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Post by Arlene on Aug 8, 2014 16:07:17 GMT -8
Arlene taps the paper as it shows with a translation spell in case the language Terris wrote, unlike the spoken language, was not similar to hers. Not to mention she'd gotten long out of the habit of thinking in Old English. Her eyes skimmed luckily the message and grinned a bit. A tavern huh? Pubs usually meant half decent meals instead of just booze and her hand still hurt. Maybe there was even some tea for those who understandably abstained from liquor. She started walking towards town trying to keep the envy from all the people with horses from showing. Wasn't her fault she got airsick aback a giant flying reptile.
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Post by Fainche on Aug 8, 2014 16:17:21 GMT -8
Fainche was cautious. Still seemed odd that place like this with mix closer to her birth timeline to her more biker chick style timeline that she just left would have the bar and the hostel separate. She understood Grand Opening and honestly she did need to eat now that it seemed her ability to keep blood down was gone. She glanced at the five snakes keeping pace and sighed. At least, she could deal. Why? Why was she no longer Cainite and somehow was she back to a descendant of the third son of Adam and Eve Seth? A Kine... cattle or so the Ventrue and the more depraved Cainites believed. Internally she prayed as she pushed the door open to the inside that she hadn't seen since the kittens incident.
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Post by Taki on Aug 8, 2014 16:36:46 GMT -8
Taki's hand covered her mouth in a small giggle, even as she looked at him apologetically, knowing it probably stung, and quickly retrieved the little kitten before she could start biting (she didn't want to imagine how much that would sting her skeleton friend!).
*Yes, she's one of my two. Mysteri, as I've come to call her.* Holding the kitten in both hands, she held her up for a proper introduction. *This is Cain, Mysteri. He's a friend, so no chewing on him.* If Mysteri understood the injunction, it was hard to tell as she just meowed at him and batted in his direction.
Then Taki realized something had disturbed Cain's good mood; she'd picked up the soft growl. Her ears flicking was the only sign of such, however. An old friend, who was something of a scoundrel, had taught her well a while back that sometimes, even when you were in safety, being able to keep a straight face could be useful. She took the moment to smile at Duzell, noticing in the process that three people she didn't recognize had entered. Had one of them alarmed her friend somehow? One seemed fine to her. Duzell was talking to a woman sitting at a table dressed in dark clothes - maybe her flail had caught his attention? Not too many walked around armed as far as she'd seen, unless there was need. Or maybe he took offense to the one who'd gone behind the bar without asking. That was a little impolite. Well, no matter what happened Taki wasn't worried. She was safe and with friends, and doubted that between them all any one of the newcomers would be allowed to start trouble.
With a gentle touch, she patted Cain's arm, just to let him know she'd picked up one his tenseness and hoped before she night would pass, he'd find his smile again.
Then he caught sight of Leyora, his jaw dropped, and Taki giggled again. That worked too!
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Post by Tajian on Aug 8, 2014 17:42:37 GMT -8
Tajian had decided, not long after arriving in town, that he would make the most of the situation at hand. He may not have known where he was, or how he got there, but, considering he by all rights should have been well and truly dead, he was not going to let that bother him. Besides, the townsfolk here seemed friendly, if a little odd, and there didn't seem to be any wars being fought, which was a welcome change.
Life, for Tajian, before this point, had carried on amidst a backdrop of his own father's constant wars. He had never really known peacetime life, and, being a young lord, and then a squire for his father's champion, had never had the freedom to do what he pleased, he certainly had not been allowed to go out picking fruits...which is what he was doing when the Nynt had found him.
Tajian had paid the creature no mind at first, much too busy stuffing small plum-like fruits into his mouth, much the way a child given a gold coin's worth of sweetmeats was likely to do. He had assumed the young otter-like creature had come from the nearby oasis, and was probably also after the fruits on which he was gorging. It was not until he noticed the roll of parchment in the creature's jaws that he stopped and took notice.
He took the paper carefully, mindful of the Nynt's sharp teeth, and scanned it. The handwriting was all-too familiar to him, and, as he finished, and saw the familiar scrawl of his own Knight's mark..(though missing the official titles) he felt a painful contraction in his chest. Could it be that his knight had also been brought here after being struck down? If this was so, why was he opening a tavern?
An alarmed whuffle nearby told him his anxiety was worrying Thanatos, and he moved towards the almost pure white horse and stroked the neck.
"Don't worry, friend, I'm fine, just very confused." he said softly as he sung himself up onto the stallion's back.
