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Post by speakeroftruths on Aug 1, 2020 16:17:14 GMT -8
"Oh aye," she says with a slight drawl, "I'm not goin' anywheres soon." Saoirse can't help herself. She takes another drink from her cup and sniffs when something new comes into her senses. It was Hook - carrying that fish that Hlokk had talked about (bragged about?) and when it gets set onto the table, she doesn't waste time. She cuts through the bread and removes a shimmering, beautiful cut of it, laying it down onto her plate - which had been neglected until now. She thinks about commenting on the mint, but thinks less of it, picking a bit of the herb to the side and leaving it on the edge of the tin plate. When Joseph makes his toast, she nods to him, reaffirming her cup in the air with a slight shake. Nothing like drinking to dead friends, is there. Of course, it wasn't dead friends to them. Saoirse huffs a breath, then pops another carrot and tries to forget her woes. "Gonna be tuckin' in soon I'd bet... we'll all sleep like rocks tonight." [Borivoi] Borivoi clanks his mug against Joseph's, nodding and taking a deep draft. He sets it down and works his knife through the breaded fish, the smell alone enough to brighten his smile and fill his stomach. When he puts his fork in his mouth, however... "Oh. OH! Lay me down, paradise has found me." His eyes drift blissfully closed, savoring the flavor as he is. "If mercenary work tastes so fine, I think Saxons should have routed me sooner." Opening them once more, he proceeds to set himself up with some of the vegetables soaked in the juices of the meat and fish, mixing them up into a makeshift stew of delicious materials and ridiculous proportions. It is a good few bites before he speaks again, nodding along with Saoirse's comment. "Yes, I think so. Well earned. Sleep off the fight with full bellies, and bless further ventures. In truth, times are so lean before this, I do not recall my last meal this size." Unsure of the protocol or ritual, but too busy stuffing his face to ask, Borivoi likewise takes and sets the mint aside. |
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Post by Kidney on Aug 1, 2020 16:21:39 GMT -8
Semyon's face was still locked into a realm of deep seriousness. "No." He began, looking out to the same nonexistent horizon that Zeke so fruitfully gazed upon. "I am not done." He adjusted himself, and took another drink. "I 'kept the stone. We walked through a dark hallway, and found...A GIANT CRAB!" He yelled, arms high in the air, drink spilling down his arm. "And a GIANT GLASS ORB! FULL OF DEAD FISH! WITH WORMS!"
He seemed deranged, smile wide on his own form, before he took another drink from his glass. "Hehe!"
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Post by rosallora on Aug 2, 2020 10:02:23 GMT -8
[Ezekiel]
That earns a look from Hook down at the end of the bar. He was no stranger to ravings and ramblings, but there was a certain threshold for noise that the man would take from any one of his patrons. Semyon was close approaching that bar, it seemed, if the arch of the man's eyebrow was anything to go by.
Ezekiel notices, and pats Semyon. "A terrible thing to be sure. A giant crab. How large? Like a dinner plate?" He gestures with his own tankard, indicating the rough size.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Aug 2, 2020 16:52:56 GMT -8
“Smiling is the best thing you can do in this town, those you see grumpy or sad simply can’t go on expeditions or leave safely. But me? After that nap I have a hankering for some adventure, should go to the bounty board and check out anything exciting or different.” Ellie said happily shaking Cyrus’s hand gently before letting go, her hands probably the smoothest part of her, since it’s not laced with scars. She was wondering though why it was so hard to make friends before in this town when this was nothing like a miracle she thought she needed. Taking another drink and chugging the last of it down, at least half was still there before she did it, she set the empty bottle aside and got up from her chair.
“I’d love to talk to you longer, but I’m sure we both have places to be. Given my luck I won’t be back for a couple days depending how long the missions I want are. If you ever want to talk again just shout my name in the town square. I should hear it all well, even with my injury, and if I don’t show assume I’m in the Tavern or the Abbey. Don’t really like any other place than the outskirts of town so that should be all good. Hope your stay here keeps going well Cyrus, good luck.” She grinned as she left, heading to the exit of the Tavern so she could head to the bounty board.
