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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 23, 2018 15:25:38 GMT -8
"'Course I know!"
Jesting, it was a sugary way to begin, but Tilly supposed that she could bear the bad news, of the blood-curse and all, later that day.
For now, it seemed to Tilly do be much more favorable to enjoy the semblance of normalcy: all they had to worry about was managing the wedding and building up that house-- no small feats on their own, but significantly more mundane.
With a small touch of bewilderment, Tilly hesitated outside the homestead and looked to Lekalis,
"Is this normal for peasants...?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 23, 2018 15:35:54 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He swallowed hard, squinting at the idling villagers from a distance; not blind to the eerie nature of two persons simply watching the folk from a distance, he still found it difficult to force one step infront of the next,
"... Naturally. They're just happy folk in a gloomy town." He mused, taking in a breath, he steeled himself for whatever may come.
He chuckled and rose a brow, looking to Tilly as he slipped his arm free and smoothed out his rather salt-stiff shirt,
"Let's hope we've not become antipathic to happy folk..." He rolled his shoulders one last time and strode on, raising his hand, waving it about to beckon some attention from the party.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 23, 2018 16:01:44 GMT -8
Like stirring a hornet's nest, Lekalis's wave was without impunity.
With a rallying cry of 'Engländer!' a wild pack of barefoot children dropped what they were doing and raced to greet the pair, braking at a sudden, miraculous stop in front of them and coming still, save for the bouncing of the younger ones towards the back who struggled to look over the shoulder of the taller children.
Tilly shared an anxious glance with Lekalis as she pulled the front of her coat closed and minded her pockets and satchel, lest she find a tiny hand searching through them.
There was a rabble of excited German among the throng that was cut through by the sharp cry of The Girl that Lekalis had met earlier. This time, though, she wore her hair tied back with a handkerchief and her dress was a simple rose-pink.
"Weg! Weg! Hau ab!" She shooed the children away, who reluctantly obeyed. "Mach 'ne Fliege!"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 23, 2018 17:47:03 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He couldn't help but share in the bubbling laughter of the children; happy too that his touch of hesitance was shared with the woman at his side. Still, he kept a brave face and brought his hand low, more to reaffirm where his personal space was now. He was happy to see the Girl from before still alive... it was worry he only had with the Hamlet, he realized.
"Hello!" He greeted loudly with a nod as he saw the children disperse some, he looked about inquisitively, though he'd already scanned the premises,
"I was hoping to hire some carpenters? Builders?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 23, 2018 18:00:35 GMT -8
The Girl was puzzled.
"Er... carp-ent-ers. What are these?"
With some relief that the Girl could indeed speak English, Tilly mimed the actions of a hammer, and then a saw. "It's somebody that builds up furniture and the like, 'specially from wood."
That was when the Girl's eyes widened with recognition. "Ah! Zimmerman! My uncle Jospeh is a carpenter. His friends are builders. But what do you wish to build?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 23, 2018 18:03:01 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"A big house." He stated simply, with some exaggeration as he looked up again, trying to keep track of all the various kidlings and womenfolk about for any manling wandering around the premises.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 23, 2018 18:13:24 GMT -8
It seemed that the menfolk were all occupied with other work during the daytime.
"Oh... a house. They like to build those." Nodded the Girl. "I will tell them-- or you will if you come back and visit! Oh! You and your friend might stay and have dinner with us, or? My Mutti has started smoking all the meat for Midsummer. You must have some some!"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 23, 2018 18:18:19 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
While the prospect of smoked meat did spur some salivation, the Ex-Lord knew full well that it wouldn't rightly be as simple as picking up some meat and headed home.
Respectfully, he cleared his throat and fidgeted with the corner of his cloak, pinching at the collar with some scrutiny,
"Ah, I'll send for someone to fetch some meat. I will be busy for most of today, so... send them to the ruins behind the Tavern; there's plenty of rubble to get stowed away, and plenty of coin in it for them if they do it swiftly." He assured the girl with a nod as he took a step back, raising a brow.
"Thank you, though, for the offer."
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Post by Kidney on Apr 23, 2018 18:24:09 GMT -8
Tod sighed, closing his eyes, walking closer towards the edge of the Square, staying away from the center. He made sure to survey his surroundings, checking every part of the measly place, dealing with whatever he saw by internally screaming and staying away. Thankfully, the creature from the attack had been moved.
He moved towards where it once stayed, standing on the stained cobbles, devoid of that horrific rotting smell. He stared at the cobbles with more scrutiny, looking at what appeared to be slight corrosion, among decaying bits, on the rocks.
