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Post by EloHim on Apr 15, 2020 10:01:17 GMT -8
[Volundr]
After dropping off the gold to Sal, taking her word that she'll give it to Tobin and Hickory, he carries the rest of his reward - three whole scales of the Serpent and another 1000 gold back home. He feels like a dragon right now, carrying gold back to his cave. The coin chinked pleasantly in his backpack while weighty bone plates were occupying his hands. Everything was perfect...who knew that even in a place such as Hamlet going home after a job well done was possible, let alone pleasant?
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Post by rosallora on Apr 15, 2020 10:20:30 GMT -8
Toustain is walking down the street in her usual fare, doing her usual rounds. Errands had to be done, and she was the one to do them. She holds in her basket some bundles of herbs - parsley, rosemary, thyme, lemongrass. And on her way through and out of the town square, she spies a familiar face. Or rather, a familiar shape of a man with a very enthusiastic, familiar gait.
"Volundr?" She jogs up to see him, and sees that he's carrying... something quite strange in his hands. "I haven't seen you- phew!" she takes a step back, fanning her nose. "Oh Goddess - excuse me. You smell... uhm..." she covers her nose completely. "...Yes."
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Post by EloHim on Apr 15, 2020 10:55:28 GMT -8
[Volundr]
"Tost!...Huh? Smell? Yeah, need to have a wash later. Drop a couple of buckets on me head. Giant dead sea-wurms don't smell good at all... Yer lucky we didn't bring the thing here, else the whole Hamlet would've smelled like dead fish for days." - he says, walking along, unable to even wave. He barely noticed the smell really. Neither did Sal or anyone else in the tavern before that. So... he guessed some noses are more sensitive than others.
He was happy to see her alive, considering how out of touch they have been recently.
"So, how have you been? Getting by alright?"
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Post by rosallora on Apr 15, 2020 13:45:55 GMT -8
She alters her walking path so she can go alongside him for a moment, eyeing the strange things he was carrying in his arms. "Sea wurm?" She blinks her surprise. "That's quite the feat - are those... they're scales?" She reaches out to touch one, nudging it with a finger. 'Wow. I- I've been fine," she says, remembering that she'd been asked a question. "I've just been getting along in the usual way. You know how it is." She hefts the basket resting against her slight hip. "I have herb satchels to take to some of the houses along Brower Street. Just something nice, you know. Help out." She takes a sprig of thyme from a satchel and leans up, putting it behind his ear. "If you're going to smell like fish, you might as well be seasoned!"
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Post by EloHim on Apr 16, 2020 8:12:16 GMT -8
"Yep. Part of the reward. Gonna split them to make some armor. Dunna ken what the heck the richman gonna do with the rest of those...considering there were too many to count, and I'm not even talking about bones. The bastard was huge."- he chats, carrying his haul. Boasting about his kill was part of the fun for him, for what is the point of a successful hunt if you cannot share the story and the spoils?
"Oi, don't you turn me into more food for the locals. I aint tasty, no matter how much salt and pepper you pour onto me."- he chuckles, smiling at Toustain's antics.
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Post by rosallora on Apr 16, 2020 8:33:27 GMT -8
"Whoa," she says, listening. A huge sea wurm... and Volundr had helped to fell it. "Hopefully nothing like that comes too close to shore," she says, angling her gaze towards dockside. "Here - I'll help you." She takes one of the scales and is surprised to find it isn't as heavy as she thought it'd be. She examines it, immediately fascinated, shifting the plate to see the shimmering colors on display. Not that she'd steal it, but she can't help herself as she keeps stride with Volundr, taking larger steps in order to keep up. She smiles at her own joke, however. "You're probably too gristly," she says. "All gamey and the like. Like a hare who hasn't eaten in a while."
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Post by EloHim on Apr 16, 2020 10:02:11 GMT -8
[Volundr]
"Tis unlikely for any more such creatures to venture from the frozen sea-bed of their father. But should that happen... They know who to call."- he shrugs. He doesn't comment on her actions...he knows she means well. Buuut...in an unlikely case, if she tries to steal...well, he knows where she lives. One good spook is all it takes.
"Yeah? And what of you then? What kind of morsel could you be? Skin, bones and not an ounce of meat on ya. Good for making soup but that's about it."- he tries to counter her joke-jabs with his own, as he walks.
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Post by rosallora on Apr 16, 2020 10:09:31 GMT -8
"Well it's a good thing I'm not for eating," she says, trying to sound unaffected. She grins though, knowing it's a bit true. He may be full of gristle, but she doesn't offer much at all. "Maybe it'll keep all the monsters from trying to get me," she laughs, but it turns nervous halfway through, like she isn't able to fully commit to the joke. The vestal clears her throat, turning her attention more to the scale. She smooths her hand over it, feeling the surface. "I've not seen anything like it before. What are you going to do with it?"
