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Post by Naithenir Devtherion on Nov 7, 2006 14:48:14 GMT -5
Naith sat broodingly in a corner of The Copper Kettle, His dark hair swept neatly away from his face, revealing two moody, black, beetle-like eyes frowning out from beneath elegantly slanted eyebrows. He was not in a good mood.
Just an hour or so before, he had left meeting his Father in a raging fury. The usually calm-tempered elf was not easily driven to such rage, but his father had been being impossible. The young elf could not understand how his father coudla sk so much of him, and still be disappointed when his son did as was asked of him. No matter how Naithenir progressed in the army, it was never good enough. And now that he was in control of the army, still his Father complained - now about the way he ran it.
The elf sighed heavily, and took a large swig of ale. Casting a weary glance around the room, he wondered what he would have to do to make things up to his Father this time.
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Post by Amroth Telrúnya on Nov 10, 2006 16:57:57 GMT -5
Amroth opened the door of the bar cautiosuly, before shutting the door softly behind him. As he walked forward toward the counter he felt eyes landing on him from all over the pub. Out of complete habit Amroth pulled his black hood around his head and headed for the nearest corner. As he sat down he realised that he had once again failed to reach the counter scolding himself he settled back into the chair.
As he sat in his corner hoping that maybe the crowds would disperse soon his mind wandered over to his faithful wolf pet, Shimizu. As soon as he'd entered Raenfire he'd sent his Shimizu to find a suitable place to sleep in. After all Amroth had never spent a single night in an inn or anything of the sort. Besides he prefered the outside world to being stuck in buildings.
Amorth's eyes wandered over to a dark haired man in another corner of the pub. Amroth then realised that he wasn't a man at all but an elf! Maybe he should go talk to him. Amroth started to move but then thought the better of it and sat back down again. No. He didn't need help so why should he bother the elf?
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Post by Naithenir Devtherion on Nov 14, 2006 8:00:42 GMT -5
Looking about the tavern, Naith suddenly noticed another elf who looked just as dejected as he did. As the elf sat himself down relative close to Naithenir, he thought he might as well strike up something of a conversation. "Greetings and well met, friend." He said, lifting up his tankard in a sort of toast then taking another long draught of the ale. "It would seem fortune has not smiled on either of us in a while; care to share a drink over our troubles?"
Naith spoke with the utmost formality, the high prestige of his language revealing him to have a higher-class background. Looking at this elf with tired eyes, he did not think it all that unusual that they should have met; many of the people of Daitheria chose to travel around as they pleased. He himself had come to Raenfir on Army business, of course, but it did seem coincidence enough for them both to be looking slightly sulky - although it was possible he had misjudged the stranger's attitude - for him to have entered into a conversation with the other elf.
Half-smiling at him, he gestured for the bartender to come over and take their orders for drinks.
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Post by Kelandra Trestionn on Nov 15, 2006 20:44:16 GMT -5
She reached her hand out, brushing the cold metal doorknob blindly. Finally grasping the doorknob, and in the process, brushing the stray hairs which had fallen over her face, she walked slowly in, surveying the bar quickly.
Deeming it hygienic, she sat at the bar counter, wincing as she sat down on the hard maple seats. The ride to the city had been strenuous and hard. Coming here was simply her choice. She had no job, and she was bored. Life to her at this point, was, well, pointless.
She let out a soft sigh, running her fingers slowly on the smooth surface of the bar counter. Her eyes averted from the shining surface, her green eyes glanced over the many patrons who sat scattered around the bar. Most absentmindedly cradled a mug of ale, lost in their thoughts.
Others were in quiet conversations, the overall air was fairly friendly, if a bit boring to say the least. Finally, ending her analysis of the bar, she hastily ordered a mug of ale from the bartender, glancing over at the two men conversing to her left. Elven, the first one was, the other, she could not tell, a dark hood masked any clear features.
She pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb, and forefinger, losing herself in her complex, depressing past. She dropped her hand to the table, picking up the mug which had been deposited in front of her. She cradled it between her hands, swirling the liquid. That got her a queer stare from the bartender.
She stopped. Sipping slowly as she peered over the wooden mug. Quenched, she put the mug down gingerly, intertwining her fingers as she zoned out once again upon the the walls, slightly stained by smoke, and just a slight tint of yellow from age.
Now what? Thoughts flew through her head. The familiar ache in her head settled in. She winced, slumping down on the stool. A large gulp of ale. She tapped her fingers without much thought on the wood, eyes resting upon the ceiling. She waited.
