Each day ends at the Mistyvale Inn...

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Mon Apr 16, 2007 7:09 pm

Dust is parted by strands of moon light as the door to the Mistyvale is kicked open, violently, and without regard for the young man approaching from the other side. The man who enters doesn’t seem to notice that he has knocked down one of the patrons, and takes a seat against the wall where he can lean back. The serving girl approaches him and tries to hide the tickle in her nose, but it is obvious she can smell it.....

“The stench.. I know it is terrible. Bring me a basin and some ale”.

The girl moved about her tasks and half-listened to the man’s complaints.

“Another day filled with the blasted stench of trolls.. I have come too far and learned too much to be risking my life and well-being in that damned pit of troll flesh.”

“Did you know when I was a boy.. I ate chicken bones from the gutter.. as if this is any better... a working man must be waist deep in charred flesh to secure a decent meal.”

She brought him the basin and helped remove his armor and place it at the foot of his stool. She noticed he was injured and wondered if he would let her tend the wound. He looked at her as if giving permission with his eyes and she began cleaning the damaged shoulder.

“Gods forsake that hell hole I am not so needy that I must subjugate myself to this grunt’s work.”

The girl mustered up the courage to speak to the man:

“You say that every night.. Master Aris.”

He looked at her with a serious face.. but it was the boy standing behind her that caught his attention. He gently moved her aside so that he could meet the boys gaze.. he was bleeding from his nose and lip.

“The girl is tending to me now son.. be gone with ye”.

The boy replied:

“You came through that door awful fast.. someone could have been hurt.”

Understanding came over Aris’ face and he delved into his tunic for a few crowns and placed them on the counter near the young man. There you are lad, go get that nose fixed up, no hard feelings.

The boy looked over both shoulders and realized that most of the Inn had noticed his run in with the door and was now watching him. Aris recognized the glimmer of pride in the youth’s eye.. he remembered it well.

“Ahh I see, you feel you have been slighted and now you are thinking that you will preserve your honor while I am unarmored and deep in my ale. Very well go ahead and make your move...”

Aris gave the boy little chance to do so before swiftly grabbing him up by the ear and dragging him to the kitchen. He tossed the youngling amongst a few sacks of grain and informed the Mistress that the boy had volunteered his services in the kitchen for the night.

“If he gives you any trouble I will be at my usual spot, good stew tonight by the way”

Aris noticed he had caught the attention of the room as well and made his way back to his ale.

“What are you lot lookin at? Never seen a boy set on the path to manhood before?”

Aris buys a round for the house and settles in his dusty corner as the girl resumes the work on his sword-bit shoulder.

He grumbled to himself about the softness of today’s youth and overall complacence in the city.... his favorite serving girl did her work quietly and with deft hands.

Grayle · Post by **Grayle** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 1:01 am

*Grayle raises his tankard, wordlessly thanking the stranger for the drink.*

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 1:15 am

Night falls and the door to the Mistyvale is kicked open once again in the violent fashion of a warrior close to his day's end. He makes his way to his stool against the wall after beckoning his favorite serving girl with a familiar glance. She came with the Ale and her sewing kit....

"No patchwork tonight, just bruises and burns, the ale will do.. thank you."

He looked back into the kitchen and noticed the young man he had bludgeoned with the door a night ago, apparently he had turned his punishment into a part time job. Aris felt a sense of smugness about that and mused about how it would have been if he had been tossed into a job when he was young. The counter was crowded tonight and Aris wasn't feeling as solitary as he normally does....

"So, any of you lot see the notice on the door? 500 crowns my ***, I'll wrangle me a tiefling for free."

Maybe it was his fearsome appearance, or the fact that he had entered the Inn abruptly, but few had the courage to speak to him.

Aris glanced at the stairs up to his room and decided to stay at the bar a while and wait for someone worth talking to...........

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 4:55 pm

Another night... another ale... another set of hinges for the front door.... Aris took his usual seat and noticed Master Roggins was quite nervous, as if he had something to say.

"What is it dwarf? kitchen boy acting up?" Aris began to rise but was halted by the interjections of Roggins.

"No no", replied the inn keeper, "not at all Master Aris, its just that... me wife... she wants me to ask ye not be kickin in me door each night."

Aris contemplated his Ale for a moment while he decided how best to chastise this insolent peasant for questioning his entry procedures. He had spent enough money in the place to buy a thousand doors, but his anger left him more quickly then usual when his favorite serving girl arrived and brought him the basin to wash before his meal.

*A serious look came over Aris' face as he looked down into the eyes of the Dwarf*

"I suppose the years have made me more patient... very well I will respect your request... I suppose it is the courteous thing to do."

The dwarf hurried off, he had run an inn too long to be lingering around temperamental warriors and their drinks. Aris let the girl remove his plate as he gazed into the distance, as if trying to see something very far away.

