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Post by Morior on Oct 5, 2019 23:32:31 GMT -5
Genchai is a large but rural town at the center of a valley, surrounded on all sides by tall hills. Most people and creatures are welcome in the town provided you are not a threat. Genchai has one rich ruling family that owns most of the farms around, and keeps the town orderly and safe by hiring mercenaries that are often seen milling about the streets.
Terrain: The landscape surrounding Genchai is full of rolling hills and open green fields, with some farms and small copses of trees. Beyond the hills to the North-East lies a birch forest that stretches further East for many miles. In the birch forest there is a lumber camp which accepts any strong workers willing to travel out there. It's a nice place for townsfolk to make some extra money doing part-time work. Go far enough directly North and you will hit a range of mountains. Westward there are small forests and a few craggy hills with a canyon at the centre. Southward there is even more open steppe, and the terrain gradually becomes more rocky and arid. Go far enough South and you'll reach a desert.
Forum and ghost rules apply. Any mythological creature or fantasy-type character goes, unless they don't fit in with the setting (like a sea serpent when there is no sea), or they're too overpowered. If you just want to make a plain human character that goes as well.
Please mention what rank, job, or occupation your character has in your starter post. (Examples: mercenary, priest, landlord, tavern keeper, wizard, healer, blacksmith, thief, outcast, traveler, merchant, farmer, stable-keeper, etc.)
I want to include maybe a DnD-style dice generator game to this, in case characters get into fights then it can be random odds who wins and who survives or not. I'm still working on a plot, some more villainous characters would be welcome
(in order of job rank) Abir Desdemona - M - human - paladin [Amber ] Odali Desdemona - F - human - wizard [Amber ] Genocide - M - goblin - trader [Protractor ] Rook Milo - M - harpy - trader [Fuzzymask] Csaba Eszek - M - human - mercenary commander [Morior ] Astra Nailo - F - half-elf, half-human - ranger [Amber ] Aiman Aibekkyz - F - werebear - rancher/farmer [Morior ] Rinat Aibekuulu - M - werebear - rancher/farmer, lumberjack [Morior ] Kuzey Aibekuulu - M - werebear - rancher/farmer [Morior ] Galvin Stormhammer - M - half-orc, half-dwarf - bard [Amber ] Naz - F - griffin - homeless [Morior ] Arrow Toss - M - tabaxi - thief [Fuzzymask] Husk - M - amarok [Protractor ] Natyre Lifegask - N - fallen angel [Protractor ]
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Post by Morior on Oct 5, 2019 23:53:23 GMT -5
Naz's cream-beige plumage was splattered with dirt where she laid beside the tavern's entrance. She'd been yelled at to fly off, but her stomach growled so much and she was exhausted. It was the first warning of three, and she didn't expect any trouble to happen until after the second warning. She raised her head to look at the tavern customers who passed her, hoping one would drop any food. A semi-old wound still itched and bothered her, though it was mostly sealed up now and scarring. She'd tried hunting deer beyond the town herself but caught the bad end of a stag's antlers. Naz was a runt of a griffin, her head barely coming to a man's elbow when she stood. She hoped she looked as miserable as she felt, maybe someone would feel enough pity to spare some bread.
Aiman wore a leather jerkin over her casual dark red fleece dress. It was as much armor as she'd ever owned and hopefully ever needed, and as she rode her white mare into the town she remembered why she trusted no one there. The saddle-bags were flat, unlike her usual trips bringing produce from her farm to the market, she only carried a coin-purse and a knife at her belt. Her goal was the far Eastern end of the town, keeping to the side of the main road with her mare. She watched a few passers by with her narrow, judgmental-looking black eyes, even though that's how she looked normally. Her hair was a silky dark brown tied back in a low ponytail that reached her waist.
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Post by Amber on Oct 5, 2019 23:56:12 GMT -5
I'll get a starter up soon, but here are my characters in the meantime.
