"Friend of yours, Dorne?"
Arloric's good eye blinks in surprise as more people approach the bar.
"Tavern's getting quite crowded."
He smiles a bit at Darya's comment.
"Sometimes a bond you share through the blood of battle's stronger than the waters of the womb. Apart from Crocris, you lot are all I really have for a family. Only ones who understood...that..."
Aberus greets Arthur as he takes his place at the table, "Arthur, this is Merlin. Merlin, please meet my good friend Arthur, orator and scholar extraordinaire!"
Arthur hesitates in surprise "My friend, you are too kind!"
Shifting his gaze to the young Half-Elf, Arthur reaches out a hand in greeting "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. As Aberus has informed you, I am a scholar and orator, but I assure you, he is the extraordinary one."
Though Aberus had only recently come to Kenabres, he had already proved crucial in much of Arthur's research. The cleric's knowledge of the divine and fluency in both abyssal and celestial aided him immensely. Arthur was most impacted by how his friend treated others, however. He was so very quick to forgive and willing to sacrifice for those around him.
Arthur's thoughts transition to the present as he shakes Merlin's hand.
"You seem awfully young, well, for a Half-Elf, that is. What brings you to the Worldwound?"
Losvarlinth picked her way through the crowded tavern, and found a place at the bar next to a gaunt, disheveled human having a conversation with a tiefling with pale ivory skin, red lips, white eyes, and a beautiful set of horns that curved down and over the back her head.
A cup of hot black tea, please she said to the barman.
As she settled down on the stool, she caught the tail-end of the conversation between the man and the girl with the beautiful horns.
and as for religion... the gods exist but they are picky on who they help...
I certainly hope that is not true... she said absently
"Ithilwen! Is good to see you again. I did not know you know Alexa Dorne. The world is small, no?"
The Keleshite engulfs the dark skinned elf in a wide embrace.
"Do you also know Brother Miles, mighty warrior in training. He is growing arms to match his eyes."
Bahram indicates the boy as the embrace breaks.
"How is Ithilwen. How goes your fight?"
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Adriala noticed the new arrival and smiled. flex raised his head and examined the woman. It is for me... the gods don't seem to notice me. I've tried religion, but none of them truly rang for me. I can see you are the opposite. The gods love you, or at least the one that matters to you.
Adriala finished her wine and flicked her tail. My patron isn't a god. it's something more... mysterious.
"Indeed, she has and she does, my lady. May your light be a guide to others." He paused for a moment, then continued, "And may I add, I wish that I had your gift for words. You are most welcome to join us if you wish, though I understand if you have other matters that keep you."
At the table next to him, the aasimar left to join the Keleshite, and an absolutely stunning paladin--What else could she be? he figured--with flame-red hair. Another aasimar? Only in Kenabres. He couldn't tell which deity, though, and finally figured her for serving an empyreal lord. With that sword, probably Ragathiel. It was a little unusual. You couldn't turn around in this city without bumping into a follower of Abadar, Sarenrae, or Iomedae (for better or for worse). Same could be said for Shelyn and Torug. The others, though, were less common, and empyreal lords less common still. But, no one with a crusading spirit was turned away. It's not like they could afford to be picky, anyway.
Aberus couldn't help but stare briefly, then snapped back to the present when he heard Arthur speaking to Merlin. Whatever conversation was going to happen there with the lady in black would have to wait, it seemed. Or maybe the moment had passed. It didn't matter; what would happen would happen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a thin, dark-skinned woman join them as he turned his attention to Arthur.
"...but I assure you, he is the extraordinary one," Arthur was saying. Aberus acknowledged the compliment with a slight bow of his head, and listened as Arthur asked the half-elf what brought him here.
"My apologies. I had assumed your entity was of the divine nature, as that seems to be the prevalence here."
Cyril, discreetly pulls out a small vial from within the folds of his clothing and pours a small amount into his drink. Anyone nearby can hear a slight sizzling and smell something a bit fruity.
