Rib bones and robbers (Open Rp)

Indril Linwelin · Post by **Indril Linwelin** » Sat Feb 23, 2008 9:15 am

Whirling and spinning on the slick toes of well worn leather boots, a dagger in either hand she struck out only at the joints of the two skeletons before her, ducking their slow clawing grasps, aiming for that point between bone and cartilage. In some ways she enjoyed the underground tombs, they were relatively quiet, if you ignored the occasional moan of the walking dead, and for the most part deserted. Oh of course there were those who came down now and then to kill that which should already be dead, much as she was now doing, but for the most part she was able to give fly to her thoughts while her daggers spun and struck, steel to bone. Rumors had been flying just as freely of late. One only had to sit a while quietly in the tavern to overhear a choice word or two, sometimes from the barkeep himself after one too many pints of his own brew, it was easy, especially for an elfess who always held over herself an air of quiet distraction, it rendered one nearly invisible for some unknown reason. It was upon the newest of these rumors which she was now thinking, blades still thrusting out at the skinless enemies before her, when, by chance an orc, shorter than herself by more than half a foot, but wider by a good quadruple margin rushed past her, carrying on him a leather bag which looked quite familiar. Not giving her, nor the skeletons around her, a second glance he rather seemed to laugh in passing muttering about ‘stoopid nubdead ooomies’. It would have been simply an oddity were it not that Julius Rothman then followed moments later, looking for the same orc. He had given her a passing glance, then mentioned a need to be going, which made Indril consider, perhaps, that her theories on human affections and elves should, indeed, also be expanded to an interest in orcs as well. Hours later, the last of the skeletons she could ferret out of the winding catacombs well and truly dead, she happened upon the orc again, who, oddly, engaged her in polite conversation. Polite for his sort, anyway, and after a few minutes of banter, a gleam of mirth in his red eyes ‘Luptar’ as he called himself in a roaring voice, handed her the leather backpack she had spied earlier, with a cryptic comment about leaf-eaters being good for eating when they were ‘strong un' good lookin.’ Now climbing out of the crypt, the orcish meeting still fresh in her mind, Indril wondered, on who’s back she had seen this pack, and why it could have been found in the hands of an orc living in the dead crypts.

Konrad Knox · Post by **Konrad Knox** » Sat Feb 23, 2008 9:37 am

Konrad, who was just done being upset at Julius for not letting him have the magic sword the demon skeleton dropped, suddenly saw the orc with a very odd and unfitting bag run out of the gates. He pushed Konrad out of the way with a massive war hammer that the rogue did not want to get in front of.

-Watch where you're going, green brain damage.

-Shudup Oomie. Luptar smash! - the answer followed.

-Mmm, whatever.

Konrad threw back and stepped through the gates again, his swords drawn backhanded as he approached another flaming skeletal soldier.

Indril Linwelin · Post by **Indril Linwelin** » Sun Feb 24, 2008 12:51 pm

With a soft creek from the door, Indril stepped into the relative warmth of the Fluffy Sheep tavern. Nodding to the barkeep, she shut the door behind her. Looking around she found the room to be empty and, weaving her way around the two rows of tables, she stopped just long enough to move her dagger hilts from the small of her back to the sides before she was able to settle in front of the fire. Pausing a moment to gaze out the smoky glass of the nearby window at the coming dusk, she placed the rescued backpack on the chair next to her, wondering what the protocol was for looking through a bag known to be someone else’s possession. Curiosity did not overcome civility and Indril let it set for a while trying to recall where she had first seen this pack, besides in the hands of the would be robber Luptar, she had seen too many in passes these last few days to put a precise owner to the worn leather pack and her dark brows grew together in a light frown. It was heavy enough to contain within some as yet unknown treasure, and she was again sorely tempted to peek inside.
Biting her lower lip gently, she turned her blue-green eyes from the bag, looking down at the fire before her. Stretching her tall frame, she set her leather boots just before the brickwork and considered writing a notice of found property. Peering at the backpack again, she decided that were she to make such a find public, some would deceitfully claim it to be theirs just to get at whatever riches might be held inside. Pulling her ebony hair loose from its leather tie so it could fall down the back of her chair, Indril sat thoughtfully watching the fire, considering the next course of action to be taken with this purloined pack.

