|
|
Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jun 28, 2020 4:13:47 GMT
Blonde and powerfully built, the human sorcerer was covered in runic tattoos and skins from creatures not native to Innuria or perhaps even this world. He carried the weapons of his trade, a carved bow of fine yew and an axe that hung from his belt, along with various items of mystical and practical use. Beyond his arcane training though, his most obvious trade was as a hunter. Having come up to Innuria, Herneiros had already traded most of his exotic goods for mundane coin. To these people, the bones of a demon were a fantastical trophy. To the Wild Huntsman, they were only so much extra weight.
He approached the bar and handed him several coins.
"Cider or mead. Whichever I can afford more of."
|
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 28, 2020 6:10:25 GMT
“Pear cider it is, but the card sharp is buying,” the bartender said. “You an actor?” He asked.
As the drink was poured, Roger frowned as he lost another roll but Timm managed a win. The woman seemed amused as the exiled noble talked. “And how does one learn to throw dice so that they land as you wish rather than following the whims of chance?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Ceutinde on Jun 28, 2020 12:21:16 GMT
Justine leaned against the wall and flipped through the huge tome she’d received. The inscription read “ Adventure is out there! Sincerely, Sir Nigel Thornheart” and there was a postscript reading “PS: If you want to reenact the illustrations on pages 44 or 172, you know where to find me. Huzzah!” She flipped to those illustrations and quickly closed it. Those would be perused at a later date. In private. Probably alone. “He’s a very confusing person. I’m not sure whether to fawn over him or punch him in the face. I think I know which side you err on.” She waited for her new acquaintance to emerge. “Isn’t he meant to be nearly sixty now? He didn’t look a day older than the illustrations from thirty years ago.” "I never really considered it," Ceutinde replied through the door, "Different perspectives on aging, I suppose. You're right, though, either he's got some elven blood or he's had some work done, and I don't think he's one of ours." She left the stall, unsurprised that it didn't feature one of the new flushing apparatuses, and went to wash her hands. "Normally I can stand the man, but then normally he's paying into a good cause to spend time with my employees." |
|
|
|
Post by Damien Chevalier on Jun 28, 2020 14:39:17 GMT
“Pear cider it is, but the card sharp is buying,” the bartender said. “You an actor?” He asked. As the drink was poured, Roger frowned as he lost another roll but Timm managed a win. The woman seemed amused as the exiled noble talked. “And how does one learn to throw dice so that they land as you wish rather than following the whims of chance?” "Well it is really quite simple." Damien replied and studied her closely as he spoke, "First you have to be born with hands gifted by Lady Luck herself. The kind of hands that are so sensitive they can feel a trigger through a six inch slab of stone flooring. The kind of hands so nimble they can snatch a dart flying through the air. The kind of hands so precise they can tumble a the emperor's vault door in under a minute." He held up his hand and showed off his calloused, dexterous hands. "The next stop is stranger. You need to teach yourself how to read dice cupped in your hand. You need to be push the dice against the palm of your hand and in an instant know which side is which for each dice." Damien scooped up the dice and shook them slowly in his hand with a crooked smile. "It helps to develop a shake that sounds like the dice are loose and bouncing about when they are in fact being held securely." "Then the final step is to spend hours every day practicing tossing dice. Learning exactly what kind of arc is needed to make a single bounce. How having multiple dice in your hand affects the tosses. Oddly it is not hard to toss dice to get the roll you need. The hard part is making that kind of deliberate throw look natural." Damien shook the dice and made a move as to throw them but didn't. "That is why with friends I always use a dice cup. That way my friends can know I am being honest." With that he dropped the dice into the bone cup. Gave it one hard shake, and spilled it to the ground in one quick move. He smiled warmly at Reyna, "Does that help?" |
|
|
|
Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 28, 2020 14:47:46 GMT
She raised an eyebrow. “I guess magic can do just about anything now.”
“If you run a place in Bastion, what brings you out here? Needed a break from the city?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Ceutinde on Jun 28, 2020 15:23:48 GMT
"A little bit of that, plus some business to take care of. Donation offer from a local, perhaps enough to open a new branch down here. And a little sailing up and down the coast seemed like a pleasant way to spend a few days." She dried her hands and started fussing with her hair in the mirror. "If you and your partner are headed north, I might be able to offer a ride."
|
|
|
|
Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 28, 2020 16:07:39 GMT
"A little bit of that, plus some business to take care of. Donation offer from a local, perhaps enough to open a new branch down here. And a little sailing up and down the coast seemed like a pleasant way to spend a few days." She dried her hands and started fussing with her hair in the mirror. "If you and your partner are headed north, I might be able to offer a ride." “Thank you,” Justine replied, keeping her back to the mirror. She didn’t seem concerned with her appearance and ignored the glass altogether. “I think we were offered a job here. Or something like that. I doubt it’ll be long term, so perhaps. It truly is kind of you, as we’ve just met. What if I were a murderer?” She laughed. “Or maybe you’re the murderer.” |
|
|
|
Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jun 28, 2020 17:06:20 GMT
The hunter's look suggested he had received this question far too many times already. These were perfectly comfortable and practical clothes.
