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    17th July 2011

    Post  Kaidus on Mon Jul 18, 2011 10:03 am

    20:38:37ᴥАññóřãᴥ : Welcome)0
    20:47:05The chat's topic has changed to: [ Realistic Medieval Fantasy ][NKZ/ Multi-Para Literate][ToD equal to EST.] [As the rain settles the heat returns. Humid and Sunny]
    20:52:29ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +As the rain had stopped, Annora had gone outside, a large cauldron under her arm. With a smile that would scare those who knew her, she set up the fire for laundry, placing the large cauldron on top of it. It took several trips to the well to have it filled with water, and by then the fire was popping merrilly. She smiled, wiping her sweaty <c>
    20:55:54ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> forhead off on her arm. She was dressed in clothes that were near rags- an unbleached linen skirt that was stained many colors, a cloth snood that firmly tied her curls back, and a black bodice with several patches in it. She looked very much like a beggar. But, she had worked to do. She went back inside for the moment, coming out with a <c>
    20:57:05ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> basket of fresh linen- just woven over the last several rainy days and sleepless nights. +
    21:01:49Ancient_Daltamare : -=It had been several months since his return to the Imperial city and this rain was taken as an omen by both minds entrapped within the body. Was the city so happy it wept from the very sky or did it get the tears out of its system before the stupidity that followed him began. Most likely the latter but it mattered not. He gathered some new >
    21:03:39Ancient_Daltamare : materials amongst his journey and even brought back a few gifts for his friends, that were if many remained for it had been a while. The guards were hesitant to allow him to pass considering his prefered form having natural weapons. That was until they confirmed he was the blacksmith that went missing one random day for reasons unknown. Waiting on>
    21:05:15Ancient_Daltamare : gate to open he stood, wondering where to head first. Announce his return at the castle or head to the tavern and put his outmost effort into getting wrecked at the bar for old times sake. Oh the great debate was on, instead he found himself traveling amongst the population randomly, not really caring for a destination. Crowd parting as he passed >
    21:06:39Ancient_Daltamare : amongst them for he towered nearly three feet over the tallest of them and was covered in a drenched snow white fur and dawned a smile that made him look like chester the cheetah gone psycho but it was the best he could put forth considering he was a khan. Eventually he would find himself somewhere given enough time=-
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    21:19:42ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora reached into the basket, putting the powdered woad into the water, grabbing a large stick and standing on the stool to stir it into the lukewarm water. It would be awhile before it was ready to boil. She knew a watched pot never boiled- at least, according to her mother- so she moved the small stool into the shade of the tree, pulling <c>
    21:24:22ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> out the half-embroidered shirt that sat in the bottom of the basket. It was already died- a beautiful sky blue color- and the embroidery was done in a fine golden color. It should suit the young chevalier well- at least, if he had actually wanted a shirt and not merely an excuse to hit on her more. She was used to being chased- since she <c>
    21:24:38ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> was fifteen she had had her share of admirers, so she knew how to out fox them.+
    21:34:49Ancient_Daltamare : -=He was greeted by a few guards and given a polite "welcome back" by a few whom knew him from the phoenix other then that his random travels were silent. That was until they realized they were completely and utterly lost. The scents of the trails and roads he marked months ago vanished with time and lack of matnience so to speak=- Fuck. -=Were >
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    21:35:05ᴥАññóřãᴥ : Welcome))
    21:37:11Killiam_Flamerose : ty so much]
    21:37:28Ancient_Daltamare : the only words that escaped his lips. Refusing to to use the metallic orbs that occupied his eye sockets to find his way to the nearest landmark he traveled over to the nearest fence where he heard someone moving amongst the property. Placing his elbows on the top of it he leaned in hoping his weight wouldn't tilt it he would ask in a gentle tone >
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    21:39:18Ancient_Daltamare : as not to scare the woman...at least he hoped it was a girl by the scent...he had been mistaken before=- M'lady would you have any clue where the kings head tavern is? -=His voice carrying a heavy Russian accent as he sniffed the air once more just to confirm she was still there=-
    21:46:25ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora blinked, looking up from her embroidery. She left it under the tree before moving to the fence. It was strange to see a being such as him, but she had a feeling that, considering his polite speech, running and screaming would be a bit of an overkill. rested against the fence, thinking for a moment as the scent of flowers filled the air- <c>
    21:48:36ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> the powdered woad and water mix was coming to a boil. "The King's Head?" She asked, thinking about it for a moment. She spent more time at the Drowned Wench than she did at the King's Head. "Go straight on this road for about a mile and you'll reach a bakery. Take a right at the bakery, and then go straight til you reach the first <c>
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    21:49:06ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> leather shop. Take a right there, and then go straight until you find it." She answered politely, running a hand through her hair.+
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    21:54:58Ancient_Daltamare : -=With a dip of his head he launched himself back from the fence turning off to his left. Never once did he raise his head even to look in her direction always casting his gaze down upon the ground before him nor did he open his eyes=- Thank you. By the way the scent of flowers adds much character to such a residence. Nice to know people still >
    21:56:50Ancient_Daltamare : care about there abode. -=Before taking the first step off=- Oh yes, the water is about to come to a boil. -=He couldn't exactly tell what was in it by scent but then again he always did his own laundry in the river, left less of a scent to track him by. Brushing the back of his knuckles against the fence, he would leave a his scent there to use >
    21:58:28Ancient_Daltamare : as a landmark if he were ever to come to the area again. Now, for another mile of walking, oi a drink was required before he contiplated any other actions. Perhaps he would return to work and see the condition of his shop and rest if it were quiet enough. With that all said and done he wandered off into the crowd once more=-
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    22:02:14ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora raised an eyebrow. "Flowers?" She asked, confused for a moment before remembering the now boiling woad. "Oh, aye, yes, of course." She said, rushing back to the cauldron and carefully arranging the first several yards of linen in the water, kicking her basket off to the side so it would be away from the fire- she'd be angry at herself <c>
    22:04:34ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> if the whole thing went up in smoke. It was three days work, and the basket wasn't too cheap either. She wished the house was hers- then she wouldn't be so worried about the landlady kicking her out for possibly turning the grass blue. More than possibly, in fact- likely turning the grass blue. She grabbed her long stick and stool and moving<c>
    22:04:38ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> back to the pot.+
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    22:12:38Ancient_Daltamare : -=He drifted for about a mile in the direction he took off from, his long legs allowing him to clear the distance more rapidly then most only to find out he went in the wrong direction. So he would spin about on his heel and back track until he returned to the house=- Sorry to disturb you again...direction from here. -=He didn't know if she >
    22:15:07Ancient_Daltamare : pointed earlier since he was blind but there was more then one road around to travel. He could only imagen the time he wasted himself and for her asking such trivial questions when the lady did seem occupied. Where was contessa when he needed her to help him with the little things in life=- I will buy you a drink or something after for the >
    22:16:17Ancient_Daltamare : assistance. -=He didn't show any devious intentions nor any signs of hitting on her, more or less just an oversized fool that was lost yet far from worried=-
    22:21:59ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora looked up, smiling a little. "Aye- give me just a moment." She said as she wrestles several yards of sopping wet cloth from the blue water, careful to not get it on her face. She moved it to the line strung across the yard and tossing it over. With a practiced hand it was stretched out to dry. She moved to the basket, tossing in the <c>
    22:24:24ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> rest of the fabric- this would be the second dye batch- neither as brilliantly covered or as even, but it would be a waste of woad to dump it before every bit of dye was sucked from the water. "To the King's Head still?" She asked politely, her eyes going to the pot. "I'll be happy to lead you, if you'd like- that's going to have to sit for <c>
    22:24:36ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> awhile to get any sort of color."+
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    22:29:23xMystrealx : =Sunlight flikered on the mantles of the sea as the waves crashed over the beach with a force fitting for the storm far out over the ocean. The crashing rush of the waves a stark contrast to the peaceful heat that wrapped Hadara with it's balmed kiss. Holding her head high she paced the shore line, delicate steps toying with the ebbing edges to -c-
    22:32:43xMystrealx : intermittently dip into the paddle depths. The heat was comforting, wrapping cinnamon flesh with the reminder of a warmer climate. Wet smudges of sand laced up her shins, palmed onto her calves with a sticky mixture of sea water. The seas edge was cool, and she smiled as her steps rushed with the water filling the shallow indents she had dug in -c-
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    22:35:08xMystrealx : to the soft sand. Purposely grinding her heels with each step, her muscles tensed as she hopped 180 to turn and survey the trail of steps that lead down the beach. The usual excitement that brimmed beneath the surface bubbled quieter as she drew the peace from the calming ocean noise. Corset ribbons trailed from the base of her spine wrapped -c-
    22:36:38«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : Welcome))
    22:36:40You are no longer marked as being away.
    22:36:51xMystrealx : intricately around an elaborate lace and ribbon bow bushel, and streaming down the backs of her legs. Teal fabric clung corsetted to her torso, overtopped with a pastel green than also plumed into a full skirt just above her knee. She was a small silhouette, barely visible from the main town as she drifted like a spirit in the sea breeze. Auburn -c
    22:38:06xMystrealx : strikes of curls bounced at her shoulders, whipping in the sudden shore breezes that rarely flushed from the seas waves casting up to reveal elongated ears. It had been a change of pace, surrounded byt the fast pace bustle of a human world. The intricate complexities of conversation, relationships and social interactions that they worked -c-
    22:38:26CathaoirMacDonnchadh : Thank you and hello))
    22:39:45xMystrealx : through every day leaving her mind buzzing with the thrill of excitement. Spinning on the spot she wrinkled her nose taking in a large breathe of the salted air, letting it fill her sense and her sinuses. They always worked so hard to build up a matierial life around themselves, that they missed so much. Blaze bounced at her heels, his almond fur-c
    22:41:47xMystrealx : coated in sand as he rolled and skitted through the sand, tossing up small sprays in his wake. This caused a trilling sound to raise in her throat, the giggle chiming like bells around her as she took off full pace after him. Light feet, and keen speed were evenly matched with the sprinting ferret. Her feet didn't shift a grain when she -c-
    22:43:11xMystrealx : wasn't forcing them too. Covering over the surface blaze stopped and leaped up into the arms that always caught him and her cheek rubbed into his fur. "I think we are drawing close to the end of our time here Blaze. Humans are fascinating....but home seems such a distant memory." This nostalgic feeling didn't detract from the cheshire grin on her -
    22:44:27xMystrealx : face that coiled against the sanded fur of the little creature lacing her cheek with the soggy mixture. Blaze chirped an aggreeance. The little ferret did so hate being away from his creature comforts of home=
    22:44:42xMystrealx : Hi to tose who entere/returned btw.))