Rhyel Lester · Post by **Rhyel Lester** » Sat Mar 08, 2008 9:25 am

An small sized fragile looking elfess in a really sturdy looking black armor enters gates of Trollsbane carrying a dangerous giant zweihander. She walks straight towards the tavern, where she orders two ales and downs them without blinking. She then turns her lithe body around and leans on the bar stand, withdrawing the heavy sword from her shoulder and standing it next to her, nodding to an elfie who seems to look like a skinnier and more prettied up version of herself.
She nods to her with a hint of recognition and slight respect, before throwing a dismissive sneer looking about the rest of the tavern, seeing its faces.

"Greetings, little one. Not many around this late. Show me to the nearest Inn? What town is this anyway?"

The short combatant elfess throws a glance to the bag on the table.

"What have you got in there? Anything to trade?"

Indril Linwelin · Post by **Indril Linwelin** » Wed Mar 19, 2008 7:51 pm

A new voice draws Indril from her reflections, gaze turned away from the from the fire to take in this new arrival, the blue-green eyes regarding the large sword and armor with some gained knowledge, time with a blacksmith well spent she realized as she could easily appraise the quality of this elfess’ armor to be far above par. She wondered for a moment how the woman, built only a little larger than herself could even lift the man sized sword standing next to her. Shaking her head to free herself from these thoughts she gave the elfess a slow smile answering the last question first.
“Here is nothing to trade, only a lost bag I came across, its contents a mystery, though I speculate they are valuable, they are heavy enough to be.”
Indril tilted her head to one side looking over the sadly empty tavern, its only patrons, a farmer far past drunk, this new elfess and herself.
“The town, is Trollsbane, the inn, well.. If there is a proper inn I have not found it, but there are rooms here in the tavern, and further down the street a ways If I recall, though I rarely have need for rooms.”
Pressing her lips together for a moment, Indril risks a bit of boldness in her next question, “You are a traveler from the mainland perhaps? Or have you heard the amazing stories of valor known to the knighthoods here abouts and wish to petition a membership?”
The smile is slow, but her blue-green eyes glitter with it, glad to have someone, even a stranger to pull her away from her thoughts.

Rhyel Lester · Post by **Rhyel Lester** » Fri Mar 21, 2008 7:17 am

"Stories of valor. Half of them are lies in any event. Yes, you're quite correct, young one. I am a traveller, but as for knighthoods, seems like the job market is quite in shortage of anything worthy. Have you heard anything worth knowing?"

Konrad Knox · Post by **Konrad Knox** » Thu Mar 27, 2008 4:49 am

*a man walks in, orders a cranberry juice and sits in the darker corner, he is armed to his teeth, and half his face is painted black with thick oily paint, his hair is a dark mess of horse-like thick locks

he starts speaking as the elves have a pause in their dialogue*

"Mm, I heard that Drethek Rothman left both Julius's order and then joined the Knighthood and left that too. Must not be too good nowadays to be in a guild eh? But really, what a way to burn your own brother. And I tell you, this Drethek is one talented fella."

"Oh, oh, I also have you heard that Faladron Furnir could be a supporter of the Prophetking? I just hope he can carve flesh as well as he can carve wood."

"Lastly, I heard that Drathe has a new lady of heart. I wonder who the lucky one is."

Faladron · Post by **Faladron** » Thu Mar 27, 2008 1:50 pm

"I heard Konrad talks far too much."

A man steps into the tavern and is handed a small silverkey from Borgate.

"Also I heard he likes to listen to Artimer Faults bedtime storries, he loves to tell about other people, this Prophetking thing about me, being one of them.
Too bad half of his stories are made up, the rest of them being a lie."

He nods at the elves and walks to the door leading beneath the tavern.

"I also heard Konrad plans on reviving the skeleton lich Dravish, good luck with that."

The ladder creaks as he makes his way down and into his room.

Gypsy_Neci · Post by **Gypsy_Neci** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 12:52 am

Shadows play across the smiling features of a young woman, standing just inside the doorway, fiery red hair swaying as she shakes her head in silent amusement and laughter at the two men’s exchange. Hazel eyes take in the room with quick flicks, picking out subtle details of interest: a two-handed sword belonging to the older elfess, a mysterious bag sitting by the second lady elf, a half painted face, and the passing of a silver key.

