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Post by Terris on Aug 6, 2014 14:18:11 GMT -8
Dear Townsfolk,
You have been invited to the official opening of the Tavern. Please arrive at sunset for dinner, drinks and a special surprise. There is no need to bring anything but yourselves, and any bondeds or pets small enough to fit through the door.
I look forward to seeing you soon.
Terris.
The knight signed each handwritten invitation with a flourish, then giving a few to each of his willing bonded, went back to the fireplace to check on the still immature eggs that were being warmed there. He tapped one experimentally. They certainly seemed hard enough, and Akanth had said they'd probably hatch tonight, or in the early hours of the morning, he certainly hoped so. He had been watching over these eggs for days, like a protective mother cougar and it was beginning to take its toll. "No use fretting" he said to himself, pulling a large fur close to the fire. He sprawled on this, watching the flickering firelight dance on the shells of the tiny eggs and smiled. Tonight, if Akanth and he had timed things right, the town would have some wonderful new bonds to share their lives with. With this final thought, the knight drifted off to sleep. (207/200 words, cougar, immature)
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Post by Terris on Aug 6, 2014 14:18:27 GMT -8
Drab Brown Egg
Shiny Blue Egg
Mossy Green Egg
Tiny Yellow Egg
Bright Red Egg
Ugly Black Egg
Slightly Cracked Egg
Sickly Spotted Egg
Speckled Pink Egg
Large Green Egg
Boring White Egg
Mottled Blue Egg
Glimmering Silver Egg
Sparkly Gold Egg
More eggs to be released as needed - everyone will get two.
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Post by Taki on Aug 6, 2014 16:52:10 GMT -8
Taki read the notice with intense interest. She had been wondering when the tavern would officially open, what with the osidae mishap at the inn and all the other adventures that had taken place. She herself had been so busy that the days had slipped by her like they were coated in olive oil. Recently Beleth had actually flown, and the dragon had been taking every opportunity to practice both taking to the air and going between. She hadn’t yet flown with Taki, still far too small and nervous about it, and Taki wasn’t going to push her until she was ready.
But this sounded like it was going to be a fun gathering! She made sure she looked her best, grooming herself with extra care, and readying everything she thought she might need for the event. About the only thing that bothered her was that she couldn’t think up anything to offer as a gift. What did you give the owner/operator of a tavern on opening night? He probably had enough tankards, and besides she had received the invitation from Morse too late to carve one. Briefly she thought of a rum cake, but then realized that although she had tasted one once, she had no idea how to bake one. This conundrum frustrated her for some time, until Tam’kar gave her an idea while she was helping groom his white fur. It took her the rest of the day, but at last, as the sun began to set, she put the finishing touches on her gift and headed, with Tam’kar, Dusk and Mysteri, and her six Undassa to the tavern. Beleth was too big to get inside, and was too tired after practicing all day to join in, and Honor said he was more than willing to keep a watch over the rest of her companions who would remain behind.
Approaching, she had to admire the way the sun cast a gilded glow on the tavern front, making it seem cheerful and inviting. It suddenly dawned on her that she herself had never approached Terris about her performing for the Tavern. Drat! And she didn’t know if Cain had said anything to the knight either. Her ears tipped down in slight annoyance at her own forgetfulness. Several times she had been in his company, and it had never crossed her mind. Well, maybe she could catch Terris in private and ask him if he would like it. Shaking her slight self-irritation, she walked up to the door and went inside.
The last time she had seen the tavern had been when she’d adopted Dusk and Mysteri, and the place had seemed a little bit of a mess. But now everything was as it should be, and looked wonderful! It seemed like he was the first one to arrive – good, she maybe could make her query quickly, before her nerves got the better of her. Looking around she spotted Terris, just rolling up a fur nearby to the fire (perhaps a nap?), and approached with a light step, only noticing at the last moment the line of colorful eggs on the hearth. But out of politeness, she pretended to ignore them.
