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  1. Name: Tsarra Tallis
    Age: 22
    Occupation: Ranger (Military)
    Alignment: True Neutral
    Nationality: Terran
    Birthplace: Blairville

    • Mother - Alari Tallis
    • Father Cael Tallis (deceased)
    • Brother - Rowan Tallis 

    Height: 5'8"
    Build: Lithe; mostly lean muscle; especially muscular in arms
    Hair: Dirty blonde, long, worn braided or tied back
    Eye Color: Green
    Skin: White, tanned. Scattered freckles on face and shoulders

    • Hearthwood bow
    • Quiver: Broadheads and Ercaniron arrows (military issue)
    • Hunting knife, minor enchantments of sharpness and durability
    • Several throwing knives

    Armor: Leather armor, minor enchantments of durability and water resistance
    Magic: Minimal training in enchantments. Can do small enchantments such as minor gear-improving ones (durability, sharpness) and water resistance (light to moderate rainfall slides off the enchanted material instead of soaking in; not strong enough to do much against heavy rain or submersion)

    Personality: Tsarra is practical and hardworking, though a bit awkward when dealing with other people. Fairly quiet; more of a listener than a talker. Usually cautious, but has a natural curiosity that overrides that at times. She gets restless easily, needs to be active or engaged in something. Prone to anxiety. She cares about people, despite having a hard time connecting with them, and if she comes across someone who needs help that she can provide, she will. 

    Tsarra grew up in Blairville, and spent much of her childhood and adolescence exploring and learning firsthand about the extensive plant and wildlife in and around the city, having inherited her parents' curious nature. Both her parents were researchers at heart - Alari, her mother, studies the flora of Terrenus (there's no shortage of plantlife to study in Blairville, though she did periodically go on research trips to less inhabited areas), whereas her father, Cael, focused his research on the arcane arts. They encouraged Tsarra to question the world around her, though usually sent her 8-years-older brother with her on her escapades to keep her out of trouble when she was younger. Rowan usually spent that time fiddling with magi-tech while his little sister roamed about, though he'd sometimes get her to stay still long enough to explain the ins-and-outs of his latest technological fascination.

    In 25 AO, at age 18, Tsarra enlisted and began her training to join the Ranger unit of the military. A year prior to that, in 24 AO, Rowan Tallis was injured in a magical attack and lost the use of his legs. The one responsible was never identified due to lack of evidence, and when the Safeguard Act went through, his and Tsarra's father spoke out in favor of it despite the fact that it went against his lifelong ideology - the thought that that system could have caught his son's attacker, or even prevented the attack from happening, drowned out the objections he would have had otherwise. Alari and Rowan tried to convince him to step back as tensions rose and violence between the two side became more common (Tsarra stayed quiet, though she was uneasy as well), but he remained stubborn. Early 28 AO, Cael got involved in a conflict between an anti-Safeguard group and other Safeguard supporters, and said conflict escalated to the point of lethal magic being used. Cael was hit by one such spell, and Tsarra came home on leave to bury her father.

  2. He lets the smallest bit of tension leave him when the human lowered her weapons, satisfied that she was unlikely to attack at the moment. 

    None of them remember anything. Why? Frustrated, he searches his mind again, struggling to draw something, anything, out of the infuriating blankness. Finally, he feels something crack and-

    A face flashes through his mind, brown and freckled and grinning and small. Hearty laughter washes over him, warm. Safe.

    The vision - memory? - fades, and the warmth with it as he comes back into the present. Panic grips him for a moment - where is she why is she not here why can't I remember her name - but he shakes it off quickly, shoving it aside for later and forcing himself to focus on the situation at hand. 

    He looks to where one of the humans is pointing, then back at the approaching clouds. The smoke makes him anxious, but she has a point. They can't keep standing here, and the chance of shelter and potentially answers is worth the risk.

    He gives her an affirmative chirp and, after a moment, voices his concerns. "Be cautious. Smoke may mean others. Possible threats. But it's better than staying here, yes."

