"Well I hope you are ready for anything, lady. There are a lot of jerks in this world." Her words come out like venom as she sits on Maldreks lap, fuming again at being ignored. "Is it because Im short or something? Hmph!" She puts her elbow down on Maldreks arm again, this time a little hard.
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Where are my manners today? Hello there, I'm sorry but I'm somewhat tired from the trip and lack of sleep, I'm sorry I missed you. Is he yours? Pharasma be! What a lovely couple you two make!
What truly powerful bond they must have, to be with each other in spite of their differences, how fantastic!
She looks up at Maldrek. "Oh us? Together? Nah, he is just fascinating and I like to sit on him. He is warm like me. And he smells nice." She giggles and looks up at Maldrek with a smile and pats his arm gently. "I like him, though!" She giggles again, more cutesy and girly, like she just told the woman a juicy secret.
She hears what Maldrek requests shortly after stating her feelings. "Oh sure! Watch this!"
She hops down with her little cup and takes some of the alcohol in her mouth. As soon as she starts to spit it out of her mouth, it catches and a blast of fire bursts forth from her mouth. "Thats not it either!" She produces flames from her hand and shoots them at their faces, but when they hit, it feels cool to the touch. She giggles and pulls gently on Maldreks tail to get back up. "Please?"
The barkeep is hard-pressed to keep up with the slew of new drink orders but manages with a bit of help from the waitstaff. Due to his prodigious skill at reading people (or maybe a bit of magic in the bar), everyone receives exactly the drink they most desired - even if they never stated their preference.
The newcomer glides in. Not exactly looking around as he comes up to the barkeep and orders his drinks.
"It' being a long road and the spirits to be urge me to drink to quench my thirst. So any news you care to share?"
Wrapping his tail around Allie he returns her to his lap. "That was a marvelous trick, I wish I had the skill of gramyr."
The bartender passes you a glass glowing with faerie fire. "Well, Eva's boy's gone missin' again, and of course there's the Festival tomorrow. Not that you'd care about any of that of course. We don't see many with eyes like yours around here." He stares knowingly at you, waiting for a response.
Starts blushing abundantly at her mistaken assumption. Also begins to notice the many short persons here, some she had taken for children, dirty children in one case.
Finishes sewing her second swirl, raises it to inspect it closely, attempting to hide her burning face. Deeming the work acceptable, she begins a third.
This one falls near an old white swirl, almost grey with time. Noticing the mark, her face darkens, a frown forms on her face. Shaking it off, she orders another drink.
She hums happily. "Gramyr? Whats that?" She goes on humming, painting pictures in the air of the people she has met in fire. Once each is done, she sends it dancing in the air around the tavern.
"Not too bad, if I say so myself!" She giggles as she sends the one of Maldrek through his face, giggling. It then proceeds to dance above his head.
When she finishes. she sends the one of Vashti dancing around her body. "Pretty? Do you like them?"
Thorn snickers guessing the barkeeper to be making fun of him as usual.
"Eva's boy gone missing? Not sure if I've seen him outside or so but then you know me, always outside and seldom inside. I see you remember my favourite drink. My thanks.
I'm only here for the festival and after that I'll stay outside once more since I tend to make people uncomfortable. Also the spirits tell me that you have spiced potatos? Could I have a plate of that too please?"
"Hey lady, whats that you're making? Can you teach me?" She looks with interested eyes as she sews. "Mom used to do that..."
@Thorn:
The barkeep chuckles as he pulls an already-prepared plate of spiced potatoes from behind the bar. "Just waiting for you to ask."
She hums happily. "Gramyr? Whats that?" She goes on humming, painting pictures in the air of the people she has met in fire. Once each is done, she sends it dancing in the air around the tavern.
"Not too bad, if I say so myself!" She giggles as she sends the one of Maldrek through his face, giggling. It then proceeds to dance above his head.
When she finishes. she sends the one of Vashti dancing around her body. "Pretty? Do you like them?"
They are wonderful, so beautiful!
Mouth a gap in wonderment more suited to a child than a person of her age.Also, , yay festival!
Thorn tucks into one of the best foods he had in his life. This was what he came back for as the hot spiced potatos slide down his gut washing it down with a good pull of ale.
Ahh that hit the spot.
Leaning back, he observes the tavern and the people in it.
"Busy and crowded eh? All here for the festival."
"The art of magic, that is. I had always envied those with the knack for it."
She smiles at the admiration. "Thanks! And your sewing is gorgeous as well! Please teach me!" She smiles and draws swirls of colored fire in the air, making them blue, red, white, and orange.
She turns to Maldrek. "Well, you have a certain magic about you." She smiles at him, a very kind and warm smile. "Im sure you have magic inside you somewhere!"
