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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 29, 2020 18:18:21 GMT
"Nonsense, good sir, Nigel Thornheart can smell a bachelorette party a mile away," he replied, not budging from his dashing pose and ignoring the offered coin. "And while I may be out of fireworks, I always have a bang in my pocket for a woman in need."
After waiting a few more moments for the flurry of glitter to settle, the famed adventurer took his seat at the table. "Don't fret, you are all in experienced hands now," he assured them, looking around the table, until he saw Dr. Steller. "You look familiar. Remind me of of an old codger I once knew, who was a bit too into animals if you know what I mean. Pleasant enough chap but you didn't want to leave him alone around your horse unattended for long. Aha!" He clapped the nearest person to him hard on the back, which happened to be Herneiros. "This fellow looks like he knows what I'm talking about."
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jun 29, 2020 18:34:56 GMT
"A preposterous suggestion, Mr Thornheart, as always. Nothing unexpected from a man of your caliber." Archimedes said, unimpressed with the attacks on his morals. He rolled his eyes and cleaned the confetti from his shouldersm
"Indeed, my noble friend, turns out this might not be the right expedition." He told Damien. "For our benefrector to have considered employing such a low grade charlatan, he must clearly want for this task to fail."
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jun 29, 2020 18:37:19 GMT
Konrad dismounted his horse, and his two companions did likewise. "Take a walk around the block," he told them with a nod of his head. Heading out on his first ever adventure he didn't want to show up with babysitters.
The letters had promised gold, which Konrad did not -strictly speaking- require, but it also promised glory, and renown. And that was something which was more difficult to pass from father to son. Having heard tails of his father's adventures more times than he could count, the time had come to earn his own fortune. Well a second fortune anyway.
He entered the Southern Seas, stepping in a pile of confetti, "What in the Mist-blown hell is this?" he muttered to himself, before looking around. He looked and saw a nearby woman laughing.
"Excuse me milady, but what in the world is going on here?"
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 29, 2020 18:49:25 GMT
"You didn't see my horse the next morning avoiding eye contact like a whore in church," he shook his head sadly, before noticing the arrival of Ceutinde and Justine. "No offense to Lady Ceutinde or whores in general. They're some of my favorite people. Though we need to stop meeting like this. People will whisper that you've made an honest man out of me. Monogomy is the bane of book sales." He turned back to Dr. Stellar. "Apologies, I should clarify. There is this occurrence you may not be familiar with wherein individuals pay coin to read your writing."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jun 29, 2020 18:50:19 GMT
Konrad dismounted his horse, and his two companions did likewise. "Take a walk around the block," he told them with a nod of his head. Heading out on his first ever adventure he didn't want to show up with babysitters. The letters had promised gold, which of Konrad did not -strictly speaking- require, but it also promised glory, and renown. And that was something which was more difficult to pass from father to son. Having heard tails of his father's adventures more times than he could count, the time had come to earn his own fortune. Well a second fortune anyway. He entered the Southern Seas, stepping in a pile of confetti, "What in the Mist-blown hell is this?" he muttered to himself, before looking around. He looked and saw a nearby woman laughing. "Excuse me milady, but what in the world is going on here?" Silvia wiped her streaming eyes. The man speaking to her looked familiar, but, filled with merriment and shock as she was, she couldn't quite place him. No doubt they had attended a few of the same functions. "Oh, Nigel Thornheart turned up, and I..." She dissolved into another fit of laughter for a moment. "Sorry about that. I just discovered that Nigel Thornheart is real. Really real, I mean. I thought the picture on the cover was just some model paid to pose by the real author, but it's not, it's really him, judging by the reaction of the old fellow over there." She waved a hand in Archimedes' direction. "I read one of Thornheart's books when I was a girl - a ripping good yarn - but I thought it was just a story. I was quite convinced that the book was written by some ink-stained old scribe dreaming of a life of adventure and seduction. Or..." She lowered her voice and added mischievously "Sometimes I thought the books were written by some spinster who had a lot of very racy dreams about what she longed to do with the lover she never had." |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jun 29, 2020 19:12:00 GMT
"Oh. I see," Konrad said, although her explanation did not in fact explain anything about why the room was covered in shimmering dust. When the woman removed her hands from her face, Konrad looked surprised. "Why my stars, if it isn't Miss Silvia Raizer herself! It seems this tavern is overflowing with famous names. I've heard you play in Bastion several times, but never been granted an introduction." He bowed slightly, "Konrad... of Wolfhaven, by way of Bastion, at your service."
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jun 29, 2020 19:12:11 GMT
"Please remove your hand before I mistake it for a sexual proposition and assume I have permission to plow your ass, Mister Thornheart. I have been far too long in the Mist... and you are just... so very... pretty."
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"Are you Lady Ceutinde?" His Elven was unaccented, as though he had been speaking it since he was a babe. "My name is Herneiros. My heart's father is Leuwinmorgh."
