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Post by Casidaen on Dec 28, 2007 17:27:55 GMT -5
The elf eyed the Er Hoc as he answered quietly. He seemed more cautious then he was a few seconds ago.
The little one commented on his height, and bent down so one of his knees was on the ground. He was now slightly more eye-level to the beastman, maybe just a bit shorter than him now. "Is that better?" he asked genuinely.
"Are you feeling ill?"
He lightly touched his own cheek, feeling the warmth between his fingers. His eyes lit up, surprised that the boy could tell at all. He smiled, finally knowing what profession the boy was.
"So you're a healer as well?"
He seemed so young to be this good at noticing a light blush. It had been a while since he had a chance to speak with another healer.Even more surprisingly, he hadn't ever heard of beastmen being healers.
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Post by Askyre on Dec 28, 2007 17:56:53 GMT -5
Askyre snickered as he watched the tall being move away towards the inn. Taking the opportunity to evaluate his earnings, so to speak, he began to come to a realization of how desolate Miyoor was appearing to be. The moon waned overhead, casting eerie glows through the mountain tops, jagged creatures dotting the ground as the imp moved forward.
Quickly scouting the area, Askyre decided that maybe he didn't want to stay here as long as he'd planned. "What a crummy little place... There aren't even trees here, fujit!" He scowled, jaw set tightly as he loomed outside the inn. Despite the late-or early-hours, many Dwarves were still jostling their drinks together in loud clanks, laughing and uttering complete nonsense, competing for the most idiotic cheers they could manage.
Rolling his eyes, Askyre moved forward. Discarding the pouch he'd taken, the imp placed the gold and silver coins into his own. "Better than nothing, I suppose."
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Post by Tino on Dec 28, 2007 18:03:59 GMT -5
"as well"?
The er hoc's eyes widened a little as he was facing the dark elf, now at a more relaxing eye level. A warming smile was on the older man's face.
"Pardon me, I didn't know you were a senior of mine. May I have your name?" He asked sincerely. Healer or not made a big difference. Tino didn't want to cast a bad light on his Master's reputation as a teacher.
Just as he was asking for the dark elf's name, a rush of wind whistled a harsh melody outside the windows. Tino's ears twitched slightly, a little intuition tickled at the back of his mind --- but he wasn't sure what it was trying to say.
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Dec 28, 2007 19:12:51 GMT -5
Rethen yawned as he strolled through the gates of Miyoor. The night guard waved.
"Out late aren't ye?" he cried from his perch above the gate. The forest elf grinned and waved distractedly to the pack on his back.
"When else am I going to collect Obsidian Moonstone?" Rethen quipped. The elf snickered at the dwarf's throaty laugh. "Stay warm tonight boys! It's going to be a cold one!" The grumbles of acknowledgment ran along the length of the battlements as the elf crossed into the city proper. The elf raised an eyebrow and watched the dwarves rustling about. The words visitor and elves ran through the excited mases. It wasn't often that people made the trek to Miyoor. He shruged and sauntered into the inn, throwing up a hand in greeting to the innkeeper and sliding up to the bar.
"Evening Tain! Draw me a pint!" Rethen yelled over the din of dwarves and tankards falling into each other. Violet eyes scanned the room and looked for any new faces.
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Post by God on Dec 28, 2007 19:17:51 GMT -5
<Divine Voice>
This thread has reached its maximum of 6 participants! Be advised that any more new characters will be kicked out! xD
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Post by Alaric on Dec 28, 2007 19:35:54 GMT -5
As fast as possible, Alaric swiftly rushed to his room and closed the door. After a few seconds he heard some noise outside. Two voices, one a bit small and one commanding. Alaric peeked outside and opened the door slightly. He saw from a distance, an er hoc and the dark elf he saw earlier seemingly kneeling down.
"First, my money gets stolen and now this.. very strange.." the young man immediately put his hands over his mouth after saying those words a little too loud for his own good.
Unsure of whether he was heard, Alaric's curiosity had gotten the best of him and he leaned a little closer to hear the conversation of these people. Maybe they had something of interest to say.
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Post by Caine Faerin on Dec 28, 2007 20:40:53 GMT -5
((OOC: Well, good to know there's a limit! And glad that everyone's enjoying the thread! *grins*))
With a sigh of relief, I set my bag and sword on the small bed.
Sigh. Not quite wide enough... Ah well.
I sit down a moment and look at my feet. Though I'm used to going barefoot, I seem to have developed blisters. I quickly root through my bag for ointment, but turn up with just an empty bottle.
