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| [O] A drink, an adventure | |
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| Raina | Thu Aug 20, 2015 2:24 am Post #1 |
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The rain drizzled down, streaking across the stone of the building she leaned against. Her cloak was pulled up over her head to keep the worst of it off her but she was outside for so long that she was still soaked to the bone. The humidity had finally broken with a rumble of thunder and a downpour of rain. Raina stood against a local tavern and sighed, breathing in the smell of the air and wetness. She wished that she could just … dance in the rain, run, smile, laugh, like she was a child again. Instead she needed work, needed gold, needed to push on to keep on surviving. Kanessa was stabled at a nearby inn and Semira, her shadow lynx, was lurking somewhere in the city. For now Raina was alone. She should walk into the tavern, she should stand in the corner advertising her skills as a mercenary, she should be earning her food so she could eat again today. Instead she stood against the wall and listened to what was going on inside. Maybe…. She reached into her purse that hung at her hip and contained some of her gold. She fingered the coins and did a mental count. She would get a drink, she decided. Raina stepped off the wall and into the tavern, ale on her mind. |
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| Gilworth Petroglitch | Thu Aug 20, 2015 3:21 am Post #2 |
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He was an odd-looking fellow to be wandering about the Norwood. Nevermind the crimson-hued pack he wore upon his back, its arcane properties allowing him to carry all of his necessary equipment with him without burdening him. Ignore the strange, pointy-toed shoes and the odd-looking round shield upon his back that partially concealed the pack. The ring of bronze that he wore upon the middle finger of his left hand shimmered pleasantly but it was nothing particularly spectacular, either. The magically refillable canteen he carried at his hip was a common accessory even in this part of Imythess. No, what most truly found fascinating about him was the gray colour of his flesh and the fact that he stood only four feet, five inches tall. You see, Gilworth Petroglitch - called Deer-Friend by some of the elves - was a deep gnome. While he certainly would have preferred a home and city wrought of stone, that wasn’t possible for him. Not many knew his sad tale, and those few who did showed him sympathy only when his attention was not upon them. For Gilworth was a proud and private gnome, one whose animal companions were more friend to him than his own people were. His coin, however, was dwindling. There was not much work in the Norwood for a digger or any sort of general labourer, as the elves took care of everything they needed on their own. At the moment, having recently finished a job in Kellen that had unfortunately taken more time than he would have liked, he was rather short on coin; he had been paid as little as possible by Kellen’s mayor, thus granting the gnome only enough by which to survive. He had collected some rare stones polished by nature and sold them to the innkeeper here, but that would only last him for a little while. If he did not find work soon, he would have to start sleeping outside. That wasn’t a very friendly prospect this evening. He didn’t mind the rain most of the time. He liked the sound of it, the way it danced across the treetops and cascaded down to give the nourishing water needed to the soil and the plants; the splashing and steady drum of its droplets; the way everything smelled after a storm, nature suddenly being fresh and clean; and the sight of the refreshing storm barreling down to the earth was magnificent. But sleeping in a storm was not a thing to be admired. He had slept in worse, admittedly, in the years that he had been upon the surface. That didn’t mean that it was something he greatly desired to do, however. He sat at the bar now, enjoying a bit of warm potato-and-carrot soup with thick chunks of hearty beef. The cattle had been raised by Kellenites and traded to the elves for various things, not least of all the spiced wine for which they were so famous locally. The broth was pleasantly spiced, and the onions added a nice flavour to the thick soup. There was good bread to be had with it, and he was having it indeed. But this was an inexpensive meal; to have anything more expensive than this - a simple mead, for example - would have been a luxury that he currently could not afford. He sighed as he stared into his half-empty bowl, listening to the rain outside and the distant thunder rolling high above the trees. Stirring the soup a bit with his left hand, he dipped the bread in his right hand into it a bit and took a bite. It was delicious. He was a gnome of simple tastes. If he could not find work as a digger, then perhaps as a builder; but he could not find much work as a builder right now, either. Perhaps…should he seek work as a tracker? The gnomes could not deny him access to underground places if he had been hired to enter them, although meeting them was not a prospect he was looking forward to. There was a reason he was on the surface, and it wasn’t a good one. |
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