Leuwinmorgh was a legendary hunter and magus who had dwelled in the Mist for centuries before finally leaving. Supposedly, he had arrived in Innuria with a human foundling only recently. As this human was covered in old Elven runes and dressed like one of those fringe shamans Imperials found hilarious, it was obvious that Herneiros had spent just as much time in actual Elven society as he had among his own race.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 29, 2020 19:17:29 GMT
"Think nothing of it, my dear. The night was perfect in every way." Ceutinde led the way into the casino, keeping her hand on Justine's if the other woman didn't object. The sight of bits of confetti still falling to the floor confirmed that it was, alas, not an assassination. She grabbed two glasses of wine from a passing waiter, and handed one to her companion, using a finger to pick out a long piece of tinsel. "Well. Seems we've somehow met the same crowd from last night, in slightly nicer clothes. Joy of joys." Justine grinned and accepted the wine. She could get used to luxury again, dreamlike as it still felt to have gone from roughing it in the wilderness to fine cotton sheets and silk dresses in less than 24 hours. She took a cautious sip, avoiding the stray bits of floating shimmer. “How fortuitous.” She looked about the room, smirking at Thornheart. “Or not,” she added. He seemed to be at the epicenter of the glitter bomb. “Who do you think the nysterious benefactor is?” When she turned back to her elven companion she was surprised to see that someone else had approached as well; he was possibly the toughest looking person in the place, dressed like a forest huntsman who never pretended to be anything else. Not like herself, who constantly pretended to be many things. He looked human, but spoke to Ceutinde in elvish. “Ceutinde, is this another old friend?” She asked, drawing near and putting an arm around the other woman’s waist. |
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jun 29, 2020 19:22:19 GMT
"Oh. I see," Konrad said, although her explanation did not in fact explain anything about why the room was covered in shimmering dust. When the woman removed her hands from her face, Konrad looked surprised. "Why my stars, if it isn't Miss Silvia Raizer herself! It seems this tavern is overflowing with famous names. I've heard you play in Bastion several times, but never been granted an introduction." He bowed slightly, "Konrad... of Wolfhaven, by way of Bastion, at your service." "Ah. I knew your face was familiar but you're right, we have never been introduced." She swept into one of her gallant bows, flourishing her hat as she did so. "Well met, Konrad of Wolfhaven. It's good to see a friendly face from Bastion here. I am sure I will be playing again in the near future." She smiled at him. "I seem to recall that you are considered the 'most eligible man in Bastion?'" She let a hint of a question linger in her voice. "A bard like me thrives upon fame but I fear even such notables as ourselves must be nobodies compared to Thornheart himself." |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jun 29, 2020 19:28:33 GMT
Konrad blushed slightly, "I have heard it said," he admitted, "but it's not the sort of moniker that one should self-apply." He smiled and lowered his voice slightly, "I assume it is not Master Thornheart who brought you here, seeing as you did not know that he existed until just recently."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jun 29, 2020 19:35:09 GMT
Konrad blushed slightly, "I have heard it said," he admitted, "but it's not the sort of moniker that one should self-apply." He smiled and lowered his voice slightly, "I assume it is not Master Thornheart who brought you here, seeing as you did not know that he existed until just recently." She grinned at Konrad. "Oh no, I received a letter. It would be improper to discuss the contents of my personal correspondence. of course, but I imagine most of the people here also received a letter of their own. I was actually rather surprised, I had not expected to have reason to leave Bastion at that point in time. But an adventure is always worth having, and it's nice to know that my worth is known outside of Bastion." |
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jun 29, 2020 19:36:49 GMT
A more cleanly Tehol arrives somewhat late and looks around the room with his ever faithful K'rull at his heel. That is until the beast saw enormous piles of glitter nearby, He lets out a loud screech and swan dives into the nearest one rolling around cheerily coating himself in sprinkles and embedding the sparkly powder into his fur. Tehol shakes his head at the antics of his friend and makes his way to a chair
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jun 29, 2020 19:40:32 GMT
"...the fuck is this shit?" muttered Kjell in Elvish as she dragged her dusty boots through the pile of glitter on the floor, glancing at the frolicking animal in passing. Standing at about six feet, it would have been fairly easy to mistake her for a human, were it not for the pointy ears poking out from between strands of dark windblown hair. As opposed to most of the people in the room, she wore leather armour and looked as if she'd gotten off the road not five minutes ago. An arquebus hung over her shoulder and an axe on her hip.
For a moment, she stood observing the gathered crowd as if debating something, but soon enough walked over to the table and took a seat. She leaned her firearm against the seat and crossed her arms, tapping three fingers of her left hand on her biceps. The fourth and fifth finger, it seemed, had been half cleaved off at some point.
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jun 29, 2020 19:42:39 GMT
"Well I am willing to confess that I received a similar letter, promising adventure. Given that I've already met the beautiful and talented Silvia Raizer, I can be sure that it will be an opportunity to be immortalized in song." He smiled, "But I admit that I remain extremely curious as to the cause of this opportunity." He looked around the room again, trying to take the measure of those present, and to see if perhaps their mysterious benefactor had arrived.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jun 29, 2020 19:44:07 GMT
Ceutinde was pointedly ignoring Nigel's remark when she was startled by the sound of her mother tongue, and perhaps even shocked at hearing it come unaccented from the mouth of a human, dressed like he'd stepped out of her youth. "I am Ceutinde," she replied in the same language, "I have heard tell of your heart's father, but not had the good fortune to meet him. It is a pleasure, Herneiros."
She switched to Imperial to answer Justine, hoping that the adoptive elf would follow. "No, a new acquaintance. This is Herneiros, son of Leuwinmorgh. Sir, this is Justine de Vair, a...friend. I take it you've been summoned by the same vague sort of letter as we have?"
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