    22:48:12Ancient_Daltamare : -=He didn't show much of a response other then a nod and a response consisting of=- Aye, that would be wonderful. -=Shifting his body about to prop himself up against the fence. It had been many days travel and most likely luck which brought him back to the city instead of intention of returning. Still while he was here business had to be dealt >
    22:48:34«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : -The break in the rain was exactly what Kaidus needed to get a particularly grumpy black stallion out of his mood...Kaidus didn't mind a trip out into the rain but Andrei, being a desert beast was not so inclined to grace the world with his presence when it was wet out. They'd spent the morning going through the woods and the outskirts of the -c-
    22:49:46Ancient_Daltamare : with for he had been away from the forge for many months=- I used to have someone to guide me but it would seem I am alone once again. -=He was already forming a plan in the back of his mind to identify everywhere that could be vital to his daily trips through out the city itself. The castle woudl take top priority tomorrow. More importantly >
    22:51:16Ancient_Daltamare : the dungeon door in case he was ever required to escape it. It wouldn't be long before he ended up back in there considering his pride didn't allow him to back down even from normal humans and his incapability to measure the difference in strength between them=- Have you heard any news of the black smith shop as of late? -=Might as well make an >
    22:52:42Ancient_Daltamare : inquiry into the one place he considered home within this mess of humanity. When Annora was ready to leave he would rise to his feet with a dip of the head=- By the way my name is Daltamare. Pleasure to meet you. -=Having forgotten his manners earlier he figured better late then never=-
    22:53:31«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : city...Andrei had a lot of stamina, more than most horses and didn't manage to be worn out particularly quickly. Eventually they ended up on the beach. Sand was a terrain they both knew well, although wet sand was not so much. Andrei seemed disgruntled by the fact his hooves sunk if he stood still too long so they'd done a few lengths when they -c-
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    22:56:27«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : came upon a familiar figure. Thanks to the strange weather and his duties at the stables, Kaidus hadn't managed to do good with Mystreal on his offer to play tour guide. For starters he didn't know where she was staying and although a royal could easily find it out, he hadn't found the chance. "Mystreal..." His beast slowed and Andrei gave a -c-
    22:57:48«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : snort of irritation. As was polite, particularly when he was considerably taller and higher than her, to slipped down and dismount his animal, grasping Andrei's reins to make sure he didn't decide to mosey off. "It's been a while...how have you been finding my city?"-
    22:58:00ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora jumped the fence with the practiced air of a girl who had lived a chunk of her life on the farm. She smiled, taking his arm with an easy smile. "I'm afraid not, no- I was going to go there soon- I'll be needing some silver fittings for shirts and the like." She said, pausing before crossing the busy street, continuing to walk down the <c>
    23:00:41«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : Welcome Silent))
    23:01:09Ѕϊℓεn† : ( thank you Kaidus )
    23:01:32ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> street. "I'm Annora- pleasure to meet you as well." She answered, continuing straight. It seemed like the entire city was out and taking care of the chores that couldn't be done in the rain. She brushed a wrinkle out of the rough wool of her skirt- she knew she looked like a mess, as she wore her oldest clothes for dying. It really couldn't <c>
    23:02:00ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> be helped. Her hands were already dyed an off blue color.+
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    23:10:06Ancient_Daltamare : -=Out of instinct he reached out to grab her as she was falling yet restrained himself once it was realized the woman would land safely before he realized he might as well get up as well. Kicking up to his feet, he used his claws to grip into the stone and his tail for balance before he allowed her to take his arm=- Oi. Well in any case I will >
    23:11:40Ancient_Daltamare : have one of the guys make them for you free of charge. Obviously I don't work with silver myself. -=He spoke in a casual tone. Silver itself posed a threat to him but it had to breach the flesh first, other then that he got an annoying rash that was more then a pain to deal with and itched more then fleas when they came around and boy did they >
    23:12:46xMystrealx : =Sand coating her face and front from the affectionate nudges and rubs of a homesick ferret, she was only drawn out of the actions by a semi familiar voice almost drowned out by the low thuds of hooves out clodded sand. Raising her head Blaze leapt from the embrace coming to an arched his infront of her. Where she had little of anything -c-
    23:12:58xMystrealx : resembling a fighting spirit in her, the almond creature made up for it in spades. Growling out a protective noise as the horse and man approached looking fully ready to take on both head long, Amber eyes glinted with the sparkling sunlight, and a starburst of leafed green around the pupil. Drawing them up, she smiled the brimming warmth rushing-c-
    23:13:17xMystrealx : into the expression as she chirped out her retort. “Oh, Sir Kaidus. Good day.” Blaze still hissed and she nudged him with her toes. “Hush now.” The animal grumbled a complaint but complied. She wasn’t quite so eager to restrain her creature, as he tottered off to lollop in the small swells of the waters edge chasing crabs. Stepping to cover the-c-
    23:13:35xMystrealx : distance between them she bowed her head politely, but it bobbed as her feet always seemed to cause her to bounce a little. “It has been quite an experience...” An ominous reply, but she was in effect nieav eyes in a hardened setting. Twice she had ‘lost’ her purse, and more times than she could count been propositioned by drunken sailors -c-
    23:13:51xMystrealx : stumbling out of the wench. Her smile broadened as she reached out a hand to curl it into Andreis mane. It was a species curse...animals drew her. Luckily even the most feral of snarling beasts mellowed around her. “It may be over soon however, My father has expressed his concern at the attatchment I am showing to the humans.” Thanks to Franco. -c-
    23:14:02xMystrealx : Yet she never seemed to falter in the chirping tone, and brimming energy. It just wasn’t her nature to stumble at hurdles. “and you? How fairs the daily?”=
    23:14:18Ancient_Daltamare : him. Other then the obvious him being a were tiger there was little unusual of his appearance other then the loin clothe belt with many pouches on it=- Been a while since I have been back. Anything interesting as of late. -=Last time he was here, he remembered dislocating tullies shoulder and that was about it. The reason behind it seemed...>
    23:14:42Ancient_Daltamare : to be lacking importance to remember=-
    23:19:37ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora smiled and nodded. "Oh, of course." She answered, though she wasn't sure why he didn't work with it himself- she was from a very small village that was fed by a small city. She had never come across anything other than humans until the last week. She took the right at the bakery to lead him down to the leather shop. "I'm afraid I'm the <c>
    23:22:00ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> wrong person to ask- I've only lived here a week, and I am well out of the loop." She was apologetic in tone as she took the sharp right at the tanner's. She smiled- it was a longer walk, but a straight shot from where they stood. "I hope you don't find me rude for asking, but what are you? I've only ever seen someone like you before, and <c>
    23:23:04ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> I'm afraid he left before I could ask him." The giant wolf at the King's Head that smoked a pipe- she remembered him clearly. He had also been polite and kind. Perhaps they all came from the same country?+
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    23:24:11ᴥАññóřãᴥ : Wibbles))
    23:24:23CathaoirMacDonnchadh : thank you, small hiccup)0
    23:25:33«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : -The desert man could sense her hesitance in her answer...the struggle that she'd had when she spoke of her stay. Mystreal seemed a sensitive sort, a sheltered creature and it was always hard finding yourself in the cold reality of a world where people stole, propositioned and threatened. Kaidus had never really lived with the sensation, -c-
    23:27:25«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : being that he'd been a soldier from an incredibly young age....but he had come from strange lands where things were very different from his homelands. Oddly Andrei seemed find with Mystreal, even a little enamoured and despite his dislike for the sand beneath his hooves proceeded to nudge the elf with his nose and gave low braying sounds of -c-
    23:29:35«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : greeting. That was elves for you...always got a lot of animal loving. He noticed Blaze growling and heading off to harass the sea life but left the ferret to it...he was not so blessed with animal affection. "An experience can be good and bad...if you have had any trouble, the town guard is always on hand to help solve it...Where are you -c-
    23:31:38«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : staying?" All credit to Brandon his place was cheap and lively but it wasn't exactly the nicest establishment and the patrons weren't exactly high class. "And I am kept busy over at the stables...and by this animal here. Andrei seems to like you and that's rare...he often doesn't play nice with others..." The animal snorted and Kaidus gave him -c-
    23:32:04Ancient_Daltamare : -=As they moved down to the once familiar market place he inhaled deeply through his nostrils picking up his surroundings. The tailor was no longer around it seemed, no remainging signs of Kia nor the orc but then again the rain could of washed any trace of them away. Snapping back to reality once he heard her voice once more he replied simply=- I>
    23:33:31Ancient_Daltamare : hope you enjoy your stay here. It is a nice city and oddly enough one I am willing to call home away from home. -=Didn't know what drew either of them here really. Seemed comfortable enough and no one was foolish enough to draw a pitchfork on him yet as well there was a lack of super natural hunters around which was unusual for a city of any size.>
    23:33:59«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : an apologetic pat to the neck. "If you'd like me to give you that tour now I am more than willing...You look like you could use a friendly face...and if you are to leave, I'd like you to have a good impression to leave on..."-
    23:35:59Ancient_Daltamare : Anywhere else he would of had many assasination attempts on his life already=- I am a were tiger. -=A half truth really but to most whom knew lore he could easily fit into that category without much more questions being asked. If she were truely curious he recalled a well stocked library and a bookstore run by quite the curious one that could be >
    23:38:15Ancient_Daltamare : looked into for further details=- You met another and survived? -=There were others that maintained there sanity even through the transformation or perhaps the person was naturally born as a shifter. He couldn't know unless he met the individual so he didn't offer anymore information on the subject=- I wonder if they play horse shoes here. >
    23:39:09Ancient_Daltamare : -=Another of his random thoughts, he could always enchant one to always hit its mark...easy money. For now though as the ale flooded his senses he could only focus on what to order once he was beyond the threshold of that door=-
    23:49:32ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora nodded softly. "Aye, alright- that makes sense." She said, before her attention turned to his question. "Yes- a wolf. He was very nice- Captain of a boat, if I remember. He smoked a pipe." She said, smiling as she led him to the door of the King's Head and stepped in, smiling at the smell of dinner and ale. "Horseshoes?" She asked him, <c>
