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Post by Daos on Dec 24, 2019 16:33:22 GMT -8
Grognak, Ravarie, Dorias, Gerrard and Rathis (Blue Bird Inn, Common Room) "Hey, thanks!" the innkeeper says to Rathis, admiring the steel coin with a grin before hurrying back to the bar to deposit it safely. "Let me know if you need anything else."
Maessalathasa (The Docks) "Wow, a ring that helps you remember things sounds pretty useful," the kender remarks. "I used to tie string to my fingers to help me remember things, but then I'd forget what I was supposed to remember, and there were so many colored strings, and they were kind of tight so my fingers started turning blue. Anyway, nice to meetcha, see you around!" With a wave, she skips off.
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Post by Kvard51 on Dec 24, 2019 21:12:36 GMT -8
Gerrard's smile grows so big his scar starts to pull, "Yes, Aunt Layla. I'll be careful, Aunt Layla. Krynn is not a fair place, particularly for people like me, Aunt Layla." He takes her hand and squeezes it, to take the sting out of his mocking words, "Seriously, taking care is second nature now. But the gods have put me here for a purpose, and I must seek to fulfill that purpose. I am a mage, like my father before me. And a mage I'll continue to be."
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Post by Amarathis on Dec 25, 2019 0:14:08 GMT -8
"Mar-Quon," the hide-bound elf repeated, committing it to memory, even as he smiled at the retreating barkeep, "I see. Alright. Do you think your friends would mind if I tagged along for a bit? There is a small chance that I might be able to help, and if I'm being perfectly honest, it's Nice to be able to talk to someone else Fluent in the Kagonesti tongue. I've been missing it terribly since I was... dispatched from that position."
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Post by Maessalathasa on Dec 25, 2019 2:31:31 GMT -8
Maessalathasa smiles broadly at the kender's story about the strings. They are an awfully wierd lot, she ponders as she moves on to find this 'Blue Bird'. She'd heard the name at some point before, but locating it would be a different story. Maybe some local would offer directions so she wouldn't wander around aimlessly for all to long. But, as her master had taught her, the journey is more important than the destination.
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Post by Daos on Dec 25, 2019 15:25:47 GMT -8
Grognak, Ravarie, Dorias, Gerrard and Rathis (Blue Bird Inn, Common Room) "So you are, so you are," Old Bill says to Gerrard. "A spitting image of your old dad, well, except for the robe color. But red looked better on him anyway, I say."
At around that time, another person steps into the common room from outside. The young woman has blonde hair and a scar on her left cheek. Her ears have slight points at the tips, suggesting some elven blood. She does not appear to be a sailor, but rather is dressed in red and copper robes and has a staff slung to her back.
Maessalathasa (Blue Bird Inn, Common Room) After asking for directions, Maessalathasa makes her way toward the Blue Bird. It is right on the water-front. A large wooden bird, painted blue, sits atop the entrance, although its head has broken off and lies at its feet.
Stepping inside, Maessalathasa finds a dank and poorly lit common room. Numerous people are here, most of them sailors from the looks of them. At the bar is a group of people, probably travelers of some kind, as two of them have cloaks with the hoods up, concealing their faces. Of the two who do not, one is a goblin of all things--one with a hook hand and a peg leg, at that; no eye-patch, though. The other is a dark-skinned half-elven man.
At one table is an old human, a much younger human in white robes, and a middle-aged looking half-elven woman fussing over the younger human.
The innkeeper, an exotic looking woman with Kagonesti blood, stands behind the bar, distracted by the scene of the woman fussing over the young man.
At another table sits a pair of elves--a male Qualinesti with a Kagonesti tribal tattoo on his face; the other a female Kagonesti.
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Post by Kvard51 on Dec 25, 2019 20:15:01 GMT -8
"I haven't laughed this much in a long time. It's really good to be home!" Gerrard turned to the door as the new person entered, "Looks like you've turned this place into an Elf bar since I've been gone, Aunt Layla. "Or perhaps it's your friend behind the bar." he says, smiling back at the bartender. "Uncle Bill didn't introduce her to me, perhaps you can do the honors?"
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 25, 2019 22:27:06 GMT -8
"I hadn't really thought about it, but I really haven't spoken my language in quite some time," Ravarie says thoughtfully. She had to admit that it was kind of nice to be speaking it again. "I don't really have a problem with you tagging along, but it might be a good idea for me to learn your name first."
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Post by Maessalathasa on Dec 26, 2019 5:40:51 GMT -8
Maessalathasa straightens herself, trying to find the proper composure. She did not quite expect to see so many of elven blood, or even elves here. It takes considerable willpower to curtsey before the Qualinesti out of old habit - but she is her own person now. Probably having hesitated to long, she heads quickly towards the innkeeper. "Hi." Her words fail for a short while. "I'm in need of lodging and I've only heard well of this establishment." She produces a smile. "I am also willing to work for my stay or meals."
