The spear came out of nowhere, Neph only saw it out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widened as his reflexes kicked in. Neph sprung into the air, his tail flicked as he propelled upwards, much higher than a normal person should be able to jump. His eyes flashed as he glared at the drunken man. Neph reached into his cloak and pulled out a dagger before landing. His hood had fallen down, reveling his horns and long ears. He heard the crowd gasp, after all tieflings were a rare find.
Neph glanced at the pair, the drunken man and a girl. Their faces seemed a bit... familiar, but Neph brushed that aside. He held the dagger up, pointing it at the two. "D-Drunk pe-people should n-not have w-weapons. Step d-down before y-you get h-hurt."
The spear came out of nowhere, Neph only saw it out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widened as his reflexes kicked in. Neph sprung into the air, his tail flicked as he propelled upwards, much higher than a normal person should be able to jump. His eyes flashed as he glared at the drunken man. Neph reached into his cloak and pulled out a dagger before landing. His hood had fallen down, reveling his horns and long ears. He heard the crowd gasp, after all tieflings were a rare find.
Neph glanced at the pair, the drunken man and a girl. Their faces seemed a bit... familiar, but Neph brushed that aside. He held the dagger up, pointing it at the two. "D-Drunk pe-people should n-not have w-weapons. Step d-down before y-you get h-hurt."
The tall woman lifted the man up to reveal blood and more mud across his front.
Welp, Hilda thought,
there goes my appetite.
Just as well. She had other things to worry about right now. Taking advantage of the mob's surprise at Neph, she led the horse forward and found a familiar face. "Robert," she said, "fancy seeing you here."
Robert looked down and away from her.
Hilde said good-naturedly, "I haven't been by in a while, but it hasn't been so long that you've forgotten me, right? Hilde, the shepherd from the outskirts of town?" She smiled. "Heard you moved uptown. Congratulations! Katlin had told me you'd been so excited. How's business?" She shook her head. "It's been one thing after another between the flock and Ivo. I haven't had a change to visit the new place yet. Come to think of it." She tapped her chin. "I ought to upgrade the gate. Better to do before it's too late, and I start losing sheep, aye?"
He shuffled.
"Well, I'll drop by the next time I find myself with some spare time in town. Carve out a little spot in my schedule. Would you tell Katlin I said hi? I haven't had the chance to talk to her in a while, either." When Robert didn't respond, Hilde pressed. "I am sorry that I haven't visited in a while. It has been awfully remiss of me. I don't really have an excuse, but—" A wry upward quirk of the corner of her mouth. "I'm sure you've heard about Ivo. Do give Katlin my well-wishes, yes?"
Robert cleared his throat. "Yes, I will. And I have heard about Ivo. He was a fine lad, and I hope you hear something about him soon." He turned to the mob. "The lot of us should go home. We've overstayed Sam's welcome." He glanced meaningfully at the bar.
The tall woman lifted the man up to reveal blood and more mud across his front.
Welp, Hilda thought,
there goes my appetite.
Just as well. She had other things to worry about right now. Taking advantage of the mob's surprise at Neph, she led the horse forward and found a familiar face. "Robert," she said, "fancy seeing you here."
Robert looked down and away from her.
Hilde said good-naturedly, "I haven't been by in a while, but it hasn't been so long that you've forgotten me, right? Hilde, the shepherd from the outskirts of town?" She smiled. "Heard you moved uptown. Congratulations! Katlin had told me you'd been so excited. How's business?" She shook her head. "It's been one thing after another between the flock and Ivo. I haven't had a change to visit the new place yet. Come to think of it." She tapped her chin. "I ought to upgrade the gate. Better to do before it's too late, and I start losing sheep, aye?"
He shuffled.
"Well, I'll drop by the next time I find myself with some spare time in town. Carve out a little spot in my schedule. Would you tell Katlin I said hi? I haven't had the chance to talk to her in a while, either." When Robert didn't respond, Hilde pressed. "I am sorry that I haven't visited in a while. It has been awfully remiss of me. I don't really have an excuse, but—" A wry upward quirk of the corner of her mouth. "I'm sure you've heard about Ivo. Do give Katlin my well-wishes, yes?"
Robert cleared his throat. "Yes, I will. And I have heard about Ivo. He was a fine lad, and I hope you hear something about him soon." He turned to the mob. "The lot of us should go home. We've overstayed Sam's welcome." He glanced meaningfully at the bar.