“Never trust a painted man to be anything but a tale spinner, horse thief, or both.” When she speaks there is a teasing to her tone though the words are softly spoken.

A swaying step that brings with it the tinkle of coin and bell alike brings her further into the room. Taking another moment to look around she sets herself atop a round table, a careless movement that finds her silk skirts falling around her legs, showing a line of honey golden thigh.

“Less reliable still is a painted man who finds his stories stolen from other men’s lips.” Resting her right elbow upon her left knee, chin cradled in her hand, she taps the crescent moon inked upon her right cheek the volume of her voice lowering a treble.

“Yet some of these rumors have the ring of truth to them, begging one to ask, why carry truth and lie when the truth is ever so much more fun? And one more question while I am asking, why defend with lies and accusations if there is not yet truth within the lie? But there I am speaking in riddles and half truths myself. Fortune anyone?” She smiles shaking a small black bag her laughing hazel eyes daring one of the tavern occupants to accept.

Konrad Knox · Post by **Konrad Knox** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 2:43 am

The man in the corner slides his chair forward and opens his mouth to make a reply, but then he notices the mark on the woman's cheek and freezes in disbelief, his eyes gleam with reflections of a table candle, coming alive around his pupils, chasing each other bringing a spark of life to his still and darkened face.

"Tell me my fortune, beautiful. If you're like me, you should know everything."

The man flicks his hand, and sends a silver coin flying in a dramatic arc towards the woman's chest, the coin flips and spins as it heads in the direction of the redhead's cleavage...

Gypsy_Neci · Post by **Gypsy_Neci** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 4:26 am

The silver coin, catching firelight as it flips, lands flat, heads up, in the young womans hand, she grins dropping it into its intended target and shakes a small black bag.

"Pick your stones then painted man and ask your question."

Offers him the black bag. "Three stones, one question, no refunds, make it imporant. As for knowing everything, I'm not so arrogant as to think I know everything, but I know many things that are secret. So what do you wish to know?"

Ayla · Post by **Ayla** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 4:51 am

It was certainly a gypsy's moon tonight, in more sense than one. Standing carelessly by one wide-open door, left alone by those that had passed back and forth, stood a quiet figure. Her tattooed face is sharply contrasted, highlighted by the light of the full moon that sat well in the navy sky. Her features were curled with silent mirth, a wicked and teasing smirk set well on her lips. The various voices passing back and forth met her ears with uninterrupted ease and she found it all no more than amusing. One hand lifts slowly, giving away her silent pose as two thin bracelets of different metals clink together lightly. Two fingers press for a moment upon her lips before the woman straightens and sidesteps over the tavern threshold. She is greeted with that obnoxious exclamation of the all-too-familiar dwarf, returning the raising shout with a nodding wink before her gaze trails over the others within the tavern.

"What a crowd tonight. The creatures of the night keeping all of you lovelies awake, now?"

Her voice holds a sadistic tease to it, giving a twisted smile to each of the others in turn before her attention is caught by the painted face of a man and the rattling stones of a woman. With eyes alight, Kaelyn makes her way to the two, stepping slowly behind the man. Her smile turning into a smirk, the woman purposefully lets a hand lift, intent on letting her fingertips give a feather-light feel to Konrad's neck though no more intent is readily seen. Her other hand shifts forward, resting on the edge of the table the two sit about. Eternally-playful eyes flick over the woman, a hint of curiosity touching her features.

"Ah, the twisted predictions of glorious seers and fortunetellers. Is it just stones you play with or do you read the stars and palms as well?"

Her question could have almost been taken as a jest on behalf of the woman that sits before her, but an honest expectancy of an answer counters that with ease. Silent she falls afterward, leaning partially forward as one slender hand, with its tattooed wrist, balances herself with a careless grip upon the table.

Gypsy_Neci · Post by **Gypsy_Neci** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 5:38 am

Quick eyes catch the shape and meaning of tattos at wrist and cheek, drawing up the figure to meet her playful gaze with the quiet laughter of her own. Moving on the table she sits upon enough to give room for the partially leaning woman, Neci smiles easily both at jest and honest question.

"It is never wise to mock that which is still unknown, what the gods may hide, they also give means to find. Aye stars and palms as well dear sister, care for a fortune as well? They lend more light to darkened nights than torches at times."

