Gilian staggers through the doors as the weight of the travel and wounds comes crashing down on her.
"Good day to you," she says, catching her breath. "We were sent here by the city guards, as we do not really belong here. My guess is that this house doesn't either. So tell us, what sorts of services do you offer and what is the currency you want to be paid in ?"
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Gilian staggers through the doors as the weight of the travel and wounds comes crashing down on her.
"Good day to you," she says, catching her breath. "We were sent here by the city guards, as we do not really belong here. My guess is that this house doesn't either. So tell us, what sorts of services do you offer and what is the currency you want to be paid in ?"
Gilian is somewhere between Ilona and Solvi. She is more tired than her elven friend, but her deep connection to the earth and spirits of nature gave her the strength needed to pull herself out of the exhaustion.
Duncan tries to take everything in the room, but the sudden change in light and the world almost stuns him for a second, preventing him from seeing any details.
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Gilian staggers through the doors as the weight of the travel and wounds comes crashing down on her.
"Good day to you," she says, catching her breath. "We were sent here by the city guards, as we do not really belong here. My guess is that this house doesn't either. So tell us, what sorts of services do you offer and what is the currency you want to be paid in ?"
Gilian is somewhere between Ilona and Solvi. She is more tired than her elven friend, but her deep connection to the earth and spirits of nature gave her the strength needed to pull herself out of the exhaustion.
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Gilian staggers through the doors as the weight of the travel and wounds comes crashing down on her.
"Good day to you," she says, catching her breath. "We were sent here by the city guards, as we do not really belong here. My guess is that this house doesn't either. So tell us, what sorts of services do you offer and what is the currency you want to be paid in ?"
Gilian is somewhere between Ilona and Solvi. She is more tired than her elven friend, but her deep connection to the earth and spirits of nature gave her the strength needed to pull herself out of the exhaustion.
The person behind the bar blinks and his eyes loose their focus for the moment, but heartbeat later, he answers Gilian's question using fluent Erenlander. "I offer rooms to those in need, food and shelter, and I don't take currency. My guests owe me favors, or some things that have no significance for them, but they are of use to me - such as a tear shed in happiness, a sigh over lost love, a drop of blood; things like that."
Solvistania's voice echoes from the folds of her heavy winter cloak. "That seens a strange way to make a living. How do you survive without currency?"
The man shrugs. "How do you survive in your world? From what I've heard of it, the working currency is the matter of history on the other side."
"Well, so how would you price rooms and food for all of us? That would be a good starting point."
"One table is as good as any other to me". "How about that one over there"?
"Sounds fine by me, although I'm not sure if I quite trust free food."
Loud thumping is heard as a short but heavily armored figure makes his way down the stairs. As he reaches the bottom and takes notice of the group sitting down at the nearby table, he becomes as still as stone. In the glow of the firelight the bearded form of Sorok, looking more like an expertly carved statue by the now grey color of his once ruddy colored skin, stares at his one time companions.
Breaking the illusion of being a statue he speaks in heavily accented traders tongue. "By th' Ancestors, though ye lo 'ere dead."
Loud thumping is heard as a short but heavily armored figure makes his way down the stairs. As he reaches the bottom and takes notice of the group sitting down at the nearby table, he becomes as still as stone. In the glow of the firelight the bearded form of Sorok, looking more like an expertly carved statue by the now grey color of his once ruddy colored skin, stares at his one time companions.
Breaking the illusion of being a statue he speaks in heavily accented traders tongue. "By th' Ancestors, though ye lo 'ere dead."
Raising her head at the sound of steps coming down, Gilian jumps from her chair, running towards the newcommer with a beaming smile.
"Sorok, what are you doing here?"
Halfway through her move, her smile fades and she suddenly stops. "Sorry about that, Sorok, but I have to check something. Can you tell us what were doing when we met?"
Sorok nods to Gillian, letting a small smile show on his features as he responded. "Aye lass, ye always were the cautious one. Wha' I'm doin 'ere is goin to be a long story, as fer to us meetin... Ye were savin me hide and tha o' the Dorn from bein sacrificed to the Dark God by the Orc loving traitor Dorzar." He finishes the sentence by spitting on the ground as if the memory was causing a bad taste to be in his mouth.
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He looks around at the table, noting several faces missing and one new arrival.
"Wha abou' yerself? Seems no' all o' ye made it here."
