Fantasy The New World (IC)

[Slav]

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The quiet town started to awake as the sun was moving slowly over the horizon. This particular winter had been harsher than previous ones, leaving bountiful amounts of snow on the ground. Spring didn't seem to be in sight yet, as the air still nipped on any exposed skin that you may have. Being outside was unpleasant to say the least, many waiting till the afternoon sun to do their outdoor chores. For some citizens of Kiland that wasn't an option and Markus happened to be one of them.

The captain was out and about early, muttering curses to himself as he trudged through the snow that had fallen on the streets. "I always find myself waking up early to patrol, what do I have subordinates for?" The blonde-haired guard muttered to himself as his boots pressed through the heaps of snow. He tried to wrap himself in his cloak as best as possible, but nothing was keeping out the cold today. He was hoping that spring would have come sooner, but it seemed that wasn't the case this year. "The one thing that never changed from Alta was this damn cold." He continued his muttered rant as he slowly made his way through the streets.

He was lucky that many citizens had decided to stay indoors, making his job much easier. Markus tried his best to give a nod to every person that he passed, but the cold had considerably stiffened his body to the point where he could only focus on walking. He occasionally blew warm air into his hands to make sure that he could feel his fingers. At this moment of time, Markus was hankering a cup of tea and there was only one place he could retrieve one and that was the Crossroads Tavern.

Markus kicked his boots on the step to knock the snow off before entering the building. The tavern was quiet, as only a few patrons were sitting inside the establishment. He spent no time in taking a seat, leaving his cloak on for now as he tried to warm up. "It can't get any colder than that... I hope." Markus mumbled to himself, as he tried to look around for somebody that he could give his order. He wasn't in a rush, but he wanted to get some tea in his system before he went back on his patrol.

StealthyShades Phayne Britt-21 leviohsa Jabroni Anne Boolean AriAriAbabwa ThatGuyWithSouvlaki Maxxob

 

[Jabroni]

Longhairs

Maraxos emerged from his quaint little hovel, breaking up pieces of snow and ice caked around the doorframe. It had been around two weeks since he last ventured outside. A strong storm came through recently and forced him and Japetto to take shelter and hunker down. To be honest, Maraxos really needed the rest. He was old after all, and each time he cleared the snow took more and more effort to accomplish. Not to mention the fact this winter dragged on far longer than anyone expected. So this past fortnight they decided it just wasn't worth the trouble.

The cold wind seeped through his fur robes like chilly tendrils from an octopus, prodding at his irritable bones. Japetto, who was perched on his back let out a squawk before flying back inside. "Hmph...I see how it is. Leave an old man to do all this work," he mumbled. Maraxos knelt down toward the white bed of snow and stuck his finger in it. He then brought it to his mouth and tasted what was there, his pupils swirling into an icy blue hue. "Ech- a lond na town...Guide nin na i Crossroads Tavern." With a strike from his gnarlwood staff, a beam of blue magic transformed the snow into a slushy stream.

He continued along the path as parts of his beard grew a life of their own. They mopped away the mess until he reached the town tavern. Before going inside, Maraxos wringed out the some of the water from his soaking beard. "Mmm...suilad. Captain..." he bemoaned before sitting in front of the fireplace. He raised his hands to the fire for warmth, and as he did this his beard imitated them the same way.


Slav

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

A woman entered not long after Marakos and quickly drew attention of the few patrons at the tavern. The toughs of purple and pink feathers making part of her hair face were the least unusual thing about her, as he might pass off as beastkind. Instead, she walked with straightness and confidence at a level rarely seen, that of someone whose presence demanded respect and considered herself over everyone not by some bravado but a quality she was born with. What she wore was also unusual of these parts, particularly the chest piece marked with the Five Suns the represented the Alathan empire. On her back was claymore and rifle.

Few people would know who this stranger was, though the sign of the Alathan Empire might cause suspicion from some who still remembered the rivalries of the Old World. However, that wasnt her concern, behind the unflappable dignity she presented she was dealing with a more pressing problem. She was freezing. The Alathan Empire rarely ever saw snow if ever, it had long dry summers and mild wet winters. It was a new experience for her to see snow both giving the place a certain beauty but at the cost of discomfort. Noone had told her that winter were so bitter or that it would last into spring. She needed to warm up quickly.

She walked up to the tavern keeper. "Please tell me you have some spiced Thalianan coffee." She said, speaking the common tongue competently but her accent was thick from where she was from.

"Thallian... What?" The tavern keeper said looking at her strangely like she said something alien to him.

She seemed surprised at first. "But you must have..." She began to say before trailing off as if realizing something. "Never mind bring me something that is hot and hopefully energizing." She said, finally waiving him off.

 

[Maxxob]

AMIR ODEH
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Was that morning colder than usual? It certainly seemed like, peering through his office’s window. But the hulking man couldn’t tell, as the fireplace in the room was working at full efficiency, keeping the ambient in a warm and fuzzy temperature. Small cracklings from the wood being burnt could be heard every once in a while. The sudden popping sounds could be enough to get the attention of the more absently minded, but that wasn’t the case for Amir. If there was one thing the man took seriously was his job.

Sitting behind a large wooden desk, the chair on which his generous posterior rested gave out silent creaks, almost matching the tempo of the fireplace, as if it begged to be released of such Herculean task it was performing. On the table, which had an almost C shape and went around him, and in front of the man, rested a big, thick notebook with a black cover. It looked a bit worn-out from the usage, some pages with a distinct more yellow-ish colour from degradation. The page it was opened, however, looked brand new. Not a single scribble had been made into it.

But that wasn’t because the merchant was slacking on that morning, no. The man had just completed the previous page and had run out of space to keep writing. Not far from the notebook, rested a few items: to its left, quite a few pages with information about invoices, proof of purchases and proof of sales. To its right: an ink bottle, filled up with a black liquid and, a bit further, a really simple and humble clay mug which offset everything else in the room, which was well adorned in contrast. Such a mug was filled with a green coloured beverage, which certainly was hot, as vapour slowly raised from it.

Not only that, to his right there were quite a few bags, filled with crowns, on his lap laid a wooden strong box, already having quite a few coins in it. His right hand held a quill and his left some documents he was checking. His eyes kept doing quick, precise checks on the information of the papers and coins already inside the box. The merchant’s right arm moved, first dipping the quill on the ink bottle and then starting to write on the blank page. The rotund man recorded, with utmost care, his profits, checked every one of his sales and counted the cash. When it was merchandise, he called from memory if it was correct and also wrote it down.

He kept doing that, over and over again, sometimes stopping and sipping his tea. The flavour was wonderful, full of spices that, while not expensive, really gave the beverage an exotic and almost unique flavour. After every invoice noted in his black-covered ledger, and every coin had been put inside the strong box, the man slammed the box shut, locking it with a pretty secure-looking lock. Looking from side-to-side, he checked if any of his employees were in the room. After he made sure he was alone, he pushed the creaking chair backwards. The poor wooden furniture almost gave away and broke on the spot, but that action wasn’t for naught.