  3. His muscles tense further when the human draws another weapon and aims at him, ready to attack the moment it becomes necessary. The question of who he is gives him pause, however, and he belatedly realizes something.

    He doesn't know.

    This fact sets him further on edge - how can he not know who he is? He'd been too occupied with the screaming and the threat to notice at first, but he remembers nothing. 

    When the other human speaks up, he turns slightly to stare at her directly. So he's not the only in this state? Is the aggressive human the same, or is she somehow responsible? His eyes flit between the two now, uncertain. The plea for them to calm down doesn't lessen his tenseness - nothing will, not when everything is unfamiliar and unknown and a possible threat - but the growl in his chest dies out, and he nods almost imperceptibly to the seemingly not-threat human.

    "Do not know, either," he says hesitantly, his voice deep, echoing, and harsh. Turning to the armed one, he continues. "Do you?"

  4. Consciousness returns to him slowly, the faint, metallic scent of blood being the first thing his brain registers. He realizes the smell is also a taste at the same moment a high-pitched scream fills the air, jerking him roughly into awareness. Talons dig into the mud as he pushes himself up into a crouch, warily eyeing his surroundings - and his company. 

    He looks between the two... strange ones, featherless and fur-less and small. Humans, his still-muddled mind supplies, though it gives no further information. They are out of striking range - good - and do not seem to have noticed him yet - also good, but unlikely to last long. While one seems terrified, easy enough to read despite the lack of a tail and other essential features, the other's stance and brandished weapon signal threat.

    The threat isn't directed at him now, but that could change.

     He rises to his full height, the hood of his cloak down and showing his features. A low growl starts in his throat and he bares his teeth at the knife-wielding human, careful not to let the other out of his sight. 

  5. On 1/13/2017 at 0:32 AM, Ange V. Nettle said:

    The woman motioned at Kaldair and Grak'ni with her pipe as she exhaled, smoke curling around her face and billowing away.

    "I hope you both find that information you're looking for. It's sure to be fascinating, and probably hard to find.  I hope it's worth whatever it takes to obtain."

    Brid's words brought a smile to Kaldair's lips. "Many thanks, friend," the halfling said warmly. Even Grak'ni nodded appreciatively in Brid's direction. There was no telling what it would take to find Grak'ni's people, or if it was even possible, so any encouragement was gladly received.

    Kaldair's smile quickly turned into a grin at the offer of more ale, though Ainsworth beat her to the punch in taking up on it. Well someone's thirsty, she thought, amused. "I'm not one to turn down free ale, but only if you'll let me treat you next time," she said, still grinning. Accepting too much from a friend without giving something in return felt odd to Kaldair, and she already owed Brid for helping her carry the food back to the table.

    Of course, it was about time for Ainsworth to say something foolish. Kaldair tried to hold back a laugh for a split second, then gave up and guffawed at her poor, tactless companion.

    "I swear Ainsworth, you should start charging! This is some first-rate entertainment," Kaldair teased once her laughter quieted enough to speak. His joke was much improved by his verbal fumbling, in Kaldair's opinion. 

    @NellieGrey @AngryCacti @Ange V. Nettle

  6. The sudden arrival of someone from Mabh's past was unexpected - and judging from the way Mabh introduced him, not entirely welcome. While Kaldair was proud of Mabh for handling him so well, she had half a mind to go make certain this Hawthorn fellow would be leaving Mabh alone. Also, the knowledge that he had stolen children was infuriating. She didn't know much about the Fae, much less what they did with those they took, but if there was a chance she could convince – or force – him to return the children to their families...

    Light pressure on her leg kept her from running off after the fairy. Kaldair looked down at the scaly claw, and up at the feathered head it led to. Grak'ni shook his head almost imperceptibly and glanced at Hawthorn's retreating figure, silently telling her not to go after him. Kaldair glared back, even though she knew he was probably right. Grak'ni somehow always knew when she was about to do something reckless, but he only stopped her when she had a really bad idea. Apparently he had decided provoking a fairy of unknown strength fit that category.

