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| Noclan Merchant's Midwinter Party [O]; Open to all, Single Post GRP | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Dec 13, 2011 5:50 am (531 Views) | |
| Vyse | Tue Dec 13, 2011 5:50 am Post #1 |
 
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Vyse smiled and laughed as he drank deeply from the ale he had order, Black Water Ale, it was the only human brew that could rival dwarven ale in both taste and strength. Vyse mingled with the crowd, greeting all who came in, giving toys to the children, food to the adults on hard times, gold to those who owed great debts beyond their ability to pay back. He offered jobs to all who needed it, there was always more work needed at the docks. He soon grew tired of talking to everyone, Qadaj took his place, doing as Vyse would do. He went back to the large hearth with the blaze warming the room, along with several smaller fires dotted around for those to cook food. He found Umbriel and her kittens laying by the fire, Vyse sitting down next to Umbriel, leaning back on her as the kittens stirred, climbing over their mother to play with Vyse, crawling over him and swatting at his hair and ears, chewing on his hands, though not hard enough to pierce the skin. He chuckled as the largest of the three leaped from his mother's back onto his lap, his head smacking into the center of his stomach, knocking the breath from his lungs, he sucked it in quickly as he looked at the kitten, he was strong looking and his claws were already getting sharp, causing the kneeding of his trousers to be painful as he settled down into his lap, he would have to name them soon, he would find names meaningful to their existence, names were a powerful thing after all. He looked to see the men arriving with the gifts for the families that worked for him and for the mercenaries that might arrive that night, he felt a heavy weight lay down on his shoulders as the other two, both female and smaller then their brother, laid down, half on Vyse's shoulders and half on Umbriel. He could hear their soft purring breaths as they slept, he would wait for people to come and talk to him, after all, Qadaj was handling the business, he could entertain what friends he had if they came. |
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| Jack | Wed Dec 14, 2011 7:08 am Post #2 |
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It was a grand party, the scholars weary eyes shifted from left to right, taking in the various cultures that filled the room around him, people of all social classes seemed to be taking part in the merchants festivities, and he of course was no exception to this. Sitting at a rather large round table he was lazily kicked back in his chair wearing a dark brown coat, dirty from the time he had spent wandering the streets then tilting a large tankard back he savored the dark brew as it trickled down his throat, a faint smile crossing his face as he listened to a gnome tell a tale of one of his past adventures, which in turn caused Jack to recall some of his own journeys through the many foreign and exotic lands he had visited over the span of his rather pathetic life. His gaze was locked onto the Gnome, yet his mind wandered off on it's own, enjoying a heavy and all too healthy dose of well over due nostalgia. Suddenly everyone who had been listening to the gnomes tale raised their glass and let out a cheer near the end of his story, having no real clue what was going on Jack simply followed in kind, quickly raising his own glass and echoing a cheer of his own. He stayed silent for a moment, watching the gnome step down from his chair he rocked back and fourth in his own, then reaching up he ran his dirty fingers through that thick beard of his as he mentally debated on telling one of his own tales. As it stood now, Jack was but a coin-less wanderer, a drunkard to boot, but under all his flaws was a man who had encounter quite a bit in his time. "I too have a story to share tonight.." He said with a faint excitement lingering in his tone, leaning forward in his chair he took another long drink from his tankard before setting it onto the table in front of him, those forested eyes of his cast out over those around him, smiling he spoke slowly, collecting his thoughts as he spoke to the group. "The story starts out like all the good ones do i suppose, I was in a city far to the west of here, called Circanus. I remember it was a night like this, calm with clear moon lit skies, a perfect night for some drinking." He paused for a moment, giving a small chuckle to his own memory. "I found myself in a rather worn down Inn, good folk though.." He mentioned with a small nod following his words. "Folk like us, unwinding after the sole regret of a hard days work.." He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair as he began to tell his own story, though he couldn't help but to wonder who all was listening, but regardless it did feel good to forget his woes and simply enjoy the night. |
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| Kagiso | Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:16 pm Post #3 |
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Kagiso's contract with the Noclan Merchant's had been extended farther than she thought. She supposed it was her access to such a rare weapon. The weapon in question was looped around her shoulder on a nice, wide and soft leather strap her sister had provided for her. The softness was good, because her shoulders were bared by the slim dress she wore. The dress was a long blue halter, sleek and well fitted to her small form. The blue color worked with her naturally coppery skin tone, and highlighted the deep blue metal strips between her shoulder blades. A few people had bothered her about the strange metal, but only Vyse knew what they were. Kagiso glanced up as a bearded man began telling a story. It was an odd bunch Vyse had managed to collect. She idly wondered if the man's story would actually go anywhere other than a sappy bit about familial love. Kagiso did miss her family, admittedly, but she had her reasons for leaving them. She claimed a glass of wine from a passing server, and sipped at the dainty white. It was a Nalai white wine like she had suggested; some of the finest wines on Imythess grew on the arid northern islands. The sublime fruity yet dry taste settled on her tongue. "Vyse, thank you for inviting me." Kagiso murmured in her usual soft tones. Edited by Kagiso, Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:17 pm.