"No... I am not." He sipped his drink before looking around the building before setting his gaze on the collection of card players. "But I have been known to do magic tricks..."
He scanned the room for his apparent patron.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tehol Nookington on Jun 28, 2020 17:14:01 GMT
She turned from the creature to look at the wild-looking man. They made an interesting duo. She doffed her feathered hat and gave an exaggerated bow. "Silvia Raizer, bard and adventurer. I'm best known as the Skylark of Bastion." She said the latter with absolute conviction that he would recognise the nickname. Tehol mouths the name over as if digesting them. "Can't say, I've heard of ya, Pleasure to make your acquaintance though. So whats a Skylark do?" |
|
|
|
Post by Silvia Raizer on Jun 28, 2020 17:42:30 GMT
Tehol mouths the name over as if digesting them. "Can't say, I've heard of ya, Pleasure to make your acquaintance though. So whats a Skylark do?" She laughed. "It's a type of bird. The name is an allusion to my voice. Like I said, I'm a bard." She looked back at K'rull. "What species is K'rull? I have never seen such a creature before. Will he let me pet him?" |
|
|
|
Post by Tehol Nookington on Jun 28, 2020 17:56:25 GMT
"According to this old coot over here." He says with a gesture towards Dr Steller, "K'rull here is a Yordlelus Gnarriensis. Does that make a Yordelus? or a Gnarriens, those fancy names mean little to me."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ceutinde on Jun 28, 2020 17:58:12 GMT
“Thank you,” Justine replied, keeping her back to the mirror. She didn’t seem concerned with her appearance and ignored the glass altogether. “I think we were offered a job here. Or something like that. I doubt it’ll be long term, so perhaps. It truly is kind of you, as we’ve just met. What if I were a murderer?” She laughed. “Or maybe you’re the murderer.” "I'd at least have a few burly sailors to protect me from a murderous passenger. Though I suppose for propriety's sake you'd just have to share my cabin." She leaned in to whisper in Justine's ear. "And then we'd be completely at each other's mercy. Unless we wanted the burly sailors to join us." |
|
|
|
Post by Silvia Raizer on Jun 28, 2020 18:12:19 GMT
"According to this old coot over here." He says with a gesture towards Dr Steller, "K'rull here is a Yordlelus Gnarriensis. Does that make a Yordelus? or a Gnarriens, those fancy names mean little to me." "Yes, it sounds like another language to me," she said. She crouched and held out her hand to K'rull, as she would hold out her hand to a cat or a dog. |
|
|
|
Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 28, 2020 19:38:47 GMT
Justine smirked and flicked her eyes toward the elf. “You’d like to be at my mercy, hmm? A long journey, just you and me? A wall of burly sailors as an audience? Look but don’t touch?”
She turned her head so they stood face to face. “We will just have to see about that.” And then she booped her nose and laughed. “Im not sure we’ll be on the same schedule.”
|
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 28, 2020 20:04:46 GMT
“Pear cider it is, but the card sharp is buying,” the bartender said. “You an actor?” He asked. As the drink was poured, Roger frowned as he lost another roll but Timm managed a win. The woman seemed amused as the exiled noble talked. “And how does one learn to throw dice so that they land as you wish rather than following the whims of chance?” "Well it is really quite simple." Damien replied and studied her closely as he spoke, "First you have to be born with hands gifted by Lady Luck herself. The kind of hands that are so sensitive they can feel a trigger through a six inch slab of stone flooring. The kind of hands so nimble they can snatch a dart flying through the air. The kind of hands so precise they can tumble a the emperor's vault door in under a minute." He held up his hand and showed off his calloused, dexterous hands. "The next stop is stranger. You need to teach yourself how to read dice cupped in your hand. You need to be push the dice against the palm of your hand and in an instant know which side is which for each dice." Damien scooped up the dice and shook them slowly in his hand with a crooked smile. "It helps to develop a shake that sounds like the dice are loose and bouncing about when they are in fact being held securely." "Then the final step is to spend hours every day practicing tossing dice. Learning exactly what kind of arc is needed to make a single bounce. How having multiple dice in your hand affects the tosses. Oddly it is not hard to toss dice to get the roll you need. The hard part is making that kind of deliberate throw look natural." Damien shook the dice and made a move as to throw them but didn't. "That is why with friends I always use a dice cup. That way my friends can know I am being honest." With that he dropped the dice into the bone cup. Gave it one hard shake, and spilled it to the ground in one quick move. He smiled warmly at Reyna, "Does that help?" The colonist seems amused as he talked and nodded. “Finally, an interesting man on the continent. I’m surprised you’re not attending the more trafficked tables at the Southern Seas...or have they banned you?” She laughed. A man walks up behind her and whispers into her ear. She frowned momentarily then nodded her head and rose. “I fear I must be off, duty calls,” she said. “I do so hope to get another lesson from you soon Count Thief.” |
|
