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Post by Amarathis on Dec 22, 2019 1:20:20 GMT -8
"Why does a Qualinesti have a Kagonesti tribal tattoo?" Rathis had stepped into the Blue Bird with thoughts of food and alcohol, and pleasant conversation on his mind. He'd seen the travelers but paid them no further attention than the other patrons, giving a friendly nod in passing and moving to take a seat, mouth open to place his order and ears perking for that pleasant hint of an accent ...Only for them to be Ambushed by far more than a hint of that accent. He turned to face the Kagonesti, eyes wide, taking in the sight of the hooded elf woman, an expression of welcome joy quickly overtaking the surprise. Within a moment, he was smiling, eyes bright, and when he spoke, it was with the Kagonesti dialect. "Because this Qualinesti had the Good Fortune to serve with the Kagonesti for a time. They told me that it was meant for a young Hunter. ...hopefully I haven't been walking around with a joke on my face?" His own accent was definitely still there, but notably less pronounced than might have been expected.
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Post by Maessalathasa on Dec 22, 2019 1:25:47 GMT -8
Maessalathasa turns and returns the kenders greeting with a confused nod. As the man approaches and questions her she frowns and stares at him. "I am Sister Maessa, not 'you girl'." She states calmly. She loosens the cloak slightly so that both the rose and the white clothing is more clearly visible. "Perhaps you should put that away." She nods towards his cleaver. "You are a respectable tradesman after all, not a thug." She says more amenably, as if she would tell him what he wanted if he followed her instructions.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 22, 2019 12:53:49 GMT -8
Ravarie swoops back the cowl of her hood. Keeping her features a secret, at least at this point, seemed pretty pointless considering the amount of elves within the inn. Her accent wasn't something that she could really hide anyway. Though, when Rathis switches to her own dialect, she lets out a small laugh. She isn't being impolite, but the accent does amuse her all the same. It was rare for any of her cousin elf races to speak with the Kagonesti dialect. "Ah," she says, clearing her throat from the small laughing outburst. "No, um it is just kind of an honor for my people to bestow a tattoo upon one that isn't their own," she explains. "You don't have a joke on your face, but you do realize that tattoo signifies that you are part of the tribe right?" she asks.
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Post by Daos on Dec 22, 2019 15:26:31 GMT -8
Grognak, Ravarie, Dorias, Gerrard and Rathis (Blue Bird Inn, Common Room) "Mooching? Oh, nonsense, there's no mooching among family," Layla insists. "But a job is a good idea. But...what do wizards even do? I have to admit, I'm not sure. I always pictured them locked away in faraway towers, reading old books all day. Not even sure how one makes money that way."
"Why not get a job on a ship, like your papa," Old Bill suggests. "Kieren could do all sorts of things to help a ship out, like control the winds or weather, or blast away pirates and scare off sea monsters."
Maessalathasa (The Docks) "Bah!" the fishmonger says. He looks around again, picks a random direction, and hurries off to find his quarry. It is, however, the wrong way.
A few breaths later, the kender pokes out from the alley and looks around. "Is he gone? Gosh, what a temper. I can't imagine what he was so worked up over. I'm no thief!" she insists, the fish tail still poking out of her pouch. "I'd have happily explained that to him, if he hadn't come at me with a knife. Some people are just too quick to rush to judgment, you know?"
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Post by Amarathis on Dec 22, 2019 15:37:49 GMT -8
As her hood fell, the Qualinesti took in her features, his own carefully unchanging, before his smile broke wide across his face. "So they told me at the time. We were proud then, and I am no less proud now. We came to them as an envoy, and stayed with their tribe for some time. To this day, their acceptance of me has been one of my proudest accomplishments." Rathis spoke still in the Kagonesti dialect, and practically beamed with pride, but his eyes slid to the side as a downcast mood came across his face, "With The Kagonesti's treatment at the hands of the Silvanesti and Qualinesti of late, not all are so readily accepting of an Outsider proudly proclaiming to be of the Tribes." A heavy sigh finished his sentence, before he forced the ghost of his smile back in place.
His eyes, a bright, piercing crystal blue remained locked with hers, tugged off his gloves, and tucked them into his belt, "However, given that you've now asked me Two," his left hand rose, two fingers held aloft, revealing that the whorls of his tattoo extended all the way to his hand, and snaked delicately around each of his fingers. "I believe it is now my turn to ask you a pair of questions," a sweeping motion indicated the nearest stools, "My first one being: Would you like to sit down? I would gladly cover anything you'd like from the bar, if you'd answer my Second. That being how a Kagonesti such as yourself came to be here?"