    23:52:50ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> tilting her head to the side. She had heard of the game, of course. Bear was fond of playing the game against the other blacksmith apprentices, but she had neither the knack nor the inclination to play- it struck her as boring. She scratched her head, frowning at the fabric snood it was trapped in to keep it out of the blue dye- she would <c>
    23:53:23ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> have to head back soon to take care of the rest of the dye lot.+
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    23:56:38ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> have to head back soon to take care of the rest of the dye lot.+
    23:57:24CathaoirMacDonnchadh : wibbles))
    23:57:29ᴥАññóřãᴥ : ty))
    00:09:16Ancient_Daltamare : -=He remained silent until she mentioned the wolf=- I hate mutts. -=There was more then enough bias and an aggressive tone to his voice to tell there was bad blood between the two breeds of anthro though he would settle down as though it were an everyday thing=- Yes, simple yet entertaining. -=That and he had more then he knew what to do with at >
    00:11:16Ancient_Daltamare : shop...well at least he did before he left. Finally the hairs on the back of his neck settled as his muscles loosened up. Taking a deep breath he entered the tavern and began the usual route to his seat in the corner ordering an ale and a plate of raw meat=- You want anything? -=He asked, once more his tone resumed the polite nature she had seen >
    00:11:20Ancient_Daltamare : earlier=-
    00:17:44ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora shook her head, smiling softly. "No thank you- I need to get back and handle the rest of that dye lot and get cleaned up." She said, taking his hand off his arm and stretching for a moment. "It was nice meeting you- perhaps I'll run into you again. I'm usually either here or down at the Drowned Wench." She said, shrugging softly. "Drinks<c>
    00:19:35ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> are just as good there, and are a bit cheaper." She said with a smile, turning to leave. "I'll be sure to stop into the Smithy's to talk to you more about some jewels, as well as buttons and notions like that." She said, bobbing a light curtsy even though he couldn't see it as she turned to leave the bar.+
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    00:31:23xMystrealx : =The large stallions nudges and whinnes were met with a smoothing trail of fingers through the course matt of his mane. Elves were elves afterall. The town had been harsh on fresh eyes, but that would never stem the flow of sheer thrilling excitement that she was surrounded by such a vast range of culture. Aurburns tendrils fell over her cheeks,-c-
    00:31:34xMystrealx : resting on the edges of her shoulders as she shook her head they bristled before settling once more. “Oh no, I just misplaced my purse is all...” Misplaced into someones eager pocket more than likely but she just couldn’t think like that. /her smile bright as he offered her a tour she nodded eagerly. “That would be ever so wonderful!”Her eyes -c-
    00:31:54xMystrealx : shifted to the horse as he had begun tugging at the hem of her dress and she giggled with a ringing tone. “Oh he isn’t so bad. He just wants you to think he is tough enough to look after you...Horses are natural protectors.” Her smiled brimmed and she hitched her fingers under the equines ear rubbing at the spot a little. The impressive stallion-c-
    00:32:05xMystrealx : had her full attention as she zoned out airly for a good minute or so before she came back to reality. “The castles have a beautiful gardens....could we start there?” The smell of wildflowers, and honeysuckle still had her attention from the days previous. Auburn locks teased back to hide her ears, dreamy as she was she still understood they drew-c
    00:32:17xMystrealx : unnecessary attention. Brushing down her front, a sudden flash of grey and then another of black circled in the tree line to the right. The flash of grey came again, and blaze scuttled to her side asthough something had chided him for leaving her side. Growling out again he leapt up to the yet again waiting arms and she bounced waiting for his answ
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    02:09:17ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora headed down to the Drowned Wench, her hair tucked up, the curls loose to fall in her face. She was, for once, corsetted in to the bodice, giving her the tiny waist that was all too popular. She wore deep bergundy skirts, a chemise, and a black bodice, the deep colors bringing out her fair skin. She slipped into the noisy bar with a <c>
    02:12:52ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> bright smile. It was nice to be drowned in the noise and bustle after most of the day in silence. She moved to the bar, motioning to a serving girl. The small glass of ale was brought before she even asked for it, and she smiled a bit as the girl chatted to her. It wasn't deep stuff- the regular 'how's your day's and things like that, but <c>
    02:13:02ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> it was nice to be recognized and to talk to someone.+
    02:17:15AlexanderLionknyght : Business before pleasure, he still had to talk to Geoff more indepth but now he knew where he had do to. He should have figured that his search would have led him to the docks, very much like the poor quarter in Riverwind. Cat still did not know he was in town and he needed a few more days before he subjected himself -c-
    02:19:15AlexanderLionknyght : to her. Not that he did not want to see her, quite the contrary but his business needed to be concluded before he went and saw her. Once he did she would be fussing over him and he of course wanted to spend time Uncle time with her children. It was night but the damn heat persisted, how the denzians managed he would never know. -c-
    02:21:20AlexanderLionknyght : He left his horse at the stable, a walk would do him good anyhow. He did not have far to look though the establishment in which he sought was not hard to find. He gave a smirk, just like the man. He had to find a particular set of people though and that could be awkward. He stepped into the Inn and took a seat at the bar his eyes surveying the -c-
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    02:27:17ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora looked up, spotting a familiar face as he entered. Ah- Sir Shirt, as she had taken to calling him in her head. She motioned to the serving wench. "Get him an ale and put it on my tab." She said, sitting back on her stool to watch as the girl did as she asked. Yes, Annora was in fine spirits this evening. Finding someone who would give <c>
    02:27:23ᴥАññóřãᴥ : Also at the Drowned Wench))
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    Re: 17th July 2011

    Post  Kaidus on Mon Jul 18, 2011 10:04 am

    02:31:19ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> her a discount on the notions- buttons and toggles and the like. She ran a hand through her loose curls, smiling softly. A discount and a good dye lot- they were tiny joys, but joys none the less. She let out a deep breath, brushing the wrinkles from her skirts. Linen- it was amazing to wear, but it wrinkled easilly and was a bitch to sew. <c>
    02:31:35ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> She drank her beer with a smile, motioning for a refill.+
    02:32:08Viktor : Slender white fingers brushed through loose strands of bleach hair, sharp voilet eyes resting their gaze upon the ceiling of the room. He had found himself at the docks, in a rather rowdy looking tavern. There were several people, none of which paid any attention to him, despite his odd looks and perhaps regal outfit. In either case, it did not >
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    02:33:51Viktor : matter to him, his hand lowering to trace the smooth leather twined around his neck, the bristles of the intricate patterns bringing his thoughts to a rest. There wasn't much need to worry in a place such as this, save for maybe the prices on things here. They were awfully pricy at the markets here. Viktor raised his hand, fingers curling lightly >
    02:34:02AlexanderLionknyght : The ale was brought to him and he raised a brow as the wench nodded down toward Annora "Ahhh, thank you" he picked up the mug and made his way over to her and pressed in beside her "Annora , thank you for the ale. I did not think I would find you here. Do you not go to the Kings Head? " The poor quarter was rather far for someone-c-
    02:34:45Viktor : to summon a barmaid or someone of such stature to get him a drink. His throat ached for liquids, and he was positive the water wasn't great to drink. So alcohol would have to suffice. -f-
    02:35:46AlexanderLionknyght : like her. "Does not your House for Young Ladies discourage such outings?" he lifted the mug to his lips and sipped at the brew. He drank but not so that he lost control, nursing a ale all night if he needed. He gave another cursery glance around and then his eyes rested on the lady again. "I have not recieved my shirt yet, I -c-
    02:36:12AlexanderLionknyght : assume it is being finished?" he winked and gave her a almost boyish grin.-f-
    02:37:51Ancient_Daltamare : -=Why is it there is one in every crowd that had the bright idea to piss off the biggest guy in the bar to prove he was tough. At least he only got barred from the kings head for the night after whipping the lil bastard around as hard as he did. Well off to the nearest water hole. Annora mentioned something about the drowned wench earlier so he >
    02:38:08-»Ñγǿką«- : *It had been a while since she had been back to the bar since her last visit of having someone's drink spilled on her. Her attire consisted of dark brown leather riding pants and a a strapless corset top that was flexible enough to allow her to ride with comfort. the "sleeves" were seperated and the similar to the top (see pic) . Her blonde -c-
    02:38:48ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora smiled a bit, shrugging her shoulders. "The drinks are cheaper here, and the company suits me better." She said, drinking her beer as she looked around. "The King's Head is for working, for networking. This is where I relax." She said, before moving to grab her basket from the floor, pulling out the brilliant blue shirt, embroidered at <c>
    02:39:34-»Ñγǿką«- : hair was pulled back into a tight braid leaving her pointed ears exposed. the ends of the braid tapped gently against the small of her back as she walked towards the Drowned wench and would take in a deep breath wondering what was going to happen to her today. reaching out she opened the door looking about with her golden brown eyes and moved -c-
    02:39:43Ancient_Daltamare : decided to pay it a visit for the first time. He let out a disappointed sound hearing most of the crowd within, seemed rowdy enough for his taste but the amount of people in there was beyond his usual scope of being social to just being swarmed by little people. Relaxing for a moment he ducked his 9 foot furry frame under the door frame before >
    02:40:25-»Ñγǿką«- : to a seat off to the side where she could do what she did best, watch other that were in the tavern. and crossed her right leg over her left bouncing her booted foot softly in the air as she leaned back in the chair.*
    02:40:45ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> the cuff and neckline in a gold thread. She handed it over to him- she wasn't lying or exaggerating when she said the linen and silk blend felt like a dream. It would fit too- sewing for seven older brothers, she knew how to estimate sizes (as it was often hard to pin down said brother in order to measure him). "And yes- that is why I have<c>
    02:41:02Ancient_Daltamare : heading off to the bar being careful to use each of his remaining senses to avoid any collisions along the way before finding himself an empty stool. If it was occuped earlier he doubted the person would bother wanting his seat back at the sight of him yet he has been proven wrong before=- I'l buy a round for the house. -=He spoke before tossing a>
    02:41:04ᴥАññóřãᴥ : ,c> a window with lattice work next to it." +