Amir now could lift the cheap rug that was located previously under him, but now in his front. Doing so revealed a trap door, which the man opened, stuffing the strongbox inside it. After that, he moved both the rug and the chair back into place, as if such a secret compartment had never existed. He laughed to himself, thinking about just how much profit he had been earning lately and, in one gulp, finished the tea on his desk. He knew he couldn’t just stay in the office the whole day, as there was business to be had everywhere. And with a sigh, the mountainous man rose from the chair, which breathed a breath of relief. Near the wall, his humongous double axe was located. The merchant knew better than to leave his office unprepared and so, with one hand, he grabbed the gigantic weapon and positioned on top of his shoulder. After it, the man procured a wooden box that was near his table, holding it under his left arm. Walking, the wooden floors screamed under his weight, while his walk carried a limp. Strangely enough, such a heavy weapon had actually not damaged his posture, and that only happened when carrying it.

His office door flew open, with quite a few of his staff stopped what they were doing to look at what was going to happen next, as the merchant was very unpredictable - “I will be out meeting with potential clients. Take care of the place while I am gone, will you?” - he said, directing himself to Layla, which could be considered his right-hand. The woman gave him a nod, while he kept his strut until the door and out of his trading company. The wind was still cold and would have nipped his face if it wasn’t for his abundant facial hair - “Despicable weather!” - he spat on the ground while he started to walk.

 

[Britt-21]

Most would think Elora was more than likely made for the winter days, considering the cute winter outfit she seemed to taking a liking to. Soft fuzz on the trim of her jacket, while also being long enough to keep her warm while she wore her dress; The light baby blue color that matched her hair and the blue skies...It was her favorite. Out on her morning walk before work, she was found snuggling into her jacket while two guards remained posted nearby, watching both herself and her father take their stroll through the cold and bitter winter morning. Despite the cold, it seemed to never cause the elves to slack on the daily routine. When it came to her job, she'd stay there from the morning to the afternoon, but sometimes she could be found staying fairly longer than just 8 hours. Just because she actually enjoys her job aside from the bar fights that seem to break out every now and again due to some people getting carried away.

After her morning walk, she headed to the Crossroads tavern, up and ready for her shift as she ran through the snow as much as she could before getting through the back door "I'm here! It's really chilly out there huh?" she asked one of her coworkers, letting out a small giggle as she took off her fuzzy jacket and hung it up by the door. It was warm in the back, especially when food was getting prepared for the morning folks. During the day, it seemed that breakfast, tea, and others were more prominent when it came to the tavern, almost making them seem like an inn. Though as it rolled to night, the alcohol came out, the best dinners rolled out, and the tavern became far more louder and lively than in the morning. She adjusted her dress a little to make her seem a bit more presentable and put on an apron around her waist to protect the cloth underneath. Once she was ready, she stepped out to take a look at those who've already entered the tavern, spotting already various different people.

She spotted the old man sitting in front of the fireplace, seemingly warming up to it. Who could blame him? It was freezing out there. A thought popped into her mind to get him some tea, warm him up from the inside. ( Jabroni ) Taking that mental note down, she glanced over the others, seeing a dark-skinned woman with very beautiful feathers that lined her face but then came out to her cheekbones. Beautiful indeed. I wonder how soft they are... Surely very soft! she thought as she overheard her asking for something warm and energizing Coffee. was the first thing that came to her mind. ( ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ) Another note taken. Her golden eyes shifted over to a familiar blonde man, Oh hey, he's back too! Already a good start to this morning. she rushed back to the back and made some coffee, as well as some tea. Even though only one of the few had ordered, it didn't stop her from being kind enough to warm some kind souls.

The blue-haired elf left the back and approached the woman with a tray in her hand with some items on top. She placed the coffee down along with some milk and sugar cubes to accompany the bitter java. "Here you go! I overheard you wanting something warm and energizing. You can put some Milk and sugar in it if you'd like. However you prefer." she gave the woman a warm smile and made her way toward the old man, but spotted the Captain still seemingly waiting for someone to stop by his table. Looking at the tea on her tray and then at the old man, she figured it would be a good idea to go ahead and grab the Captain's order before dropping the current one off and then rushing to the back."Sir by the fire, I'll be right over with some tea for you!" she called out before making a move toward Markus. "Morning Captain." she said as she approached the table. She was quite small for her elf nature. about 5'5 to be exact. "Would you like some coffee? Perhaps tea with breakfast?" the elf asked, tilting her head slightly while her single stray hair bounced atop of her head. Almost as if it had a life of its own.

Interacted with: Jabroni Slav ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Mentioned: StealthyShades​

 

[leviohsa]

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Mentions: N/A
Interactions: Maxxob
Faraine was thankful for the many layers that protected her against the cold, despite the unrelenting chill that ran deep into her bones. Small, gloved hands were hidden by her larger, deep brown winter cloak. Green hair peeking out from underneath the rather large hood as she took in her environment. The knight knew how these winters fared, yet she could never quite get used to it (neither could the locals, according to the disgruntled murmurs and occasional "terrible weather!'s" thrown her way as she passed.) Pale cheeks were tinted pink, the skin feeling prickly as unforgiving winds pushed against her, her bow and arrow and short sword shifting within their respective guards as she trudged through the thick snow beneath her.

Her cloak narrowly missed becoming drenched by the snow, lifting up high behind her thanks to the strong winds. It felt a little silly to be outside when most of the townsfolk wouldn't dare go outside in these miserable conditions. Alas, Faraine was never one to be able to sit still for very long. So, she kept a lookout, jade-colored eyes scoping out the scene before her. It didn't take long for her to notice the rather large man holding an even larger double-axe, prompting her to tilt her head curiously.

"Despicable weather!" Irritation could be heard even against the whistling wind. She decided to keep an eye on the character, unsure as to why he would need such a large weapon in a relatively calm town. Faraine frowned slightly as she watched him spit into the snow. The look of disgust quickly vanished as the Huldran began to pick up her pace.

"You could say that again!" She piped up, letting out some breathy laughter beside the human. She could tell immediately that he was a man with lots of money. Or, rather, one who likes to spend lots of it. Ornate accessories and the rather ridiculous-looking double-axed further affirmed this conclusion for her. "Tell me, how'd you manage to get such an intricate axe?" Maybe asking questions would not only satiate her curiosity about the irritable-looking man, but deter him from causing mischief. "Did you make it yourself?"

Her hood had now fallen due to the wind, revealing her pointed ears. They were hard to miss, nearly reaching four-to-five inches away from her head. If her slight accent hadn't given away the fact that she was Huldran, her ears certainly would have. "Name's Raine, by the way. Sorry for the intrusion! Couldn't help but be curious.. you understand, don't you?" Her tone remained friendly, in hopes that he would want to show off to a much smaller, petite woman like herself. He looked the type to boast about oneself.

 

[Phayne]

Mentions: Everyone at the Tavern

The cold embrace of early morning would soon be greeted by the gracing light of the rising sun as dawn would begin its transition into day, the bovine beastkind finding himself alone in the outskirts of Kiland with nothing but the clothes on his back, a dagger and the large sack of grain he had purchased the day before. Tied tightly and hung from the large oaken branch of a nearby tree, Ragnar had found himself working up quite the sweat; faint trails of steam radiating off of his body as he got to work pounding the sack with both fists, indents visible upon the large sack of grain from where he had been striking.

