Lun|Skyheort | Talen'sul

[shrikeswind]

The bar in Talen'sul was crowded for one specific reason: There was going to be a story-teller, Trevor Basalto. He took a swig of his drink as the last person came in.
"So, what's the story?" asked one of the patrons.
"Ooh, this is a good one."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You really should get a pint, it's amazing."
"WHAT ABOUT THE STORY?"
"Oh, you wanted a story?"
"YES!"
"You're sure?"
"YES!"
"Well, okay. Once upon a time, the end."
"That's it?"
"Yep."
"AWWW!!!"
"What, you really think I'm serious? Some time last summer...."

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[[If you're confused, the RP's in the story, not the tavern. The story's where the action is. Because of this, the actual RP's going on in Naurorod, not the taverns in Talen'sul. Just to clarify.]]

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The boy kicked up some sand as he trudged through the deadly heat. 'If anywhere,' he thought, 'A desert is a horrible place to wake up early.' His throat ached for a drink. He noticed a cactus. Drawing a knife, he slashed a hole in the cactus.
"Sorry," he whispered as he siphoned some water into a canteen. He put the knife away and kept walking, drinking from his now-refilled canteen. He wiped the water from his mouth with a sigh. He continued to walk towards the setting sun when he spied a silhouette of a small village.
"Hm. Think there might be someone who has a map in there?" he asked a nearby cactus. Obviously, no reply. "Thought so. Thank you." He trudged on for the village, his tail lowered and his ears drooping for the heat.

[Kender Bard]

((I assume you're referring to Lhach Linnod since they're the only 'settled' village clan.))

A little girl, native Fire type to Linnod, cocked her head as she saw someone approaching from the distance. Grinning, she picked up the ragdoll she carried with her everywhere and ran off to greet the stranger. "Hello- oh!"

She stopped in her tracks and stared with wide eyes and in awe. "Wow, you don't look like anyone I've ever seen."

[shrikeswind]

[[Lhach Linnod it is then. This girl, about how old now?]]

[Kender Bard]

((*ponders* 6 years old.))

[shrikeswind]

[[all right.]]
He looked down at her with a grin. "You're looking pretty funny yourself, too, with those ears on the side of your head," he joked. "So, could you take me to your parents?"

[Kender Bard]

The girl dodged the question with an indignant look. "My ears aren't funny! Your ears are funny!" Obviously, subtly was not yet developed in the child. "How did they get there? And why do you have a tail? I want a tail."

[shrikeswind]

"I was born with them," he lied, dodging the question. "So, where are your parents?"

[Kender Bard]

"Inside," the girl said vaguely, gesturing back at Lhach Linnod. "You're lucky to be born that way," she said after a moment of deep reflection. "Nobody else I know has a tail. Would you like to come into the village?"

[shrikeswind]

Indeed he did, he was hot, thirsty, and lost, and much longer in the wilderness and he would have lost his mind. However, he was surprisingly composed.
"Sure. Will you take me there?"

[Kender Bard]

"Okay!"

Grinning, the young girl turned on her heel and hurried back towards the village, darting inside with only a half-hearted backwards glance to make sure her new friend was following. "Welcome to Lhach Linnod!" she crowed, drawing the attention of a couple curious adults and almost a gaggle of other children.

[shrikeswind]

[[Just a bit of recap, this story is taking place in Naurorod, however, the story-teller is in a bar in Talen'sul. You have to remember that to avoid confusion. You also have to remember his audience: Drunks. To keep the audience interested, he has to exaggerate, so don't be surprised if the tavern breaks aren't accurate to the actual RP. Remember, the tavern breaks are simply exaggerated summaries of the RP so far. Just so we're clear.]]

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"Sho, she fell in love wizh him?" a man asked, three empty mugs in front of him and a fourth on its way.
"Indeed," Trevor said, "19 years alone, so she was hoping she could take him to her room."
"Oh, I know what she wazh shinkin'!" shouted a robust, inebriated woman from the counter.
"So then what happened?" asked a cloaked figure from near the fire.
"Well, you see..."

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Tiamet looked around at the staring eyes. He waved and looked back down to the girl.
"Thanks. So, uh, I'm sorta thirsty, where could I get something to drink around here?"

[adris]

Another woman came, more of a teenager but still she approached with a familiarity to the child that was with the stranger. It was easy to know everyone that lived in Linnod though, small town without a large amount of people dying to settle in with them.

"Well, if it is a drink you want there is only one place in town you need to know. There is a nice little restaurant and bar that opened up down the way. Water though I have in a little cup right here, you will have to specify."

She nodded her head in the direction she meant, not needing to lead him if he as much as simply looked. She was just teasing the traveler though, knowing he probably just meant he was feeling dehydrated. She held out the cup of water, which was a good bit bigger then little, and waited for him to take it.

[shrikeswind]

He reached out and took the cup.
"Thank you," he said calmly, hiding his eagerness for a drink. "Also, where could I get a map? I'm lost out in the desert, obviously, and need to reach the Khelek Crystalands before the winter after next. But without a map, I'll never make it in time."

[adris]

The girl looked at the man pityingly. If he was going to Khelek he couldn't possibly have gotten more lost if he tried if he ended up in Naurorod. She didn't know how much a map would help, but she was sure that a cartographer visited the village at one time or another to barter goods.

"Well, you could try shopping around for one, you can find things in the strangest places here since we mostly work off of trade with the outside world. Try just asking professionals of all types if they have one they are willing to part with. To be perfectly honest though, you couldn't have done a worse job of getting lost if you were heading for Khelek to start with."

She was wondering about a guide, but Linnod didn't offer those as readily as the other clans. Nor would the other clans offer as much tolerance if this was a man of the ice people. She wanted to help, but a good part of her told her to just let the traveler to deal with someone who was more qualified.

[shrikeswind]

"That wasn't how it started, actually. See, I have a friend who I'm trying to find something for. I've been all the way across Naruta looking for it, but I haven't found it yet. I have to get to Khelek by the winter after next to tell my friend what I could get so far, which has generally been fragmented information that doesn't really help the matter out much." He sighed, then shrugged. "Anyways, do you know of any cartographers that could help me?"