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    02:42:08Ancient_Daltamare : bag of gold on the counter=- Oh yes, and get me an ale....in the largest mug you got. -=He couldn't exactly grip the typical ones served...fell under the category of tea cups really. Then he would simply fall into silence, unable to tell who was about due to the copius amounts of liquor about flooding his nostrils=-
    02:44:13AlexanderLionknyght : He took the shirt in hand and put his mug down on the counter. Despite calloused hands he could feel that the shirt was going to be very fine against the skin. Looking at the collar and cuffs he nodded "Nice extra touch there, tell me how much do I owe you? I think I shall wear this to visit my sister and her husband and I shall be the-c-
    02:44:43Viktor : Someone, or rather something, had entered and ordered everyone a round. My, my what an intimidating thing to behold, although he couldn't be so bad if he was paying for Viktor's next drink. "I'll have an ale as well." He spoke up seeing as none had come to serve him as of yet, and he made his way over to the bar to reiterate his order, to make >
    02:45:45AlexanderLionknyght : finest gentleman there" He gave a chuckle and pulled out a pouch, in it he pulled out several coins and sat them on the bar "More then this?" he indicated toward the pile which was generous but he woudl let her set her own price. She had several days work into the garment and it had been finely wrought.-c-
    02:45:51CathaoirMacDonnchadh : I apologize for how long my entrance will be))
    02:46:50Viktor : sure that his drink was delivered shortly. Patience was not something Viktor had much of. Tolerance was a plenty, but patience was futile. A sly grin fleshed out on his expression as his drink was delivered, his hands gripping the mug as he nodded his acknowledgment to the fine gentleman who had ordered the rounds. "A fare gesture my friend. You >
    02:46:59Viktor : have my thanks for your generosity." -f-
    02:47:04AlexanderLionknyght : He took up his mug and drank for the heat was close in here. The more crowded it seemed to get the more body heat was disappated throughout the room. The windows seemed to be open but hardly a breeze was moving.-f-
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    02:47:44CathaoirMacDonnchadh : 'Cathaoir woke on a bed in a strange place for him, upstairs at the Drowned Wench. He blinked both of his eyes erratically. He reached a hand to his head and winced as he touched a rather large bump. "Again?! Does my head have a sign that says hit here?" He slowly sat up with a groan. His eyes had closed again. When they opened again he noticed <c>
    02:48:20CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c>his condition. As he looked at himself he noticed the lack of clothing. He thought maybe perhaps they were on the floor. It wasn't at all unlikely given the fact that he was almost certain he was drinking with a beautiful woman the night before. He slid off the bed, his bare feet hitting the floor with a light thud. He stood and stretched<c>
    02:48:34CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c>as if this was something that happened before. He grimaced as his blood rushed to his head, making him notice the large lump even more. Very slowly he shuffled around the small room, looking for any scrap of clothing. All that he could find was his very ridiculous tri-corner captain’s hat with numerous feathers of varying colors issuing from <c>
    02:48:41CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c>all angles. And amazingly his great sword was sheathed and attached to his belt by the door. He calmly grabbed the handle of the door and tried to open it. When he found it didn’t open he knew he had been abandoned by his crew, no honor amongst thieves. He was left penniless and naked with nothing but a useless sword and a funny hat. He <c>
    02:48:50CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c>rested the un-bruised portion of his forehead on the door and wondered how he would manage recovering from this. He pulled his head off of the door and slammed his fist against it. “CAN SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE? HELLOOOO?!” He closed his eyes and cringed. He could be at this for a while. Being broke he thought it would be in bad taste for<c>
    02:48:57Ancient_Daltamare : -=It actually came as a shock to him that a civilian was polite to him outside of the smithy. He dipped his head into a polite nod in return. Eyes never once opening before the man before returning his gaze to the counter before him waiting to hear the mug of ale upon its surface before reaching out to take a sip=- It is nothing that requires >
    02:49:01CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c>him to try breaking the door down. He breathed deeply and pounded on the door more. “I’M LOCKED IN! PLEASE SOMEONE-ANYONE- LET ME OUT!” ‘
    02:50:34Ancient_Daltamare : thanks. -=He did that as a gesture when first entering a new establishment more often then not just to put people at some ease around him for he wasn't exactly a common sight in the world. Ears perked up when he heard someone was locked in there room, with a bit of a snicker he rose from his chair deciding to help the man out for he had been in >
    02:52:12Ancient_Daltamare : prediciment many a time considering he was blind and couldn't find a door knob for the life of him after a night of severe drinking. He used the wall as a guide to the stairs and followed the voice until he found the door doing what the man should of, twisting the handle near off until it opened. They could bill him tomorrow...if they even found >
    02:52:44Ancient_Daltamare : out whom the culprit was. Now for the attempt to sneak away back to the bar and with that he drifted back towards his seat=-
    02:54:34ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora smiled brightly, taking the coin and pocketing it. "That is generous enough- I promise." She said with a smile. That amount would keep her in supplies for the next month and a half. She smiled brightly as the call came out for a round on Dalt. "I'll have another beer, please." She said- her first one was nearly killed already. <c?
    02:56:42ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> Her smile faded, however, as she heard the yelling upstairs. Was it possible? She looked to the stairs and watched as Dalt went up and came back down. Well, whoever it was was likely out of the room. She smiled as the fresh beer was brought. "I have to admit, the embroidery was mostly for fun- I was trying out a new pattern and method. I <c>
    02:57:02ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> figured you wouldn't mind a little bit of fancy."+
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    02:59:27AlexanderLionknyght : His eyes turned toward the stairs yelling or was it just his imagination. Not like the bar was not crowded and he cocked his head but did not hear the yelling anymore. Another ale was brought and sat before him ,"My lucky night it seems, that the populace is bent on seeing me drink tonight. Must not disappoint" he chuckled and -c-
    02:59:52CathaoirMacDonnchadh : 'Cathaoir looked at the now open and broken door. He took a deep breath. No matter his current state he had to leave the room. He grabbed his belt and tied it around his waist. Without the fabric beneath it it fell at an angle, resting the sheath on his left hip. He picked his hat up and put it on his head. He told himself that there was no <c>
    03:01:08AlexanderLionknyght : drained the first mug but left the second untouched, it would take more then just two mugs of ale to get him blasted. He spoke to Annora "You would not have heard of the man that owns this place, perhaps his family? I was looking for one of the Arrows. They seem a bit hard to track down " They never were found unless they-c-
    03:01:35AlexanderLionknyght : wanted to be. He knew their reputation as they had gotten their must austere start in Riverwind many years ago. God help Hadara...-f-
    03:02:34CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c>other choice for him. He pulled the door open and walked down the stairs. At the sound of the crowd he lifted his hat and covered himself. He didn't know the levels of decency expected in the place he woke. He found his way to the crowd and wondered what he should do next. "Thank you whoever let me out!" He shouted, unsure if the person was<c>
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    03:04:15CathaoirMacDonnchadh : even still there. His eyes scanned the crowd and examined his options for getting out and finding some sort of covering
    03:04:17CathaoirMacDonnchadh : '
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    03:08:26-»Ñγǿką«- : *She remained where she was for the time being enjoying ehrself watching others. She was not too good at socializing except with dragons. She always had a connection with them. Her golden brown eyes would once more gaze abot as she uncorssed her legs and switched putting the left over the right and crossed her arms gently and set them on her -c-
    03:09:28-»Ñγǿką«- : upper stomach a bit of an amused look upon her face*
    03:10:52Ancient_Daltamare : -=He remained silent for the moment until the familiar scent of those flowers overpowered the liquor for the briefest of moments. Twisting his body about on the stool he glanced towards the one that helped him earlier with a gentle nod=- Thank you for earlier I will pay for your drinks tonight. -=Before returning to silence and hearing the man >
    03:12:02Ancient_Daltamare : yell out thanks. Great at this rate he was going to develop a complex and perhaps even an ego as a samaritan before the week was out. Taking his ale in the mid of his paw he brought it up to his lips downing it rapidly before ordering another. Well time to see what the night was capable of bringing forth. Much good seemed to be happening but >
    03:12:51Ancient_Daltamare : murphies law usually dictated other wise and so did karma meaning two strikes against him so far, just waiting on the third to hit. Man being a pessisimist (sp?) was hard some days=-
    03:13:03ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora nodded, smiling. "It's nice to just let go sometimes, I think." She said, thinking for a moment. Had she ever met an Arrow. Yes! "Oh, yes. I met Brandon Arrow once at the docks- but it was a few days ago." She said apologetically. "Nice gentleman, but our conversation was rather short, I admit." She said, tucking a curl behind her ear as <c
    03:13:45ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c>she looked up to the staircase, blushing a dark red as she spotted the mostly naked man there. "Oh christ, anyone but him." She muttered, burying her face in her hands. She was sitting front and center, and it was very likely she had already been spotted across the crowded bar- as now most everyone's attention was on the man with the hat. <c>
    03:14:52ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> She nodded to Dalt. "Aye- thanks Dalt. Very kind of you." She said to his kind offer. She wasn't in the mood to turn down free drinks- was there ever such a mood? "Whiskey, please." She said, her face burning.+
    03:17:45AlexanderLionknyght : Alex saw the man naked as a the day he was born except for some hat. He held up a hand "Excuse me milady" he picked up his new shirt and then threaded his way through the crowd as he stepped in front of Cathaoir "You need some clothes, come on." he shielded the man and nodded upstairs"I just happened to get a new shirt you can have my old one, -c-
    03:19:07AlexanderLionknyght : as far as your breeches are concerned, well we will figure that out eh?" he was not sure if the man would take his offer of trying to clothe him or not. If he did not then well he planned to go back to his mug of ale and to find one of those elusive Arrows. He was just trying to spare the man from exposing anymore of himself.-f-
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    03:22:03-»Ñγǿką«- : *Raises a brow seeing the naked man joining them all in the main bar room. She couldn't help but curve the end of her lips up into a slight smile. She was indeed right. Everytime she came in there was always something interesting happening. Though she was rather curious as to why he was naked but not curious enough to ask him. She would just -c-
    03:22:22-»Ñγǿką«- : shake her head leaning back and watched to see what else woudl happen this night.*
    03:22:42CathaoirMacDonnchadh : Annora says she will be back in soon))
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    03:23:03CathaoirMacDonnchadh : wibbles))
    03:23:16Ancient_Daltamare : whos post?))