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Post by Naithenir Devtherion on Nov 16, 2006 13:21:47 GMT -5
Glancing up, Naithenir silently looked at the dark-haired elf who had just entered the tavern. Following her across the room with his dark blue eyes, he wondered exactly who she was; she dressed not like a lady but like a warrior, her chesnut locks tied back ((I've taken that from your profile, feel free to correct me if it's wrong:P)) and she was dressed in simple travelling clothes, yet she somehow retained a sort of grace that suggested to Naith that she has trained to fight with honour at least in part.
He watched as she sat herself down at the bar not far of from himself and the red-haired elf, looking over the rim of his tankard so as not to look too perculiar. Her elven blood was revealed in her looks, her features elegant and slender, and her frame definately athletic. Naith felt obliged to greet her both as a lady and as a fellow elf, and yet he was unsure how to address her. And so he simply lifted his tankard and smiled politely at her. He would leave it to her to initiate a conversation if she so wished.
He returned his attention to the elf opposite him, looking a little worriedly at the wolf at his feet, and then awaited a reply.
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Post by Amroth Telrúnya on Nov 16, 2006 13:31:39 GMT -5
Amroth eyed the elf that had appraoched him nervously. He felt his wolf tense at his feet and he nudged Shimizu telling him to be quiet. He heard the door of the bar close a second time and he watched another elf, this time a girl, enter. Turning back to the elf in front of him he anxiously drew his hood around his head a little more so the only way you could see his face was if you were facing him from the front. "I don't mean to sound rude but I'd rather not talk about my troubles. However I would like to know your name. Mine is Amroth, and he," Amroth pointed down to Shimizu, "Is called Shimizu and is nothing to be afraid of. He's a faithful friend and won't do anything unless I tell him too." Amroth still felt unsure but decided that if he wanted any chance of fitting in here it would be no good to shake away who might offer friendship. Once again out of habit he reached up to his red hair to move it in front of his eyes.
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Post by Kelandra Trestionn on Nov 16, 2006 17:54:31 GMT -5
((That's correct. I took the information about you and Amroth from your posts just know.))
She glanced at him, a grin spread across her face. She raised her tankard slightly, standing up hesitantly after a few moments of thinking. She sat down next to him, a light smile splashed across her face. "I hope you do not mind me sitting here sir." She said politely, nodding her head in acknowledgement. She waited for the man with the hood to finish speaking. "Amroth..." She paused, glancing down at the wolf, "And Shimizu." She said quietly. "I hope you too don't mind my sitting here." She said reluctantly.
She did not know of their social standings, and did not want to risk offending either. She smoothed back her hair absentmindedly. She glanced behind her as a gruff, large man stumbled to the door, in process, knocking over tables, causing a few customers to voice their complaints. The man ambled out of the door, completely unaware of the dilema he had caused within. As he left, the patrons shook off the man's exploits, and continued whatever activity they were doing before. She held in a grin, pushing away the want to burst out in meaningless laughter.
Her face was emotionless, despite the fact of the laugh bubbling within her. Pushing the emotion off, she drank slowly from her mug, watching the men at the left of her discreetly. Both, now, she concluded, were Elven, and in a Human town. Strange. She mused. The man, his eyes a dark blue fixed on Amroth at the moment. He seemed slightly out of place, though still at comfort with the situation. Judging by his clothing, fine, though slightly bland in color, he was of higher class. His table manners also very perfected, and neat, though not highly noticeable. Amroth, the other, was somewhat wilder in a sense. Clearly a warrior, judging upon the weapons on his back. The wolf was out of place, and much to her surprise, tame, Shimizu, his name was, if she remembered correctly.
Seeing the animal domesticated didn't score high in her book, though the animal was clearly content with its owner, and unabused in any way. She smiled lightly, few people gave that much care to those furry carnivores. Most were brutally slain, maimed, or wounded. Animals always had their own spot in her heart, she understood their feelings in a way very few others did. Their language was her own, she understood their body language, and what soothed their nerves, and calmed their anger. This wolf was fairly intelligent compared to the rest, almost like that of a highly trained hound.
Queer people. She thought suddenly, waiting for their replies.
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Post by Naithenir Devtherion on Nov 16, 2006 19:31:58 GMT -5
If Naith was slightly surprised by the bluntness of Amroth's answer, he did not show it, and instead smiled in acknowledgement of his wish to keep his troubles to himself. He supposed this was fair enough - he would not want to divulge his personal problems to a complete stranger.