Work had been rather dire the last couple of days, the cold weather doing its best to slow down the influx of job requests that came his way. Bandits, thieves and rogues alike would find themselves seeking shelter in the warmth; holed up in their hidden retreats or caves. Those among them that were daring and brazen enough to chance a target in this weather were being swiftly dealt with by the ever diligent city guards whom had little choice but to carry on with their responsibilities despite the icy grasp of nature. Other jobs such as guarding the transportation of merchant wares were scarce during this particular time of the year, many of the trade routes being snowed over; some completely impassable. Sea trade was an option, yet the thought of being stuck on a ship during the cold was not one that sounded appealing to the Mercenary.

Thus, with little work on the horizon; there was little else he could do besides honing his own strengths, keeping himself in prime condition for when business would pick up again.

A momentary pause would ensue, Ragnar stepping away from his hung sack of grain as the faint warmth of the sun touched his skin, Ragnar's body basking in the soft glow of the sun's touch. A faint mist of condensation escape would escape his breath as the bull raised an arm, blocking out the light threatening to blind him, as well as to wipe the beads of sweat that had anchored themselves to his forehead; unsure whether to continue their journey downwards or to remain frozen in place due to the cold air gripping the city of Kiland.

Hours had passed since he had begun his early morning session and by now the inhabitants of Kiland would more than likely be beginning their day; at least those with little choice but to endure the cold weather. A glance towards the town center followed by a hearthy smile would signal Ragnar's next intentions as he turned towards his discarded shirt and Jacket; the latter covering the small sheath containing his dagger. A few minutes would be invested towards getting himself fully dressed before he would return to the makeshift punchbag; his dagger unsheathed and in his right hand as he began to cut the rope midway; slumping the sack over his right shoulder once it had been freed from its restraint.

Roughly 20 minutes would go by as he made his way around the city streets; the heavy sack still hanging over his shoulder as he followed the scent tickling at his nose; a familiar aroma that would inevitably lead him towards the front door of the Crossroads Tavern; the sound of other customers just about audible from inside. "Ain't nothin better than a plate of morning grub after an honest workout" chimed Ragnar, readjusting the sack on his shoulder as he approached the front door; a heavy hand pushing it open as the large bovine man bent over slightly to enter the main dining room.

"A plate of fresh eggs, 4 slices of toast and yer finest back bacon!" bellowed Ragnar; turning and heading towards an empty table; the large man dumping the sack of grain to his right side with an audible thump, before he parked his rear end on one of the tables seats. "... and a mug of yer freshest milk as well... in fact make that two!" he added, glancing over towards a few of the barmaids already hard at work; winking at them as his long tail swished from side to side.​

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

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Tramp loved the outdoors. He never stayed inside or in one place for long; every day was like unraveling a mystery gift sent from nature's call. The only exception was when the outside became freezing cold and drenched in snow!

The fox boy popped his head out from a raccoon hole under some folk's home—his comfy sleeping place for last night. He shook his head and twitching ears of snow with a muffled 'brrrr.' "G'day, Winter..." he muttered, then crawling fully out of the hole. His tail followed last, puffing out in the open as though kept squished within the space. "Nice of you to rear your ugly butt around."

The cold already bit at his skin; maybe it wasn't a good idea to ignore the prior dips in temperature in favor of keeping the thin clothing that didn't even cover one of his arms...

Tramp sighed, then quickly took to hopping across the snowy lands—he left small craters with each jump, trying not to squirm with the blowing snow billowing to his face and all over his tail and now-drooping ears. His mind went back to his stash holding the winter getup. It was tucked around the Crossroads Tavern; as long as he got there, maybe he could actually enjoy himself out here!

Just around a turn here and there and I'll be at the ta—For the love of all things pure, that man is packing! By all means, this applied in more ways than one. What froze Tramp in his tracks was the man who looked like he twirled his mustache every moment he got to show off his wealth. And, judging by his clothing and general demeanor, it seemed pretty safe to say he must have held some coin on him. A gust of frigid wind made the boy's tail wrap around him in a shiver, briefly reconsidering his next course of action... But, the man was distracted right now by a small Huldran. Who was Tramp if he passed up a golden opportunity because of the weather?

It wouldn't hurt to play in the snow for a bit...

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In mere seconds, the chatting pair (mostly Amir) would have found themselves clobbered—covered head-to-toe in the powdery snow; victims of a massive snowball attack, packed in one singular ball! It wouldn't take long for them to spot the perpetrator, however: a panicked-looking fox beastfolk boy, running from the direction it was tossed and over to the two. "I'm sorry, sir! Miss!" he hurriedly shouted. Immediately, he took to running his hands over Amir's clothes and sweeping off the snow. "I thought you was the cranky ol' bastard that scammed my buddy of his coin!" Plastered on Tramp's face was a countenance full of genuine guilt. He kept his eyes trained on the duo as one of his hands discretely went to Amir's pocket, feeling the familiar sense of coin, and retracting the arm just as quickly as it went in. "It was an honest mistake!"

The hand went to his own pocket, depositing the earnings before returning to helping the man. He did spare a glance at the Huldran girl, only offering a smile. "Freezing today, isn't it?"

Tramp's tail wagged excitedly.

 

[Maxxob]

AMIR ODEH
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Interactions: leviohsa AriAriAbabwa

The rotund man turned, albeit slowly because of the axe resting on top of his shoulder. When his whole body was turned towards where the feminine voice which entered his ears, he took his time analyzing the interlocutor. Before saying a single word, Amir looked her from head to toe, trying to get the gist of what that interaction was about. Alas, the hood the person wore to protect themselves from the cold weather obstructed much of his view, and only small patches of green hair poked out of the head garment, not being possible to analyze her as much as he wanted.

On his face laid a smug expression, following up on her agreement about the climate - “I doubt there will be much of it left still… it has to let up at some point!” - he ended with a snicker and pulling the air from his nostrils with a bit of force, making a rather unhealthy mucus-filled sound. The hooded-figure could see the stocky-man’s face light up when he asked about the origins of his weapon of choice - “Thanks the Holy Trinity I didn’t make it. That would mean my work is in front of a furnace, sweating, getting my hands dirty with coal and other crap” - the female could see clear revulsion on his face, just thinking about working as a blacksmith of some sorts.

“This was forged and given to me by a pretty experienced smith from Iron Hill. He said a man of my stature should have a matching weapon after all!” - he laughed, boisterously, flicking his right wrist and, visibly, moving the preposterous weapon with great ease, single-handed - “It is one of a kind, really. I have never sharpened it and still cuts exactly as it did when I received it” - the man positioned that exaggerated weapon back on top of his shoulder.

When her visage was finally in front of his eyes, the left corner of the man’s mouth twisted lightly. Those knife-ears were hard to miss and easily became obvious the woman was a Huldran. Not that the merchant cared, he hardly had an opinion about the several races that he had encountered. To Amir, they were all equally up to being taken advantage and be charged premium - “Hahahahahaha! Of course you couldn’t help! One doesn’t come in contact with greatness and just let it go. I am Amir Odeh, owner and proprietor of-!!!”

