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A ghost stepped forward on his transparent legs, an orc man it seemed. His face was stern and grim, anything but amused. He materialized, now detectable by the boogeyman, for when a ghost chooses to become physical, he is bound by the physical laws of the world. He tensed up an arm, winding up, as if he were to strike the boogeyman in the face with a massive orc fist. But he held it, sighing.
"It doesn't matter does it? What can the dead do but terrorize and bother the living?"
He dematerialized in his gloomy manner, as a human woman ghost stepped forward, "Don't mind him, his wife didn't become a ghost when we all died. We're not sure why some of the crew became ghosts and why some didn't. We've been adrift for so many seasons now. You don't fear us? The other two cities we drifted near were sent screaming, and eventually towed us back out to sea."
She stepped forward, passing through the boogeyman, an invasive chill permeating his body, as she looked out over the town. "This isn't our original port either. Where are we? I don't know these stars. The stars haven't looked the same for a while now."
She turned to face the jester, materializing, a hand reaching out to touch his face. It felt solid, gentle, caressing his masked cheek, before slipping through the mask to touch his flesh. "I don't know what you are, but thank you for at least approaching us. Our people are split, the captain and first mate have been arguing for so long now."
She smiled sadly, "My name is Baileia, I was our navigator."
"It doesn't matter does it? What can the dead do but terrorize and bother the living?"
He dematerialized in his gloomy manner, as a human woman ghost stepped forward, "Don't mind him, his wife didn't become a ghost when we all died. We're not sure why some of the crew became ghosts and why some didn't. We've been adrift for so many seasons now. You don't fear us? The other two cities we drifted near were sent screaming, and eventually towed us back out to sea."
She stepped forward, passing through the boogeyman, an invasive chill permeating his body, as she looked out over the town. "This isn't our original port either. Where are we? I don't know these stars. The stars haven't looked the same for a while now."
She turned to face the jester, materializing, a hand reaching out to touch his face. It felt solid, gentle, caressing his masked cheek, before slipping through the mask to touch his flesh. "I don't know what you are, but thank you for at least approaching us. Our people are split, the captain and first mate have been arguing for so long now."
She smiled sadly, "My name is Baileia, I was our navigator."
She was about to throw the flint and steel down, when she heard a woman's voice speaking to her, offering assistance. Trix looked up, flipping her blonde curls over her shoulder, her forehead a bit damp from exertion and frustration. She smiled as the woman threw down some dried grass, and Trix realized what she'd forgotten. "Ah! Thank you, been running all over town all day, completely forgot."
She bent down, striking the steel, watching the sparks dance off of it, adjusting her angle until they started falling on the grass. Light metallic tinks sounded until eventually a small bit of smoke began to form in the grass. She leaned in close, cupping her hands around the tinder, blowing lightly. Her eyes were fixated on the smoke, continuing to huff and puff, until a small flame burst into life, eliciting a cheer from the herbalist. She watched it spread over the grass quickly, before it started catching the dried bark of the firewood. Confident that it would spread properly without assistance, she stood fully, examining the woman who'd given her aid.
Her garb was certainly a bit strange looking, but Trix just assumed it had something to with her possibly being an Anuirean, indicated by her red hair and sharper features. She seemed a bit older than herself, but still maintained a youthful beauty. "I do greatly appreciate the help, when the mulled wine is ready, the first cup is all yours. I'm Trix, Trix Greenlakes. I've not seen you around, are you from one of the other villages?" She figured Scream Watch, Anuireans tended to live there more than elsewhere.
She began to start preparing the rest of the ingredients, as the fire lit up, and began to slowly warm the red wine. She pulled a small knife from her cooking kit, both her pups sniffing at the woman now that their mother had approved of her presence. Hefting a lemon, she began cutting away the yellow zest from the peel, letting the shavings fall to the wooden table. Looking up from her work, she saw yet another redhead approaching, this one a man, in shining ebonsteel armor. She smiled softly at his approach, "On duty then, Edoward?"
The man nodded, giving a very suspicious stare at Zenovia. As with all Knights, he'd done his first year of knighthood in Scream Watch, so he was a fair judge of how Screamers looked and dressed. But he didn't accost he, for if she'd made it this far, she was a citizen. "Yeah, on patrol until later tonight. What is it you're making?"
