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Post by ShyDivinity on May 22, 2006 16:42:56 GMT 8
For an elemental from the frozen realm of Pinquelek, she was dressed almost scantily. A tailed vest that hides nothing of her brown top or her pale tattooed abdomen and her slip, resembling more like a loin cloth than a skirt, hangs precariously upon her slender waist. Ignoring the constant lewd remarks aimed at her person, she continues to occupy the rickety stool, enjoying the cup of tea that she had come to relish. A glance around the bustling tavern was issued every now and again, nodding to a tune playing in her head. Yet this time, the deep drawl drew her attention, though she allowed her glance to proceed as before, before finally settling upon the tall humanoid leaning against the very bar she was seated at. Lavender eyes recedes as they travel from his boots to his waist, where the blades were seen protruding like sore thumbs, to his broad shoulder and then finally resting on the back of his heard. His features suggested that he would be an elf but for his muscular built. A smirk dared to grace her lips as she continues to watch his every movement. A half-elf? She has never come across one but from her studies, she knew of their existence. And something else about this very being intrigued her so. Could it be because it was rare that she came across this special race? She shrugged it off before a blink ensued; she could have sworn that he glanced her way for a moment. But then again, she could have imagined it.
Rose? What peculiar language, she would muse. And she was equally returning his stare, feasting unabashed upon his handsome features. But once the aroma of the newly crushed leaves entered her dainty nostrils, eyes swiftly sought the tankard it was brewing in, inhaling the sweet scent deeply, and eyelids half closing in ecstasy. “Ah..” She would sigh, allowing eyes to feast upon his face once again, offering a smile. “I have no idea what you meant by that..” A hand rose to press fingers upon the polished surface of the bar, before drumming them slowly. “I see that you are fond of the beverage too. Tea, I mean.” A blush would rise unto pale cheeks, for his stare did not falter. “I.. uhm.. have journeyed from far to find it. The tea.” She nodded, finding it harder to control her breathing, wisp of cold vapor escaping.
yours, my rose... else it would seem that you have become a victim of the more, 'shadowy' sorts of patrons we have here." His hand held the item to her while his other slipped into his pocket, returning to view with several silver coins. His eyes looked to the man that had asked for the tabs, "for my and the lady rose here, she seems to have had a meeting with one of your... less than sterling customers." It wasn't long before the exchange was made and his attention returned to you.
She listens intently as he speaks, gaze has fallen to rest upon his lips; watching with fascination as they moved with every syllables. Again the word fell from his sensuous mouth, that peculiar reference; Rose. My Rose. Lavender eyes widening slightly as he stooped; upper body bending to retrieve what seems to be her belonging. A soft gasp ensued as she reaches out to accept the now light pouch. “Strange..” She mutters quietly, brow furrowing as she slips the matter into a hidden pocket in her revealing outfit. “I was not aware..” She pauses, returning her eyes to the strange looking elf; not that she has ever the pleasure of seeing one up close. But from what she gathered from people who have, the Elven populace is of slender make. This one however is much more; human. She nods slowly, averting her eyes, mumbling quietly, a little confused. “Thank you.”
"No matter, dear rose," he told her amidst a smile as he leaned against the countertop once again. He stood but a few inches below six feet with green-tinted eyes that rivaled the colors of even the deepest jungles of Kemen's domain. The elven-kin himself seemed to bare no traces upon his soul and spirit to align him the Yalar and seasons, an increasingly strange oddity in such a place as this. Was it not that every life upon this realm's world was in some way touched by the hands of the Yalar? Regardless, that enchanting smile never faded from his lips, lips that spoke in colorful phrases along with an exotic accent that was more than likely new to her ears. "I wonder though, as to who this kind and wonderous blossom of life is, how she had come to this small, quaint place deep within the middle of a War. Alone no less! Surely there must have been one or two to accompany such an exquisitly delicate being, yet none I see and not a blemish upon a single petal of yourself. Save perhaps the purse, but even a little pruning now and then can prove to be a healthy thing. Was is illness that you had lost your guards to? An ambush with would-be kidnappers envious of your beauty who desired to claim you as their own? Certainly there must be a story to tell, lady rose."