Odali Desdemona- Human wizard, female
Abir Desdemona- Human paladin, male
Galvin Stormhammer- Half-Orc/Half-Dwarf bard, male
Astra Nailo- Half-Elf/Half-Human ranger, female
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 0:01:29 GMT -5
added!)
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Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2019 0:26:10 GMT -5
(Thanks! Also I tend to write long starters, so sorry about that.)
Atop their horses, the pair of travlers silently headed towards the town. After traveling for a few days, they were ready for a well-deserved rest. Odali kept her focus ahead, subtle excitment nipping at her chest. Every town the siblings had visited had their own little quirks that separated them from each other. The young woman was eager to see what Genchai had to offer. As the wizard kept her hazel eyes fixed on the town, Abir scanned their surrounding land. With small towns spread apart with little protection, crafty bandits, great beasts, and stealthy mercenaries were always a concern. Even with the small town nearby there was a risk of attack.
Eventually the pair entered Genchai without a problem. The streets were filled with colorful people. Some were humble farmers selling their harvest while others were draped in fine clothing, appearing to be part of the elite. Odali and Abir dismounted and carefully guided their horses through the town. People moved out of the way as they made their way through the crowded streets. Many people avoided eye contact, which wasn't surprising. Abir was dressed in his full armor, the silver metal glistening against the light. Most people wouldn't want to mess with someone like that, whether they were a paladin or a knight. It wasn't a terrible thing, but it made them stand out. The siblings were fully aware of that fact, which was both a burden and blessing at times.
"We need to find an inn," Odali concluded.
"Yup," Abir agreed. The man paused for a moment and tried to ask someone for directions. Whenever he made eye contact or tried to stop someone, they fled in the opposite direction or pretended not to notice. The burden of his armor was clear in Genchai. Growing frustrated with the lack of help, Abir finally spotted a woman in red on a white horse. Swiftly weaving through people, the paladin flagged the woman down.
"Hey miss, do you know where we can find an inn?"
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 0:44:19 GMT -5
(no worries! I just started reading Stormlight Archive on Thursday)
No one else wore full-plate armor in Genchai, chain-mail was what people around Genchai wore most commonly, and for that Csaba took note of Abir's presence immediately. He sat on a bench along the side of the road by the inn's stables, with a few other mercenaries at his side.
Aiman reined her mare to a halt, a bit startled someone had called her attention. Mostly she was ignored by townsfolk. She was less surprised noticing immediately they weren't townsfolk. She folded her hands neatly on the pommel of her saddle as she watched the armoured man come closer. "The inn is the three-story building down there with the tapestries hanging from the roof, sir." she spoke politely in the standard dialect, but still had a thick rural accent. She nodded her chin towards the building she spoke off.
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Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2019 1:19:57 GMT -5
(Sweet! You're in for a real treat and I hope your enjoying it. I started the second book, Words of Radience, a few weeks ago myself.)
Abir offered a smile as he looked towards the building. The paladin could tell it was clearly an older structure even from where he stood. The wood framing was worn while the once gray stone appeared dingy and weathered. Perhaps it wasn't the best-looking place, however the pair had seen worse.
"Thank you miss...er is there anything I can call you?" It was a good idea to know at least one local's name in case they got in a bind. Abir also thought it was rude not to ask.
As her brother did all the talking, Odali glanced around the area. She was looking forward to explore Genchai and see the quirks of the small town. As her brother spoke to the woman, Odali slowly began to head towards the inn. She was in no rush and was sure to give Abir time to catch up.
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 1:31:13 GMT -5
(I bought the first 2 books on impulse cause it was a 2-for-1 deal and I'd heard of Brandon Sanderson before)
The woman in red hesitated to give her name. She looked to Abir's sister, who was already starting off towards the inn. She wasn't sure why he'd asked for her name. "Aiman." She said quickly, nudging the flanks of her horse with her heels gently to get the white mare into a slow walk again.
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Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2019 2:06:19 GMT -5
(Two for one buy is always great. Is SA your first series from Sanderson?)