*Good evening, Terris! The tavern looks amazing! I hope I’m not too early.* Tam’kar, having no such restraints on his curiosity, began to sniff at the line of eggs carefully, wondering what was inside, as her pair of kittens prowled around Terris’ legs, remembering him perhaps. *Um, I know I didn’t really have to, but I made this, to commemorate the opening of the tavern.* She pulled a small wooden plaque from her bag and held it out: a dragon in flight, slightly curved in posture, over a sky-view of the town (or as best as Beleth had shown her through their link, backed by the spire. Perhaps the distances weren’t accurate, but it looked nice anyhow. And having a dragon bonded herself helped her get the appearance of the dragon in flight perfect, as Beleth had been very willing to pose.
Tam’kar was momentarily distracted from the eggs when he caught sight of Morse in the tavern and bounded over to say hello to his fellow spirit animal.
Evening, Morse! Terris really did a good job on the tavern from the last time we were here. Not that it looked really bad then, but it was kind of a mess with what the kittens did to it. Briefly he glanced to his bonded and the knight, then dropped his voice. Taki got a suggestion that to repay everyone’s kindness to her, since she can’t really defend the city or heal wounds or anything like that. Cain heard her piping and liked it, and said that she should play here sometimes. But she’s too nervous to ask Terris about it. Think he’d like the idea?
(word count: 807/500, olive, tankard, rum)
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Post by Tidfe on Aug 6, 2014 19:06:33 GMT -8
Cain sat there and stared at the invitation. Either he was out of practice reading fancy script or Terris's handwriting was just terrible. He would never admit to the first so he was gonna blame it on the later even if all his bonded knew the truth behind it. Put it this way: the invention of the printed word was a life saver in Cain's opinion. Did not help his reading skill as he still had to read aloud to actually read, but it certainly made it easier. But back to the invitation. Dorth finally had to pluck it from his hands to read it too him. "Well...I would not go for the food or the drink. Neither would do me any good. Might go for the company. That would be about it." The surprise did not intrigue him in the least to be honest. He already got enough surprises waking up to stolen food in his home or the echee fighting over a stick. Able certainly wasn't a help, egging them on and betting with Bandit on who would win the stick. Really the only sane of his horde were Brains, Ligament and Gust and one of them did not even stay with him!
It was about midday at this point that the mystery of written word had been revealed and before Dorth could even tackle him, Cain was already gone. Soap in hand and a rag in the other to dry off, he went to go take a bath, laughing at having been one step ahead of Dorth for once. Arriving back, Dorth fretted about what he should wear. He did not exactly come with a lot and finally, as the sun was starting to set, Cain put his foot done. "Enough! I'll just go in my bones. Not like anyone expects much more out of me anyways."
Rotating his shoulders, he did pick up Taki's scarf. In case she was there and he could return it too her. Bandit had tried to steal it but Cain had pointed out that Terris's armor was a better steal. It was shiny and harder to get and technically did not already belong to Bandit. If the Kurbok was ever successful, Cain would apologize to the Knight, but until that day, it gave the rouge something to look forward too.
No one really decided to tag along and Cain was a little sadden by that. Not even Basaol wanted to come, instead preferring to sleep. Knocking lightly at the tavern door, he slipped in, scarf under his arm as he waited for his eyes to adjust. His eyesight wasn't that good to begin with and switching from dim to dimmer was just enough to have spots dancing in front of them. Once they did, he spotted Taki and gave her a little wave. "Hiya! I brought your scarf back." Grinning, he moved to hand her the piece of material. "So what is this big surprise you have for us Terris?" He had yet to notice the eggs that were sitting there by the fire.
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Post by Taki on Aug 7, 2014 4:58:23 GMT -8
Hearing the familiar voice, Taki looked at Cain with a bright, cheerful smile.
*Hi! Oh, thank you.* She took back her scarf and whimsically draped it across her shoulders like she'd done for him previously, twisting it secure with a small knot. *I hope it helped some, since it was my dragon that soaked you.* Dusk and Mysteri were eyeing the Skeleton up, wondering if he would be a good target, but thankfully Tam'kar diverted their attentions with a clever flick on his tail. Their teeth hadn't managed to get past his fluff as of yet! And until they did, he'd just spare the skeleton who'd been so kind to his bonded the pouncing.
