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Post by rex on Mar 11, 2016 5:19:41 GMT
The evening was warm. To long he had gone without rest. His face and clothes we damp, while the light shirt he wore to keep his chainmail off his chest was completely soaked. His skin was caked with the dust from the road, hair nasty and clumping. He smelled, lightly of body odor but mostly as if his body as a distillery and each drop of sweat was a shortly aged liquor.
He walked with his head down, his hair shielding any light from his eyes. His mouth hung open, thirsty and dry. For days he had moved like this, dehydrated and hungry. But not for food.
Etirath was a place he had not before. Even in the adventures of his youth. A self serving kingdom, with a god child and a preverbal demon king as rulers they had little need for mercenaries. Less of a chance to run in to anyone he may have known before. Less chance for conversations he had never wished to have. Less of a chance to be remembered or be force to remember. Maybe this was the place for him.
He came upon an inn as the last flicker of Den's light faded from the sky. He pushed through the door and scanned for a common room, or maybe even a bar. Didn't take long, he could almost sense the fiery liquids contained within the building. He didn't note the few faces in the place as he made his way past and to the bar. He didn't really even note anyone on the other side of the counter. He simply took a seat and ordered.
"I'll have what ever burns as it goes down. Preferably my purse and not my throat."
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Post by Annasiel on Mar 15, 2016 19:31:14 GMT
"Hello there, my fellow warrior."
The voice spoke softly, but his firm voice still rose above the din and rabble. As the bartender brought the fighter a tankard of liquor, the knight beside him flipped a tarnished coin, and pulled himself closer to his bar-mate.
"No need to say anything. The drink's on me," he continued before Valentine would even be able to react. "You certainly look as if you need it. I am no stranger to the long, hard path, and I hold a deep respect for those brave enough to take it." From the front of the bar, a gloomy young woman gave the knight a disapproving stare, but he payed her no notice. He merely gave a friendly, beaming smile and held out a calloused hand.
"I am Ser Godfried Lelmont, no more than a lowly hedge knight. Some call me a hero, others a villain, but I see myself as just another honest man trying to make his way in the world," the armored man said, chuckling lightly at some personal joke. "And might I have the humble pleasure of having your own title, my friend?"
His voice seemed to ooze geniality, begging any listening hearts for trust and camaraderie. If Ser Lelmont knew of this effect, he certainly payed it no mind, merely tilting his head with his warm grin and candle-twinkled eyes.
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Post by Maur on Mar 16, 2016 1:28:17 GMT
"Blasted beast..." A robed figure muttered as he limped through the streets of Etirath, thank Den Goblins were so tenacious, or he'd have been a stain at the bottom of that gorge right about then, he hoped the others managed to defeat the foul thing without him, and hoped that they got away better than he did, Nafagonn glanced down and saw the crimson blood seeping through his robe, that he may or may not have swiped from a monastery. He took a nasty fall, twenty feet or so before he could grab the cliff face, and just his luck that a gash the length of his calf had been spilling blood as he climbed out of that Noc forsaken place. He had bound the leg somewhat successfully but it would not last, he just wanted to eat and sleep. So tired...
The short figure tripped the last few feet, and crashed through the Tavern door, his midsection impacting a nearby table as he careened to the ground, cursing in the Varahan tongue he used his claws and crawled to the bar, he thought a meal would be nice right about now. Talons scraped the ground, and knowing he'd be forced to pay for that caused the Goblin's grimace to grow. Nafagonn pulled himself onto a bar stool, trying not to look anyone in the eye, usually he wouldn't come into a public place with inebriated people, a few bad experiences with a few rabble-rousers who were incredibly frightened by Goblins had taught him to stay away from the public whenever possible, at least nearly every inch of him covered by the robes, the downside being he was sweating profusely and probably smelled atrocious. In the most human-sounding voice he could muster the worn creature asked anyone who heard him, "You got something to eat?"
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Post by rex on Mar 17, 2016 15:21:26 GMT
A man, roughly the same age as Kris approached the bar about the time the barkeep delivered his drink. The new comer tossed a coin, covering the cost. For that Kris was grateful . He took the tankard and brought it up to his lips without a nod or a glance of the man who introduced himself as a knight. As he spoke the tankard was tilted letting the liquor flow into Kris' mouth and down his throat.