Tilting her head a ways to the left, the fiery red curls just brushing the table now, kept away from her face with a gold and green bandana, she waits for an answer from either painted man or moonlit sister, sparing a moment to look at the quiet elves, before holding out the small black bag to whomever might have the courage to take it.

Konrad Knox · Post by **Konrad Knox** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:09 am

"Speak your answer true then, woman who bears the Crescent Moon. A heavy affair in my past I had, a binding oath had sworn to never rest until my business has been finished. I laid my path towards my sweet rest stone by stone until I saw no more that I could do. My question to you will be simple - is my business finished?"

Konrad spins a hunting knife in his hand and throws it straight up, as it flies toward the ceiling, rotating in a dramatic arc in front of the face of Gypsie Kaelyn, whom he had quickly recognized as soon as she graced the room with her presense, and lands, sinking down into the table one inch deep, striking three inches away from the fortuneteller's fingers. He then reaches into the bag, grabs three runestones and tosses them on the table beside the knife.

Indril Linwelin · Post by **Indril Linwelin** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:38 am

Watching the gathering of new faces with interested blue-green eyes and listening to the exchange of both hidden insults and rumored gossip fly across the room Indril turns after a moment’s reflection to the elfess so like her and yet so different. “What Konrad has mentioned is only half true as I know it. Though there have been many new members to the Kallahorn guild and many old members who have left, that is true. Names I cannot give you with any degree of certainty. As for this Prophet king, I will openly say that only fools and the blood thirsty have join his ‘cause’. Where Mr. Blue is concerned, he keeps his own counsel especially in matters of the heart. If he has a new love, I wish him happiness in finding her though I fear that gossip is more fantasy than reality, but one can never know for sure any man’s heart. It is certainly true that Mr. Fault is the source behind the theory of Mr. Furnir’s speculated involvement with the Prophet king, what he would share with me about that was not something I care mention as it is only more water under a tired bridge. As for liches and Konrad.” The elfess spares a gentle chuckle, letting her gaze fall upon the blacksmith for a moment, “I have no doubt that is false, though he does spend a lot of time in the crypts from which this bag came from.” Placing a hand on the mysterious bag once more she lets her blue-green eyes stray to the gathering of ‘gypsies’ watching with near visible curiosity the passing of a black bag, no doubt containing some divination device. Turning back again after a moment to look at the fire and then the elfess before her Indril brushes a strand of ebony hair behind one ear and offers an introduction. “I am Indril Linwelin, I do not believe I made an introduction before.”

Rhyel Lester · Post by **Rhyel Lester** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:46 am

"I am Rhyel Surmir Ryrin Lester of the House of Lester, and I find you a very informative person to converse with, young Indril. I am honored to meet you. So what do you think have you got in this bag? Perhaps you could sell it to the gypsies. As much as I've heard of nomads, they buy everything."

the petite little fighter turns her head slowly towards the gypsie group raising a brow

Indril Linwelin · Post by **Indril Linwelin** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 8:04 am

Turning her head to watch the 'gypsies' once more, long ebony hair falling in over her shoulder, she watches the knife fall onto the table, and the rune stones a moment later, Indril shakes her head looking back to the small elfess to reply. "No, I could not offer it to them for it is not my bag to sell. I was given it by an orc named Luptar, where he got it I have no guess, but I do not doubt it was not his to begin with. What it holds I cannot say but it is heavy, perhaps some magical armor, or weaponry, a large quantity of merinium ore is even possible, I haven't dared to peek inside yet. I had hoped that coming here to a public place often visited by many of the citizens I might find someone who was missing their bag and could then return it. Thus far I have seen no one who seems at a loss of anything except perhaps manners or good sense where gossip is concerned. I may have to resort to placing a note upon a prominent wall, though the problem there comes with the dishonest who might claim the bag as theirs even when it is not. My only answer to that is the true owner would be able to tell me what was inside without looking." Tapping a slender finger to her full lips for a moment Indril gazes down at the leather bag, speaking without removing her gaze. “I don’t think turning it into the city guard is a good idea either because it is just as likely to end up in the city treasury after a time as it is to find its owner.” Pressing her lips together into a thin line Indril sighs softly first looking at the three doors of the tavern and then the fireplace once more.