"Hey lady, whats that you're making? Can you teach me?" She looks with interested eyes as she sews. "Mom used to do that..."
This is my scarf, my great grandmother stitched it together from bits and pieces of old blankets, clothing and such.
She taught me, that each scarf tells a story of the person wearing it, some of my family have their entire lives stitched into one, bit by bit. Some tell the tale of a family, some tell of great deeds, and some secret things unknown but to a few.
Mine...well it tells a story of my deeds. Each swirl is a symbol of Pharasma, my god. The gold is for each child I have help bring into the world.
There are many small gold swirls.
The silver are the dead I have laid to rest, some family, some friends, a few I never knew but did right by.
There are fewer of these, but still, quite a lot.
Face darkens, she frowns deeply, pain clear in her eyes and face.
The white...those...those are...the ones I had to...put back in the ground.
There are only a small handful of those, the stitching in each, exacting and precise.
"Oh how interesting! Its beautiful." She touches it softly, with delicate hands. "I paint a bit, but nothing as elaborate as this is. I do want to learn! Will you teach me? The needle seems too big though..."
I would love to, bright spot, but i should warn you, I'm only passable.
At best. I would not worry about the needle, only the time you are willing to put into it. If these hands can do it, you will be fine.
Shows her hands, large, calloused and cracked.
She looks at her hands. "Oh that's nothing compared to my sisters. Some fey tried to kill her... She almost died..." She looks at her sister for a moment, to make sure she was still there. "But all went well and she stayed with us, thank the gods!"
Percy has been quietly listening and drinking this whole time. At the mention of her name she perks up and says, Huh?
"Ya didn't mention that. Now that sounds like a story. Why would fey wanna off yas?" Hobbes adds.
Coming away with a small amount of coin, Erika smiles merrily and slips back into the tavern. That's what I'm talking about! I knew I hadn't lost the knack.
She moves back into the bar and nearly bumps into Thorn in her excitement. "Oh pardon me, sir. I didn't see you there."
Sigrun shakes her head at the arrogant man, deciding that she simply wants to enjoy a few drinks and a good meal.
"Barkeep, some food if you will!" she says greeting the others around her.
"Ya didn't mention that. Now that sounds like a story. Why would fey wanna off yas?" Hobbes adds.
Percy trembles at the memory and simply says, No idea. I was young. I couldn't understand their chittering Sylvan dialect. My Father might know, but he never told me. She holds up her arms and examines them again. Left me with a present, though. She concentrates on her arms and the edges of the cracks in her charred black skin start to glow like embers. They left me with a bit of my sister's talent for fire.
Hobbes listens intently. "Well whateva doesn't kill yas right?" He says with a slight smile. "So what kind of things can ya do, besides be gorgeous?" He signals the bartender for another drink.
Percy blushes a bit at the compliment. My best abilities are a bit more... Subtle... than Allie's. I inspire your swings, turn opponents weapons red hot at the handle, etc. And I'm really hard to hurt. As you said, whatever doesn't kill you. I generally stand in front of my sister while she turns whatever we don't like to ash. It's the most wonderful arrangement, really.
And what of you. Why should I swoon over Hobbes the Halfling? her voice starts to dance as she turns her charm up again. The drink is doing its work, and Percy is coming out of her disfigured shell, or starting to.
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The swarthy man in the back, finally finishes his fruit and bread. Hearing the red-head gnome mention fire, he looks at her closely, speaking in his thick Kelish accent.
"Where I come from, red hair is a sign of wonder, to be touched by the Dawnflower herself. That and your ability to manipulate the holy fire, must mean you are of the Faith, is that not so little one?" he nods at her knowingly, and gives a little half bow hands pressed together at his chest.
"Well besides my charming poisonality.." He smiles, "and my moiscles.." with a flex, "I have a well payin' profession. I extoiminate voimin fer a livin."
Feeling someone bump into him Thorn looks back and see a lithe female.
He grins.
"It's no problem at all. Take a seat" Pating an empty place beside him.
"First time here?" Noting her excitment.
He shifts so that his question might draw in the other woman (Sigrun Jagrsdottir) who's seat is right beside him too on the other side.
"Shall we trade stories perhaps?"
Percy makes a face if trepidation, as if she is not sure how she should respond to such a statement. What kind of "vermin"? I practically grew up in the woods, so I'm not sure what people in bigger towns think of as pests...
"Well mostly just rats and boigs. And usuallys just when theys overrunning a place. Havin too many rats in one place is bad fer the err ecosystem."
She smiles at him, liking the attention of the Kelish man. "Oh but of course! Why, such followers are quite gifted in several ways, I being gifted with the flames of the morning sun. What are your gifts, kind man?" She giggles, smiling brightly at the man and drawing the symbol of an angel surrounded by sun with light, dawn colored fire, sending it his way.