"Nice to meet you, Aiman. I'm Abir and that's my sister, Odali." The man gestered to his sister ahead as he began to follow the woman. The small group quickly reached the inn, still weaving between the crowd. Abir occasionally caught the looks he was given, though paid little mind to them. Some people looked towards him with detain, while others looked respect. Most, however, looked with distrust and unease.
The group quickly reached the inn. A stable was next to the old building with a few horses in the stalls. It would be a good place for their own mounts. A few stablehands attended the animals diligently. Despite the look of the outside, it seemed to have good services. "I'm going to see what we can do with the horses. I'll be right back." Odali watched her brother approch the stables. She stood with the horses and the woman in silence for a few moments. After a while she glanced up at Aiman.
"So do you know if there's anywhere to get ingredients for spells?" She typically didn't like being blatant about her abilities. However she was low on supplies and needed to restock. The siblings likely wouldn't stay for too long in Genchai. They rarely stayed longer than a month in any of the towns they visited. Hopefully the new town would be different.
As Abir waited for one if the attendants to approch, he glanced around the area. The stable was fairly large and could easily house at least twenty mounts. Stablehands rushed around to feed or brush the horses. Nearby, a man sat on a bench. He seemed to be watching the crowd, though the paladin couldn't be sure. It wasn't much longer until one of the workers approched Abir.
"Anything I can help you with, sir?" The boy asked. The paladin offered a smile and gestered to the horses.
"How much would it be to keep our horses here, at least for the night?"
"It's free if you stay at the inn." The young stablehand paused for a moment then smiled. "Though a tip is always appreciated." Abir carefully nodded, but returned the smile.
"Alright, thank you." The boy simply nodded before returning to his duties. Abir headed back to his sister and the local woman quickly.
(Would Naz be nearby?)
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 2:34:36 GMT -5
(yeah, it's also my first mainstream fantasy book series aside from The Witcher. I usually read historical fiction haha.) (yes Naz is outside the inn/tavern)
"You'll gather a lot of attention in that armor, wanted or otherwise." Aiman said. She stopped her mare again in front of the inn, looking at the doors and the lantern above it, which lit up the grey overcast road with a warm glow. "Well at least your name is not strange in these regions, even if your armour is. Odali is your sister's name, yes?" She gave a subtle smile, like she found something funny about the name, but didn't say anything further as she and Abir caught up with Odali.
She dismounted in front of the inn and handed the mare off to a stable-boy, who asked her to pay upfront. "I'll pay you if my horse is still here when I come out." She spat, eyeing the stable-boy until he backed off. She looked up at Odali as the boy led the horse off.
"End of the main road, Eastern side of town. Probably closed at this hour, an old man runs that shop and he likes to go to bed early." Aiman explained. Spell-casting in Genchai was common, most non-wizard people of the town used simple lantern spells by mixing ingredients into the lamp oil, which gave the lamp's light the power to ward off demons and ghosts. The lantern above the inn's door probably had a spell in it too. Most of the spell ingredients used were animal parts, local belief was that magic was drawn into the flesh of living organisms. Aiman wasn't even sure the lanterns were real magic, or maybe it was just local superstition. Either way, Aiman didn't seem to take Odali's mention of spells as anything special.
Naz laid with her head down, round eyes wide and staring up at the people who passed.
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Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2019 2:51:45 GMT -5
(Ah that's cool. My first big fantasy book/series was actually Mistborn The Final Empire also by Sanderson. I haven't read a lot of historical fiction(because I don't know where to start)but it's a genre I've enjoyed in the past.
Alright, thanks! Also I'm going to head to bed because I just realized it's 2:30am here. So see you romorrow.)
Abir glanced down at his armor then at the people around. No one else bad on anything like he did. Those who had their own armor only wore chainmail or leather. Aiman was right, he did stand out. After his brief distraction, he turned his attention back towards the local. "Yeah, Odali's her name." He answered evenly before heading off.
