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Post by EloHim on Jun 22, 2020 12:47:09 GMT -8
[Volundr]
"First of all, keep them mits of yours as far away from me as possible from now on, please and thank you. Unless you want to get some of your teeth on the ground." - he shakes his hand off as if the man left something on it. The whole thing about him felt wrong. He was like old shamans of the north... like his mother. Only here it was more...twisted? Broken and wrong. Even the smell of him made his head hurt like something fierce. A foul feeling.
"Second of all, "we" don't have to do anything. I've just finished slaying a giant sea-serpent and I would like some rest. So kindly, go find yourself some other sod to prey on."- he turns away and goes. As far away from him as possible. Maybe to the tavern? Having a drink sounds like a good idea.
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Post by Kidney on Jun 22, 2020 21:45:12 GMT -8
The disappointment on Darrio's face was all to obvious as the man retracted his fingers and rubbed them mostly clean on the outside of his cloak. His eyes narrowed, "Ah. Shame." His words were intentionally simple and slightly accented, as if the man were quoting someone of importance, and held dangerously close to the line between disappointment and malice. "I assume so."
The man's steps carried him away from Darrio's watchful gaze, and Darrio's own feet took him no where, and he sat, still, slowly pulling forth a bejeweled and strangely authentic hand-fan, gently creating a soft breeze on his wettened face. He dared not cease, and with the gentle breeze cooling his head, and his mind unfettered with things like heat-related-discomfort, he thought on how to initiate his plan. Something had to be done, and right now, that thing was to wait...and find others. Someone would come along. Someone had to.
He continued along, towards the Tavern.
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Post by Kidney on Jun 23, 2020 17:51:02 GMT -8
Rhaan let out an agreed chuckle at Flamel's thought, "Cheese? That may just confound the enemy's nose. But cheese is an admirable thought." The awkward man looked towards the direction of where many an expedition went. "Perhaps I may be able to taste something just as pleasant after I do my share."
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Post by relentless on Jun 25, 2020 16:21:18 GMT -8
Gandry
The ex bandit continued to wipe the blood off their blade, dabbing the cloth to remove the dried mottles of it from his aged shortswords. He hacked a cough, then followed through with a sniffles.
"I don't drink."
He states soberly, sniffling again as one of the short swords would be held up partially, giving it a pass over before he brought it to his side, slotting it within the leather wrapped holster. He takes out the other sword, giving it a flick to the ground, he wets his cloth in the passing riverbank beside the small bridge, continuing to wipe his blade down further.
"You would know, if I was a bandit. Like I said. Watch your tongue."
Gandry coldly reminds as one side is wiped down, the cloth being held over the river banking,he clenched his fist over it, a drip of dark blood mixed with water would spill out, casting itself down the water banking. The hooded figure dips the cloth back into the water again, allowing it to soak, before passing it over the blade.
"Titles like that get people hung. Not good for business."
He adds on, a final sniffles following out.
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Post by rosallora on Jun 25, 2020 16:57:07 GMT -8
[Ezekiel]
"Ah.. aheh." The older man's cheery nature was eschewed, and well so. The man was some measure of insolent, but there wasn't much he could do - not his Batallion, not his soldiers. The foul-tempered thing would just likely go on being foul-tempered, and there wasn't anything to be done. "Well, then." Ezekiel straightens up, puffing his chest a moment. "Carry on."
He hopes the man has luck with what he guesses is a cold, but he feels like pointing that out would likely just make him irritated. The armored soldier heads further into the Hamlet proper. Though there was a distinct smell about it - blood, mostly, that marked the recent battlefield - it didn't look altogether uninviting. There were people, yes! People. And where there were people, there were many other things. Food. Shelter. Comfort. All things men needed. All he required now was the strength to grasp what he needed.
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Post by porkylabrador on Jun 25, 2020 22:16:30 GMT -8
In truth, her mood could not have been fouler. Kat schleped back into the Hamlet proper with muddied shoes and a bloodied nose. Most people would have wiped away the sanguine crust that had formed 'neath their nostrils but not her. No, she wore it as a grim reminder that if you were an idiot, you deserved a bloody nose.