"Ugh." He said, recoiling away, holding his arm close to his body with a grimace as if the limb were vestigial.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 23, 2018 18:57:38 GMT -8
The Girl shifted uncomfortably on her feet.
Oftentimes she found herself being put into the position of manager for her grasp of the language. She never liked it.
"Ah... they do not take jobs from people they do not know. And when we share dinner, we share together. You must meet them."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 23, 2018 19:01:56 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He couldn't help but feel a bit prudish in the moment; he enjoyed comradarie and the like, but he really was busy... But he doubly needed these workmen.
Closing his eyes for a moment he sighed and nodded,
"Alright then; I'll share dinner with Joseph." He agreed with a bit of forced jubilancy. He'd have to remember not to drink so much wine as he did last night.
Lekalis nodded again, awkwardly,
"Well... That does it right? I'll come by tonight and... share dinner." he nodded, looking to Tilly, telling it to her as much as the child now as he stuffed his thumbs into his beltline.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 24, 2018 6:51:07 GMT -8
The Girl broke into a wide smile and clapped her hands together.
"Ooh! Yes! I will tell them!"
She stepped away in anticipation, and then stopped,
"And I will bring the wine!"
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Post by Unter on Apr 24, 2018 12:58:33 GMT -8
The knight took his time flicking off dust and picking the faint bits of rust that had accumilated over the years from blood scarring the blade after many battles. It was a fine blade, paying homage to the crusades, though it also reminded him of war. Then again, he was fighting a war as of right now. In fact... he was losing the battle to keep his mind straight. Occasionally, the crusader flinched from a sharp pain in his head, a momentary squeal of a distant pigman called out from the recesses of his mind; fading, but not yet entirely removed. With a turn to the left, the Crusader eyed the pouch once more, staring long and hard, before he hissed and gave in. Pinching the pouch, he plopped it onto his lap, and dug into its contents, only to withdraw an odd smoking pipe along with some form of fuse that resembled a fuse used to light cannons, with an even smaller pouch of the actual opium. Bemused, Libourg set about poking at the pipe as if he were a primitive discovering fire for the first time, trying to figure out where the drug was suppose to go. Iver clenched his fists while he was walking away through the hamlet, alone. The fact that he was tinier than everyone else made it quite comical, like a child that was refused candy, but pure fury filled the midget. That bitch Nasuada ! He spat on the ground, as if the clean the filth the woman had instilled by slapping him. He didn't even know where to go. He didn't know anything about this place ! He just arrived, some shit happened and phew, he was off in a scary tunnel with a knight, a crazy woman, a bitch and a... what ? He didn't even remember the other's name. He arrived at the main place, a grand statue towering over everything and everyone. Iver didn't even bother to try and look at the face of the statue : Neck strain was really an issue when you were a dwarf. But the smell, and the sight of a familiar silhouette reassured him. Libourg was toying with a weird apparatus, sitting near the statue. What in the nine realms was he doing ? Iver approached slowly, remembering the bouts of anger that came from the knight in the Warrens. "Hoi Libourg, are you feeling better ? What are you doing with this stick, you're using the smoke to signal someone ?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 24, 2018 15:19:31 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He gave a relinquishing smile to the girl as he clapped his hands together and bowed forward,
"Thank you kindly! I'll come by just before sun-down..." He explained as he gave a friendly wave in parting as he made to step away and leave the Schwarz house.
Lekalis turned away and sighed immediately, pinching his brow before pulling his cloak closer about himself; he'd hoped to get work going on the house as soon as possible, yet he'd be waiting for yet more time... Though he supposed it would be enough for now.
He cast a glance to Tilly and nodded on, making to head back down the path they'd come,
"Let's get us some cutlery then." He decided, hoping it would be enough to distract him for a time...
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Post by relentless on Apr 26, 2018 12:45:22 GMT -8
Libourg had made some progress in his research on this opium pipe, mainly he figured out that the opium was placed in a small hole on the round metal pan atop of the pipe, and was burned whilst being smoked. At least he hoped it would work. At the rasp of small man, Libourg turned his head to him with a tired sigh, and half lid eyes.
"-Getting fucked off opium."
Libourg dryly said, before he chuckled and waggled the pipe.
"Strange device, never thought I'd be using an Easterners design, but I guess anythings possible in this damn place..."
He frowned, pipe being lowered to his lap, before he glanced at the dwarf. He waggled the pipe at him eventually, cracking a half smile at him.
"You wanna try? I've... never done this before, I can only hope it won't kill me before the pigmen do."
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