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 22, 2019 18:29:49 GMT -8
Ravarie looks over to the bar, where she left the others, before she joins Rathis at his table. It didn't look like they were going anywhere anytime soon. "I'm not really having anything right now, but thank you," she says. "As for why I am here, well I came with my friends. One of them is looking for his family, and I am going to be visiting the temple of the blue phoenix soon enough."
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Post by Kvard51 on Dec 22, 2019 20:33:02 GMT -8
Gerrard laughs, imagining himself locked away in a tower reading books for steel. "I could provide spellcasting for people, Aunt Layla. Or work for Zhea Harbour protecting the city. But what I intend to do is put together a group of people who contract to recover items lost during the war. It's the most lucrative option out there, for capable folks." He says the last a little louder, thinking the people in the Bluebird right now just might fit the bill. And he would like some time to work with a group before putting his most important plans into motion...
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Post by Maessalathasa on Dec 23, 2019 11:30:35 GMT -8
Maessalathasa frowns at man as he leaves her. Perhaps he would learn his lesson eventually, when he was ready to receive it. Her focus wandered off to the kender as she appeared. Maessalathasa didn't quite understand them, but their view of the world gave a different perspective. "If you say so." she agreed and after a small paus she continued "Would you happened to know a good inn hereabouts?"
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Post by Amarathis on Dec 23, 2019 16:39:40 GMT -8
"As for why I am here, well I came with my friends. One of them is looking for his family, and I am going to be visiting the temple of the blue phoenix soon enough." As they spoke, the Qualinesti raised his arm, attempting to get the female barkeep's attention. If he succeeded, he would quickly and succinctly order an ale, and, if he could, an order of fish and herbs and potatoes, all the while being certain to maintain engagement with his new Kagonesti friend as well, either by looking into her eyes or by visibly turning an ear towards her. "Looking for his family?" Rathis asked as he finally sat down with her, "What happened to them, if I may ask? I haven't been in town overlong, but mayhap long enough to help. "
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Post by Daos on Dec 23, 2019 16:59:58 GMT -8
Grognak, Ravarie, Dorias, Gerrard and Rathis (Blue Bird Inn, Common Room) "Just be careful," Layla tells Gerrard. "People are more accepting of wizards these days than they were in your father's day, but there are still people who fear or distrust them. There are always going to be those who don't understand..."
Meanwhile, the innkeeper heads into the back to get his Rathis' order, and returns a short while later with a mug of ale, and a plate of fish and taters, asking for a silver and a half for payment.
Maessalathasa (The Docks) "Oh, sure," the kender says. "The Blue Bird is pretty good. It's always full of sailors and adventuring types, so everyone has interesting stories and pocket contents. The innkeeper can be a little mean sometimes, though. She once chased me out with a broom, because she said I stole someone's ring. But I kept trying to explain, the ring just appeared on my finger. It was a magic ring. Magic rings do that sometimes. Probably. Oh, that's a nice ring you're wearing there. Is it magic? Can it turn you into an animal or something?"
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Post by Amarathis on Dec 23, 2019 17:24:08 GMT -8
As his meal returned, he would smile widely at the innkeep, and without a second thought, hand her a steel piece. "Here we go," he said with a wink in the common tongue, "and please, keep the rest for yourself. For the excellent service and delicious food."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 23, 2019 18:26:03 GMT -8
"His family use to be a big deal here," Ravarie says. "And now they aren't, and they apparently live here near the docks. I don't really know anymore than that. We just learn all of this when we arrived here today."
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Post by Amarathis on Dec 23, 2019 19:55:07 GMT -8
"What's the family name? I doubt that I've heard it, but I might be able to help. I work quite extensively with the Temple of Shinare, and if I can't help, I'm willing to bet that someone there might be able to. Especially if they've had any dealings with financial institutions. The Silver Mistress is well known as the goddess of Fair Transactions, and her temple has been shelter to many seeking aid in dire times."
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Post by Maessalathasa on Dec 24, 2019 9:17:11 GMT -8
Maessalathasa memorises the name. "This ring?" She displays it with her fist mostly closed, a lesson learned from the story she had just been told "It is a ring of memories from my last assignment. As long as I wear it, I will be able to recall that time more closely. It's not magic as such, but rather magic of the mind. Just like you recalled the story of the inn and that... magic ring... by seeing this ring." She pauses for a bit. "Maybe you should run home now, before the man with the knife returns. And thank you for the tip." She states, offering a smile.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 24, 2019 15:53:48 GMT -8
"Mar-Quon," Ravarie says. "If you want to offer your help, Dorias is right over there," she says, pointing towards the half elf at the bar with the dark curls and goatee. "That boy next to him was just about to lead us to the place that his family lives now too."
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