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?"
A familiar mocking laughter echoed through the tavern in response to Allie's insult "Sorry little lady but that means little coming from someone who drags a goat into a tavern and accidentally lights her own hair on fire" Another chuckle escaped his lips as his green eyes scanned the tavern once more "Alright the fiery little lady clearly ain't interested, but what about the rest of ya? The night is still young and its too early for me to be feeling this bored in a tavern"
She rolled her eyes, his belief that she lit her hair on fire only fueling her belief in his idiocy. She looked at her sister. "How about hangman?" Her eyes lighting up. She knew that her sister would catch the double meaning. "Or, perhaps a game ending in sudden death! Put some excitement back in this place! Whaddaya say, guys?"
"What'd you have in mind?"
She looks over at the Hobbes, seeming to have completely missed him when she looked at her sister. "Oh, hi! Forgot you were here. Happens with me, short attention span, or so I have been told. What do you halflings play? Any unique games?" She looks sincere with her question, and truly sorry about missing your presence.
"Any game involving luck, like dice or cards. But my favorite one is called lucky 13. It's a little like poker except it's only 4 people and we each get 13 cards to make the best hands we can."
She smiles. "I like chance. Its exciting! I've never played lucky 13. Would you mind teaching my sister and I, I'm sure she would love to learn. One more could play then we could switch out the two bottom players for the next two who want to play. Deal them in, as it were."
Hobbes nods as he pulls a deck out. "Ya see, we each get 13 cards and we take turns laying a hand down, like a flush or two pair. The trick is every hand has to beat the one before until no one can. Then we start over until you can't make a hand anymore or everyone empties their hand. Simple right?" He starts shuffling the cards.
Percy shrugs and knocks back some more drink, Sounds good to me!
"Yeah! Sounds cool!" She smiles and looks at the other three around her. "So who else wants to go first?"
A tavern... just what he needed after a bad outing. He contemplated taking his cloak off, and leaving it with his mule, but... his whiskers twitched and his tail lashed like it had a mind of its own. The festival was soon enough, he should have just enough coin to enjoy it. As long as he was careful with his spending. It had been a few months since he last spent time with people so he wandered into the inn.
He paused at the doorway looking over the crowd a smirk on his face as his eyes glowed under his hood. There were halflings and gnomes, and a tiefling... thank Desna for that. He hoped that the horned fellow was enough of an oddity that no one would notice... He removed his hood and make his way to the bar, his tail twitching just peeking out from the cloak the dark fur almost matching it.
"A cool glass of milk if you would please, the kind doesnt matter really." He said with a smirk, He enjoyed playing up some of the stereotypes of his kind every now and then, his dark furred feline features were quite obvious even if the bar had dim lighting his eyes slid to the little folk talking about some card game.
Allie looks at the door as someone comes in. "Oh my! You are the BIGGEST cat I have ever seen! How did you get that big? Seriously?!" She waits to be dealt in.
Maldrek gives their newest visitor a glance, then as he orders milk Maldrek chuckles. He doesn't say anything, but he makes eye contact and raises a brow as if to say Really?
He chuckles at the little gnomes exclamation. "I drank all my milk as a little kitten growing up. Yes yes." He said as if that statement explained everything about his size. At the tiefling's eye contact he grins and winks giving a little shrug. "good festival coming up, yes yes? I hope their is an archery contest i enjoy such things... " He said suddenly frowning and shooting a glance downwards at his half lashing tail. "I swear sometimes this thing has a mind of its own. Yes.yes." He muttered still grinning and watching the tavern crowd.
Maldrek taps the heavy earthbreaker on his back. "Can't say I do well in competitions of dexterity. And it's all about control..." He raises his own tail, lifting up his drink with it.
She giggles at the kitty. "If that's true, I should have drank more milk! Than I would be taller than my sis not the other way around!" She thought about the festival for a moment, "I think there is one actually. But I'm not sure when. Archery isn't my forte."
"Not to late perhaps, little one, never hurts to start drinking milk." He smiled, which showed a fair share of his teeth. "you are here for the festival yes? I do also like it when they unleash the flutterbyes, thankfully i am old enough to know they dont taste as good as they look. Yes yes." he glances about some more his tail still swaying haphazardly So many different people about... its why he liked festivals and the sort so much. Lots of interesting things, and this town seemed nice enough to not chase him out for being well... an oddity...so far.
Sitting at the bar, seemingly in her own world and unnoticed by the surrounding sea of people, a woman quietly reads a book to herself - The Life and History of Quigbirk Mckee - A tale of pride, progression and triumph.
For anyone distracted - This woman has pale, icy blue hair, a very pale complexion and dons a white painted chain shirt, with a fanciful pointed gauntlet, a thin layer of metal plates all over her body, and tall, pointed metal boots, lined with furs and instead of a cape, wears a fur shawl made from some kind of large white animal. The armour/outfit is all tightly fitting and compliments her body nicely, while blue highlights and detailing texture the white armour nicely.
An aura of mystery can be felt from her.
Her appearance, though only the side of her face is currently viewable
at enzo
I have no wish to lose my hard earned coin, but thank you for the offer, Send the man a Pharasma Judgement, That should liven up your night!