She blinked as he continued to entice her with words she had never heard before; though endearing they seemed to her alien ears. A glance was issued, capturing his emerald gaze with lavender ones; offering a little smile. “I am not too sure of what you are inquiring, uhm.. What is your name?” She would ask without thinking, tilting her head slightly as she regards the tall elf; taller than most elves from the look of him. “I am Nym-niire. And I suppose you would have guessed by now that I am not from your side of the world.” A soft chuckle emanates from blue tinged tiers. The young apprentice shifted, raising a hand unto the bar to support her petite frame as she leans; touching her tattooed side against the wooden matter. “I am here to explore.” She continues, tap tapping fingers slowly on the polished surface, offering the smile once again. “Yes, to explore. Being a stranger to this realm, I tend to lose focus on things therefore losing belongings along the way. I am curious by nature, you see.” She chuckled yet again, finding it rather humorous than anything. “So no, I wasn’t a victim of ambush or anything. Merely a wanderer. Yes, a wanderer”. She would repeat, as if to re-assert the fact, hoping he won’t inquire of the manner of her travel.
he were about to speak again but was impolitely interrupted by a short, fairly squat humanoid who tapped him on the back. The half-elf sighed and turned around enough to gaze upon his approacher; before 'Kendric' had gotten words out, the other being had spoke, "you are late on your delivery, Waylin. Tell me that I have not wasted my time in hiring you, I'm sure there be a dozen hands in this damned city I ken ask to do the job." The half-elf's prior, cheery disposition faded in an instant and was replaced by a momentary scowl. Shaking his expression clear, he glanced back to Nym, "pardon the intrusion, my rose." A reply was interjected again by the squat fellow, "now, are ye' going ta get me what I hired you fer' o not?" <c>Hands reached into a small pack strapped behind himself, feeling about for an item and sealing the bag shut once he had taken it from the container. It appeared to be a strange sort of chalice, a little tarnished - it didn't seem very valuable, but perhaps rather old. "I have never let you down before, sir... now, I do not appreciate the terrible things you have said about my abilities, especially in the presence of such a beautiful woman." He folded his arms around his chest, "now, I accept your apology and would gladly like if I could have the privacy I had hoped of finding here." The other male seemed to grumble something, yet still exchanged a few shimmering gems of obvious value with the half-elf before turning to leave. Another sigh before he was finally able to return focus to Nym.
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Post by kiriouskayno on May 23, 2006 2:44:35 GMT 8
(Seems like you had accidentially missed a few lines here and there. I've pieced it together during my lunch break, this should be everything we had started)
A figure garbed in blackened leather clothing leaned against the tavern's bartop just beside her. For a moment she could have sworn there was contact, but a quick glance towards the newcomer showed what appeared to be a male in conversation with a party a little further beyond him. His back remained to Nym's facing while he laughed, ultimately turning enough to face the portly human behind the bar wiping dry a glass with a dirtied rag. It was then that she finally got a look of his face. Somewhat angular, defined and chiseled features that constructed his face; his ears came to a prominent point, perhaps not quite that of most elves which lead to the belief that his blood may not have been as 'pure' as some. His smile was deathly charismatic, one of those wry grins that demanded attention; but it was his voice that seemed to spark the most noticeable drawing of Nym's attention. He wasn't loud or boisterous in any way, yet his words forced her for a moment to ignore the sounds and hustle around, despite that he was speaking to someone else in whole. Strangely, her eyes were drawn to him and she would find herself looking him over for weapons, locating a rapier at one hip and a lengthy dagger strapped to his calf. So far, he didn't seem to pay her any attention, yet she couldn’t seem to keep him from being her own center of focus.
For an elemental from the frozen realm of Pinquelek, she was dressed almost scantily. A tailed vest that hides nothing of her brown top or her pale tattooed abdomen and her slip, resembling more like a loin cloth than a skirt, hangs precariously upon her slender waist. Ignoring the constant lewd remarks aimed at her person, she continues to occupy the rickety stool, enjoying the cup of tea that she had come to relish. A glance around the bustling tavern was issued every now and again, nodding to a tune playing in her head. Yet this time, the deep drawl drew her attention, though she allowed her glance to proceed as before, before finally settling upon the tall humanoid leaning against the very bar she was seated at. Lavender eyes recedes as they travel from his boots to his waist, where the blades were seen protruding like sore thumbs, to his broad shoulder and then finally resting on the back of his heard. His features suggested that he would be an elf but for his muscular built. A smirk dared to grace her lips as she continues to watch his every movement. A half-elf? She has never come across one but from her studies, she knew of their existence. And something else about this very being intrigued her so. Could it be because it was rare that she came across this special race? She shrugged it off before a blink ensued; she could have sworn that he glanced her way for a moment. But then again, she could have imagined it. "Silly.." She whispers to none but herself.
The figure leaned forwards enough to set his elbow upon the countertop and rest his chin within his open palm. Eyes darted to and from as he waited for the portly man to finally bring him a glass of simmering honey mead. He slipped a hand into a small pouch upon his hip to procure several green leaves; tea leaves from the sight of them. Fingers crushed them into almost a powder that he sprinkled into the glass and swirled around with a small metal sthingy. A sigh had escaped his lungs as he rose the warm drink to his lips to partake in the delicate taste and aroma. It was then that he had turned enough to glance over his shoulder and then gaze over the side of her standing. Though only a moment at first, he had looked her head to toe in passing... it was the second glance that was more obvious, especially when it lingered to the point of nearly staring. An eyebrow perked while the glass was still held to his lips; the greens of his eyes slowly drawing in the deliciousness of her image. A smile had begun to build and it was that same wry grin she had spotted once he had lowered the glass at the end of his drink. "Well are I not the lucky one this evening to be graced with such a beautifully delicate rose. May I inquire as to if this perfect flower has thorns?"