"And you would be?" he asks the newcomer before downing his glass in one swift motion.
Ithilwen has the tenderest of smiles for Miles as the boy stares at her flowing, silvery hair. She usually keeps it gathered in a braid in situations when combat was a possibility, but being Armasse, she made an exception.
"We've... stumbled upon each other from time to time after some debriefings" she tactfully answers Bahram in a heavily accented Common once her petite frame has been freed from the vigorous embrace. One look at the hopeful boy is enough for her to question the wisdom of bringing up the topic of their perilous escape.
"Let me see those arms, Miles" she says, half-jokingly flexing her own biceps. "It's already bigger than mine! I wouldn't want to meet you in a fight, that's for sure!" Her form slender even for an half-elf, this innocent lie takes very little effort on her part – to the point one could very well call it a truth.
"The fight goes... well, though I'm still not trusted enough to be sent too deep into the Worldwound. Though I've actually overheard talks about the three of us being sent on a mission together shortly. Care for some friendly competition? Lowest kill-count buys a round?" she asks enticingly.
Pushing into Defender's Heart, Uriel stops just past the bouncer to survey the tavern. He scans back and forth, gold-irised eyes taking in the scene. Crowded, but that's to be expected on Armasse. he thought. He had been here many times, growing up in Kenabres. He scratched at his short coppery hair, looking for a good seat. Noticing that the flame-haired woman at the bar carried a sword that could be a twin to his own, he made his way over to take a seat close by. "May the General's eyes fall upon you, my lady." he said, offering a greeting traditional to Ragathiel's worshippers.
The door of the Defender's Heart swings open suddenly, and a woman decked out in full armor strides in. The handle of a hammer peeks over her back while a longsword rests at her hip. As she enters the tavern, the woman draws a quarter-length of the blade to reveal the glistening, naked steel as she calls out, "Hail, brothers and sisters of the Crusade! May your blades taste demon-flesh and your spirits hold true when your chance for glory comes!" She slams the blade back into the scabbard and begins making her way around the bar, greeting all of the waitresses and other staff by name and asking after their families.
The smile that the woman carries on her earthen-colored face is interrupted by a jagged, white scar extending from below her right ear to the line of her jaw on the opposite side. Anyone familiar with the anatomy of the common demon would instantly recognize them as claw marks.
After making her rounds greeting some of the taverns other regular patrons, the young woman makes her way to the bar, where she orders a tankard of "the usual, thanks," and leans an elbow against the counter while she waits. As she stands there, she finally notices the crowds gathered on either side of her.
"Darya! Always glad to see my fellow women-in-arms! How have you been? You be careful of Dragz here, alright? He's a good fella, but he likes to think he can outdrink Cayden Cailean." She prods the half-orc in the ribs jokingly. Her laughter dies almost instantly, however, as she looks over and spots the young woman standing next to a boy with dark hair and freckles. A sad expression passes over her features momentarily before she resumes her jest with Darya and Dragz.
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The Assamir walked into the bar, having taken longer to find it then he had ever wished. It wasn't that he didn't know where it was, but the city was so big, and glorious with all of the Temples and Paladins that were walking around.
Folding his wings carefully when he entered the tavern he heard voices that he hadn't heard in what seemed like ages. Dragz! Darya! How long has it been since last we three have been in the same room?! Walking over to the two he was careful not to jostle anyone with the wings, the impotent things were something more or less nonfunctional, ever since that night. It had been a black night at that, he couldn't remember why he was even there to start with.
Sitting in a seat reversed so as to leave room for both drawing a weapon and his wings he smiled, "Ragathiel must be watching us this day, after all its Just Vengeance that we made it out, and alive.Tell me you two, how have you been? I saw you both around, but wasn't sure if you wanted to fight along side me after what happened, some rather forget than to look the tragedy deep in its soul. The lads voice so full of words and function started slipping as the Last of the Wizard ebbed away, and he shook himself, "Me sorry, mind not, always working right. Can still swing sword, and fight evil though.