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Post by Anari on Aug 7, 2014 5:24:59 GMT -8
After a thorough tour of town, Anari smiled as she was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. She stretched, arcing her back and letting the warmth soak in, admitting that she was bordering on exhausted and probably should be considering finding a place to bed down. With a chuckle at her own distracted nature, she realized that once again, she had spent the whole day active and had forgotten about tracking down that inn. She shook her head at herself, then began winding her way back through the middle of town, looking at each building and trying to recall her path. Her right leg was beginning to pang her somewhat, making her limp worse, and she’d just begun considering sitting down for a rest when a large white cat with black stripes and spines and piercing blue eyes, quite unlike anything she’d ever seen before, prowled from around a corner and up to her. She tensed, wondering if this beast meant to attack her, but as it got closer she realized it had something in its mouth. Without a sound – it seemed felines here were just as silent here as where she was from – it padded up to her and dropped a note of some sort at her feet. Then it looked at her expectantly for a moment, before bounding off on some other objective.
“What was that?” she mused aloud, half wondering if it was someone’s… bonded, still getting used to that concept, and exactly what kind of feline it was, then carefully knelt, picked up the folded paper, and read it. “So, it seems the tavern is opening, and there’s going to be a small celebration in its honor?” For a moment, she felt honestly torn. She’d thus far kept herself mostly separated from the others, adjusting to this new life. But she knew, sure as thunder followed lightning, that she’d have to mingle eventually. A community wouldn’t survive if its inhabitants isolated themselves from one another. And from the parties she’d seen before, it seemed as if they did like their get-togethers. Maybe this would be a good chance to get to know people.
Heading to the center of town, she saw the tavern, glowing slightly from witin. And through the windows she could see Terris talking to the skeleton and the cat girl she’d noticed before. With an abruptness that jarred her right leg and made her wince, she drew herself up short. It looked like it was just the three of them at the moment. Would it be wise for her to go in, when there wouldn’t be a crown to camouflage behind? Or would this be the best solution? She knew Terris well enough to judge him a good man, and a thousand more times knightly than the ‘knights’ she had first tried to avoid, then fought against. The little feline… cheerful, bubbly, child-like from her best guess. The skeleton… there was the one to doubt. She still hadn’t made any decisions about him… but then again, it seemed Terris had. Shouldn’t that count for something?
Deciding that as the saying goes ‘fortune favors the bold’ – plus her right leg was demanding at least a short rest – Anari took a breath and made her way inside, slipping through the door as quietly as possible and leaning against the first table she came to, shifting her weight and listening to see what was going on before speaking up.
(word count 576/500 thunder, separate, exhausted)
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Post by Tidfe on Aug 7, 2014 5:58:32 GMT -8
"It did. Thank you for loaning it to me. Speaking of your dragon, how is she doing? Dorth said she is a pleasure to have in lessons." Cain would not have minded being pounced upon by the cats. His own did that often enough that it would not have been any different. Just more of a surprise. Leaning against the nearest table, he did not miss the entry of another person.
He took advantage of the fact that he did not have to be looking directly at a person with his eye sockets to see them to study this new addition to the party. Cain did not recognize her, but that did not say a lot. He figured there had to be more humans dropped in this dimension than their own little band and so it was only logical he would not recognize everyone who eventually wondered into town. There was something about her that Cain couldn't quite put his finger on but he let it go. Let his subconscious mind work on it. That was usually the best way to go about it.
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Post by Leyora on Aug 7, 2014 20:55:26 GMT -8
Leyora stared blankly at the writing on the paper that the nynt had handed to her. Vidra was happy to explain that the paper was an invitation to the grand opening of the tavern and that there was a delightful surprise for those that showed up. After absorbing all the rest of the details, Leyora offered Vidra a sweet treat that resembled banana bread in thanks for deciphering the written words. Foam and Dusk chattered excitedly about how they would be happy to teach her how to read and write, after Vidra left, but for now Leyora was not in the mood for it. However, she did promise them that she would start setting aside time for lessons.
For now, though, visiting the tavern with it fully functioning seemed like a treat. She hadn't been bar hopping in a long time even by her old world's standards. There was a fondness in her heart for an old tavern that was too far to get to by road but was just a short jaunt down the coast if she gave a certain merchant boat the right password and, of course, pay off. She was sure Terris's tavern would have the same welcoming at-home feel to it that her old tavern of choice had, but she was more happy that she wouldn't have to jump through hoops to gain admittance here.