Rose? What peculiar language, she would muse. And she was equally returning his stare, feasting unabashed upon his handsome features. But once the aroma of the newly crushed leaves entered her dainty nostrils, eyes swiftly sought the tankard it was brewing in, inhaling the sweet scent deeply, and eyelids half closing in ecstasy. "Ah.." She would sigh, allowing eyes to feast upon his face once again, offering a smile. "I have no idea what you meant by that.." A hand rose to press fingers upon the polished surface of the bar, before drumming them slowly. "I see that you are fond of the beverage too. Tea, I mean." A blush would rise unto pale cheeks, for his stare did not falter. "I.. uhm.. have journeyed from far to find it. The tea." She nodded, finding it harder to control her breathing.
Ah, a connoisseur of the finer things in life," he mentioned, fingers slipping once again into the pouch within his pack. He withdrew several leaves; each one though similar in shape, bore a varied color from one another in clear notice as he set them side-by-side upon the counter. "I boast that none have traveled the world as much as I, and though regrettably, I cannot say that I traveled it for the tea, I had made it a point in fact to sample the tastes and smells of each regions finest examples of both leaf and flower," came his oddly colorful words as another grin passed his lips prior to a following sip of his tea-flavored mead. Those eyes never seemed to leave her and his words didn't shake a step; he held no apprehension in this confrontation, no hesitation, no fear. Who was this terribly peculiar helf-elf? Why did it seem to hard to pry attention away from him? Despite the best efforts to detect, there was strangely no magic that seemed to swirl about in evidence of spell or hexing... surely an explanation must exist! "Each leaf bears a story, my delicate rose, a tale of worlds beyond the Great Seas on lands quite distant from this tavern," he had continued before the portly man behind the counter approached to ask both he and her for their tabs as closing hour was not far beyond. The half elf perked a brow again, glancing first to the man and then to the floor just beside Nym's feet. "Hmm?" he seemed to ask as he crouched down, fingers retrieving a small leather pouch that seemed to hold a very striking familiarity to it. It was her coin purse! "I do not hope this is yours, my rose... else it would seem that you have become a victim of the more, 'shadowy' sorts of patrons we have here." His hand held the item to her while his other slipped into his pocket, returning to view with several silver coins. His eyes looked to the man that had asked for the tabs, "for my and the lady rose here, she seems to have had a meeting with one of your... less than sterling customers." It wasn't long before the exchange was made and his attention returned to her.
She listens intently as he speaks, gaze has fallen to rest upon his lips; watching with fascination as they moved with every syllables. Again the word fell from his sensuous mouth, that peculiar reference; Rose. My Rose. Lavender eyes widening slightly as he stooped; upper body bending to retrieve what seems to be her belonging. A soft gasp ensued as she reaches out to accept the now light pouch. "Strange.." She mutters quietly, brow furrowing as she slips the matter into a hidden pocket in her revealing outfit. "I was not aware.." She pauses, returning her eyes to the strange looking elf; not that she has ever the pleasure of seeing one up close. But from what she gathered from people who have, the Elven populace is of slender make. This one however is much more; human. She nods slowly averting her eyes, mumbling quietly, a little confused. “Thank you.”
"No matter, dear rose," he told her amidst a smile as he leaned against the countertop once again. He stood but a few inches below six feet with green-tinted eyes that rivaled the colors of even the deepest jungles of Kemen's domain. The elven-kin himself seemed to bare no traces upon his soul and spirit to align him the Yalar and seasons, an increasingly strange oddity in such a place as this. Was it not that every life upon this realm's world was in some way touched by the hands of the Yalar? Regardless, that enchanting smile never faded from his lips, lips that spoke in colorful phrases along with an exotic accent that was more than likely new to her ears. "I wonder though, as to who this kind and wondrous blossom of life is, how she had come to this small, quaint place deep within the middle of a War. Alone no less! Surely there must have been one or two to accompany such an exquisitely delicate being, yet none I see and not a blemish upon a single petal of yourself. Save perhaps the purse, but even a little pruning now and then can prove to be a healthy thing. Was it illness that you had lost your guards to? Was it an ambush with would-be kidnappers envious of your beauty that desired to claim you as their own? Certainly there must be a story to tell, lady rose."