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| Rin | Wed Dec 14, 2011 10:00 pm Post #4 |
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Rin held the invitation tightly, staring around the city. She had traveled to Cascadia several times before, but before she had always been searching for one of the lost pages of the Grand Grimoire. Never before had she specifically been mailed a letter inviting her to a night of frivolous fun and gaiety. The girl had been issued an invitation by none other than Vyse Noclan, the current owner of a profitable merchant enterprise. She had run into Vyse several times in her travels across Imythess and had formed a strange form of friendship with the man. Rin was pretty excited to see all of her friends and companions gathered in one location. She had brought a bag full of small presents in the hopes that some of the individuals she had met over the past few months would also be in attendance. The construct knocked on the door of the building cheerily, bouncing into the room as soon as the door was opened by a servant. She bustled around merrily, looking at the festive decorations and the fire merrily burning in the hearth. There were quite a few people here, but the only one she recognized immediately was Vyse himself. He was wearing his stereotypical blue jacket and sitting by a chair near the fire, absentmindedly stroking the giant dire tigress at his side. The girl giggled and rushed through the crowd, beaming at Umbriel. "Hello Umbriel! I'm glad to see you! I got you something!" She pulled a haunch of meat out of her bag, the flesh glazed to keep it from going bad and treated with a variety of spices that the butcher promised her would be delicious for the tiger. She set the meat on the ground in front of the tigress before turning to her owner, beaming at Vyse. "And I didn't forget you Vyse!" Rin pulled out a small present from within the bad. It was wrapped in bright, festive paper with tiny pictures of the Red Rogue dancing on it. Inside the box was a small snowglobe that she had gotten from Striberg. It had a miniature version of the city within the globe and had been enchanted so that tiny flakes of snow constantly fell from the top of the globe. The construct clapped her hands together, giggling excitedly. "I hope you like it!" The girl wandered off to search for other people that she had brought presents for. |
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| Graham Sideas | Thu Dec 15, 2011 2:35 am Post #5 |
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Even Graham had to admit that he looked rather smashing in the dress he had picked out. He had spent quite a few hours at the mansion ensuring that the form he took fit well with the dress he had sewn together by a few of his less battle-worthy servants. His features were more of a worry to him, his transition from male-to-female always a concern for the undead. He had spent a long time using his altering spell to ensure that the stitches and cuts weren't easily visible on his face, those that couldn't be hidden entirely looking like scars, such as the ones that run from his mouth to his ears. His silk white dress was very difficult to keep pristine and clean, but he had somehow pulled the miracle off. The only constant beyond the snow white color of his hair from his male form to his female was the dark purple eyes. With that his disguise was complete, the Shadow Master not truly wishing to show his face in public unless he ultimately had to. He wouldn't truly admit it to himself, but he also had a fondness for the dress. It made him feel rather pretty. Phillip stood at his side, as always, the young man dressed in formal attire as he always was. He kept a smug smirk on his face as he understood the meanings behind each look his master wore, be it one meaning he was fussing over a dress, or the fact that he could consider wearing one whether he wore the persona of a woman or not. The glares that were shot the ghost's way did little to diminish the humor he found in it. The sounds of the people and the cheering and celebration stopped the necromancer in 'his' tracks as he entered the room, the gift that he held beneath his arms being squeezed tighter to his new skinny form. The feeling of the room was almost foreign to him as he looked around to see camaraderie and smiles on most of the faces. Those that didn't wear such smiles were likely not far behind. It was almost... comforting to him. He got a chill as he pressed on, quite sure that it was better not to linger on these things for too long. He had caught the figure who hosted this party in the corner of his vision, and the one reason he had actually come to the gathering in the first place - beyond the dress, that is. 