She spent the better part of the day tending to and inviting all of her bonds and considering her pets. there was a strange awkwardness that hung in the air, though as there had been for awhile. Eyrdith, it seemed, just getting a little more out of sorts and moody and it tainted the rest of the bonds with an uneasy feeling of caution. Leyora was certain that she knew what was happening do to dreams she had had, but she hoped it was still a day or two away from happening. The dragon seemed more or less calm for now as she was sleeping anyway.
Leyora searched the closet in her room, still impressed by the detail that the gods had given in designing and stocking each house. It didn't take her long to find a fetching dress from her world with long flowing sleeves, an open mouthed neck, and a slenderly cut material that hugged her torso, just enough to accentuate without out right flaunting her form. from the hips down the dress flowed freely, much like the sleeves. The dark rose material was soft to the touch and Leyora had been dying for an excuse to wear it, as it was too nice to wear in most normal situations. She put the outfit on with a matching belt that had long, dangling ends. Next she did what she could to tame her hair which was going out, some, now. It hung of her shoulder like a capelet, covering her otherwise exposed back and shoulders. She was not trying to impress anyone, but sometimes it felt nice to doll up a little and hit the town.
So it was that when sunset came, she all dressed up and ready to go. She couldn't believe she was getting so giddy. With a cheerful smile she entered the tavern alone and waved to any that looked her way. Not exactly sure what to do, or how this grand opening would proceed, Leyora found a place at the bar to sit down and simply enjoyed looking over the amazing job Terris had done with renovations.
((300 word Challenge: banana boat = 583 words))
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Post by Duzell on Aug 8, 2014 1:25:49 GMT -8
Duzell read the note written in Terris' fancy script. He had been wondering when Terris would have the tavern open for business. The note said not to bring anything, but Terris had brought pies to the inn’s “opening” so it was only right that he should do the same. Well, not pies. Duzell was absolutely awful at baking and Duzell was fairly certain that Leyora would kill him if he messed up her kitchen. With a sigh, Duzell decided that he would just have to make up for his lack of suitable tavern-warming gift next time he called on Terris. He went and got cleaned up, selected clean clothes from clean braies to his fancy vest that he had yet to wear, donned his coat, and went to see if any of his bonded wanted to join him. He did make sure to carefully check that there were no spiders sleeping in his pockets. Fredrick did not appreciate being displaced from his favorite napping place and hissed lazily as Duzell set him on one of the beds in the inn. Someday, when they actually got customers, Duzell would move his horde of pets back to his own house, but unfortunately they seemed to like it here in the inn better.
Both Orryx and Misty were excited to accompany Duzell to the tavern. As they neared the building Duzell marveled at what a good job Terris had done cleaning it up from the damage the weasel had caused. He entered the tavern and saw that many of the others had arrived as well. Duzell waved to the many familiar faces as he made his way inside. Then he spotted someone he didn’t recognize. “Hello, are you new to town? I’m Duzell and this is Misty and Orryx. It’s always nice to see new faces here.” Orryx circled the new woman gleefully. Hi. Welcome to town. What’s your name?
Ooc 300 word challenge, 317 words: braies
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Post by Jordan on Aug 8, 2014 2:21:39 GMT -8
Jordan sat in his cave outside of town carefully carving strange and complicated symbols into the staff he had stolen from the nearby town. The process was long and required painstaking concentration, but it was one of the few nonviolent activities that Jordan truly enjoyed. He would have enjoyed it a bit better if his undead Echee, Ghoul, wasn’t running everywhere squeaking every few minutes. Apparently not even dying could chase the nesting instinct out of the little rodents. Ghoul had already managed to drag Jordan’s newly acquired dagger into a small hole and had nearly lost a toe for his effort. The undead were many things: hard to kill, smelly, nocturnal. No one had ever accused them of intelligence though.