    Self-control was far from Kaldair's strong point, but with Grak'ni's help she managed. She stayed put, and listened to the others talk while she tried to calm down, holding her tongue to keep from saying something she may regret. Speaking when angry was rarely a good idea, and she had already frightened Ainsworth enough for one night. By the time the conversation turned back to her, most of the anger had faded. The guilt of letting Hawthorn go still bothered her, but she pushed it back for now. No reason to bring the others down. Perhaps she could go after fairy boy later, when it wouldn't risk getting her friends involved and the overprotective pile of fur and feathers wasn't watching. For now, it was time for conversation and merrymaking.

    “Oh, y'know. New friends, good drink, and a comfy bed,” Kaldair said with a wink before giving a true answer. “Well, and maybe some questing, information, and someone to spar with and learn from. We heard tales of the tavern in our travelling, and decided to come. Seems like almost every successful adventurer has been here before, so 'course we had to as well. Plus, with the types of folk I'd imagine frequent this place, there's a chance someone here might know a bit about Ni's kind, so that's the 'information' part of what we're looking for. What about you?” She asked, turning the question back on Brid. "You said you were looking for work - mechanic, right? - but I'm curious how that led you to the Tavern of Legend, of all places."

    @NellieGrey @Ange V. Nettle @AngryCacti

  7. The girl was apparently more naive than Amansi had first thought. He drank in her words, storing the information for later use. If what she said was true - and the stern look he caught the guard giving her made him think it was - then these Nekall people may be the oldest known race still in existence. Maybe I should write a book about them when this is all finished. Athanasi did always say I have the mind of a scholar, if not the... no. Amansi angrily stopped himself mid-thought. He would not reminisce about the 'good old times.' It was too much like admitting he was gone, and he was not. Not if Amansi had anything to say about it.

    He forced his attention back on Sonneth. Did all of her kind have such sharp teeth? It gave her smile a somewhat threatening edge, but Amansi made certain not to betray any uncertainty. Instead, he donned a look of wonder in response to her words. "I see... that is most impressive, for your kind to thrive for so long. Humankind must seem as children to your people!" He smiled, laughing a small bit and shaking his head in amazement for good measure. "I can hardly contain my excitement, thinking of the sheer amount of knowledge that would have been accumulated over all that time. Ah, have we arrived?" 

    They had stopped in front of a pair of remarkably large doors belonging to a remarkably large building. Clearly the Nekall were no exception to the mentality that big means important. Finding what he needed in there was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack, but he'd be damned if he was going to let that discourage him. He had to stop himself from raising an eyebrow at Sonneth's eagerness to enter the place - he thought he was supposed to be the excited one. She had also volunteered to watch over him rather eagerly... in his experience, that much enthusiasm meant she wanted something from him. If he could figure out what that was, he may be able to use it to his advantage. Keeping his suspicions and smirking inside, Amansi followed her into the library. He kept silent, looking at the interior with wonderment on his wrinkled face.

    Time for the games to truly begin.

  8. Amansi kept his face respectful, keeping his smirk within. Good, he thought. A silly girl should be easier to keep off my toes than a trained guard. For whatever reason, women seemed to have something inherently foolish about them. Too chatty, perhaps, and too quiet about important matters. Too eager to please, or too stubborn; too uneducated, or too much of a show-off. In Amansi's experience, women were always one extreme or the other, never balanced. It was endearing, sometimes, but mostly irritating - though when it came to trickery, it made his job easier. He simply had to figure out what made this girl tick, and she would pose little threat, ancient flower being or not. Judging from her interactions with the guard, she seemed the willful type.

    "Thank you for your kindness," he said, respectfully bowing his head before following the guard. As they walked, Amansi studied the city around him. It was beautiful, there was no mistaking that, but even more so were its people. Every one of them taller than he, some as tall at his current height; every one of them with some fanciful tint to their skin and intense color in their eyes. But the detail that intrigued him the most was the utter absence of children. A city this size should have at least a few kids running about at this hour, but there were none to be seen. Did their race not have a child stage? It was possible, he supposed. Very little information on these beings had reached the outside world, and there was so much to discover... No, I have to stay focused, Amansi thought, forcing back his curiosity. I am here for one purpose, and one purpose only. Distractions are not something I can afford.

