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| [Holiday Event] Patrick's Day Festival | |
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| ¤Veronna Darkblade[Adm] | Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:52 pm Post #16 |
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Veronna watched as the bard looked at her, taking in her features. She was use to people sizing her up, for that was what fighters did before a battle, hoping to understand their opponent so they could have an advantage. But this man was not a fighter, he was a bard, which made her think of that night a few months back. But her attention came back to him when he bowed and introduced himself to her. She did not recognize the name, but he did not seem he recognized her, which was fine, except the people standing around them were watching them, or her. She had learned to ignore it, but when the man leaned closer to her and asked her why everyone was staring, she let out a quiet laugh, not one to make him feel stupid, but one of slight amusement. "If I told you why people were staring, you may not see me as you do now, but I can tell that will make you even more nervous." She said, guessing what his reactions would be, so she changed her story a little. "My name is Veronna Darkblade Nydalath, I watch over the port city called Taras, and people seem to have much respect for me. Also, they could be staring because I don't get out much." What she said was the truth, she just did not add in that she was a goddess, which would not harm anything. "Would you care for a drink, Bard Paedrov?" She asked gesturing towards the bar, inviting him to come with her. Her eyes looked around the tavern quickly, seeing if anyone she knew was there. Her eyes somehow fell on a squat little man running between and under people, she recognized him from outside, but did not ponder on who he was for now. She continued to look around the room, and she saw the new Goddess of Water, Meera. She had yet to meet her, but she was in conversation already, and Veronna had someone to talk to herself. She did not recognize anyone else right then, but she heard some men singing, and she could tell they were having a very fine time. She hoped the bard would come to her invitation of getting a drink, for she was curious about bards, mostly because they were the opposite of what she was, and maybe he had some stories to share, for she had not seen all of Imythess on foot yet, and Vladimir had come from the north, so he most likely had seen a lot of the land. |
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| Nightgazer | Mon Mar 19, 2007 3:11 am Post #17 |
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Meera dipped her head graciously as the man accpted her offer. It also gave her a probable excuse to draw her eyes away from his. The break was only momentary, but within it, she sucked back her shy self and lifted her chin back up. Her lips parted for a moment revealing a bit of white teeth before she followed the man's arm out onto the dance floor. Once she was at the full extent of his arm, she spun on her heeel and said, "A drink would be great." She laughed softly and clasped the man's hand in hers and tugged him gently towards the dance floor. Waiting for him to move, Meera tilted her head and a perplexed look crossed her face. She said "I'm sorry! How rude of me. I didn't even tell you my name. And I don't believe you mentioned yours either. I'm Meera." She gave him a slight nod of respect. She wasn't used to much more. Nods became customary. Just as the bard was beginning a new song, Meera spied an open spot. She nimbly leapt backwards into it, dropping the mans hand so she didn't end up jerking him towards her. Her green eyes sparkled in enjoyment as they left the man's own face and traveled around over all of the various dancing couples. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. So the Patrick's day festival was hitting off well! Meera was glad. There had been many other failed parties in Imythess. It was heartlifting to see so many people finally getting together for a common celebration. Reaching her arm out, Meera reconnected her hand with the mans. Slipping her fingers through his and putting her other hand at his shoulder, Meera waited for him to set up similarly. In the brief time of silence she asked, "What brings you here today? Just the celebration? Does Patrick's day have any particular significance to you?" It took a lot of effort, but Meera bit off the questions right there. She was a naturally curious person and she wanted to know more about him. Sometimes it got her into trouble, but yet every time she managed to handle it. So rather than change her ways, Meera figured she would deal with the troubles that ensued. Realizing that to him, she might seem just plain nosy, Meera hurridly rushed in to the man, "You don't have to answer all of my questions. I know I do ask a lot. I'm just...curious. Feel free to tell me if I've gone to far. I won't be offended." She smiled warmly at him again and gently did a small skip step to the beat of the music. This town's bard was really quite good a thinking up catchy tunes. Even those who sat around the edges looking uneager or unable to dance could not resist tapping something along with the beat wether it be their fingers, toes, or even mugs full of beer. That was one thing Meera would not have tonight. Many a person would get drunk, but not her. She had vowed to stay sober and designated herself as the town sheriff for the night. Should trouble arise, Meera would not be inebriated. Returning her attention to the man she was dancing with, she pushed forwards with the hand that was laced in his and spun them in a quick circle, the skirt of her dress billowing out around her knees. She laughed once more. It would be a good night. |
