The Inn/tavern

[hippiesoul]

"Yes, I guess they can..."

He took anotehr look at the note.

"I just remembered something, Drintarr. Ulain lives in Kaupunki, near the swamp, and that's where the One Star Clan has their base..."

OOC: The One Star Clan is basically a group of society outcasts and people who were in any way rejected or feel like they don't fit in.

"Maybe you could come with me and check it out once we get there? I don't know, perhaps you'd find someone who knows about you."

OOC: Yes, I'll have to leave too. But I feel this is getting interesting... =)

[crazywriter]

((Well. THAT took a LOT longer than I expected.))

"Sure, I'll come. We can decide when we leave tomorrow-I'm pretty tired right now."

Without waiting for an answer, which I knew would probably be yes, I walked up to my room and went to sleep, pausing only to blow out the small stub of a candle I had lit earlier.

[hippiesoul]

Zhestkiy, Zhestkiy... What's the matter with you?, he thought to hismefl after Drintarr left. You don't know anything about that person, why the heck did you go and invite him to go with you?

He couldn't explain his actions. But the stranger inspired trust in him, for some really odd reason. He felt like Drintarr could never do harm, not even to an annoying bug, but he also felt sorry for him, and that made him feel as if he had to protect him in some way.

I am not recognising myself... I hope this doesn't go too far. Yes, I'll take him to the One Star Clan and that's it. Then he's left to his own faith.

It was with those thoughts that Zhestkiy fell asleep, and it was still with them that the early in the morning he went down to have breakfast.

His boss, the owner of the inn, should arrive soon.

**

It was still early in the morning when someone entered the inn.

"Were there troubles while I was away?" he asked Zhestkiy.

"No sir. But there's something I'd like to ask your permission for."

And so he told him about his brother and how he'd need an extra horse for Drintarr. The inn owner agreed to everything, for he liked Zhestkiy as if he was his son.

Zhestkiy stayed at the bar, and started a conversation with an atractive lady that had come down for berakfast.

[crazywriter]

((Just out of curiosity, did you tell him that Drintarr resembles the Moon Tribe Elves?))

I got up as the sun rose and sat at the edge of the bed. Every morning I would just sit and meditate. I knew I had to-If I didn't, I'd turn into a wolf more than just on full moons-but I didn't like it. Several times I had almost been caught by elves or humans who despised the Moon Tribe because my meditation set me back any ground I might have gained. I would do it as soon as I went to sleep, or wake up earlier and do it then, but it had to be when the sun rose. So there I sat, the sunlight from the window warming my face, turning my senses inward, to the barriers of magic I had put up inside me to keep down the part of my soul that was the werewolf.

After an hour, I went down for breakfast. My clothes were completely dry, so I put on a cloak and pulled the hood all the way down. I wanted to be able to eat in relative peace, if nothing else.

[hippiesoul]

OOC: No, I guess I didn't...

IC: Zhestkiy noticed a hooded figure coming down, and approached to see if it was Drintarr. It was.

"Hey, Drintarr," he said, sitting with the man. "I have good news, you can take one of the horses, if you promise to return it. Someday; whenever you happen to be around here." He smiled.

"I want to stop in town for the axe before lunch- and we can have lunch there, I know of a great place- and then head to the swamp in the afternoon, or if we take too long, spend the night there. In any case, it shouldn't take us more than two days to get there."

"So finish up your breakfast and then meet me at the stables. I've already arranged everything, you just need to go and pick your horse."

He patted Drintarr on the back (perhaps using a little more strenghth that what was necessary), and left to the stables.

OOC: I'm gonna be away for a week now... I'll be in Malta until the 28th. So the rp will have to be in stand by... Unless someone joins and then you can use my absence to have a little adventure-in-an-.adventure. =P I promise that when I come back I'll post a.s.a.p.
I'll leave today at 5 pm, so I may be online for a while today, but I don't think we'll have much chance to continue it because of the timezones (I think you come online at about that time in my timezone).
Take care and use these days to think of what exciting adventure is waiting for Drintarr and Zhestkiy! ;D

New OOC: Oh, and something else, we should probably leave this board when our characters leave the inn.

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Hey, I want to join this RP, might prevent it from getting so two-person.... What's going on? Oh right, I've got to create a character...

Name: Lynke
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance: Dresses in all black, with long black hair and black eyes, similar to holes that revealed absolutely nothing. Very short and skinny, but very agile and extremely fit, though not muscular.
Abilities: A thief, so is incredibly quick and agile, can dodge almost anything, has deadly aim and is amazing with a dagger and hand-to-hand combat. Doesn't know much magic, except that can cast poison dagger, very useful, and has a familiar; a black raven.