While waiting for Merlin's reply, Aberus spotted Adriala across the room. He hadn't noticed when she came in, which said something about how much busier the Heart had become in just the last few minutes.
There are tieflings and then there are Tieflings. Adriala was one of the latter, and she was the complete package: hooves, horns that curved down over the back of her head, ivory skin, white eyes, and impossibly red lips. She was so thoroughly a tiefling that she had been abandoned in Cheliax. It was no surprise that she ended up here. Kenabres was one of only a handful of civilized places on Golarion where she could freely walk the streets without fear of being burned. What was surprising that she had lived long enough to make it here.
Aberus had gotten to know her over the past several months. She defied nearly every stereotype there was about tieflings with the main exception being, of course, her appearance. (And, there was also that other matter that he had learned about her, but given this city's history and the unpredictability of Iomedae's more zealous followers, he was not letting on about that with anyone, even if he suspected they already knew.) She spent a great deal of time assisting the local healers, something that Aberus deeply respected. She was also quite cheerful, in stark contrast to her appearance.
I Slowly enter the bustling Tavern, not realizing why it is so busy. I look around the room slow taking it all in, a nervous look coming across my face but I clear it quickly. I put my head down eyes half hooded so as to not draw attention to their liquid golden colour.
I attempt to make my way across the tavern without drawing much attention
As I make my way across the room I bump into a Patron spilling their drink.
I am so sorry Ser, I was distracted by all the goings on in the Tavern tonight, I will buy you a new drink. My hand slips into my pocket pulls out a few silver pieces and hands them over. I move on just as quick. I find a spot up along the bar and order a drink for myself and some food, I slowly survey the bar, pulling some sticks out of my hair as I do.
Merlin fumbles his quiet response to the elven lady.
I don't know any dawn flower? I just feel...I don't know, just drawn to that symbol.
Standing awkwardly, shaking the frail-looking man's hand, Merlin bows to both men.
I..err...nice to meet you, sir. I am Merlin. I have lived here my entire 16 years, although I have just recently spent the last year in the military.
Arberus smiles as Merlin responds to the elven woman and then to Arthur, and says "Sarenrae is the Dawnflower, good friend, and you are drawn to her light.
"But tell us, how is it you came to the military at your age?" He then holds up a finger and quickly adds, "Hold that thought for a second."
Aberus nudges Arthur in the ribs gently, points to the aasimars across the room and remarks quietly, "Look, Arthur: 'Three aasimars walk into a bar...'" He then frowns briefly as he spots the fourth. "Never mind."
Aberus turns back to Merlin. "I'm sorry, good Merlin. Please, go ahead."
how much it pains me to remember... Dragz looks into the distance. the bartender droped the tankard of beer and whisky in front of dragz. he looked at it sullenly and sighed.
Arloric frowns as Dragz drops his mug.
"Oh, Dragz, forgive me!" he says, offering the big man a hug.
"I sure as the cycle didn't mean it that way!"
Looking desperately to change the subject, he turns to Ithilwen.
"Lowest kill-count buys around, eh? I'll probably win THAT competition. My uncle's been keeping me busy with Truestone Park! Haven't left the city in, over two months. Red-Branch hates being cooped up in the Park like that."
Merlin's face springs confusion. He shakes his head in denial.
I know nothing of religion. I have never really been...err...educated properly. Oh, I did learn my letters while working in the smithy. My master made me.
Looking slightly crest-fallen, Merlin looks at both of his table-mates.
My Master isn't here anymore. He was killed while out hunting for metals by a band of monsters!
His face grows more somber.
It was my job to find them for him. I just know metal, I guess. He died a month after I left.
Merlin then looks at them with slight astonishment.
I am almost 17 winters. I may have lied about my age when they asked. I just really needed to...err...disappear for a bit.
