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Post by renea on Mar 11, 2009 20:56:52 GMT -5
The strange way the city was made brought most people to look at it with pure awe, but other just saw it as weird and nothing more. The sound of dogs barking though out the city would make people look behind their backs when they walked, as if fearing that the dogs would be hunting them. Women walked around the city, children clung to there mothers, making sure they did not get separated. Men road down some streets on large steeds, while others walked and moved quickly to get out of the way. Cats stalked the ally ways, looking for something like a mere mouse to pounce on and consume. Soldiers matched the streets, heading to the port to check for people who were hiding on the ships and also to make sure the ship left without problems.
The black frisian stallion moved with great difficulty through the narrow streets, his head being pulled into his chest to make him a little smaller. His tail whipped the wind as he slapped people who came to close. His feet made loud clanking noises as he moved though the streets. On his back, a brown cloak hid the face of a woman. Her pants were tight on her legs, made of soft leather. Her torso was covered with a tight, soft leather tunic with long sleeves to hid her arms. She wore a pair of brown gloves, covering her hands. On her saddle was hooked a bow and a quiver of arrows. On the right side of her hip was hooked a sword on her belt, the pommel at easy reach. On her right side was a small dagger, it's small pommel at also easy reach. Her brown boots were in the saddle stir-ups, ready to kick her stallion if he did anything stupid. Her right hand moved her the reins and rested at the side of the sword, just dangling from her shoulder.
She moved quickly from the crowds and found a open area, happy to move a little easier. She dismounted as she found a inn that held a stable in the back. She walked in, tying her horse to a post and heading inside to pay. The smell of the inn was easy to read, for their was mead and roasted pork in the air. She took in a large breath and then went to the main desk. She paid for one room for a few nights and also a stable. She was quick to unload her things and take her horse to the stable, placing her things in the stall with her horse and taking the rest inside the inn and to her room. After settling in, she moved back down stairs, finding a place to set and getting some pork and mead for a good price.
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Post by Elanzaros on Mar 13, 2009 16:59:54 GMT -5
There was an inn across the rather untidy street. Occupying the street that separated one man from his goal was what seemed to be a procession of horses and carts; each of them with different intoxicating smells emanating from their cargo. Nuts, hay and in one case a cause to recoil out of disgust as the cart of stinking manure rolled past. This man who aimed to enter the inn was busy looking for an opening in the carnaval of scents and produce to get across the road. He didn’t much like the idea of walking in front of something for two very simple reasons. Firstly, some of the drivers of these loads seemed to be so determined to take each other over they couldn’t care any less for any poor soul who happened to be in the way at the time and secondly he was supposed to not draw much attention to himself. He very much doubted that having a game of chicken with a cart drawn by horses was the best way to accomplish this feat.
Elaniver’s fears heightened somewhat as it appeared that this was what he was going to have to do to get across. However his fears were quickly abated when a women on a large horse rode past him heading for the inn. Elaniver made use of this path across and dutifully followed the beast until he got within walking distance of the door to the inn. He stepped inside, pleased that he hadn’t been forced into becoming at one with the floor by a few carts. He went straight up to the counter and ordered a beer, his war hammer strapped to his back underneath the large travelling cloak he was wearing. He looked to the side as he noticed the woman he had followed in pay for stable room then watched as she set down to eat. He took a deep sip as he turned back to the bar and said, “her meals on me as thanks for letting me get here.”
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Post by renea on Mar 15, 2009 18:36:50 GMT -5
She had removed her hood, her blond hair flowing down her back in a braid with a eagle feather tucked in the tie. She looked at her dagger that was hooked to her side, checked to make sure it was at easy reach and then looked around her, before she started to cut her pork so she could eat the meat that was prepared for her. She heard others leave, soon leaving her with only a few people and one man who had something under his cloak. She glanced at him only once and then started to eat, her steel blue eyes staying down and hiding her emotions.
