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| Topic Started: Apr 9 2014, 07:12 AM (255 Views) | |
| Thomas | Apr 9 2014, 07:12 AM Post #1 |
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The Nomad Idiot
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The silver coin was shiny and smooth to the touch, there was even a faint reflection of the person holding it. Another ale or should I get some food? He laughed to himself, leaning against the tavern’s counter, the answer was simple. He would get ale, his third by now, it had been a good day and while it was the last piece of coin he had it was still enough for another drink. He threw the coin in the air and made a motion to catch it from the side, trying to look like the cool guy he felt to be. Of course thinking and being are different things and his hand hit the coin instead grabbing it, it bounced on the counter and began to roll on it, his last coin. Of course he did the right thing and lunged himself to grab it, knocking the drinks of the other people in the process, but he still grabbed it and fell to the ground. He was pleased with himself, looking at the coin still on the ground, lying on his back when a few figures with not so pleased faces emerged. Next thing he knew he was being thrown in the air and out the tavern. – And stay out! – Said one of the angry patrons. He sat on the floor, scratching his head with his left hand, but in his right hand he still had his coin. No need to be rude about it, there is always another place to grab a drink. The port city of Zedrin was a busy place, and there were many taverns or inns where he could go and satisfy his thirst, any would do as long as the ale was cheap. The city was also trader’s paradise, even if there was also slave trading and a thing he was strongly against, being him a free man to the full meaning of the word, he could never condone the practice. It existed and it reminded him of a different time where he did some dubious things, good intended, but had he been a slaver? He could never figure it out completely but that was in the past anyway. He got up from the floor and realized his luck to have missed by an inch a big pile of horse crap. Thank you wind! It was fortunate for him, he already stank has it was, since it had been a couple of weeks since he last bathed himself. He did not mind it, maybe the people around him would, but for him it was just a matter of habit, but he also knew that eventually he had to take the time to find a clean lake of sorts to have a bath. Hopefully no one would steal his clothes this time. So he happily crossed the streets of Zedrin in search for the tavern. He loved taverns, aside from traveling it was his second favorite thing to do, a place to be. Everything and anything could happen there, he was going with a silver coin but he could find another on the tavern floor, lots of drunken people lost coins, him included. He could always meet someone who would be nice enough to buy him a drink, or two. There was even the chance to meet women, maybe that blond one he had been looking for a while now. Just around the corner was another tavern, your typical place, but it felt large, he simply entered paying little to no attention to the details, to the people, nothing. He was whistling and as he reached the counter leaned on the counter placing the coin on top of it. - I would like ale please! The cheapest you got! He said it in a proud way, turning around to finally pay attention to the people there as he waited for his ale. Large indeed there were about… One, two, four, five, seven, three… Tables, he counted them pointing his finger and reached that conclusion. There was also a small stage and some stairs leading to a small balcony on the second floor, were there were rooms and more tables. It was sort of an inn, maybe, a nice place. He would visit it again if for once he was not kicked out and if he remembered it next time he was in town. Edited by Thomas, Apr 9 2014, 07:13 AM.
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| Nausicaa | May 10 2014, 09:29 PM Post #2 |
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Being in Angkar helped, sometimes. But the ocean reminded her of the ocean that bordered Soto’s island. Sometimes it brought a sick feeling to her stomach, but being here was better than being there. Most of the time, if she had something to distract her, it was alright. The demon faded from memory and she could move on with her life. It was when she wasn’t distracted that it became an issue. The tavern she’d taken up residence in looked pretty divey, but it was large and accommodating, which meant she could garner a lot of money. It wasn’t so much making a living as it was earning enough to stay in any one given place for some period of time, until she decided to move on. Having lived in a river most of her life, “working” was merely a concept she understood, not a concept she cared to practise. Nausicaa was on stage with an Angkarian woman; behind them a man beat out a steady rhythm with his hands on a wooden drum. They performed a traditional Angkarian dance, stepping quickly and twirling around each other, skirts flying. The naiad’s hips swayed and she seemed entranced. Her mind focused on the dance’s movements, on her spatial relation to her dance partner. The dance was catharsis, and catharsis was what Nausicaa wanted most. It didn’t matter that the incident had been nearly two years ago. Some days it came back in waves that smothered her and made it hard to breathe. Some days she didn’t dwell on it at all. At least she didn’t dream—she could only imagine what those dreams would have looked like. She feared to know what kind of damage he had done to her fragile mind. She dug her fingers into her hair, taking fistfuls of her watery tresses and curling her fingers around the ringlets. Lost in that moment, she relished it. Nausicaa stopped when the music did, though no part of her wanted to. She unwound her fingers from her hair slowly and turned to face the crowd. The sober ones clapped; the inebriated ones hooted and shouted for more. Some tossed coin into a crate at the foot of the stage. The money would be divided between her and her partner, but at least there was some money to be had. She slipped off the edge of the stage, as someone else had requested a performance, to wait until their show was done before getting up again, to sing. Nausicaa sat down at one of the tables closer to the wall near the back. The table had a terrible view of the stage, but there was nothing closer available. Besides, she wanted to be alone. Being in the throng of a dozen or more men made her uncomfortable. |