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| Kalius Aldura | Mon Mar 19, 2007 10:33 am Post #18 |
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As the girl accepted his hand and led them onto the floor, she moved with a classical elegance, A walk that entranced Kalius and made his blush darken. Trying his best to hide his shy nature, not very well he feared, from the young lady, Meera she said her name was, Kal scanned the happy couples nearby and thought back to his childhood lessons of dance not wanting to trip up and embarass himself. Placing his hand on her hip as she entwined their fingers of his opposite hand, He breathed a sigh of relief and retook his smile, for he seemed to remember more than he hoped. Kalius felt relieved as Meera asked questions of him because although he was not a bad dancer by any means, he thought himself rather good at times, Kal appreciated the mental distraction so not to over think his steps. "No need for apologies, Meera, for i have forgotten my manners also" at this He focused his strength into the hand supporting her hip, and lowered her into a dip. "My name is Kalius Aldura" Raising Meera back up into a standing position he finished. " it is a pleasure." Glancing over to the bard who's song they were sharing, he could not help but chuckle. It amused Kal the way the bard smoothly played the soft melody and sang in beat, but what he focused on was the candles. Earlier in the evening Kal speculated the lights being magical in nature and, as the ones surrounding the bard were blinking orange to green, it appeared he was right. Turning his attention back to his dance he slightly foucused on Meera's emerald eyes once more. "I have never before celebrated Patrick's day, Nor have i heard of it."Keeping his feet in line and in check with the crowd he continued."Although, I will celebrate today on every coming year, since this is the first time i have been in a village other than my own and surrounded by people whom i do not know." After a slight pause He added " Today some how feels...special to me." Raising there joined hands to offer a twirl, Kalius went on " Please, do not worry, i enjoy your questions...it shows you care about what your doing" finally Breaking his trance on her eyes he concluded " If you do not mind, i would like to know your take on Patrick's day, does it influence you as it does this town?" |
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| Jediat | Mon Mar 19, 2007 1:49 pm Post #19 |
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She let out a quiet laugh, not one to make him feel stupid, but one of slight amusement. It was a pleasant sound, low and warm, and for some reason, it made him think of home. "If I told you why people were staring, you may not see me as you do now, but I can tell that will make you even more nervous. My name is Veronna Darkblade Nydalath, I watch over the port city called Taras, and people seem to have much respect for me. Also, they could be staring because I don't get out much." A simple enough explanation, yet the name and the description tugged at the farthest corners of his brain, a memory trapped somewhere in its recesses struggling to get out. That name was familiar, so familiar—there was no reason for it, but he was drawn back to memories of the days after he had left the Abbey, sitting in his father’s study and reading through the various religious texts that the family owned. "Would you care for a drink, Bard Paedrov?" That was a question that had an easy answer. She gestured towards the bar. He didn’t know who she was, or why she was bringing up these memories that he had buried for so long, but a drink was a drink. Besides, he knew few enough people in the southlands, and those he knew in the North were, for the most part, trying to kill him. No better time than the present to make new acquaintances, and considering that as far as he knew assassins were still on his trail, knowing someone as obviously competent as Veronna could never be a bad thing. He smiled as her, and offered his arm. “The first round, milady, is on me.” |
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| ¤Veronna Darkblade[Adm] | Mon Mar 19, 2007 5:54 pm Post #20 |