'She' waited until everyone who was currently talking to the merchant moved on before pressing forward, dipping into a low bow before saying or doing anything. Graham set the box down in front of Vyse with a smile, "Happy midwinter, Sir Noclan, I am Gwyneth. My master sends his regards and wishes you to have this. It is a rather nice ornament for any office. My master hopes that such tidings may bring fortunate business between us in the future." Graham took a step back and let a small curtsy end his little speech, Phillip stepping forward to stand next to his 'mistress' after he spent a small amount of time surveying the crowd. The Necromancer had to admit that he may enjoy the night as he looked around, silently wondering if he could get tips on ways to keep some of the more prominent stains an undead had to deal with out of white fabric. It would bother him to no end for much of the evening. Though he was quite sure there was a possibility he could get lost in the story telling and reveling, maybe even enough to take his mind off of it. Phillip quite certainly doubted it. |
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| Emery | Thu Dec 15, 2011 4:44 am Post #6 |
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Emery watched from across the street, hidden in the shadows of an alley. The bright lights, music and laughter of the large house had drawn him close, but it was the smell of food that caused him to linger outside. He still had no steady mean to make money, no ability beyond his own small talent at thievery to keep himself fed. He even still wore the dark robes and cloak of the monastery he'd run away from, though a lucky chancing across a corpse had giving him a sturdier pair of boots. Cascadia seemed a safer place to be after his escape from ruins crawling with undead, but the chill of winter was even stronger up among the clouds, and the smells of breads and savory meats finally overcame his caution, and Emery decided to approach. He kept his hood up and followed behind a small group of richly dressed men. Close enough so it seemed he was with them, but not so close they'd turn as ask what he was doing there. He also became a she before she crossed the house's threshold. With her plain attire and dark elf like features, she'd be found out sooner rather than later, but as a girl she was more likely to be shoved out with a small morsel to eat as well. People were far kinder to women than men, she'd found. As her entourage were greeted warmly by a man at the door, Emery slipped away, using ancient childhood knowledge to navigate the party in such a way that, though she was given odd looks, she was also left alone, since she gave the impression that, why yes, of course she was allowed to be here. She circulated the room until she reached the buffet table. Her mouth watered at the variety of dishes and treats available, but kept herself from stuffing her mouth and filling her pockets with whatever she could grab. There was such a thing as decorum, after all, and she could stay longer if one of the guests didn't alert the party's patrons to the wild child devouring the food. So she took a small plateful and ate daintily, smiling and nodding at those who greeted her. It was the food she was interested in, however, not the conversation. That is, until she looked over at the fireplace, where a smaller gathering was occurring beside the warm flames. The centerpiece of this, in Emery's eyes, was a gigantic striped tiger surrounded by three young cubs, and she only called them cubs because of how they romped and played with a strange four armed man. Their size suggested they should be fully grown. So cute... she thought as she ate. She found a shadowy corner to sit in and enjoy her food, watching the tiger cubs play. No one bothered her, and she was able to refill her plate a few times until she was full and warm. Tonight, it seemed, was a good Midwinter after all. |
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| Vyse | Thu Dec 15, 2011 5:46 am Post #7 |
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Vyse smiled and laughed as the people came in, some talking to him, while others ignored him. Though what brought a small look of shock to his face was the fact that Kagiso had made it, she spoke softly, but Vyse had a good set of ears, he smiled and motioned for her to sit as he spoke, "Sit please, you're free to join me and Umbriel, along with her kittens of course. Though watch out for the big one in my lap, he's just getting used to sharpening his claws." He saw one of the females look up at Kagiso and mew softly, scrubbing her face with her paw and snuggling back down into her mother's fur. He looked around and saw someone he had invited a while ago, he laughed as the young girl bounced to him, giving Umbriel a piece of spiced meat and a gift for himself, he opened