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Post by speakeroftruths on Apr 16, 2020 13:43:30 GMT -8
[Elorit] He shambles along the streets, pale as death, his movement scuffed a little. It gets harder and harder to appear normal...He needs blood. But where to get blood if he doesnt have any gold to even pay a bucher for a cup... "Patience, patience...soon...soon. Just need to hold out till the next change in decorations... I cannot rely on Ben or Lekalis...they have their own troubless to deal with...fucking Gunsche, damn you and your Suok to oblivion..."- he mumbles as he walks. His head and body was covered with rags that sometime ago were a good blanket... But he could not allow himself anything better. Most of his posessions were taken by Hook to pay off the damages to the Tavern's basement. And now he had nothing but clothes on his person. And a dagger. He made sure to visit Smithy for that. A rusty thing but still better than nothing. Though it be a blow to the pride, Lucius has to admit to himself: He is lost. A Hamlet the size of a simple city block compared to Roma, and he is walking in circles. Finally, he emerges from an alleyway and turns left, to see a peasant-looking fellow walking down the way muttering to himself. Eh. Good enough."Ho there," he calls, "I seem to have gotten turned around. Could you point me to the town square? I'm hoping to get lodging for the night." It is immediately obvious from Elorit's position that had he turned right instead of left, he would be staring at the ancestor's statue instead of asking stupid questions. |
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Post by EloHim on Apr 16, 2020 13:50:52 GMT -8
[Volundr]
"I'll see how hardy it is first. It might be as light as it is but untill i hit it with a hammer once or twice i have no way of knowing.T hen - we'll see. I honestly dont know, but thats the whole fun of it." -he answers. He doesnt really know what he'll do with it. A shield? A chestplate? Pauldron? The possibilites were not endless but there were enough to get him thinking.
"Well, thats my stop. Gimme that back."- he says as he walks up to the Smithy. As he gets the last scale back on his hands, he turns towards the door. "-Run along now, and stay safe out there. Light's light upon yer walkin and all that. Im in for a good chat with my employer. And if im correct in my assumptions..."- he kicks the door into the smithy, and sees a familiar sight.-"HAROLD! HONEY, IM BLOODY HOME! GET YER BUM OF THE COUNTER OR IMMA TELL YOUR WIFE ABOUT YOU WHORING YERSELF FOR MONEY SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN A BROTHEL, YOU CHEAP SLUT!"
"Not if I tell her you were buying, you manslaying heathen!"-the man's voice answers from the inside. Viking laughs as he goes in, ready to get back to work.
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Post by rosallora on Apr 16, 2020 13:53:50 GMT -8
Scale snatched, she goes back to her basket. Ah. Some things do not change. One of those things was the heretical, sinful utterances that men loved to throw to one another. With a click of her tongue, she turns, but the fact he blessed her steps stays with her, and gives her a bit of a smile as she continues on with her daily work.
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Post by EloHim on Apr 16, 2020 14:29:29 GMT -8
[Elohim]
He stops his shambling, his head making a sharp turn towards the one who for some reason decided to talk to him.
"Newcomer, eh?"- he appraises him with his healthy eye. His voice is hoarse, as if a man spent the night howling at the moon. - "No one else seems to get lost in here. Welcome to the Hamlet."
He points at the statue of the blasted Ancestor.
"There. The Tavern is the noisy place on the left of it. Listen for the ruckus, you wont miss it even if you're blind. Rooms, food...and a brothel nearby, for some interested in that kind of entertainment. Best service for those soon to hit the early grave."- a grim advertisment, all things considered. But there was not an ounce of lie in it.
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Post by speakeroftruths on Apr 16, 2020 14:44:58 GMT -8
Lucius spins around to follow the finger, already mentally kicking himself. Then, inspiration strikes, and he turns back with a grin.
"That easy to spot newcomers, eh? Get a lot of them? I've a sparse handful of coin left, why don't you let me buy you a pint and let me pick your brain on how to avoid feeding worms. Ominous greeting aside, it's nice that there are friendly faces to be found so far from actual civilization."
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Post by EloHim on Apr 16, 2020 15:03:31 GMT -8
[Elohim]
He wasn't looking forward to educating a newcomer...and at the same time he was hungry. So he decided that he might as well throw a stone that might kill one of the two rabbits.
"Leave your gold to yourself, you'll be needing it more. A gulp of blood and you can pick my brain for days."
That offer was as far from civilised as possible... but whoever the newcomer was, he would have to get used to it.
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Post by speakeroftruths on Apr 16, 2020 15:43:03 GMT -8
Lucius' grin fades, and he blinks. Then again.
"Uh. What?"
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