Damn.
Wait. Tino looked to be some sort of healer. Maybe he has something to help with this.
That decided, I get up and gingerly walk into the hall. I immediately catch sight of the young man talking to a rather large dark elf.
Huh. Seems to be a lot of outsiders around here at the moment. Odd.
I walk up and smile at the two.
To the dark elf, I wave a little and say, "Hello! I'm Caine, staying in room four." I point behind me, then turn to Tino.
"You wouldn't happen to have anything for blisters, would you? My feet don't seem to care for these mountains..."
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Post by Casidaen on Dec 29, 2007 1:36:12 GMT -5
The gentle elf smiled thoughtfully at the Er Hoc. "My name is Casidaen Erjwe, you may call me Casidaen. And what might you're name be, little one?"
He couldn't help but smile wider at how smooth his conversation was coming out. Normally, he'd be a stuttering stammering mess at this point. Mentally, he gave himself a nice pat on the back.
The beastman seemed to freeze up when he heard a voice coming from behind him. Casidaen looked up to see a medium sized dragonette, sneakily hiding his sharp teeth.
..My feet don't seem to care for these mountains..."
Without any effort, the elf lifted up his self-proclaimed new patient and set him down on a small chair placed conveniently in the hallway. Kneeling, he lifted up the newcomer's foot wordlessly and examined the soles of his feet. He took out a small pouch on the inside of his green cloak and fished around until he felt a small vile. Uncorking it with his teeth, the elf lathered some in his hands and began rubbing some on the dragonette's feet.
"Some Foliem I carry around. It should heal up those blisters in no less than a few hours." He lightly patted his patient's knee, signaling that he was finished. It was always easier to talk to a person if they had something he needed to cure for some reason.
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Post by Tino on Dec 29, 2007 2:11:01 GMT -5
Hearing Caine's voice from behind him, Tino froze solid and slowly defrosted as Casidaen took to Caine's care. Tino exhaled, relieved. He was glad...for a moment. As Casidaen started to treat Caine, his mind cleared up a bit more. The er hoc's ears twitched a little.
That was the perfect chance to disable that dragonette for a few days.
But it certainly wasn't the best thing to do in front of a senior. Tino sighed. Maybe this is some sort of fate.
Fate? Tino rolled eyes at his own conclusion. There really wasn't anything else to do. It occured to him that he should offer to help the older healer, but he didn't really want to get closer to Caine. He watched his senior at work quietly, concentrating on Casidaen's movements.
It was then he felt that they're being watched --- and as he snapped his glance up the stairs, the first things he saw were the bright blonde hair, and a dark face tattoo that stood out in contrast to its owner's pale skin.
He recognized the pattern somewhere.
An elf, he thought.
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Post by Caine Faerin on Dec 29, 2007 2:20:46 GMT -5
I was asking Tino... but I suppose what's done is done.
"Some Foliem I carry around. It should heal up those blisters in no less than a few hours." The dark elf pats me on the knee, and I start to move away, before remembering that, well, he did help.
"Thank you..."
I look back at Tino, preparing to ask him why he was in Miyoor, but notice he's looking down the hall at something.
Being careful of the now healing blisters, I walk over to Tino. "What are you looking at, Tino?"
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Post by Alaric on Dec 29, 2007 2:32:26 GMT -5
Alaric watched as another figure walked up to the Er Hoc and the dark elf. The new character chatted with them casually and gestured at his feet. That's when he realized what the figure was, with his evident large wings and beast-like features it was quite obvious to say that this was a dragonette.
What an unusual party.. a dark elf, a dragonette and an Er Hoc.
As the dark elf was applying something to this new persons feet Alaric slumped a bit to the wall. But then suddenly the small Er Hoc sharply turned to where he was and by instinct, the young elf straightened up his poise and looked straight at this small stranger. Somehow this stare felt like it could pierce right through him, like the Er Hoc knew something. Alaric stood there for a few seconds before hiding back into the shadows.
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Post by Tino on Dec 29, 2007 2:49:34 GMT -5
As the elf vanished back to the dark hallways, Tino heard Caine walking up to him. The uncomfortable feeling crept up again, bringing him back from the blonde boy to the lobby.
"...It's nothing." He answered by instinct, then changed his mind. "I saw another guest in the inn walking to his room." He explained, not really lying, but twisting it in a way he hope will reduce the chance of being eaten by the dragonette.
Turning to the dark elf, he peered at the silvery markings on Casidaen's dark skin.
That was....an elf. Where did I see that marking? Not forest elf. Certainly not water elf....