“Her meals on me as thanks for letting me get here,”His voice was strong and deep, making her steel blue eyes look up from the food before her to see the man standing not far from her looking at the keeper of the inn. She set back, wiping her face the a cloth she had grabbed and sitting back. She put her piece of meat down, wiping her hands also and then looked at the man. Her steel blue eyes hiding all emotions, but sly smile touched her lips, revealing her cared for teeth as she looked at him.
"You are kind sir, but I do not think I helped you for I was merely coming in, nor did I see you sir," She spoke the truth for she had not seen this man come in at all, this man was like a ghost to her, for she had never seen such a man of strong power in her life.
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Post by Elanzaros on Mar 16, 2009 15:53:11 GMT -5
Elaniver looked at the woman, turning sideways onto her as he looked at her profile. Of course she didn’t know how she had helped him get in. She was simply on the horse, why would she look behind it to see if anyone was using her as a sort of taxi to get across the bustling street. He gave a small bow with his head and let a smile escape from the corner of his mouth as he looked into the woman’s eyes. Her long braided hair shining slightly in the light. “Coming in was all you did to help me, but it helped enormously my lady.” He smiled and heard a clink on the bar as the barman put a tankard of beer in front of him. He picked it up and glanced at her with a smile before drinking deeply from it. To Elaniver beer was something you could easily look forward to when you had been travelling all day. He was certainly enjoying this relief as he finished his deep sip of the drink and smiled again at the woman before saying. “There is no one I would like better to follow the coat tails of when trying to get across the street.” He turned back to the barman and said. “Can I get something big with plenty of meat in it?” The barman nodded with a smile and went off to the back to fetch his order.
Elaniver was about to walk over to the woman when he stopped and turned back to the counter calling out to the barman in the back. “In fact her entire stay is on me!” The barman called back in affirmative and Elaniver nodded before turning back to the woman and walking over to her table. “May I ask the name of the lady I followed in?” He asked with a pleasant expression on his face, he adjusted his travelling cloak slightly so that it was slightly less obvious that he had something under it. He had only worn it because, at a glance, it could be easily passable by any bog standard guard who happened to see him. At any rate, Dwarven war hammers were somewhat difficult to conceal under any item of clothing.
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Post by renea on Mar 16, 2009 16:34:41 GMT -5
“Coming in was all you did to help me, but it helped enormously my lady,” His voice was deep, and it still made her confused at to how her entering this place helped him enter this place also. She wondered for a moment. She smiled back at him, this was not how she normal acted, but since he was being kind, she could also be just as kind, but it would make her seem completely different to most whom knew her. “There is no one I would like better to follow the coat tails of when trying to get across the street... Can I get something big with plenty of meat in it?” She turned her head to watch the Barman nod and then let her eyes drop back on this man before her as he turned to looked back at her. “In fact her entire stay is on me!” This surprised her and she held a face of shock before she let herself gain composure and look at the man again as he spoke once more before he became silent. “May I ask the name of the lady I followed in?” She looked at him, wondering if she should speak, but she knew it was her turn and she also knew that is was nice to speak to someone who was being so kind to her, she did learn some things from her father.
"I am Autumn kind sir, I thank you for paying for my stay, and you are welcome," She spoke to him quickly, her steel blue eyes looking over his strong profile as he moved something on his back. She adjusted her own swords to make it easier for her to sit here and then watched at the Inn Keep brought her money she had paid for the stay and then watched him move on his way. "I never caught your name sir, May I have it?"
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Post by Elanzaros on Mar 16, 2009 16:52:52 GMT -5
Elaniver smiled at her name, reflecting on it and matching it to the face in his mind. Yes it definitely worked; something he had fallen into a habit of doing was to see if the name actually fitted the person it had been given to. It had originated simply from Elaniver being bored in a pub once, he had started asking people their names at random to see if he was right. Needless to say in most cases, he was woefully wrong. He glanced at the barman as he shuffled off with her money and watched him go, the steady smell of just cooked meat wafting through the open door way that lead to the back room and evidently the kitchen. He breathed the smell in deeply for a moment, he was famished and to Elaniver, another thing that was a blessing after a whole days travelling was probably a large meal with a type of meat in it Something where you had to chew hard to break up the thick set meat just to get the feel of the food having some bulk.