She blinked as he continued to entice her with words she had never heard before; though endearing they seemed to her alien ears. A glance was issued, capturing his emerald gaze with lavender ones; offering a little smile. "I am not too sure of what you are inquiring, uhm.. What is your name?" She would ask without thinking, tilting her head slightly as she regards the tall elf; taller than most elves from the look of him. "I am Nym-niire. And I suppose you would have guessed by now that I am not from your side of the world." A soft chuckle emanates from blue tinged tiers. The young apprentice shifted, raising a hand unto the bar to support her petite frame as she leans; touching her tattooed side against the wooden matter. "I am here to explore." She continues, tap tapping fingers slowly on the polished surface, offering the smile once again. "Yes, to explore. Being a stranger to this realm, I tend to lose focus on things therefore losing belongings along the way. I am curious by nature, you see." She chuckled yet again, finding it rather humorous than anything. "So no, I wasn't a victim of ambush or anything. Merely a wanderer. Yes, a wanderer". She would repeat, as if to re-assert the fact, hoping he won't inquire of the manner of her travel.
He seemed strangely attentive as she spoke, as if his mind was trying to play over a thousand possibilities of how fate or chance could have brought her to this small, though rather rough little spot in the world. The half-elf gave a nod as he listened, coming to introduce himself as she came to a pause, "I suppose you can call me 'Kendric' if you would like." His eyes looked her over again from head to toe, the gesture wasn't completely discernable if it was for acquaintances sake or perhaps for pleasure. Never the less, he kept his smile and continued, "a lover of fine drinks and a traveler all in one! By the gods I thought I were the only soul upon this green land who was. You are a blessing, rose, possibly one that I am not worthy of but do forgive me for trying." He had seemed as if he were about to speak again but was impolitely interrupted by a short, fairly squat humanoid who tapped him on the back. The half-elf sighed and turned around enough to gaze upon his approached; before 'Kendric' had gotten words out, the other being had spoke, "you are late on your delivery, Waylin. Tell me that I have not wasted my time in hiring you, I'm sure there be a dozen hands in this damned city I ken ask to do the job." The half-elf's prior, cheery disposition faded in an instant and was replaced by a momentary scowl. Shaking his expression clear, he glanced back to Nym, "pardon the intrusion, my rose." A reply was interjected again by the squat fellow, "now, are ye' going ta get me what I hired you fer' o not?"
Hands reached into a small pack strapped behind him, feeling about for an item and sealing the bag shut once he had taken it from the container. It appeared to be a strange sort of chalice, a little tarnished - it didn't seem very valuable, but perhaps rather old. "I have never let you down before, sir... now, I do not appreciate the terrible things you have said about my abilities, especially in the presence of such a beautiful woman." He folded his arms around his chest, "now, I accept your apology and would gladly like if I could have the privacy I had hoped of finding here." The other male seemed to grumble something, yet still exchanged a few shimmering gems of obvious value with the half-elf before turning to leave. Another sigh before he was finally able to return focus to Nym.
Nym-Niire watched the transaction with interest; eyes widening for a few stolen moment before thick lashes lower to hide violet orbs as chin drops. Feigning ignorance of their conversation, she slowly twirls the tankard, watching the tea leaves stirs with absent interest; ears perking as bits of information become clear to her senses. So he's a thief? Her mind would muse, causing a smirk to tug at corners of luscious lips. A master thief from the looks of things and the way he moves. Her mind would muse yet again. Oh, For the love of Seldarine. She shifted quietly in her seat, watching as the item changes hand and his ensuing words. "How quaint," a whisper emanated as the tankard was raised to touch blue tinged lips. She sips slowly, keeping her eyes lowered until he returns his attention back to her; the tankard was once again placed upon the counter top. "So, what is it that you do, Kendric?" Soft syllables flow from moistened lips before a smile was offered.
The small, stocky humanoid beside the half elf interrupted, "Kendrick? This 'ere lad's name be Waylin; an' I wouldn't be trustin' no more 'den half a' what comes out of his lips, lass." The thief's eyes rolled as a sigh escaped his lungs just moments before the unexplainable occurred. In the stocky being's mid-preparation to speak again, the taller half-elf seemed to vanish! There were no swirlings of mana, no echoes of spell casting; then how did he seem to disappear from under the eyes of both Nym and the dwarf of a man that had joined? The stocky fellow backed away, eyes glancing every direction in a frantic search as his hands gripped tightly upon the small, single handed warhammer at his side, "oi 'dere be foul magics about this one, I knew it were a bad idea ta' be dealin' with him." THe dwarf's eyes looked to the water-elemental, "you better be runnin' from here, lass. I thnk it would be for..." oddly then, he stopped speaking and began to stagger around, clutching at his throat. Stranger still, a hand was felt upon your shoulder! A quick glance across would meet with the currently expressionless half-elf as the dwarf continued to flail about failing to even gasp for breath. A few eyes looked over towards the spectacle as the stocky male fell to his knees and paled in color of his skin and began to blue upon the lips. It wasn't perhaps half a minute before he fell face first upon the ground and came to a deathly stillness. Without a sign of compassion, the half elf stepped forwards and seized the large tankard that the other male was drinking and poured the heavily alcoholic remainder of the contents upon the dwarf's head and the floor around him. Another action of his hand returned the tankard to its place and sprinkled a few samplings of the various nuts that were set out as a snack for drinking customers. 'Kendrick', or 'Waylin', or whatever other name he had looked then back towards Nym, gesturing towards the stairwell that led to much more 'private' areas within the inn. "The poor fellow must have choked," he said without so much as a sign of wonder or apprehension, "pity. Perhaps you would be willing to continue our acquaintances and conversation in quieter quarters, my lovely rose?"
