hand on her hip and the other on her lute. "My oh my, Seems we encountered a Gentlemen Xolf, offering aid to a couple new gals just when they were searchin for it." Liva isnt acting sarcastic in this scenario, More playing the part of a Helpless lady who doesn't know how the world works. She is intrigued as to what Khriss's true intent is but more keen on what he's hiding under that vest. A fine dagger could fetch a fair price if sold to the right buyer and she knows this. "Well what kind of lady would turn down a free drink?" She'll give Khriss a sly wink, A common practice she uses to charm unknowing men.
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She has every intent to play along with this individual for as long as she has to, Until she can make a move for either a coin purse or one of those armaments she knows he has. "Neither of you mind if I play a little do you?" She says as she unclips the lute from her belt, The Instrument is old and worn. Crack line its surface with whatever varnish that was once on it, long faded away and replaced by scuff marks. "I rather enjoy playing while I walk, I find it makes the walk more enjoyable."
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"'Tis fair, sir. That'll be six copper, please. Don't worry - it's a hardy meal." The lady yelled into the kitchen for a fish plate, before turning back to the Urukh-Aelle. "I'm Mathilda, by the way. Do ye work for the Federation?" she asked, keen curiosity in her eyes. "Ye don't quite look well-dressed the part, though... Oh! I know. Ye be a freeman, huh? Sailin' the high seas, goin' where ya want, helpin' out the little folk! I can see it in yer eyes, don't try and hide it! You're a soft-hearted hero, ain't'cha doll?"
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The guardsman seemed to take Q'wai at his word. Probably not wanting to be rude, he replied, "Ah, yes! I had forgotten, sir. I thought you might be Nijiin. I am from the Ruslands, a few days journey from there." It was clear that this man knew very little of the Wushin or even the Nijiin, as the two nations are long-standing bitter enemies. "Well, the Federation is always looking for workers! I hear the boss, Mr. Ellaren, is looking for a set of skilled adventurers who are willing to ally themselves with the Federation. He is on Port Nevara, a day south of here. But there is plenty more in the Wareshome. If you have any magic items to sell, Mr. Broom on the east end will pay you handsomely for them. He's a nice fellow, and has lived here for many years. He may even know where you can find a job, master monk. If you will excuse me, however, I must resume my duties. It has been a pleasure." The guard bowed, with his right hand over his chest, and his left leg suspended mid-air out from behind him, his polearm keeping his balance under the weight of his armor.
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"And here I was hoping for a free drink myself - but ol' Khriss can't resist that level of charm, no ma'am." He started off towards the west side of the dock, around the corner from the port, before turning to reply to Liva. "Well, it seems only fair if I'm supplyin' the drink, the fair-voiced maiden should supply the song, yeah? Haha, I'm a sucker for tunes, anyway." His ebony skin glistened in the sunlight, the rays reflecting off of his bright, vivid tattoos. He walked with a very shifty gait, seemingly fading from sight as he perfectly blended in with the crowd - despite his unique features.
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"I am called Firvnolg and yes that is Urukh. As being a hero I can honestly admit I am nothing like a hero but I am not like some of scum that sail the seas to pillage and kill honorable people." Firvnolg said as he handed out the coppers to Mathilda. "But my personal thoughs aside I would like to know if any of you have heard of any survivors from the ship called the Onc? I was aboard it when it was attacked within the last tenday..."
Xolf was not sure if she liked this or not. Things were moving, well actually slow, but at the same time fast. It was not like combat, she knew combat, which she could just feel her way thought. This was social interaction, ploys, plots,and civilized stuff. She, was grossly ignorant on all matters. As a little girl she grew up in the dark and alone with her mother. As a adult she lived with a clan of barbarians. They talked but, well rarely. Words were considered valuable and only used when necessary. It made commands have more weight and lessons more potent. Sure there was small talk, but Xolf was always out hunting. Even on the surface she never lost her Underdark edge. Now here she was, in a new kind of wilderness, bewildered, and flowing with a stream of events. If only it was combat. She knew combat.
"I guess it would be foolish to turn down a free guide. However I don't drink. You all can keep your ancestral spirits to yourselves. I will stick with my water."
As the trio walked down the docks Xolf allowed herself to enjoy the music. It was a rare treat. The barbarians had music, but it was harsh. Nothing that would sooth the soul. Her mother would play in the Underdark, but only to lure in potential prey. The other songs that came form the dark were to be ignored. Such sounds were a lure for a hungry beast. Even still as a young girl she would listen to the tune, but never go toward it. Now however she had a opportunity to actually enjoy music. A perk of living on the surface. She let the sound and song flow though her and rouse her spirits. She lit it fill her soul with warmth. It was good to be alive.
"You play well", spoke Xolf suddenly. The maiden then turned her attention to their male counterpart.
"I have been wondering. What are you Khriss? Are you a human? Or maybe some type of Elf? I can't really get a read on you."
Liva brings the Lute to her front and after a moment of seemingly deciding what she should play. Her dainty fingers began to pluck at the strings, slow and methodical the tune at first was barely able to be heard but after just a moment, The notes of the music seem to float into the air and seep away into everyone's range. A soft melody, one that she learned as a child and her personal favorite. Often sung by the Prostitutes of the brothel she was raised in, A calm song that soothes souls from the general hardships they may face in their day. After a few moments she does begin to sing along with the tune, Her voice is well fit to the tune she plays. Soft and calming, Every bit as beautiful as her playing. She does acknowledge Xolfs compliment with a smile and a nod as she does not want to break the performance.