    He turned his attention to the girl, Sonneth. The sooner he could figure her out, the better, and to do that he needed conversation. "What can you tell me about your people, Miss... Sonneth, correct? Information on this place is scarce, and I am a curious man. Perhaps I could answer any questions you may have in return?" Amansi asked. It seemed an appropriate question for a knowledge-seeker to ask, and might quell some of his curiosity in the meantime. Also, gauging her reaction to his offer of giving her information would serve to inform him of how inquisitive a nature she had. He kept his gaze on her as they walked, careful to keep his expression merely curious with a kind smile for good measure, and waited for her to respond.

  9. Kaldair nearly choked on her food with laughter at Ainsworth's high-pitched revelation, all trace of sheepishness gone. She took a moment to collect herself and quiet her giggling while Ainsworth addressed the others. 

    "Yup. Sorry to tell you Ains, but you'd have ended up with a right ugly nosebleed if Mabh hadn't hugged me just then," Kaldair said with a grin, giving Ainsworth an impromptu nickname. The man's awkward apology to Mabh had erased any lingering anger with him from Kaldair's heart. He was a bit of a fool, perhaps, but an endearing one. "You might owe her a thanks as well."

    The halfling went back to eating and listened to the others speak. "No problem Mabh, it's only right that I feed you after you got the drinks. I'm glad you like it; I wasn't too sure what to get you, but you can't go wrong with meat and greens! And of course Brid," she added, turning to face the new addition to their party. "The more the merrier!"

    At that exclamation Kaldair raised her glass and drained the last of it, slamming it back down with satisfaction. Emotional crisis aside, tonight was a good night. 

    @Ange V. Nettle @AngryCacti @NellieGrey

  10. Kaldair felt her rage rise with every word Ainsworth stuttered out. Not his fault? The bastard couldn't even take responsibility for making sweet Mabh cry. She had thought they were all getting to be friends, have a nice drink - which Mabh bought for them, the sweetheart - but no. Kaldair left for hardly any time and he just had to do something to ruin it. A broken nose seemed like sufficient payback for that. Before she could punch the man, however, Kaldair felt a pair of long arms wrap around and hug her. 

    Listening to Mabh's story, Kaldair's anger changed target. What kind of awful person would... and her entire town drove her out?! Heartless monsters, she thought, furious. She hugged Mabh back tightly, and hugged her again after being released. "I'm so sorry you've gone through so much hardship, Mabh, hun. You deserve none of that, and I'll be damned if I let anyone hurt you like that ever again," she said with conviction, voice shaking slightly in poorly concealed rage. 

    Kaldair nodded at Brid's words. "I knew you were a good sort," she said, giving the woman a small smile. The full force of her anger was already fading, though she suspected it would remain a constant buzz in the background for some time. Patting Mabh on the head one last time, Kaldair started back to her seat. She grabbed her dish on the way, and addressed the others when she sat down. "Well, everyone's food is here, and I'm sure you're all right about as starving as I am. Dig in! Oh, and sorry for almost punching you, Ainsworth," she added somewhat sheepishly.


    Grak'ni kept silent in response to Kaldair's seething question and made himself as unobtrusive as one his size could be. His small friend was always warm, but rage turned that warmth into an intensely focused, burning heat. Despite knowing logically there was no danger to himself, Grak'ni still made an involuntary whimpering sound when that death glare and not-smile was on him. It was a relief when the halfling focused on the other male at the table.

    The coat man's words confirmed Grak'ni's low opinion of him; Ainsworth was immensely stupid. With Grak'ni's experience he was able to catch the tell-tale signs of Kaldair preparing to punch someone – the clenching of her fist, the slight shift in her stance – though it was dubious whether or not Ainsworth could. He pitied the man's soon-to-be broken nose.