Jordan had just finished carving a symbol which would prevent his undead from desiccating as quickly when a strange looking cat walked into his cave. In its mouth it held a letter. Jordan stared at the creature, wondering what it could possibly want and took the letter. He scanned the fancy script and sighed. If Jordan had his way he would spend his time in this world like a poltergeist; never seen, but constantly messing with things and taking stuff. Maybe a bit of killing, he hadn’t really planned that far out yet. It would all depend on how bored he got he supposed. What he knew for certain was that going to the tavern and partying with the townsfolk was certainly not part of the plan. That was pretty much the exact opposite of the plan. He hated parties and he wasn’t too fond of people either.
When he looked up to deliver his answer, the strange white cat was already gone. Shrugging, Jordan turned back to his work. He had gotten only halfway through the next symbol when Ghoul rushed over and began tugging on his sleeve and chattering excitedly at him. Jordan shook the Echee off his sleeve and turned back to his staff. Ghoul was undeterred however. He climbed onto Jordan’s shoulder and began squeaking directly into his ear. Jordan growled under his breath at the excited rodent. “No, we are not going.” The Echee continued to squeak at Jordan until, frustrated, Jordan dropped his half carved staff and abruptly stood up. “Fine! You want to go to the tavern? We’ll go to the damn tavern. Then will you give me some peace and quiet?” Jordan stomped out of the cave and angrily stormed the entire way to the town.
Jordan entered the town and made his way to the tavern. He had only been there once before, so it took him a bit to find his way to the newly opened tavern. By the time he got to the brightly lit building he was quite ready to go home. Jordan roughly yanked the door open and made his way directly towards the bar. Not even bothering to wait for whoever owned the establishment, Jordan walked to the other side and poured himself a strong drink. Ghoul climbed off Jordan’s shoulder and began eagerly exploring the tavern. Jordan sighed into his drink. Something told him it was going to be a long night.
ooc: 500 word challenge, 528 words: poltergeist, desiccation, nocturnal
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Post by Anari on Aug 8, 2014 4:19:52 GMT -8
Watched. Anari definitely had the feeling she was being watched, but from where? From what she could tell the three present weren’t looking at her at all, but her watch lieutenant’s instinct had never lead her wrong before. Perhaps there was someone else in the tavern who was observing her so intently, enough so that whether it was their desire or not she’d take notice. Gently taking a seat, she used the excuse of examining the tavern to look around and try to pinpoint where this person might have concealed themselves, with or without Terris’ knowing.
The tavern was actually rather nice, which a quiet dignity that reflected its owner. It lacked the broken-in look (sometimes literally!) that a lot of the drinking establishments she’d been in over the years had held, and lacked the eccentricities of the more norotious of her knowledge (one boasted the barkeeps inherited collection of twenty-four teapots from a land far across the ocean, and woe to any who came close to damaging them!). It was a comfortable place, one that made her relax even as her dark blue eyes scanned doorways and shadows. She was honestly reminded of her old after-shift hang-out, First Watch (popular with her fellow watch members both for the name, the good drink and food, and the discounts they always recieved!). Despite all her training, she could see no one, though she did catch sight of a line of varied eggs on the hearth. What could possibly be in them?
The door opened behind her, allowing someone to enter, but at that particular moment Anari had diverted her attention back to the skeleton chatting with the knight and feline, and scarcely paid attention until she heard a man speaking, seemingly to her. She started to turn in the seat to answer him, when suddenly a small floating… squid??... darted around her in cheerful circles quick enough to make her a but dazzled, mostly because of all the things she might have expected that wasn’t one of them! If she’d have been standing she probably would’ve tripped, but as it was Anari merely rocked slightly in the chair before her balance allowed her to right it. At least she hadn’t yelped in her surprise, though again it had only been her training that had saved her dignity there. Regaining her composure she answered the questions.
“Yes, I suppose I am. I’m Anari Warden.” Politely she held out a hand to shake with Duzell, though her eyes kept darting to the equally darting Spirit Animal. It was floating… instead of swimming? How many wonders did this new world hold? “Thank you for the welcome. I haven’t really had much time to talk to anyone, though I’ve met Terris at a place he called the ‘Nexus?’” She hoped she was remembering the name correctly. Glancing down, she took in ‘Misty,” thinking her a rather lovely creature with such bright, intelligent eyes, then looked up at Duzell again. “I got an invitation to come here from Terris’ feline, and since it was nearly sunset at the time I thought I might as well step in and see what was happening.” Past Duzell she saw two more enter. It looked like the tavern was filling up relatively quickly, between people and the creatures with them. One a woman in a lovely dress, the other a man that didn’t look like he wanted to be there. She frowned a tiny bit when he so brazenly got himself a drink, but then again perhaps he was known to Terris and a friend, so this was permitted behavior? When in doubt watch and see, as her mother had always advised her.