it to see a snow globe and smirked, he had a gift for his friends and would need to give them theirs before the night was out. Though what surprised him most was a woman with white hair, she was rather beautiful by most standards, gave him a gift and said it was from her master, he hadn't the foggiest but nodded, speaking formerly, "I'm sure it's an honor to except such a gift, thank you, please feel free to help yourself to the food and drink, we've got ale and wine along with the finest meats from the livestock in Kellen along with some of their vegetables from their farms." He placed the gift on a table along with the snow globe he had gotten from Rin. He turned back to Kagiso and nodded, "Ah yes, Kagiso, I've got a gift for you." He pulled one of the people handing out wine and ale and whispered for the two gifts to get to him immediately. Vyse waited for a few moments before the man got back, handing him the two boxes, he gave the slimmer box to Kagiso, he hoped she liked the dress, he had guessed at her sizes but he had a good feeling he was correct, he had a pretty good spatial sense that he used to find chinks in armor or guess the size of a man who was wearing baggy clothes, he was pretty confident it would fit. He nodded to her, "Please open it, I must deliver another gift to my friend Rin who stopped by here earlier." He looked down to see Umbriel gnawing on the meat while her cubs started to tear into it, tumbling over each other like house cats. He set off across the room, hoping to find Rin quickly, only to be distracted by a table of older looking men telling stories, when he heard one end he felt the needed to share a small story, a summary of the time he killed a dragon. He stood next to the table and waited for a moment to chime in, "Well I've got a good story for you, it's about my time up in the Dragonspine." He went on to describe the day, a rather nice day that started with an easy ride and some sight seeing, he told them how he had met a friend on the road and took him upon his dire tigress, riding through the day until a fork appeared in the mountain passes, they had taken the wrong pass and were soon cornered by a large black scaled dragon that breathed fire hot enough to melt the stone beneath his feet. He spoke of how he had told his friend, Shan, to run as he battled the dragon himself, it was a long and grueling battle as he told them of how he wielded two blades and two maces to crack scales and slice muscle, he ended the tale with how he had killed it, he had grabbed it's jaws when it had tried to snap him up, and he had ripped the neck wide open by using the jaw's, sending it over the edge of the mountains. He let the men speculate about the story as they pleased, looking for his friend. He saw her soon enough, walking to her and showing her the present, a small gift box he knew contained a map, a map of areas with odd magical properties, properties that he knew some mages had been created to block something, it held six locations all over Chaon, but he knew Rin would have no trouble finding them and seeing if one of her pages was being hidden. Vyse smirked, "It might help you find pages that have been hidden by magical means, I've found a few cults of some sort and I don't know if they have any, but if you'd like you'll find their locations of their magical fortifications on the map. Also remember to come play with the kittens Umbriel has, I still need to name them and I'd be more then happy for any input." He walked away to let Rin revel in her present. He found himself by a noble who was starting to yell at a young drow woman, Vyse tapped the man's shoulder, "Excuse me, but at a Noclan Party we don't insult people, I invite my closest friends and then allow anyone to enter if they wish to have a good time, now the next time you choose to insult someone remember who killed a dragon... who got fourth place in the Summer Sun Tournament.. and who owes you a new knife?" He reached down to the man's jeweled knife, crushing the handle with his bare hand. The man fidgeted for a moment as Vyse spoke calmly, "Now please, enjoy the rest of your night." He saw the man shuffle away as he turned to the drow woman, "Please have a good time, if there is anything you need feel free to ask, also don't forget to go to the gift table and get a free gift." He knew most of the gifts were dried foods and toys, things for fun and things for play, it was a Noclan Party, and it would always be as such every year. He walked back to Umbriel, sitting back down, leaning onto Umbriel as he saw the last of the meat was being fought over by the cubs... he chuckled, "Adorable." ((OOC:There is no posting order, just don't post again until others have posted or if they haven't posted after 3 days.)) Edited by Vyse, Thu Dec 15, 2011 3:44 pm.