Gypsy_Neci · Post by **Gypsy_Neci** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 8:45 am

Without flinching away from the thrown knife and leaning over to peer down at the stones as they are flung onto the table Neci considers the question a moment, eyes closed for the span of a few heartbeats. Opening her eyes she picks up the first of the black stones, the letter looking to those unfamiliar with its marking to be a pointed M.

“You put yourself to a task; it took you down many paths as it was a journey of sorts.”

The next worn stone is red on black, its symbol almost a P but sharper with the point more to the center than the top “Your quest was a bloody one, and yet in it there was a justice to it, not only a violent end but also a new beginning, the path to a new life.”

Touching the last stone upon the table, Neci lifts her eyes, fingertip still upon the rune, almost a K, almost an F with the tines pointed up at a sharp angle. “This path has resolved in happiness, you were successful in your endeavors. So say the runes, if this is not answer enough you did not well consider the question, or it was not the right time to ask it.”

Picking up the stones gentle and setting them back into the bag Neci speaks without a pause. “If this is linked in any way to what I think it is, then I must ask you a question now.” Full lips curve in an easy smile as she recites in a sing-song tone “Methinks I see a brother, tell me who is your father? Who is your Mother? And what be your name?”

Luptar Smash! · Post by **Luptar Smash!** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 8:56 am

*A bulky muscular short orc enters the bar, kicking the door in. He holds a spiked mace on his shoulder and barges right past the humans straight to the elves, and points at the one with the bag*

-Yoo leafeaters hab Luptar bag! Gib bag back! Luptar wants bag! Gib bag or Luptar smash!

*the orc growls and taps the mace on his hand impatiently*

Ayla · Post by **Ayla** » Wed Apr 02, 2008 9:33 pm

Eyes full of cunning jest glint with familiarity as the fire-haired woman speaks the almost cryptic words of reply. Kaelyn gives a careful nod, keeping that one hand planted on the edge of the wooden surface, giving hardly a look to the arcing dagger that digs itself into the table. Instead, the look that is accompanied with a thin brow arched high is given to the gypsy man, a silent question of just why he felt it necessary to throw the knife about passing over her brown eyes. Her reddened lips remain smoothly curled in that devious grin as she slips the hand not holding herself to the table along her waist, where hangs a small purse of sorts tied to a thin glinting belt. Coins are drawn out, played over fingers before spread over the table with a clatter. A flourish of the abandoning hand is given, aided by a flick of the wrist that gives another tinkling hint of metal tunes.

"The palm is the truest, they say, despite the trickery passed over it. Stones roll, stars turn but the lines are forever the same."

It was a light agreement to the question of a fortune told that was spoken, giving the woman another light nod of her head. The same flourishing hand then falls, fingers curling about the hilt of the hunting knife remaining well in its wooden trap. With a careless tug, the blade is removed and held in easy comfort within the woman's grasp, her eyes examining the glinting edge of the blade.

Up to now, she had spared no true attention to the rest of the tavern. The elves had received only a greeting look and the orc was completely unseen. Until the growling voice was heard. As the orc turns onto the elves, Kaelyn lowers the hand that holds the dagger, the metal point digging a notch once more into the wooden surface. Her eyes shift over her shoulder, brief hesitation changing the usual careless features of the woman. For a stretching silent moment, she says nothing. Only is it broken when it is perceived that the orc had no immediate interest in the group of gypsy characters, an off-handed and barely audible laugh coming from the woman. With a brief cough to clear her throat, Kaelyn looks back to Neci and Konrad, letting the tilted grin fall back upon her lips as she leans from the table and offers the hand with its tattooed wrist to the woman patiently.

Konrad Knox · Post by **Konrad Knox** » Thu Apr 03, 2008 5:04 am

Konrad looks to the stones with a nod and swiftly rhymes a reply.

"My path has lead me where it did, my deed, it seems, is done.
Those who had fallen were avenged, I stand the only one.
I don't believe in drama, and I don't believe in pain,
I don't believe in silence, for silence creeps so slow,
I do believe in energy, and tension down below.
I call the heart's desires, and craves the lips so tense
I don't deny the prophercies and dreams that make no sense.
I don't believe in misery, I don't believe in fear,
In easy choices, pointless sins, and doubts that interfere.
My Auntie tailored fishing nets, my Uncle tinkered locks,
My poor Mom I never met, my Father was a Knox.
He left my drift in Longstream, since then I've joined the clan
Without a path, without a dream, with a sense of plan"

Konrad turns his face to Kaelyn, not ceasing his rhyme's rythm but completely switching the subject.