(word count 582/500, twenty-four, teapots, trip)
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Post by Taki on Aug 8, 2014 9:56:42 GMT -8
*Beleth loves the lessons with Dorth! Every time she lands from even just a small flight, she's practicing doing it only on her back legs, as if she's carrying me. Though both of them think it'll be a while yet before she actually tries it for real, haha!*
One of the kittens, Mysteri (black gems), quickly had tired of Tam'kar's fluffy tails, especially since the kitsune was distracted with speaking to Morse and wasn't really playing back. She advanced on the curious new person, crouching low in a stalking position and getting as close as the dared, stretching her neck out to sniff at Cain's ankles... before tensing all her legs and springing like, well, a coiled spring and cling to his leg with all four limbs, voicing a 'furious, terrifying snarl' (more like utterly adorable mew! Kitten perspective is sometimes a little off.)
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Post by Raegar on Aug 8, 2014 10:02:22 GMT -8
Since having been healed, Raegar and his mount, Cozzene, had been staying in a particularly dense part of the grove where the overlapping branches gave shelter from the weather. A heavy rain became more like a misty drizzle whilst staying in the thicket. It was not, perhaps the most ideal of places to stay, but at least his clothes came away with the clean, earthy scent of fresh greenery. Still, every so often Raegar preferred to ride into town and check on the status of the inn and the tavern. He hoped one or both of them might open soon so that he might be able to stay some place drier and with less bugs to pester him as he tried to sleep.
It was on such a venture into town that he came across a white tiger, of sorts, that bore a message... for him? Ah, no. For everyone. Well that made more sense, at least. It seemed that the tavern was opening and everyone was invited for food drink and a surprise. Raegar was becoming wary of surprises as of late, but he could never turn down an invite to a tavern. After all he had been through in recent days, Raegar was more than happy to give the new establishment his patronage, as long as there were good stiff drinks to help wash down the craziness that he felt deep inside.
He thanked the tiger verbally and then wondered at the sour expression he was met with. Odd fellow, that cat. Raegar shrugged and rode the rest of the way onward to the tavern. Cozzene was content to wander a short ways off and crop at the grass just outside the saydar pens, out back. Raegar stepped on inside, pausing for a moment at the door, to take in the sight of everyone and everything around him. Shaking his head to keep from getting lost in his thoughts, Raegar walked slowly up to the bar.
He flashed a prize winning smile at the lady in the pretty pink dress and then nodded to the sour gentleman that was already plowing into the drinks. "A bit early to be celebrating, yet, don't you think, pal? And with a lady present too..." Raegar frowned, though with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Not knowing which fella here went by the name of Terris, Raegar called out merrily to anyone listening, first round is on me tonight, folks." then in a more casual voice he looked back at the man when the less than pleasant attitude and said, 'Well, second or third round for you, I suppose." Without even thinking about it, he pulled out a wad of bills and coinage stamped with the face of King Kuznair and began counting out what estimated he would owe the barkeep. He made sure to leave enough for a small tip and any possible exchange rate fees, if this back water village happened to have their own King or Queen.
Pleased with himself, he propped one arm on the bar and looked around some more. That was when he saw it; the eggs next to the fire. A painful lump lodged itself in his chest and groaned, "No... that is impossible." So many of THOSE kind of eggs in one spot?! They were rare commodities in Elderomis and generally only rich or the wild were able to acquire them. The only person Raegar even knew that had one, did not own it... him, so much as as she befriended him. Then again, Kassalea easily fit in the 'wild' category. Feeling sick as memories and distorted images of the person he once was rose to the surface, Raegar stood shakily, muttering gibberish to himself about Kassy and Pip. He turned to leave, but Cozzene chose that moment to put his hoof down, so to speak, on their bond. "You need to see this. You need to feel it. You. WILL. Stay." There was no room for argument. Raegar groaned again and sat back down, running one hand though his hair in frustration.