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Veronna accepted his arm, placing her hand on it and walked forward towards the bar. She had noticed some sort of thought go through Vldimir when her name had been spoken, but she would not press him about it. After getting up to the bar, where there were two empty stools she let go of his arm and sat down on the to the right, noting that the man who had just been sitting there was now on the dance floor with the Goddess of Water. It pleased her to see even the new goddess was getting out and enjoying herself. Why shouldn't the divine be allowed to have fun once in a while? She looked back at the bar as a bartender came over. She never really knew what to get, but before she had much time to think about it, the bartender had two mugs filled to the brim with some type of alcoholic liquid. As he set them down in front of Veronna and Vldamiri (assuming he had taken the stool next to her), she nodded to the bartender who bowed low before going off to serve more people who wished for a drink. She grabbed the handle of the mug and brought it closer to her, but did not take a drink yet. She looked over at Vldamiri, "So, have you practiced music all your life? Or is it something you picked up later on?" She asked, deciding to go with something simple to ask. Normally she did not enjoy 'small talk'. But right now she found that she needed to talk with people, besides her husband Ocar or her chosen Kona. She thought quickly as to where her chosen may be at, wondering why he was not here enjoying the festivities. Like her, though, Kona seemed to prefer being alone and practicing, hoping someday to be able to beat her. Which he had gotten very close to doing. But she need not worry about that right now. For she did not want to think of things that had to get done, she just wanted to enjoy herself this one day. |
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| Arthur | Mon Mar 19, 2007 6:51 pm Post #21 |
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When Arthur finished his drink he noted that Veronna took the bards hand and started to talk with him and so Arthru stood up and went into the middle of the Tavern and stood on a table and everybody silenced and eh said," A toast to road, to ruin, to that which was lost, to the Gods and GOddesses in their infinite wisdom, to the GOddess of The Blades who holds our hearts in battels, to dancinng with the Jack O' The Shadows". The people cheered and Arthur began to sing a battle hymn that was sung once by the great Band of The Red Hand," There is some delight in ale and wine And some in girls with ankles fine But my delight, yes always mine Is to dance with Jack O’ the Shadows We will toss the dice however they fall And snuggle the girls be they short or tall Then follow Veronna whenever she calls To dance with Jack O’ the Shadows" |
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| Nightgazer | Mon Mar 19, 2007 7:31 pm Post #22 |
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Meera let out a soft short breath as he placed his hand on her hip. Okay. It seemed like he knew what to do. The worst thing a girl could ask for was a tree stump for a dance partner. Many of those frequented bars. Meera was lucky enough at least to pick someone who had some knowledge. She fluidly relaxed into Kalius's arms and let him dip her. As he pulled her back up, Meera said simply, testing the name on her lips, "Kalius.." After that, she respectfully remained silent and simply studied the man as he peered around at something. Meera tried to discern all that she could just from his external features, but nothing really showed. All that she really knew about him was that he was a tad shy and that he also shared some of the curiousity that made Meera just so curious. The thought bubbled inside her head as to how he could simply satisfy that curiousity by ascertaining his own answers. Of course, Meera often came to her own conclusions too, but she often asked many questions. It was as much for her own knowledge as it was just to make sure her own conclusion was correct. Shaking her head slightly, Meera gently pushed out those off topic thoughts from her head. Eventually Kalius turned back towards her. As she listened to a bit of his history, she could not contain a brow that raised in question. So this was the first time he'd been in a new social situation. Everything was new. The holiday, the customs, no wonder he was so shy. Meera smiled. She would just have to change that and bring him out of shell. Feeling her arm lift up, Meera properly accepted his invitation for a twirl. She gracefully spun herself away, feet stepping lightly and quickly as to mantain her balance. Her hair flounced around her, curling to hit her on the other cheek. Replacing her hand to its spot on Kalius's arm, Meera went on to answer his question. With a simple shrug, she said "I am not from the town of Kellen, so I was not brought up celebrating this holiday. I really do not have a true reason to. This Patrick person never showed himself for me. I suppose I may be here to celebrate along with the Kellen people because so many of them have become my friends and such...but why should anyone need cause to be in a good mood and to gather with loved ones?" She cocked her head slightly to the side at that, thinking a bit over her own question, for some people really didn't get along with their family. Shrugging it off though, Meera felt that problems should be the last thing on a person's mind right now. Her head straightened back up and said, "You hinted at this a little bit, but where did you come from? Was your town nice? I know some people have secret histories, but you seemed open. Forgive me if find me rude and nosy." Her hips swayed a bit with the gentle rhythmn of the music, just making sure not to bump into other couples. |
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| Patrick[NPC] | Mon Mar 19, 2007 7:34 pm Post #23 |
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"To light laughter and ale!"