A gasp ensued as the man dropped onto the floor; lifeless it would seem by the ashen look upon his face. She would have moved to help but knew better than to meddle in the business of strangers. And dangerous ones at that. She shifted in her seat, touching the now cold tankard. "For Yalar's.." She begins to scold herself for letting the incident affect her so much that once again her favorite beverage has become frozen in its container. His voice came as tingle running down her back. Was it fear that she felt or merely anticipation for what is to come? Raising her eyes to capture his, she allow for a smile to erupt upon blue tinged lips. "I think.. erhm, tis better not to venture away from the warmth of the hearth" Chin would incline towards the small hearth, though keeping her eyes upon his. Of course it was farthest from the truth. She needs the fire like a river needing draught. Well, hopefully he won't notice what you really are, her mind would chide, causing a heave of breath to ensue. "Furthermore, I am not finished with my Tea". She continued, raising the frozen tea to her lips, pressing the cold matter tentatively upon soft tiers.
He seemed, if nothing else, disappointed in her decision and inclination towards desires to stay here within the common-room of the tavern. His shoulders made a brief shrug as he tried to play off the idea that it even bothered him. He was not at all certain as to her origins, nor her magical origins and life as an elemental. To say that this strange half-elf was not familiar with the ways of the realm would have been an understating. There was a story to it all, of course - though prying that tale from him could well prove to be a feat within its own. "Very well," he started with a brief, yet courteous nod, "I would suppose I am in no hurry." Nimbly, he hopped upon a stool beside the bar just a foot or so away from her position, "though, I would suggest that you sit a little closer to... the fire, else you'll be here all night waiting to drink that tea." A curious raise to his brow was offered at this point as he worked his mind in attempts to determine the strange possibilities that could have stolen the heat from her drink. It wasn't could in the inn by any means, but he didn't feel inclined to put too much thought into it anyhow.
Closer to the fire? Not in a million years will she ever subject herself to the torturous fire. Being in such close proximity with the scalding heat was enough to suffocate her. Now he's asking her to move closer? Shuddering, she tore her gaze away from the dancing flame. She shook her head then, placing the cold tankard upon the polished surface of the bar; cursing the frozen liquid for betraying her. "No need. I am done with the Tea for now" She shifts yet again, turning her body slightly to face the man-elf, determine to ask of his intention. She could feel the tension thickening between. Unlike her other Alu counterparts, she has very little patience when it comes to gathering information. And information she needs from this tall, alluring stranger whose auras are silently caressing her own. Lavender eyes widen as her knees brushes his thigh. "S..sorry about that." She started, pushing her knees back a little. "I am quite baffled, Kendric. Uhm.. whatever your name is. What happened to the little man?" Despite herself, she leaned closer to him, glancing about her cautiously before whispering. "Are you a thief and an assassin? I might be wrong, so I ask for you to bear with me here.. but why kill the hand that feeds? I mean, I saw.. Uhm.. yes, I saw him paying you and he mentioned about a job you did for him.. and therefore I'm wondering.." She stammers, pulling away as he words trailed away, fingers finding and patting the miniature staff hanging from the hem of her slip.
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Post by kiriouskayno on May 23, 2006 2:44:56 GMT 8
'Kendric' looked down towards the short, squatty dwarf upon the ground who had even still not shown sign of life nor movement since his sudden collapse. He gave a not-so-kind prod with his boot but was only returned with the resistance of either death or unconsciousness... it wouldn't be certain unless someone came closer to look. The strange part... was that no one seemed to care. The portly fellow of a barkeep didn't seem to even notice! It was almost as if everyone's eyes simply overlooked what sat right there in front of them. The half-elf finally replied, "I believe he choked on some nuts, probably tried to eat and drink at the same time." It didn't seem as if he was offering his thoughts on the matter, but rather, insisting that this was the truth. Her other questions were met with.. a bit more hesitation. 'Kendric' drew in a deepened breath before forming the words again to speak, "thieves are petty criminals who steal coin purses in the marketplace. Assassins... why, do you think that I am?" He rubbed his jaw for a moment in quiet contemplation, "an assassin I am not, beautiful rose. However, I am indeed a master of the Shadows... the darkness is my greatest ally and she smiles over me whenever I call her aid. I tend to think myself above thieves and criminals... my calling is a stronger one, a higher one indeed. Perhaps we could speak more on just what I am in another place, away from the ears and eyes of the common stock."