((500 Word Challenge: Branch, Greenery, Drizzle = 679 words))
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Post by Tidfe on Aug 8, 2014 10:49:10 GMT -8
Cain could not help but grin at the excitement in Taki's voice. Before he got a chance to respond, more people started to enter the tavern. The first was Leyora and Cain could not help the jaw drop that happened as he caught a look at her. That gown was stunning and she wore it better than some of the high born ladies he knew back when he actually still had flesh.
Waving back at both Duzell and Leyora, he watched as another new face entered the bar. Unlike the first one though, this one made his metaphoric skin crawl. While he may not have been able to place what was off about the female, this was easy to nail down. Necromancy. The magic reeked of Death's old clothes. Least that was how Cain always thought of it.
A low growl came from his throat and he moved closer to both Taki and Leyora. Or attempted to anyway. Hard to protect two people when they aren't near each other. The attack on his leg was a welcome distraction as he ready to leap across the bar at the Necromancer and teach the little brat some manners. Letting out a hiss of pain, he reached down to try and pry the little kitten off his leg. "Taki...Does this one belong to you, cause if not, I claim it."
He tried to force some lightness into his voice, but anyone could tell it was forced. Another person entered, though this one, compared to the one before was normal. Well...Fairly normal. Least Cain was not ready to try and hit him over the head with a wooden mug. So that was saying something. And first round on him? Guess if the guy wanted to pay, Cain could forgive the Necromancer his lack of manners...If just barely. Provided he stayed away from his friends, Cain would try to stay away from him.
Simple enough, right?
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Post by Jordan on Aug 8, 2014 12:55:08 GMT -8
Jordan turned to see who had spoken to him. While he was hardly familiar with any of the townspeople he did remember this man. This was the man that had looked close to Grenth’s door on the day he had first come into town. Pity, it looked as though he had made a full recovery. “If the lady didn’t like drinking she sure picked the wrong place to hang out.” Jordan muttered. He was not really interested in having this conversation with a stranger. He would drink if he wanted and that was final. And, to be completely honest, it was probably better that he had already started. The ale was working to calm his internal desire to leave or kill anyone that bothered him, so most people would certainly see that as a plus.
Jordan smirked at the man’s sudden muttering and attempt to flee. “Seems like I’m not the only one in need of a drink tonight. Though I doubt those scraps of paper are going to help you any.” Jordan picked one of the coins off the bar and examined it. “What kind of coins are these anyway? They don’t even have the king on them.”
Although Jordan may have thought Raegar’s coins worthless, Ghoul was holding one like he had acquired the greatest treasure in the tavern. The undead Echee scrambled onto Jordan’s shoulder and proudly squeaked and showed his master his new treasure. “Yes, yes it’s very nice. What happened to your ear?” The Echee was now sporting only one ear. The other was lost gods only know where. Jordan groaned. Even if he could find it he had no manner of bindings with which to reattach it. Absently Jordan reached up to scratch the remaining ear. “Not like you need them anyway, you never listen.” Ghoul took this to mean that he was free to do what he wanted and raced down Jordan’s arm to try and collect all the coins.
Jordan was about to stop the thieving Echee when he spotted the skeleton. He glanced around, trying to find the necromancer that controlled the only humanoid minion in the entire god forsaken area. Jordan was longing to get a solid human foundation for the army he would be raising, but there just weren’t enough humans around. He suddenly wished he had brought his staff along. Half carved though it was it might have provided enough of a power boost to allow him to steal the skeleton from his current master.
Jordan left Ghoul to his coins and walked over to where the skeleton was talking with a small furry thing. He could not decide which was more interesting, the fact that the undead spoke with such human like intelligence or the thing he was talking to. It looked a bit like a miniature Charr, although nowhere near as threatening. Jordan decided to ignore it for now; he was for more interested in the skeleton tonight. He could deal with the not-Charr later. He looked the skeleton up and down before finally saying. “Okay, I’ve got to know. Who here made such a well built minion?”
ooc: 500 word challenge, 514 words, internal, binding, foundation
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