"Mulled wine, my new friend here helped me get my fire started, I completely forgot about using tinder. She gets the honor of first cup when it is ready."
"Ah lovely, well I'll be back around, if Sergeant Brynmore sees me standing around chatting, he'll send me to guard the latrines. Save me a cup and a dance?"
Trix didn't respond to that as he turned and left, casting one long judgmental look at Zenovia. She finished zesting her lemons and began doing the same to the oranges. "So do you have a stand or anything here? Or just enjoying our festivities?"
She bent down, striking the steel, watching the sparks dance off of it, adjusting her angle until they started falling on the grass. Light metallic tinks sounded until eventually a small bit of smoke began to form in the grass. She leaned in close, cupping her hands around the tinder, blowing lightly. Her eyes were fixated on the smoke, continuing to huff and puff, until a small flame burst into life, eliciting a cheer from the herbalist. She watched it spread over the grass quickly, before it started catching the dried bark of the firewood. Confident that it would spread properly without assistance, she stood fully, examining the woman who'd given her aid.
Her garb was certainly a bit strange looking, but Trix just assumed it had something to with her possibly being an Anuirean, indicated by her red hair and sharper features. She seemed a bit older than herself, but still maintained a youthful beauty. "I do greatly appreciate the help, when the mulled wine is ready, the first cup is all yours. I'm Trix, Trix Greenlakes. I've not seen you around, are you from one of the other villages?" She figured Scream Watch, Anuireans tended to live there more than elsewhere.
She began to start preparing the rest of the ingredients, as the fire lit up, and began to slowly warm the red wine. She pulled a small knife from her cooking kit, both her pups sniffing at the woman now that their mother had approved of her presence. Hefting a lemon, she began cutting away the yellow zest from the peel, letting the shavings fall to the wooden table. Looking up from her work, she saw yet another redhead approaching, this one a man, in shining ebonsteel armor. She smiled softly at his approach, "On duty then, Edoward?"
The man nodded, giving a very suspicious stare at Zenovia. As with all Knights, he'd done his first year of knighthood in Scream Watch, so he was a fair judge of how Screamers looked and dressed. But he didn't accost he, for if she'd made it this far, she was a citizen. "Yeah, on patrol until later tonight. What is it you're making?"
"Mulled wine, my new friend here helped me get my fire started, I completely forgot about using tinder. She gets the honor of first cup when it is ready."
"Ah lovely, well I'll be back around, if Sergeant Brynmore sees me standing around chatting, he'll send me to guard the latrines. Save me a cup and a dance?"
Trix didn't respond to that as he turned and left, casting one long judgmental look at Zenovia. She finished zesting her lemons and began doing the same to the oranges. "So do you have a stand or anything here? Or just enjoying our festivities?"
Svarak chuckled softly, "It's not all it's cracked up to be, besides, you're older than me when, this... oddity happened. But that's neither here nor there tonight. Tonight is all about you, Rilana Aurorime'" A furred hand reached up and gently held her face, smoothing over where her tears had fallen before. It was softer, more caressing than what might normally be expected from the strongest known fighter. He let it linger for many long moments, grinning, before turning, tugging her along behind him as he moved across the ice as effortlessly as any Frostfell native.
The cold winds continued to blow, strangely sending chills through Rilana too. His sword was giving off a dull blue glow, as he led her to the shoreline, finding a nice log to sit upon. He tugged her down toward the spot next to him, watching the colors dance over the skies. "My people, my family at least, have a story for what those lights are. It is said that through the spirit world runs a great river. When you die, you arrive through the start of the river. And while there, you can stay on the shore, watching others come and go, or you can delve back in. When you reach the mouth, you come back into this world, and are reborn as someone else. The lights are the spirits returning to our world, ready to be born anew."
His eyes were sad, reminiscing, "I envy you, your freedom." The weight of his job wasn't as heavy as he liked to think. But the responsibility he'd taken on all those years ago, this cursed gift he'd been given, that was. He'd chosen to give up the woman he loved, given up his chance at a comfortable life, a peaceful death, all for the sake of... "These winds are surprisingly cold, unnaturally so, don't you think?"
