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Some realizations in life are hard to stomach. Kavala is definitely having a hard time dealing with the fact that the she thinks the man she loves doesn't love her with the same fierceness he loves his people or his land, choosing them over her. This is a reoccuring theme in her life and its making her feel miserable about herself. So she winds up at The Blue Bull.

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

[The Blue Bull] Self Medication

Postby Kavala on October 21st, 2012, 4:07 pm

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The Blue Bull Tavern was the roughest spot in Riverfall without a doubt. Yet, even though it was one of the roughest, it was perhaps probably the safest spots around due to the fact it was full of Akalaks. And Akalaks, even drunk, were highly protective of women and Konti in general. Kavala sat at a large table next to the hearth, staving off the core-deep cold she felt both inside and outside, and curled her fingers around her mug of mulled wine. It was her third cup and the day wasn't even that old yet. She'd left Aweston with a word that she'd been needed in town, though she suspected her chief groom and stablemaster knew what was going on inherently without being told.

The Sunsingers were leaving today.

Kavala had rose before dawn, unable to sleep, and had worked out with her usual run on the beach and a swim in the dawn's light. Then she'd returned, fed all the animals, and then packed up heaping yvas bags of fruit and journeybread that had been baked the evening before. Jerky was added in and then scrolls filled with healing glyphs and pouches of medication for all sorts of forseeable injuries and some that were a bit more rare. The stuffed yvas bags were then left - one for each of the Sunsingers - with the rest of their things in the paddock that held their precious striders. Kavala had looked over Striders, checking feet, whispering softly to each one to keep their mounts safe. She took a particularly lengthy amount of time with Ronan's horse, saying nothing but leaning against the Strider's neck sharing breath with the animal as horses often did.

Then she left, quickly, before they were up. Goodbyes were not her forte and she didn't want them to start becoming the norm.

Wandering the city for hours, she'd shopped the Bazaar, visited a few shopkeepers she'd enjoyed, and then had stopped at the library. She'd borrowed a book on beekeeping for the records at The Sanctuary. Someone, perhaps her, would have to learn the trade. She bought beekeeping gear at the bazaar and had the stallkeeper there send it to Sanctuary and had asked for him to deliver the book as well as her other purchases at the Bazaar. He'd readily agreed, and so having nothing left to do, when the sun was only mid sky, Kavala walked into the Blue Bull, at first only to get warm by the fire. It was fall now and the world was feeling the descending chill. Kavala had worn her black leathers and boots, even her weapons, concealed by a long sturdy sapphire blue winter cloak to keep the damp off her, but it hadn't helped.

But one mug of mulled wine turned into two then three until she simply stared into the fire and sighed, too miserable to go home and know that The Sunsingers were gone.
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[The Blue Bull] Self Medication

Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on October 21st, 2012, 6:00 pm

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It wasn’t an ordinary day around the Sanctuary this morning. NO; he heard movement and all really early that morning. So he woke with the sounds and moved into the laboratory where he began as usual going over the list that was written out. There were only a few low importance items to be made so he took to it setting up glassware and the like. He did however leave the door open so he could listen. The sun was hardly up yet and already he could hear mucking about in the Sanctuary. Was Rhy up causing trouble again? No…that poor girl usually slept bountifully. Something else was up….or rather someone else.

Not many would be milling around in the paddocks this early. And honestly word was that the Sunsingers were leaving today. But would they be up this early? Not likely…someone else was. His mind continued through the list in his head. Gianne? No, that poor girl was too tired to be up this early; and she loved her sleep almost as much as Rhy did. Elem wouldn’t be down there right now packing things up. But…Kavala would be. He would check it out immediately however he had a mixture brewing; and he couldn’t rightfully leave it unattended. So he would wait and see what was going on a little later.

He parted up the medicine and then set it aside to be brought up to the clinic. He did make sure to label it though. That way it wouldn’t be confused for anything else. It was important for him to mark things immediately or else he would forget and then well…he couldn’t be sure what he had made and what was what. That could lead to a clinical nightmare of sorts. So after marking the glassware he headed down…and there was no one. But he could see the gear was packed, and well…not a soul around. But he was sure it was definitely Kavala’s doing. Why was she up so early?

He shook his head, the woman worked too hard for her own good. Pouring every part of herself into this place. All the quips he made about her feeding the horses while holding her own liver in her hands wasn’t far from the truth. This place would likely be the death of her if she kept herself under such great pressure all the time. She was always working, and well he began to think to himself where she had gone. He saw footprints out on the sand. And that helped quench his mind a little. At the very least she had gone away and done something. Which was good; morning runs always helped him clear his mind. So he went back inside and continued his work.