    03:23:20ᴥАññóřãᴥ : Thanks, computer issues))
    03:23:29CathaoirMacDonnchadh : mine I believe)
    03:27:16CathaoirMacDonnchadh : 'Cathaoir looked at Alexander as he offered some clothing to him. His eyes travelled over to the bar where he came from. He spotted Annora and her blush. "Why blush? It isn't like you haven't seen it before." He said loudly to be sure she heard. The pain in his head and being broke gave him very little care for proper etiquette where Annora was<c>
    03:30:36CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c>concerned. His eyes turned back to the man trying to be nice to him. "A shirt to have or to borrow good sir? If it is to borrow i may as well stay in this state, because I wouldn't ruin a borrowed garment." He bowed his head for a moment. "I can turn a shirt into something to cover my lower half." He said as a means of clarifying. '
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    03:33:40CathaoirMacDonnchadh : welcome))
    03:34:55Ancient_Daltamare : -=He replied to Annora=- No need for thanks, you assisted me earlier it is the least I could do. -=Focusing on his drink once more after. Judging by the conversation though he was glad he lacked a natural form of vision of the world as well the victim of all the stares as the man he released from the room. At least he was right about murphies law >
    03:35:30Ancient_Daltamare : kicking in. Sipping away he just fell back into silence debating what to do the next day=- (Sorry for the short getting my ass shot up in cod)
    03:40:32AlexanderLionknyght : He nodded and then put his shirt on a nearby chair "Seems you know the weaver Annora then? You are her mate?" just a general question as he stripped off his cotton shirt and handed it to the man putting on his new one in its stead. What Cathaoir chose to do with it now was his concern "keep the shirt you can have it I -c-
    03:41:39AlexanderLionknyght : have the feeling that you need it far more then I." he noted that the shirt Annora had made him fit quite well. Usually he had trouble with the sleeves being far too short but she had gotten that right. This did not seem the place to be wearing such a fine shirt but he felt it was worth it for the man-c-
    03:42:01AlexanderLionknyght : who seemed to know Annora. She had not come running to his defense which was curious, if they were together. -f-
    03:42:09ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora nodded as the bottle was brought, blushing darkly as he shouted across the room. "If I remember correctly, it wasn't a whole hell of a lot to cover in the first place!" She shouted back, before grabbing the bottle. Yes, she didn't think a glass was in order, not tonight. She leaned back in the chair, knowing now that a fair amount of <c>
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    03:44:43ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> the attention was now on her. Of all people, places, and times, it had to be him. And that stupid, god damned hat. Was the hat too ugly for even the hooker to take? More than likely. She knew any attempts to salvage her reputation this night was lost, and so took a swig from the bottle of whiskey, making a face. She had ordered it because <c>
    03:45:18ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> it was what her brothers usually drank. She made a comical face as she spurted the burning liquid out.
    03:45:20ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +
    03:47:27-»Ñγǿką«- : sorry must be off for the night...will try back another time ))
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    03:51:26CathaoirMacDonnchadh : 'Cathaoir snorted at Alexander referring to Annora as his mate. "Thank you for the shirt. And I lost her as my mate before it was any sort of official," He put his hat on his head and dealt with being naked for as long as he had to. He tore the sleeves off the shirt and then drew his sword, using the edge to cut into the shirt below the neck<c>
    03:54:20CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c> line, He tore it from there all the way across and then cut the remaining tube to size. he pulled it over his head and used the belt for his sword to temporarily hold his makeshift kilt up. He took the sleeves and cut them into strips, He tied them together with some difficulty. He pulled the kilt up a little bit and tied the sleeve belt <c>
    03:57:34CathaoirMacDonnchadh : around his waist, better holding the remnant of shirt. He properly sheethed his great sword and wrapped the neckline around the hilt. Not one bit of wasted shirt. "Once again, thank you." He held out his hand. "My name is Cahir Mac Duncan." He looked at Annora out of the corner of his eye. He had nowhere else to be because of her, it was only<c>
    03:59:07CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c>fitting that he stayed near her and let her enjoy the fruits of her labor. '
    03:59:13CathaoirMacDonnchadh : '
    04:03:13Ancient_Daltamare : -=Sadly his immunity system didn't allow him to get drunk which disappointed him in times like these though he would admit they were entertaining=- My friends wonder why I ripped my eyes out. -=Speaking slightly louder then he should of before tilting back another drink=- I need something with burn. -=After a deep breath, at the kings head the >
    04:04:22AlexanderLionknyght : He took the mans hand "Alexander, a pleasure though next time we meet perhaps you will have a bit more on eh? I appreciate the honesty of exposure like any one but makes a bit of a odd first impression" he chuckled and then nodded toward his drink " I think I will be getting back to my drink you look like you could-c-
    04:04:45Ancient_Daltamare : worst that happened was him and Tully thrashed the place in there little bouts over nothing but this was nothing short of what he expected out of a bordello. Well fuck it could only roll with the mood really so he spun about on the stool gathering what he could of peoples locations and the current events=- So is this every night that things like >
    04:05:25AlexanderLionknyght : use one. I would not mind buying" He wondered how wise that was since he had been sitting by Annora and the angst with the two seemed rather thick. He let the man decide as the crowd now that the man was clothed seemed to dispearse and he made his way to his seat and his awaiting ale.-f-
    04:06:49Ancient_Daltamare : this happen or just ever second? -=He asked, for a name like the drowned wench he knew better then to ask really. The tension in the air seemed wonderful compared to the nights he spent alone amongst his travels=- So, dare I ask how you end up robbed of everything and locked in a room? You really musta pissed her off or worse. -=He wouldn't drop >
    04:07:41Ancient_Daltamare : the words directly but the implication was there. Worst part was judging by the mans blade this was a potential customer or would be in the near future but seeing as how the night was going a few jokes here and there didn't hurt=-
    04:12:53ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora sighed and poured herself a glass of the whiskey, sipping it this time. She looked to Dalt. "I imagine every other night. It might get tiring if it was every night." She answered Dalt, drinking the whiskey slowly and getting used to the burn. She smiled a little as she drank. Well, it was definitely interesting- and possibly hilarious <c>
    04:14:54ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c. from anyone else's point of view. She sipped the whiskey again. Yes- it was definitely growing on hers. She watched Alexander, Dalt, and Cathaoir. Well, if he could be civil, she could at least try to be as well. She tucked a short curl behind her ear and watched them all, her dark eyes going to Cathaoir. Would he join them? Or would he bow <c>
    04:15:02ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> out?+
    04:20:29CathaoirMacDonnchadh : 'Cathaoir smiled faintly. This was the best bit of luck he had in a long time. He nodded to Alex. "I really could use a drink." He walked over to Annora so he could talk to Dalt without having to yell, "Well, you have asked quite the question friend." He took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. "Based on what little I think I heard you say<c>
    04:23:08CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c> you haven't seen this absolutely hilarious captain's hat." He took off the hat and tilted it, touching Dalt's hand so he could feel it for a look. "To turn an odyssey to a side note in history." he sighed deeply. "I loved someone but fate and my father thought differently. I was sold to a merchant ship. I took control years later, came home<c>
    04:25:37CathaoirMacDonnchadh : to find my love wasn't mine anymore, as I expected really." He put the hat back on, knowing it annoyed Annora. "I almost died, was saved and owed the woman. When I returned to aid her everything fell apart. Every loyal member of my crew died as well as others. when we stopped here to release the one we were transporting we all went to a <c>
    04:28:45CathaoirMacDonnchadh : tavern to drink as was the standard. A week of drinking and other unsavory things before going back to sea," He shrugged, "I remember drinking last night and the crew getting a woman for me to drink with. And then I woke up absolutely broke and without clothing ... their favorite way to get rid of people." He took a deep breath. <c>
    04:29:41CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c> "Sorry for the long winded - I dont know how to make that any shorter. " He smiled nervously and shook his head."Apparently my hat was too ugly for them to consider stealing." '
    04:31:27Ancient_Daltamare : alex go ahead))
    04:32:49AlexanderLionknyght : He needed to find one of those Arrows and so far he saw none. He had though gotten his shirt and saved a mans dignity. He drained the mug and then spoke to Cathaori and Annora " I must leave my errands are pressing...however I hope to speak to you both soon. Sir I hope you find some pants and Annora the shirt was very fine-c-
    04:34:17AlexanderLionknyght : I shall be sure to recommend you to my sister." A princess as a patron might boost her business Alex was sure that she had her own tailors but he would mention Annora anyway. He held up the empty mug to Dalt "Thank you sir for the ale this evening. Good journeys to you all" He stepped away from the bar and gave a bow of his head. -c-
    04:34:44AlexanderLionknyght : Business before pleasure and he had a feeling that the Arrow clan were going to be harder to track down and remain elusive if he did not start making inroads.
    04:38:07Ancient_Daltamare : -=For the first time since he got back he actually opened those black orbs of his and stared blankly at the man analyzing his aura to judge whether he was just stupid or pretending to be. Getting no answer he debated what to eat for breakfast with his other half until the mans story was done finally settling on steak and eggs at the kings head in >
    04:40:17Ancient_Daltamare : the morning in a mental game of rock paper scissors missing 90% of what he spoke of=- So, in other words people didn't like your hat so much they decided to send a whore to rob you of everything but? I wonder why. -=To drop a life story so quickly, this man must of taken a few blows to the head as a slave...maybe an oar or two as well=- And you >
    04:42:09Ancient_Daltamare : don't even remember the fun details of it....horrible...just...horrible. -=Tilting back the glass of random liquor that was poured he barely even flinched still stunned this man even survived this long on the sea much less made captain. Turning his head to face the other whom he never got the name of=- Try to have a good night....well not as good >
    04:42:59Ancient_Daltamare : as this guys... -=Robbed blind, he wondered of the quality of blade he carried and why it wasn't robbed as well. Perhaps he could talk the man into a sale if he had any funds remaining=- I take it you know him? -=Speaking to Annora=-
    04:44:11Sybilla·Covelin : Breathing wasn't an optional activity; not even for a long living, stronger than average being like Sybilla and yet, she felt as though she'd been holding her breath since yesterday. Tory had visited yesterday during the daylight hours and Sybilla still wasn't sure how to take everything that was said. Everything that was learned. The entire /c/
    04:44:24Sybilla·Covelin : day had been spent in recovery. Eating, resting, eating some more. Whatever had set her off last night had left Sybilla with some painful bruising along her sides. The beast had wanted something... someone? Either way, after dinner Sybilla had taken herself for a walk and the walk ended up having her strolling along the docks toward the Drowned /c/
    04:48:32Sybilla·Covelin : Wench. The door was pulled open. An action that caused a wince. Mug of ale and the sounds of something other than her own heart beating was needed. A hand rubbed over the bruise on her jaw with a frown. She looked like the one who got into alley fights. Damnable beast! Anyways, eyes flittered over the occupants. Annora, Alexander, /c/
    04:50:22Sybilla·Covelin : and two others who she wasn't familiar with. Slow, lazy steps would take her from the door towards the bar. Where she slid onto a stool to await the wenches attention. /d/
    04:51:03ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora rolled her eyes at the sob story, drinking deeply from the whiskey glass. She could definitely learn to like this drink. "Your drinks are paid for- no need for your sob story." She complained gruffly, though she had a feeling the large lump protruding from Cathaoir's forhead had more to do with the word vomit than any want of drink. <c>
    04:53:19ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> She inclined her head to Alexander. "I am glad you like the shirt, and I even happier of your recommendations." She said with a bright smile to him. She didn't know his exact title, but any recommendation to a paying customer would be a good thing at this point. She looked to Dalt, smirking into her drink as she watched him pay little <c>
    04:55:03ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> attention to Cathaoir's story and completely misunderstand it. She nodded to Dalt's question, answering simply. "Aye, sadly." She said, looking over Sybilla as she entered, inclining her head with a smile to the baker- the more the merrier, as far as she was concerned.+
    04:59:24CathaoirMacDonnchadh : 'Cathaoir was about to respond to one statement when another and yet another after that. Annora's feeling being quite accurate. he was a little slow in responding to each person, He looked to Alex. "Farewell friend and once again I thank you ..." he reached up to rub his head to ease the headache, pushing on the large lump, cringing and hissing<c>
    05:01:47CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c>at the sharp pain that shot through his head. "Yes." He answered Dalt."Hated hat, paid whore to rob me blind." In some strange way it made as much sense as the truth. He wouldn't normally have offered that all up to people he didn't know. When it was time for him to respond to Annora he bit back all the snide remarks he could make<c>
    05:03:10AlexanderLionknyght : night all)
    05:03:15ᴥАññóřãᴥ : Night!))