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Patrick had been watching Vladimir and Veronna's exchange with interest twinkling in the depths of his dark eyes. The drow moved to the bar, Vladimir not far behind. The harp was left in the safe, but unattended position aside the stage. The grin stretched Patrick's red beard, and using the enigmatic powers that were of the Fae, Patrick became invisible to mortal eyes. No one even noticed his sudden disappearance from existence. He walked silently across the room, to where the harp sat. It was a fine instrument, obviously well cared for and rather old. The older the harp, the sweeter the music. He reached into a small leather belt pouch sprinkled a gold colored dust over the soundbox and strings of the harp, mumbling words in a very strange, very old language which lasted only a few fleeting moments. The leprechaun stepped back, smiling to himself in accomplishment, as he made his way to the other side of the tavern, where music was still playing strong, and couples danced to lively tunes. Vladimir's harp is now enchanted with a protection spell! Whenever Vladimir plays it's strings, as long as the music continues, it will be as if he had a Mage Armor spell cast on him. This effect ends as soon as he stops playing. |
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| Jediat | Mon Mar 19, 2007 8:58 pm Post #24 |
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Dmitri escorted the lady over to the bar, and slid on to the stool next to her as the bartender put down two heavy flagons of the finest Kellen ale. The brew was foaming over the rim, and as Veronna pulled hers towards her, he took a deep draught from the flagon, and wiped the foam off of his face with the back of his right hand. Kellen ale was some of the finest of the land, as the nearby plains gave some of the best barley around. He looked at her, and smiled. “So, have you practiced music all your life? Or is it something you picked up later on?” A tricky question. A deep question, one which to properly explain would take much, much more time than he had… and yet, the woman was good company, easy on the eyes, and he hadn’t had this much fun in months. It would be discourteous not to answer. “In my youth, dear lady, I was brought up with many arts, including the harp and singing. That being said, when I was younger I was also taught the art of the hunt, to ride, to use spear and sword like an extension of myself, to dance and to politic and to talk people, to read and write and enjoy the finer things of life…” He let his hands fall to his sides, and then spread them out, gesturing towards his now shabby clothing. “Alas, as you can see, that was all a long time ago, and all that is left to me is my music and my quarterstaff, and a modicum of the skill I grew up with. Though, I daresay, I’ve become proficient enough with this staff to win not a few village contests. I’d spar you, but I do believe you’d win, and I’d be none the wealthier nor the wiser, and with only some solid lumps to show for my efforts. Drinking here with you is much more pleasant.” He didn’t know why he assumed she would win, but there was something about the name and her appearance that wouldn’t stop running through her head. He couldn’t quite place it yet, so he took another drink. “So, my lady, how long have you been a warrior? And what brings a protector of Taras down to this neck of the woods? Or plains, as the case may be…” |
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| Kalius Aldura | Tue Mar 20, 2007 12:12 am Post #25 |
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Chuckling under his breath, Kal nodded in agreement to Meera's statement. She was perfectly right, nobody ever needs a reason to enjoy life Nor should anyone be denied the chance. He himself had even less of a reason to travel to kellen, Having only heard heart filled tales of a celebration, and yet he felt extremely welcomed by the people. "Meera, you are absolutely right" Kal said, as he started up the converstion once more after a young couple passed by. "There is no better reason to do anything, than to just have fun. Have a little wine, enjoy the arts of both magic and song" Nodding towards the stage "and to make friends along the way is as fine a life as i could hope." As the song became a little slower, as did the dancing, Kal glanced over the crowd briefly to not bump into any obstacles. Questions directed towards kal's village, as with his younger years, did not upset him, just made him remember. "And no i do not find you rude, like i said before i enjoy your questions. My town was small, homed only thirty-five both men and wood-elf, but beautiful. Settled in the deepest woods, hidden from civilization. They would not approve of me here..." Thinking back, His village elder's would