"Naithenir." He said. "And I'm sorry if I seemed too questioning; I didn't mean to pry! Your business is your own." The elf took another long draught of his drink. He was inexplicably thirsty, and it took a great deal of alcohol to affect an elf - so he was fine to drink so much ale as he liked, a drink he enjoyed very much.
The elf sighed heavily, his mind briefly flitting back to the problems he had been stewing over before he had met these other two elves and refusing to budge for a moment. He longed for his father to just once be proud of him... But, even if that day was to come, he was sure it was a long way off yet. And so he shook off his worries and returned his full attention to the two before him.
"Please, take a seat!" He said to the brown-haired elf. "I'd be very happy for you to join us. Might I ask you for your name? It's unusual to have three elves in a town of men, all in the same tavern. We should become acquainted at least!"
The elf looked curiously at his two companions, wondering what they were both doing here. He couldn't speak of his own purposes, and it seemed that the man Amroth would say nothing, and he wondered if the female elf beside them would be more forthcoming. It wasn't that Naith had things to hide exactly, he would just have to be careful about how much was said.
Sighing once more, the man drained the last of his drink.
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Post by Kelandra Trestionn on Nov 17, 2006 20:16:07 GMT -5
She smiled, "Kelandra Trestionn, but I'd prefer Kel if you don't mind." Kel said, letting out a soft chuckle. "I absolutely loathe my full first name, though, I guess I've heard worse." Kelandra's memories of her friend's mother's name flitted through her mind. She pushed them away, that, to her, was the past, and her friend, as far as she knew, dead.
Kelandra sat for a few moments, small talk wasn't her strong point, clearly. Amroth seemed brooding in a sense, he was quiet, almost to the point of unnerving her. The wolf just stared. The wolves actions were... Unique, Kelandra concluded. The wolf was intelligent, strangely so, and seemed to understand all words spoken around him. The presence of him was calming however.
Kelandra pondered a few more moments, tucking her loose hair behind her pointed ears. "Where you from then?" Kel blurted out after a few moments, turning to face Naithenir, staring at him. "I'm from an elven village, only scant minutes from Laliwyn."
A blush creeped up her neck, ignoring it, she lifted her mug, taking a small sip, before placing it back down on the bar. Her gaze never left the elf. She looked away momentarily. She blushed again. Kelandra cursed her strange shyness, confused at the emotion which had never pestered her in the past.
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Post by Naithenir Devtherion on Nov 19, 2006 14:11:26 GMT -5
"Kelandra..." Naithenir said thoughtfully. He could have sworn he had heard that name before... "Forgive me if I'm wrong," He suddenly added, "But did you just join the Bowmen of Laliwyn?" ((OOC: I'm going to play this as if they haven't really met before, he's just aware she's a member of the army, to make it easier for us to RP in two places at once. Sound OK?)) He looked keenly at the elf before him, certain that he recognised her. A little surprised as she flushed slightly red, he hoped he hadn't embarrassed her.
Leaning back in his chair, Naith fiddled worriedly with a strand of hair. He'd not meant to distress the elf... He was suddenly aware that she was asking him questions. Regaining some of his certainty, he hastened to answer them.
"I'm also from Laliwyn," He smiled, "But I was born and raised in the center of the town. My parents are both fairly well-known there... I can never quite decide whether I'd have preferred to have had more of an idyllic upbringing in a small village in the forest. Living in the town was always quite exciting, but it does mean you're expected to be the best at everything. For me anyway." He paused pensievely. "I'm surprised we haven't met properly before. What was your village like? - and your home, Amroth?" The elf added.
At that moment a waiter approached, and Naithenir ordered himself another ale, before quickly asking his two companions if they would like another drink. Taking their orders and placing them with the waiter, he smoothed out the fine grey material of his robes and then settled down comfortably into his chair and listened intently to what they had to say.
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Post by Kelandra Trestionn on Nov 19, 2006 15:44:50 GMT -5
((Sounds fine then, good idea))
Kelandra nodded, soaking in the information. "So..." She paused, a blush creeping up her neck, "So you're the General of the Bowmen?" Kelandra smiled slightly, if only she had realized earlier. Slightly surprised at the bit of information, she took a drink, masking her expression with the wooden tankard. The blush fading away, she put her mug down, finished. "You have a point." Kel paused, debating whether or not to address the elf formally. "It was fairly dull in the village, a child loosing a tooth was the most excitement we had a month, we never expected much more than that. Though it was nice to know just about everyone in the town. Living in the center of the town must have been a great experience." She shifted, slightly uncomfortable sitting on the wooden stools. "I, myself, am fairly surprised aswell that we have never met before this." She said politely, mentally cursing her terrible social skills.