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| Thomas | May 12 2014, 03:22 AM Post #3 |
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The Nomad Idiot
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The blue hues gazed upon a show that was ongoing. Dancers and music and all that, but he got stuck on the two dancers, their movements were delicate. He was mesmerized in them… “Sir…” He watched the sway of the hips, the gestures of the arms, the light footsteps, and the jiggle of the... “Sir!” Their skins, clashing with one and other, from the dark skin to the pink one, he saw all that, but in the end… - SIR! – Said the tavern keeper one more time, raising his voice substantially. - Oh… yes? – Thomas turned around, slightly confused. Why is there someone already shouting at me? He thought. – Can I… help? - I think you can help yourself. – The tavern keeper pointed to the ale he had just served. – Your ale? - My ale? Oh yes, my ale! – He shook his head and took hold of the drink. – Almost forgot about that. - Really? I had not noticed… Tom raised his finger and was about to say something, but then he wondered if it was that so called sarcasm, while tavern keeper on the other hand when on with his business and continued serving other patrons. It was best he said nothing, after all he had a drink in hand, and the one with the curly hair was quite the sight. He gazed upon that white beauty, like a snake entranced in her motions, she appealed to him a great deal, despite his search for a blond wife. He was still holding the drink, just as they had served it, clearly he was more interested in the show, but alas it came to an end. His eyes followed as the dancer walked off the stage and sat on the table alone. He gazed at her with great ponder, and if were possible, smoke would have come from his hears from all the abuse he was inflicting on his brain. In the end Thomas concluded that the woman was lonely, clearly calling out for company. Most likely not any company, but a company of a real man such as him. Full of himself, chest pumped, he started to walk across the room, dodging a couple that got in his way and nearly spilled his drink, and went on giggling to the rooms upstairs. He did not blame them, they were probably going to have some good old fun, and he managed to keep his drink. On another table, some other type of fun was going on, the exact opposite of the later, it was a discussion. Things were about to get serious, so he ducked and spotting a nearly untouched glass of white wine on that table he gave it the five finger discount. They were arguing and most likely would start fighting soon, so they would not miss the wine. With the mug ale on one hand, and the glass of wine on the other he was almost at the table, ungracefully avoiding the many obstacles in his way, it was only natural since the previous show had ended, people had started to move around, but eventually he made it. - You dance with the grace of a thousand years. – He opened up the chatter with such words, and placed the white wine in front of the lady. – I was hoping we could enjoy a drink together. Without allowing the other to speak her mind he took a sit, setting his mug on the table and sat at the opposite side of the table. After a long overdue gulp of the ale he leaned backwards with the chair, trying to look cool, calm and collected. – Hi, I’m Thomas, but you can call me… - But Tom was not the type to be all those things, especially not all at once, and he was midway sentence when he found himself leaning back far too much. Sensing he was losing balance he tried to grab the air as if such a thing was possible, arms flailing like a desperate cat trying to avoid a fall. Down he went however, but in the next instant he got up, flipping the chair backwards and sitting on it, with his arms resting on the chairs back, still trying to look cool like nothing had happened. - Hum… Thomas, but you can call me Tom. Everyone else does. |
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| Nausicaa | Jul 13 2014, 11:42 AM Post #4 |
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((Loool Tom.)) The hairs on the nape of her neck stood on end and her skin prickled—like somebody was watching her. She folded her hands together on the table top to try and keep from wringing them together. Some days were better than others. When she saw the man weaving his way through the crowded tavern, she knew he was heading for her. She couldn't help but utter a soft groan. He arrived at her table, a mug and a glass in hand. Of course he offered her one of them. He slid the glass of white wine in front of her. Nausicaa glanced down at it, frowned, and pushed it towards him. "I'm sorry, but I don't drink wine." That wasn't entirely true—sometimes she did, if she was in good company—but she wasn't about to share a drink with him. One drink would turn into two which would turn into four and so on and so forth, and the last thing she wanted was to be taken advantage of. It had been a long while since she'd dealt with the incubus along the banks of the Kaeyale River, but the memory still felt fresh. Her muscles tensed as she watched the man in front of her. He introduced himself as Thomas. Or, at least, he started to. In an attempt to look enticing, he made himself look like an idiot instead. Chair and man went down as he tipped backwards. But he was quick to recover—she would give him that—and he stood and flipped the chair around so he could rest his arms on the back instead. Nausicaa stared at him; she hadn't even twitched a muscle. "It's nice to meet you... Tom." Her tone and her words did not match—the latter would have sounded more welcoming if not for her guarded tone. "My name is Lysistrata." The barkeep came around to their table and asked if they needed anything. Nausicaa shook her head and he left. A glass of mead would have been nice, but she didn't want to give Tom a reason to stay. "There're more performances, you know. There should be one in a minute, even. Don't you want to go back to your spot and watch them?" This was the problem with this line of work. Dancing or singing, Nausi always seemed to attract the creeps. But it was the easiest way for her to live while she travelled, and she didn't venture away from the Kaeyale River that often. She'd always wished her horns would deter people from coming over. But they didn't. Like her watery tresses and her pale skin, others saw her horns as alluring. Different. There was a naiad in the room who could leave her stream? Sign me up to meet her! they said. |