His ears focused in on a few words in particular. Knight this man said, he'd seen combat. He had a mixed reputation, which meant he had a reputation. Kris was a bit concerned that he might have been made. 'You're over reacting old man' he thought to himself, deciding to play it off and simply thank the man.
"Call me Kris." He said as a small creature took a seat at the bar near the two of them and requested food. "Thanks for the drink Sir, but it seems there is another needing your charity."
Kris laid another coin down and flipped his mug upside down to show the bartender it was empty, and that would simply not do.
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Post by Annasiel on Mar 18, 2016 0:37:19 GMT
Godfried watched as the stalwart man pondered the scene, still smiling that goddamned handsome smile. As the fighter lowered the tankard from his mouth, the light glisten of the juice on his lips, he introduced himself as 'Kris'.
"A fine name for a fine man," the hedge knight growled with another chuckle. "And finer indeed are the histories around a fellow like yourself, I would venture." When Valentine pointed out the newcomer, Ser Lelmont was already turning to see the source of the recent ruckus and weary voice. "Ah, look here! The fates shine high upon my head tonight, to cross my path with two new acquaintances!"
Reaching into his pocket, the knight pulled two more coins, green halvers which glinted in the tavern glow. He flipped them to the bartender. To the more astute eye, one might notice no clinks of coinage, and that the man's coin-purse imploded defeatedly when his hand withdrew. If this wasn't the last of the man's present wealth, it was certainly nearing it.
"A steaming meal for my little friend here! Give me a leg of that charbroiled turkey I heard your cook bragging about to the barmaid, if you will!" The barkeep caught them deftly, nodded his head with a gay lilt, and strode off for the kitchens. The somber girl by the door clenched her gauntlets, her look of disapproval now morphed into one of utter murderous rage. Armor rattling, she stomped her way to the bar, clasping her hand on the knight's shoulder.
"Your generosity is going to get us killed!" she hissed at him, but he brushed of her ire with a casual wave of his fingers.
"And now my lovely squire has come to join our circle of companionship!" Godfried guffawed, grabbing the woman's hand and forcing it off his shoulder. "Calm yourself, Lenore. Kindness is blessed in the eyes of the gods, so the eyes of the gods will be ever watchful of our future. Have you no faith in fate?"
Lenore's face suggested she had a very different opinion of fate, one that might involve the insertion of it into a certain posterior, but she pursed her lips and silenced her complaints. For a moment, Ser Lelmont seemed smug, but he soon returned to his expression of warming geniality.
"Now, my newfound friends! Tell me about yourselves! What brings you here? Why do you both look so downtrod? Come now, I expect something in return for my coin!"
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Post by Maur on Mar 18, 2016 1:41:29 GMT
The man next to him had ordered a meal in his stead, the Goblin was grateful, and before he attempted to rasp out an apology, he discreetly leaned over and let the blood that been welling in his mouth spill onto the floor. His head suffered a hefty bang against the rock during his fall, Nafagonn shuddered at the memory, and though his body was alight with uncomfortable heat, chills surged down his spine as he remembered the cold stone and mud. With that out of the way, the Goblin turned to the loud man, or maybe he was simply loud to the short being's ringing head, regardless he held himself well. "Thank you friend." Nafagonn remarked, as the barkeep left with the Knight's coin.
Someone approached, someone who he found it hard to believe was not seen by him as he entered, because from where she approached, she had been standing right next to where he made quite the undignified entrance. They exchanged a few words, some he bothered to catch, others he let slide through his mind, like water through open fingers. A particular sentence managed to garner his attention, the man had requested he tell him about stranger in a robe that sat next to him. Nafagonn chuckled lightly, but it came out in a choking cough.
"My tale is an arduous one friend, and while my stomach is empty, and my mouth dry, I dare not attempt to tell it."
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Post by rex on Mar 18, 2016 2:46:46 GMT
He managed a look past the knight to the small goblin who sat on the other side, bleeding from several places. Likely inside as well Kris noted, as the thing let some of the thick liquid fall from it's mouth. He didn't need a meal he needed a doctor. Or to be out out of his misery. The knight went in with his talking, he must have really liked the sound of his own voice. His companion however, clearly tired of it easy.