It was all the young lass could do to smile overbearingly sweetly at the dull-faced hamlet-denizens that staggered about their dreary lives around her. Rounding a corner, Kat posted up on a barrel and caught herself for a moment as she gazed towards the ground and into a particularly murky looking puddle of unknown origin. Shifting her weight she plucked the cadaver of a particularly sad looking partridge from her shoulder and plopped it onto her lap, leaving it to sit upright like a babe unable to support the weight of its own head.
"You were hardly worth the bloody effort." With a snort that resonated deep in the back of her throat, Hawker spat a semi-solid into the murky puddle. Indeed, her mood could not have been fouler.
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Post by Kidney on Jun 26, 2020 22:25:32 GMT -8
Semyon adjusted himself, and walked so...so very slowly along the street. The pain had mostly subsided before he had arrived in the Hamlet proper, laden with gold and with stress. His mind was held heavily against the image of The Naga, and he could not force himself from it. He let out a grunt, and looked around, spying a man near to him, one that seemed reasonable enough.
"Need someone to drink with?" He asked, straightforward and dry. He rolled his shoulder, the musket on his back rattling against his pack. "I need a drink."
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Post by rosallora on Jun 27, 2020 11:41:14 GMT -8
[Ezekiel]
"You need more than a drink!" The soldier steps forward, looking at the squat man before him. Squat men had to stick together! This is not why he would help him, of course. But it certainly didn't hurt. "You more likely need a needle and thread, my good man!" He steps forward to more cushion the other than anything else. He may be a stranger, but there Ezekiel was Ezekiel! A friend to all men - a commander to all willing to be commanded. "A place to rest - somewhere to mop the blood! By all virtues of war, you have certainly seen a strange bandit that attacks with glass! Or were you just at the tavern - was there such a brawl already?"
He looks about - surely there was another to assist in the transport of such a weary soul! And he sees a dull coat, a young man sitting atop a barrel, looking downtrod. He needed a purpose! Yes. And this was such the thing. "Young man!" He calls in Kat's direction. "Would you assist me?"
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Post by porkylabrador on Jun 29, 2020 11:27:36 GMT -8
Kat couldn't help but cock a sharp eyebrow. A slight sneer crept to the upper corner of her lip, drawing the glint of a bronze crown from the maw of her faded ivories. With a subtle drumming of her digits against the wood of the barrel she perched upon the waif had forced herself to her feet, her fists balling up inside the labyrithine pockets of her coat. The sneer transformed itself into a forced half-smile, more gnashers than anything and with a damp shudder of her unkempt blonde hair, Kat appeared at the newcomer's side like a sulky pup.
"Assist you?" Hawker withdrew her hands and folded them into her armpits. "If it's ale you want, drown your sorrows in some pewter. If it's fleas, drown your pricks in the brothel." Tilting her head back, her mouth reared open like some great predatory beak and let out a girlish, shrill cackle. "How might I be of service?" She grinned at sweetly as her scratched face might allow, knowing full well that she might have already exhausted all the tonics for those in need of assistance that she was aware of.
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Post by Kidney on Jun 29, 2020 22:20:49 GMT -8
If the time of the day hadn't been directly after being showered and skewered by glass, Semyon would have laughed, but as for right now, his mouth was agape in some twisted form of awe, and frustration. "Yes. I need a lot of things." He paused, and thought. It took quite a lot of effort, and Semyon nearly lost the train of thought, but held to it, and answered. "I was in The Cove. I almost died." He finally said, nodding to himself as if to finally affirm that indeed he did almost die and indeed...he had seen a God.
He shifted from side to side, checking on himself, his winces and looks of pain were enough to show he was in a bit of trouble, and Kat's arrival was met with much the same of his unnamused and belabored expression. "I..." He began, but trailed off, wiping crust from the edge of his mustached mouth. "You...can first...make sure I don't die."
Semyon promptly began to sway back on forth, about to feint.