When Abir returned, some stablehands followed. Aiman handed her horse to one of the boys. Odali was slightly taken aback by her harshness. She didn't say anything and simply wondered if there was a reason for it. The wizard handed the horses to the other stablehands who quickly took them. They seemed to be slightly uneasy, which was likely due to Abir. Odali turned her attention back towards Aiman as she answered her.
"Alright, thank you," the wizard replied cheerfully. Abir gestered for the group to start heading into the inn. Odali followed him towards the entrance. As they approched, she noticed a strange figure observing the area around. The runty-looking pile of ruffled feathers turns its gaze towards the group as they walked by. Odali tilted her head curiously as she gazed at the creature. As they got closer, she realized what she was looking at.
"A griffin?" She breathed in surprise. The creature looked miserable as she sat around.
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 3:12:01 GMT -5
(I definitely think you should start with the Camulod Chronicles (US name) / A Dream of Eagles (Canadian name) (the series has different titles based on which country it's published in, I forget the UK name), it basically takes the fantasy of the legend of King Arthur and turns it into a realistic, grounded historical series with real politics of the time period surrounding the Roman Empire, the Celts, the Anglo-Saxons, etc. My friend thought the concept was dumb because Merlin in the series isn't actually a wizard, but I think it's much cooler that we get to see Merlin from a young age where he makes these clever schemes that eventually get him the reputation of being some kind of seer or druid to other people) (It's 4am here oof)
Naz's cloudy sad gaze sharpened and focused at Odali. The wizard was the first person to really look at her the whole evening, who gave her more than just a sideways glare. She tried not to get her hopes up, but she didn't take her eyes off of Odali now.
Aiman clearly wasn't planning to stay the night at the inn. She hadn't even planned to stop at the inn at all. Too late now. The newcomers were going to find themselves in some trouble that night, and she didn't have to rely on just her gut to feel that way. "Any chance you'll change out of that armour?" She stepped into pace beside Abir as they walked up to the inn door.
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Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2019 11:17:43 GMT -5
(Thanks for the recommendations! I love magic and the mythical world, but having Merlin not be some fantastical wizard is really cool. Kind of reminds me of the Ranger's Apprentice series where magic is replaced by "advanced" science. Anyway I'll check that out thanks again.
I've stayed up until 4am before. Not the funniest thing, but also not terrible.)
Odali edged closer to the griffon, curiously glancing it over. Abir noticed his sister and cautiously watched the situatuon unfold. The wizard crouched down and leaned towards the cream-colored griffon. "Poor thing," she mumbled under her breath. She paused for a moment and scratched her chin, wondering if she could do anything for the creature.
As Odali contiuned to watch the cream griffon, Abir split his attention between her and Aiman. "Yes I'm ready to get out of it for the time being. Just need to get a room first," the man answered. The sooner he could change into more normal clothes, the better off the pair would likely be in the long run. The paladin shifted his gaze between the local woman and his sister as he hovered around the inn's door.
(Real quick would griffons be talking, sentient creatures or more animal-like?)
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 13:19:28 GMT -5
(griffins talk, or at least Naz does. I stay up til 6am regularly when I don't have school or work)
Naz raised her head as Odali came closer, wondering what she would do. There was old dried blood on her plumage by her flank and neck, where the antler wound had been. She hadn't found the motivation to wash or groom herself in days.
"Okay, we'll go directly to the head lady and you can buy your rooms for the night, and change in there. I might buy some extra ale to bring home to my brothers." Aiman said, crossing her arms and watching Odali interact with the griffin. "Small thing, but probably intelligent. Wild griffins from the steppes are massive beasts that could crush a man just with their weight, like a draft horse, but small griffins with pretty feather colours usually come from Meviah in the West. It's said Meviahn nobles used to breed griffins to be smaller and more colourful luxury pets, call them 'fancy griffins'. Makes them pretty useless out in the wild." Aiman went on.
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Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2019 14:02:12 GMT -5
(Thank you again. I thought that's be the case, but I wanted to double check.