    Or, would-have-been broken nose. Luckily for the stuttering coward of a man, Mabh restrained Kaldair before she threw the punch. Grak'ni listened to her story, some of his questions answered, most not. He could understand her hurt at being hated because of what she was all too well, but his confusion at her denial of not being human remained. Why did she not accept that she was other? It would only continue to hurt until she did so. Was it because she did not have a Kaldair? 

    Grak'ni observed his friend as she came back to his side of the table and sighed. For better or worse, it seemed the strange girl had a Kaldair now. He resigned himself to having Mabh around for the foreseeable future. It was easier than trying to argue with Kaldair, though he by no means trusted the girl. 

    He turned his attention to the newcomer. Brid, she said. He trusted her less. It was obvious this woman knew how to fight, from the way she carried herself to the scars that were visible, and that made her dangerous. But she looked at him without fear, and so had his respect, if not his faith. 

    It seemed Kaldair was not going to introduce him this time, so Grak'ni answered Brid's unspoken question with a single word, "Grak'ni." There were no other words to say.

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  11. There were few people who could surprise Grak'ni in a fight. If this girl was as strange in a fight as at this table, she would have to be added to that list.

    Why was she crying? Grak'ni had seen people cry. He had seen Kaldair cry. This was far stranger. As Mabh spoke Grak'ni caught some reasonable explanation - that someone called 'Eoin' killed her father - but the rest of her words only confused him more. What did people thinking she was not human have to do with her father's death? Was it not clear to her that she was not human? Did the man she said she killed hit her head before he died? These questions and more clouded Grak'ni's mind. Understanding Mabh was a struggle, or impossible.

    Her weeping was getting louder. Grak'ni had no idea what to do to make her stop. Or should he ignore it, let the crying finish naturally? At a loss, he simply stared at Mabh, leaning away from her a bit. He hoped Kaldair would be back soon. She knew how to handle emotions better than he did.


    Kaldair beamed at Brid and quickly jumped down from her vantage point, holding out her arms. "Many thanks," she said. "I really don't know how I'd have managed on my own." A third friend in one night. Today was a good day.

    With plates in hand, the halfling led the way back to the table at which she had left the others. With any luck, no one'll be bleeding when I get back, she thought. It seemed unlikely that Ainsworth would test Grak'ni again, though, and Mabh was hardly the kind of girl to go poking at him. Maybe Grak'ni had even gotten to having a nice chat with everyone - though that was less likely. 

    "You'll like our little group," Kaldair chattered as they walked, "they're a bit odd, but good folk nonetheless. Ah, here we go, they should be right over-"

    Kaldair suddenly stopped and blinked at the scene in front of her. Despite her low altitude she could see clearly what was going on: Mabh was crying. Sobbing. Broken.

    Her shock broke, and turned to anger. Silent and with every muscle tensed, Kaldair strode up to the table, set the plates on the ground next to it, climbed up Grak'ni's leg and onto the table, and walked across to Mabh. She reached out a hand to softly pat the girl's head, and hid the anger to comfort her. 

    "It's alright now, Mabh," Kaldair said, speaking softly and warmly. "I'm here, and I won't let anyone hurt you. Whatever happened, it'll be ok. I'm on your side, Mabh."

    Still patting Mabh's head, Kaldair turned to look between Grak'ni and Ainsworth. Her kind expression turned hard, a smile full of poison taking over. "Now," she spat, "would someone like to tell me who made this sweet girl cry?"

    @AngryCacti @Ange V. Nettle

  12. Hm... I've been meaning to stretch my villain-writing muscles, so if you want someone to get in your character's way on his quest I could bring in a character to do so :3 I'd also be open to playing the werewolf, and could go good, bad, or morally grey with that depending on what you're looking for. 

    That said, I have finals week coming up, so I'd probably only be able to post ~once a day until finals are over, if you decide to include me in the thread.