    05:03:16Sybilla·Covelin : night)
    05:03:18CathaoirMacDonnchadh to her. He took a seat, sweeping his arm against the half shrt kilt
    05:03:22CathaoirMacDonnchadh : gr)0
    05:03:27CathaoirMacDonnchadh : night n alex!))
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    05:03:54Sybilla·Covelin : wb)
    05:04:23-»Ñγǿką«- : ty my plans got canceled ))
    05:04:24CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c>to her. He took a seat, sweeping his arm against the half shirt kilt so he wasn't touching the stool with bare flesh. '
    05:04:29-»Ñγǿką«- : so I'm back ))
    05:04:30CathaoirMacDonnchadh : 'd'
    05:04:33CathaoirMacDonnchadh : wb))
    05:04:37-»Ñγǿką«- : ty ))
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    05:06:24-»Ñγǿką«- : everyone still same place?? at the Drowned Wench?))
    05:06:31Sybilla·Covelin : yessum)
    05:06:33Ancient_Daltamare : yup))
    05:06:37Ancient_Daltamare : whos post?))
    05:06:50ᴥАññóřãᴥ : yours)
    05:06:50-»Ñγǿką«- : *Smiles and nods* thank you all ))
    05:11:06Ancient_Daltamare : -=He was about to respond when the door open and the aura of a shifter entered, more specificly a garou followed by that familiar scent. Claws extending from the tips of his fingers penetrated his mug as he silently cursed about a lack of control. He despised them so but he was not about to start a conflict in the city for the food in the cells >
    05:12:52Ancient_Daltamare : worse then what his mother used to cook and that was a worse punishment then death to him. Managing to prevent his teeth from grinding as well the hairs of his main from raising due to the tension that ran through his body he took a deep breath=- I have to get back to work. -=He spoke plainly before placing the mug down, jagged claws retracting >
    05:14:18Ancient_Daltamare : back into the fingertips causing the mug itself to leak the crimson liquid within. Rising to his feet he drifted towards the door waiting until he was outside before muttering=- Fucking mutts. -=Shifting his direction to the smith just wanting to get some distance from Sybilla=-
    05:18:35-»Ñγǿką«- : *Returned once more back into the bar and would again take her seat but this time she sat where she sat last time near a window. The humidity was getting to her and she was already feeling the moisture cling to her skin. She reached up and would open the window hoping for a breeze to cool her off fanning herself with her hand. She also reached -c-
    05:19:26-»Ñγǿką«- : back and would gather her blonde hair up off her neck closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath letting it out slowly*
    05:21:18Sybilla·Covelin : Yes, she noticed the feline. Politely ignored it. Her elder's battles were not her own. Even if they did kill her brother. When the cat left a slow sigh was released. On second thought, why not make that rum instead of ale. The wench lofted a brow and Sybilla gave a shrug. Eyes shifted over to Annora. "How's the new business going?" /c/
    05:24:18Sybilla·Covelin : She shifted a couple of stools over to be closer to the seamstress so that conversation could continue in an easier manner then having to talk across the length of the bar. A pleasant smile was offered to the gentleman near her before she shifted her jaw to try and rid the stiff soreness of the bruise that lingered there. Dear Beast, next you /c/
    05:24:53Sybilla·Covelin : decide to have a hissy fit, please do it against something softer than cage bars. Thanks, Sybilla. As the rum was set in front of her Sybilla lifted it and took a long sip of the liquid. The alcohol burned at the cuts inside her mouth but it was tolerable. /d/
    05:28:30ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora frowned deeply as Dalt left, inclining her head. She's see him around sometime, to be sure. It left just she and Cathaoir alone though- so she was more than happy when Sybilla came over. She didn't think she could be alone with Cathaoir- not while he was injured and half naked, and not while she was growing intoxicated. She set the <c>
    05:30:09ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> bottle of whiskey down to one side. She was done for the night. Cathaoir didn't respond to her, so she had very little to say to him, though deep down his concussion worried her. Perhaps someone around would be a healer that could take care of the lump on his head. She smiled softly, looking to Sybilla. "Still trying to get my license and <c>
    05:31:59ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> membership with the guild, but Alex's shirt is done, delivered, and paid for, which is nice. I also finished a new batch of blue linen fabric. I'll probably move on to wool next- as hot as it is now, fall is coming." She said, shrugging her shoulders. "Though hopefully by then I'll have some more permanent lodgings and a storefront." It <c>
    05:32:27ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> didn't seem likely, with the length of time it took for everything to get approved, but she could be patient- build a reputation and all that.+
    05:36:57CathaoirMacDonnchadh : 'Cathaoir rested his elbows on the counter top and put his face in his hands close to the point where the lump was. As much as he wanted to respond angrily to her he couldn't. She had been drinking and blaming her for everything was childish. He gave one quick look to Sybilla and nodded to himself, He reached out his right hand and touched her <c>
    05:41:00CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c> Shoulder for a fleeting moment. "If you don't want to know me, just tell everyone you don't." He wasn't really thinking about what he was saying to her. He dropped his hand and carefully laid his head down on the counter, his large hat covering enough of his head that it turned out to be good shade from the dim lighting. the bump was <c>
    05:41:58CathaoirMacDonnchadh : clouding his thoughts and urging him back to sleep. At the counter seemed as good a place as any.'|F|
    05:43:18CathaoirMacDonnchadh : I think I will have to bow out soon, before my character's condition becomes my own, Hahaha))
    05:48:11Sybilla·Covelin : Nods were given at the news of the impending license and guild membership. A delay which Sybilla knew well. A delay which she spent earning coin in another manner. That was neither here nor there. "Took mine a couple weeks to get finished." When the man spoke to Annora, a brow lifted, blue eyes shifted between Annora and /c/
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    Re: 17th July 2011

    Post  Kaidus on Mon Jul 18, 2011 10:05 am

    05:50:13Sybilla·Covelin : the man. Interesting. "So, I was pondering the other day about having shirts made with the bakery's name on them for myself and my assistant's." A thumb was thrust in the man's direction once he had laid his head down. A silent 'what the hell happened to him?' Eyes then shifted to the blonde toward the rear of the tavern. Sybilla lifted her /c/
    05:52:21Sybilla·Covelin : hand in a slight wave. Didn't Tory spill alcohol all over her once? Yes, yes Sybilla believed he did. The graceful man that he was. Shifting focus back to Annora she took a sip of the rum before speaking again. "Do you think you'd have the fabric for it? There would be six shirts all together. Though I'd like to have a few extra in case /c/
    05:52:28Sybilla·Covelin : I decide to take on more hands.
    05:52:35Sybilla·Covelin : /d/
    05:52:41Sybilla·Covelin : clumsy fingers tonight)
    05:53:38CathaoirMacDonnchadh : Tag Nyoka))
    05:57:35-»Ñγǿką«- : *She cursed softly in her dragon language about hot humid it was and opened her eyes in time to see Sybilla waving to her. She let her long braid fall back down her back and would raise her hand up waving slightly. She remember she was one of the peopel who witnessed herself getting drenched in the alcohol. She would not want to turn attention -c-
    05:57:59-»Ñγǿką«- : much to herself for she was engaged with the other s there and would just turn her gaze back out to the window*
    05:59:30ᴥАññóřãᴥ : Raw, I gotta call it quits for tonight))
    05:59:43ᴥАññóřãᴥ : I keep falling asleep betweeen posts))
    06:01:02Ancient_Daltamare : have a good one))
    06:01:24-»Ñγǿką«- : good night ))
    06:02:13CathaoirMacDonnchadh : night night!))