Please, show me this game little fr..
Stops mid sentence at the entrance of Silence, mouth drops open. Her expression one part wonder, one part shock, and one part confusion.
She nods and smiles with delight at his pointy teeth. "My sister and I kind of just came here. The festival just happened to be right around the corner." She smiles, showing her less menacing teethies. "Have you ever seen one on fire? Maybe they're better cooked?" She gives a pondering look, then draws a flutterbye in the air and sends it to him and giggles. It sparkles red and blue and white. "Pretty?"
The tielfing chuckles. "Try not to drool. You were certainly right about not traveling much."
Wipes her chin reflexively at his words, realizes she wiped her chin at his words, blushes a truly brilliant shade of red.
Nearly two decades tending my flock, doesn't let one see much of the world I fear.
Manages to keep mouth closed but peers with interest at the small crowd of fascinating people.
"Its okay Vashti! He is a big kittie! I've never seen one either! Well not in this size!" She giggles and smiles.
Wanting a treat after traveling for so long a tall ashen pale man in raggedy clothing and furs steps into the tavern. Taking a quick view of his surroundings his face immediately takes on a look of concern. Along with the normal mingling of men and women there stood in this place a man darker then he had ever seen, a man redder than he had ever seen, at least three children... and a lycanthrope? Upon spying the at the moment non hostile cat creature he began to hug the wall as he makes his way to the bar. "Have I stepped into the First World?" He mumbles a little too loudly as he moves about the room.
Wanting a treat after traveling for so long a tall ashen pale man in raggedy clothing and furs steps into the tavern. Taking a quick view of his surroundings his face immediately takes on a look of concern. Along with the normal mingling of men and women there stood in this place a man darker then he had ever seen, a man redder than he had ever seen, at least three children... and a lycanthrope? Upon spying the at the moment non hostile cat creature he began to hug the wall as he makes his way to the bar. "Have I stepped into the First World?" He mumbles a little too loudly as he moves about the room.
If you have, you have not walked in alone!
His eyes widen in delight and his toothy smile if anything gets larger. "That is indeed, the most magnificent flutterbye i have seen in a long time. . . also not food i would imagine." He turned to the human woman gaping and nodded his head. "Indeed our little friend has the rightness of it, scratch behind my ear and i will give you a rumbling purr you cant believe." His smile grew and he glanced about the room now, the woman at the bar looked exotic... and she was reading a book. Reading wasnt inheriently a bad thing in his mind it just... well this didnt seem the time.
He took a few steps closer to Kienara at the bar, his tail still being willful and half lashing about. "What exquisate fur on your cloak, what is it? Bear?" He asked tentively reaching out to touch it.
He presses himself further against the wall as his comment was acknowledged before turning to face where the feminine voice originated. Seeing the elegant and somewhat normal looking woman he relaxes a bit. While I sincerely hope we are still in the lands of man I am curious. Is it an everyday occurrence to see Fey and Lycanthropes going about like this?"
Its nice to share company with folks you don't remember holding as little babe squalling from the cold or sniffling over a broken arm from a stupid dare!
Still keeps a wary eye on zealot nearby, just in case. But allow herself to be drawn in by the little bright spots splendid magics.
Reminds her of some of the littles in the village, giggling and showing off for the grown ups, just for the smile they got.
Smiles widely herself at the magic.
As the approaching "man" makes his way towards her, Keinara, a cute and pretty looking girl can be heard reading lines to herself.
...and when the Halfling looked up, he visualised himself atop a tall tower, reaching out desperately for what he thought to be the Starstone.
Startled, the girl jumped slightly as the "man" crept closer towards her.
Oh, uh. Excuse me, I'm reading aloud again. I tend to do that when I really get into a story. Apologies.
For a minute there I thought it was that flashback again. Ah, I'm just being silly. That happened when I was a kid. It's just my imagination.
Pausing, Kienara looks up at the cat like man and replies with a friendly, warming smile.
Dire Winter Wolf actually. What kind of creature are you? I...I don't mean to offend but I haven't seen one such as yourself before. In books maybe, but...
With that, the girl seems to just go off in a daydream briefly.
Not where I hail from, but perhaps, we are the ones out of place? The food is good, the spirits are warming and a festival is on the morrow. I think if they are going to eat us, they would start with the more tender flesh!
Nods head at the little gnome sitting on the horned mans lap.
I think they would start with you as an appetizer!
No need to apologize for escaping this world." His expression softens as he makes an attempt at being social. "Have you ever met one of these 'Halfling' creatures in person before? They must be pretty tall if they can reach for the stars."
She giggles at the scarf lady and looks at the newcomer. "There are fey here? Really? Where? Or do you mean my sister and me? Because we arent that fey. And Im not a halfling, Im a gnome, and the Hobbes halfling is a nice guy. The dirty one is weird, though..." She jumps down from her seat and walks up to the man. "And the kittie isnt a lycanthrope! He just drank a lot of milk as a kitten and can talk now!" She smiles and puts out a tiny hand. "I'm Allie. That over there's my twin, Percy. Dont touch her arms though, or else." She seems very sincere about that last part, her cheery disposition darkening, but soon fading back into its happy medium.