The much younger woman seemed to be quite displeased with the actions of her partner. Throwing around coin for all. Kris lived that life once, less out of kindness and more out of a sense of pride. He took his second cup as it arrived and brought it before his lips when he heard the goblin would be unable to appease the knight.
With a sigh Kris began to speak. "Well, not really much to tell. Not done much living these past several years. Been doing a lot if drinking, not much thinking, and even less talking." He brought the mug to his lips then, and like the one before, threw his head back and drained it dry before lowering it back to the table. "And that's about all I'm drunk enough to share."
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Post by Annasiel on Mar 24, 2016 18:06:17 GMT
Annoyance flashed across the knight's face for a fraction of a second. He danced his fingers restlessly on the handle of his tankard, closed his eyes, and breathed a weighty sigh. When his eyes opened, he was smiling once more.
"That's quite alright, my friends! I too understand the difficulties and reservations in telling a life's tale, especially to a strange face like myself. Regardless, I'm happy to have sated your tongues and stomachs! No soul deserves to go hungry and thirsty in such an unforgiving world." Godfried concluded his unnecessarily long-winded assertion with a bow of his head and a chug of his drink. When he thunked his mug back down on the wooden counter, he placed his hand over it in a staying motion.
"No more liquid silver for me, good sir," he said to the bartender with a smirk. "My solid's just about run dry." The barkeep graced Ser Lelmont with a light chuckle, moreso out of kindness than of actual amusement, and turned to serve other, more profitable guests. The knight turned to each of his new companions in part, a rosy tint a recent addition to his gaunt cheeks, betraying his quickly increasing intoxication. "You two... you two are such the quiet types. At least grace me with a bit of conversation!"
Shaking her head, the younger woman grimaced.
"I'm Lenore... Lenore Dimsied," she explained in a soft, strained voice, as if she wanted to be anywhere else than there. "I apologize for my father's antics. He can be a kind man, at times, but he is more often than not a blithering... self-centered... arrogant... ass!"
She punctuated every adjective with a light thump to the back of the man's head. He seemed unphased by the assault, only narrowing his eyes a little, but maintaining his giddy drunkard grin.
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Post by Maur on Mar 25, 2016 6:06:59 GMT
The Goblin's meal was gone as swiftly as it had arrived, with celerity he ate, yet despite this his royal lineage shone through the rough exterior, not a morsel managed to escape his lips and flop onto the bar-top, he left a perfect area, and a clean plate. Downing the beverage so graciously provided to him gave the little green lad a renewed vigor. The Goblin could not help but gawk, at least mentally, at the manner in which his benefactor held himself, loud and proud. Nafagonn didn't stay alive as long as he did, through what he did, with that measure of volume. But who was he to judge? It had obviously worked for the man thus far, and he was perceptively a good deal older than the Goblin, maybe he had the skill to back his words, and odd words they were, 'Liquid silver', That term was new to Nafa, and he questioned briefly how it arose. Deciding that such a saying probably did not come about as the result of a drunken man downing a tankard of molten silver and melting his insides, Nafagonn paid the matter no further attention.
The female introduced herself and scolded the loud man as only a lone daughter could, with playful violence, this would have lightened the Goblin's spirits, were it not for his own sister, that he had sworn to return to. His throat lubricated, and his body eased from its ache by good food and drink, the Goblin began to speak more openly.
"I am from a land far from here, and far did I travel to arrive in such a land as the fair Etirath, 'From whence the waters sprung' as I have heard it said, the details of my journey I care not to relive, it was a long and dark path, and the light at the end of the tunnel has been sparse. My present state," He said motioning to his noticeably bloodied attire, "Came about by way of a nasty fall, and a beast with a powerful swing."
The Goblin fished into his pocket and selected a few coins, he avoided the ones that felt rough and stone-like, those were from home and had little value here, but he did have a few units of Shringallic currency, he felt poorly to take such an offering from a man with little else but the coin he had given the Goblin, Nafagonn slid a few coins across the bar-top to the gentleman. He felt it best not to tell the Knight that the money which he had given him had been nicked from the pocket of a nobleman a mere day ago.
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Post by rex on Apr 18, 2016 4:30:29 GMT
It was now Kris who was annoyed. In every bar there was always one, but generally his filth and odor kept them away from him. Yet this man was so starved for attention that he had approached him with no recognition or care. He even spoke openly with the out of place goblin, which Kris had found queer at first, but that passed with his consistent prodding. Now a young woman had also decided to involve herself in his attempt to drink away his past life. It seemed he would be offered no peace.