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| Kagiso | Thu Dec 15, 2011 7:28 am Post #8 |
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Kagiso did as she was told, leaving her crossbow next to Umbriel. The cat would hopefully know who owned the delicate instrument. She sat down, and carefully played with the kittens. It seemed like part of the job, plus the big lumps were awfully soft. Kagiso scratched her under the chin until it flopped over, beckoning for a belly rub. The marksman gave the cat what it wanted, keeping what amounted to a floor rug contented. None of the other guests seemed particularly interested in the big cats, but she couldn't blame them. Even house trained, animals like this were lethal. With a small cat Kagiso would be fine with allowing it onto her lap, but with a cat so large she had reason to fear their oversized claws. A long slim box drifted into her awareness. She glanced up at Vyse, and then down at the gift. It seemed unprofessional, but then she realized it was probably just her end of year bonus delivered in a more personalized form. She went to simply rip the ribbon off before realizing it was soft and not a paper product. Kagiso undid the red ribbon slowly, making sure not to harm it. It was certainly better than the linen hair ties she normally used! Then she looked into the box. It was a dress, attractive, sleek and black. With incredible care she lifted it, making sure not to catch the eye of one of the tiger cubs. For a moment she paused. Then her eyes widened, and were immediately directed upon the moving form of Vyse. Her cheeks flushed a little at not only the richness of the cloth but the choice of gifts. Noclan was a bachelor! With just as much care she put the dress back in the box. She closed the lid and promptly placed it next to her crossbow. He slowly returned, and she decided on a plan of action. "Why not name the female cub Anisah? In Istani it means good friend. There's also Asra, to pass by night. Now, why did you give me a dress, and why did you know my size?" Kagiso asked. On one hand she didn't want to cause problem or dramatics, but on the other she felt like a fish out of water. Kagiso tried her hardest to avoid attention, and suddenly here she was confronted with the idea that someone could actually find her attractive. She had never thought more than idly about her looks or even much on whether she had a good personality. It could still be an honestly good gesture, but Kagiso had some worries, especially considering he had gotten the cute little blonde thing a map. |
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| Rin | Sat Dec 17, 2011 5:54 pm Post #9 |
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Rin had not yet managed to find anyone else to deliver a present to, which was annoying but somewhat expected. She knew that Nkiruka and Zaki were both very busy women and probably wouldn't take the time out of their schedule to visit such a small gathering, but she had still hoped that one of them would make it here tonight. She still carried her bag of gifts slung around one shoulder, but after realizing that she knew no one else here the girl focused on meeting as many new people as possible. She bustled from table to table, delivering her typical greeting to the gathered men and women. "Hello! My name is Rinrae, but you should call me Rin!" She would usually follow this greeting by pulling out some brand of Midwinter candy from the bag and flinging it at the table before rushing off to the next gathering. Her strange, almost frenzied behavior elicited laughter from the guests, several of them reaching out to stop the girl and speak with her some more. She had just finished a captivating story about fighting a mechanical minotaur in a desert labyrinth when Vyse found her once more, giving his own gift to the construct. Her eyes widened when she realized the importance of the map he had given her. It showed her all of the possible locations where a page could be hidden from her senses! "Oh, thank you Vyse! Thank you so much! This is amazing!" She flung her arms around the merchant, squeezing him in a tight hug before returning her attention to the map, instantly memorizing the coordinates of each of the magic-dampening areas. Although her ability to sense the Grimoire's pages were not technically magical in nature, she had found that anti-magic also canceled out the abilities the tome had granted her, making her job much more difficult. "This is the best present!" The construct wandered back over to the fireplace, still poring over the map. She didn't notice the woman standing there until she almost bumped into her. Rin quickly hopped back, looking up and beaming at the woman/. "Hello! My name is Rinrae, but you should call me Rin!" She reached into her bag and pulled out a curved puiece of candy that was called a candy staff or something and pushed it into the woman's hands before realizing that Umbriel was surrounded by dire tiger cubs. She squealed in excitement and knelt down besides one of the young cats, petting at its fluffy fur with an expression of amazement. "Umbriel! You're a mother!" She giggled as the 'kitten' batted at her arm, purring playfully. |