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| Thomas | Jul 18 2014, 12:55 AM Post #5 |
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She did not drink wine, not a problem. Most women did drink white wine, so he already liked this girl. She was beautiful and different. Also there was the fact that he did not pay for the wine. – This glass was dirty anyway… - He just threw it over his shoulder, there was a crash and someone yelled “Cabrón!*” in angakarian, of course Tom was oblivious to it as his eyes were set on the naiad only. He knew it… it was indeed too good to be true, such a beautiful woman, there had to be something that would not go his way. He could see the flaw now, and chances were this was going to be a great nuisance, it might even be a deal breaker, and there had been those cases. He mustered all of his strength, he made his brain work the hardest, he cleared his throat. He was ready, all or nothing, no backing down now. – It is also nice to meet you Lysaa… LyyTAs… Lysistell… - He took a deep breath. – Lysistra… ta? Tata… Can I just call you Tata? It is a lot easier… - It looked like Tom was exhausted from just trying to say her name. Of course never did his mind picked up any tones, or ever did he feel like his presence there was un-welcomed, he just had his stupid flirty face on. When the barkeep came, the gorgeous woman before him just gestured the man away, she really did not want anything. – If I wasn’t broke… - Tom sighed and raised his mug to the barkeep, showing that he was still drinking however. People had the knack to kick him out of places when he happens to just be lurking about, quite possible because he liked to pester patrons for drinks. Then he nodded thoughtfully as she explained Tom that there would be more performances. – I see, I think I understand now. – He nodded a few more times, quick motions. – You are waiting to see the performances because maybe there is an ongoing competition? I don’t mind watching the performances with you and in fact I think I can see it more clearly from here. – He chuckled before chugging down some more ale down the hatch. Would he be a more attentive fellow he would have understood the hint given to him that his presence was a nuisance, but Tom was one of those people that you have to tell things to the face, as bluntly as possible for him to get. There was this time when he totally missed out on some woman that was hitting on him because of this, after he told that woman that he was a traveler and explorer, she had asked him if he ever been to the island of “Jessie”, of course he had never heard of such an island and was quite surprised to hear about this new land. The woman continued to tease him saying he should definitely visit the island, as soon as possible, describing how wonderful it was. Never did his mind connect that the island and the woman in question shared the same name, truth be told he actually did but simply pointed that fact out as a coincidence and chuckled. So when the naiad talked to him about the upcoming performances never did he thought she was trying to get rid of him. - I’m a sort of trader, well… I like to think I’m a traveler, never in one place for too long. I just follow the wind and now I’m here, by the wind’s grace and the little coin I had in my pocket. – He took out the smoking pipe and reached into the pouch to take some tobacco, never occurred him to ask for permission, but Tom often did not smoke indoors, he usually just readied the pipe for a smoke later. Looking back at the naiad Tom tilted his head, her eyes were wide open, like something behind him was scaring her, or at least it was something that was getting her full attention. He could have turned around, but he found the look on her mesmerizing. – What? Then a huge hand came along from behind and grabbed his shirt, is entire body was lifted a few centimeters in the air, and he was now looking at the ugly face of a goliath (no, not that goliath). His clothes were stained with wine, and maybe that was the reason he came down looking for blood, but something about his face was familiar. Where have I seen this mug? He only realized who it was when he spoke. - Windrunner…- The goliath's tone was low, and threatening. – You owe me coin! You have been doing so for the past month. You got unlucky today, some fool threw a glass of wine at me and it made me look this way… - Coin? – He said half scared, or… well he was fully scared like the coward he was. – I-I don’t remember coin… I m-mean owing coin… but maybe you should set out to find the guy that threw the glass of wine, I think I saw him running outside. - STOP! Ildri! A card game! A month ago! Don’t play dumb with me now Windrunner. – The goliath shook Tom, and he flayed about in the air. - Card game… - He pondered deeply. – Oh! R-right… that card game! I thought I had it… always bet on red right? – His mouth was as dry as an Ashokian desert. - Wrong! Now I see you here, drinking with this girl, who you are obviously spending coin on and this gets me angry. I might have to break a bone or two, maybe a leg since you treasure running so much. This was indeed trouble of the worse kind and Tom did owe coin to the goliath, coin he did not have on himself, the amount of coin hard to come by. Angkar was a bad place to be he thought and it looked as if the goliath was indeed going to hurt him if he did not come up with a payment at this point. As his feet flayed a few centimeters in the air, his right hand was trying to reach for something on the table, something that would help him out of the fix he found himself in. On a positive note, I did get to speak with a pretty girl today, a total babe! *Cabrón - Bastard |
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