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Post by irishmagician on Sept 8, 2011 13:08:31 GMT -4
"Profess...oops!" The student begins to say, who had dashed into the inn shortly after the man had entered, until she ran into the dwarf. Mortified, then scared witless as said dwarf brandishes a hammer, she stutters wordlessly for a few seconds as the dwarf introduces herself. Finally managing to collect her scattered wits, she manages to eke some words out.
"Oh my goodness! Professor, I'm so sorry! Here, let me clean that up for you..." she stammers apologetically as she waves her hand in a vague gesture. With a slight drop in air pressure, the liquor dissapears instantly from Vincent's coat with a pop.
"Bother, I can never get it right..." she mutters with annoyance. The student then continues in a more audible tone. "Anyways, I came here with message for you, Professor. Erfryn asked me to tell you that he plans on coming down here to meet with you in two candle stripes or so. He looks forward to meeting with you all."
The student bows abashedly and dashes out of the inn.
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Post by joviality on Sept 8, 2011 20:42:45 GMT -4
A peal of laughter erupts from the longbow on the table as the porter is spilled, its string vibrating mirthfully.
The elf sitting down looks slightly embarrassed and grasps one end of the bow. "Naria, that wasn't very polite," he whispers.
After the Academy girl has spoken, he looks up at the two newcomers to the table. He smiles a small smile, attempting to look apologetic. "I'm sorry for the laughter, she gets a little carried away sometimes. It's nice to meet you, Vincent and Honoria,"- he stops to correct himself - "Vince and Ori, I'm sorry." His face is now rather pink. Talking to new people wasn't his strongest suit; he preferred those he knew well, like Naria.
"My name is Cael'thas Andlues, and this is my companion Naria'calen." He indicates the bow on the table. It is a pleasure to meet you.
"Like you, we have shortened names as well. Please, call me Cael, and my companion Naria." A small "It's nice to meet you!" is heard from the bow.
"Please, have a seat with Miriam and I as we wait for our meals and Erfryn." He gestures to two available seats at the table.
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Post by Veritas on Sept 9, 2011 19:37:09 GMT -4
"I suppose I won't be signing anything today," Vince muses, quietly, before he looks over to the table and smiles to the elf. "Pleased to meet you, Cael. And Naria." His eyes wander over to the bow for a moment, and then he smiles more than a hint knowingly. Grasping a chair, he pulls it out, reverses it to set the back before him, and he slips down into the seat. The long leather coat parts, and reveals a short steel tube with a wooden handle belted to his right hip, sitting in a holster.
"I'm sure ol' Erfyrn won't miss the ale, as the young woman has said, he'll be along. He's nothing if not...almost punctual. So, tell me then, Cael, Ori - how did you two meet with the old chap? I took some of his classes at school, and he sponsored me when I applied for a job. I've been working there for six years now, on and off."
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Post by comicsans12pt on Sept 9, 2011 20:30:34 GMT -4
Ori takes a long drink from her porter. "My husband was a student of Erfyrn for a short time many years ago."
She laughed. "Teeg, my husband, wasn't quite the mage he had hoped to be. He was actually quite clumsy. When he burned down the kitchen garden trying to cast Tanglefoot, Erfyrn convinced Teeg that maybe he'd be best doing something else. They both knew he was right. "
"Teeg had the most amazing understanding of what made magic work and the most hopeless execution of magic ever."
"Before he fell...on a mission to help some rebels get a start... he would tell me stories of how he figured out how something magical worked and then his inevitable muddled attempt at doing it."
"He was a remarkable hammersmith. Sometimes I think the iron sparked when he picked it up. It certainly sang while it was being tempered."
"Erfyrn checked on us from time to time. He and Teeg would talk into the night about magic. Sometimes they agreed and sometimes they did not. Neither took offense. "
"Erfyrn was also the first one to sit with me when we came home from the battle. He sat with me for four weeks. That gives great honor to Teeg among our kin. I offered Erfyrn the use of my skills as a warrior. He said to raise Teeg's son for he knew it was to be a boy. The day our son celebrated his deep quarried hammersmith apprenticeship, Erfyrn sent the request."
"I am here."
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Post by joviality on Sept 9, 2011 22:22:07 GMT -4
"The professor and I are colleagues of a sort. I left the academy in Tar'Silvas to consult with the mages here in Oakdale on methods of bringing out the magic in certain items. Erfryn helped me with that goal, and its end result is what you see here before you."
He gestures toward the bow on the table. If she could blush, Naria would be doing so. All she managed was a slight wobble of the string, however.
"That was all some twenty-odd years ago, however. Ever since then we have been back in L'Thonriel. As you can imagine, Naria and I are quite looking forward to seeing Erfryn again."
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Post by Veritas on Sept 10, 2011 19:17:57 GMT -4
That smile again, with the slight twist from the scar upon his cheek. Not alone on the scars on his body; each telling an interesting tale, though most obscured by the clothing he's wearing. He nods to Ori. "Pleased to meet you as well," Vince says as he settles the tankard of bitter before him. For a moment, his eyes flicker to each person; as well as the bow, who seems to have a personality of its own (her own?).
"Teeg sounds like he was an interesting fellow. As in all things, sometimes people are better thinkers than doers. I've found that in my time. I prefer to be a doer myself."
Turning to Cael, he continues. "You would have been here when I and Miriam were but children, then. Perhaps I did see you when I was growing up. I visited L'Thonriel once, to evaluate a ruin outside the city, three years ago. That was an interesting experience, to say the least."
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Post by Juniper on Sept 11, 2011 8:05:49 GMT -4
"When you were a child, I think," Miriam corrects gently. "It was before the professor found me. You have been as far as L'Thonriel? It must have been fascinating. Did you find any Founder Marks there? The little butterflies, carved into beautiful places by Desna's followers..."