While making medicines he cleaned up some of his notes making them more legible and adding details he had gleaned while preparing things. Nothing held light to medical notes like actually practicing them. Every situation was different and one never really stopped practicing such things. Notes were important; so he planned to fill books with such things. Bells went by without him really knowing it as he continued to work. This entire time he didn’t hear any movement that he associated with Kavala…which worried him some. He knew runs along the beach could sometimes be interrupted by glassbeaks…or other animals.

Taking it on himself to find out what was going on he moved topside where a man was entering the grounds. Serrif was unsure who this man was so he greeted him with a nod. It seemed he was bringing goods of some kind to the Sanctuary. Odd…Had Kavala ordered something.

“Afternoon how can I be of assistance?” Serrif said greeting the man as he dismounted and smiled.

“Yes, Kavala ordered these and I am delivering them.”

“Oh? When did she order this?”

“This morning, I just now got around to delivering them.” The man said moving into the back of his wagon and began unloading several strange pieces of equipment. Some of the pieces looked like specially assembled boxes. And then there was a single wooden crate.

“What is this?” Serrif asked; it would be important to know where to put it all. He stood at the back of the wagon helping the man however possible.

“Beekeeping supplies mostly” Came the answer as the man nodded to Serrif almost a little tired of his questions. But he would put up with them because he was helping.

“Well thank you for the delivery.” And with that Serrif picked up one of the boxes and then carried it down to the storage area where it belonged. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it yet. On his next trip up though he brought the medicine with him so he could stock it in the clinic; two birds one stone. It would take him a few more trips to get everything down into the storage area. He made sure to inspect the boxes and they looked like they were sturdy enough to be stacked. They actually looked like they were meant to be stacked on each other. So Kavala had ordered these then?

Kavala had headed off into town today then. She had to have done so early as well. Judging by the fact that he hadn’t heard her moving around she had gone in rather early. So; what was she up to? This question pricked his interest so he would have to go in and see. It did ease his mind to know that she hadn’t been ambushed by glassbeaks or something else. So without much more he packed a few things, his daggers, and a coin pouch and headed in. All of this would fit well concealed under his long white fur cloak. Hasmere was anxious as ever to get to go somewhere. Which was likely why he was so quick to get Serrif into town. It was a little past noon when Serrif began tracking Kavala’s footsteps.

She spoke of the shops she fancied to him a few times. Maybe to get him to go there, they had been shopping more than once together in the city. And there were always a few shops she stopped in. So, maybe one of them knew where she was? That was a good place to start. So he did. Each owner put him one step closer through Kavala’s day until he ended up hitting a dead wnd when a shopkeep told him merely that she walked ‘that way’. He nodded and headed off until he saw the doors of the Blue Bull Tavern…would she?

He tried to put himself in Kavala’s mind but just was struggling to do so. Why would she go into one of the roughest taverns in Riverfall? It didn’t match her personality…but the challenge did match Crescent’s. He was missing a piece of information here…something didn’t match up. But he entered anyway, low and behold there she was sitting alone at a table near the heart. He gauged her stature, slouched and her limbs seemed to be a little lax. She had a few it seemed.

All this time he saw her as something else than just a Konti. She was something…bigger than herself a martyr for the Sanctuary never really thinking of herself when she gave the place everything she was. She needed a break and it was possible that she had finally slipped...and found herself here in the tavern drinking her cares away. A feeling he knew quite well. Talking her down from this would do them no good. No, she was here to get drunk and he would help her. Maybe even look after her so none of these men would take advantage of her in this state.

He motioned to the barkeep and issued only line. “A bottle of something strong.” And the keep found him a bottle of port wine as well as a mug.

With a thump Serrif sat down across from Kavala, the bottle found it’s place on the table with them. “If we are going to do this, we will do it right.” He said pouring himself some of the mixture.


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[The Blue Bull] Self Medication

Postby Kavala on October 21st, 2012, 7:02 pm

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Kavala looked up, eyed Serrif speculatively, and shook her head. "No. Just no, Serrif. Go away. I came here to be away for a while. Joining me isn't an option..." She added, looking angry and unhappy and just a little drunk.