Solvistania watches the arrival of Sorok, the widening of her eyes the only visible reaction.
"Indeed, ours is a long tale, and filled with gaps in it. Perhaps we can piece together what happened to us by comparing our tales."
A tall Sarcosan man coming down the stairs. He has pale skin and blood red lips of the people seen outside, his long black hair is held by a circlet. His clothing is nice, but of an older style no longer worn. When he reaches the bottom his dark eyes scan the room until he sees the groups table. He smiles and approaches. He looks at Ilona and says,
"An actual Sarcosan, you remind me of someone I knew long ago. Mind if I sit with you?" He looks at the others at the table after asking,"I haven't seen anyone from my homeworld for quite sometime and find myself missing it as I see you all."
Still obviously troubled by something sky notices the arrival of the two new individuals, and gauges his friends reactions. He is as surprised that they seem to know one of the individuals as they are to actually see him...which puts Sky on his guard. What are the chances of running into someone you actually know here...
"Well, that's truly you. Most of us have lost the tracks of each other over the years, but we seem to be drawn together again. There is indeed a lot to talk about, so come and join us."
Turning round, she leads the dwarf to the table and sits back, pecking Duncan on the lips as she goes by.
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The strange man exits the room beneath the staircase, bearing a huge platter full of food. You haven't had the opportunity to eat such a feast in a long time. "Well, there are other guests upstairs, but I guess they are still sleeping. Master Dwarf here is with us for quite some time, and I know that he has an appetite!" He starts to put plates in front of you and mugs of some strange green drink that looks like beer. "So, why are you here? I mean, in Gloomnight?"
"An actual Sarcosan, you remind me of someone I knew long ago. Mind if I sit with you?"
"Careful pal, the lady's spoken for." says the black bird on her shoulder.
"Careful pal, the lady's spoken for." says the black bird on her shoulder.
The man looks at the bird and then laughs, though not quite a mirthful laugh, [b]"That is alright as I am spoken for as well. My name is Tenebral Vyrce."
The man takes some food and drink, but largely lets it sit there for show.
"Careful pal, the lady's spoken for." says the black bird on her shoulder.
Pulling up a nearby chair, Sorok seats himself at the table and grabs food from the platter. After taking a bite out of a hunk of bread he looks over to Muni perched on Ilona's shoulder. Ignoring the conversation with Tenebral, Sorok cuts in.
"Yer as feisty as ever bird. Wha' happened t' yer other half, the smart one?
Duncan silently watches and listens, not completely trusting his senses in this place. He is glad that he sees Sorok again, but is trying to discern the complete truth of the matter. He also takes a long glance at the newcomer Sarcosan.
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Duncan silently watches and listens, not completely trusting his senses in this place. He is glad that he sees Sorok again, but is trying to discern the complete truth of the matter. He also takes a long glance at the newcomer Sarcosan.
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A voice comes from the bottom of the stairs, "Hey Vryce, leave some food for me." The voice then bursts out in laughter as if it has just told the funniest joke it can imagine.
Your eyes turn and see a strange small creature. In front of you stands a short humanoid figure with a bald pate and over-sized nose and ears. The greenish tinge to his skin makes you think of a goblin, but this goblin has four twisted arms instead of two. As you watch, the color seems to ripple and shift over the surface of his skin, making it difficult to keep your eyes focused on him. Forcing yourself to look more closely, you see a multitude of small bottles strapped to his belt and weathered leather straps on both arms and its upper chest.
"Oh, hello. More guests have arrived." Yellowish eyes sweep over the room, looking at each of you in turn, then snapping back to look closer at Muni. A grin full of sharp, little teeth creases its face, tongue licking around the thin lips.
Solvistania nods in greeting to the dwarf Sorok, "It is an honor to be acquainted with you again, Sorok."
When the goblin? (for that is what he certainly looked like although she judged he was mutataed in some way she was not familiar with.
She turns a piercing gaze on him, blood red eyes devouring every detail of this newcomer. "And you would be...?"
Crunk's eyes swivel back to Solvistania. He pauses for a moment, seeming to come to some realization. "Interesting...Oh, I'm Crunk of course. Didn't Vryce tell you about me? He's the boss." The goblin-thing makes his way up to the table eyes darting between Muni and the platter of food. He seems to make a decision snatching a meaty drumstick off the platter and slouches down in a chair, tearing at the meat with his teeth.
