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"Do you know of a man named Kreun? I would like to teach him why you do not simply stab an ulfen's shield brother and run like a coward," Alfsigr doesn't quite growl.
"Hey! Break it up! NOW!" Alfsigr stands just in time to see the brawl start. She had been in a few back in Kalsgard, but this one lacked the air of friendly competition. Her patience already frayed, the young woman wades in and begins pushing and pulling men apart while cursing and threatening them with some colorful and and painful sounding tortures.
"Maybe. I jus--" then the screaming begins.
Alfsigr doesn't think twice before spinning around and hurrying inside. Seeing the injured man, she rushes over and murmurs a few quick words as a soft soothing light gathers in her hands. "Oh no you don't! Today is not the day you go to meet your ancestors."
Alfsigr was definitely off. The normally cheerful elf only manages to cause most of the patron to walk away from her, and while Kariel's help was welcome, it cut her deep that she wasn't even capable of being likable. After trying for almost an hour, she decides she'd be better off helping by being out of sight, and slips out the back when no one's looking.
Seems like the ill omen was for some abysmal rolls. :D
"Oh, uh sorry, I'll go do that," Alfsigr manages to stutter out before going to help however she can, which is mainly being as charming as she can.
As she prepares for the coming night, Alfsigr sings, something that carries an undertone of melancholy.
"Ill omens indeed." Alfsigr makes a sign to ward off bad luck and misfortune before turning back and heading inside. Her entire being seems muted as she goes to pour herself a stiff drink.
"'Tis an ill omen." Alfsigr's voice is soft, almost a whisper as she watches the gulls. Her eyes are wide, and her something, perhaps fear, had replaced the normal, rakish smile on her face.
Alfsigr falls in behind Kariel. She didn't like what she'd heard, and it's better to be safe than sorry, right?
"What'a going on out there?"
"'Slong as ye don't mess with the mead, I'll put in a good word for ye." Alfsigr gives Marzielle a cocksure grin.
"Yes! Singing and dancing and playing! That sounds wonderful!" Alfsigr says as her eyes light up and sparkle like sapphires. "I'll need to run to town and pick up some things tomorrow. While I'm out I'll see about getting people's blood burning about coming here."
Alfsigr decides to take to the stage. Most of the songs she knows are either elven or ulfen, but she does know some in taldane. The one she sings is risque enough that she likely gets some glares from the more straight-laced of the crew, but it's a lively song and easy enough to sing to that it should loosen some purse strings.
As she sings, she begins to wonder it someone's been watering down the mead, since her voice is still not where she liked it.
Alfsigr leaves shortly after hearing about ghouls. She places her flyers where ever she can find a nice spot for them, singing and dancing in the squares and markets.
I gotta remember to talk to Saul about getting some mead, the rum is okay, but it's really hard on the voice!
"That would indeed be us. How may I be of service." Alfsigr says, giving a flamboyant bow as she does so.
"Only to my ears." Alfsigr says, the ringing getting too loud before she could reply to the cook. The ringing dome had hurt her ears, and when Saul comes down, she's still clutching them.
"Mm, better than ale at least," she says before turning to the food. The half-elf piles a plate with enough to feed an ogre before saying a quick prayer of thanks and digging in. "As for what Saul did to keep me, he just offered me a job and a place to stay. Haven't been here long enough to have any secrets. Can't really tell ye about the others though." She says between bites of eggs, bread, and sausage.
Alfsigr wakes to the smell of eggs and sausages, and the sounds of a growling stomach. She takes a moment to at least make sure she's decent before leaving, but the smell of food and a natural antipathy towards mornings causes her to emerge from her room looking like she just rolled out of bed (which isn't too far from the truth.) She follows her nose to the kitchen and smiles at the cook. "Smells delicious, now if you can tell me where I can find some mead, and I might just kiss you."
I'm still getting a feel for Alfsigr's character, though I know what she's like in a general sense. She's kind, brash, and doesn't take betrayal well.
"Sadly I can only do that once or twice a day. Singing, though, I can do that all day," she says with a weary smile before turning to the others. "Is anyone else hurt?"
Alfsigr picks on of the rooms without a fireplace and unpacks all of her gear before getting ready for a good night's sleep. As she takes off her armor, she cringes as a sharp pain shoots up her side.
After healing her own wounds, she collapses into the bed and falls asleep barely a minute later.
Alfsigr nods as he gets her name right, but quickly adds, "You can call me Sig, if that's easier." "Lemme take care of that." She places the tips of two of her fingers on the spot Alia is rubbing and hums a bright and sweet note that seems to grow into a chord before fading. The tips of her fingers glow with a bluish light, growing and fading with her humming.
"Better?" she asks the wizard once she's done.
Alfsigr's grin grows wider as everything she needed just falls into her lap. The fact that it could be too good to be true doesn't even cross her mind. "You, sir, have a deal," she says as she signs her name.
"Sure, I would love to have a drink. I don't suppose you have any mead?" Alfsigr says with a grin as she falls in with the others.
"Ah, I guess that would be us. Alfsigr Snowborne at your service. I was hoping to gain employment and was told the Gold Goblin might be in need of help," the pale half-elf says with a beaming smile and a slight ulfen accent. The smile fades into a bemused expression, "Of course I thought you might need some entertainment, or someone to fill out the serving staff. I wasn't expecting to have to use my blade nor my bow tonight." A sudden twinge of pain reminds her of the hammer blow she took to the side. "Speaking of which, is anyone else hurt? I can help with that if you are."