He took a quick glance at the dark elf's hair.
Not dark elf. High elf? What's a high elf doing here?
He frowned. That wasn't a good question to brood over. What people do usually isn't interesting. His little amusement of a puzzle was shattered.
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Post by Caine Faerin on Dec 29, 2007 3:04:54 GMT -5
"Another guest? Wow, it's rather unusual to have so many visitors here. Wonder what the attraction is?"
And no use asking me why I'm here... I've no clue.
Tino looks upset for some reason, and I'm beginning to think it's me. I bite my lip as he nervousness seeps through to me.
"Are you... alright, Tino? If I'm making you uncomfortable, just say so, I'll... leave you alone."
Maybe I should, anyways. Dragonette's are rare enough for people to be wary around us.
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Post by Askyre on Dec 29, 2007 3:29:10 GMT -5
"Ay, whot do ye 'tink yer doin'?!"
Askyre ducked as a dwarf flung his mug past his head, watching as it thunked heavily against the wall, clattering to the floor as several heads turned in his direction. Waving his hands defensively in front of himself, the imp smiled as best he could in an apologetic manner.
"Why, I'm so very sorry, er, sir! I didn't mean to bump into you like that. You see--"
The young man was cut short when a chair connected with his shoulder. Crying out a little in pain, he slid on his side across the room, having difficulty righting himself as he tried to catch his lost breath. Several dwarves were letting out cheers, and the room was roaring with laughter. Askyre winced as he pushed himself up, careful of his arm, as he attempted to hide the pain he felt from his eyes.
"Ye shtupud l'il theeve, ye 'tink we be sho dumm 'dat we dun figger it owt?"
The dwarf whom affronted Askyre questioned, breath sickeningly smelling of alcohol and bile. The imp tried not to appear offended as the man poked him in the chest, bits of food and Lord-knew-what that was in his beard drawing attention away from the angry drunk leaning over him.
"Um.. I don't..."
Askyre coughed a little, gagging on the smell.
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Post by Tino on Dec 29, 2007 3:42:29 GMT -5
Tino turned to face Caine, staring and confused again. Relatively oblivious to Caine's hurt looks, he wondered if the dragonette was really offering to leave him alone. Tino then took a quick glance at Casidaen and back.
"...Um..."
Suddenly, there was a loud roaring of a crowd, muffled by the stone wall.
Startled, Tino looked away. The innkeeper jumped out from his room in the back of the stairs to see the commotion.
"Oh! The bar!" He yelled rather loudly while running towards the front of the inn, being quite a commotion himself.
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Post by Askyre on Dec 29, 2007 3:48:44 GMT -5
"Ay! Aaayy, the 'lil squeert can dun handull some beeer, ehh? Whell, 'den less trein 'im to 'ppreciate da good kine'da lickoor!"
"What..?"
Askyre was startled as a mass of dwarves suddenly swooped down upon him, like vultures seeking out a fresh carcass upon which to feed off of. It was bad enough that the stench of the vile creatures--of which he was unused to--was making his head spin, but now he was being moved around in a very awkward fashion, considering the dwarves' build, yet the pain in his arm from the brief attack earlier was like a throbbing reminder to his brain that things could, and would only get worse from here.
Laughing a little, Askyre tried to right the situation.
"Haha, yeah, that's a good one! But I... ooh, um, I must really be on my way. Ah! But perhaps, you might be interested in this necklace?"
The imp knew that if he didn't create a distraction, his head was as good as hung by morning. The dwarves simply ignored his attempts as they began mixing all sorts of liquers, concocting some sort of substance that Askyre didn't dare to think anything could possibly survive. He shuddered lightly.
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Post by Caine Faerin on Dec 29, 2007 3:57:13 GMT -5
I stand there as Tino stares, his ears twitching.
"...Um..."
Tino stammers, and it seems he's about to say something, but then the voices in the bar suddenly raise several levels and it sounds more angry than before.
The innkeeper rushes out of his room and yells, "Oh! The bar!" The man quickly runs to the front of the inn.
I glance at Casidaen and look back at Tino. They both seem as confused as I feel.
"Well... I suppose we should see what's going on? Else we won't get much sleep tonight."
I walk carefully down the hall, absently noticing that whatever the dark elf had used on my feet seems to be working.
I step into the bar, only to dodge a stool that goes flying past and hits the wall.
I yell back to Tino and Casidaen, "Careful if you come over! It's a bar-fight!"
Wonderful, Caine. Just go and state the obvious, why don't you?