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Post by ricarditoreyes on Aug 5, 2020 2:38:16 GMT -8
"Oh aye," she says with a slight drawl, "I'm not goin' anywheres soon." Saoirse can't help herself. She takes another drink from her cup and sniffs when something new comes into her senses. It was Hook - carrying that fish that Hlokk had talked about (bragged about?) and when it gets set onto the table, she doesn't waste time. She cuts through the bread and removes a shimmering, beautiful cut of it, laying it down onto her plate - which had been neglected until now. She thinks about commenting on the mint, but thinks less of it, picking a bit of the herb to the side and leaving it on the edge of the tin plate. When Joseph makes his toast, she nods to him, reaffirming her cup in the air with a slight shake. Nothing like drinking to dead friends, is there. Of course, it wasn't dead friends to them. Saoirse huffs a breath, then pops another carrot and tries to forget her woes. "Gonna be tuckin' in soon I'd bet... we'll all sleep like rocks tonight." [Borivoi] Borivoi clanks his mug against Joseph's, nodding and taking a deep draft. He sets it down and works his knife through the breaded fish, the smell alone enough to brighten his smile and fill his stomach. When he puts his fork in his mouth, however... "Oh. OH! Lay me down, paradise has found me." His eyes drift blissfully closed, savoring the flavor as he is. "If mercenary work tastes so fine, I think Saxons should have routed me sooner." Opening them once more, he proceeds to set himself up with some of the vegetables soaked in the juices of the meat and fish, mixing them up into a makeshift stew of delicious materials and ridiculous proportions. It is a good few bites before he speaks again, nodding along with Saoirse's comment. "Yes, I think so. Well earned. Sleep off the fight with full bellies, and bless further ventures. In truth, times are so lean before this, I do not recall my last meal this size." Unsure of the protocol or ritual, but too busy stuffing his face to ask, Borivoi likewise takes and sets the mint aside. [Joseph] Borivoi was right about several things. The first, obviously, being the exquisite quality of this foreign dish placed in front of Joseph. It almost felt too good for a common drunk like him to set something so fine on his taste buds. The second being how unexpected such fine delicacies were in the business. He had not been a mercenary for long, but even the seasoned veterans never spoke of treasures so rare and great as what was in front of him at the moment. Regardless, the smell alone snuffed out all hesitation, and after everyone else got their share he took a chunk for himself. Sadly for him, he did not enjoy this meal as much as the others might have. His wounds were mounting, and no amount of ale could stamp out the sharp pains running down his arms and back. He'd taken fair amounts of punishment in the past, but this short venture had left him in quite a bad position. "Lads, it's been a pleasure..." he says, suddenly picking up his head from the food in front of him, "But I should get meself checked out at the old doctor's place. They got me pretty damn good back there". His brow is noticably furrowed, likely due to the mounting pain. "'Much as it pains me to say, I should be on my way. Get some rest, yeah? We all need it." As he says this, he takes a final swig, finishing his pint completely. He nods towards those who remain, and makes his way towards the exit. |
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Post by rosallora on Aug 5, 2020 17:26:26 GMT -8
[Saoirse]
"Ah, there he goes then..." She keeps her expression level as the lad makes his way out. He had gotten white scuffed up, between the dogs and the plasms and the men. "You mend well up!" She calls after, settling back into her seat.
Meanwhile Borivoi looked as if he was about to keel over from pleasure itself. She chuckles, looking to him and the discarded mint. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you'd swallowed a sprig whole there, friend." Friend has a strange taste on her tongue, or maybe that's the fish. She has another forkful, again forgoing the plate and eating straight from the platter. Manners be damned, what use does she have for them? She snorts softly, finishing off the cup of warm mead that she'd had waiting for her expectantly in her off hand. Tipsy, a bit, perhaps, though alcohol was loaded down with potatoes and meat. She doesn't know how they were supposed to finish all this.
She pats her own stomach, feeling strained. "Could use a bit of brisk air, I think, before I settle down and pass out for a century or two." She smiles. "Never felt so..." she just smiles. She doesn't know how the expression fits on her face. Probably the mead. "Ah... prob'ly nothing." She stands. There's a bit of wobble to the way she does it, but she doesn't fall, or come close enough to. "When you're done, make sure to pass it around, would'ja Borivoi?" She leans over and pats the man's shoulder. "Pass the lot around."
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Post by speakeroftruths on Aug 6, 2020 14:29:09 GMT -8
[Borivoi]
"Hhhhh." Profound, for a statement around a mouthful. He swallows, grinning widely. "Good sleep, Joseph! Bleed less, yes?"
As the other man leaves, he is left momentarily with Saoirse and her commentary, commentary that is met with a lazy grin and leaning further back in his seat.
"Pleasures of flesh are pleasures, no matter of what sort. I do not apologize for enjoying, nor should you."
Indeed, politeness is a forgotten concept, even as he begins to slow himself. Despite his cheer, he took a few cuts himself in the last mess and could use some rest now that his healing is appropriately fueled. He nods at her request, toasting with his own almost-drained mug as she takes her leave before taking stock of the remaining food. The order was frankly ridiculous for the four of them, even before Hlokk left early. So, he stands, slamming his mug on the table as he does so for attention.
"Tonight! We beat bandits who attacked us back!" He announces, catching the eyes of several of the townsfolk. "Join in our feast! Eat! Drink! Laugh hearty and strong!"
As a cheer goes up, he steps back with his drink, allowing others access to the table and its bounty.
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Post by rosallora on Aug 6, 2020 14:42:53 GMT -8
[Saoirse]
She laughs lightly, watching the man with his bounty. And as she exits, pushing out into the colder air of the night, she feels herself. Strange. She closes the door with a slight bang, the sound unheeded by the folks inside. It was too merry by far to be noticed - they were all now to be occupied by the vestiges of their feast.
She rubs her stomach. When was the last time she'd been this full?