"...I think I might have you beat, Arloric." Alexa's eyes flicker over to the tiefling druid. "Haven't slain any demons so far."
Miles playfully flexes his scrawny muscles to try and impress Ithilwen, grinning like a fool. A piece of breaded halo is hanging out of his mouth.
Adriala noticed the new arrival and smiled. flex raised his head and examined the woman. It is for me... the gods don't seem to notice me. I've tried religion, but none of them truly rang for me. I can see you are the opposite. The gods love you, or at least the one that matters to you.
Adriala finished her wine and flicked her tail. My patron isn't a god. it's something more... mysterious.
Losvarlinth looked down at the tabard, then at Adriala. You mean this?she said as she touched the tabard. I don’t think I’ve been noticed, but I’m trying.
"My apologies. I had assumed your entity was of the divine nature, as that seems to be the prevalence here."
Cyril, discreetly pulls out a small vial from within the folds of his clothing and pours a small amount into his drink. Anyone nearby can hear a slight sizzling and smell something a bit fruity.
"And you would be?" he asks the newcomer before downing his glass in one swift motion.
I apologize; my name is Losvarlinth
…and you are?
Kelly turns at a familiar voice. She stands up on the stool to return Baleon's hug, almost forgetting the large knife in her hand.
She greets Luciana, Arloric and Darya in turn as they come in. "It's good to see you all." She looks around nervously at the growing crowd. "Maybe we could get a booth or something? I mean if you want..." she trails off.
The door of the Defender's Heart swings open suddenly, and a woman decked out in full armor strides in….
Losvarlinth watches as the armored woman moves through the crowd.
is that?......It can’t be, can it?
So many people...
Cyril uncomfortably shifts in his seat, as if every patron in the bar were after his little concoctions that he carried around with him.
"I'm Cyril Hastings Alderford,but for your convenience you may refer to me as Cyril."
He offers her some of the food he has ordered.
"Tell me, where do you stand on the issue of having hooves like our friend here." he motions to Adriala. "I believe they would be convenient and possibly superior. To be perfectly frank I wouldn't mind the horns either."
Arthur hears Aberus start a joke as he draws his attention to a gathering of aasimar at the bar, "Nevermind."
Arthur responds with a hearty laugh.
Aberus rolls his eyes at Arthur and continues the conversation "I'm sorry, good Merlin. Please, go ahead."
Hearing Merlin's story, Arthur's face softens.
"If anyone understands the struggle of losing a loved one, as you have, it is Aberus and I" Arthur says as he rests a hand on the young man's shoulder. "I grew up on the streets never having known my parents, and Aberus' father died when he was young, leaving behind a grief-stricken home. We both found a way to better ourselves despite our histories through our faiths." Arthur looked Merlin in the eyes. "I think that's where you are right now."
Arthur saw much of his young self in the Half-Elf. The pain, loss, and confusion he saw in the boy's eyes were all too familiar to him. Whatever his path, Irori, guide his steps.
Arthur smiled "But I'm rambling again, I apologize, we have an Armasse to celebrate!"
"...I think I might have you beat, Arloric." Alexa's eyes flicker over to the tiefling druid. "Haven't slain any demons so far."
Miles playfully flexes his scrawny muscles to try and impress Ithilwen, grinning like a fool. A piece of breaded halo is hanging out of his mouth.
"Heh. Neither have I."
He snickers a bit at Miles' posturing.
"You and Miles are lucky. Too many here are denied a childhood. A real childhood."
His expression falls a bit. He fingers his eyepatch a bit.
"Yes, it's a tragedy I imagine most of the city knows all too well." Alexa ruffles Miles' hair, causing the boy to flail about and shoot her an annoyed look.
"Still, it's yet another reason to do all we can to stem the tides of darkness from beyond our borders: so the children of this city may live without fear."
Or so Prelate Hulrun would have me think. I imagine it helps him sleep at night.
Arloric doesn't notice Alexa's bitterness.