  13. A noise somewhere between a squawk and a 'huh?' escaped Grak'ni's throat at Mabh's outburst. He had said nothing to imply she was Fae, so why did she bring it up? Was she Fae? Some things would make more sense if she were, from what Grak'ni knew of their kind. Which wasn't much. But she didn't feel right. He had only dealt with Fae a few times, but enough to know how odd they were. Mabh was odd, but still had human-ness to her. At least, Grak'ni thought she did. Perhaps she was a different type. Or she could be telling the truth. 

    No. The girl was defensive and over-explaining. In Grak'ni's experience, that was something liars did. He narrowed his eyes and studied Mabh; she did not look like a threat, but not all threats did. However, he had no reason to think she held bad intentions. The ale she brought them was fine, with nothing added. Grak'ni could not understand this stranger - she had no reason to lie to him or hide her nature. It was not as though he would hate her for being something other than human. It was impossible that she could forget he was not human himself. Perhaps it was Ainsworth she was worried about. Grak'ni could not fault her for that. The human was shifty.

    He would not press her. The girl could keep her secret, whatever that was. But Grak'ni would be keeping watch.


    Kaldair nodded at Brid's answer. She could respect that. "Glad to see you can give a straight answer, at least. Can't say the same about my other two new friends, especially Ainsworth," she said, chuckling slightly. Then the food came.

    There was a lot of it, that was for certain. Not something Kaldair could reasonably carry on her own, unless she got really creative. "I could try," she answered, "but it would likely end in a mess. Didn't really think this part through."

    She tilted her head in thought, then looked up at Brid hopefully. "You wouldn't happen to be feeling helpful right about now, would you? I can carry most of it if you hand the dishes to me - trying to carry them down from up here would be a recipe for disaster - but that leaves at least one I'd need help with. What do you say? You're more than welcome to sit with us if you'd like, as well."


  14. Kaldair's face lit up at Brid's question about her friend. "I have a whole group at a table over there," she explained, pointing in the general direction she came from. "I'm up here to get food for everyone. Ni - Grak'ni - is the friend I mentioned; rain makes him smell kinda like a wet dog. Plus his fur gets all matted. Speaking of which, I need to figure out where the baths are... eh, I can deal with that later. He smells more like chili now anyway," the halfling chattered, not thinking to elaborate.

    A glint from Brid's finger caught her eye, and she noticed the band. She looked at it a moment; it was rather plain for a ring, but it suited the woman. Kaldair shifted her gaze back to Brid and continued. "What kind of work are you looking for?"


    Now the girl was trying to explain herself again. Grak'ni thought over her words. He was familiar with magic-users, had fought a few of them, and he understood what Mabh meant. But that was different. Magic-users learned their skills, and had to do something to make them work, as far as he understood it. Grak'ni did not voice these thoughts - either the stranger did not know her nature, or she was hiding it. Pointing out flaws in her logic would do nothing. 

    But Mabh was still looking at him as if expecting some form of response. "As you say," he said simply, turning his attention to his ale as he painstakingly secured it in his hands to take another gulp. He had no other words to give. 

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  15. Amansi sighed with relief as the guard lowered his blade. Thank fuck, I was starting to think I went too overboard, he thought. He'd always had a flair for theatrics - perhaps in another life, he'd have been an actor. He was practically an actor in this one, honestly. 

    He gave a nod in agreement to the guard's terms, though it wasn't as if he could refuse them. Being accompanied wherever he went was less than ideal, but manageable. It was having to report what he read that concerned him. He'd have to be careful not to let them figure out what he was after... they might not be so welcoming then. Dread dropped like a stone in the pit of his stomach when he thought of what could happen if he was found out, but he forced it back. He couldn't afford to falter now, not after coming so far. It had to be here, he was certain of it, and once he had it, everything would be fine. It had to be.

    An inquisitive voice called him out of his thoughts, and Amansi found himself looking in the eyes of a woman who was taller than him even at his current height. Definitely glad I went with the tall guy. He listened to the girl - Sonneth, it seemed - speak, inwardly amused at her straightforwardness though he didn't let it show.