Saoirse takes a few steps forward, and raises her eyebrows at the bit of discoordination in her footsteps.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 6, 2020 19:42:06 GMT -8
Dane settled at the bar, and began to survey. His rage was at a tolerable level now, and his eyes became beams of bright red light, lasers that flitted over the vitals of tens of patrons of various types. Whores, vagabonds, a smoking figure by the gambling tables, gem-eyed miscreants. He pressed on his nose, taking a deep breath through it. A drink, chowder, any of it would be sanctuary from the paranoia, but the thrill of the hunt pulled him towards one figure he could hear, and he could see.
Her form was rougher than the rest, and as time passed, Dane's observations of her and her surroundings yielded him a dark Truth. She began to leave, after a call to bandit-kind being heartily destroyed. Why? Dane's mind began to slip from rational thought, and in that time, he honed on her, rivers of blood flooding over the others, hands from the river Styx pulling at her. A momentary quarry.
He left his seat and in one, two, three strides, he followed her like a tiger through dark-green foliage.
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Post by porkylabrador on Aug 11, 2020 5:17:01 GMT -8
- Kat
Kat visibly distanced her stool an inch further from Semyon's raving. A question was quickly being raised within the confines of her mind. Was the free beverage worth this company? Undecided. Hawker stuffed her mitt into the many folds of her coat and rested her knicked digits on the familiar weight of her cleaver. It was subtle but provided the comfort that a younger, wealthier version of herself might have found in dolls.
A thin, wet line of drool escaped the gap in her front teeth and she bit her lower lip and stifled a laugh. "Should've stuck it and thrown it in a pot." The waif shrugged casually and took another sip from her drink. "The crab I mean... wouldn't do well to put an oversized marble in a stew."
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Post by Kidney on Aug 11, 2020 22:01:36 GMT -8
Semyon paled at the two's misunderstanding. "No! This crab..." He began, growing a bit grave, lending himself to the yarn he was spinning. "Was ginormous! Huge! It cut and clawed me and my partner! Our only escape...a tunnel! A dark...dank tunnel. Within...I had no idea." He was transferred to the moment, transfixed on the angles that viewed his own misery and the misery of Aurora and Eved.
Semyon was smiling through it all! His dear story was coming to full fruition! "I crawl through the tunnel, and land on other side, and on other side...something...godly."
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Post by rosallora on Aug 16, 2020 16:12:17 GMT -8
[Ezekiel]
"Godly..." the man at arms rumbles, thinking through what he could mean. "Treasures, perhaps? An idol left behind by men long dead?" He too thinks about putting the crab in a pot. A pot as big as the ocean itself!
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Post by dewdrop on Aug 18, 2020 14:53:23 GMT -8
At that, Cyrus managed a smile. She leaned back against the bar as Ellie made her way towards the door. "Go safely, and best wishes on your next expedition," Cyrus called after her. After a troubling first encounter with Aurora outside of the stagecoach, Ellie had been a breath of fresh air. Perhaps Cyrus would take her up on her offer of another talk. What shame would there be in bellowing out her name in the center of town? Cyrus doubted it would be the strangest thing the locals of the hamlet would have ever seen or heard.
Cyrus didn't linger long down in the bar on her own. Aurora was still waiting on a stiff drink upstairs. Briefly, Cyrus had forgotten why she'd come down to the bar in the first place. Taking the booze from the bar top, Cyrus jogged her way towards the staircase, and she made her way to the second level.
She shouldered the door open with a soft grunt. "Managed to find you something strong downstairs," Cyrus said, chuckling. "It's no fine wine, but I think in present circumstances, it'll do. It's what I could afford." Gingerly, she set the bottle down on the rickety nightstand standing beside the bed. Cyrus made a point to avoid looking at the basin full of blood and detritus fished from Aurora's wounds.
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Post by porkylabrador on Aug 19, 2020 23:59:53 GMT -8
"Can't say I'm much interested in the affairs of higher powers..." Kat's involvement in the conversation now trod a path as thin as a blade's edge. Monsters? Gargantuan Crabs? Orbs and now 'something godly.' The dialogue was veering headlong in the direction of maddened ramblings. In truth Hawker was beginning to doubt that this fellow was any better than the lonely souls that stalked the countryside whose minds dressed men as monsters, crones as witches and flora as some creeping thing in the night.
"'tis quite the compelling story." The waif's index digit traced a line through her flaxen hair, snagging on some complex knot made through neglect. With a small wince, she ripped the trespasser from its roots and allowed her strands of straw to sink into some hole between floorboards. "Story..." The word was stressed again, albeit under her breath.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2020 22:16:30 GMT -8
Semyon's face was once again a sneering smirk, his blushing expression a seeming splice between barely-contained excitement and a bit of disappointment at Kat's disapproval. He let out a little breath, "We found a long snakey woman. Covered in scales and feathers...face pale...like a doll." He was suddenly grave, looking to the two of them. "She wanted...everything from us. Or, the Gem." He seemed tense, a spring waiting to be let loose. "We gave the gem, and she...just...dissapeared."
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