I typically stay up until 1am sometimes 2am when I don't have school. Actually I often go to be around midnight or 1 even with school.)
The wizard noticed the dried blood for the first time on the griffon's flank. Without thinking, Odali pushed the fur aside to check for any wounds. A gash oozed from the side, possibly infected at that point. The young woman was no doctor, however she had to do something to help. Odali searched through her bag and pulled out a small tin. She quickly opened it and sprinkled a fine dust over the wound. Whispering the words of the spell, her eyes began to glow a pale silver as she waved her hand over the creature. The dust began to glow as well, beginning to heal the wound. After a few moments, the dust began to fade and the injury appeared to look better. Odali offered a smile as she put away her materials and stood up.
"There you go. That should help," the young woman softly said. She didn't know if the animal understood her, griffins she was used to didn't. Aiman's words also seemed to indicate that the creature might be more intelligent than the average creature. Turning towards her brother, the paladin offered a smile.
"Nicely done," he encouraged. "That's good to know, thank you Aiman. If we're done here, should we go ahead and head in?"
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 14:18:52 GMT -5
Naz looked a little shocked that the wizard came close enough to touch her, and was looking for her wound. She tried to shuffle away from Odali's hands awkwardly, her wound still sensitive. The small griffin's eyes went wide when the wizard's eyes started to glow, and she backed away as much as she could before being stopped by the tavern wall, her feathers ruffled in fear.
Aiman nodded without a word and walked through the tavern door, impatient to get inside. She didn't pay attention to what Odali did with the griffin. The dark clouds overhead finally released their water and it started to drizzle over the street.
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Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2019 14:36:07 GMT -5
The griffon was clearly nervous and uncomfortable. Odali felt bad for the little creature, though couldn't stay for much longer. She would just have to come back out later to check on the animal. As she followed her brother and Aiman in, rain began to sprinkle from the sky. She glanced towards the griffon once more, guilt prickling at her chest as she left. Perhaps one of the stablehands would help the small creature. At least that's what the wizard hoped.
Galvin Stormhammer was something of a drifter. As a musician he travled from one town to the other, preforming his songs and telling stories. It wasn't work that paid the best, but he didn't care. It was something he loved. Most people were welcoming of his craft. It was always something entertaining during a drink with friends or during a nice meal. However there were also plenty of people who despised his work, believing it was anything but that. The stout man paid no mind to them. It wasn't worth arguing aganist.
The blueish half-orc currently found himself in the quaint town of Genchai. He had been in for a few days, enjoying his time there so far. The people were nice enough and he hadn't run into trouble yet. Throughout the evening he preformed his songs in exchange for a meal and room. It was just as he done previous nights. Patrons were merrily chatting amongst themselves or quietly enjoying their meals as he played a jolly tune on his lute. As he played a few people tossed coins his way. He acknowledged them with a friendly nod or jovial smile. Some returned the gester while others simply ignored him. As he contiuned to play his melodies, he noticed a small group of people walk in. He gave them a nod to acknowledge their presence before looking back towards the crowd.
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 14:59:27 GMT -5
Naz crouched low to the ground and watched them leave cautiously. She slunk into the alleyway between the stables and the tavern, the overhang offering her some shelter from the rain.
Aiman walked into the tavern and immediately seemed to seethe in annoyance at the crowd of boisterous people inside, drinking and singing loudly. Her brother Kuzey loved the tavern, but she preferred a drink by the fire of their farm's cozy hearth. She half expected to find him here, but she knew he'd stayed back home. She walked through the row of tables, glancing back to make sure Odali kept up so they could find a place to sit.
"Headmistress is by the bar there." Aiman caught Abir's eye and pointed towards an older woman standing and observing the crowd. The inn-keeper was a tall, thin, and wrinkled woman in her sixties, but her eyes were bright and she showed no sign of frailness. She was exchanging a few words with one of the server girls.
As Aiman sat down at one bench, she looked to the bard. Foreign bards were always popular with the crowd in Genchai, and she thought it was a shame not a single local bard was playing tonight.