And, just like that, the Falstaffian man was covered in snow. If his face wasn’t covered in snow, the expression of sheer anger would be seen. Shaking his head violently left and right to throw off the snow from his eyes, the sudden appearance of a delicate-looking fox beastkin boy could have not gotten a more furious gaze from the merchant. The boy’s deft hand went totally unnoticed by Amir. When the man would notice his missing 25 crowns, assorted by different values, would be anyone’s wonder.

The mustached-man could do little but to shake his body, since both his hands were occupied, one holding a wooden box, the other his axe, in an attempt to remove the snow from his body - “You little fucker! I should… I should-!” - the man cursed the boy between his clenching teeth, despite his apologies which appeared to fall onto deaf ears. Amir’s face turned into a deep, crimson color. Embarrassment, shame and anger blended together, his right hand closing around the gigantic double-axe’s handle. For a moment, had not a thin layer of sense remained into the man, the axe would have been brought down, in full force.

“Get away from me!” - Amir used his elbow to push the hands of the well-intentioned fox boy away, clearly appearing to be on top of the situation. A guttural growl escaped the man’s still clenched teeth when the innocent sounding comment that came from the boy reached his ears - “I have wasted enough of my time here!” - furrowed brows, the crimson color still perpetuated on his face, the man turned away from the pair, starting his walk towards the tavern.

 

[StealthyShades]

Disgusting Weather

Thomas A. Edevane

Mentions: Britt-21 Phayne

A young human maid slowly walked down the long hallway towards the master suite of the Edevane household. She quietly opened the door to not wake her noble masters, slowly examining the room from left to right. Seeing that Thomas was not in his bed as she looked more towards the right, she saw that the door to his study was open and candlelight gleamed through the doorway. She swiftly walked to Mary Edevane, who was still in a deep slumber on the silk sheeted bed. Before the maiden could do anything she heard a deep voice from behind her. Thomas carefully sat his hand on her shoulder and said, “Let her sleep a little bit more. She was up all night writing her novel.” The young maid nodded in agreement and saw her way out.

The Noble kneeled down next to the bed and slowly ran his fingers across his wife’s soft face. He admired her beauty that made him smile. Soon his smile began to fade for he knew that he had to start his day. He quickly got his clothes on which was a white three-piece suit and bright white coat made from polar bear fur. “This weather is completely dreadful, I can't believe the gods would make their people suffer like this.” He flounced to the front door. Two knights stood outside waiting to escort him and his daughter to town.

As the sun rose above the horizon the walk to the tavern was much more pleasing to the old Huldra. As he walked into the old tavern for the commonwealth, the first thing he noticed was a musky smell that was so bad it was like you could taste it. So, this is the shithole you've been working in, my dear Elora. He would never know why his daughter would ever work in a place like this. He thought that no one would leave the lifestyle he currently lived for the shit one that he knew as a child. He moved to an empty booth. Two of his knights follow him and stood next to the table. He called one of the barmaids, that wasn't his little girl, over to take his order. Thomas looked around the room and first saw a bull-like breast of a man sitting near him. Now that is someone who I would want to control. He definitely has the muscles to deal with any of my men. He leaned over to one of his guards and told him to get the mercenary’s attention.

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[Anne Boolean]

Mona Yue​

Despite having a job now, Mona still didn't make enough to afford better winter clothing. The brown coat and gloves she covered herself with had holes, and the cloak wrapped around her was slightly tattered. They had been well-made and a sign of affluence before, but the cold nights she spent on the street had taken their toll on them. Sadly, this was the case for most of her clothing, but winterwear served a more important function than what one typically wore on a day to day basis. With her small income, she could afford to buy new clothes fairly easily, but warm furs still required quite a bit of saving up, which she hadn't been able to do quite yet.

The woman could have stayed inside, but it was her day off, and if she had, the owner of the New Frontiers would have most likely asked her to work. Most people were staying in their own homes, but some still wandered into the establishments for a warm drink and some food. Either way, she intended to use the day promised to her for relaxing to do just that. Unfortunately, that would be quite difficult in the cold air and with the ground covered with snow. Her only option seemed to be going to a tavern, as a customer instead of an employee. Although it was far from ideal, she was happy to get whatever time off she could.

As she made her way through the white streets, her crimson eyes fell on a group of three. One of the trio were quite familiar: Tramp, a young beastkin she had befriended while living unhoused. The other male in the group, well-dressed and wielding a large axe, seemed angry at him. A smirk appeared on the pink-haired woman's face as she heard the boy's apology, immediately assuming it was part of some attempt to swindle the man. The two had pulled some stints in the past which she looked back upon fondly, but sadly, Mona was never as dexterous as the other. After finding herself miserable in jail for a few days, she attempted to seek out honest work.

That being said, it wasn't often that the rich made their money through honest means, and it could be argued in all ways except legally that they were swindling people just as much as common thieves. Besides, this guy's Crowns would be better spent on outerwear for her than sitting in a safe this man kept under the floorboards or something. Mona picked up some snow and followed suit.

"Hey, fuck you!" she called out as she threw it at Amir. "Now Rudy's mom won't be able to afford that medicine!" She approached the group, glaring at the man, only momentarily giving Tramp a glance.

Interactions: Amir ( Maxxob ), Tramp ( AriAriAbabwa ), Faraine ( leviohsa )

 

[leviohsa]

Faraine Crosse

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Maxxob AriAriAbabwa Anne Boolean Britt-21

It didn't take very much dialogue from the man beside her for Faraine to decipher that he certainly was the type of man she thought he was. Flashy, rich, and.. kind of prissy, if she were being frank. The twitch in his mouth did not fall on blind eyes, as the Huldran was all-too used to getting certain stares or comments. Her ears were especially long, so it couldn't be helped.

Faraine didn't have to listen to all of his boisterous dialogue to get the information she needed. Amir Odeh. Proprietor. Definitely a local merchant. Clearly not out to cause trouble, unless it had to do with swindling Crowns the old fashioned way.

Essentially, this was a waste of time.

This was confirmed by the muffled SMACK! followed by the sensation of freezing cold snow melting onto her numerous layers. The woman wasn't nearly as angry as Amir was, but the look of irritation couldn't be hidden from her features, even if she tried.

"I thought you was the cranky ol' bastard that scammed my buddy of his coin!" She watched the scene play out like clockwork, deciding not to say anything about the clear act of pick-pocketing this once. She didn't like Amir's attitude, nor the violent intent that flashed through him even for a brief moment. Apologies were expressed, but this didn't stop the towering man from making himself more and more angry.

“You little fucker! I should… I should-!” Faraine kept her hand close to her sword at the sight of how Amir's knuckles turned white, his cheeks red with anger. Faraine didn't think she would have to stop a over-zealous merchant from beating an orphan, but the day was still young. A diligent gaze remained on the merchant, until he frustratedly stormed off. The Knight did not relax her posture, sensing the sudden appearance of a new figure in her peripheral.

