Title: A Delivery and a Drink
Description: Open RP
Khaelsie - March 26, 2008 12:51 PM (GMT)
"Take this package to a man named Tyrene, the owner of a small weapons shop. You'll find him just down the way from the Bloodseal Tavern in the city of Taras, he'll know you're coming. Don't get sidetracked, and do not open this yourself. Perhaps if you do this for me, and don't manage to be a complete fool about it, I'll have future work for you." That was the information she'd been given, along with a vague idea of the direction she was headed and a small advance on payment to allow her food and rest along the way. Khaelsie was thankful to have something to do to pass the time while she planned for greater things, though this was a bit of simplistic chore. None the less, she had begun the trip from the City of Lanterns to Taras, and found herself in what seemed like the slums. The aforementioned package was slung across her back, most likely a sword of some make, as it had the weight and length of one. It was stored in careful wrappings, and Khaelsie had resisted temptation to unwrap the supposed blade and discover just what was so special about it. The promise of future work though, that was enough to keep her from doing so. Gold did not exactly rain from the shingles in the City of Lanterns, and Khaelsie had no plans to be scrapping for odds and ends for the coming years, so each step was a big one forward.
Having a roof over her head and means to straighten up had proven beneficial for the ashen elf, as she now stood rather tall, that look of pride she had once had back in Lith My'athar had returned to her face. Jet black tresses were tied back in a tail at the base of her neck, and she had acquired a simple set of black linen pants and a rich purple tunic that hung nicely over her lithe form. The blade she had escaped with still hung at her side, though it was now sheathed in a simple leather covering. Black boots tapped lightly along the stone walkway as she approached the portion of Taras where she believed she'd find this Tyrene fellow.
Not so elegant notes of music floated through the air as she continued ahead, telling her she had found the Bloodseal Tavern, and while she wanted to stop and have a quick bit of refreshment, it had been made clear that all merriment was to be had after the delivery was made. Begrudgingly, she continued forward, knowing that the quicker her work was complete, the quicker she could return for a bit of relaxation before she made the return trip to the City of Lanterns.
"Hey missy, where yeh be going with that pack o' yours? Seems like quite the bit o' trouble fer one such as yeh to be carrying all that. Le'me help yeh out some." Without looking, Khaelsie knew it was a previous patron of the tavern she'd just slid on by, and obviously one who didn't know his limits. Slender fingers settled upon the hilt of her sword as she slowly turned half way about, facing the man with shoulders squared and a face that betrayed no emotion.
"I believe I can handle what I carry just fine. Now, why don't you run along and find a corner to sober up in, before both you make a fool of yourself." Strangely, Khaelsie felt no wish to fight, though she knew well enough she could defend herself against the bigger man, were he to press her into doing so. Apparently he felt the same, as there was a flash of steel and the showing of a crude dagger now before her, the challenge made.
"I tried to ask nicely, and now I'll simply take what I wish," the man stated, as she made a rush forward, looking like quite the unsteady brute as he made an attempt to lunge at the elven woman. A side step coupled with a slight spin allowed Khaelsie to escape the charge and thrust the hilt of the blade into the muscles at the back of the man's shoulder, most likely causing a bit of pain down the arm which held the blade. Of course, the drunken man barely seemed phased at all, as he spun sloppily about, preparing to rush the smaller woman once more.
"You really are a big, dumb fool." Khaelsie set her feet beneath her, preparing for the rush, halfway succeeding at her attempt at stopping the incoming blow. While she avoided the blade itself, she took a pretty good knock to her body, a dull ache spreading through her left hip and down the leg. In return, there was a line of red down the brute's arm and the sound of metal hitting stone as the dagger was dropped. "Now be gone, before we're both the worse off." Khaelsie stood in stance, blade ready for what might come if the drunk decided to continue without a weapon. Fortunately for both of them, the sound of others leaving the tavern was enough to cause him to turn and back away, allowing Khaelsie to slip on down the way before she was the center of any attention.
A few more doors down the way, the woman ducked into the shop she was obviously in search of, met by a man who simply motioned to the package she carried and accepted it when it was offered to him. "Ah, I was expecting you. If you remain in Taras for five or six days, and then return to me, I'll have what he requires. I'm sure our lord would appreciate your choice to stay here until you can return with his blade." His look was more a way of saying that there was no option to leave now, and so she simply offered him a nod to accept.