He now looked over at her, "Did you become a druid before or after leaving Frigmount, Rilana?" He paused, expecting her surprise, "Don't worry, we don't arrest or kill mages, despite the rumors. And people don't know what to look for, or rather, listen for, when it comes to druids, for many haven't ever seen them."
The cold winds continued to blow, strangely sending chills through Rilana too. His sword was giving off a dull blue glow, as he led her to the shoreline, finding a nice log to sit upon. He tugged her down toward the spot next to him, watching the colors dance over the skies. "My people, my family at least, have a story for what those lights are. It is said that through the spirit world runs a great river. When you die, you arrive through the start of the river. And while there, you can stay on the shore, watching others come and go, or you can delve back in. When you reach the mouth, you come back into this world, and are reborn as someone else. The lights are the spirits returning to our world, ready to be born anew."
His eyes were sad, reminiscing, "I envy you, your freedom." The weight of his job wasn't as heavy as he liked to think. But the responsibility he'd taken on all those years ago, this cursed gift he'd been given, that was. He'd chosen to give up the woman he loved, given up his chance at a comfortable life, a peaceful death, all for the sake of... "These winds are surprisingly cold, unnaturally so, don't you think?"
He now looked over at her, "Did you become a druid before or after leaving Frigmount, Rilana?" He paused, expecting her surprise, "Don't worry, we don't arrest or kill mages, despite the rumors. And people don't know what to look for, or rather, listen for, when it comes to druids, for many haven't ever seen them."
Trix had to reach deep into her cauldron, to ladle out more of her delicious mulled wine. She wasn't sure if it tasted better at the bottom, or if she was simply enjoying the drink immensely. It had gone over quite well at the festival, fetching her many compliments. Her cheeks were flushed red from the drink, and found no chill beneath her light cloak. Her blonde curls bounced care free, as she poured the drink into her cup. Standing fully, she wobbled slightly on the steps, and found herself falling backwards with a simple "Woo" She landed softly into a pair of arms, looking up to see a man with an awkward grin and a mess of red hair, sending her into a fit of giggles.
"You should be more careful Trix."
Reaching up, she pressed a hand sloppily against his cheek, "Oh hush Edoward, I... ooh!" She sipped at the wine that had miraculously not spilled. "Off duty?" She slipped down from his arms, steadying herself with a free hand against his chest, feeling the muscles there, sending her into yet another fit of giggles.
"Yep, just in time for you to run out of wine I see."
He surreptitiously slid an arm around her, under the guise of steadying her. Laughing more as she drank more, "We'll just have to find you something else to drink. I heard Halwynn was saving a barrel of honeyed whiskey for last." She leaned against him, finding some comfort in his presence. Maybe she should give in and be his. He certainly wanted her bad enough, that was evident. He was kind, had a good job, would be a good father. She just, never felt the spark she always hoped to feel. Her mother didn't have it for her father, but he had it for her. He was the safe choice, something she could settle for, somewhat happily.
They sauntered through the reveling crowd, listening to the many different musics playing, looking at the decorations abound. Blues and purples were everywhere, couples holding hands. There was an air of comfort and serenity as sun was beginning to fall. People were cozying up with on another around campfires, though dancing was just as common. Trix had no desire to dance, she had two left feet at that, and her balance was, well, forcing her even closer to Edoward.
They arrived at Halwynn's stand, seeing many anxious people waiting as she was tapping the barrel. "Oh, Miss Greenlakes, I see you found the ginger fury to keep you warm tonight." She saw a familiar face with an orange sash on his armored bicep. "Ginger fury? Is this a new nickname Kestin?" The dark skinned man smiled brightly, "No, not so much. He may have told us how he met you, quite fondly I'll say. We poked a little bit of fun at him, and well, ginger fury is what became of that tale."
"Aw, leave the poor boy be, no need to tease the smitten in front of the smiter." A kind face, neatly trimmed was scene with several cups of the honeyed whiskey in hand, offering them around. "Halwynn always serves me first. Cheers." Trix took her cup, as did the others, "Thank you Sergeant Brynmore, you are most kind." She hadn't even realized that Edoward had taken her wine so she could hold the whiskey. As everyone raised their toasts, she followed suit, and then drained the sweet burning liquid, giggling loudly as the men gasped after their drinks were done. "Halwynn knows her brews, that's for sure."