"I need some answers, and I think I'll probably get them at the tavern" he said to the horse, who strode quickly in the direction of the town.
(378/200 words, sweetmeat, plum)
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Post by Terris on Aug 8, 2014 18:11:25 GMT -8
Terris wandered from person to person, chatting a little here, joking a little there. He had thanked Taki for her beatiful gift when he had recieved it, and promptly placed it above the bar, a grin forming on his face. It was perfect, gave the place a bit of character, made it feel more like, well, like home.
He heard Cain ask him what the surprise was, and simply raised an eyebrow, before jerking his head in the direction of the eggs by the hearth.
"Akanth had me dig a bunch of those out of the sands by Redfist Reef. He wont tell me what's in them, only that they are useful little beasts, and that everyone should have one or two. Apparently they should be able to bond, whatever they are. I have more by the large fireplace in the quiet room, good thing, too there are more people in this town than I thought." he said, then, seeing Whisper stalking someone's Verem Touf kitten, excused himself, and ushered the beast back into the kitchens.
As he wandered out of the ktichen (the smell of well-roasted meats wafting out behind him as he did) he came across two unfamiliar men at the bar, and moved over to greet them. He noticed one already had a drink and grinned, though, seeing the other man's expression on viewing the eggs by the hearth, he felt he probably needed to lighten the mood. That man had a haunted look in his eyes. He recognised it well, it was a look he, too had at times when he looked in the mirror.
"Opening night, do feel free to drink all you want, on the house, I have enough here to supply our small town for a decade, and I got it all for free, so I feel no reason to charge, at least not now." he stopped, noticing the undead echee that was busily trying to steal some unusual looking coins.
"What a remarkable creature, which of you owns it?" he said, clearly interested, rather than appalled by it. He had known necromancers in the past, and, though most people found them unseemly, even malevolent, unless they were trying to throw armies of undead at him, or turn him into an undead minion, he was more than happy to converse with them. Necromancers were useful sometimes, no point having one on your bad side. Sure, they were not angels but who was these days? Certainly not him.
(416/300 words. Angels, Haunted)
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Post by Tidfe on Aug 8, 2014 18:55:21 GMT -8
Cain ground his teeth as Jordan called out asking whose 'minion' he was. He was no one's minion you little Death Spawn. Can't the undead be undead without having a master behind them? Apparently not. Though he was really tempted to introduce Jordan to some of the zombies he knew. Luckily for everyone, none of those zombies happened to be here (or there would be a zombie outbreak on hand and serious doubts that anyone wants to face a zombiefied dragon).
Though the studying gaze he gave Cain, the skeleton could live with. When he did the same to Taki, he pressed closer to her, a low growl issuing from his throat. The touch he felt from him reassured him a little bit, but at the same time aroused the protectiveness in him. Not having her ability to sense emotions, he did not know why she was patting his arm. Could be she wanted him to calm down and stop growling (which was the actual reason) or that she did not like this guy either and wanted comfort or even something that Cain did not think of at the moment.
He barely acknowledged Terris's answer to his question though he did spare a quick glance to the fire place. Hmm. They looked like Dorth's eggs but smaller. Maybe another type of dragon? Or reptile? Or maybe it was a flying fire breathing horse. The musings helped take his mind off of Jordan for a little bit and he tilted his head a little bit. "What do you think will hatch out of those eggs?"
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Post by Leyora on Aug 9, 2014 2:28:47 GMT -8
Once sitting down, Leyora soon realized that she had no idea what she wanted to do or say. Cain seemed busy with Taki and the scene was too adorable for her to wish to interrupt or join in. She did manage a modest blush at noticing Cain's reaction to seeing her though, along with Taki's cute giggle. Seeing the kittens, made her wish that she had thought to bring her cats as well bonds and pets alike. The others were taking the evening to help get Midna used to her new home, though.
The man that sat near her and helped himself to the bar gave Leyora the heebie jeebies but she offered him a smile as well. The echee that seemed to be with him alarmed her though. It looked... dead, yet very much alive and every bit as enthused about shiny objects as her own very much alive Chubs and Sassy would be. She had decided to leave the man be for now. He didn't seem to be too interested in human interaction, anyway.