L'Thonriel...Miriam is surprised that Vince made it home without suffering more damage than he has. Her heart aches for his scars, and she resists the urge to lift her fingers to the one twisting his smile and ease it with Desna's light. It would be rude, unasked, and it isn't as though he doesn't know she can do it. Beyond that, she doesn't know how he would react to her touch, and she would hate if he interpreted it as pity. She sighs and leans her head on his shoulder for a moment. When they leave again, after seeing whatever the professor wants to show them and after a few days perhaps to see family and friends, she resolves to travel with him if he will possibly allow it. His road looks difficult, but still she would rather share it, and do what she can to lighten the load. Also, her mind ruefully acknowledges, he seems to go interesting places, and you know you can't resist that.
She straightens, then turns in her chair so that Vince can't see her face. "Flog! Isn't that supper done yet? We're starving!" By the time she turns back to the company her expression is composed, although she doubts anyone is unaware of her concern for her friend.
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Post by irishmagician on Sept 11, 2011 10:57:13 GMT -4
Flog looks up from the steadily growing pile of mugs he had finished cleaning. With a pained look, turn around and heads into the kitchen.
(OOC: I would like you all to make perception and/or knowledge(local) checks before continuing.)
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Post by Juniper on Sept 11, 2011 11:11:51 GMT -4
Perception [dice=20]+5[rand=489824065738744928722443678868225288806818561338025478902404763748]
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Post by Veritas on Sept 11, 2011 12:16:42 GMT -4
Perception: [dice=20]+12[rand=2323289576616771675250711122869222586225416739423006859242198095861]
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Post by joviality on Sept 11, 2011 18:01:12 GMT -4
Cael's eyes open a little wider at the mention of L'Thonriel. This human had been to his forested homeland? Surely it had been officially sanctioned...
"Perhaps I saw you around Oakdale while I was here; I have no way of knowing. Though I will admit to not venturing far outside the academy grounds during my time here, I was quite engrossed in my studies."
A second voice speaks up.
"You've been to L'Thonriel? But you're human! It must have taken some convincing for them to allow you past the gates! And - "
Cael hushes the bow politely, and she stops babbling at Vince. "It's impolite to ask too many questions, now." He then glances up at Vince. "Though we would of course be interested in stories of your time there, if you ever wish to share them."
He then turns to Ori. "Teeg... That name rings a bell... How long ago was he at the academy? I swear I've heard Erfryn mention that name to me before, and I may have even met him myself while I was here. From what you say he was quite the scholar, which I can respect... I am deeply sorry for your loss."
Perception: [dice=20]+9[rand=5112644128967077906963973771780738035549409687529473789781332016]
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Post by comicsans12pt on Sept 13, 2011 17:08:22 GMT -4
"The loss is for the company only." She smiles, a little shyly. "He brought great honor to his name by falling in battle. It is a story our son Tagor will be able to tell his children. Thank you for the sympathy."
She takes a drink of her porter, surprised at the sudden emotion she feels about Teeg. Ah well, it has been a long journey....
"It seems that Teeg would have been here between twenty and thirty years now. He began his apprenticeship just after he left Oakdale and so we met 23 years ago. Vince, he may have mentioned you in relation to an incident with a snake in the common room but perhaps my mind plays tricks on me. It was a fine story, though." Her laughter still comes easily for which she is grateful.
She looks in the direction of Flog wondering when dinner will be ready.
Perception: [dice=20] +9[rand=11995834670799721409720054943197144486679871922348437162610643025]
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Post by joviality on Sept 13, 2011 22:19:13 GMT -4
Cael looks as though he has noticed something or somethings, but he isn't quite sure what those somethings are. Brow furrowed, his eyes have begun to flicker back and forth between the bow on the table and the door to the kitchen. His eyes then fixate on the bow for a moment as he speaks.
"Ah, pardon the interruption to the conversation friends, but I think Flog may need some help in the kitchen... I do believe that woman in the back is threatening to tear out his insides in some detail. Perhaps we should... make certain our dinner is on schedule?"
Cael stands and picks up the bow, whispering to her in elven. "Naria, do you feel that? Your string, it's resonating with something."
"What are you talking about, Cael?" she whispers back, slightly scared. "I don't feel anything..."
Cael's face turns into a concerned frown as he walks from the table towards the bar. As he nears it however, he pauses and turns as he briefly passes a window. "Is it... is it getting brighter outside?" he wonders to the room aloud.
Now clearly puzzled about what is going on, he looks between the growing noise in the kitchen and the growing light from the windows. Deciding to see what is causing the brightness outside before checking in on Flog, he throws open the door - bow in hand.
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Post by Veritas on Sept 14, 2011 0:33:24 GMT -4
"Yes," Vince says to the bow, without missing a beat. "I was invited to visit, as an expert. And trust me, it was fun for all involved. Including myself, unceremoniously kicked out when I told them what the ruins meant. But that's another story."
His head tilted as he heard the argument as well, and he nods as Cael stands. He moves to do the same, and in the middle of that motion, his right hand sweeps over the jacket, pinning the loose fold over his right hip backwards, to reveal the brace of pistols strapped to his hip.
"I'll check out the kitchen, then," he says, as he starts in that direction, eyes focused on the kitchen's entrance.
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Post by Juniper on Sept 14, 2011 10:55:47 GMT -4
Miriam follows Vince quickly, indicating her direction with a nod of her head. Her eyebrows rise as she spies the pistols, but she says nothing aloud. Instead she begins murmuring a prayer under her breath, hoping the fight in the kitchen is a simple, everyday thing.
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