The crowd was cheering loudly now, as Sergeant Brynmore grabbed another round. They always rang in the new year at the moment the sun was completely hidden. They began counting down, the Sergeant toasting quickly, "To a new and better year." Again, they all quickly drained their drinks, when Edoward turned her to face him, looking down at her. She felt a frog in her throat. Everyone knew couples kissed at the end of the countdown, and she'd never been kissed before. If she went through with this, she'd be his, she'd settle for him, for the good man he is. He closed his eyes, and began to lean in slowly, and she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable to come.
"You should be more careful Trix."
Reaching up, she pressed a hand sloppily against his cheek, "Oh hush Edoward, I... ooh!" She sipped at the wine that had miraculously not spilled. "Off duty?" She slipped down from his arms, steadying herself with a free hand against his chest, feeling the muscles there, sending her into yet another fit of giggles.
"Yep, just in time for you to run out of wine I see."
He surreptitiously slid an arm around her, under the guise of steadying her. Laughing more as she drank more, "We'll just have to find you something else to drink. I heard Halwynn was saving a barrel of honeyed whiskey for last." She leaned against him, finding some comfort in his presence. Maybe she should give in and be his. He certainly wanted her bad enough, that was evident. He was kind, had a good job, would be a good father. She just, never felt the spark she always hoped to feel. Her mother didn't have it for her father, but he had it for her. He was the safe choice, something she could settle for, somewhat happily.
They sauntered through the reveling crowd, listening to the many different musics playing, looking at the decorations abound. Blues and purples were everywhere, couples holding hands. There was an air of comfort and serenity as sun was beginning to fall. People were cozying up with on another around campfires, though dancing was just as common. Trix had no desire to dance, she had two left feet at that, and her balance was, well, forcing her even closer to Edoward.
They arrived at Halwynn's stand, seeing many anxious people waiting as she was tapping the barrel. "Oh, Miss Greenlakes, I see you found the ginger fury to keep you warm tonight." She saw a familiar face with an orange sash on his armored bicep. "Ginger fury? Is this a new nickname Kestin?" The dark skinned man smiled brightly, "No, not so much. He may have told us how he met you, quite fondly I'll say. We poked a little bit of fun at him, and well, ginger fury is what became of that tale."
"Aw, leave the poor boy be, no need to tease the smitten in front of the smiter." A kind face, neatly trimmed was scene with several cups of the honeyed whiskey in hand, offering them around. "Halwynn always serves me first. Cheers." Trix took her cup, as did the others, "Thank you Sergeant Brynmore, you are most kind." She hadn't even realized that Edoward had taken her wine so she could hold the whiskey. As everyone raised their toasts, she followed suit, and then drained the sweet burning liquid, giggling loudly as the men gasped after their drinks were done. "Halwynn knows her brews, that's for sure."
The crowd was cheering loudly now, as Sergeant Brynmore grabbed another round. They always rang in the new year at the moment the sun was completely hidden. They began counting down, the Sergeant toasting quickly, "To a new and better year." Again, they all quickly drained their drinks, when Edoward turned her to face him, looking down at her. She felt a frog in her throat. Everyone knew couples kissed at the end of the countdown, and she'd never been kissed before. If she went through with this, she'd be his, she'd settle for him, for the good man he is. He closed his eyes, and began to lean in slowly, and she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable to come.
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Most of the table grumbled, indicating that the house seemed to have come out on top of this particular gamble. As usual. He felt someone jab at him in a friendly manner and turned, surprised to find yet another stranger. Though this one was quite easy on the eyes, blonde and firm. though she lacked that look in her eyes he loved in women. That hungry look. This woman had a man, or another woman, recently. Smiling, that just made it more challenging, to create that hunger again.