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"That's an interesting tune," Khriss softly speaks. A bit louder, he continues, "Never heard it before, though. Beautiful song!" Khriss looks back at Liva, with a bright smile on his lips - but now, Liva has noticed, sorrow in his eyes. "Well, bar's right 'round the corner! Welcome, lasses, to Mathilda's Tavern." The open-air bar before you crackles with laughter and lull, layman and livery. Khriss notices the barmaid, Mathilda, greeting her as he walks up. "Hush, now, Khriss! Can't'cha see I'm in the middle of conversation? Well, what is it? Got me coin?" Khriss immediately bows before Mathilda, then turns to bow towards the half-orc, half-elf sitting at the table. "My apologies for the intrusion, sincere. Just wanted to show the new folk around town." The woman turned to the two elves. "Careful with this one, now. Watch yourself - lest he get you a hundred platinum in debt." Khriss, seemingly highly offended, retorted - "Why, I've never! Ladies, don't listen to ol' Mathilda here. She's just got salt on 'er tongue on account o' her failings in romance. Couldn't tame the spirit of the Redfields!" Mathilda then bonks! Khriss over the head with a stray chicken leg. "Delusional man."
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Firvnolg can only raise his eyebrow questioningly as he looks to the strange man and the two women that had been following him. The elf orc notices that the two women were of elven heritage although the taller one with the ebony colored skin was unlike any he had seen before. Then again he had no room to talk as he was the product of a union between two races that normally hated each other.
Grateful that he wasn't being pressed with more questions, Q'wai Zan politely overlooks the obtuse remark about being Nijiin. He then repeats the two names the guard mentioned, "Mr. Ellaren and Mr. Broom. Thank you, sir. I will see about speaking with them."
The monk met the guard's bow with that of his own before continuing farther into the Wareshome. Q'wai's stomach had been empty for hours; so, upon seeing Blackfoot's Tavern he decided to see what sort of meal he might be able to purchase for himself. He assumed a floating city would have no shortage of fish on the menu; that would suit him just fine.
Liva's smile widens as she comes into the open-air tavern, The hustle a bustle of the area was what she knew. The smell of Ale, mead and wine got her blood rushing. Her fingers slowly came to a halt as she clipped the lute back onto her belt. Taking in the general atmosphere and loving the familiar feel this place had. In a sense it felt like home to her, Of course every tavern she had ever traversed had the same feeling. She tucks her locks of crimson behind her ears and cant help but laugh at the Womans remarks about Khriss. Her instincts are begging her to find a drunk sailor or two and relieve them of their coin purse. Yet for the moment she represses them, hoping to get a feel for the place.
"SO I take it you own this....Establishment Madam?" Liva asks loud enough to be heard but not to butt in to a conversation. Politely nodding at the Gentlemen she was speaking to before hand. Her eyes linger on the man for a moment. What was he? Orc? Elf? He had the features of both, it was an odd sight and one that she hadn't seen before. Her emerald eyes glanced back at Xolf for a moment, Liva had only just met her but she considers herself a good judge of people. Xolf seemed simplistic in a way, like she hadnt seen the world. I mean who turns down a free drink.
Whispering over her shoulder to Xolf, Liva was going to do something she had never done before and just ask. After all if a Female like her was lost in a place like this, Liva could help her adjust and in turn have a intimidating figure who is presumably good in a fight at her side. "Hey Xolf....Am I pronouncing that right? Where abouts are you from?"
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Xolf was, well surprised. The tavern was nothing like the chief had described. she expected spirits to be flying around haunting the place, or at least be resting inside of cups. She thought she could smell the evil in the place, but no it just smelled like a feast. She could smell the roasting food. The water in the cups was strangely colored. She figured it was the alcohol that she was so warned about. She never understood why people would willingly take in spirits into their body. Well they left after a time, but why allow them to influence you. They did not give any advantage in battle, so what was the point in calling them. At least the warriors she knew could protect their allies with theirs.
Then Xolf saw him, the half breed. It was not her first time seeing one, but the first time she had ever seen one alive. Most of the time when her and her mother came upon a troop of Orcs in the underdark they were soon slain. Her mother had a thing for Orcs. She hated them the most. Every now and then there would be a Drow living among them. Her mother killed them too. Xolf always worked the outskirts making sure none of them escaped. When she came in she would find most of everyone dead, but every now and then she would see one of these corss breeds. Her mother had placed a dagger in their hearts. The sight always chilled Xolf to the bones. Looking at him now those memories came flooding back.
"You ... your a Orc Elf right. Umm, I hope your parents are doing well." Why did she say that. Xolf screamed at herself in her head. Every moment she looked at him those children flashed into her mind. The daggers, the blood, and the satisfied look on her mother's face. She did not think to much on her mother these days. Mostly painful memories of her own failures. However now, now she wondered what kind of women she really was. When Liva began to speak Xolf was more than happy to answer he question. She needed to take her mind off this.
"Xolf is right." Normally Xolf would never give a direct answer, but she was distracted. " I am from the Underdark. Well originally from the Underdark. I left there twenty years ago after my mother died. I had been living with a clan of humans on a island a month or two from here for the past twenty years."