Can transform into a Zynae at will. A Zynae is a mythical creature known only to thieves. Similar to a panther, except smaller and thinner. Sleek and agile, similar to Lynke herself. Very loyal and faithful, and known to be incredibly vicious to any who its master calls upon for bloodshed. In the case of Lynke, she is her own master, and so she is even more independant than a normal Zynae.

[crazywriter]

((Drat, you're probably gone now... I HATE timezones!))

I nodded as Zhestkiy and got some breakfast, looking around the inn. With my hood pulled down, not so many people stared at me. I saw one fair-haired woman shoot a flirtatious glance at me-my cloak probably made me look 'mysterious and desirable'-but I put an end to that by letting a lock of my white hair fall out of my hood. Let her take that how she would.

I also saw a short woman in dark clothes, sitting near the fire. She was probably shorter than even I was-and that was saying something, since my head only barely topped Zhestkiy's shoulders.

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Lynke was sitting alone in the tavern; she hated being alone. However, this way it would be easier to steal things. Lynke glanced around the room. She saw another person who looked short, but very tall compared to herself. She made the thieve's sign, wondering if he was also a fellow thief.

[crazywriter]

The black-haired woman signaled me, and I thought for a moment before recognizing it. The theive's sign. I signaled back, but tapped the back of my left hand to show that I stole only when neccessary, then steepled my hands to show that when I did, I never killed unless I had to, and the innocent were safe from me. I was worried what answer that would bring, but I figured I'd be fine. I'd never met anyone who could beat me in battle.

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Lynke concealed a smile and shrugged. This person was obviously foreign, as she didn't entirely recognize the signals he was giving her. Something about not stealing, and about killing if ... no? Lynke decided that he probably didn't steal unless necessary, and who knew about that other one? Lynke herslef used to be the same; she hated killing and stealing. Nowadays she realized that stealing and bribes supported some nation's treasuries. Also, killing was just a part of what happened when people drank too much at a tavern. Something was bound to happen. Also, when you're a bounty hunter, like Lynke had been on a few occasions, you learn to think about the money and not the death.

Since he seemed foreign, Lynke wondered whether or not he would recognize one of the top bounty hunters in this country, and second best thief. She beckoned for him to come join her.

[crazywriter]

I was puzzled when the woman motioned for me to join her. I looked down at my hands-yes, the skin color had been in plain sight as I signaled-so why was she inviting me to join her? I shrugged and got up from the table, going over to where she sat, taking a seat accross from her.

"Why did you want to speak with me?" I questioned her, folding my hands on top of the table in a casual-some people would think it an accident-show of my supposed ancestry.

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Lynke said easily. "Don't see many people like you...you know, theives who don't like killing or stealing...it intrigued me, to tell the truth. You got a name?"

[crazywriter]

I thought for a moment, then used the same trick I had with telling ifZhestkiy was telling the truth. She really was interested, though I couldn't tell much more than that.

I decided not to tell the whole truth. "I am called Darlinti, though some thieves call me Blue Mist. When they look again, I'm gone. I try to discourage that, though. The simple reason why I don't like killing or stealing is that I've got a bad enough reputation as it is, simply for existing with blue skin and white hair."

Darlinti was a name I had tried to shake away since I had been banished from my hometown that day I'd come back. The elf who had saved me from the wolf-Kellindil-had given me the name when I wouldn't speak for almost an entire year. It meant Silent One in elvish, and it suited me since they hadn't known my real name at the time. My name had been the first thing I told them, after I snapped out of my silence. It had been, after all, the first thing anyone had ever heard me voice since Kellindil had heard me screaming for help as the wolf was trying to kill me.

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OOC: Were you telling me that bit about trying to get rid of your name and such? Or were you just thinking?

IC:

"Darlinti..." Lynke mused. She shook her head. "Never heard of you. Have you heard of the best bounty hunter of the north; Knorax the Knife?"

[crazywriter]

((I was thinking it. I didn't tell Zhestkiy that, why would I tell a COMPLETE STRANGER, not to mention a THIEF??? Oh, and you SHOULD have heard of me- Darlinti is the name I use at every town I stop at. Not hard to find a bit of gossip about the blue-skinned elf))

I snorted. "Of course I've heard of him! It's hard not to have heard of him, with him chasing me down every time I'm chased from a village with enough money to afford a bounty hunter."