"Ah'm new here. So maneh oasis' in this lan'. Definiteleh somethin' I can ge' use' ta. Name is Raffey." He finished his drink, then summoned over a buxom lass. But he decided to try a method on this new woman, Leo, that had worked for him before. When she arrived, he gave her attention, sure to keep his eyes on her own and not stare at her ample charms, "Ah'll 'ave another flagon," using this time to glance over at Leo, smiling as soon as he caught her eye, before continuing, after handing her a couple of silvers, "Keep dat for yaself darlin'"
Once more his eyes slid over to Leo, a grin teasing his sunkissed face into a bright smile. "An' whus a fine desert rose like yaself do? Ah'm a monsta hunta, born and bre'" Apparently their conversation had been overheard by a nearby halfling, "Oy mate. Monster hunter did you say? I know of a job for you, for a fee, just a split for the finder." Raffey turned, his eyes downward toward the little man, immediately taking in as many details as he could. The man had ink smudges on his fingers, his soft, unscarred fingers. He sat heavily in his seat, as if it was something he did often, and probably did if his beer gut was anything to indicate. He even squinted a bit, his eyesight strained.
The woman arrived with his drink, as he kept his reading stare on the man, watching him squirm beneath his gaze. He drank a large draught, not breaking away. "An' wha' migh' a scribe offa me? Mice eatin' ya booken's again?" The man flushed crimson, "I write the jobs given to the knights, and one hasn't been completed for a while now, and the reward is still valid. I just want a piece of the monster is all."
The man didn't want payment unless the job was completed it seemed. No risk in accepting. "Fine, nah whus the job?"
"Harpies, a whole nest of them, somewhere west of Greenfall. They've been pestering the ranchers there, taking livestock a lot. The Silent Hunters don't bother as its not their territory, and well, as usual, the knights are useless. All I want are some of the quills."
Quills for a scribe. At least he was dedicated to his craft. Raffey considered the job. A whole nest would be rather difficult and time consuming by himself, even with Dibney helping. He'd have to do skirmishes, whittling down their numbers over many days until they clump up. Still, it would be better with help. He drained his drink once more, flashing a toothy grin at Leo, "Why no'? A few feathas for a featherweigh'. Consida ih done."
"Ah'm new here. So maneh oasis' in this lan'. Definiteleh somethin' I can ge' use' ta. Name is Raffey." He finished his drink, then summoned over a buxom lass. But he decided to try a method on this new woman, Leo, that had worked for him before. When she arrived, he gave her attention, sure to keep his eyes on her own and not stare at her ample charms, "Ah'll 'ave another flagon," using this time to glance over at Leo, smiling as soon as he caught her eye, before continuing, after handing her a couple of silvers, "Keep dat for yaself darlin'"
Once more his eyes slid over to Leo, a grin teasing his sunkissed face into a bright smile. "An' whus a fine desert rose like yaself do? Ah'm a monsta hunta, born and bre'" Apparently their conversation had been overheard by a nearby halfling, "Oy mate. Monster hunter did you say? I know of a job for you, for a fee, just a split for the finder." Raffey turned, his eyes downward toward the little man, immediately taking in as many details as he could. The man had ink smudges on his fingers, his soft, unscarred fingers. He sat heavily in his seat, as if it was something he did often, and probably did if his beer gut was anything to indicate. He even squinted a bit, his eyesight strained.
The woman arrived with his drink, as he kept his reading stare on the man, watching him squirm beneath his gaze. He drank a large draught, not breaking away. "An' wha' migh' a scribe offa me? Mice eatin' ya booken's again?" The man flushed crimson, "I write the jobs given to the knights, and one hasn't been completed for a while now, and the reward is still valid. I just want a piece of the monster is all."
The man didn't want payment unless the job was completed it seemed. No risk in accepting. "Fine, nah whus the job?"
"Harpies, a whole nest of them, somewhere west of Greenfall. They've been pestering the ranchers there, taking livestock a lot. The Silent Hunters don't bother as its not their territory, and well, as usual, the knights are useless. All I want are some of the quills."
Quills for a scribe. At least he was dedicated to his craft. Raffey considered the job. A whole nest would be rather difficult and time consuming by himself, even with Dibney helping. He'd have to do skirmishes, whittling down their numbers over many days until they clump up. Still, it would be better with help. He drained his drink once more, flashing a toothy grin at Leo, "Why no'? A few feathas for a featherweigh'. Consida ih done."
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