    "We humans are a stubborn sort, more so the older we get. Finding this place was no easy task, I admit, but I had nothing left to lose. Knowledge and learning are of greater importance to me than anything else in this world, and it would give me much pleasure to enter the next one surrounded by it," Amansi replied, maintaining eye contact with the girl. He gave her a small, kindly smile. "I am sorry for waltzing in here, as you say. It was not my intention to cause a disruption."

    He looked between the girl and the guard. "Now, I do not wish to be rude, but could someone be so kind as to show me to the library?" 

  16. Grak'ni blinked at Mabh, unsure how to respond to her attempted explanation. The strange girl seemed confused, which confused Grak'ni in turn. Did he not use the right words? No, he was sure he did. This confusion was on her, not on him. Did she honestly think she just had good health? Her talk of balancing fortunes made no sense. Was she trying to confuse him, to hide something? That was always a possibility. Kaldair trusted Mabh, he knew, but Kaldair trusted everyone. Grak'ni did not. There was little about Mabh he understood, and he seemed to understand less the longer he sat at this table. Her nature had been unclear from the start; she felt human, but not. Perhaps her wrongness came from that, the too-fast healing included. Humans and halflings and himself were what Grak'ni knew, not the other kinds. They came across the others occasionally, but not enough for him to know them. 

    Mabh's second question made more sense, though her ending comment was odd. He knew what blood smelled like, was all. That was not a talent. But he had been thinking for too long, and the girl was still waiting. "Smell," he answered, lightly tapping a talon just below the slits that were his nostrils. "Grak'ni smells better than others." After he spoke the words, he realized the sentence could have two meanings, and wondered if he should clarify. He decided against it - one meaning made much more sense, and the other was not currently true. If the strangers misunderstood, they were stupider than he thought. 


    Serious sort, but seems pleasant enough, Kaldair thought, studying her new acquaintance in return. Judging from the state of her nose and the hardness in her hand, this was a woman who knew a thing or two about combat - at least, that was the conclusion Kaldair arrived at. It would be nice to have another fighter around; neither Mabh nor Ainsworth seemed to know much of that subject. 

    "Angry seems an apt description to me," she said, laughing good-naturedly. "Hopefully you're right about it clearing up soon. I'd hate to drag my friend out into that mess again, he smells bad enough as is. Not that I have much in the way of plans to leave anytime soon, though I wouldn't say no to a quest or something, y'know? And please, call me Kaldair! Brid has a nice ring to it, if you don't mind me calling you that. So what brings you to the Tavern of Legend?" The stream of words left Kaldair's mouth rather fast, her hands moving about to accentuate them. She was getting excited; coming to the tavern was the first time in a while that she was able to meet and talk to so many new folks.

    @NellieGrey @AngryCacti @Ange V. Nettle

  17. Almost the same moment Kaldair found herself wishing for some conversation, a very wet woman came up beside her to order. Luck kept pushing potential friends at her tonight, though this was admittedly not as much of a shove as earlier. Still, Kaldair had never needed much in the way of reason to chat.

    "Still raining out, eh?" Kaldair said, shifting to face the newcomer and beaming up at her. "I was caught in the storm myself on the way here. Think I've mostly dried off now though, thankfully." She ran a hand through her hair as she spoke, finding that it had indeed dried, and extended said hand to the woman. "I'm Kaldair Manglehide, pleased to meet you!"

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  18. Grak'ni contemplated Mabh's question, narrowing his eyes at the girl. So she heard the growl. That was more than could be said of the oblivious human. But why did she ask if they had offended him? The sound had not been an angry one, but a cautious, warning one. Grak'ni could never understand why it was so rare for any aside from Kaldair to be able to understand the meaning of his growls and other sounds. It was not difficult. Kaldair had explained before that it actually was difficult for those who did not know him, but Grak'ni found that stupid. 

    "You do not bleed right," he said. No. That was wrong. "You heal too fast," he corrected, then fell silent. He was fluent in this language, had spoken it most of his life, yet the words never stopped feeling strange. Others' words he understood with no difficulty. It was choosing the correct words when he spoke that was the problem. His people spoke a different tongue, he knew, though he could only remember a small amount of it. The words from his tongue he did know felt better, not strange, but he did not know enough and no one else knew any. So he kept quiet, and used the common tongue. 