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Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2019 16:04:12 GMT -5
Odali and Abir followed Aiman through the crowded inn. As they walked along, the woman pointed out the tavern owner. It was an older, wrinkled woman with gray streaks through her hair. She was tall. Taller than Odali, but shorter than Abir. That wasn't surprising as few people were over six feet two inches. The paladin dipped his head in thanks to Aiman as he headed to the headmistress. He left the pair as they sat at an open bench. When he approched, the older woman was finishing her conversation with the staff. He patiently waited his turn. The older woman finally dismissed her workers and turned her attention towards Abir.
"Good evening, ma'am. I would like to rent a room for my sister and I for a few nights." He offered a friendly smile, and waited for a reply. After a moment, the woman nodded and scratched her chin.
"Alright, I can get you something." She headed to a large book, likely a log for the guests, and began to flip through it. After a minute she finally turned back to Abir.
"We have a few free rooms. Would you like to stay in ine room or have separate ones?"
"The same," he answered. The woman nodded and gave him a room number. He headed back towards the table to let Odali know the new information.
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 16:23:29 GMT -5
As Abir came to their table to sit down, a group of workers entered the tavern late. The men from the lumber yard in the birch forest. Aiman turned her attention to them as they walked closer to find some table space, some of them splitting off from the group. She recognized her brother Rinat among the largest group, chatting excitedly with the other men. He was the scrawniest of all the woodcutters, and he and Aiman looked almost identical except for gender. She didn't bother calling out to him or saying anything, she just looked back down at their table and only glanced up when Abir walked up to his sister. The tavern was much more crowded now.
"Do you drink much?" Aiman asked Odali, catching the attention of a serving girl. "And I never asked, what brings you to Genchai?" she pulled a coin out from her coin-purse and placed it on the table in front of her.
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Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2019 16:39:02 GMT -5
(About how old would you say your characters are? Odali is 21, Abir's 25, Astra is also 25, and Galvin is around 35.)
"Nope, don't like the taste of alcohol," the wizard quickly answered. She glanced towards Abir as Aiman inquired about their purpose in the town. Before she had a chance to blurt something out, her brother calmly answered.
"It was time to leave home and strike out on our own. There's so much to see out in the world and we wanted to explore it together." The man was confident as he spoke. It was a good enough explanation. One that wouldn't arouse suspicion. "Anyway I'm going to head to our room, Ods and change. I'll be right back." Odali handed her brother her things before he headed to settle in. After he left, the wizard glanced at Aiman.
"What about you? How long have you and I'm assuming your family lived here?"
Galvin smiled as the lumber workers entered the tavern. "Good evening, gentlemen," he greeted merrily. "Do you have any song request for tonight?" Although he had only been in Genchai for a few days, the half-dwarf knew the tavern was a popular hang out spot. The lumber workers came in after work everyday he was there. They were good customers and often tipped well.
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 16:49:55 GMT -5
(I'd say about mid-20s for all of them)
"So you left your parents' home then?" Aiman asked before Abir left. "My two brothers and I, and our grandfather, live on one of furthest farms from town, out to the West. Born and raised there. One of us maybe comes to Genchai once a week to sell our stock, at the most often. Otherwise we don't spend much time in town." She replied. "Beyond hunting in the nearby woods, I've never done much travelling. Rinat's been to a few other towns. Kuzey went on a long hunting trip to the Northern mountain range once, wanted to see if he could find ruins from the old Domuletrian empire." She made a mental note to limit herself to two drinks maximum as she ordered from the serving girl.
It was the first time Rinat showed up to the tavern with the other workers, normally he went straight home at the end of the work day. He looked up as the bard came over. "You know the one about the prince with the talking bird?" He asked, leaning on the table as he sat down.
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Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2019 18:40:38 GMT -5
"Yeah exactly. It was just time to go," Abir answered once more. He gave a slight nod before heading upstairs into the room. As the paladin changed out of his armor, Odali contiuned to speak with Aiman. She listened intently to the woman's words, curious about what she was saying.