    06:02:41ᴥАññóřãᴥ : +Annora stood, inclining her head to Nyoka and Sybilla. "If you'll excuse me, I think it's time for me to retire for the evening." She said, shortly before Sybilla asked. "Six shirts? I'll have to speak to you tomorrow- I'm sure I can give you a bulk rate. " She said, before her eyes turned to Cathaoir. "Speaking of clothes, I have one or two <c>
    06:04:33ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> things that'll fit you. I'll bring them buy tomorrow." She frowned deeply- she didn't want to leave him injured, but she wasn't going to interrupt their fight to find him a damned healer as well. Not after what he had said to her. Dalt had paid for her drinks, so she fished a few coins out of her bag, putting them on the table and inclining <c>
    06:05:39ᴥАññóřãᴥ : <c> her head to Cathaoir. "For his room rental tonight." She said. There- she would get him some clothes, and he wouldn't end up out on the street- at least, not tonight anyway. She slipped out of the bar, running a hand through her hair as she walked out.+
    06:09:48CathaoirMacDonnchadh : 'Cathaoir lifted his head up slowly. As much as he wanted to say no thanks he was in no position to deny help. "Thank you ..." He felt like a great ass with how often he had been saying thank you tonight. He hadn't needed to thank anyone this much in three years. He stood slowly and stumbled towards the stairs for the rooms. He stopped himself<c>
    06:12:26CathaoirMacDonnchadh : <c> and looked towards the door, too late to get one last look at Annora. He vaguely noticed a shape beside him and followed it up to a room since he had been paid for. Somehow he would have to make up for it the next day, if they didn't start fighting again like they had been. Once in a room he simply fell flat onto the bed and fell asleep<c>
    06:12:38CathaoirMacDonnchadh : almost instantly.'|F|
    06:13:31CathaoirMacDonnchadh : g'night all)0
    06:14:14Ancient_Daltamare : night))
    06:14:19Sybilla·Covelin : night!)
    06:15:05CathaoirMacDonnchadh : See you at some point later today 8 ))
    06:15:36-»Ñγǿką«- : night ))
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    06:21:02Ancient_Daltamare : -=He had dug around the forge and he could pick up the scent of that garou within it. He was choked and already in a pissed off mood. Fuck the guards they could throw him in for all he cared and Tully as well when he ran into the green skinned bastard. Incapable of cleaning there fucking scent. Literally his body was vibrating with a rage he >
    06:22:45Ancient_Daltamare : hadn't felt since he had ran into his brother. Leaving the forge he slammed the thick steel door behind him hearing the bolt click shut. Bad to the wench he headed the smith was his, not the orcs to make decisions in and no place for a mutt to occupy. The hell was the boss doing letting an apprentice orc call the shots in the first place. Only >
    06:23:19Ancient_Daltamare : he could put it really is sheer stupidity. When he ran into the wolf, it was likely he would end up in cells again for this wasn't about to be pleasant=-
    06:29:42Sybilla·Covelin : "I'll be around." Here, the bakery, she was sure she would bump into Annora one way or the other. Seeing Annora pay for the man's room, Sybilla smiled a bit. Human kindness was always nice to see. Well, Annora was off and so was the strange man. That left... Sybilla spun in her stool to look in Nyoka's direction. The quiet one in /c/
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    06:31:52Sybilla·Covelin : the corner. Coins were dropped onto the bar, the rum was finished, the mug was set down and Sybilla slid from her spot on the stool to head in the woman's direction. "You care for a walk with a stranger?" Maybe not. Probably not. But, Sybilla was in no mood to sit still and well, she could use the company. More the merrier and all that jazz. /c/
    06:33:09Sybilla·Covelin : Whether the woman came or not was up to her. Sybilla motioned to the door but wasn't about to stop walking to wait for an answer. The door opened and she headed out into the hot and humid weather with a quieted huff. Place was as bad as home during the summer. /d/
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    06:37:00-»Ñγǿką«- : *She looked back over hearing someone approaching her and would then see Sybilla inviting her to take a walk. perhaps beind more outside would help cool her down. She nods her head and stand up and would begin following the woman out of the door. the humidity was stil no better outside as it was inside. "so where would you like to go?" she -c-
    06:40:20-»Ñγǿką«- : sked as she stepped up next to her. Then realized she didn't know her name either "What is your name?" She asked bluntly She was not a good socializer and tried her best with small talk*
    06:42:52Ancient_Daltamare : -=As he rounded the corner to the drowned wench a waft of air brought fresh scent of the wolf to him. His home was his own, mutts were welcome for business but to occupy the place near drove him insane. He rapidly approached her despite the pressence of the other=- Mutt...Where is Tully and what the hell were you doing squatting in my shop? >
    06:44:51Ancient_Daltamare : -=His voice carried an overly aggressive tone which caused the crowd before him to part clearing a path for the pissed off beast. Trying his hardest to restrain himself from going over the edge he stood at least a solid ten feet away not bothering to restrain his voice. Fists clenched as his own claws dug into his very flesh drawing blood. >
    06:45:52Ancient_Daltamare : Yes, he was very territorial about the place he slept, and still the orc managed to further goad him even while he was out on a journey. So much for a good nights sleep it would take him the rest of the night to rid the place of there scents=-
    06:56:17-»Ñγǿką«- : moof check ))
    06:56:57Sybilla·Covelin : Where were they going? Feet just moved without much thought to it. Shoulder's lifted upwards and then dropped in a shrug to the question. "I just needed to move around. Have no place in particular in mind." The blunt question was given a smile. Blunt was good. There was no real point to dancing around a may pole in conversations. "Sybi-" /c/
    06:57:07Sybilla·Covelin : the rest was cut off at the sight of the feline. Mutt... blue eyes grew wider at the rapid approach. Her heart began to beat in double time. Squatting in his shop? Confusion took hold first alongside the subtle fears that this beast was about to spill secrets that were meant to remain just as that. Damage control time. "Now, I am not quite sure -c-
    06:57:22Sybilla·Covelin : what has you all in an uproar but I don't choose where my clients decide to have their... rendezvous. You'll need to take that up with Mr. Tully." Deep breath. Even if it did cause pain. Sybilla slid her right foot forwards and then, followed the step with her left. If she had ears at the top of her head they'd be planted flat at the moment /c/
    06:58:56Ancient_Daltamare : brb in five or ten could you guys save posts for me?))
    06:59:08Sybilla·Covelin : yeppers)
    06:59:33-»Ñγǿką«- : yes ))
    06:59:39Ancient_Daltamare : thanks))
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    07:14:50Sybilla·Covelin : welcome back)
    07:14:51Ancient_Daltamare : fighting with wireless at work _-_ fun))
    07:15:04-»Ñγǿką«- : wb ))
    07:16:14Ancient_Daltamare : whisper posts?))
    07:16:44-»Ñγǿką«- : it just got paused
    07:16:47-»Ñγǿką«- : ))*
    07:19:51Ancient_Daltamare : ok thanks))
    07:20:08Sybilla·Covelin : >.> because, I'm job hunting at the same time. lol)
    07:20:28Ancient_Daltamare : while I'm at work now))
    07:20:31Ancient_Daltamare : gonna be a long night))
    07:20:37Ancient_Daltamare : rolls back into char=-))
    07:21:01Sybilla·Covelin : along with a very tucked tail. Cowardly little dog that she was Sybilla would have much rather been running in the other direction, hiding under a rock somewhere. Eyes flicked to the woman beside her. Wasn't exactly the quiet walk that Sybilla had intended and for that she'd apologize later. /d/
    07:25:02-»Ñγǿką«- : *Nods her head hearing the womans response "I suppose just wandering around is good all the same. I do not like sitting still myself" She jumped slightly as she hearing the sudden yelling from someone and would turn her eyes to see where the voice came from. finding the source and seeing him striding towards them she would reach behind her back -c-
    07:29:13-»Ñγǿką«- : and would pull out two daggers. one in each hand and taking a defensive stance. She only relaxed a little when she heard the woman next to her speaking to him. She was able to feel the need for her to leave this man's presence and would reach a hand up to try and turnher so they could turn a leave "come you do not need to stand here and take -c-
    07:29:32-»Ñγǿką«- : such insults and accusations" golden eyes narrowd as she looekd to him *
    07:34:45Ancient_Daltamare : -=He pointed at the one with the drawn daggers=- I ripped my own eyes out years ago and I can still tell you are holding the daggers wrong. Flip them both around or I could kick them both out of your grip pretty easily and they are made out of the wrong material for me to even consider them a threat. I make weapons for a living, if you are going >
    07:36:12Ancient_Daltamare : to purchase any at least know how to use them properly. Oh yes and only use them to stab at a limb that is coming at you, most effective way to use them is to slowly disable never try for a one hit kill they never work. -=Beyond that he seemed generally unphased by there pressence before he turned his attention back to Sybilla=- Great a bitch in >
    07:38:07Ancient_Daltamare : heat instead of a rabid dog. At least you are not much of a threat. Where has tully been hiding? -=His voice much calmer now as he stood before the pair still irked yet not to such a level where he was about to rampage about blindly even though his instincts told him other wise=-
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    07:44:34-»Ñγǿką«- : welcome ))
    07:44:42Տalacious : Thank you. ))
    07:45:41Ancient_Daltamare : welcome and all))
    07:52:43Ancient_Daltamare : moof check))
    07:52:53Sybilla·Covelin : Eyes shifted to the daggers and the reaction was far from a rapid dog. She shook from head to toe. It was irrational and yet, the noise was not one she could stop herself from being terrified of. Brows twitched and furrowed as the flashes of a long past enemy flickered through her conscience. Bitch in heat? Hardly. Sybilla moved /c/
    07:54:08Sybilla·Covelin : herself away from Nyoka too. Dalt's question of Tully went unanswered for several moments while she attempted to stop the quivering. "Haven't seen him for weeks." Simply disappeared. She had figured he'd gotten too drunk and wandered off. The way that orc consumed alcohol maybe he ended up in the dungeon. Eyes flicked between /c/
    07:57:31Sybilla·Covelin : Nyoka and Dalt. Moving away from Nyoka had put her closer to Dalt. Not exactly the best place to be either. However, she needed to get him to stop making such blatant references to her race. Slow, cautious steps were taken until she was only a couple feet from him. Her voice dropped to a whisper that'd be only audible to them. "Stop with /c/
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    07:59:26Sybilla·Covelin : the dog comments, please? There are hunters..." men with sharp pointy sticks that would like nothing more than to remove her hide? Yea, those. Not to mention the rest of the villagers and peasants would no doubt join in. /d/
    08:00:36-»Ñγǿką«- : *She frowned as she looked to the man and would shake her head "do no speak to me of metals and fighting skills. I am one of the warriors of my home and what my weapons are made from. they can be found no where else but my homeland." Hearing his voice calming down she would furrow her brows and take in a deep breath and would sheath her blades. -c-
    08:02:43-»Ñγǿką«- : She looked him over and would cross her arms. Again with the horrible people skills she tapped her fingers on her arm impatienly "if you make weapons then perhaps you can make one for me, though our meeting was not the best i am still seeking a few more good weapons. and dont worry i will pay you want ever you want" She said waving her hand in -c-
    08:03:22-»Ñγǿką«- : the air and shaking her head and though waving away the thought that the price was an issue*
    08:07:13Ancient_Daltamare : brb three minutes))
    08:07:34-»Ñγǿką«- : ok ))
    08:08:09Ancient_Daltamare : -=He didn't show much response until she mentioned he was gone for weeks. Great the hell did the orc end up this time, likely in cells or off to go start a tribe with some random woman he met here of all places=- Great so the green skin defiles my shop and runs before I manage to get back....I should make a trap with a refilling mug of ale and a >
    08:10:55Ancient_Daltamare : bear cage thats invisible.... -=Slapping his forhead he muttered a few obscene insults in Russian before looking to the other=- Each culture has there own way of making weapons and style but over the many years I have been in combat the most effective way for daggers is a counter and move style. You seem to brace yourself for impact... -=Strength>
    08:13:35Ancient_Daltamare : mattered little with such small weapons, agility and accuracy were vital on the other hand=- Don't care much for payment myself would rather make a weapon for people capable of using them. -=He refused to make a bastard sword for someone capable of only using a long sword, just a quirk of his=- We will see when I am calmed down...tomorrow. >
    08:14:20Ancient_Daltamare : -=Glancing back to Syb he sighed softly=- That is true you couldn't be considered anything more then human. My apoligies for mistaking you for something you are not. -=Before twisting about on his heel drifting off towards his smith slowly=-
    08:14:47Ancient_Daltamare : can still rp just sorta getting distance between where the scene was started))
    08:22:34Sybilla·Covelin : One sec... sending job app)
    08:27:13-»Ñγǿką«- : im gonna be heading off to bed time sorry, need sleep to work tomorrow ))
    08:27:19Sybilla·Covelin : Night!)