"Another place? Away from others?" She repeated in his suggestion as if she was in a trance. She must be mad for considering his proposal. Yet as fingers curled around the cylindrical matter, fingertips tracing its intricate carving absently, as if offering a prayer for guidance from the Gods, she nodded in agreement. "And where will that place be, pray tell?". She could not help it, for curiosity is her weakness. She rose to her feet abruptly, almost knocking back the stool she was seated upon; a petite figure clad in revealing clothes; her tattooed torso tightening in anticipation. "Well, if you will lead the way, Kendric. But no funny business, please. I wouldn't want to have to yell for people to come to my aide". She offers the threat in a cold tone, swallowing the lump in her throat; wisp of cold air escaping from dainty nostrils as she lift her chin.
The half elf leaned forwards a little after rising from his stool to whisper into her delicate ear, "if you ever need the aide to help you against me, I promise you, rose... you would not be able to yell for it." He was so close to her, and no matter how hard she tried to feel into his aura, tried to align him to a Yalar upon this world... he seemed impossible to fit! He still even now, gave no distinct aura aside from a somewhat shadowy emanation. Unnerving, if nothing else. He took a step from her to reset the distance to a somewhat more comfortable level, "there are more private areas of this inn just beyond the hall. I've a key no less." A gesturing hand pointed the direction behind her, "oh but come now, you've nothing to fear from me, right?"
With a smile, 'Kendric' led the curious elemental towards the privacy of the tavern's rooms with a steady and certain pace. Despite the dangers that always seemed to threaten life upon the world due to the constant warring of the Yalar, this one creature seemed either totally at peace with his surroundings or perhaps simpler, totally oblivious to it all. Oh what simple pleasure it must be to not have the threat of such worries on one's mind! Surely ignorance was bliss these days. Regardless, the half-elf reached one of the solid, shut doors that barred entrance to the room beyond. Rather than procuring a key as he had mentioned owning, he took out what appeared to be a sort of small dagger and positioned the hilt end of it squarely upon the lock. There was definitely magic about the weapon, the auras of the item radiated without shroud or hesitation to those who could see such things within the Weave. A click was heard, and 'Kendric' quietly slipped the small, useful weapon back into the confines of his clothing and leather armor. A twist of the handle opened the door to reveal a quaint room sparsely decorated. Dominating most of the room was a table, a seemingly formal dining setting from the look of it. Chairs surrounded the large, oaken circle and candles offered the room it's only source of faint illumination. "Plenty to discuss, I'm sure..." he said, waving towards the offered room, "after you."
She must be totally mad for agreeing. And now she finds herself standing before the solid door of wood make, staring subconsciously as warning bells rang in her head. She dared to glance at the man-elf, before slipping past his bulk to glide along the dimmed corridor. She could still hear the voices and laughter of the patrons. It was odd that no one seemed to taken any interest in them or the fact that there's a dead dwarven kin upon the filth riddled floor of the warm tavern. She shuddered lightly and crossed her slender pale arms across her naked abdomen, clearing her thought for a simple spell of agility should the man-elf proved to be more than what he appears to be. Not that he appears normal in her eyes. There is an aura of mystic surrounding him, one her young apprentice's mind could not decipher. And then there was that click, a soft sound yet it resounded deep into her mind. His voice, soft and melodious came soon after. What am I getting myself into? She chided to herself though footsteps were taken, crossing the threshold and entering the belly of the unknown. "Yes. Yes… there is much to be discussed,” was her only answer as she finds herself slipping onto the cold stool. At least the room's temperature soothes her.
With an aire of certainty, he allowed the door to close behind him while his feet carried him towards the window across the room. Hands pulled the portal open, allowing a shrill night's chill to slip into the close quarters. The helf-elven male drew in a heavy breath of the fresh air, eyes closed for a moment before he trailed away and approached the table to lean against a chair opposite from her seating, "Ahh, a quiet escape from the hustle and impersonabilities of the public. A retreat to simpler things and far better company, no less." His eyes rose to search our Nym's own, "I am pleased that you have joined me and am humbled to have the attentions of such a beautiful and delicate winter's bloom," came his flavored words while his form slipped quietly away from the chair to lead him on an approach. Fingertips gently graced across her shoulder as he passed her, "you see... there is something that I need. And you, my rose... I believe can provide me that." There was a strange sort of smile on his face and it wasn't at all clear and certain as to what he was implying. He spoke again, "I'm... not too familiar with this place. Furthermore, I am not exactly certain as to how I even came to be... here. You've an aura of magic about yourself, and I could certainly use someone of your..." he started as eyes drifted casually over her revealed and delicately exciting form, "...abilities."