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| Jinjo | Sun Dec 18, 2011 3:52 pm Post #10 |
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True enough Jinjo had never set food on a place quite so... Interesting as Cascadia. A true sight it was to behold, an island floating high into the air, accessible to only those who had the money or the ability to fly up there. He found it a good place, easily defensible and the enemies that might actually dare to attack it would no doubt be aerial, easy enough to shoot out of the air at the hands of a skilled archer. Of course, Jinjo knew this only because he had a chat with an archer before making his way up to the wonder of this great world. So of course his mind set to one thing in particular after his heavy boot met with its sturdy ground, something that also surprised him about it to no end. He had also heard from the archer abuout a party being held by some sort of businessy group. Jinjo thought that he should check it out since it could be a good way to find work. Often people could get drunk and do silly things like hiring a bodyguard so that they could pass out in the floor without worry. A sad thing that this was often what Jinjo found but then again it had always been his choice to frequent taverns, since he just couldn't resist a good ae or a good brawl. Usually one led to the other, not always the ale first. Sometimes it was ale, then fighting and then ale again, and that was what Jinjo preferred... However he didn't find that at this party so far, and he had no intention of wrecking things just to sate that niceity for fighting. HE shrugged the thought away, moving past some people with a drink in hand, looking around and scourig the crowd for whoever it was might be in charge of organizing this party or even who might have been this so-called owner of whatever this business was. He had questions, and Jinjo of course wanted them to be answered before his window of oppertunity ran out. |
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| Vyse | Sun Dec 18, 2011 6:37 pm Post #11 |
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Vyse scratched his chin, it was odd for people to question why he gave gifts, though he expected her to ask how he knew her size, he smirked, "I thought anyone could look at someone and know the rough size of a person's body, I had to use some insight on the size of your arms and the bagginess of your clothes, I was hoping my guess was right. As for why... I thought it would look nice on you, and I got all kinds of gifts for people and I wasn't sure on a practical gift for you, so I got you a dress instead." He felt the sole male cub swat at his shoes as he chuckled, picking him up and looking him in the eyes, the cub swatting at his nose, adorable. He put the cub down, nodding, "So the females will be named Anisa and Asra... but the male needs a name, a strong name." He heard a familiar voice as a blond blur went past him to Umbriel and the cubs, "Ah, Rin, you noticed the cubs, the two females are Ansia and Asra, but I'm stumped on a name for the male, would you care to name him? Oh, I also need to make an announcement, one moment please." He stood up to address the party, "Hello everyone, I hope you are having a good evening, please take a present if you haven't gotten one yet, remember one per family and another one per child! Now please get your gifts quickly, the main meal is coming soon, it's roasted wild boar, now please enjoy the rest of the night." Vyse sat back down and looked to Rin and Kagiso, "So, any suggestions for the male cub?" |
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| Emery | Mon Dec 19, 2011 1:37 am Post #12 |
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Emery eyed a fat man in rich robes who constantly glanced over at her. She recognized the look from many other inns and homes she'd managed to infiltrate or guilt people into letting her stay. It was one of hatred, of prejudice born not from knowing her personally, but from deciding that her skin color meant she was drow and, therefore, she was also a whole host of negative personality flaws. She hoped he would simply stay with his group of acquaintance and badmouth her from a distance, leaving her alone with the cup of hot cider she acquired. But, no, he decided that mere looks and gossip weren't enough. After all, she was small and alone. She was an easy target. Now she wished she'd slipped into a group of chatters just so it seemed she had allies to back her up. "I must say," the man said to her, his tone suggesting he was cultured, "I never expected one of your kind here." Emery said nothing. She stared into her cider cup, fuming. "Considering that whole mess with one of your mad matrons in the Darklands, I'm rather shocked one of you would try to infiltrate the Merchant Noclan's Midwinter party, though I suppose I shouldn't be shocked you don't know what Midwinter is, hm? Has nothing to do with spiders and the like." Old memories of grand Midwinter festivals with her mother paraded through her mind. She clutched her cup even tighter. "I would suggest you not try anything with Noclan, little girl. He killed a dragon once with his bare hands. Has a song being written about it and everything. In