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Alika
Alika appeared deep in consideration, before she relaxed. "I suppose if you were Rak'thurrian assassins you would have attacked me the moment you saw me..." She said before she took a sip of her as yet unidentified drink. "They're dumb like that." While she wasn't entirely sure she could trust these individuals, they were probably not a threat. Probably. However keeping her hand on her weapon would likely just unnerve them. The man asked about her, and it took her a moment to come up with a suitable response.
How much information to divulge? She had taken out her dragonstone, which was a spherical blue gemstone the size of a golf ball, and started spinning it on the bar. "Well, I'm just a simple servant. My lord and I are a bit behind on the times, so he asked me to procure information while he purchased supplies." She said, placing her dragonstone back in her pocket. "we've been on the run for a while now, and when I noticed you come in, I mistook you for assassins. You may not attract attention but you hardly blend."She noted. Naturally, none of the bar patrons really paid them any mind but if someone was actually looking out for people like them they'd have an easy time spotting them.
"So what does that make you two, I wonder? You can't be with the mercenaries since you seem so keen on staying hidden. So, seeing as how I'm quite experienced in the matter I'd say you're being hunted for some reason or another, correct? Well, either that or you're just a couple of disaffected loners with nothing better to do." At that last sentence she couldn't help but crack a slight smile.
Alika appeared deep in consideration, before she relaxed. "I suppose if you were Rak'thurrian assassins you would have attacked me the moment you saw me..." She said before she took a sip of her as yet unidentified drink. "They're dumb like that." While she wasn't entirely sure she could trust these individuals, they were probably not a threat. Probably. However keeping her hand on her weapon would likely just unnerve them. The man asked about her, and it took her a moment to come up with a suitable response.
How much information to divulge? She had taken out her dragonstone, which was a spherical blue gemstone the size of a golf ball, and started spinning it on the bar. "Well, I'm just a simple servant. My lord and I are a bit behind on the times, so he asked me to procure information while he purchased supplies." She said, placing her dragonstone back in her pocket. "we've been on the run for a while now, and when I noticed you come in, I mistook you for assassins. You may not attract attention but you hardly blend."She noted. Naturally, none of the bar patrons really paid them any mind but if someone was actually looking out for people like them they'd have an easy time spotting them.
"So what does that make you two, I wonder? You can't be with the mercenaries since you seem so keen on staying hidden. So, seeing as how I'm quite experienced in the matter I'd say you're being hunted for some reason or another, correct? Well, either that or you're just a couple of disaffected loners with nothing better to do." At that last sentence she couldn't help but crack a slight smile.
Nerendier said
Tell me about it. I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing now since nobody is addressing me any longer, and simply saying, "Hark said F this and went home to get drunk." Just seems somewhat anticlimactic, although it wouldn't be completely out of character.
Just remember Grey said 'Fuck you, calm down.'
Double said
Screw that, I'd have one under the tongue. Think of the gross out humor potential!
I'd have one on my lung.
Vincanity said
Debating locations. I want one of them to have it on the bottom of their foot for no reason.Helath: Bottom Left footLasair: Right armNialas: Right pectoralSammael: Back of the neck
How about a small one under the chin on the bottom of the jaw?
Alika
Alika watched intently, though she didn't stare. When they spoke, she didn't notice, her hearing was awful, owing to her ruined ears. From how they looked, she was guessing they weren't assassins or anything of the sort. Still, she didn't survive almost two millennia just to get killed by two random jackasses with sharp things. She knew she still had her blade, and she could fight if necessary. When they had sat down to eat, she approached them and took a seat next to the larger one.
"I take it you two aren't from around here? All this subtlety would work great in a royal court, but in a country tavern?" She turned her head and watched as a man (almost as if on cue) crushed a tin flagon against his forehead. "Then again, the average meathead here isn't smart enough to pay any attention to you anyway." She managed to get a glimpse of the man under the hood, and could've swore she noticed an eyepatch. She managed to suppress a smile at the coincidence. This man was probably the opposite of Grey. He was probably even injured in a more dignified manner (Always tie your bootlaces kids). "So what are you then? Thieves? fugitives? Assassins?" She said, chin resting on her palm as her other hand dropped to her side. Her hand was obviously down there in case she needed her weapon, but it was clear she wouldn't attack. Clear at least if you noticed that sort of thing.