I quickly find the innkeeper, and move over to him.
"You need any help, sir?"
"Eh? Help? What do you think?!"
And I state the obvious... again...
Sighing, I wade out into the fray, trying to keep my wings out from the worst of it.
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Post by Alaric on Dec 29, 2007 4:07:59 GMT -5
The young traveler was still there, observing. Reflecting on what just happened he suddenly heard a ruckus below and saw the people he had been watching rush to the scene where there was disturbance, so he followed suit. His instinct as a high elf kicked in, to fight for glory and goodness, that's what he was taught and if someone needed help he would gladly help. Plus, maybe there was a reward of some sorts if he came to the rescue, he definitely needed some money right now.
Alaric gracefully and swiftly ran to the first floor where the bar was located. He was still careful about concealing his identity and tightened the cloak around his neck. He then saw a number of drunken dwarves crowding to a fellow who seemed a bit familiar to him.
Hmm.. do I know him?
From the corner of his eye he could see the Er Hoc he had traded stares with a while ago. He faced the boy and bowed his head a bit, showing a bit of sorry and respect if he had offended him in anyway.
He then faced back to the commotion and saw the dragonette trying to help. He placed his hands on the katanas on his back and readied himself.
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Post by Tino on Dec 29, 2007 4:27:51 GMT -5
The er hoc watched as Caine ran after the innkeeper. Relieved that the dragonette seemed to be preoccupied with the commotion, he raised an eyebrow as Caine yelled back to report that it was indeed a bar fight. A rule of thumb for healers is to not panic in wars, and bar fights are nothing like wars. Uninterested and afraid that the dragonette will confront him again, Tino wanted to go back to his room.
But Casidaen was standing there patiently, unmoving.
Tino frowned to himself. The older healer must be waiting for the fight to end and treat the wounded. It would be hard for Tino to excape back to his room now. Very hard.
As he stared yearningly back to the direction of his room, he saw a flash of gold and brown running through one corner of his eye to another. He stared after it, until it suddenly halted at the door of the bar. It was the blonde boy he saw a moment ago --- looking eager to....well, in Tino's view, eager to join the trouble.
The boy then suddenly glanced back at Tino and bowed a little. By instinct, Tino nodded lightly in response. Once the blonde boy looked away, Tino scanned his outfit in before he bursted into the chaotic mess. His ears flopped lightly. It amuses him to observe the delicate designs on his cloak and boots. Tino smiled to himself, thinking that he was right afterall.
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Post by Askyre on Dec 29, 2007 4:32:15 GMT -5
The imp suddenly noticed a slight crowd gathering on the edge of the room near the stairs, where he assumed the rooms were. Perking a little at this possible advantage, Askyre managed to wrench his arm free from a dwarf, who let out a rather disgruntled noise as the movement jarred his drink from the table to the floor.
"Ay! Whatch whut yer doin'!"
"Me? Ya dumm, ya ol' fool?!"
Luckily, the dwarf, in his drunken stupor, had mistaken the cause of the fallen drink to be that of his fellow accomplice. Using this as enough time to distract the others, Askyre smirked darkly.
"This was fun and all, but I must be going."
Giving the slightly confused dwarves a two-finger salute, Askyre quickly snapped his fingers, disappearing with a resounding, "POP!", leaving the commotion to nothingness as the occupants slowed, looking around lazily, trying to comprehend the previous occurrence.
The nimble escapee allowed himself to slide down to the floor and rest for a moment, listening to the slowing ruckus down below. The cool feel of the room wall against his back was relaxing. He'd managed to get away for now, but that still left him looking for a place to stay, and, if Lady Luck decided to grace him with even a sliver of her presence, a bit of food to tide him over until morning. Finding a room in the inn--and occupying it without being caught--was going to be difficult enough as it was. Shifting, the imp glanced around the room he'd happen to be lucky enough to occupy. It was at least vacant; at the moment, anyhow.
"Nyosik..." Askyre hissed, clutching at his arm. He laughed bitterly. "For a drunkard, that tiny man sure managed to deal me some heavy damage..." Holding up the pendant, he forced a pained smirk. "But at least he carries some heavy steals with him!"
Movement outside the door jolted Askyre back to his predicament. Jumping up, he skitted over to the bathroom, making sure to shut the door securely behind him. Once inside, however, he cursed as he searched frantically for a means of escape from the room should he need one.
"Who the istankuppar designed this place?!" He cried out in frustration, his agitation getting the best of him as he settled for hiding in the shower. Because really, who used these showers? Right?
...right?
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