fact, it'd be best if you got yourself away from here entirely, if you value your black skin." She kept her rage in check, but barely. How dare this man simply assume she was drow based on her ears and skin? How dare he speak this way to her? She should get away from this excrement, inform the host about him, and enjoy the pleasure of seeing him tossed out! Except...she had infiltrated this party. She wasn't a guest, and she didn't know how close this man was to this Noclan - oddest family name she's ever heard. As much as she'd love to, she couldn't flick this man across the room, or flatten his nose across his fat face. It would be best if she left now before she was forced to go. At least she could try to fill her pockets with as much food as she could... "I am not a drow," she said aloud. She was going to ensure that point went across before she egressed. "Please!" the fat man said. "You're not even hiding it! Slaving, murdering bastards, you aren't even smart enough to wear a disguise beyond a hood. I'm shocked the lot of you manage to hold as much influence as you do. Now, if I had any say in it, I'd round up every last one of you and -" "Excuse me, but at a Noclan Party we don't insult people," A voice interrupted. Emery looked up to see the four armed man who'd been playing with the tigers near the fire. "I invite my closest friends and then allow anyone to enter if they wish to have a good time," he continued, keeping the fat man from continuing his rant, or even attempt an explanation. "Now, the next time you choose to insult someone remember who killed a dragon... who got fourth place in the Summer Sun Tournament.. and who owes you a new knife?" A cracking sound was heard, and the fat man and Emery looked down to see the pommel of the man's knife falling out of the tiger man's hand in powdery pieces. "Now please, enjoy the rest of your night." The fat man scurried away. The tiger man turned and smiled at Emery, not a hint of fear or hatred in his eyes at seeing her skin tone. "Please have a good time," he said to her. "if there is anything you need feel free to ask. Also, don't forget to go to the gift table and get a free gift." "Thank you," She said as he returned to the fire and the tigers. She smiled and blushed a bit. From the dragon story he and the fat man talked about, it seemed the tiger man was the Noclan throwing this party. She felt herself fully relax. The host of the party himself had greeted her and offered her a gift, or at least told her she could have one from the table covered in brightly packaged food and toys. She stood up. She didn't need to hide in the corner now. If anyone objected to her presence, she only needed to point out that the four armed man with the tigers had no issues with her being here. So she stood and wandered through the party, listening but never joining in conversations. It was enough to slowly flit across the room, like a bee between gossiping flowers, to the small table of gifts Noclan pointed out. Her common sense told her she should choose some of the food, which looked like it was dried to last a long time. However...there was also a doll that caught her eye. She was stuffed with something soft, with long dark, curly yarn hair, delicate stitched on features, and a white dress the sparked in the candlelight. It reminded her a bit of her mother, and a bit of a beautiful dress she once had herself, long ago. After some thought, she took the doll, but also grabbed a bag of dried fruit to hide under her cloak. Wandering back into the party, she looked over the outfits of the other guests with envy. She could claim to be a monk, but she still looked ragged in her robes. One tall thin woman seemed to stand out for the young elf. She wore a white dress over her light skin. Her hair was as white as her dress, which looked expertly hand stitched, and here eyes were a fetching dark grey. She also looked a bit lost, not having attached herself to anyone at the party. She seemed a safe enough person to strike up a conversation with. "Hello, miss," She said, giving a small bow. "My name is...Sister Emery. 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| Graham Sideas | Mon Dec 19, 2011 5:02 pm Post #13 |
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Most of the mingling from the pair had been from Phillip who, beyond having barely been into adulthood when he died, was actually quite skilled at socializing. The undead had to admit she was quite impressed with the servant. It seemed since he could not fight akin to the rest of them, the lad had learned what he could; speech-craft. 