His head turned back to look at her again as she asked his name he smiled and nodded saying. “My name is Elaniver Addrodoc. It’s a pleasure to meet you Autumn.” He smelt the food even more prominently and heard the barman walking back again. He turned his head back once more to see the man walking up with a steaming plate of stew. He breathed an outward sigh of relief and sighed as he took it from the man. “Thank you.” He said as he gave him a spoon to handle also. He dipped his spoon into the stew and raised one mouthful to eat. He smiled at the taste and swallowed looking down at the seat opposite Autumn. “May I?” He asked, whilst wondering if he would be able to get away with sitting down when he had his war hammer strapped to his back.
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Post by renea on Mar 16, 2009 17:24:00 GMT -5
“My name is Elaniver Addrodoc. It’s a pleasure to meet you Autumn,” She nodded and then took a bit of her own meal and another swig of her mead. She looked at him and watched as the Barman brought forth his food. “Thank you... May I?” She looked at the seat opposite of her and nodded, showing she did not mind, but she watched him, she knew that it would be hard for him to sit down with the thing on his back and this made her wonder if she would be able to see his weapon or what ever it was on her back.
She saw some others come in, they seemed to just get a room and head up the stairs. She was happy the place was not very crowded this evening, it made talking easy to do. She looked back at Elaniver and smiled, for his name was strange, but something she could get use to, now it was her turn to ask quiestion.
"Why are you here Elaniver?" She asked him with a sweet kind voice, but she had placed a harder tone to it, now that she was speaking. She was like her father and when not accepting something, she spoke with a shield on her voice.
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Post by Elanzaros on Mar 17, 2009 15:30:14 GMT -5
Elaniver placed the plate down on the table with a clink and looked at the seat in a resigned way. He glanced behind him and shook his head with a slightly amused sigh. He removed his travelling cloak, his muscles bristling as he dropped the cloak over the back of the chair before him and reached his hand round to his back. He undid a few knots with one hand and jerked slightly as he removed his large war hammer from its hiding place. He swung it up so that the end was at eye level with him and looked at it thoughtfully. He glanced around the room and shrugged. Sitting down and resting his hand on the hammer of his war hammer that jutted out from the floor. The Dwarven runes encrusted into the long handle and carved into the hammer glinting slightly in the light as he picked up the spoon that came with his plate and taking a mouthful of the stew before answering her question. “Visiting a very old friend of mine. Haven’t seen the man in years.” He took a glance at his war hammer and shrugged, “never said that he liked me.” He took a few more mouthfuls of his stew on silence, his eyes on his plate except to occasionally glance up at her or the door as someone else came into the inn.
He didn’t that much care as to Autumn’s business in Teirm, he had lied after all simply to at least try to not attract much attention to himself. To him he was making a very poor job of it, bit then as long as he met up with this guy who claimed to have information for the Varden then he doubted very much if attracting attention was really the main priority. He finished his stew with a smile and the spoon clattered onto the plate. He nodded to himself in approval of the meal his hand still supporting his war hammer casually as his muscles buldged against his shirt. He hated having to wear such a garment, he had never really seen the point of one before and that was incredibly unlikely to change.
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Post by renea on Mar 17, 2009 15:47:06 GMT -5
“Visiting a very old friend of mine. Haven’t seen the man in years... never said that he liked me,” She nodded as he spoke and ate some more of her own food before she drunk more of her mead. She set back, whipping her face with a cloth she had and then watched as he took his hammer and placed it on the ground. She wondered how a man, in fact, any man, had come across such a beautiful hammer. She knew it was a war hammer, that was easy to tell, but how had he come across it. She let her eyes travel over each detail and then looked back at him. Her watching each muscle that moved, it was easy to get caught up in just watching him, but she was able to pull herself from awing at him.
"I can tell that you do not like him much," She said, her head tilting to the hammer and then her own hand pulled out a dagger as she pulled out a cloth to clean it. This dagger had recently been used to cut a soldier's neck, mostly because he had seen her looking at a map and tracing the routes to Surda. She had made sure he did not live to go and tell the tell, in fact, she did not let him live to see her face. She let the steel shine as she shined her dagger, careful not to cut herself.