After he spoke to Amroth, Kel turned to face him, waiting for his reply. He was quiet their whole conversation, whether he was just simply shy, brooding, or patiently awaiting his turn to speak, she could not tell.
She glanced at the waiter who had arrived, quickly informing Naithenir of her decision, before settling back down after the intrusion. Her hand was gripped around the handle of her mug, which sat empty upon the counter, waiting for the waiter to arrive, and take the cup away.
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Post by Amroth Telrúnya on Nov 20, 2006 14:20:09 GMT -5
Amroth waited quietly in his seat while he waited for the other two elves to finish speaking. He caught Kel looking at Shimizu a couple of times and wondered whether him being here would cause problems.
Sitting back in his seat again Amroth watched the waiter aprroach and he shook his head as he'd decided he'd stick with drinking water from rivers and wells. Deciding he should put something in to the conversation he answered Naithenir.
"It was nothing special. Just a small village on the side of a forest probably alot like Kels," Amroth explained, "I didn't stay there too long though. I've haven't got another home I wander from town to town...I did return to my village once. But it wasn't there anymore."
As he talked Amroth rememebred the sight of his village. Or rather the village it would've been. it had been burnt to ash. He pushed the thoughts from his mind and turned to face Kel and Naithenir.
"So you're both in the army. What's it like?" ((OOC: I'm sorry I might not be able to reply too quickly as I don't have a chance to come on the computer that often. If you want to carry on with conversations then please do.))
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Post by Naithenir Devtherion on Nov 26, 2006 12:04:44 GMT -5
Naith looked a little sadly at Amroth.
"I'm very sorry to hear about your village." He said sympathtically, before musing aloud, "It must be... different to have no home. I can see how that must be hard... But it also means you have total freedom, no ties to anyplace, or anyone..." The elf tailed off, and was silent and thoughtful for a moment before carrying on talking to Kelandra.
"Oh, living in the town was interesting!" He smiled, looking intently at her as she smiled back. It seemed that any sign of expression from her was a rare occurence, and he couldn't help thinking how her face seemed to light up as she did smile. He tilted his head to one side, wondering what it had been that had made her smile. Shaking off the strange feeling, he continued, "Yes, I look after the Army.. .It's a lot of work, but I love it. There's nothing more exhilerating then the feeling before a battle."
He stopped, thinking. He did believe this to be true... So maybe he had more to thank his father for than he'd realized. Sighing, he resolved to make things up to him when he returned to Laliwyn.
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Post by Kelandra Trestionn on Nov 26, 2006 14:46:53 GMT -5
Kelandra bowed her head, "You have my full grief Amroth." She replied solemnly. She waited as Naithenir spoke, before replying quickly, "Yes, freedom is something I have not had for awhile, I've either been working till' I dropped, or in the army." Kelandra rested her head upon her fist, once again waiting for Naithenir to speak. "I would bet so, large towns always seem so eventful." She twirled her auburn locks with her forefinger, gaze lingering on Naithenir as he spoke about his view upon the army. She glanced down at the wolf, he seemed intent on listening on this conversation, Kelandra mentally laughed.
"The army is amazing, I've only been in training for a few scant days, however I still have a great impression. It is hard work, and requires sacrifice of most comfort, but it is well worth it." Kel replied, nodding, "I would think an elf like you would do great with scouting and the like, seeing as you know the forests so very well. And I would think they would allow Shimizu to accompany you, he must work wonder when it comes to the art of tracking." Kelandra speculated.
She scoffed at the thought of herself scouting, she prefered the action of battle, the thought of throwing your life on the line. Scouting did have its pro's, but it also had its own con's. She wouldn't mind maybe scouting occasionally, the forest was a place of wonders, the animals being what she enjoyed most. Horses were more of her specialty however, riding and fighting upon the large brutes, she doubted very much horses were ridden by those scouting through the thick undergrowth of the forests, in places they would be no more than a burden, the trees, once you have delved deeper, would be too closely packed together for a horse to pass through without constant assistance.
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