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Post by rosallora on Jun 30, 2020 12:32:07 GMT -8
[Ezekiel]
"Yes! Making sure he doesn't die. That'd be step number one, in my book. Aha!" He looks to the person who he realizes now to be... a woman. "My apologies miss for the misinterpretation! You were sitting about like some little alley mongrel and I just assumed - well! You are not a man. You are a beautiful woman, even if your words seem like they come off a lad's tongue. But in this case I will have to ask that you help, if you're so able."
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Post by porkylabrador on Jul 1, 2020 3:49:53 GMT -8
Kat clucked her tongue and kicked her heel on a scuffed cobble. "Beautiful is it?" The waif scanned over her shoulder as if looking for the compliment's true target. Apparently she was less comfortable accepting the compliment than being mistaken for a lad in the first place. With a snicker, Hawker strolled 'round the injured fellow's personage and afforded him a cursory analysis with her blue-ish oculi. "The Cove, eh?" Her ungroomed eyebrows furrowed inwards in some tranluscent and unreadable disdain and yet, it may have been the first time in this brief encounter one of her responses seemed truely genuine.
"Welp." Kat loudly clapped her hands together and cracked her fingers, the former sound itself caused a disgruntled woodpigeon to take flight from a sagging nearby tree. "They'll probably have to amputate." It was abundantly clear her knoweledge of medicine and treatments was non-existent, to the point she failed to even identify what might even need amputating. The incessant nodding of her head was hardly mind-easing either but it at least helped confirm to her that her diagnosis was sound. "If you can stand and walk, I'd personally suggest slogging grog, it'll go down smoother than whatever that place'd dose you with, yeah?" With a thumb she pointed over her shoulder in the direction of the Sanitarium. "How about me and and your polite friend here..." The thumb changed its trajectory towards Ezekiel. "...Take an arm each and park your arse on a stool. First rounds on you?" With mock-feminity she batted her lashes and grinned from ear to ear.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 1, 2020 21:30:54 GMT -8
Semyon understood well the beginnings of a good time. "Aye. Drinks. On me!" He said, raising two of his arms in the air in triumph over nothing in particular, steadying himself surprisingly under the promise of gold and food and drink. Perhaps a woman, one who didn't mind all the blood. Semyon could buy them all, and he finally laughed a little at Kat's joke, late, sure, but not too late.
The Tavern was a little ways off. Not too far. "Maybe...just a little help with the walk, eh?" He offered, looking a little meek, but overcrowding it with bravado that warmed his heart...but never as much as the smell of fresh pine.
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Post by rosallora on Jul 2, 2020 9:57:05 GMT -8
[Ezekiel] "So it is then!" Ezekiel hefted the majority of Semyon's weight to himself, but certainly allowed the girl her fair share as well. So fine was she then? He looks her over a bit more as they headed towards the tavern together, trying to pick out the parts that made her a woman. The nose? The jaw? The teeth? Or was it something that women simply had within them that was so easily spotted to his eye? Their spirit? Then again he had rather terribly bespotted her as a man, so perhaps he knew phooey about it! The person between them was certainly a man, though, he could tell as much. Yes! Some things were to take for granted. Ezekiel breaks from them for a moment as they get to the tavern door. "Hold him there miss-" he says, pulling the door open. And such a sight there was, people and drink and all at this early hour! "Seems they've been waitin' for us!" [Thread continued in the tavern  ] |
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Post by porkylabrador on Jul 5, 2020 23:28:34 GMT -8
Kat didn't even try to leverage any of the man's weight where she didn't have to but made a big show of "oofing and ahhing" as they shambled him towards the tavern's entrance. Visibly she went red in the face steadying the injured herald-of-potential-beverages on her own showing she was evidently not begot of Atlas.
As the door swung open the waif was greeted with the fondly familiar waft of stale liquor, body odour and damp wood. T'was enough to bring a tear to her eye. "Kat, like the the ratters." The lass wheezed through her teeth to answer Ezekiel, deciding to untactfully put her talons on Semyon's kidneys and give him a helpful shove through the door.
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