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Post by Elanzaros on Mar 17, 2009 16:15:01 GMT -5
Elaniver laughed slightly at her comment and caught her looking at him, he smiled quietly to himself but otherwise didn’t make any indication that he had noticed. He leaned back in his chair as the barman came and took the detritus. He said his thanks to the man with a smile, as it was definitely the best stew he had enjoyed from Teirm. Admittedly he had only been to the giant sprawling city twice before and on one of those occasions he hadn’t even eaten stew but it still set the bar up pretty high. He looked at the shining blade with some appreciation for the quality of the weapon, it had evidentially recently been used as the lingering blood was still shining slightly. He raised a brow with a smile as his eyes glanced over the shining blade, “whom don’t you like?” He asked with a small smile creeping across his face from the corner of his mouth.
He flicked up his war hammer and laid it casually on his lap, his right hand resting on the handle gently, he had noticed her looking at the hammer with some appreciation as he supported it and so smiled. He picked it back up again and supported it on the floor once more, out of a sheer havit of keeping moving every now and then. He heard the barma ask him if he wanted another drink and he nodded to the man glancing at Autumn and saying, “so what do you do Auitumn?”
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Post by renea on Mar 17, 2009 16:39:01 GMT -5
“Whom don’t you like?” She looked at him, a smile curving on her face as she cleaned the blade with ease and then leaned back, relaxing more in her chair as she set there cleaning the weapons. She had another dagger to clean and placed the now shinning blade on the table and pulled the other out, being careful once again as she started to clean the blood and dirt from the steel.
"I do not like many people, but this blood shed was from a soldier who got a little to curious of my doings," Her voice was low, she had already started to like the man, and she could tell he was not someone from the empire, for the empire made sure there man were well cared for, well this is was not a man of the empire. He looked better then they did, he had a dangerous look to him, one that she liked. She watched the Barman get some beer and she called for him to get her some more mead.
“So what do you do Autumn?” She looked at him and set back, placing the now clean dagger on the table with the other and then placing her cloth in a pouch on her belt. She looked at him and smiled very slyly.
"My father and mother lived on a large farm in Furnost, on the outskirts of the city... My mother died when I was young, so I took on the trade of being a farmer. My father taught me to train horses mostly. He own many horses, sold and traded them off," She looked at her dagger, picking it up and started to dig into the wood with it gently. "As I grew, people called him thief and said he stole the best animals and called them his. My father stole nothing, her worked for a living. I went off hunting one day, my father was busy training a mare and we needed food, so I went off on a week long hunting trip," Her voice trailed off a little and cracked. "My father was killed and I came back to the animals scattered and the Black Frisian, Midnight Curse, standing over the body of my father, he had been stabbed and beaten. Now, I moved the animals, all that I could, sold the rest, kept two mares, two cows, a bull, and the Stallion I ride now and went to the northern part of the empire in Therinsford, now I am here, heading south," She set back, flipping the dagger in her hands and catching each time at the pommel.
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Post by Elanzaros on Mar 18, 2009 11:43:08 GMT -5
Elaniver listened to her explanation of why she was in Teirm. He couldn’t help but smirk slightly at her mention of the soldier that was far too interested in her business to live. A thought occurred to him as his thumb stroked the edge of his hammer slightly, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he gazed at Autumn, considering the likelihood of her being in league with the Empire. Personally he couldn’t see it, he didn’t deem the Empire likely to employ someone who was so. Well, individual. The Empire had never been very good at going for quality instead of quantity and it was questionable as to why they would suddenly have a change of heart now. He leant back further in his chair for a moment and sipped at the beer that the barman had brought along with Autumn’s mead. He then leant forward onto the table gazing at her thoughtfully, his muscles buldging against his shirt. “What if I was equally interested in your business and thought that we may both have a main common goal?”