not approve of anything he has done tonight. From a young age Kal was lectured on civilization and the cities of imythess. taught how they were evil and corrupt, no love left within the hollowed hearts of it's citizens. His people practiced the druidic arts to comune with wildlife and nature, this was also the path he was to follow. In order to be allowed lessons in the craft, Kalius would have to vow to not venture outside the woods, to live in solitude, and this was something Kal could not do. Even so, he desperatley wanted to learn the druids spellcraft, Which only meant he had to learn on his own. "My people were not connected with the other races and i wanted to be, so i left. To become knowledgeable of the land, and earn the right of friendship." Rapidly blinking at his right eye to attempt to hide a forming tear " No, they would not approve" Feeling uncomfortable, thinking he was ruining the joy filled night he easy returned his sincerely happy smile. As the melodies sounding throughout the tavern remained soft, but quickened Kal compensated his steps once again. Leading Meera into a smooth two-step-backwards-one-to-the-side dance technique, his favorite to learn growing up, Kal resumed the chatter. " But enough about me, Meera, i wish to know of you... Where do you call home? If im not crossing a line I would love to hear of the family that daughtered such a beautiful woman." |
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| Aether Draka | Tue Mar 20, 2007 2:16 am Post #26 |
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It was too much for her, she couldn’t stand it. Even the odd plant in her hand was not providing enough of a distraction for the music and merriment across the way. Taking a moment of time, she tucked the shamrock in her hair behind her ear. AD sighed and gave in to her curiosity finally, as it continued to nag at the back of her mind even after she had decided to go with it’s call. Weaving her way among the crowd she paused at the doorway to a tavern. There were many people there and she didn’t see anyone she recognized. Feeling better about not being recognized herself she went inside. There was a lot going on, so much that it made her a bit dizzy, a bit too overwhelmed. She found herself grinning anyways and with the clover still in her hand she went over to the nearest empty char. The seat she found wasn’t exactly at a table, but sort of shoved up against the wall in order to make room for two tables to be shoved together. She sat down and decided for now she would just watch. There was no harm in watching, was there? She wouldn’t get in trouble for that. AD unconsciously tapped her heels in time with the music, her hands and her green skirt tucked under her legs as she attempted to take in everything at once, a quite imposable task. |
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| ¤Veronna Darkblade[Adm] | Wed Mar 21, 2007 12:59 am Post #27 |
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Veronna listened to him answer the question she had asked, surprised to know that he was capable of many more things then just music. Sure she could hunt, use a spear and sword, but she never was taught how to properly dance, which she learned later when she had arrived on the surface. Politics she despised. She hated having to sit around all day talking. She could never keep her temper with politicians. She took a drink from her mug, the ale tasting quite good as it went down her throat. She raised her eyebrows when he said that she would most likely win in a battle against him. He would be right. She did not underestimate his abilities, but no one had beat her for quite some time and she suspected he would not be the one to do so. She was not sure if she would rather be sparring or talking now. Then she decided she was enjoying herself by socializing with people and talking with this man. Before she could answer the question which Vldamiri had asked, her attention and eyes caught sight of someone standing up on a table and singing. When the man sang a part with her name in it, she looked away, and focused on the question at hand, hoping Vldamiri did not notice her reactions to the name which was given. She looked down at here mug of ale, thinking to when she first had picked up a blade. She looked back up at him, her red eyes calm compared to all she felt as she thought about the Underdark. "I was taught how to use a blade as a child, though it was not what my house wanted. They wished for me to become a priestess, when I would rather have been a warrior." She smiled to herself, "Infact, they hated me for it, that is why I now live here on the surface." She looked around the room, thinking about how she should answer the second part of the question. "And as to why I'm here? Someone of my stature needs to get out and meet new people, you never know when you will need a friend." She was now smiling at him, showing she very much enjoyed his company. |