"Hey, fuck you!" Faraine couldn't help the dejected sigh falling from her lips, the air visible thanks to the nippy air. "Now Rudy's mom won't be able to afford that medicine!" Rudy's mom? Wasn't the discourse about his buddy? The knight's suspicion's about the beastkin boy's intentions were now confirmed by this new woman's made-up story. It didn't even fit the younger child's narrative. With an arched brow, she spoke towards the two delinquents.

"As a Knight of the Tribe of Yulra, I'm not usually one to target those less fortunate, and young ones at that.. But I cannot condone instigating violence. Please stop this, before I confiscate your newly acquired Crown." Her voice was stern, right hand still placed on the hilt of her short sword in case Amir decided to come back for more. Her lips were pressed into a flat line, her once arched brow now lowered to reflect the seriousness in her tone. The Huldran didn't even bother pointing out the hole in their story, figuring that the pair would figure it out amongst themselves in a moment or so. She only hoped that they would realize that one detail, and not the fact that she had no jurisdiction in this area.. at all.

It was an honest mistake, of course, but.. she couldn't exactly stand down now! She'd look even more stupid if they knew! The Huldran decided not to dwell on the thought for too long, knowing it would make her stern facade crumble rather quickly.

Her glare shifted from one to the other, taking in their tattered clothes, and impish smiles. It did not take a genius to figure out that this mischievous pair needed money for necessities. Faraine really hoped they would listen to her, because she didn't doubt that Amir would come back to teach these two a lesson. Her comrades would have given much less patience... And she quickly began to wonder if her kindness was mistakenly given.

She knows her best friend would approve of this act of mercy, her cheery voice practically echoing in her mind about how "We must help those that are less fortunate, not cut them down!"

Or.. something like that, anyway.

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[Slav]

≛ Markus Ebner

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He turned and looked towards the old man, returning a greeting, "Morning." Despite it being early, he wasn't surprised to see the old man settling in front of the fireplace. Markus's gaze shifted onto Elora as she approached, watching the stray hair move on her head. "Morning, it seems you're quite cheery on this less than stellar day." Markus always adored the little barmaid, as she always seemed to have energy when he was lacking it. "I'll just have a cup of tea this morning like I usually do, need something to keep me going for the morning patrol." Every second that he wasn't in the wretched cold was a blessing for him. Having that tea was a necessity for the cold he was going to endure in the morning.

Watching the stream of interesting characters enter the tavern was always enjoyable, wondering what brought them here in the first place. Some of the faces at the tavern weren't foreign to him, but others were almost strangers to him. It would be hard not to notice the large beastkind man entering the tavern and luckily, he seemed to be no threat. Just the thought of trying to arrest someone of his size made Markus shudder. The rest of the tavern goers seemed normal enough to Markus where he considered them no threat to the peace of the town. While he was awaiting his tea, he couldn't help but notice who just entered the tavern.

Markus fixed his rather messy hair to make himself more presentable, he didn't want to give the guards a bad look by looking like a bum. He was caught off guard by the arrival of Thomas, he didn't think he'd come into an establishment like this, but he slowly realized why that might be the case. He turned towards Elora who was still nearby and nonchalantly waved at her to get her attention, "I'm sure you probably already noticed, but your father is here, and I have no clue why." He said in a hushed tone. He didn't want her to be surprised by his presence, seeing your father while working isn't the thing you normally want to see. "It seems your morning might be more eventful than mine."

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[Britt-21]

( Slav ) "Cup of tea, got it." her warm smile never seemed to falter "If I'm not cheery, then who will be?" a giggle escaped her lips and she hurried off to give the tea to the old gentleman at the fire "Here you go, a tea for you good sir. I know it's quite cold out there but this should warm up your core." ( Jabroni ) she then rushed to the back to get another tea for the Captain, gathering the small cup of milk and a few sugar cubes that she liked to stack for whatever reason. As long as it looked presentable right? From the back she could hear someone barking out an order for breakfast and drinks. Her elf ears bounced a little as she went to peek at who could have yelled out for an order like that. She took note of her coworkers were already working on the order, while one of the barmaids brought the two large mugs of milk for him. He was a bull man, and surely he fit the part as a bull with his large build and those long horns. You could probably sit on his head and use those horns as handles. she thought innocently just thinking of a child sitting atop his head and holding onto the horns. ( Phayne ) she went back to finishing the tea for Markus and she put everything on a smaller tray, bringing it out and swiftly walking over to his table where she began to slowly set down everything in front of him "I brought some milk and some sugar cubes if you wanted to add any in. If not, then that's okay. Wave me down if you need anything."

With that said, she moved back to the back to help her coworker with the order from the large man that came in earlier. Prepping his plate and starting on the toast This morning is already quite busy but I like it. I get to see some new faces. she thought, smiling gently to herself while her golden gaze remained soft. Everyone was working together to get the breakfast together and just as soon as it was finished, her coworker thanked her and rushed out the door with the food, dropping it off to the table while the young elf watched. While scanning the room, she spotted her father sitting not too far from the bull man and she raised her eyebrow Why is Papa here? did he actually want food from her workplace? But...Why? They had plenty of food at home. ( StealthyShades ) On top of that, her father never seemed to be the type to eat at her workplace. Maybe he's trying to taste more of the commoner food? that was the only thought that crossed her mind for someone like him. In the corner of her eye, she spotted Markus waving her down, causing her to move over to him with haste and leaned in a little when he spoke in a softer tone, her ears bouncing slightly "I did notice, I'm just as surprised as you are." she quietly replied.

"He usually eats at home, I've never really seen him step foot in here and actually try to order something." golden hues shifted to Thomas and then back to Markus "Maybe if you stay a little longer, your Morning will get eventful too. You underestimate the time of day a brawl can break out any moment." she joked, though it did happen from time to time. Especially with those morning drinkers who try to come in drunk, order, and try to cause a fight with someone who's just wanting some nice breakfast.


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[Jabroni]

Longhairs

Maraxos palmed the cup of tea Elora offered him, and just as he did a burst of warmth filled his bones. He hadn't even taken a sip yet, but there was magic in hospitality and the old man felt its presence in this cup. "Ahh-" he muttered instinctually. "Thank you, young lady. Lothron i gods bless cin..." Upon his first sip, the crook in Maraxos' back straightened with a slight creaking sound and his whiskers unwrinkled themselves as if they'd been combed just a minute ago. With some pep in his step, he would soon be ready for the day's work before long.

Looking around the room, he noticed the tavern began to fill up rather quickly. Each newcomer appeared tougher and more intimidating than the last. First, there was a confident warrior woman with a big sword and gun on her back. He wondered just what her deal was but soon noticed the Five Suns on her breastplate. He knew that sign back when he was one of the boatmen of Alta. Ship sails emblazoned with the suns came from the Alathan Empire, explorers in search of new lands. Many came into port, yet few returned from voyages set to take them far away into unchartered realms. Maraxos couldn't help but feel sorry for those young men and women who probably died at sea.