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When people draw up a warm bath and put in flower petals,
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Vynlerin; Town 2; None
Bad news always invites itself in with a bang. Loud and obnoxious, a shock of emotions and a sting of tears. Sometimes it's quiet, but it still bangs its way into your mind, your life, like an unwelcomed roach. Bad news comes on the wings of crows and butterflies, on the footsteps of armies and children, and on the smug smile on Vynlerin's face.
He comes into town with a small step, swaying unsteadily yet never falling, and painted lips curled into a low, simple smile. The corners of his eyes crinkle- it truly is a small little town, slow and sleepy.
How quaint.
How easy to break.
Ah, but that will come later. The fire in Vynlerin's stomach begs for food, clawing needily at the walls of his insides, forcing a single bead of sweat to form on his brow. So he's runnimg a fever again, big deal. A nice drink of water will sooth it. He's not passed out from heat exhaustion in a fortnight, but he cannot risk shedding his cloak here. Though it be a small town, there are still eyes on him. Eyes with opinions and judgement to give.
With a determined glint in his eyes, he gathers up just enough of his cloak to move a little faster. Inn, inn... Where are you, inn? Where is your silly little hanging post?
Vynlerin; Town 2; None
Bad news always invites itself in with a bang. Loud and obnoxious, a shock of emotions and a sting of tears. Sometimes it's quiet, but it still bangs its way into your mind, your life, like an unwelcomed roach. Bad news comes on the wings of crows and butterflies, on the footsteps of armies and children, and on the smug smile on Vynlerin's face.
He comes into town with a small step, swaying unsteadily yet never falling, and painted lips curled into a low, simple smile. The corners of his eyes crinkle- it truly is a small little town, slow and sleepy.
How quaint.
How easy to break.
Ah, but that will come later. The fire in Vynlerin's stomach begs for food, clawing needily at the walls of his insides, forcing a single bead of sweat to form on his brow. So he's runnimg a fever again, big deal. A nice drink of water will sooth it. He's not passed out from heat exhaustion in a fortnight, but he cannot risk shedding his cloak here. Though it be a small town, there are still eyes on him. Eyes with opinions and judgement to give.
With a determined glint in his eyes, he gathers up just enough of his cloak to move a little faster. Inn, inn... Where are you, inn? Where is your silly little hanging post?
Evalin - In the same town as Rick, but closer to the edge of town
Evalin had a wild grin on her face as she twirled and flipped in the center of the crowd. Flames flickered around her in tight bands, and she used her air magic to make sure that no one was burned if they stepped too close. In an opening nearby her sister, Meredith, was using her water to form the shapes of creatures and landscapes, telling a story softly.
Finishing up her last move she bowed.
"That's all for now, folks. I may be back later to do some more performing, but I'm getting a little tired. And remember, all donations are appreciated."
Fighting her way through the slowly thinning crowd, she poked her sister's shoulder.
"Come on Mer, let's go get some food."
Meredith - with Evalin
Meredith glared at her sister half-heartedly, before addressing the small crowd who had gathered to watch her show.
"Thank you all very much for watching."
Evalin grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off to the tavern, sitting her down at a table near the corner, before running off to get them some stew.
"How'd it go?" Evalin asked, placing the bowls down on the table.
"Pretty good. I'm getting tired of doing the same old story over and over again, though."
"You can learn a new one on the road, maybe? I know they take a lot of practice."
"Maybe..."
Yes, They are in the same tavern as Rick and Sam.
Evalin - In the same town as Rick, but closer to the edge of town
Evalin had a wild grin on her face as she twirled and flipped in the center of the crowd. Flames flickered around her in tight bands, and she used her air magic to make sure that no one was burned if they stepped too close. In an opening nearby her sister, Meredith, was using her water to form the shapes of creatures and landscapes, telling a story softly.
Finishing up her last move she bowed.
"That's all for now, folks. I may be back later to do some more performing, but I'm getting a little tired. And remember, all donations are appreciated."
Fighting her way through the slowly thinning crowd, she poked her sister's shoulder.
"Come on Mer, let's go get some food."
Meredith - with Evalin
Meredith glared at her sister half-heartedly, before addressing the small crowd who had gathered to watch her show.
"Thank you all very much for watching."
Evalin grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off to the tavern, sitting her down at a table near the corner, before running off to get them some stew.
"How'd it go?" Evalin asked, placing the bowls down on the table.
"Pretty good. I'm getting tired of doing the same old story over and over again, though."
"You can learn a new one on the road, maybe? I know they take a lot of practice."
"Maybe..."
Yes, They are in the same tavern as Rick and Sam.
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Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
—Edgar Allen Poe
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