Leyora waved back to Duzell as he entered and watched as he went to greet one of the other new faces in town. Nodding to herself, she thought that seemed like the best course of action. In fact another newcomer had just sat down on the other side of the creepy man with the dead echee. She smiled shyly as this man reprimanded the other for drinking early and shook her head in protest. "I'm no Lady... I'm just me. Ahh, Leyora." She gave him a look inviting him to give his name as well. If Eyrdith had been awake and in her usual motherly state, she might have been proud of Leyora's growth in social abilities. There was a time not so long ago when the lass might have shied away from such a gathering. Terris came by to chat with her for a moment and she thanked him for the invite. Nodding as he went on his way, she turned back to The gentleman with the odd looking currency.
He suddenly did not seem to be feeling so well. Concerned, Leyora slid from the bar stool and walked over to him. Terris reached him first, though. She didn't really mean to eaves drop, but with everyone talking at once, proximity dictated that the closest conversation was the one she would hear. Taking cue, Leyora fetched a couple of glasses and skimmed the bottles. She poured a blackberry wine for herself and a whiskey that smelled strong enough to strip paint for the newcomer. Leyora was passing on anything too strong for now, just in case Eyrdith waking up in a foul mood was in the forecast, again. Besides, she wanted to be clear minded and see what the pretty eggs might hatch into.
Pushing such thoughts aside, she handed the gentleman the whiskey and asked softly, "Will you be alright? Your injury isn't still acting up again, is it?" The once fancy clothes, now in tatters and the familiar hole in the vest told her that this was the same gentleman that had been at the town's celebration only recently and had knocked a bunch of boxes and snakes into his lap. Had he not been in the process of being healed, the scene might have almost been funny.
(500 Word Challenge: forecast, passing, growth = 557 words))
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Post by Taki on Aug 9, 2014 4:02:06 GMT -8
It took Taki a moment to process what Jordan had meant in reference to Cain - her limited knowledge of undead combined with her having no thoughts of him other than as a very good friend and a regular person - but when it did it hit her hard. No -wonder- Cain was growling! Her mouth fell open in shock, then closed on a scowl of her own, as her fur fluffed, her hands clenched into fists, and her ears went back against her hat. It was rare, very incredibly rare that a Myrgwae -ever- became angry, but giving what they perceived as an insult to a friend was about the most sure-fire way to do it!
*Don't you dare talk about Cain like that!* she scolded in a low tone, ready to defend her friend (even if he was more than capable of defending himself). Minion, indeed! Fortunately for those gathered, Taki was skilled enough with her empathy to keep a tight grip on her emotions ad not let them spread. Otherwise, the tavern's opening night might turn into a fight! As it was, even if she wanted to answer Cain's curious query with an idea of her own, she wouldn't be able to until she calmed down. *He's not a 'minion;' he's our friend. You should apologize!* Yes, she had just told the necromancer to apologize to the skeleton. Later on the irony of that would register.
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Post by Raegar on Aug 9, 2014 4:16:59 GMT -8
Raegar grinned at the Man who had started early on the drinking and answered merrily, "Not at all, sir. You misunderstand. 'Tis bad company to not first invite the lady to a drink... and there a lot of ladies here tonight. Hence my offer of the first round." He winked at Leyora. "Leyora, then. My pleasure, I assure you. Name's Raegar." He might have had more to say, if not for his gaze falling to the undead rodent that was playing with his coins. Answering the man between him and Leyora, he said, "Might not be your king, anyway. That's old King Kuznair, there. Ornery old cuss from Mt.Meridias. I reckon currency there will change soon enough, though, since rumor has it he was dethroned." He shook his head, not wishing to think about it. There had been talks of creatures fitting Kassalea's and Pip's descriptions being in the middle of that riot too, not that he thought the the pegasus was capable of such a thing. She was such a mousey thing when he had had her enslaved.
Since the necromancer was probably right about the coinage being worthless now, he didn't bother with trying get back anything that the undead echee latched onto. It seemed the barkeep was not interested in payment either. gotta hand it to small town hospitality. Raegar nodded soberly and muttered a thanks to the man for the proper invite to drink his problems away. "That would be his, little... pet? I guess." Raegar jerked a thumb in the direction of the necromancer and shrugged. "Wonder if he is who owns that construct over there, too? Don't generally see many animated undead in a public place like this." Raegar's voice was one of casual conversation and genuine curiosity as he tried to rein in his memories and swirling emotions. One clear thought did ring in his head though and that was to keep am eye on the one with the undead rodent. It man stunk, figuratively speaking of magic and wizard or not Raegar was not a fan of such trickery.