"The lines atop your palms, my love, can certainly be changed.
In fact, if you return my knife, I'll show how that's arranged.
Without the blade your path will curve, your age will leave its trace.
Some lines may smoothen, some may swurve, and others may erase."

The gypsie's rhyme is interrupted by the strolling orc, who bumps into his shoulder. He turns to Indril, keeping a keen eye on the green brute.

"I'll make you an offer for that bag, see if the orc can outbid me?"

Gypsy_Neci · Post by **Gypsy_Neci** » Wed Apr 09, 2008 5:56 am

Fiery red hair is cast over one shoulder, as her quick hazel eyes assess the elven ladies and lone orc with a moment’s concern. Remembering the man-sized sword a smile turns up her full lips, curving the darkened crescent moon inked upon her cheek. Rhyming words are set in reply as she turns her eyes back to her companions at the table she sits atop.

“Tis true enough I have an Aunt, a child she left behind,
A father who with every hour, iron hooks he had in mind,
The Longsteam folk would often rant, those who did survive,
If only they had the power, a plan they might contrive,
Though hope was scant, to revenge butchery long passed,
Til one day traveled with greater glower, a man with face contrast,
His deeds carrying a vengeful slant, enemies soon brought to bay,
All escape for them he did devour, and not a moment longer stay,
I think you do well not to flaunt, a deed you own hands wrought,
And best for me to quickly scour, my family tree well taught.”

Still smiling, she takes the offered hand, the green specks that define the hazel of her eyes seeming to catch the light for a moment, drawing out a color better know to cats then humans. Licking her lips she begins looking over the lines there upon while murmuring in an oracular tone.

“Runes see what is unseen, stars tell what is known, the lines are both set and marble in their way, but also shift and malleable in their turn. One looks at runes to see what they might choose, one looks at stars to see what yet might be, what is painted in the sky by the gods for their lives, the hands, they are personal, and they change with every choice, yet show well what you may do given the choices you’ve already made. They are the hardest to read and the longest to learn because each set of hands is different, each line position a new combination, a new destiny that may unfold. I will look, but I give fair warning and offer back the coin given for it is a craft I am still a student to. If I am right, well then, drinks on me.”

Her laughter is faint but honest, attention still held by the creases at the palm before her, no longer concerned with the elven ladies, the orc or the man, only the challenge before her.

Luptar Smash! · Post by **Luptar Smash!** » Wed Apr 09, 2008 6:11 am

"Painted oomie talk again - painted oomie hab to outbid me club. Now gib bag bak!"

Rhyel Lester · Post by **Rhyel Lester** » Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:43 am

Armored elfess taps her sword, her head turned to the orc.

"Screaming and waving that club like that could lead you into position where you won't be outbidding anyone any time soon. I suppose it wouldn't be a stretch of manners to ask what's in the bag?"

Indril Linwelin · Post by **Indril Linwelin** » Wed Apr 09, 2008 11:29 pm

Glancing over her slender shoulder at the approaching orc, his bulk worrying her little as a slender hand found its way to the small of her back closing around a dagger there until she was sure his roaring was mere wind. Indril stood up slowly drawing her hand away from the dagger to place casually upon the leather bag that was now the object of interest once more. A curved brow raised at the exchange of challenges before her, watching with some interest as Konrad and Rhyel both sought to defend the bag or her by drawing the attention of Luptar to themselves. Catching the last of Rhyel’s comment Indril ceased the opportunity to interject before a skirmish broke out. “Aye Luptar, if this is your bag you would know well what is inside, though I cannot imagine any orc wishing to give up what is his to any without force, and I did not attack you when you gave over this bag. I must ask then, why come to find it now if you’ve been almost a full day without it?” Indril considered for a moment the possibility that Luptar may have counted his loot after stealing the bag and thus might know its content, but remembering well their encounter she saw there to be very little time for him to have accomplished such a thing, and more confident than before she again asked in a calm voice, “Luptar, if you can name the contents, the bag is yours, if not then you are a thief and shall have no claim to it. Should you press the matter thereafter I’m sure there are a number of people here who would hear your challenge, and meet it with blades. I offer you a peaceful alternative, if it is your property it will be returned to you with no trouble.” Looking steadily upon the orc, her eyes not betraying her deep desire to place a hand once more to her dagger, she waited for his reply, patience in her expression.