He was careful to not give away too much; he had very little experience in things such as espionage. But he might as well make a relatively decent effort at the profession if it was really that necessary, which of course it was. But Elaniver didn’t see the point in being all secret about it when you were in the presence of an evidentially good person. He continued to look at the woman in an interested way. He liked her, quite a lot. She was beautiful and provided very interesting conversation. He didn’t see someone like her being in the Empire simply because she wouldn’t fit in the big picture. She didn’t really seem the type to be going around, serving an insane megalomaniac. He took another sip from his beer thoughtfully as he gazed into her consuming eyes, his black ones almost trying to envelop hers like a black hole.
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Post by renea on Mar 18, 2009 12:15:44 GMT -5
She let her eyes fall on him after she had spoken. His body was large, muscular, tempting to touch, but she knew temptation would grab her, she refrained by fiddling with both her daggers. She watched him stroke his hammer with his thump, looking at his hammer, seeing how it was crafted with almost complete perfection. She let her eyes drop on him as he leaned forward and she herself caught his own eyes.
“What if I was equally interested in your business and thought that we may both have a main common goal?” She glanced at him, her eyes narrowed and a sly smile coming over her face as he spoke. She watched him thoughtfully, her steel blue eyes going over each detail of his body and then back to his face as she figured out what this man was speaking of. She kind of understood what he meant, but she did not let herself be surprised.
"You interest me sir, what is this goal you are striving to accomplish?" She said her voice very gentle as she spoke. She looked at him, seeing her black eyes, trying to find some color in them. Her blond braid moved along her back with each movement and her hand fiddle with one dagger as she placed the other back in it sheath to protect the blade.
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Post by Elanzaros on Mar 18, 2009 12:41:24 GMT -5
Elaniver cocked his head to one side thoughtfully as he tried his hardest to denounce something from those steely blue eyes that his black ones were locked with, the black clashing and blending in with the blue. He smiled back at her answer, a sly smile that curled from the corner of his mouth as he figured that he was probably talking to the right person if she replied like that. “Well.” He said in a considering voice with a glance to his war hammer. “Taking my war hammer,” he hitched up the weapon into a firm grip and looked at it thoughtfully. “And putting it through the face of our erstwhile king.” He didn’t say it too loud as he realised that just because she wasn’t a spy for the Empire didn’t mean that other people in the small inn were of the same belief.
The smell of smoke drifted through the back room door followed by the everlasting smell of a barbecue. To Elaniver, something that was one of those small relief’s in life. To him it represented a form of cooking that could never be wrong, no matter how charred and burnt it happened to be; it would still be edible and perfectly nice to eat. You could toss the meat into an inferno of a volcano and it would still be edible by the laws of BBQ. Elaniver ignored this remarkable smell for now however and continued to look into her eyes. Despite the incredible urge to let his eyes wander all over the rest of her body. If he was wrong about her then he would have to do something about it, which was handy as he already had a sturdy grip on his war hammer.
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Post by renea on Mar 18, 2009 13:05:57 GMT -5
“Well...Taking my war hammer... And putting it through the face of our erstwhile king,” A smile came lightly to her face. Oh, how he spoke her language and she was loving it. She set back in her chair, looking him directly in her face, flipping her dagger in her hand and stopping on the fifth toss and placing it in it's sheath. She let her eyes narrow, the smile coming more perfectly to her face and then she looked at his hammer.
"You speak my language Elaniver," She said as the smile came on her face even more easily. She looked at the stairs and then around the pub before she looked back at him. She knew that is was dangerous to be sitting here talking of such things, but if it was not already a very bad idea, three young soldiers came into the pub, ordering there own drinks before sitting down not far from them. She touched the pommel of her sword before she looked back at Elaniver. 'We should possible continue this conversation in my room, my stuff is already there, at least the one bag I had brought in," She said as she stood, drinking the last of her mead and looking at the soldiers who were looking at her with gawking eyes. She pulled her cloak back a little, showing her one dagger on her side beside her sword, their eyes turned defensive and she headed up the stairs.
She headed up as a normal pace, her body moving all together as she made it up the stairs and turning to see if Elaniver wanted to continue their talk.
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