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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jun 29, 2020 19:54:44 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. "I expect we all are," she agreed. "With such a company of heroes, it must be something important." After all, Thornheart was a living legend (even though she had been quite convinced he had been a fictitious creation), Silvia was something of a local legend herself, and she had met the King of Thieves just the other day. In her mind that qualified the company as heroes, even though there were many people present that she hadn't met. "Whoever it is, they clearly like to make an entrance," she said. |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jun 29, 2020 19:59:01 GMT
"I expect we all are," she agreed. "With such a company of heroes, it must be something important." After all, Thornheart was a living legend (even though she had been quite convinced he had been a fictitious creation), Silvia was something of a local legend herself, and she had met the King of Thieves just the other day. In her mind that qualified the company as heroes, even though there were many people present that she hadn't met. "Whoever it is, they clearly like to make an entrance," she said. "Clearly, although they shall have to work to overcome all this," he brushed the confetti with the toe of his well-appointed black leather boots, "... excitement." He turned as he saw Justine enter. "Justine!" He said as he saw the woman enter, "I say, Justine over here!" He waved politely over the din of the well-occupied room. |
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 29, 2020 20:02:44 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. Seeking to put some distance between himself and Henreios, Nigel scooted a few seats over to find himself next to the tall lithe elven woman he had not seen enter, turning to flash her a dazling bright smile that had graced the cover of adventure books around the continent. "I bet there is quite a story to how you lost those fingers," he stated, without introduction or segue. "Perhaps later I could lend you the service of a couple of mine. Aha!" |
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jun 29, 2020 20:04:17 GMT
"Lady Justine..." He bowed his head to the other human. "Yes, it was... not very informative."
In truth, he had not read his letter. Herneiros was nigh illiterate in the Imperial script and had had someone else read it aloud. "What strikes me as odd is that we are meeting in a gambling den and not the Reclaimers Hall... even though one might suppose reclamation is our task. Perhaps it is not something they wish to share with their neighbors..."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jun 29, 2020 20:13:16 GMT
Seeking to put some distance between himself and Henreios, Nigel scooted a few seats over to find himself next to the tall lithe elven woman he had not seen enter, turning to flash her a dazling bright smile that had graced the cover of adventure books around the continent. "I bet there is quite a story to how you lost those fingers," he stated, without introduction or segue. "Perhaps later I could lend you the service of a couple of mine. Aha!" Kjell's gaze shifted to the red-headed man. Her eyes were of a brown so dark they seemed almost black, and as she studied him, her fingers stopped their strumming on her arm. "You only need three fingers," she replied in Imperial, though with a thick Elvish accent. |
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 29, 2020 20:27:49 GMT
"You only need water and hardtack, but a bottle of wine and a king's feast does wonders for morale," he offered his hand, all five digits, to the woman. "Speaking of food and drink, my suite has room service. Nigel Thornheart, Adventurer Extraordinaire, at your service. I am sure my legend precedes me."
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jun 29, 2020 20:31:24 GMT
K'rull after dazzling himself with glitter and sparkly bits hops up on the table in front of Tehol and bows to him dramatically with a chitter.
Tehol sighs and pulls out an Ocarina and starts whistling away on it, which causes K'rull to squeal delightedly and starts dancing around the table.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jun 29, 2020 20:40:22 GMT
"Lady Justine..." He bowed his head to the other human. "Yes, it was... not very informative." In truth, he had not read his letter. Herneiros was nigh illiterate in the Imperial script and had had someone else read it aloud. "What strikes me as odd is that we are meeting in a gambling den and not the Reclaimers Hall... even though one might suppose reclamation is our task. Perhaps it is not something they wish to share with their neighbors..." "A fair point I had not considered. Though this is not my usual realm, so no doubt I am a bit behind the rest of you." She had a sip of the wine and pondered, enjoying the hand on her waist. |
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jun 29, 2020 20:41:57 GMT
"You only need water and hardtack, but a bottle of wine and a king's feast does wonders for morale," he offered his hand, all five digits, to the woman. "Speaking of food and drink, my suite has room service. Nigel Thornheart, Adventurer Extraordinaire, at your service. I am sure my legend precedes me." That name told Kjell exactly nothing, as was evident from her face, which remained void of recognition, but she took Nigel's hand and shook it after a brief moment. "Kjell," she said. "Are you the one who sent the letter?" she asked. |
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 29, 2020 20:49:57 GMT
Nigel blinked twice, the idea of someone not having heard of him inconceivable to the celebrity adventurer. Surely this elf must have lived her entire life under a rock. The poor thing.