Turning back to Vashti, A festival? Ah I see, that always draws forth all manner of creatures, everything under the moon and stars deserves joy every now then I suppose... what is a 'happentizer'?"
Turning back to Vashti, A festival? Ah I see, that always draws forth all manner of creatures, everything under the moon and stars deserves joy every now then I suppose... what is a 'happentizer'?"
The small beginning of a big meal, something to whet the appetite and ready the belly for a big meal.
Quickly beginning to feel overwhelmed from the multiple conversations his heartbeat increases as he absentmindedly begins rubbing the tattoo on his ring finger, eyes starting to dart back and forth from person to person. "My apologies milady Fey, my name is Neverhome." His eyes turn to focus on the one she identified as 'Percy'. "My continued apologies, but I am no healer, so I have little to no reason to touch your sister's arms... So cats are creatures that drink milk and walk upright? Curiouser and curiouser these southern lands."
Turning back to Vashti, A festival? Ah I see, that always draws forth all manner of creatures, everything under the moon and stars deserves joy every now then I suppose... what is a 'happentizer'?"The small beginning of a big meal, something to whet the appetite and ready the belly for a big meal.
Without turning around and with a sour look growing on his face, "Ah, something luxurious for the nobles, no wonder I've yet to hear of it."
In response to Lyosha's question, the young woman responds with a blank expression, but not one of disinterest. You just get the impression something's on her mind.
Ah, yes and no I guess. I've seen plenty around Oppara, but haven't conversed with any. Why do you ask? Anyone can reach out, but being able to touch something so far away? That's another matter. She chuckles.
Oh and just so you know, they're giants! she states with a sense of wonder and awe, as she buries her head in her book once more, trying not to laugh.
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"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."
Hassan bows the fair gnome with whom he shares a connection. He stoops as she kisses his cheek, and he returns the gesture on both cheeks in the manner of his people. "It is as you say, Tiny Blossom, by my oath." He bows to her once more and retires to his corner, his eyes often seeking back to the little gnome, watching over protectively.
If he notices the Priestess of Pharasma cringe about when he walks past, he doesn't show it. If he notices her symbol and regalia, he keeps it to himself. His eyes burn with a cold fire as he watches the goings-on inside the common room, as stranger and stranger individuals and creatures appear.
"I figured as much, but from your musings I'm guessing they're a lot better than their blue skinned northern brethren?"
Allie giggles. "You're an idiot! You know nothing! Ill help you learn Neverhome! No, cats usually walk on all fours and are much smaller. Just a little smaller than me. And my name is Allie! A-L-L-I-E! And I dont think you could heal her arms... We have tried. But back to kitties, they like to drink milk and stuff. Wait till you meet my goat! I like you Neverhome!" She moves into hug, since he didn't shake her hand. "And this is a hug!"
"Ah, I know what a go..." His speech is immediately silenced as Allie reaches around him. His whole body stiffens as he simply stares vacantly forward, not rebuffing her advance but neither reciprocating it.
She giggles again, looking up from his leg. "You're supposed to hug back, Neverhome!" She squeezes once for emphasis.
His ears twitched and his tail lashed at the half-orcs ...confusion. He had met a few half orcs in his time with his foster father, he didnt hold things against him, but clearly this one wasnt looking to cause trouble. Which was good. He didnt want trouble. He wanted warm food, a warm bed, some entertainment and fun.
"I am not sure the confusion, I was raised away from my people perhaps they are lycanthropes?" He said the word with a hint of distaste. That word he did know. He was no wicked shapechanger. "I am just me, nice to meet you Neverhome." He finished his ears perking back up and his tail slowing. This half-orc had an interesting name too, he wondered if he had given it to himself as well. He turned to the woman whom had originally been so confounded to see him. That curiousity he liked.
"What sort of frappatizers do you think we should get? Mice? sparrows?" He began with a wink torwards the tiefling whom might have already noticed his ... enjoyment out of teasing others good naturedly.
Seeing Lyosha in discomfort, not unlike a child surrounded by bullies, and his youth written plain to her eyes, she motions the barkeep to serve him some food.
Poor child looks like he's cornered by wolves
Boots a chair next to her open for him, one in the shadow with its back to a wall. She knew pain when she saw it. It always tried to hide behind a new face, but she knew it to well for it to hide.
Returns to her sewing, finishes a silver swirl and starts another.
His sight doesn't wander from its vacantness, still struck dumb he doesn't return responses to either Allie or Silence. He continues standing, stiff as a statue.
Maldrek takes the part of a wallflower as the room begins to grow crowded, his third drink being water - he was here on business after all. He takes a particular interest in the aasimar though; they often have volatile reactions to tieflings.
Allie begins to grow impatient. "Neverhome! Don't be rude! Hug me back! You should always be respectful to a lady!" She squeezes a bit harder. "Vashti! Tell him to hug me back! He is being rude!"
Still no major reactions, but his hands begin to twitch as Allie squeezes.