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"I am but a humble servant of the Dawnflower. When her judgement calls those of evil intent to be punished, I am her strong right arm. Enforcement of her mandates is my calling, and I do her work willingly for I too have the purifying fire at my call. All blessing from her Sun." he makes another small bow, his thick accent making him a little hard to understand.
"The users of arcane magic to twist the beauty of our world unnaturally are my enemies and the enemies of all of the Faith. Those of evil intent should be wary, for judgement is near."
His eyes alight with a zealot's fire, perhaps a little too intense for polite conversation, but he quickly regains his manners, bowing again to the fiery gnome lass.
"But, I forget myself, little one. Tell me how She has blessed you with your powers over the Healing Flames?"
She smiles again, her hands Returning to her mug. "One night, I had a wonderful dream. I was basked in sunlight, the day just beginning and the world beginning to stir. As I rubbed my eyes, a small dawn flower opened right at my feet. I heard a beautiful, pure voice tell me that I was needed to help those in pain, those suffering with illness and blight. That is when she gifted me with my goat, Gruff. He came to me as only a kid, and we began our journey together." She smiled and her eyes glaze, as if remembering a fond moment. "How about you, good sir? How did she call you forth?"
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"Truly, thou art one of the specially touched. It is my great honor to meet thee. I did not hope to meet one of the Faithful in this heathen land, let alone one so blessed. I pledge my blade to thy protection while we are together, my lady. " He makes the small bow again, awe growing as he speaks to you.
"I am from a warrior clan on the Plains. My people worship the Dawnflower, and brook no heresy, or other faiths. My education in the Temple sharpened my faith until it was sharp as the edge of a scimitar blade, and the Goddess delivered me her gifts as a sign of her favor. I do not question these gifts, but use them to their great effect against the Faithless and Corrupt."
"I am honored to meet one so Sun-Touched as thyself. Please do but ask and I will serve thee as I am able." He comes to stand near to Allie, in a protective and servile manner.
"I thank you for your protection, and I know because of our Goddess, you will keep it, no matter what befalls us. You are a kind and noble man, and a very pious one at that." She takes a moment to bow and listen to his story. She produces the scimitar by her side. "I can relate. This beautiful scimitar was crafted with love within the temple where I worshiped in our small village. I am also honored to meet such a dedicated and virtuous man as yourself, I am honored at your vows to help and serve as much as you can. Call on me, as well, if you find yourself in need." She puts her hand on his shoulder and kisses his cheek. "Thank you, kind and noble man."
At Hassans words, Vashti subtly moves to keep him within sight at all times. The Dawn flower and the Lady of graves had never been enemy's, but his words sent a chill down her spine.
She had come here to enjoy the day and the new life, not to fall before a zealots blade.
I don't know if that was a threat or not, how could he miss my holy symbol, or my scarf? Will these people help me? Would he attack here? What am I to do?
Grateful for the cold, as her armored coat didn't look to out of place, she placed her weapons and gear in her mind.
Morning star, belt; Shield, pack, floor behind me; Lady grant me guidance and protection!
She smiles again, her hands Returning to her mug. "One night, I had a wonderful dream. I was basked in sunlight, the day just beginning and the world beginning to stir. As I rubbed my eyes, a small dawn flower opened right at my feet. I heard a beautiful, pure voice tell me that I was needed to help those in pain, those suffering with illness and blight. That is when she gifted me with my goat, Gruff. He came to me as only a kid, and we began our journey together." She smiled and her eyes glaze, as if remembering a fond moment. "How about you, good sir? How did she call you forth?"
Smiles at her words. Her calling was so bright, so pretty; not like the trial she endured to serve the lady.
The old memory brought pain to her knuckles and causes the old scar on her cheek to itch. Massaging her pained joints, she kept a wary eye one the two.
"Not exactly, just in better spirits than before." She winks coyly at Thorn. Then noticing the tattoos, she remarks, "Oh,I like the ink, what does it all mean?" and rests a hand on his shoulder.
A curious table lies before Enzo, on its left was a scar complimentary of a knife...and a dagger hilt deep into the wood just above it, in front of him was a bent metal cup, it seemed like it saw some better days and on the right edge of the table was a deck of cards, worn out but appearing to be complete and mostly stable condition.
"Hey who's up for a game?" Asked Enzo as he waved the cards in front him, making sure that all could see them.
She looks over at Enzo and rolls her eyes. "Those cards are probably marked somehow." She shook her head. "I'd rather keep myself in more intelligent company. She looks more at Vashti and Maldrek than at Hassan, though she does give big smiles to all of them. [b]"We could play our own game! Hey sis! Wanna play something?"
Wha'd'ya have in mind? Percy is starting to feel the buzz.