"I'll be at the Bloodseal every evening, just find me when it is ready" When the man appeared to have nothing further to stay, Khaelsie turned, deciding it was time for a bite to eat and a bit of drink.
Manic Deathstorm - March 26, 2008 09:25 PM (GMT)
A woman carrying what appeared to be a blade upon her back darted down the street in front of him and ducked within the building alongside the one he was sitting upon. A slight brow quirked itself in response at the woman’s antics, what could a woman be doing with a blade, especially when she already had one of her own from what it appeared. Thinking on that for a moment, his body would lean forward, craning his neck just enough to see if he could catch what the sign was above the building. Noticing that it was the weapons shop, a soft laughter escaped his lips. He really needed to start paying more attention to the things around him, instead of going off in aloof and hoping that everything would fall together on its own.
It wouldn’t matter though, because now he knew the woman’s purpose for going into the building, it was only a matter of making an introduction. While she lingered within the building, his form would rise and begin in a slow methodical walk over towards the building of the weapons shop. Once atop of it, he would make his way just to the edge of the rooftop, while he mentally calculated the time she was within the weapon shop. Deciding upon a certain specified time, both of his legs would bend slightly, before throwing himself into the air and off of the rooftop. Rotating in a slow 180 degree fashion, he would land in a crouch, legs spread and hand planted flat upon the ground in front of him in order to maintain balance in the current state.
Using the hand as aid, both of his legs would push into the other in order to aid him back to an erect stance, where his head would flick backwards to toss the thick strands of raven black hair over his shoulders, with exception of the gathered cluster of white that would cascade back across his left eye and the rest of the contours of his face. Finally settling into a relaxed stance, a wry grin etched itself across his visage at the sight of the woman, “Seems you’ve had your feather’s ruffled, tis a shame that members of the tavern act in such a manner, hmmm?” To add to the oddness of his nature, his head would cock itself slightly off to the side, causing the white cluster of hair to drift from the left side of his face all the way to the right, “If you had me along with, you’d have nothing to worry about, that I guarantee. That is…If you plan to stay within this city, it would be a shame to see you leave so soon.”
The grin remained prominent upon his features the entire time he spoke, but his head would re-tilt itself back to its original base, “I say we should go and have a drink, what do you think? No sense in leaving quite just yet, unless of course you have plans.” With that said, everything would fall silent as he simply awaited her response to his offer, knowing full well that she would immediately refuse considering the manner in which he appeared.
Khaelsie - March 27, 2008 01:19 PM (GMT)
Such an odd day it had been to start, what with coming to a new city that was nothing like her new 'home' - or was it her new hiding place? - in the City of Lanterns. Taras had introduced her to even more sorts of people, and that was out in the better section of the town. Here in what appeared to be the darker part of the city, she'd seen things that would not soon escape her memory, and now she'd been asked to remain here for possibly a week's time. It was rather tempting to return to Tyrene and announce that she'd decided to forget this whole trip had occured and return at once to the City of Lanterns, but that would be a move of no honor. The slightest of scowls marred the smooth features of her face as she made her way forward, finding herself a bit surprised when she was once again approached by a stranger. Twice in one day, what luck! She barely contained the sigh that threatened to escape her lips, which seemed to be the better move, as this newcomer did not have the appearance of the drunken wonder who had come by earlier.
“Seems you’ve had your feather’s ruffled, tis a shame that members of the tavern act in such a manner, hmmm?” Her own head followed the tilt of his as he spoke, as if she were trying to see things from his angle, realizing he must have been watching her for a bit of time. A moment of hesitation passed, after which she returned the slightest of nods in agreement. "Just a slight one," she murmured back, a response not really meant for the ears, more for her own amusement. That sigh from earlier found its way out, as she was reminded of the trivial show of steel that had taken place just paces from where the two now stood. “If you had me along with, you’d have nothing to worry about, that I guarantee. That is…If you plan to stay within this city, it would be a shame to see you leave so soon.”
