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| Keira | Mon Sep 12, 2005 4:22 am Post #1 |
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Keira scrubbed the old oak table with all the rage and frustration that had built up during the long night hours. Her brow furrowed in anger as she remembered all the night had held and with firm absolution she threw the soaking wet rag against the table with a rap that echoed against the walls of the large tavern. Stalking over to the counter with strides that look unusual mixed with her short stature, the inn master had a large glass filled with amber liquid sitting atop the bar counter before she reached her destination. The inn master knew when Keira had reached her tolerance’s end and did not dare ask her to finish her nightly duties. Taking a deep breath, glass in hand, she sauntered over to the largest cushioned chair in front of the roaring fire and she barely registered the inn master calling the kitchen helpers to finish scouring the disgusting tangle of sweat, ale and most likely blood that was dried atop the old oak surfaces. Sinking deeply into the red velvet chair she watched the kitchen women scuttle around the tables in their grey uniforms identically to her own accept hers somehow seemed to fit tighter in all the right places and she threw a hateful glance at the inn master. She knew she was receiving dirty looks from the kitchen help but honestly, she couldn’t care less. Stretching out her legs and resting them against the low table in front of her she closed her eyes and rested her head against the back of the chair. Her fingers curled loosely around the glass and she brought the drink to her lips, drank deeply and then rested the glass in her lap. Dwarven ale, her favorite, not many men could even stand its musky taste and fiery aftermath, but this was the only drink that seemed to do anything for Keira. Taking another long draught from her glass she tried to subdue the drawback of sitting still long enough to think, her feeling of entrapment. She needed to get out of this city, out of her life which was growing more depressing with each dreary day. She had been at this blasted inn since she was seven years old and she supposed she should be thankful that the inn master had taken her in but she knew the act was not selfless charity. Since she was seven she had scrubbed, cooked and served her keep. Trying her best to clear her mind, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Just as she was reaching a comfortable dark place she heard the door of the tavern being roughly pushed open banging rudely as the large brass knob hit the wall. Clenching her teeth she resisted the urge to stand up and starting screeching that it was after hours but she restrained herself and remained posed in a sleeping position in the large chair. Perhaps it was just a straggler looking for a room and she would let the inn master deal with this highly annoying disturbance. |
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| Katrin | Mon Sep 12, 2005 7:09 am Post #2 |
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She had been wandering all day as well as most of the night and she was sick. Sick of walking, sick of having to talk to herself, sick of the bloody ache that had been prominent in her head since she woke up, and most of all, she was sick of not knowing where she was. Now, of course she could have purchased a map, like any normal person, but Katrin wasn’t a normal person, not by a long shot, her parents had seen normalcy as the fault of society and drilled that thought into their daughter’s pliable young mind years ago. Plus, she had awoken in the middle of nowhere, in a meadow, which was quite lovely with the blue sky and wildflowers, but still, it was in the middle of bleeding nowhere! And last time she checked, birds didn’t offer directions or maps in the English language... Or any language for that matter. “Stupid countryside. Stupid headache. Stupid birds.” Katrin muttered to herself, much like she had been doing all day, except of course, as the day went by the curses slowly became fewer and fewer. Really, she shouldn’t have been cursing the birds still, seeing as it was late at night and they were all sleeping in the nice warm nests. “Stupid birds get to sleep and they know where they are… Bloody lucky things.” She continued, louder than before. Well, at least she was aware of the time, even if it was spent muttering. In fact, she was so busy muttering to herself about this, that, and another thing, that she didn’t notice the building until she was standing right in front of it. And raising her head to read the rickety sign above the door, she shut her mouth and smiled for the first time that day. “Bloodseal Tavern…. Bloody brilliant. A pint’s what’ll get rid of this aching.” Pushing the heavy door open, she was rewarded with… No one. Not a soul was in the bloody tavern. She’d spent all day wandering aimlessly, and what did she get? An empty tavern. Narrowing her eyes and looking around more carefully, she saw a few frumpy women cleaning tables, a stubby little man that looked like the owner of the establishment, and.. Ah ha! There was someone that looked in need of a good old conversation, granted, the woman was sleeping, but Katrin would take what she could get. Stalking purposefully, and there was no other way to describe the way she was walking at that moment, with a catlike grace that hadn’t been seen at all that day, over to the fire, and unceremoniously landing in the unoccupied chair, Katrin shouted loudly. “’Ey! Barkeep! Let’s get a pint over ‘ere! I could drink a bloody sea!” Smiling happily over at the sleeping occupant of the chair next to hers, she snuggled back into the velvet and closed her eyes, contentedly waiting for her pint, and, once the other woman woke up, some good old conversation. |
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| Keira | Mon Sep 12, 2005 9:38 pm Post #3 |