    After pushing and shoving her way through the tavern's patrons, Kaldair finally made it to the bar. Heh, knew it was this way! Now to order, the halfling thought decisively. She climbed up the side of an empty barstool and pulled herself up and over onto the seat portion, the stool wobbling dangerously as she did so. She balanced herself and remained standing, planting both hands on the bar and leaning forward so that she could get a clear view of the menu. It was then she realized that she had forgotten to ask her friends what they wanted. Oh well, I can figure out what to get them myself. Ainsworth gets chili of course, and Ni will want meat... Mabh I'm not so sure about. She looks like a salad kinda girl, but she's too thin as is, so I'll get her meat too, with a salad on the side for good measure. Come to think of it, I'd like some meat myself. 

    Having decided, Kaldair placed her order and paid, her total coming to less than she had expected - only a handful of coin - which was nice. She was willing to bet she had more coin than her new companions, but she was a far cry from wealthy. The halfling settled down in her stool to wait for her order to be ready. Maybe I should've brought Ni over here with me after all. Sure would be nice to have someone to chat with for the wait, and I didn't think on how I'll go about carrying all of this back. Eh, I'll figure something out.

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  19. Not the warmest welcome, Amansi thought, but not much of a surprise. 

    Amansi raised his hands to show they held no weapon and fixed his eyes on the guard with the knife. Gods, these people are all tall. Glad I didn't choose the short professor. He addressed the guard, careful to keep the proper sound in his voice. Old, but deep and with a certain strength to it. "I swear to you I mean no harm. I am known as Alistair, teacher of many things and eternal student of more. All my life I have heard the tales of this magnificent city and the endless knowledge kept safe within its walls, and have always yearned to visit it, to read the tomes kept only here, and so be blessed with greater knowledge. I fear I have not much time left, and so I have left all I know to find this place in the hopes that I may spend my final days surrounded by the vast wisdom this city is said to hold." Amansi took on a slightly desperate tone now, pleading with the guard. "Please, tell me, are the legends true? Is this the place all knowledge rests?"

  20. Grak'ni sighed at his friend's back. His small friend too often did not think before moving. How would she carry back food for all four of them? How long would it take her to find the bar through this crowd? She was likely to start up a conversation on the way, so Grak'ni guessed some time. But despite his misgivings, he had known Kaldair long enough not to doubt that the halfling would return with plenty of food in hand, however improbable. Giving up was not a term she knew.

    The metallic scent of blood drew his attention back to the strangers. He heard the too-nice girl Mabh swear and saw the drop of blood come from her thumb, and did not think much of it. Until he realized there was no scent of new blood. Grak'ni stared at her hands as they worked - no blood. Even a cut that shallow should have bled a few more drops, yet it was dry and healed. There was something unnatural about this Mabh. He had felt an off-ness from her since the start, and now that feeling grew. A soft, near-silent growl resounded in his throat. He did not know what to make of her, but he knew he did not trust her. 

    The coat man he trusted less. Grak'ni had felt Ainsworth's stare when Kaldair left. He did not like staring, and especially did not like the intrigue in the man's eyes. It was clear he was still trying to find an answer to his question, of what was the deal with him. Grak'ni had given him the only answer there was to be given, why was he still searching? Grak'ni was Grak'ni. That was all he knew. It did not help that the man had spilled his food on Grak'ni's cloak. He had chosen to ignore it after Mabh's words shook him, but some annoyance was still there. It was his last clean cloak, and now reeked of spices. It was good Kaldair decided to find food - the smell was making Grak'ni's stomach rumble. 

    Now the strangers were speaking of Ainsworth's tattered, too-big coat. Grak'ni listened to the chatter and silently agreed with Mabh; her words were sensible. There was no use for such an ill-fitted coat, especially when it would be so simple to find one to fit the human. Coats did not often come in Grak'ni's size.

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