Winter bloom. Has he come to realize her origin, finally? Or is it just his way to coax the truth from her. She began to shake her head but for the sudden rush of cold air around her seated form. Lavender eyes receded into slits as the cold brushes along her should and back. Or was it his gently touch she felt. Eyes would widen once again as she shifted in her seat, fingers tracing the miniature staff to reassure herself that she is able to protect herself from anyone. Not that he is just anyone, she had established that simply by his looks and built. Now that he had shown a little more of himself, she is convinced that he is more than just a half-elf. And from the way he blends almost perfectly with the gloomy interior, Nym was almost certain he possesses a certain degree of darkness wielding, if not being one with the very Darkness itself. His melodious voice weaved itself into the tresses of her mind, bringing her forth to their current affair. Oh, so this is the reason for this little rendezvous. He needed her help to.. what? Travel through space? Traversing worlds? She shook her head, trying to remain calm. Even if she could summon dimensional doors, she can't possible take him with her. It would pose a threat to the other side or worst; his presence may disrupt the whole mana flow of the parallel world. No, this could not be happening. She clears her throat as silently as possible. "And what, pray tell, do you want from me, exactly?
He surrendered himself to the comfortable embrace of a chair not too far from the table as he hiked his booted feet to rest upon another just within his reach. "I've come to never deal in the terms of 'exactly', rose... such things are for fools and dreamers," he told her as hands slipped to rest behind his head as he settled more into his seat. "You are the travelling sort, as am I. You wield magics, this much is easy to tell and see." A hand came back from behind his head and he pointed to the tiny staff she hid but kept at a hand's breath's distance. "Your wand there, your clothing, your eyes betray you more than the rest," he smiled a moment and again seemed to vanish from under her scrutinous eye. Not even a full second later, he whispered into her ear... he was behind her again! <c> kiriouskayno (5/17/2006 10:38:18 PM): "You seem to be caught in my appearance, the ears perhaps?" he started and paused, "I suppose I should be forward and say that yes, I carry elven blood. My lineage lays with that of humans and fey... it is this blood that allows me to glimpse the Weave. In short... I can 'see' magic, some times as well as you can see the flicker of this candle's flame." A hand reached for the burning candle and fingers pinched the wick and brought another layer of shadow across the room as the light faded to the dark. "I've come to learn of several little hamlets and villages, a city here and there over my extended stay in this place. Yet, I still feel that where this place truly is evades me to this day. For now, I would like to accompany you... to learn of the powers of this place. I can feel them... each one pulls the Weave in their own direction. Some yield more willingly to others, some seem to go beyond reason to fight it." He rubbed his chin again as he took another step back, "there is trouble brewing, no? Am I correct in I disagreeumptions of a War?"
Oh, for Yalar's sake! Must you be so mysterious? She shifts in her seat as the whisper trailed across her shoulder and into her waiting ear. Swiftly her eyes would roll, seeking emanation of his aura, finding none. Not that she expect to for ever since their first encounter earlier, she hadn't any luck of tracing one. A little emanation here and there but nothing solid. She heaves a steadying breath, placing cold palms upon the already cold surface of the table, watching absently as he took the life of the flame and rendering darkness to their surroundings. She listens as he speaks; taking notes of his where about although it proved to a harder task than she has anticipated. But then it only proves that one of her assumption was correct. He is a shadow wielder? And he dared to call her a magic wielder. What is shadow manipulation if not magic? A quiet snort ensued as she recalled the rogues littering the realm. Half-breeds who inherited combined powers from different elemental parents. Mutations of their powers sometimes lead to chaotic elements; such as lightning and shadows. Aye, shadows. She shook her head. "I do not know if I can help you, Kendric. For I am not of this region. As you may have already realized, I am of the Icy region of Pinquelek. This region is as much an alien land to you as it is to me." She pauses, watching him closely as he stepped back. "And you are correct. There is trouble brewing. War is upon us."
The mention of Pinquelek seemed to bring no recollection upon his expression, though as the moments continued, he seemed to smile and laugh quietly to himself about some unknown humor. Oh if only she knew his real name... there was irony in it. "Well then, if you will not be my guide, perhaps I can be the eyes that watch over your on your journeys then? Until a time where we can better find a way to assist one another, no? Surely you didn't travel here alone amidst a war! Are you certain that you had no other guards who had met an ill-timed fate? Or... are you a fickle rose, one laced with thorns that even prick a friendly hand? Perhaps you had slain your own guards and made an escape? Maybe you are not traveling, but fleeing? Oh dear rose... you entrap my interest in such ways I cannot even begin to understand!" Another step backwards faded him into the shadows again and hid him from the eye's perception. For a moment you could swear there was a hand grazed along your cool cheek, a breath against the tiny hairs upon your neck... "have I sparked your interest or your scorn? For whichever I have done," came a seemingly disembodied voice, "I would most love to see what sort of fires one such as yourself could create."