He turned to the young woman then. "Well Lenore, if you are this man's keeper might I suggest you get him far and away from me. I never asked for his charity and as I already explained my story is mine to tell or not and today it shall not be told and if this ass you call your father continues to try to poke his nose into my business then he will find compensation for his coin in the form of my sword's jeweled hilt. BURRIED INTO HIS CHEST!" He ended with a scream, a bit of foamed spit gathering in the corners of his mouth and flying at the woman who had arrived just in time to feel his wrath displayed.
His eyes left her as soon as the words had left his own mouth and returned to the older "knight" with his head tilted back and his eyes wide and staring down his nose into the face of Lemont. His hand fell in reaction to the sword on his hip to show that if necessary, he would follow through with his threat.
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Post by Maur on Apr 22, 2016 16:51:25 GMT
"That was abrupt." Nafagonn muttered beneath the perception of most human ears, the Goblin decided it would be best to flee as soon as reasonably possible, but first, thanks where thanks were due. The stout green-skin tapped the burly Knight on the shoulder, and slid gently from his bar-stool into a pained standing position, his leg was still quite tender. "Kind Knight, before this progresses to blows I will take my leave, and if I may say, this man appears to have had a rough go of things lately, I would not test him. To each his own however and farewell." He parted swiftly, his injured mouth combined with the fact that he was trying and failing to be both polite and quick resulted in his clumsily spoken words being slurred to a point of inebriation, but he dared not speak them again. Nafagonn hastily stumbled from the Inn. "Now," he mumbled, hunch backed and bleeding in the hot sun, "a healer would be very welcome."
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Post by Annasiel on Jul 7, 2016 23:06:27 GMT
"Ah... if it's a fight you desire, it is a fight you shall find!" Godfried cried, drawing Lenore's sword from its hilt. She shouted in protest, but he pushed her away, and she slinked sulkily away from whatever bloodbath was to come. If her father wanted to damn himself, then so be it. Maybe she could be rid of him if he ended up in prison, with a real bed and food, definitely a far sight more cushy than the life they led now. Still, she watched with weariness, in case either of the two Godfried had riled decided to bundle them together. Godfried was unaware of his daughter's thoughts. In fact, if asked, he might have believed she was cheering him on from the outskirts of the floor. He wouldn't have noticed anyway, as all his attention was focused on the disrespectful man before him.
"You turn down my kind gestures, reject my outstretched hand. then spit in my face with a lily-tinted taste of a threat?" the tall knight bellowed, swinging the sword menacingly in a figure-eight. He alternated hands with the large blade. leaving his kite shield strapped to his back. He didn't need it. This man would pay by blade alone. "I am a gentle man, sir. A generous man. But I am also just, so let you see the justice I shall bestow!" He grabbed the coins the goblin had passed him, and flung them at the man's face. Still charging forward, he swung his sword low, angling for a cut across the adversary's abdomen. If all went as planned, the other man would take a lethal gash to his lower organs, bleeding quickly to death if the shock did not end him first. However, nothing ever seemed to go as planned.
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Post by rex on Jul 10, 2016 17:57:17 GMT
Most of the patrons of the bar room had been watching the two with a bit amusement or annoyance at first, but when Godfried had pulled a weapon the locals scattered in a rush. Kris pulled his own fine blade as the man opposite of him moved his in the figure eight. A fight it would be then.
It was a bit unexpected, the coins flying at Kris' face, but he was no stranger to fighting dirty himself. He squinted his eyes to keep any of the coins from cutting one, but stayed focused on Godfried and his sudden rush and allowing the coins to meet his face with a few stings her and.there. His opponent came in with a slash at his side, Kris felt that his armor would have protected him from such a strike, but he wanted to make the man regret not walking away.
Kris took a step back, just beyond the arc of the swing and grabbing a near empty bottle by the neck from the bar with his free hand. Then brought his own sword behind Godfried's swing with a parry to bring the blade past Kris' body so the knight's momentum wouldn't leave Kris impaled. His other hand came around opposite then, coming over his sword arm as it worked its defensive strike, bringing with it the bottle in a collision course with Godfried's face.
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