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Silence followed the loud ruckus that had rudely interrupted Keira’s sweet silence. She drifted to the place between reality and dreams and was not aware of the shuffling towards the sitting area in front the fire. She did not even stir from the sound of someone falling back into the large cushioned chair before her. Oh, but then it happened, oh my it did. <span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>“Ey! Barkeep! Let’s get a pint over ‘ere! I could drink a bloody sea!” The sound was so loud, so piercing, that Keira leaped into the air. The only problem with this was that her legs were draped across the low table, and the landing was not as elegant as the take off. She landed on the cushion, at first mind you, but her legs pulled her off of the chair and she ended up on the wood floor, her back resting against the bottom of the chair, and her bottom, well let us just say it wasn’t as in as nice condition as the bottom of the chair. Wincing, she bit her lip to the point of drawing blood because if she let herself go she most likely would pound whoever was obviously sitting in the chair across the table. Slowly she brought up one slender hand and with thumb and middle finger massaged her temples in a circular motion, in the attempt to relieve some tension, an attempt that failed miserably. Drawing herself in a manner that no one would call even close to grace, she smoothed her skirts with one hand in realized that her other hand miraculously still held her drink, unspilt or spoiled. She downed the entire remainder of the glass in one go and then proceeded to examine the…. The.... Well, you know who Keira's green eyes glared piercingly and the dancing flames of the fire highlighted the edges of her mahogany hair and seemed to give her an even more menacing stature, which was strange considering her height. Who would believe a woman just barely over five feet could be intimidating?“What in the bloody hell is wrong with you? Can you not see that we are closed for the evening? The inn master is just over yonder if you need a room, he may be willing to give you one. But what would posses you to screech like harpy!??! Could you not see that I was asleep, tis been a long night!!!” Letting herself fall back into the chair and crossed her legs as she simply glared at the strange woman before her. Her hand wrapped tightly around the glass that was just freshly drunk. Muttering under her breath Keira formed the words, “I need another drink…” But, she failed to move from her slouched position, afraid if she did rise she might loose her self control. Muttering again, something like the words, “Bloody Women… Light forsaken tavern… Need a cursed drink…” Passed through her full lips, but were barely audible. The scuttling kitchen help tried to ignore the scene in the far corner of the tavern, but a few of the younger woman were chuckling behind their hands. They were accustomed to Keira’s outbursts, and highly annoyed by the sounds of muffled laughter Keira shouted, “OUT! Out! I’ll finish it myself later.” The kitchen helpers ran off happily, laughing all the more.</span> |
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| Katrin | Tue Sep 13, 2005 12:30 am Post #4 |
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The loud thump accompanied by the unnerving feeling of something or someone staring at her forced Katrin to open her eyes and inspect the scene in front of her. A dwarfish woman, and to Katrin, anyone shorter than her 6 foot frame was considered dwarfish, was glaring at her, and if looks could kill, she would be as cold and stiff as that dead deer she had come across in her wandering that day. Raising an eyebrow and tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear as the shrieking that was seemingly imminent began, she allowed a small smirk to grace her features. Really, angry women were just too cute sometimes. Of course, due to that thought, she wasn’t really paying attention to what the woman in front of her was saying, because what was more important, listening to what was being yelled at you, or enjoying watching the person yelling at you? But much to her chagrin, as suddenly as the shrieking had begun, it ended again, and Katrin was left mulling over what had been screamed into her poor aching head. “..Can you not see that we are closed for the evening?..” And as understanding dawned on her, the smirk was replaced by a scowl. The bloody place was closed, which meant no good old conversation, but she wasn’t sure she wanted that anymore, at least not with the temperamental woman beside her but still... No drink and no hints of where she might be, which meant more pain, which meant no sleep, which meant, in simple man’s terms, a very, very annoyed Katrin Shraya. Jumping up and looking around the now completely empty tavern, she realized the dwarf must have dismissed the frumpy women at some point during her mulling, so there wasn’t even a chance of flirting her way to a drink. Narrowing her eyes as she glanced around again, just to make sure, Katrin decided that all was lost, and rested her eyes on the person who had ruined the only shred of light in her dark, dark day. “You!” She said sharply, green eyes flashing in anger. “Listen up shorty. I’ve been traveling all bloody day and you’re going to deny me one measly drink? You think you’ve had a long day, try waking up in a field with a pounding headache, and not knowing how you got there, or even where there is!! So know what I’m going to do? I’m going to sit here, in this comfy chair, and stare at you until you either help me out with my little lack of drink problem, or...” Katrin’s gaze wandered towards the empty drink in the other woman’s hand… A bartering tool had been found. “You could direct me to the bar and I could get us both a good, strong drink.” She continued, smirking slightly and falling back into her chair and effectively commencing her staring, not because she wanted to end her rant, but because the pounding in her head was worsening, due to the all the yelling that had been going on. |
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| Keira | Thu Sep 15, 2005 4:15 am Post #5 |