"You have the right of it. Though how much of a childhood one can have living on the edge of reality's bleeding, broken injury. Demons don't care how old you are. All they care about is corrupting and hurting and killing. Perhaps it's good that we haven't yet ridden out to fight ourselves yet. Too many fight these things only to end up like them. Kind of like that affair a few years ago with that Staunton Vhane guy. Fights for us for years, and it turns out he was trying to sabotage us from within. Thank the Gods the Eagle Watch was there to stop him."
He sips his mead and his hand shifts down to the hilt of the sword hanging at his belt.
Merlin smiles at Arthur as he speaks.
Thank you, Arthur. I appreciate the understanding.
Turning to Aberus, he shy asks, I would like to learn about...this...err..Sarenrae? I think that she speaks to me through metal somehow?
Merlin blushes a bit before continuing.
I mean to say that in the last year, I have been able to...do things. I really don't understand it!
"Hmm. Didn't hear much about that." Alexa looks back down at Miles. "I was too busy with other affairs."
Miles' expression turns apologetic and distant.
Over Hearing everyone relating to their loss of parents I pipe up
I lost my parents too, they died during the last crusade. We held a home still in the World Wound but close enough to the border of Mendev. I barely escaped with the help of a few other Crusaders that were staying at our lodging.
I duck my head back down and start to eat my dinner, pulling my ruck sack around and rummaging through it. I pull out a journal and scribe a few things. I drop a older map of Sarkoris, i get off my stool and pick it back up quickly, adding an X to an unmarked location on the map.
"And his wings shield you from harm." Darya replies raising her glass in response to the greeting. "Iomenna, good to see you too!" she says flashing the fierce woman a grin.
Noticing the old borders on the map makes Arloric curious.
"May I see that map...Miss?"
I look around, slowly opening my journal back up, I pull the map out and spread it out on the table. It is an ancient map of Sarkoris, prior to the opening of the World Wound.
It is all I have left to be able to find my old house. There are a few of these left that show the old country.
I lower my hood and let my hair down, my dark black hair with pure white high lights is on contrast to my golden eyes. I look over at Arloric
Do you have any knowledge of Sarkoris?
Baleon turns at Luciana's greeting. Smiling, he claps her on the shoulder and clasps her hand.
"That means it's been too long." He says with a chuckle. He steps back, nodding.
"You look like you've been on patrol. Or have you been traveling?"
"Well today, I've just been helping with security for the festival - Watch were hiring extra help and I'm kinda broke at the moment. Mostly just hauling drunks off before they cause trouble. Mostly." she idly rubbed the knuckles on one hand.
"Been in Nerosyan the last few years, though; yet another paladin in town now."
She turned to Kelly at her mention of getting a booth. "Well, I'd rather stay sitting now that I'm comfortable, but whatever's cool with you guys." She was seeming a bit distracted, though, thanks to Darya's arrival. The taller woman had always been able to catch Luci's eye (then again; that applied to just about any attractive woman who crossed her path - if the waitresses weren't so blatant, her head would be on a swivel).
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Just in case there weren't enough jokes already walking around the Defenders Heart another young woman slips in from the back door. Any hopes of a quiet entry however were stifled the moment another patron looked at her however. Silence is catching, disdain is contagious and drow have a tendency to inspire both. It starts with a waitress who catches Siobhan's eye across a table and spreads across most of the room in seconds, the only significant exception being the large bunch of mixed characters at the bar.
Well at least they don't seem to mind. There's actually others like me! Shaking her hair forward to cover her face in a practiced motion she sets off across the bar, trying to avoid notice. As she walks past a mercenary with a huge open scar across his forehead she lightly drags her hand across his shoulder, leaving the scar to close itself in her wake. It doesn't stop the mercenary glaring at her, but one of his companions on the table eyes her with a more considerate look after that.