He nearly touched a nerve. Aye she was.. still is, a fugitive. But on her own accord. There is no bulletin or a scrap of warrant for the Alu force to search for her. Not that she is of any importance to the Force. But then again, she is a mage's apprentice, supposedly the chosen one to replace the aging Mage of Alu. She shook her head, feeling the feeling touch of his breath upon her skin. Rising to her feet, she ignored his words, alluring as they were, and took the few steps towards the gaping window. She breathe in the precious cold, feeling refreshed as the frosty air spreads along the tiny blood vessels surrounding her petite form. "I must confess, Kendric. Although we have species of elves in Phara' Sythalis and find some half-breeds.. You are quite wild and strange. I believe that you are not of this Magical realm" Another long heave of breath was taken as eyes roamed the darkened sky, seeking, hoping that she might have a glimpse of the stars beyond the slate. But it was purely wishful thinking. "Tell me, how did you come to reside here, in this world of elementals?" She turns slightly before continuing. "Why did you come here? What is it that you seek?" She heaves another breath. "I would imagine that there are quite a number of elementals you would have found along the way of your journeys. Why me?"
"Why not?" was his simple reply as he had appeared suddenly at her side, leaning his back against the wall just next to the open window. Arms remained folded across his chest at the given moment, eyes closed while he simply stood there without even the slightest hint of fear. Why did he not fear her? She was a magi of Alu! A sorceress who could command and summon the most freezing energies to assail her enemies! What could this magic-fled, elemental-free half-breed possibly believe to instill such confidence? Surely he was mad... insane... totally devoid of reason.
"There... was a little... 'accident' you see. A Gate, a few lightning bolts, a fireball or two. It was a misunderstanding for sure, a big one. Brought down the house, I'd say..." he stated, hiding a bout of laughter that seemed so badly to want to escape. Apparently there was a literal sense to the comment of 'bringing down the house'. Never-the-less, he continued, "I had figured there were two choices... one was to stay in the middle ground of two rather very angry magi, myself at the center of it all. Or... take my chances with a breaking Gate. Or sure I understand that my chances were better with the magi... the Gate could have thrown me straight into the Abyss or any one of the Nine Hells! It could have ripped me apart with it's swirling energies, thrown me straight into a sun... all sorts of quite unpleasant things. Still... I was feeling lucky that day, and I wasn't about to let two petty spell casters ruin an otherwise pleasant day." He paused, tapping his chin as he opened his eyes and looked to Nym, "I should have stayed lone enough to grab my payment, come to think of it." He shrugged, pushing away from the wall and walking to the middle of the room. "Phara' Sythalis you say? Never heard of the place before. I suppose what I seek..." he started with another pause, "is perhaps a way to return to my realm. Surely there must be a power on this world enough to do so... some artifact perhaps? I'd like to learn the lore and history of your world; you search for something, I may yet even be able to help you find what it is you seek also."
That is very interesting.." She nods slowly. So her assumptions were correct; he is not of this world. A perfect brow quirked as she comes to realize of his where about; she could almost hear his breathe. "How long have you stayed in the realm? You have come to blend in well, from the looks of things. One could mistake you for one of the locals." She could not help but to inject a hint of sarcasm. Well, he did look extremely at ease with the denizen of this world and at first glance she thought him as one of the half-elves found almost every town in the civilized kingdoms. Not that she has ever ran into one prior. She shrugs, pressing her flat abdomen against the cold metal sill, reveling in the coldness. "Hmm..coming back to your unfortunate arrival to this realm. Perhaps a powerful summoning Mage could assist. But only if the emanation of your realm can still be found and traced. "I do not believe I have anything to offer but to help you in finding said mage. However that too will not be an easy feat. Like I have said earlier, I, myself, am a stranger to this part of the realm". She decided that it is best not to prolong her encounter with this man-elf; this alien whose powers seems to grow by the minute. She shifted uneasily, crossing arms over her hardly covered chest.
A breath from his lips extinguished another candle and further increased the darkness that remained within the room. Another light was gone, and as the shadows crept their reaches further within the room, it became increasingly difficult to track and follow him. "Hmmm, I had hoped for a much more pleasant reception," he mumbled more to himself than to any other ears within the room. "I see the cold runs clear to your heart; no matter... I can understand if you are too weak, too much the amateur to undertake such an adventure. I wouldn't want to ask you of something that might bring you harm. I wouldn't want you to risk catching a fever or breaking one of those delicate fingernails," he said in a mocking tone. He again seemed to slip into the very shadows themselves and leave without a trace behind to prove otherwise; oh but he was near, she could feel him despite her lying eyes.
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