"Something troubles you master?" her fear of him had faded away it seems.

"One of the very few I call friend in this city... well I expect to hear from him soon thats all... and it shouldn't have taken this long. *sigh* His associates must look upon me in disfavor.. or I would have heard from him days ago."

"Disfavor?", Aris was surprised the girl had the courage to ask, but he was tired of ranting into his ale and appreciated a human listener. He gave her a look as if to say: Just this once, I will let you see my soul.

"Not everyone is proud of my actions my dear. The absence of certain dangerous creatures may have interfered with some business arrangements my would-be associates have made."

The girl looked utterly confused but her courage had not grown so much that she was willing to ask Aris to repeat himself. She let him drift into one of his evening rants...

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 5:00 pm

((This thread is my attempt at practicing IC writing and developing my PC: Aris Sarinor'. I placed it in this thread so that everything said in dialogs (quotes) could be overheard IC by other chars. So please feel free to join in, this is not a bio you will not be interrupting.

Kell · Post by **Kell** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 5:20 pm

"By the look on her face, I daresay you must reitterate and repeat yourself, master... Master." Dúron speaks in a soft and friendly yet strong voice. He looks over at where the humans are conversing, his elven ears keen while he'd been watching his beverage absentmindedly.

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 6:19 pm

The look that came over Aris' face was enough to encourage the girl to quietly depart. He took a long dramatic swallow of Ale before turning in his stool to face the Elf that had spoken to him.

"The name is Aris... obviously we have not met.. no one who knows me would feel so comfortable inquiring into my affairs. Luckily you have reached me in a moment of serenity, a rare occasion, which I wish to preserve."

"And what do they call you Sir Elf?"

Aris' green eyes were fixed on the Elf, with the distant stare of a man who has seen much bloodshed. He takes notice of his features as if sizing him up for judgment....

Kell · Post by **Kell** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:34 pm

The slender, darkskinned elf smiles slightly. "Well met, Aris. I'm known as Dúron. And indeed, we have never met before. Should I be afraid now that we've exchanged names?"

ooc: Dúron is a darkskinned woodelf, with dark brown brown hair and dark brown eyes. He's slender and smells of nature, trees and forestrains. His garment exists out of simple, nature colored clothing with various satchels hanging from his belt.

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:56 pm

Aris returned his gaze to his ale, "You have nothing to fear from me, it is I who must be cautious."

"This land is in a time of change, and it is wise to be wary of any individual who crosses paths with you. Just associating with the wrong bloke will bring the Iron Fist of Lochwar down upon you. Though you don't look like the sort that hangs on to the old ways...."

“I have seen notices around the city, heretics and rebels walk amongst us. And I fear that people may misunderstand my heritage..” Aris stopped abruptly and griped his mug so hard the metal collapsed inward and sloshed ale onto the already sticky counter.

“Alas I have said too much already.”

Kell · Post by **Kell** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:25 pm

"Don't be so afraid of that, we all have our skelletons in our closets..." Dúron answers with a light sigh, eyeing his own ale. "...Can I buy you something more to drink?"

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:48 pm

"Canas, I dont drink much else"

"Enough about me." Aris takes a long inhale through his nose. "What brings you out of Iaosia's Blessed Wood?"

Elerion · Post by **Elerion** » Thu Apr 19, 2007 12:07 am

OOC: See several people getting that wrong. It's iaosia, not Losia/Laosia

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Thu Apr 19, 2007 12:32 am

((thanx, i fixed it

Kell · Post by **Kell** » Thu Apr 19, 2007 12:27 pm

LONOmakesWAR wrote:"Canas, I dont drink much else"

"Enough about me." Aris takes a long inhale through his nose. "What brings you out of Iaosia's Blessed Wood?"

"Slight problems with the animals. I knew there was a group of mad bears strolling the woods, I wanted to see what to do about their ailment. But they found me before I found them and there was little I could do. They trashed my equipment. I should have known better and been more careful; it wasn't -their- fault. But it meant I had to go find new equipment and here I am.

Barkeep, can I have one Canas for him and one for myself?"

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Fri Apr 20, 2007 8:42 pm

"You can blame many for their strange behavior, but it is this warrior's opinion that their hunger for the flesh of the civilized is stemed from our policy of feeding the wild with our dead. I have seen the guards take bodies out to the forest, and leave them for the beasts.. and we wonder why they have the taste of human and elvish flesh on their pallete?"

"The forest is vast however, and i would assume that further from the developed cities the behavior of the beasts is more normal as would be expected."

*Aris looks up suddenly at the commotion in the Inn, some citizens were arguing about recent lochwar documents made public*

"Hm, more talk of heretics and bounties. Do you know this namreg clan? I am of the mind to slay them all just to bring about a new topic of conversation in this damned inn."