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Post by Amarathis on Dec 26, 2019 12:57:32 GMT -8
"Ah, of Course," he replied, both hands raised and then clapped together in front of himself, "How rude of me! My name is Amarathis Orcross, formerly of the Orcross family of Qualinost, late of Qualmori, and, to my shame, late of Damere's Regiment, envoy to the Kagonesti tribes." as he spoke, his hands moved in smooth, small motions to the cadence of his words, "...although Rathis will more than suffice. I Will Most Certainly Accompany your group, see if perhaps I, or the Temple of Shinare can be of assistance." At that moment, the newcomer in her robes entered and seemed to stare at him for a long moment. Just when he opened his mouth to speak to her, however, she moved along, and he turned back to Ravarie, "My, but that was... Interesting. Do you think I should say something?"
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Post by Daos on Dec 26, 2019 13:44:11 GMT -8
"My friend?" Layla repeats, puzzled at first. "Oh, you mean Nonna, my boss. Yes, she runs the place. Bought it from the previous owner a couple of years ago."
"Speaking of," Nonna says, "Don't you think you should be getting back to the kitchen, Layla?"
"Oh! I forgot! My stew!" Layla cries, before hurrying back into the kitchen.
Nonna shakes her head, then turns her attention to the newcomer. "Rooms are half a silver a night. If you can't afford that, well...how skilled are you at serving drinks to handsy sailors?" she asks with a sardonic grin.
At around the same time, Dorias finishes his drink and turns to his companions. "Well, shall we be off?"
"Actually, will stay here for now," Reeker the goblin with the peg leg says. "Gonna see if can find any of old crew who survived shipwreck. Might have made their way here, if did."
"Me stay here, too," says Grognak, the larger goblin, scratching behind his ear. "This place have interesting smells. Wanna explore."
"We go where Ravarie goes," Sorrith says, but when he looks over his shoulder, he realizes Ravarie is not there. He quickly scans the room, and finds her sitting at a table with someone else. With haste, he hurries over, Lalora right on his heels. "Ravarie...is this...person bothering you?" he asks. Rathis cannot see this man's face, or his companion's, as both have their hoods up. But it is very clear from his accent, he must be Silvanesti.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 26, 2019 19:24:20 GMT -8
"Rathis," Ravarie repeats softly to herself so that she can remember. "I'm Ravarie." She actually has other questions, but with the strangeness of the newcomer, and Aoreith, the questions slip her mind for the time being. "Uh," she stammers for a moment when Sorrith approaches. "No, he isn't bothering me. He might be coming with is. Is Dorias ready?" She asks.
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Post by Maessalathasa on Dec 27, 2019 6:39:49 GMT -8
Maessalathasa tries to read the innkeeper, judging if it is a serious offer or not. "I like to think that a busy body keeps the mind from being distracted." She taps her fingers softly on the bench to draw attention to the callouses covering them. "I can both break and mend hands that gets to close for comfort."
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Post by Daos on Dec 27, 2019 16:57:55 GMT -8
"Uh," she stammers for a moment when Sorrith approaches. "No, he isn't bothering me. He might be coming with is. Is Dorias ready?" She asks. "Coming with us...to see Dorias' family?" Sorrith asks, perplexed by the idea. "Is he one of Dorias' relations then?" "He looks like a vagrant with that tattoo on his face," Lalora remarks, crossing her arms haughtily. "Have the Qualinesti really fallen so far into barbarism?" Maessalathasa tries to read the innkeeper, judging if it is a serious offer or not. "I like to think that a busy body keeps the mind from being distracted." She taps her fingers softly on the bench to draw attention to the callouses covering them. "I can both break and mend hands that gets to close for comfort." The innkeeper chuckles. "Well, breaking customers' hands is bad for business, so maybe you should stick to paying with coin like everyone else then. I like your moxie, though."
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Post by Amarathis on Dec 27, 2019 17:14:10 GMT -8
Rathis smiled cheerily at that, his grin ear to ear and just a bit toothier than last time. "Oh, my, No. Vagrancy implies listlessness. I have very set destinations in mind. Though of course, we humble Kagonesti could Never hope to broach even the lowest of the Silvanesti's arboreal verdance. Tell me, have you gentlemen been long with the Ravishing Ravarie or are we all just lucky enough to fall under her graces at the same time?"
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Post by Maessalathasa on Dec 28, 2019 1:34:25 GMT -8
After a while, Maessalathasa nods. "Might be for the best." Taking a glance at the room again she stays a while at the elves before returning to the innkeeper. "I am Maessa by the way." She never really understood why the name was shortened like that, but then again it was less of a tongue twister, and more akin to her human name. "That's some fascinating guests..." She says softly, leaving the subject open for the innkeeper.
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