'Gwyneth' kept to herself while the ghost went about his business, gathering with the living to make his way through the more prestigious of the town. While it looked like socialization, those who listened could hear directions he would go when he was speaking to one person at a time. Those who had power in Cascadia found themselves speaking to a representative of a very powerful man, one who's followers gained much of the power that he did if they proved themselves worthy. Who else thought themselves more worthy then the rich and the powerful? It seemed this would be more profitable then simply making contact with the merchant, Noclan. Gwyneth barely noticed as the young looking elf made her way over, though the words were heard immediately. Her purple eyes narrowed a bit as she examined the elf, a smile crossing her face at the compliment. She curtsied, nodding her head, "My thanks, monk. My master ensures that I have only the best when I leave for business, to ensure the impression I make is as impressive as he needs it to be. I must ask, how is one who looks so young a monk?" It wasn't uncommon, to be sure, at least not where she was from. Monks could be any age, being allowed into certain orders early, but even beyond that it was a rarity, and a curiosity. The young were often the young and skilled, as it were. The analytical side of the undead's mind began going at work, examining the elf for what she was. The shade of skin wasn't quite right for a drow, at least none of the ones that had been on her table. The thin and frail body spoke of a lack of a drow uprising, women in that society often being very strong. The weak didn't last long amongst their people. Runaways didn't last long in the underdark, either, as it were. With a smile, she turned her head, "Where are you from, monk? The look of you and the hints of your race speaks of somewhere not akin to what little of your heritage belongs to the drow. You don't look remarkably old, even by elvish standards, and your build speaks of an upbringing quite unlike those you would find in your ancestor's homelands." She pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "My apologies, I believe that was a bit forward. I fear my master's blunt speech patterns are beginning to wear off on me. I fear that isn't too forward of a question, is it?" She smiled again, Phillip nodding behind the two and holding out his arms to indicate the two ladies should have a seat. Gwyneth nodded her approval of the young ghost and took a seat, motioning for the girl to join her. |
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| Kagiso | Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:00 pm Post #14 |
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A perky young blonde greeted Kagiso, handing her a candy stick. Kagiso dutifully put it in her mouth, and answered. "I'm Kagiso Cha'ne. It is nice to meet you, Rinrae." She kept to the formal, full name. The girl was a friend of Vyse's, which no doubt meant she was someone more dangerous than she looked. Vyse accepted her names and Kagiso nodded, and thought quietly on a name for the male. "Raja, hope. I think it sounds sufficiently regal," Kagiso said, barely audible over the crowd. She glanced back to the dress in the box. Her own dress, while serviceable, probably wasn't nearly as nice. Most of the crowd were dressed up far better than her! "I'm going to try on the dress in the office, Vyse." Kagiso said. She bowed and slipped through the crowd, trying her hardest to avoid being touched. Kagiso closed and locked the door to the office. She laid out the dress, stared at it for a moment, then put it on. It was surprisingly difficult to put on an actual, expensive dress. All of her old clothes were inexpensive but rugged. The experience of something made entirely for looks was a foreign one to her. A slight blush tinged her cheeks as she mussed with the bow tying the dress around her neck, making sure it was secure. She walked back out, her gait slightly stiff. "Its nice." Kagiso murmured to Vyse. She nodded to Rinrae, and began comparing the quality of their dresses. But only for a moment. |
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| Emery | Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:04 pm Post #15 |
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"Oh, it's all right," Emery said, sitting next to the woman. "And, ah, I'm not actually a full monk yet. I'm still an initiate. I'm sorry for not being clear." Things were going well for Emery. She'd managed to find a rather kind woman to speak with, even if she was rather blunt. And she was here in proxy of her master. That might prove helpful for her. The woman's master obviously trusted her enough to represent him or her at this social event, which meant of Emery could get in her good graces, she might have a long term solution as far as shelter went, along with some protection. She'd need to learn more about this master, of course. She didn't want to find herself in the clutches of some deranged pervert. "In truth, I'm rather glad that you noticed I'm not drow, though I do have some in my ancestry. It can be rather annoying to be surrounded by people who make quick assumptions. I'm from, ah, a small monastery in the mountains where I was raised. I'm on a small pilgrimage to, well, do good and help others, though I'm more exploring whether I want to be a monk. It was all I've known before I began traveling, and the world is far bigger than what I'm used to." The tale sounded good to Emery's ears, and it was true enough that she could fill in any details the woman asked about. "This is quite a nice party," She said, slowly shifting the topic. "It must be a nice change of pace from your regular duties Miss...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." |
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