"Yer as feisty as ever bird. Wha' happened t' yer other half, the smart one?
"She's on the other side with Ragnar. I'd imagine she'll show back up when he's done bein' dead."
Vyrce gives a snort when Crunk says to leave food for him. "You know already i got this food for you. I don't understand how you pack away so much food for the size you are."
"An actual Sarcosan, you remind me of someone I knew long ago. Mind if I sit with you?""Careful pal, the lady's spoken for." says the black bird on her shoulder.
Ilona's surprise at the man gives way to a welcoming nod, that erupts into a warm chuckle and smile from the beautiful Sarcosan.
"Of course you can sit here, but mind Muni, my love's charged him with protecting me and he's found it a more difficult task than anybody could hope for."
She extends a hand, her grip stronger and more sure than one would ever expect.
"Well met Vryce, I'm Ilona, and my stalwart guardian here is Muni. Don't worry he's likely to do more damage to your ego than your body as long as you're on the right side."
Ilona is undoubtedly touched by Death. Not a feeling of loss or tragedy, nor a malevolent evil, she carries with her a constant sensation of impending violence but also something powerful and intimate. Death seems to hold her in almost a lover's embrace. One of which she is both aware and welcoming.
"Your friend might consider changing his eating habits though."
Ilona's surprise at the man gives way to a welcoming nod, that erupts into a warm chuckle and smile from the beautiful Sarcosan."Of course you can sit here, but mind Muni, my love's charged him with protecting me and he's found it a more difficult task than anybody could hope for."
She extends a hand, her grip stronger and more sure than one would ever expect.
When Ilona grips Vryce's hand it is cold as death.
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As you grip Vryce's hand, a strange look passes briefly past his face and then is gone again. At first you think it was surprise from your strong grip, but it actually reminded you of how someone looks when first smelling food put before them. Though you definitely didn't see him look that way at all at his food before he passed it to the goblin.
Despite that you sense no threat from him.
"Well met Vryce, I'm Ilona, and my stalwart guardian here is Muni. Don't worry he's likely to do more damage to your ego than your body as long as you're on the right side."
Vryce pauses before giving a slight chuckle, "Well, then I like him already."
"Your friend might consider changing his eating habits though."
"I wouldn't waste any worry about that. He tends to eat more than a giant most days. Keeps him from getting cranky."
"She's on the other side with Ragnar. I'd imagine she'll show back up when he's done bein' dead."
"So he fell, too bad. He was a grea' 'elp with a' the forge."
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Ilona shakes Tenebral's hand, oddly enough not reacting as one would expect to his icy grip.
"Well met Vryce, I'm Ilona, and my stalwart guardian here is Muni. Don't worry he's likely to do more damage to your ego than your body as long as you're on the right side. Your friend might consider changing his eating habits though."
Crunk laughs, a short, choppy laugh that almost sounds like he has something caught in his throat, "Guardian? Looks more like a snack. Vryce is right, bet you didn't know us goblins have high metabolisms. So, y'all seem to know the dwarf. What's up with that?"
Duncan respectfully stands up from his seat, offering his hand first to Sorok, saying: "I've been practicing with a forge, old friend,I'm now almost as good as Ragnar was."
Then, turning to the Vryce and his... Crunk, he also extends his hand and says: "I'm very glad that we've found other people from our own world in this shadowy domain. My name is Duncan, and this here would be our leader and my much better half, Gilian."
Always a bit reclusive around strangers...and friends as well for that matter, Sky silently consumes what is placed before him. He seems to still be struggling with some inner conflicts, but it not openly hostile or agitated, just quiet.
Duncan respectfully stands up from his seat, offering his hand first to Sorok, saying: "I've been practicing with a forge, old friend,I'm now almost as good as Ragnar was."
Then, turning to the Vryce and his... Crunk, he also extends his hand and says: "I'm very glad that we've found other people from our own world in this shadowy domain. My name is Duncan, and this here would be our leader and my much better half, Gilian."
Gilian smiles at the kind and loving words of Duncan. "Let's just say I'm the one trying to get all of them to work together."
She stands up once again and moves round the table to shake hands with the two newcomers. While she does that, she looks for vital signs, breath, pulse...
"Sorry, it's a professional habit. I'm also a healer, so if you have any issues with your health, please let me know."