Konrad Knox · Post by **Konrad Knox** » Thu Apr 10, 2008 6:25 pm

Konrad, satisfied with his rune reading, turns to the orc who bumped shoulders with him as he comments with a slight smile:

"Not mentioning that if you're indeed a thief I have all the rights of kicking your ass out of here for hitting me. Which is something I intend on doing about now. However, should you prove to be an honest orc, I'll try to control by ferocious temper and shrug it off as negligence due to being in a hurry."

Ayla · Post by **Ayla** » Sat Apr 12, 2008 5:12 am

As the words are exchanged between the group and the orc, Kaelyn allows her attention to shift fully upon Neci. No response was immediately given to both Neci's and Konrad's counter to her witty words, an easy sign that she had been bested in the twisting talk. Amusement remains in her light eyes as her hand is taken within Neci's patiently. Dancing eyes shift over the woman in silent waiting, speaking in that light-hearted tone of hers as she tilts her head to the side.

"Speak what you wish, my gypsy sister. I've no direct question of the seer, speak what you see and let us all ponder over just when it will work true."

Little more is said, though her glinting eyes shift slowly to Konrad then to the orc with a crooked smirk on her lips. After a moment, she tilts her head near the painted man, a brow arched as she keeps her hand extended to Neci. Her words are low and curious, if anything.

"So quick to shove one out, are you? Why ask to bid on a bag if you know not whether the objects in it are safe to have or not?"

With a shrug to her own comment, she offers the man a typical, sly smile before turning back to Neci, slipping into patient silence once more.

Luptar Smash! · Post by **Luptar Smash!** » Sun Apr 13, 2008 3:33 am

the orc shoves the painted man out of his personal space, threatening him with the club, then makes his way to the elfess without thesword, and stares at her face
"Luptar's rock is in bag!" - he reaches into the back and pulls out a big rock, slamming it back in the bag. "Now gib back!"
Orc pulls the bag off the table, puts his club into it and turns to walk off.

Gypsy_Neci · Post by **Gypsy_Neci** » Sun Apr 13, 2008 8:20 am

Waiting out the orc’s grandstanding; Neci takes the time it gives to study the woman’s hand completely, catching the small signs she was taught to see on a life line, the intersections of strife or pain, of difficult happenings. When she finally speaks it is in the voice her grandmother passed on to her, gently, unhurried, calm and careful with each word.

“You have traveled many paths, often painful, but learned well from them. You have found brotherhood and lost it, and gained it again.”

Her eyes do not rise up as she speaks, moving instead to the next line, the grumbles of orc and man tuned out unimportant to her or what she seeks. There and there, lines of intersection, before the mid-point, in the love line.

“You're love line shows a new choice, a new interaction. It will be a challenge, and with the wrong choice will end in heartache.”

Placing a finger to the palm, tracing over the valleys and crossings she murmurs in the tongue spoken only around dying fires, words remembered in the moments between sleeping and waking, understood but never truly known. Looking up to the woman before her she releases the hand, placing her own lightly upon her knees feeling the silk beneath her fingertips draw her back from the places of riddles and hazy thought.

“Know that each choice makes you stronger not weaker, and do not give into doubts, they lead only to paths filled with more worry. Shall I say you will live happily but not forever?”

Smiling, Neci chuckles as the orc draws out a huge rock.

“Will you buy his stone then painted man? I’m sure you could make a fine set of armor from it, or perhaps use it to replace what your head is lacking, they are certainly equally hard.”

With a grin she stands up on the table suddenly, walking with some boldness on bare feet towards the bar, moving across the tables, her gaze on the surprised bartender, a sway to her hips setting the coin strings singing with each twitch. Stepping from table to bar stool, giving old Borgate a wink she settles onto the well oiled bar, leaning with a grin across the space to whisper something in the barkeeps ear, curls of fire hued hair falling to hide her face and thus any chance at guessing the words.

After the long expanse of moments his only reply is a raised brow and a well placed "Arr?"