Alika watched intently, though she didn't stare. When they spoke, she didn't notice, her hearing was awful, owing to her ruined ears. From how they looked, she was guessing they weren't assassins or anything of the sort. Still, she didn't survive almost two millennia just to get killed by two random jackasses with sharp things. She knew she still had her blade, and she could fight if necessary. When they had sat down to eat, she approached them and took a seat next to the larger one.
"I take it you two aren't from around here? All this subtlety would work great in a royal court, but in a country tavern?" She turned her head and watched as a man (almost as if on cue) crushed a tin flagon against his forehead. "Then again, the average meathead here isn't smart enough to pay any attention to you anyway." She managed to get a glimpse of the man under the hood, and could've swore she noticed an eyepatch. She managed to suppress a smile at the coincidence. This man was probably the opposite of Grey. He was probably even injured in a more dignified manner (Always tie your bootlaces kids). "So what are you then? Thieves? fugitives? Assassins?" She said, chin resting on her palm as her other hand dropped to her side. Her hand was obviously down there in case she needed her weapon, but it was clear she wouldn't attack. Clear at least if you noticed that sort of thing.
Why can't I hold all these misunderstandings?
Have you seen warrior/berserkers? their biceps are larger than people's heads! Hell, berserkers deflect blows with naught but their manly pecs.
Duraid's archenemy: Fucking doorways.
Duraid's archenemy: Fucking doorways.
Alika
The woman sighed as she listened to the tavern keeper finish the story. Vinsenia was at war with... everyone? most troublesome. This would explain why every town they had passed through recently seemed so... tense. Not that Grey would notice. He was a good friend but he could be... thick sometimes. She thanked the tavern keeper for the information and passed him a few coins, along with an order for a drink.
She sat there with her drink for a while, pondering. What had her time in Rak'thurr accomplished, other than getting Grey's entire family and all of his friends killed? She was certain those assassins were there for her, but how could they have found out? It was a minor house and it wasn't exactly easy to figure out she wasn't human... Oh, and that. What would Grey think if he ever found out? he was bound to find out eventually when he noticed she didn't age like he did. oh, this was not good, none of it. Still, she was sent to get information and that's what she did.
"Hey, don't worry about any of that, they can't chase us forever. If you've got time to brood you've got time to live."
She remembered what Grey told her a week after they escaped, and he had a point. It was hard, but there was no point being all depressed all the time. Of course 'stop being sad' isn't easy, but remembering that always took the edge off. She decided she should probably actually drink the beverage she just bought, and set about doing so.
Around that time, she noticed a couple of cloaked figures enter the tavern. She suspected they were trying to hide, but to her trained eye the lack of attention they attracted was like a beacon (she kind of stuck out herself, what with her snow-white hair). Either they were up to no good or they were running from something. she decided she'd watch them for a bit.
The woman sighed as she listened to the tavern keeper finish the story. Vinsenia was at war with... everyone? most troublesome. This would explain why every town they had passed through recently seemed so... tense. Not that Grey would notice. He was a good friend but he could be... thick sometimes. She thanked the tavern keeper for the information and passed him a few coins, along with an order for a drink.
She sat there with her drink for a while, pondering. What had her time in Rak'thurr accomplished, other than getting Grey's entire family and all of his friends killed? She was certain those assassins were there for her, but how could they have found out? It was a minor house and it wasn't exactly easy to figure out she wasn't human... Oh, and that. What would Grey think if he ever found out? he was bound to find out eventually when he noticed she didn't age like he did. oh, this was not good, none of it. Still, she was sent to get information and that's what she did.
"Hey, don't worry about any of that, they can't chase us forever. If you've got time to brood you've got time to live."
She remembered what Grey told her a week after they escaped, and he had a point. It was hard, but there was no point being all depressed all the time. Of course 'stop being sad' isn't easy, but remembering that always took the edge off. She decided she should probably actually drink the beverage she just bought, and set about doing so.
Around that time, she noticed a couple of cloaked figures enter the tavern. She suspected they were trying to hide, but to her trained eye the lack of attention they attracted was like a beacon (she kind of stuck out herself, what with her snow-white hair). Either they were up to no good or they were running from something. she decided she'd watch them for a bit.
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