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| Nightgazer | Wed Mar 21, 2007 2:14 am Post #28 |
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Meera was very happy that he agreed with her small point of view in life. It was great to find another person who simply wanted to have just as much fun as possible. When the song slowed down, Meera's brain thought back to Aiden. She loved Aiden, he was still hers. For a moment, she felt a bit guilty that she was dancing with another man, then she told herself that it was all in good fun and did not mean anything. He would only be a friend. Though she repeated this over and over in her head, Meera's conscience was not settled. Kalius's voice gently pulled her back into their conversation. So he had grown up with wood elves. Meera was part wood elf herself, but she was not raised by them. Her parents had made sure of that. She, instead was raised seperate from almost everyone out in the woods. They lived near a village so that supplies could easily be attained, but they didn't particularly live with any one race. It was less political that way. Based on that isolation, it was interesting for Meera to hear about the ways of her ancestors. She was dissapointed though. Who were they to shun all others? Based solely on this musing of her own, Meera missed the small tear that Kalius blinked away. When her mind cleared once more from the haze of thought, Meera noticed that the beat had quickened once more in the song. She drew her eyes downwards, and matched her pace to Kalius's before looking up once more with a wide smile. He really knew what he was doing. Meera was still attached to Aiden though. She gently removed her hand from Kalius's shoulder and twirled away from his body. Her hand still holding his, she offered, "I'm thirsty, come, let us attend to your offer of having a drink later. I must say, it was very nice to dance with someone that knows how to really dance. At the bar, I will tell about where I'm from. And feel no hesitation in asking me questions. Rest assured that I will tell you if you've gone to far." She smiled happily, but seriously. There were some subjects she would not go deeper into, and would not be embarrassed to say so. Assuming that he would follow her, Meera made her way towards the bar. As her eyes scanned it for some open seating, she spied Veronna, the Goddess of Blades and a man chatting over some drinks. Meera smiled, happy that another deity was there to share a moment with the common folk too. She would leave Veronna alone though. Besides, she might wish to remain anonymous just like Meera. Shrugging her shoulders and relaxing them, Meera finally spied two open stools. As she was making her way for them, a man came over and took one of them. Knowing that there were no more two empty stools in a row, Meera groaned inwardly. She walked up to him. Keeping her voice low as to not draw attention, Meera tapped the man's shoulder and said, "Would you please move aside for me and my companion to sit next to eachother?" The man let out a gruff laugh before turning his head to meet Meera's gaze. The laugh abruptly stopped as his own brown eyes connected with her emerald golden ones. Meera couldn't hold back a sigh as she was rewarded with the man recognizing her. He quickly scrambled to get up. As he got off his stool, he made a quick move to bow, but an instant flash of Meera's eyes told him no. He simply nodded respectfully towards her as Meera sat down. Turning back to Kalius, Meera brushed off the little incident and said "So, what do you want to know about my family? I have a mother, a father, and a brother. In fact, my brother is here in Imythess. Maybe you have met him? Varonen. He is fairly well traveled." |
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| Jediat | Wed Mar 21, 2007 4:39 am Post #29 |
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She had started at the mention of her name—just slightly, but enough that he had seen it. Someone had mentioned it in a song, and she had started. Peculiar for two reasons, the first being that the name had startled her, since it was her own, and secondly, and perhaps more so, someone had been singing her name. He knew that he was going to recognize her name eventually, but for now, the ale was loosening his mind and his body, and he was having too much fun. She drank some of her ale, and looked down at the mug. “I was taught how to use a blade as a child, though it was not what my house wanted. They wished for me to become a priestess, when I would rather have been a warrior,” Her smile was infectious, and he found himself wearing a savage grin in spite of himself. A story he knew