    08:27:41-»Ñγǿką«- : good night and thank you both for the rp...will be back again ))
    08:28:36Ancient_Daltamare : have a good one))
    08:29:33-»Ñγǿką«- : *She nods her head towards him "Trust me i can use any blade that is made but it is not a sword i seek, but i shall find your smithy and come speak with you more later." The stone in her choker necklace began glowing as she turned then looking to Sybilla "Thank you again for this walk i hope to see you tomorrow" and would turn and begin walking -c-
    08:30:07-»Ñγǿką«- : towards the forest where she will meet her pet and they would take off for a few discussions*
    08:30:14-»Ñγǿką«- : night ))
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    08:32:03Sybilla·Covelin : There was a slight sigh of relief when he spoke of her being human. A very quiet "thank you" was offered in his direction. Did she really want to chase after the giant feline? A race whom her people had recently been to war with or maybe it was a different kind of feline. Sybilla didn't know; that was politics which she didn't agree with. /c/
    08:32:15Sybilla·Covelin : She didn't agree with this supposed war with the humans either. Sybilla decided that maybe it wouldn't hurt to follow the big cat. Steps took her to catch up. "Just for clarification, Tully mentioned an owner but he never mentioned..." eyes scanned the fur "...the important parts." If she would have known that the place was owned by a /c/
    08:33:19Sybilla·Covelin : feline then maybe she would have thought twice about staying there. /d/
    08:36:49Ancient_Daltamare : -=He took part in the war, actually many over the years of his life but the garou he knew never changed. They all served gaia yet they fought amongst one another instead of taking the roles given to him so it was declared a useless fight in his eyes. Still he harboured a grudge for the garou and still refused to hide what he was from humanity. >
    08:37:26Ancient_Daltamare : one moment))
    08:42:01Ancient_Daltamare : Stopping he turned around=- I am suprised Tully remembers his own name half the time. I didn't leave him in charge I left the boss in charge. -=To him the boss was always the man whom handled the coin and took the finer details of the reques=- Arrogant prick I'm gonna do more then fuck up his shoulder when he comes around again. -=He was seriously>
    08:43:56Ancient_Daltamare : debating just knee capping him=- If you are implying important parts as whats beneath the clothe humans can't handle it. -=He wasn't meant to "mingle" with anything of a human size...at least not in this body and his human form was well hidden in case he needed to walk amongst the general population without being noticed=- You mentioned hunters. >
    08:44:09Ancient_Daltamare : Where are they? I would like to deal with them before they become my problem as well.
    08:50:08Sybilla·Covelin : When Dalt stopped and turned, Sybilla took several quick steps backward. Skittish little dog. The comment of Tully remembering his name brought a quiet snort. "Tried to encourage him to lessen the alcohol intake." Eyes slid from the tiger to the ground. "Didn't take it very well." Still bothered her that she couldn't help the half-orc rid /c/
    08:50:19Sybilla·Covelin : himself of his dependence on the stuff. The tiger's mention of below the clothes made her smile. "I was referring to the fur... if I would have known I wouldn't have invaded you're territory." The mention of hunters... that caused fidgeting. They had tried to kill Kaleb and her. Kaleb more than her but then, she didn't have the mouth that /c/
    08:52:16Sybilla·Covelin : Kaleb did. She didn't go looking for fights either. "Don't know. Last I saw them was in the forest. There were some Holy Knights running around too that had issue with certain aspects of our bloodlines." That was very nice way of putting it. "I'm Sybilla, by the way." She didn't bother to offer a hand since she figured he wouldn't take it anyways.
    08:52:18Sybilla·Covelin : .d.
    08:52:38Sybilla·Covelin : /d/ fingers not working!)
    08:52:52Ancient_Daltamare : lol))
    08:54:59Ancient_Daltamare : -=He just shrugged=- Best to leave people to themselves, even if the intention is for the better you could end up destroying there mental stability....in his case what is left. -=He debated hanging himself in a cage with liquor less then inchs from his grasp. Should prove to be entertaining...first things first had to trap him before he could >
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    09:00:46Sybilla·Covelin : wb)
    09:01:35Ancient_Daltamare : ty))
    09:02:58Ancient_Daltamare : impose any methods of torture on him=- Wasn't that you invaded my territory it was the fact Tully allowed a mutt to remain there when he should of known better. -=He had near killed the orc once already over it and he didn't seem to learn. He stopped mid stride the moment he heard of the holy knight=- Great, fucking Paladins going about there >
    09:04:11Ancient_Daltamare : genocidal business again. I wonder if the king would mind a few dead bodies. -=His neck tilted to the side yet instead of a typical cracking sound all that could be heard was metallic grinding before the pops=- I have a building which I use for staff in town. Near the forge take a room that isn't occupied on the second floor. You should be safe >
    09:06:03Ancient_Daltamare : there. There are hot springs dug out in the basement. Please no clothing in there the dye will mix into the water and make a mess of things due to enchantments and they are a pain to fix. Soap and all that fade away so they are safe. -=He slept at the forge typically and didn't bother with the house. Had it built for the employees more then >
    09:08:02Ancient_Daltamare : anything=- Daltamare Ancient. -=He was known amongst some myth and legends though not many and most references to him were as a mercenary for large scale wars or supplying some very unique weapons to various people throughout time. She was right though, he wouldn't bother to take her hand=-
    09:08:23Ancient_Daltamare : moof check O.o))
    09:08:29Sybilla·Covelin : still there)
    09:08:35Ancient_Daltamare : right on))
    09:08:44Ancient_Daltamare : windows messenger going hay wire on me))
    09:10:32Sybilla·Covelin : The offer of the room was nice but...well, she had no need anymore. Staying at the forge had always been a temporary thing until the royalty had processed her requests. "While I appreciate the offer, Daltamare, my assignment with Tully had always been temporary while I awaited land purchase approval from the royalty. I /c/
    09:12:37Sybilla·Covelin : own the new bakery in town." A hand motioned in the buildings general direction from where they were. It wouldn't be hard to find all he had to do was follow his nose. The name wasn't familiar to her but then, she didn't pay attention to most myths and legends. Scary stories to keep kids in bed at night. Much like the myth of the /c/
    09:15:51Sybilla·Covelin : man who turned into a beast on the full moon to eat incorrigible children. Did she really look like the type of person who would eat children?! Really? Silly humans. /d/
    09:19:28Ancient_Daltamare : -=A wolf that bakes during the day and pulls tricks at night. He must of been gone longer then he thought, almost debated asking what year it was and how many generations have passed amongst the wolves to allow pride to drop to an all time low=- I think I should of stayed on vacation longer. -=He merely went out to obtain materials for an elixer >
    09:22:56Ancient_Daltamare : but it seemed the recepient was no longer around=- I wonder how well these "Holy knights" are armed. Been a while since I seen one. -=Quite literally the last time he seen one was well over a century past and thats when he had vision, there had been many encounters since=- What has been going on recently other then that? -=He needed to get up to >
    09:23:03Ancient_Daltamare : date as quick as he could=-
    09:27:48Sybilla·Covelin : No, she didn't pull tricks anymore. Her purpose had been to bake and when that had been delayed, well, it was a way of surviving. "Haven't seen them either lately." People around here seemed to disappear after awhile. It was very strange. "Nothing that I'm aware of. Only been here a couple months. Most excitement I've seen are the /c/
    09:30:11Sybilla·Covelin : rain storms that take away the humidity." And that's just the way she liked it. Less excitement the better. Sybilla wanted... normal for once. Wanted to live her life without being hunted or bothered and she'd been doing her damndest to have it. A successful bakery, a pleasant budding interest in a human, but with the security net that /c/
    09:33:34Sybilla·Covelin : she could always return to her pack across the ocean if she needed to. Thinking of all those things the woman gave a yawn. It would daylight soon and she still needed to get some sleep before the assistants showed up to get the bakery ready for opening. "I think I'm going to go have an hour or so shut eye before my assistants come /c/
    09:34:00Sybilla·Covelin : making all kinds of noise to open the bakery." /d/
    09:35:09Ancient_Daltamare : -=His dipped his head into a nod and began his short journey back to the forge without another word. There was much to be done before his own employees found out about his return for the place was a mess. Oi, felt like he just took it over again from another....not what he wanted to return home too=-
    09:35:10Ancient_Daltamare : night))
    09:36:23Sybilla·Covelin : I need a couple hours of sleep so I can finish homework today. lol)
    09:37:16Ancient_Daltamare : I'm just gonna flip through random sites and see what comes up))
    09:37:28Ancient_Daltamare : lol stuck here another 6 and some hours lol))
    09:40:34Sybilla·Covelin : have fun! I'll bbl!)
    09:41:05Sybilla·Covelin : -sends Sybbies back to her bakery and then runs to bed!- )
    09:41:08Ancient_Daltamare : later))
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