He started to walk unevenly toward Imrae, hoping to learn something from this mysterious figure. "Díhen- nin...I am an old seaman, and it has been some time since I've left Kiland. Have you any news...from afar?" Perhaps she knew of recent events from Gina. Then again, maybe she wasn't who she pretended to be and got the armor off some merchant. Or even still, she could be like most Alathans he met during his sea days - cold and distant.


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ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

 

[StealthyShades]

A Beast-Kind’s Bad Breath

Thomas A. Edevane

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As the tavern slowly began to fill up with a melting pot of different types of people, The Elven Knight began his short but scary walk towards the bull. Before he could get a word out of his mouth he was foolishly distracted by one of the barmaids that delivered the man's food. He drowned himself within the curly-haired maiden's eyes and completely forgot what his master sent him over to ask. As the Knight turned to face Thomas, the impatience within the Elven Nobles eyes sparked the memory of the young knight. He interrupted Ragnar’s peaceful, delicious (for a commoner) breakfast but a loud commotion abruptly came from the front door of the tavern.

A drunken beast-kind, that was part bear, decided to barge in the tavern with no sense of respect for anyone's well-being in mind. His Wretched morning breath filled the tavern. The white bear screamed out one of the bar maids' names. The same curly-haired barmaid rushed out from the back and tried to shoo him away. “Now I told you that you're not allowed to be here piss drunk. I don't have time for your bullshit antics.” the big white bear didn't like the tone that she was giving him and started to be very aggressive with the small human. The same elf That was supposed to get the mercenary's attention instead decided to help his newly found love interest instead. “Now you back away from her what gives you the right to treat a lady like that?” The bear began to cackle. He leaned in and the smell of his breath became worse. The smell of the rotten meat stuck between his teeth that probably was marinated with alcohol from the night before. “Lady?” he laughs again. “This little pipsqueak is a fucking whore and should be treated like one.” The bear, not really feeling the whole prince charming routine, backhanded and instantly knocked out the elven knight.

“Can you not harm my men, it's only nine in the morning and I need them til six” Thomas Said while he raised his voice from across the tavern. “Also, can you not afford to take a damn shower? At least some people here have some decency and respect for themselves.” The big bear angrily marched towards the Elven Noble pissed. “Don't you dare speak to me about respect, you crown kisser. You decided to kiss the ring of the crown, instead of helping the people who built this damn land.” The Bear looked at the coat that the noble was wearing and became Bloodthirsty “You… fucking… Pig. You killed my own people for a fucking coat!…. I'm going to kill you!!!” The bear raised his claws up to strike down the old Noble but before he could the other Elven Knight pushed Thomas to safety. The Knight laid on the ground motionless. No one knew if he was dead or hopefully just knocked out. The bear grabbed Thomas and raised him up from the ground. “Any last words you twat?” Thomas stared at the bear And gave him a big smirk. “Sir Bull, I'm seemingly in a pickle as of right now, I'm in need of your services. Would 200 crowns grant me of what I ask?”

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[Maxxob]

AMIR ODEH
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The merchant thought he could leave that snowy place and head to the tavern, where he had set up a meeting with a client. It appeared that wouldn’t be so, as another figure joined the trio. This time, the man appeared to have wised up. The new snowball hit the quick moving elbow, which protected his face from the snowy projectile. Even so, some snow managed to hit his turban and corner of his beard, causing a déjà vu with the freezing sensation.

“Oh great, another dirty pest…” - those were Amir’s thoughts when the figure with the tattered hood entered his vision. Clearly, that was just another riffraff. The foul-mouthed girl mentioned someone’s mother or something like that, which the greedy stout man couldn’t possibly care less - “My time is far too precious for this!” - the man bellowed to the wind, deciding to ignore completely being wronged by the 2nd time and forgetting about the ruffians.

Not letting anything stop him in his tracks, his movements were much different from when he had only gotten out of his merchant agency. Almost like a force of nature, the rotund salesman forced his way through the snow and towards the all too known village favorite: Crossroads Tavern. After the corpulent man stopped in front of the fine establishment, one challenge just presented itself. With both hands occupied, grabbing the door’s knob and turning wouldn’t be the easiest of tasks. With that, Amir opted by the simplest solution: drop his axe.

The patrons inside the place may have heard the heavy thud coming from outside the place. The sound of something hitting firm ground, but what could it be? Soon after it, the door would open and through it, the horizontally-challenged man would walk through it. For the first few steps, the gigantic weapon was dragged, before a heartily ‘oomph’ coming from his gut and the weapon was swing in a circular motion, being put to rest once again on top of his shoulder.

Now, to close the door, an even simpler solution was used: his boot forced the wooden door shut, giving it a well measured push, which didn’t make it slam nor was too shy to make it close properly. Now inside the tavern, the merchant almost forgot how shitty the weather was. Looking around, there was quite a collection of unusual patrons. One that certainly wasn’t unusual was the captain of the guard, Markus Abner. Amir had tried to ‘buy’ the man before, quite unsuccessfully, he may add. Someone who couldn’t be bribed was no good in the fat man’s book.

Clicking his tongue in utter despite, the man set out looking for his client and, at the corner of the room, he saw the rather timid and thin-looking red-headed human which, on the very tip of his nose, wore a pair of round spectacles. Approaching the man without delay, an inviting grin appeared across his face - “I thank you for waiting me, Ghenji. I had some… complications on my way over” - the chunky, black-haired tradesman said, before pulling a chair and sitting, without much ceremony.

“It… it is fine… Amir…. A-as l-long as you b-brought it” - the frail man looked really nervous. Sweat formed on his forehead and was constantly looking around, possibly bringing attention to himself because of the odd behavior. Amir’s expression was one of patience and almost kindness. A face that was totally contradictory with his earlier behavior. Letting the axe rest on his own lap by its handle, he approached the man a bit - “Now, now, there is no reason to be nervous like that. It isn’t like we are dealing with something illegal here, isn’t that right?” - with a smile and a melodic voice, the wooden box that was carried all the over was placed in front of the man with a heavy motion.

“See for yourself” - like a showman, Amir slowly opened the box, pulling its top without rushing. When its contents were revealed, Ghenji’s eye sparked with interested. The man’s hand tried to slowly reach the box’s contents, only to be denied in the very last second with the box being closed - “As for the payment, just like we had agreed on, half of the total now and the rest when the shipment is delivered. But before that…. Hey, miss! A golden tea for me!” - the man non-caringly told the serving lady that was nearby. The red-haired man, on the other hand, couldn’t believe that there would be no deal before the plump man has had his tea.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Imrae looked turned around as she waited for the tavern owner to fulfil her order, though she assumed that it won't be, and she would have to complain. So she was surprised when a female voice sounded behind her, only a couple of minutes later, and she turned to see blue haired girl with elven features. What more the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from underneath her. She could tell immediately this was good coffee, and there was something in the girls' manner that was striking. "Thank you..." She just manage to say before the waitress seemed to move to somebody else.

It took a moment for her to recover and looked down at her coffee and the provided additionals. Sugar and milk? She frowned and shook her head, how foreigners seem to poison good coffee with milk and sugars she never understood. She picked up the mug and took another smell of the coffee, bitter and hot, just by doing so she felt the cold leave her body. She took a few slow sips. Good coffee outside Arlathan Empire? Seemed that it was a day for miracles. She took a few more ship and went deep in thought.