"Abir and I lived with our parents most of our lives," the young woman replied. "I don't mean to pry but what about your parents? You only mentioned your brothers and grandfather."
She went silent briefly as the bard began his next song. Her attention turned back towards Aiman when she mentioned the ruins up north. "The Domuletrain ruins?! I've studied the old empire myself. Was he successful in his hunt?" Traces of the old kingdom were scarce as far as she knew. People were almost always searching for the ruins, whether it was for legendary treasures or the history of the area. Odali was part of the latter group, interested to what stories were left hidden away.
"My brother and I stayed around our hometown too for most of our lives." Odali stated. "Actually, I did. After he turned fourteen he would go on missions with our aunt and her party while I trained with my parents. It wasn't like he was the only one who got to leave town though," the wizard added with a fond smile.
Galvin grinned. "Yes I do good sir." The story of the prince and the bird was a somewhat popular tale. At least it was in the half-orc's hometown. He and his siblings grew up hearing about the story from their parents who heard it from their parents and so on. The man began to pluck the strings of his lute, creating an almost chirping sound. For the prince, he used lower and longer notes. A picture began to form in his mind of the lost boy trying to find his way home and of the bird who tried to help him.
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 19:02:23 GMT -5
"Our parents are gone and my brothers and I run the farm. Or mostly I run the farm." Aiman replied. "Rinat's off to make extra money at the lumber camp every other week and Kuzey is lazy. Our grandfather can't do much of anything anymore."
"No, Kuzey didn't find anything special but some abandoned stone buildings. He said everything inside was cleared out, it was just the remains of stone walls left standing. He didn't go North far enough to find anything good." Aiman didn't seem to be telling the whole truth. Domuletria had survived for so long as an empire because the mountains surrounding its lands were so hard to get through.
Rinat still hadn't noticed his sister was in the tavern as well, too preoccupied with his coworkers already handing mugs around the table. He might've acted less recklessly in singing and drinking, if he knew Aiman was watching.
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Post by Protractor on Oct 6, 2019 19:42:54 GMT -5
(Ima drop these children here if ya don't mind)
Husk-Male-Amarok Genocide-Male-Goblin-trader/traveling merchant Natrye Lifgask-No set gender-Fallen Angel
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 19:51:52 GMT -5
added!)
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Post by Protractor on Oct 6, 2019 19:53:53 GMT -5
(Thank ya
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Post by Morior on Oct 6, 2019 19:58:41 GMT -5
Aiman, Rinat, Galvin, Odali, and Abir are all at the tavern, Naz and Csaba are outside the tavern.)
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Post by Amber on Oct 6, 2019 20:03:17 GMT -5
(Raining over here and I live out in the country, so replies may be a bit more spread out tonight.)
Odali simply nodded. "Sounds busy. Do you at least get some time to yourself?" The Desdemona siblings had grown up fairly well off, however they were always expected to help out. Care for the horses, do the dishes, help with the cooking. General responiblities many families had. She couldn't imagine someone not pulling their weight if they could.
"Ah not surprising. Wonder if I could find I up there," she muttered as she played with some of her hair. Abir returned and joined the pair at the table. His armor was gone and was replaced by something more comfortable. A long-sleeved, dark blue shirt, simple tan pants, and well-worn black boots.
"Gald to see you two doing well," the man commented. He turned his attention to Aiman, questions about the town buzzing through his head. "So while we're here, is there anyone we need to watch out for or avoid? Also who exactly runs Genchai? I'm not sure how long we'll be in town just yet, however it's important to know these things."
Galvin contiuned to play his lute, strumming the melody with a skillful care. People tossed a few coins his way while others bobbed their leg along. He noticed a few people muttering the words of the tale as he played his instrument.
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Post by Protractor on Oct 6, 2019 20:04:41 GMT -5
(The only real struggle about living out here^
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