He had been about to stand and fetch a drink, himself when Leyora presented him with a drink and some friendly concern. Smiling warmly, he loosened his cravat a little. "I'm better now. That healer knows her stuff." He accepted the drink and lifted his glass. "A toast to new places, new faces, and hopefully new friends, m'lady? The night is young and and it seems there are still some surprises in store for us all." He nodded to the necromancer mingling with the animated skeleton and then gestured to the eggs, of course. That was when something else caught his eye. How had he missed that before? There were colors of eggs like he had never seen before. they were the right size and shape to be what he had previously assumed they were, but like many other things in this new town, things were just not quite right. He could feel the turmoil building but with the unseen help of Cozzene, he managed to choke it down. This was after all supposed to be a cheery occasion. Though it was a bit forced this time, he offered another charming smile to Leyora and clinked his glass to hers before tipping up his glass and draining it completely.
((500 Word Challenge: Trickery, Enslaved, Cravat = 557 words))
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Post by Amerlan on Aug 13, 2014 16:26:56 GMT -8
Amerlan was just sitting down to enjoy a nice meal at home when she spotted Firnor playing with something in the corner. He was muttering something about 'bad taste' and 'weird black shapes'. Curiousity got the better of her and she decided to see just what he was up to. Grabbing one Saydar breast off her plate she approached the Dire Weasel. "Hey Firnor. I've got a treat for you! Catch!" He instantly shot up and darted after the tasty morsel. The food would be his!
With Firnor distracted Amerlan was able to pick up the remnants of a note. She could only make out a few words: Open, Sunset, Terris. Sunset! The sun had just about dipped below the horizon! Whatever was due to be opened she was surely late for now. What was opening though? The Inn was already running, and her Forge wasn't quite ready yet. Oh! The Tavern! Surely she couldn't miss out on a fun night of boisterous behavior and spirits!
Rushing out the door she ran down the street, followed quickly by a glowing Artemis. As she ran from the silence of her home and drew closer to the Tavern she could make out all sorts of noises, be it human conversation or the rambunctious nature of their bondeds and pets.
Stopping just shy of the Tavern she paused to catch her breath and set herself right. It was bad enough that she was late, she wouldn't add looking like a mess on top of it too! Artemis took the respite as an opportunity to alight on her bondeds shoulder. She weighed a substantial now, and was quiet solid to boot. Amerlan flashed a grin to the glowing bird and then entered the Tavern.
Walking straight up the the bar she smile at Terris. "Sorry for the tardiness, Firnor got a hold of your letter." Seeing the abundance of drink she grinned. "Pour up two shots, one for me, one for you! And then a mug of your best ale!" It was customary in Cassin to share a drink with your host, hopefully he would accept, though she wouldn't be hurt in the slightest if he didn't.
((300 word challenge : silence, closer : 363 words))
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Post by Jordan on Aug 14, 2014 4:18:55 GMT -8
Jordan was taken aback by the cat person’s comment. Was she really implying that the skeleton had no master? All the masterless undead Jordan had ever seen were mindless and bloodthirsty. The certainly did not come and chat in taverns! He shook his head and decided it was time for another drink. “Alright then.” He muttered as he walked back over to the bar. He noticed the owner of the tavern watching Ghoul collecting the odd coins. He nodded at Raegar. “Yes, unfortunately that little menace belongs to me. Not sure why I’ve been keeping it really. So far the only thing it’s good for is stealing all my shit. Only reason I’ve held onto it is it was the first thing I raised since I got dumped in this hell hole.” Jordan paused midway through pouring himself another drink. He was the type to conceal everything about himself. not tell perfect strangers his life story. Oh well, maybe if he drank enough he’d forget he was even here. Jordan smirked at Raegar and sarcastically added. “Anyone else want anything while I’m up?” Tonight he was not going to bicker that the women were perfectly capable of getting their own drinks. Clearly the man believed in chivalry and all that. He would not have lasted a second in Charr country.
Jordan sat back down with his drink. “Kuzinar? Never heard of him. Then again, he’s probably not from my home. It seems Grenth’s ways are more mysterious than I had believed. Last girl wasn’t from Tyria either, so I guess we’ve all been tossed here from different places.” Jordan shrugged. Though he worshiped the god of death wholeheartedly he knew surprisingly little about his realms. He knew in his heart he was in one of Grenth’s hells, but he could not quite figure out what he was supposed to be doing here. Jordan shook his head to clear those thoughts away. Grenth would make his plans clear in time. For now, Jordan wanted to know more about the eggs held on the fireplace. “So, any idea what’ll be hatching from those?”