She was here now, she was in the New World. Supposedly where her mother was from, where could she go next to find them? She had not planned this, it was one of those spur of the moment things born out of curiosity and a bit of rebellion. It took significant planning and thought just to get on the ship here. She needed to find a map and some people with good local knowledge. Find where the Beastkind tribes are and hopefully find those with purple feathers. A plan, not a good one but something to work towards. She had seen a big brute of a beastkind in the Tavern earlier, not quiet her type and looked like trouble but might be forth the trouble.

A voice came through and interrupted her thought, annoying her momentarily. She turned and saw an old man approach her. She him try to make it to her, instinctively, she stood and moved to help the man to a nearby chair. "Same as it ever was old man, wars, disease and politics. I doubt any of my stories would interest you, even if it did, i dont think would be at liberty to say."

Britt-21
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[AriAriAbabwa]

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Tramp flinched away the moment Amir raised an arm, seemingly about to hit the boy. Nothing he wasn't used to. Smirk unchanging, he swiftly backed up with his hands in the air. "Easy there, bud!" Tramp shouted back. "Too much blood pressure is especially bad for someone like you!" Then Amir backed off, grumbling—probably for the best.

The orphan boy shot a wink at the witness, a small Huldran girl. "Rich people, am I ri—"

"Hey, fuck you!"

The abrupt shout turned Tramp around, instinctively spurring him to dash away, brushing past Faraine in what felt like a blink of an eye. As soon as he got a look at the source of the voice, though, he calmed down with an embarrassed chuckle. "Talk about high blood pressure!" he mused. Tramp always kept an eye out for the unruly, and Amir's pissed response was enough to get his guard up for the time.

The fox boy knew Mona; they would have been the greatest partners in crime—if she wasn't caught! Seeing her again would have won a hug from him if it wasn't for the fact that she was joining in on his ploy with new elements to the story! "Emily! Calm down!" he piped up, coming to Mona with a fake name as to stop her from any more aggravation. "That's not the guy!" Then, in a quieter tone, he said, "Besides, he's already given all he could give." With a slight grin, Tramp motioned to his own pocket.

The beastkind again kept watch on Amir, but thankfully the second snowball was not enough to spur him into wanton violence. Soon enough, the rotund ball of a man wandered off, and they were alone with a successful minor robbery.

Well, success if not for the fact that the small Huldran announced herself as a Knight. Before Tramp had to start panic-think for a way out, however, it sounded more like all she wanted of them was to stop provoking the man, and he already waddled away not too long ago. "Alright, alright," Tramp said smugly. Did she not like the rich-looking bloke from earlier? He did seem like the type to not get any eager response from women. "I wouldn't wanna get in trouble with the Knights!" Tramp's tail swished and wagged in the snow behind him. Meanwhile, he rubbed his exposed arm as the freezing weather essentially gnawed on his skin at this point.

Tramp then looked to Mona, smiling before hopping at the girl with a literally cold hug. "So what made you come out of the woodwork so suddenly? I thought I'd be alone again for the rest of my days out here!"

 

[Phayne]

Mentions: Markus { Slav } in particular, but everyone at the tavern
Interacts: Thomas { StealthyShades }

Several minutes has elapsed before Ragnar caught whiff of the oh so familiar breakfast feast that was making its way towards him; the bull turning to face the barmaid in question as he hungrily awaited his breakfast. In her delicate hands, a fresh plate with steam radiating off of the luxurious meal could be seen as she danced her way across the tavern floor, her curly hair bobbing along as several of the other tavern attendee's stopped what they were doing to watch her make the short trip over to Ragnar. Many were speechless, though none more obvious than the Elven knight that had stopped his approach; mouth agape as he found himself ensnared by the maiden's eyes. Ragnar had taken note of the elven warrior, one of several to have arrived with the Noble sat at the other side of the tavern. A personal bodyguard? Perhaps. The specifics didn't much matter to the beastkind whom had simply come her to partake in a fresh meal.

Alas, a fresh meal was not so easy to enjoy as mere minutes of being placed in front of him, the door to the tavern would swing open; a fresh cold breeze wafting into the warm interiors of the tavern; bringing with it the scent of drunken bile and freshly soiled undergarment. If that wasn't bad enough; the decaying odour of his morning breath had threatened to spoil the fresh meal in front of Ragnar, the rancid and overpowering stench that escaped the bear-kins maw being akin to chemical warfare. It was idiots like this that threatened the 'good' image that Ragnar tried to maintain; that made others think so lowly of beastkinds. This man was more Beast that beastkin, yet his actions would undoubtedly reflect badly upon all others of their species.

Ragnar glanced towards Markus, the infamous captain of the guard. If anyone had the authority to put this beast away, it was him. The sooner the better as the concoction of deadly odours permeating off of the bearman threatened to permanently eradicate everyone's sense of smell. Markus's presence here also meant it was a tad bit more complicated for Ragnar to act on his desire to punt the drunkard out of here. Starting a brawl wasn't exactly 'acceptable behaviour'... especially if the benefits did not outweigh the risks. A night or two in a cell didn't match the benefit of putting boot to ass and getting rid of this clown.

Instead, before anyone else could really act. The love struck Elven knight had mustered the courage to stand before the larger beastman; his wits overrun by his libido as he attempted to act the chivalrous knight in shining armor; now that his love interest had been the victim of the bear mans onslaught. "Fool..." mumbled Ragnar as he sunk his teeth into a particularly succulent piece of bacon, doing his best to salvage his morning breakfast as everything else around him begun to turn to shit. The sound of a body falling to the ground confirmed Ragnar's thoughts.

Gradually things began to turn even more dire as the noble voiced his frustrations; his knight struck to the ground with a single backhand, the barmaid labelled a whore and the Noble now being the centre of the bears ire and disdain towards the crown followed by the inevitable sound of another body crumpling to the ground. Ragnar, with a bit of egg on his face had turned to address the situation; half expecting to see the body of the Noble Elf sprawled across the floor. Instead if was another Elven Knight; taken out with a single hit. "So much for being warriors... eh?" mumbled Ragnar, looking at the two fallen knights with disdain, before turning his attention back at the Noble.

Ragnar had been taken by surprise as eye contact was made; the noble elf despite his predicament making eye contact with Ragnar; the suspicion proven true a few moments after as the Noble addressed him.

"200... to get rid of the trash?" replied Ragnar, a smirk now forming as he wiped the food off of his face and stood tall; his chest glistening against the taverns inner lighting as he cracked both sets of knuckles. "I'd have done it for half... but a deals a deal. 200 crowns and I'll get rid of the trash." boasted Ragnar, as he glanced towards Markus. "I hope the leader of the city guard doesn't mind... but business is business and someone needs to get rid of the garbage" chuckled Ragnar, before he turned to face the bear, his fist's clenched

"Well then, how about you put the elf down and test yourself against someone a bit more your size. I can either have your ass handed to you here in front of everyone? Or should we spare everyone in here and take this outside? Either way, the result will be the same..." goaded Ragnar, as he began to saunter over towards the duo.