"Gods no, letters are for those who don't get paid to write," he replied dismissively and shook his head.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jun 29, 2020 21:02:00 GMT
Kjell snorted and a wry smile tugged on her lips. "Aina fairë, imagine earning gold for writing instead of having a real role in this world," she said. "How awful must that feel, filling your time with something so trivial when there is a war for survival just outside the city wall."
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 29, 2020 21:14:57 GMT
"Ah, but that is exactly what I write about my good woman!" Nigel replied excitedly. "I bring the thrilling exploits of my adventures outside the walls to those safely nestled behind them. I allow the aspiring hearts impatient in the failing bodies which imprison them to vicariously take part in my exhilarating exploits."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 29, 2020 21:24:48 GMT
Justine heard her name being called, if in an unfamiliar voice, and felt her anxiety spike. Her fingers tightened on Ceutinde’s arm for a moment. She turned and it took her eyes a moment to register the man waving at her across the room.
“Oh...I’ll leave the two of you to Discuss...” she looked between the two of them wondering what they had in common other than their language. “Whatever you need to discuss.” With a squeeze of Ceutinde’s hand, she promised to come back, and then with a nod to the huntsman, went to greet someone she hadn’t seen in years.
She approached with a small smile. “Hello, I’m surprised to see you here. I didn’t think a letter and a sack of gold would be enough to bring you this far.” She nodded to his female companion, who she had only seen in passing at the Bastards Walk. “Demetri is running a bit late, but we’re still traveling together, more or less.”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jun 29, 2020 21:45:00 GMT
Thalia entered the place, her staff covered in cloth to hide the shiny polished black of the wood and the purple, almost clear gemstone that was set in its head. She had entered wearing a dark cloak, which was also purple but almost black as it was so dark a tone. under the cloak, she wore richly tailored but simple clothes, a deep purple shirt and black leather trousers with well made but well loved black boots. She had a large satchel to one side and a harp attached to the other, partly for balance. She took a seat so she wasn't sat next to anyone else and took the hood down. Her features looked like they could have been elvish, but were also slightly wrong somehow, in an indiscernible way. She was tall for a human too, easily over six foot. Her hair was a bright flaming red, with the tips of it still inside her cloak's hood, but her eyes were blue like the western ocean, along her arms were mud brown freckles and her fiery red hair looked charmingly windswept, like she had been caught in a storm but it had fallen just right.
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jun 29, 2020 21:57:31 GMT
Justine heard her name being called, if in an unfamiliar voice, and felt her anxiety spike. Her fingers tightened on Ceutinde’s arm for a moment. She turned and it took her eyes a moment to register the man waving at her across the room. “Oh...I’ll leave the two of you to Discuss...” she looked between the two of them wondering what they had in common other than their language. “Whatever you need to discuss.” With a squeeze of Ceutinde’s hand, she promised to come back, and then with a nod to the huntsman, went to greet someone she hadn’t seen in years. She approached with a small smile. “Hello, I’m surprised to see you here. I didn’t think a letter and a sack of gold would be enough to bring you this far.” She nodded to his female companion, who she had only seen in passing at the Bastards Walk. “Demetri is running a bit late, but we’re still traveling together, more or less.” Konrad nodded and smiled back gently, "I'm glad to see you are well. We heard about your... recent escape..ades when news reached us at Wolfhaven. And I was pleased to hear of it. My father always said that what happened to your family was a real travesty." He turned and extended his hand towards the bard, "may I please introduce you to Miss Silvia Razier, the renowned songstress. Silvia this is Justine..." He paused, not knowing if the young woman still claimed her family name. |
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