Ooc: 300 word challenge, 351 words, bicker, conceal
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Post by Taki on Aug 14, 2014 4:46:05 GMT -8
Taki blinked as Jordan responded and abruptly returned to the bar, ears popping back upright in surprise and then her tail drooped slightly. This was the secret to why Myrgwae rarely let their temper get away from them. Yes, he hadn’t apologized to Cain, but now she felt guilty about her own actions. She shouldn’t have been short with him. This wasn’t either of their homes, and she had no right to counter so strongly. Where he came from, the local skeletons were probably just like the stories she’d heard. It had just been a misunderstanding. As Tam’kar gave her a warning murmur in her mind, the Myrgwae quickly got a grip on her emotions, carefully winding in her guilt to be delt with at a later time. She’d apologize herself, that’s what she’d do! But not right now. Jordan didn’t look like he was in a good mood at all (though to be honest he hadn’t looked like he was in a good one when he came in), and would probably snap right back at her, rejecting her attempt to make amends if she tried at the moment. Best to wait a little bit, give both of them a chance to breathe.
Trying to resettle her mind, she turned it to the question Cain had asked, as she instinctively put a hand on his arm again, this time taking reassurance from the friendship she felt from him, letting it calm her mind.
*I’m… not sure what could be in them.* The pause, brief though it was, was so uncharacteristic that it shook her a bit more back into herself. *Um… maybe a salamander? Or a bird?* Thinking on it, she gave a firm nod. *Yes. I think a bird! That’s my bet. Pretty birds like jewels with long flowing tails...that can hover!* She flashed a grin at Cain, hoping her whimsical descriptor would make him smile. *What do you think?*
While Mysteri had contented herself with batting at the hem of Taki’s skirt, blissfully unaware of the near-conflict that had taken place above her, her ‘sister’ Dusk was prowling around the room. After the one man had rescued her from being stalked, she’d come to the decision that she had free rein to explore, as long as she didn’t hear Taki call. So she prowled around, slipping from shadow to shadow unseen (in reality that was all in her little kitty mind; she was quite noticeable by anyone who happened to glance her way) and spotted something that looked like fun! A man sat at the bar, talking to some others – one was the same man who’d moved the big cat back into the kitchen – and not really paying attention to the floor. She dropped onto her belly, creeping forward pawstep by pawstep, eyes on her prize… then with a ‘furious’ (cute!) roar (meow) she lunged, latching teeth and claws into a dangling piece of fabric from his pants and tugging fiercely. Fortunately for Raegar, the little kitten lacked the strength to tear the silken fabric, though that didn’t stop her from trying!
(word count 514/500 carefully, secret, local 500)
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Post by Tidfe on Aug 14, 2014 9:01:01 GMT -8
Jordan did not really apologize nor did Cain really expect it. To him, the skeleton was probably just another walking undead, to be order around or dealt depending upon the circumstances. Necromancy was an elaborate courtship between the summoner and the dead that had been risen. It usually did not end well for the necromancer. All it took was calling on something you could not control and boom! You were part of the world of the dead instead of just dipping your foot into the grey and still water. Cain had used this against the death magic users many times. Least in his world anyway. So no. It did not surprise him that Jordan did not apologize to him and he also suspected that the mage probably did not really believe Taki when she said he was without a master.
More power to him was the skeleton's only real thought still concerning the whole incident.
Seeing Taki droop her tail, he reached over and rubbed the back of her neck in reassurance, much like how she touched his arm. "A bird would be interesting. And probably fairly big. Those are some good size eggs over there. Think you could maybe ride it?" He knew his friend was small and lightweight, much like him (though his came from the fact he had no muscle or organs to add weight to his body). As he was flashed a grin, Cain flashed one back. "I think we will probably be proven right soon enough. Though how about a bet? I bet something lizardry that slithers along the ground and for the wager I put up one of the echee that Brains hopefully gives birth too." Though rather he wins or loses, he might still offer the Myrgwae a babe from the litter. The last thing Cain wanted to do was amass a pack of them.
He already found out what a bad idea that was.
(Word challenge: Courtship 322 words)
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Post by Taki on Aug 14, 2014 10:41:55 GMT -8
As Cain touched the back of her neck, Taki's entire body relaxed and her mood dramatically improved, her weight shifting marginally closer. Friendly physical contact always did that for her, gave her a spike of happiness that she greatly enjoyed. She giggled at the thought of riding a bird, though she had seen Terris ride on that one bird of his, so maybe.