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Keira was torn between laughing until she cracked a rib or two, or wanting to give the woman a good thump atop her head. But, oh no, she was not going to get away with the “shorty” remark. Smoothing her features, she dawned one of her dazzling smiles that would enable her to give any despicable man the entirely wrong meal, yet he would thank her politely and tip well. Cooing slyly yet the sarcasm evident she spoke, “Oh Light, you poor darling. The air must be much thinner up there which would explain a lot. Scrubbing tables, fending off rowdy men, and serving drinks and meals for an entire tavern alone seems like it would not even compare to wandering around aimlessly, having absolutely no idea where you are. Much worse indeed. Let me fetch your drink, tis my pleasure.” She hastily rose from her seat for a couple of reasons, one she felt her rage starting to boil because of the night’s events. Her words rang true about running the entire front of the tavern alone. The Bloodseal had trouble hanging onto barmaids, and the two newest had not shown up for the evening shift. Sighing softly as she slowly walked towards the bar, she rubbed her arm where a fresh black bruise was surfacing, at times, she could not even handle the patrons at the Bloodseal. The other reason was that woman’s staring was uncomfortable. Reaching the bar, she grabbed a small glass and filled it with the contents of the closest bottle. After a quick shot of whatever it was, she gathered a tray with the Dwarven Ale, two glasses, and as an afterthought a bowl of dried fruit. Though she seemed like she could be quite vicious she was also not without compassion, the woman could be hungry if she truly was wondering about all day. Carrying the tray with one hand and smoothing her dress with the other, she sighed softly again. This uniform truly fit much too close for comfort, she did not care if it pleased the patrons as the inn master had forcefully argued, she would get something more… modest. Setting the tray on the low table she let herself sink back into the large chair, “Now go easy on the drink. For I have concluded by the pounding in your head that it was either drink or thin air that caused your current predicament. On the other hand, you could drink as much as you pleased considering you already have no inclination where you even are.” The corner of her full lips twitching into a small smile, she filled her own glass skillful and then the stranger before her. Taking her drink in one hand, she wiggled even deeper into the comfort of the chair she simply stared back at the woman who was so intently staring at her. Her frustration and upset shinning clearly through green eyes. She muttered under her breath, “There is your one measly drink, undenied.” |
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| Katrin | Tue Sep 20, 2005 9:14 pm Post #6 |
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Katrin curled up in her chair, her arms covering her head, she probably looked like the deformed woman from the circus she saw once when she was little, as if it mattered, she was comfortable, could still see everything going on, and most importantly, she was protecting her head. She didn’t have the patience for this, meaning the sarcasm currently directed at her, with equal amounts of hatred and annoyance thrown in for good measure, all covered with a relatively gentle voice. Getting a drink wasn’t supposed to be this hard. Well, there was that one time at that ogre tavern she stumbled upon, you couldn’t even enter unless you were an ogre or knew an ogre, which led to… Katrin shuddered, she’d rather not remember one of the more disturbing moments in her life. Not that she’d experienced more than one disturbing moment. Ok, so there was the time when she had to give a sponge bath to an elderly witch, and the time when… She shook her head, she really needed to stop drinking, or at least drink less. Noticing the stream of words directed at her had stopped, she sat up and looked around for the millionth time that night. The woman was at the bar, and Katrin smiled to herself, either the rant and incessant staring had worked, or she felt sorry for her. Ah, who cared? She was getting a drink, and that’s all that mattered. Well, that and the fact that the uniform the other woman wore was just a little too tight. Perhaps tonight wasn’t completely wasted. In fact, since she was so involved in her inspection of the, cough, uniform, Katrin didn’t notice the woman place a drink and a bowl of dried… somethings, she supposed they were fruit, but one could never be sure, in front of her until that voice shook her out of her trance. Grabbing the drink and the bowl, she curled back up in her chair and glared slightly, she didn’t feel like full out glaring, “Thin air” as if, though she knew she deserved the comment, for her earlier “shorty” moniker. Knocking back her drink like a true professional, she placed the glass back on the table and prodded the little dried things in her bowl. If that was fruit, she was the goddess. Raising her head and looking at the other woman, she muttered, gnawing on a dried purple thing. “Thank you for the drink.” She reached back in the bowl and pulled out a dried yellow thing, shoving it in her mouth before she could ponder on what it was. “I’m Katrin by the way. At least, I think I am, I’ll never be entirely sure, seeing as the air is so thin up here and is obviously messing up my thinking process.” She smirked, hoping making fun of herself would help get rid of the anger the other woman seemed to have. Yelling matches never were much fun when you were tired and in pain, and now that Katrin had some alcohol in her, she once again wanted some good old conversation. Fishing in her bowl once again, she found a reddish thing and shoved it in her mouth. Making a face at the taste she said with a grin, “Oh, and if these things I’m eating are dried insides of an animal or something, you are so dead!” |
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