By the time Siobhan has crossed the, extremely crowded, floor attention has moved back to drink, food and the sight of a burly dwarf roaring for "A booket, a booket, for the love of Torag where's the water booket?" Siobhan meanwhile reaches the loud group of adventurers, managing to squeeze herself in between a small boy who is consuming breaded halo's at a rate of knots, and a short woman with a long tail which brushes up Siobhan's leg seemingly of its own accord.
Looking round she sees a familiar face, a boy who'd actually been kind to her last time she visited his master's shop. "Hi Merlin..." she manages before a hacking cough forces its way up from inside and she doubles over, the bumps of her spine showing up through the skin as she gasps for air.
This wasn't the first impression I was hoping for...
"And his wings shield you from harm." Darya replies raising her glass in response to the greeting. "Iomenna, good to see you too!" she says flashing the fierce woman a grin.
Uriel nodded, smiling. Always good to meet another of Grandfather's cult he mused. Motioning a nearby waitress over, he ordered his usual, the mushroom soup and a stout. He was careful not to look below the woman's chin. Not that he did not fancy an attractive woman, the red-haired warrior beside him was stunning, but he had always found the cheap tactics of such waitresses puerile, and generally an attempt to distract patrons from subpar fare. Defender's Heart did not have that problem, at least, but he would still rather deal with women who respected themselves enough not to offer themselves on platters for a few extra coppers. I shouldn't judge, I suppose, since I cannot know what their lives are like. Perhaps they have hungry mouths to feed at home. he thought, making a mental note to tip well regardless.
Bahram stands firm as he is jostled by ever more bodies filling the bar
"Tavern is busy tonight. Many loud characters, shouting vengeance to the world."
He eyes the paladins in the room warily
"Another lesson brother Miles, keep blade sleeping until ready to feed it."
tossing a breaded ring into the air with a flick of his wrist he catches it deftly in his mouth with a soft crunch.
So, Arloric Dziergas Highbough friend of Alexa Dorne, you speak of much in your clumsy language, but say little. What has brought you all together this night as friends?"
Aberus listened quietly as Arthur spoke of their respective pasts and how their lives had changed.
When he was a lot younger, he carried his anger and grief pretty openly, using it as a weapon or an excuse as he saw fit. He acted out, he got into fights, and it was all because this awful thing had happened to him and the way he had been forced to live. Eventually, he grew up. Everyone out here knew loss in some fashion, most of them directly. There was not a single person in all of Mendev that hadn't lost someone close to them at some point, or known someone who had. The Crusades touched everyone. That's what he came to learn. He was embarrassed by his behavior now, and certainly far from proud of it, but that path had led him to where he was.
Merlin expressed an interest in learning more about Sarenrae, but then he said something very curious. "I think that she speaks to me through metal somehow?"
Aberus considered this for a moment, trying to make sense of it. Then Merlin continued, adding "I have been able to...do things. I really don't understand it," and it clicked into place.
He sat forward and considered Merlin. He was young. He had no formal education by his own admission. He felt a spiritual call or connection that was mostly symbolic. He was manifesting powers of some sort which he didn't understand, and possibly felt he couldn't control. Aberus was mentally checking these items off of a list.
"Young Merlin, that call you feel may not be Sarenrae, alone. Certainly, the steel you speak of is that of the scimitar, her chosen weapon for fighting the evil in this world, but I think there is more to what is happening to you than that."
Merlin took this in and appeared ready to respond when a woman's voice carried above the din.
"Hello, Merlin."
Aberus looked up to see another half-elf, this one a drow, approaching their table. The third one this evening, I think. I may get to make that joke yet. Then she started hacking and coughing, doubling over in front of them, and Aberus instantly regretted having the thought.
He waited for her to compose herself--she looked mortified by what had just happened--and then offered her the empty seat at their table. "Please join us, and your friend, my lady."
Flashing a dazzling grin as more old friends arrive and she notices others, Darya orders more food. "Luci it's been a couple of years at least hasn't it?" she asks, smiling at the tiefling. This Armasse was looking to be one of the best in recent years if the conglomeration of her favorite people was any indication.