*Maybe when it grew up, hehe, but not when it hatches! But I'll take that bet; it sounds fun! I bet it'll be something feathered that flies through the air, and for it I'll put up.... um....* For a moment she blanked. Could she offer an echee too? He seemed to have a lot already. Then she smiled. *I'll put up one of my rabbit, Cassa's, litter, when she births next!* Her tail flickered happily, back to her usual perky self, and Cain's sensitive sense of touch likely felt something that not even the most wise magi back on her homeworld likely had record of: A gentle rumbling vibration, without sound.
Around the right people, when they were happy enough, Myrgwae showed they weren't feline in just appearance, and would purr.
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Post by Raegar on Aug 25, 2014 22:59:04 GMT -8
The burn of the drink and a lady's company was exactly what Raegar needed to get his mind off of more disturbing thoughts regarding his past. He did not want to deal with the onslaught of that storm right now. It was just supposed to be a pleasant evening out, gathering his bearings on which direction to go; not just physically, but also what direction his seemingly new life should go as well. It was fairly obvious he couldn't go back to Mt.Meridias anytime soon, but he wondered if he should head back to the big city and hunt down that wizard, or take on some new role in life? Furrowing his brow for a moment, he wondered at the strange strain he felt in his bond with Cozzene. Surely the stallion knew Raegar couldn't very well leave him now. It wasn't a matter of transportation, either. It was something deeper that Raegar hadn't yet put his finger on, or even tried... not since the conversation at the oasis. Raegar shook his head at the new dark thoughts creeping into his mind.
Raegar nodded to Jordan as he sat back down. He laughed a little at the comment of the squirrel like creature stealing everything. "Might be a pretty handy trick, though, if the undead can be trained. Don't think I ever had the pleasure of having an undead in any of my shows before." Smirking back at the lad, Raegar lifted his glass answered the offer with, "If you please, sir." He glanced at Leyora and winked. The lass seemed relatively quiet. Perhaps she was just as lost in thought as he was, or maybe she was just interested in the necromancer and his strange pet as it seemed everyone else was. He watched the creature for a moment longer before catching an odd phrase in the necromancer's dialog. "Tossed here, eh? This place like some sort of a dumping ground of sorts for wizards to get rid of unfortunate souls that cross their paths?" He chuckled though his tone suggested that he was only half joking. Raegar mildly envied Jordan for knowing the name of the wizard that had cast him away. He still clung to the thought that he might still be in some remote region of Elderomis, though deep down (maybe somewhere inside his bond with Cozzene) he beginning to believe otherwise.
"Fair enough, about the king, though. I have never heard of Tyria either. Wouldn't mind visiting there some day though. Rather embarrassing, really, to admit that there are still a lot of nations my old act never managed to get to. How far you suppose we are from there?" Any further thoughts shared out loud were derailed by a ticklish tugged at his ankle. He reached down without really looking, trying to brush away the almost itchy feeling. he let out a small grunt of surprise as fingers met fur and then sharp pokes as the kitten tried to bite his fingers. Carefully pinching the kitten at the scruff of the neck and then cupping his free hand under the strange cat's paws, Raegar stared then laughed. "Well isn't this about an odd creature?" He set it on the bar and began to pet it as he admired the gems on the verem touf's head. Dark thoughts nibbled at the corners of his mind whispering grim memories of what he would have once done with such a creature and how much such gems might be worth on the black market. Sucking in a rough breath, he gently pushed the kitten away.
This was when he finally heard Jordan's question. His voice seemed to be filled with gravel as his mouth went dry and he attempted to answer. "I thought I knew, anyway. Where I am from, those would be fire lizard eggs, but they are too rare to see this many in one spot. Wrong colors too. Never seen such a variety of colors. Gotta kinda wonder about that spotted one, though. I'd bet one in a million odds of it surviving." His voice trailed off as it donned on him that he may just have said the wrong thing. The black egg and the drab brown eggs caught his attention the most, though. The black one out of curiosity as he had heard many rumors about white fire lizards but never a black one. He had as a child sometimes daydreamed of having a black one just simply to have something unique. The brown reminded him of Pip. The fire lizard was actually a bronze, but between his own parts in the show and the general grime collected while traveling, Pip tended to get dirty enough to hide his natural, rich shine. Raegar cleared his throat roughly and shook his head. "No, the Elders alone could know what are in those eggs."
((500 Word Challenge: Storm, Gather, Million = 810 words))
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