A curious look played upon her features now, her mind springing into action as it mused over the powers that went unseen in the man before her. Quite the offer he made, without knowing just how much trouble she coule possibly find herself in, should her whereabouts be discovered by those who would seek to kill her. A soft chuckle sounded forth, though she held it back from becoming outright laughter, as she did not wish to seem rude. In truth, she wanted to welcome the offer of assistance, knowing there would be times in the near future where she would likely need it, but also not wishing to drag an unknowing stranger into the fued that had been fueled by her being born as she was. Rather than to respond at the current moment, where ears might catch their conversation, she simply awaited what was next to be said, figuring there would be time for discussing the offer in a more private setting.
“I say we should go and have a drink, what do you think? No sense in leaving quite just yet, unless of course you have plans.” Plans aligned, it seemed, as she had been on her way to the Bloodseal already, so why not do so in the company of this newfound acquaintance? Her head bobbed slightly in a nod of acceptance, a faint smile coming to her lips as she wished to show her appreciation for the offer. "It seems my stay here has been extended, as I need to wait for something to be finished before I can return to where I came from. I'd very much like to have a drink, and perhaps forget that the earlier part of this day had even taken place." As a show of genuine interest, Khaelsie turned toward the direction of the tavern once more, eyes scouting ahead as best they could, for any sign of the drunk from earlier. What a shame it would be if she was forced to deal with such a mess, when in all reality, all she wished was a bit of relaxation in good company.
Manic Deathstorm - April 3, 2008 07:15 AM (GMT)
(( OOC: Sorry I didn't give ya much to work with and I haven't gotten on much. Internet's all wish-washy, but I got a method figured out so I should post oftenly. And yes, Manic is insane/derranged...>.>; Try not to let his dialogue disturb ya. =P ))
When the woman talked, all he seemed to notice was the movements of her mouth, not so much the words that came from them. It wasn’t like he cared what she said; after all she would only be there to serve as amusement for the time being. And who knew, perhaps she would have a use for him at a later date given the favor he would grant her. If not then at the very least, he could eliminate and send some more wayward souls to the pits of the abyss. The moment she finally took upon movement towards the general direction of the tavern sparked a sudden interest in his eyes, as they curiously watched the woman’s every movement, the way her hips swayed and the manner in which she carried herself. She certainly had the warrioristic appearance, that much was a given and the way she carried herself seemed to signal her advancement in the art. Granted, she probably wasn’t the worlds greatest, but she would be one to keep his eyes on. Deciding to shrug off the thoughts for the moment, he would proceed to follow in her wake not wanting to gain too much distance of separation betwixt the two of them.
While the two of them walked towards the tavern, Manic’s metallic hues would spark to life again in rapid progression across his surroundings. Countless people flooded forth from the tavern, which usually meant a fight had just taken place or they were all leaving together. Whatever the cause, it was of no true interest to him; instead his eyes were searching for something else. A face and appearance that had been just recently burned within his mind, until he spotted it in its approach to the two of them, from the mere glance he allowed the man it was known within an instant that he was the one who started trouble with the woman prior to their meeting. Instinctively, his right hand lifted over his shoulder to grasp the thickness of the Quarter Staff upon his back within his digits. In slow and methodical succession, the staff would quickly be let loose of its holdings only to bring itself out to the approaching man’s head in a forward thrusting fashion. Halting the staff’s further advancement on a single twitch of the muscle, the flat of the blunt edge would make soft contact with the man’s forehead, but nothing more. Should the man continue movement, it would be hindered by the quarter staff’s positioning and the man that would continue to force it within the man’s path.
Not wanting to give the man a second chance in the matter, each of his eyes would widen and light up, while his head would crane and lean itself in towards the man’s, “What does a pig look like when its carved apart, I wonder. Oh how I wonder how one would taste….The succulent blood, the wonderful organs, and the sweet scent of death, pain, and misery… Please, please take one more step so we shall find out the answer to these questions…” A twisted and wicked grin took upon his already demented looking features, as he stared intently at the man with crazed eyes, “Can you not smell the scent of death on me my dear little blood pig…Its pungent smell intoxicates the air…” A long drawn in breath would signal the insanity of Manic to this man, but if that didn’t work then he would surely witness the true insanity of the man first hand…