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Sadly, her provocation hadn't stopped Amir. The man continued along his merry way without much more than a few grumbles.

A momentary smirk appeared on the woman's face as Tramp played along, but she quickly returned to her stern demeanor. "Ah... that's a shame. Why, when I find that scoundrel..."

Despite the amazing improv on both Mona and Tramp's part though, their scheme had been seen through. On top of that, the woman who commented on their newly acquired Crowns was apparently a knight, though not one from here. Did that mean she had jurisdiction here? Well, Mona wasn't one to poke the bear and find out, especially with how lenient she was being by letting them keep it.

"Apologies, Ma'am. It's been a brutal winter." Well, it seemed she wouldn't be able to get any money for a new coat, but at least Tramp would still be able to keep what he had taken.

Seconds later, she found the younger Beastkin throwing himself at her in an embrace. She chuckled, stumbling back as she caught him and wrapped her arms around him as well. A hug would have been warming had it not been for the fact that Tramp's clothing barely covered him, leaving his body frigid. At least her own little warmth would be shared with him, though.

"Please. I'm the one unable to find you when I'm out and about," she responded. "And you know you're always welcome at the New Frontier for a few scraps when I'm working. Today is my day off, though, and despite the weather, I decided to go out. I fear Dorian would have tried to make me work even today if I had stayed." Unfortunately, there wasn't exactly much to enjoy out here in the cold and snow, at least not if your attire wasn't fit for it. "And what about you? What mischief have you gotten into?" She glanced over at Faraine. Hopefully Tramp hadn't lost his luster as well.

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≛ Markus Ebner

『 TAGGED 』Interactions: ◇ Britt-21 ◇ Phayne Mentions:◇ StealthyShades

"While I like a good drunken brawl like the next person, I'm often the one that has to drag their drunken asses into a jail cell for the day." Markus said, taking his cup of tea and taking a small sip. The drink felt like heaven in this weather, and he was already thinking of ordering another one. Markus could only enjoy his drink for a short time as his eyes darted up as he heard voices being raised across the tavern. It seemed that somebody had already too much to drink, what a surprise.

Markus darted up from his seat as he saw the beastkind bear knock out an elven guard. His hand lowered down to his hilt, ready to pull his blade out in case he had to cut down the barbarian in front of the patrons. He would have advanced towards Thomas if it had not been for Ragnar stepping in, for a price of course. While Markus wanted to do his job, he also wanted to finish his tea and Ragnar seemed capable of doing that, "Try to keep the mess to a minimum, I'm trying to drink my tea."

Markus was never one to condone violence, but that beastkind bear was ruining his morning tea. He'd probably have to arrest him after the fight, meaning he'd have to dredge through the snow to the guard house. He plopped back down into his seat, grabbing his tea to take another sip. It was impossible to have a quiet morning as the captain, all he wanted was some serenity. "Since my peaceful morning was ruined, why don't you take a seat Elora? I doubt you want to be near that ruckus." He said, nodding to what was happening. A girl of her small stature wouldn't last a moment in any scrap, so it was best she stayed away from it. "Unlike you, I never have any time off." The Captain said, sipping on his tea. He was never off-duty, and he found the job to be taxing at times.

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[Britt-21]

StealthyShades Slav Phayne

Elora let out a small giggle in response "That is true, Captain-" as she replied, she heard a commotion coming from across the tavern. Shifting her gaze over, she spotted a Bear-like Beastman walk in; Who was clearly drunk. Being obnoxiously loud and rude first thing in the morning It still baffles me that people can still do something like this. All I want to do first thing in the morning is continue to snuggle in my fluffy sheets. Golden eyes narrowed as she picked up on what the beastkind was saying, not liking the words pouring out of his mouth. Her hands clenched into fists as he backhanded one of the elven knights that her father keeps around. Markus seemed to act quick as he got up, his hand moving straight toward the Hilt of his blade. "How dare he say such filthy words about one of my coworkers." her words were soft, almost like a murmur. Her father only seemed to provoke the male by taunting him, even insulting him Papa are you crazy? He's far larger than you! We may be Elven but we aren't indestructible. Annnnd there went the bear insulting back before threatening her father. Though it seemed like everything unfolded badly for the knights but great for her own father who asked for help from the bull-man she was watching earlier.

The Bull happily accepted Papa's crowns to take care of the bear currently man handling him. Markus seemed okay with the whole ordeal but it didn't mean that she was okay with it. Though even if she did try to do anything, she'd get smacked around too. She wasn't the tallest of Elves and could easily be thrown with the large men in the tavern. She didn't notice the Captain take his seat till after he spoke to her, making her glance toward him "I could do that, yeah." she then took a seat across from him, her hands being placed in her lap "Surely you'll get a day off one day. Have you tried to request just one before?" while asking this question, she lowkey kept an eye on the situation, making sure it didn't turn into her father becoming a tug-of-war piece. "There's no way they keep you working all year round, right?"
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[Jabroni]

Longhairs

The Arlathan warrior's response seemed appropriate. Who was he to her but a stranger? How could she possibly have any idea who the boatmen are besides glorified valets parking ships for a living? In order to gain some trust, he thought he might regale Imrae with a tale of his own. Something about the old days. The Tale of the Three Amahikos remained popular among travelers, and some say he told a good account of it. He nodded toward the female warrior and started, "I understand...Well, if you have the time I would tell you about the day I-"

With a stir, Maraxos reeled back from the commotion happening just beside them. If it hadn't been for Imrae sitting him down, he'd have been on the floor right now. "By the Lord's Light, what on earth!" His first instinct was to cut the mooring ropes and set sail, but they weren't on a boat. Furthermore, the Crossroads Tavern remained especially dry despite Winter's best efforts. So he couldn't hope to call on any light abilities using the water around him. Instead, Maraxos sat there like a frightened nitwit.

But then there came the horned savior. Turns out he wasn't much of a savior after all, but a hired goon for one of Kiland's nobles. Whatever the case, the old boatman remained grateful someone was taking care of this disquieting outburst. If there was one thing he hated, it was NOISE!


ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Phayne

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Imrae sat up, seemingly curious to hear the tale the old man was going to tell her, or at least willing to politely listen to the old man's rambling. His tales could have been interesting, at least give some insights to the locals that might prove useful to her adventures. If nothing else, it did not hurt to win friends with the locals, even the old and at the fringe of this settlement's society. Also, she had a feeling that there was something more to the old man than meets the eye. She was both curious and careful with him.

However, a commotion drew both their attention and it seemed she would get a more direct view of colonial life. It seemed a Bear beastman was having a fight with a noble looking elf, from what it sounded like it was about a girl. She shook her head. "Manhood competition." She muttered before noting that the elf hired the big bull beastman to come to his aid, and the captain seemed reluctant to intervene between them.

She drew her large claymore just in case, letting it rest on the ground while she leaned her arms on the sword's cross guards. "I assume that this is a common thing in these parts?" She asked the old man. She eyed the captain, who remained seated sipping the tea. "Bar fights are not within the preview of the local... What is the world in these parts... Bailiff? Sheriff? The law of the land."

Jabroni
Slav