"Darn." Alfsigr says in a flat voice seeing the others running for it. She moves her bow to her off hand and scoops up her sword before walking over to where the wizard was now being held by Devon. "Unless you wish for the little song in my head to end with a certain wizard losing a leg, I suggest you give up. In case you haven't noticed, your friends have left you for dead."
Alfsigr drops her sword adn pulls out her bow, intending to try and drop the woman, who looked to be the ring leader or one of them anyway. In her haste, though, the shot was sloppy and the first sign of dismay crosses her fair features.
Ulfgar was a man of mighty thew
Alfsigr continues to sing as she moves closer to the green Robed Man; a smile on her face despite the throbbing pain from the blow and missing her mark.
'Twas gold and glory they did seek,
Alfsigr sweeps in with a flourish of steel and aims to prove her attackers folly to him with a gash to his throat.
In the quiet right after the woman's demands, the steady, rhythmic stomps, like the beating of some great war-drum, cut into the silence like the blows of an axe. Then a voice as clear and ringing as the cold north wind begins to sing. My dear friend, do listen well,
Alfisgr begins to stand, reaching for her the longsword at her hip. One cold and fateful night
"That's not right." Alfsigr mumbles as she puts her hand down, face up. Her mind races as she tries to thing of any reason for her and the four toughs to stand there and close their eyes. Something was wrong, she couldn't tell why, but she was almost sure that things were about to go belly up. She closes her eyes in frustration and pinches her nose. Should she wait? Should she stop them now? Would stepping in get her the job she needed? Would doing so make sure she never got it? She always hated elven riddles, and this was too much like one for her comfort, she thought with a wry smile forming on her lips.
"Only a coin or two. Care to go again with the poor miss?" Alfsigr asks.
Alfsigr plops down a silver and motions for the dealer to begin while she smiles pleasantly at the man. "So, let's see if your luck continues to hold good sir." Rolls: Set 1: Set 2:
Set 3:
Delighted at her win, Alfsigr looks to the newcomer and smiles serenely. "Hmm, yes, but it still remains to be seen if you can actually handle me." The half-elf antes up a silver and waits for her cards to be dealt.
Rolls: set 1: set 2:
set 3:
Rolls: Set 1: Set 2: Set 3:
"Hey!Waitaseco-Aw who am I kidding." Alfsigr blurts out after the girl walks off. She takes another look at the contract and shrugs. "Well," she thinks out loud, "Ain't got anything better to do." She signs her name in elven and plops a crown onto desk. Once she has signed up she makes her way inside and seats herself at the nearest table, right next to Devon. "E-excuse me sirs. Would you happen to have room for little ol' me?"
GM: Her coin purse is hanging from the front of her belt, and lays on her lap while she's sitting.
Pledge my soul? This can't be legitimate. Alfsigr thinks as she looks at the contract. After a few seconds, she looks up at the scantily-clad girl (Please, please, PLEASE! Tell me I don't have to wear that!) who handed her the document and smiles pleasantly.
"Excuse me, miss? I am not here to participate in the tournament. I was trying to see if there was anything I could do to help. I just came into port and I'm in need of work, so, if it's not too much trouble, could I speak to whoever I need to about getting a job?"
"Here, here!" Alfsigr says to Devon's toast before downing the last of her mead and setting the mug on the table.
"Thank you," Alfsigr says as she pays for her drink and meal. She savors the mead and the stew, the bread is a little tougher than she'd like and the cheese tastes funny to her, but she enjoys the meal none-the-less.
"Mead and whatever you've got in the pot for me, please," Alfsigr says almost before the lady can finish. The half-elf continues to make herself at home and finds just the right angle to lean back and be able to prop her feet on the table. Seeing Alia's nervousness, she adds, "Better make that two meads, one for me one for the lady using her journal like a shield."
"My name is Alfsigr Snowborne. It's nice to meet you Liara." the porcelain pale half-elf says in greeting.
No worries. it just gives us more time to get to know each other.
"Sure, the more the merrier! My name's Alfsigr. I noticed that when we pulled in a little while ago. None of the locals seemed to concerned, though, and I don't mind it dimming the sun. I tend to get a headache if it's too bright out," the pale-skinned, silver-haired half-elf tells the odd looking newcomer.
"And overly amorous hands apparently," Alfsigr adds with a smile of her own. "Anyway, do any of you know if the Gold Goblin's hiring? I was told that there was a big tournament going on, and I thought they might need some to help out," she says in a sweet melodic voice that has a bit of a lilting accent.
An indignant squeak comes for nearby, and soon the person who the squeak belongs to sits at the table, her normally pale cheeks blazing crimson. Her long hair is done up in a braid that falls almost to her hips. She sets an over-stuffed pack next to her chair and looks at the others apologetically. "Sorry, I was told this was the only table left," she apologizes. "And do any of you know what's with this town. The ship I was on pulled in about two hours ago, and I've already been groped five times. Twice in this place alone!"
Realizing that she'd started complaining without introducing herself, she shakes her head, managing to clear the blush a little and holds out a hand. "Sorry," she says again, "the name's Alfsigr Snowborne. If that's a little much to say, just Sigi is fine."
Kariel is not the only distinctive one in the party, unless Riddleport has more silver-haired, white-skinned, grey-eyed half-elves than I've been led to believe.. :D Thanks for picking Alfsigr, Profile's not done, but I know what I'm going to put in there for the most part. Also moved a point into Disable Device and I'm grabbing some picks as soon as I can. |