only too well. He remembered the day his father had told him he was entering the clergy, the smiles on the faces of his family, and his dismay at knowing he would never get to be a minstrel or a court musician, or a troubadour roaming the green hills. And he remembered the night he had returned from the Abbey, the storms brewing hard and fast and the wind and rain lashing him as he stumbled through the gates. Most of all, he could see the smoldering rage in his fathers eyes as he returned. “In fact, they hated me for it,that is why I know live here on the surface.” She gazed around the room, and he found himself staring. It was unlikely that two people with such a similar background should run into each other as a festival in a backwards town on the edge of a grassy sea, but here it was. And he was intrigued, because she seemed so familiar. “And as to why I’m here? Someone of my stature needs to get out and meet new people, you never know when you will need a friend.” She smiled again, and he grinned right back. “Well, milady, it seems that fate has smiled on us both tonight, because I believe that we may both have found exactly what we need. A toast, then, to new friendships!” He saluted her with his flagon, and drained it dry. Placing it down on the bar, Dmitri wiped the foam from his lips, and smiled again. “It is uncanny, how similar our pasts are, considering how different we are. I for one am very glad to have met you, Veronna Darkblade of Taras. And should you ever have need of me, know that I am always at your beck and call.” He bowed deeply to her, smiling still. He was only thinking of courtesy, the way a man was brought up to treat a lady in the north, but the motion brought it flashing to mind. Veronna Darkblade. Goddess of Blades. She was named after the Goddess of Blades. No wonder the name had sounded so familiar! He understood why she would assume it—no child ,thrown out of home, wishes to go by their old name, and when one was fortunate enough to meet the description of someone sufficiently famous within their given path, of course they would assume the identity as best they could. He smiled to himself. Silly, really, that he couldn’t remember something as basic as that. After leaving the Church, he’d studied enough religions while trying to find truth to encounter the name more than once. Besides, she didn’t seem to be exploiting the name, not like others he’d met. She was quite nice, really. “My lady, may I call you Veronna? I know it doesn’t seem so much, but where I was raised, a gentleman did not use a lady’s given name without her permission. And if we are to be friends, and I deeply hope we are, I would enjoy that permission greatly.” |
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| Arthur | Wed Mar 21, 2007 2:22 pm Post #30 |
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Arthur got down and sighed and looekd as Veronna and the man he knew from the desert were talking it didn't matter now. He sighed and went back to the bar and said," Another drink bartender make it Jose Cuervo before I go insane its 5 O' Clcok somewhere". The bartender smield and mixed him his drink and handed it to him and eh said," Brave singing about Death stranger very brave". Arthru just shook his head and said," We all must Dance with Death someday I do it all the time in fighting, but no one remebers what the song use to mean anymore". He raised his glass and said," To The Red Hand may it and The Red Eagle fly once more".He sighed and drank his drink. A new singer started to sing and he realized thsi singer couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but after another round he caught his boots tapping along to the beat. Soon Arthru couldn't resist singing along with her and he sang," I walked in and the band just started the singer couldn't carry a tune in a bucket Was on a mission to drown her memory but I thought no way with all this rukus But after one round with Jose Cuervo I caught my boots tapping along with the beat And After two rounds with Jose Cuervo The band was sounding pretty darn good to me Then some stranger asked me to dance and i reviled to her my two left feet Said "Don't get me wrong, im glad you asked, But tonight's about beating an old memory Then after Three rounds with Jose Cuervo I let her lead me out on the floor And after Four rounds with Jose Cuervo I was showing off moves never seen before Well, round five or round six I forgot what I came to forget After Round seven, Or was it eight? I bought a round for the whole dang place And after nine rounds with Jose Cuervo They were counting me out and i was about to give in Then after ten rounds with Jose Cuervo I lost count and started counting again One round with Jose Cuervo I went two rounds Three rounds". |
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