Flashing a dazzling grin as more old friends arrive and she notices others, Darya orders more food. "Luci it's been a couple of years at least hasn't it?" she asks, smiling at the tiefling. This Armasse was looking to be one of the best in recent years if the conglomeration of her favorite people was any indication.
"Yeah, just finished my training as a paladin," she replied, looking a touch smug. "Don't let anybody say that Paladins of Lymnieris skimp on training new recruits, though; I think I've even built up some muscle on my tail."
The festival had a way of bringing out the talented, the beautiful, and the driven, and the latest addition was no exception; supernally lovely, the young golden-haired woman had a clear sort of confident, easygoing manner that marked her as another of the not-quite-human panoply. The lack of arms and armor painted her as neither a warrior nor a priestess by trade. In spite of her attractive me in, though, her bearing seemed somewhat different. Not as lascivious as the waitresses - a sort of refreshingly forthright, bright, sunny appearance, dressed in her simple garb and clearly enjoying the festivities.
A moment's surveying of the room brings her attention to the raven-haired tiefling paladin, and with an almost skipping gait she over quickly to join that woman by her table. "Luci!" she says with a smile. "It's been, what two years? Three? Mind if I join you?"
"Azura, hey!" she replied, getting up to give the aasimar a proper hug. "Gods, it's been too long; how have you been?"
"Bright as always!" she says with a smile and a hug. "Oof! Hey, you got stronger!" She steps back and gives her friend a searching eye. "You finally went through with it, huh? Good for you!"
"Well, I'll admit; some of the other recruits certainly gave me some... 'incentive'." she said before laughing, though the twinkle in her eye made it quite clear what she'd meant by that last word.
"Just don't squeeze too hard. Ooh! Hey! Can you lift me up? I bet running around in armor and waving a sword makes that easy!" Azura says with a happy smile. "Later, though. Who are your other friends?"
Luci made an apologetic expression as she pulled her arms back, though kept one around Azura's waist. "Well; Baleon, Kelly and Darya are the three I know the best. Guys; this is Azura Celestine, a good friend of mine."
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"Close mouth brother miles. Catching flies."
"I can see that." Darya says with a grin giving Luciana an appraising look. I almost pity the poor bastart who thinks thay have an easy time sparring with you.....almost."
Turning to look at the newcomer, for a fraction of a second Darya just blinks. Even in this room currently filled with the exemplary physical specimens touched by the supernatural, Azura's entrance is like the sun coming out from behind a stray cloud on an already beautiful day.
"Nice to meet you Azura."
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Alexa suppresses a snicker when she sees Miles ogling all the pretty women in the tavern. "Miles. Please, stop staring." She whispers in his ear.
It doesn't exactly get through to him. Between Azura, Darya, Luciana and the several half-drow, Alexa isn't really that surprised.
He's going to be dreaming about this night for the next couple of weeks, isn't he?
*ahem* "Yes, a pleasure, Miss Azura. My name is Alexa Dorne. And THIS--" She jostles the star-struck twelve-year old boy sitting next to her. "--is Miles, my youngest brother. Sorry about him staring--he's apparently only just reached puberty."
"I can see that." Darya says with a grin giving Luciana an appraising look. I almost pity the poor bastart who thinks thay have an easy time sparring with you.....almost."
Turning to look at the newcomer, for a fraction of a second Darya just blinks. Even in this room currently filled with the exemplary physical specimens touched by the supernatural, Azura's entrance is like the sun coming out from behind a stray cloud on an already beautiful day.
"Nice to meet you Azura."
"Surprising how many people thing a small tiefling girl won't be any trouble. Guess they get stuck in the idea that good-looking girls can't fight. You'd probably have had a field day."
She couldn't help but smile at her reaction to Azura - she tended to have that effect on people and it was always a joy to watch the reactions she could cause just by walking into a room.