The Bartender, Kevlar, meanwhile had grabbed a tray and loaded it with a port glass and a bottle of Riverfall's finest port. He was halfway over there when Kavala said what she said, then gestured to Kevlar. "Kevlar, this man is bothering me." She said, offered Serrif an ironic grin, and waited to see what was going to happen. The bartender halted two steps from the table, quirked up an eyebrow, and looked thoughtfully at Serrif. Then he waited, it seemed, to see what Serrif would do.
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[The Blue Bull] Self Medication

Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on October 21st, 2012, 7:19 pm

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He shook his head, did Kavala really want to cause trouble here tonight? He came here to see in a way to see what was going on. And instead she looked up at him angrily and spoke how he was bothering her. How? He had just sat down! Join her? He just wanted to sit down and discuss things apart from work but it seemed like he couldn’t even really do that here with her. Then…then she decided to get others involved. And by others he meant the rather large Akalak man that was the barkeep. He sighed almost as if to say 'well thanks bitch'.

“Ah.” Well it seemed this was going to get even more interesting now.

“If you wanted me to go no need to get others involved.”
He stood reached down and took his bottle of port and nodded to the rather large Akalak man. He knew he didn’t stand a chance…even while he was sober.

“Sorry to be of trouble.” He would keep an eye on Kavala however. He would leave her at the fireplace though.

No he knew when to back down. He was a human in a bar full of Akalaks. If it hit the fan he would doubtlessly be beaten senseless. And maybe even past that. And really he almost doubted if Kavala would help him out at all especially in this state. He walked across the tavern to the farthest seat from her he could find. She wanted him to be a ghost then he would be. But he would stay within reach in case she needed him.



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[The Blue Bull] Self Medication

Postby Cailet on October 22nd, 2012, 1:48 am

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The toes of her soft leather shoes stopped a whisper a way from the threshold to the bar, her attempts to convince herself this would be a good idea had all fallen flat on the trip over to the Blue Bull. Cailet didn’t know how to relax and just enjoy the moment, especially if that moment wasn’t being spent doing something productive. Not only had she just spent the past few bells wandering the streets as if she were still on Patrol duty in Lhavit, but the Shinya woman had even managed to prevent a fight or two- or so she thought, anyway.

The fact remained that she was not employed as a guardsman or anything of the sort in Riverfall; those that had stepped aside from a fight due to her interference were most likely only doing so out of respect for her initiative, not the fact that she held any weight within the city. It was the childlike curoisety of this strange city that kept the woman from quickly growing bored, it’s secrets and it’s unknowns that were just sitting there waiting, should she choose to grasp them… but this night was dull, to say the least. A full circuit had been done that night, save for the routes throughout the parks, but Cailet found the night still young and herself with nothing to do.

A pair of laughing individuals had drawn her from her musings as they meandered down the road away from her, walking close and with an inordinate amount of touching going on. In public? Cailet felt her cheeks reddening even as her feet, seemingly of their own accord, began to pace after them. Perhaps they thought they wouldn’t be seen in the dark. As embarrassed as she was, it intrigued her. Where could they be headed? A murmur to the shadow that lingered beneath her hair was all it took to reveal what she needed to know.

It was this pair that lured Cailet to the Blue Buffalo, where she continued to teeter with indecision. Bars weren’t her thing. Do you even have a thing? Amanda snarked somewhere nearby, for her ears only. Though it was true, Cailet pushed the voice away and pointedly turned her gaze towards the bar, taking a determined step forward.

At almost the same instant, a familiar voice reached Cailet, a shock to the woman. She hardly knew a soul within the city, what was the chance that she would stumble upon one of the handful she did this night? It only took a moment to recognize Kavala amongst the mass of blue men, and the man that had joined her table. But the words weren’t the kind, soothing ones that Cailet knew. Someone was bothering her.

“Excuse me.” Stepping quickly through the crowd, Cailet squared her shoulders as she stopped at the table. “Kavala, a pleasure.” An inclined of her head towards the Konti before Cailet turned towards the nameless man. “Are you really bothering her? Please, step away if it is her wish.”
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[The Blue Bull] Self Medication

Postby Razkar on October 22nd, 2012, 5:54 am

Boredom was the bane of any warrior. Create a creature designed not just to fight, not just wage war, but live for it as much as another would food and air, and you had to keep it occupied. You had to give it a war. Take that away, and it either stagnated, snapped or...

"Krok it!"

Razkar cursed the top of his tent. Lying on his back, wounds from those Zith things still stinging his body, he had never felt so useless before. Even that blasted tiger hadn't kept him off his feet this long! Six days of boredom, even after the aid the Kavala woman and her brother had given him. Last night he had only just been able to walk around the city walls. Not run, not even jog, just walk. And now he faced another long night of boredom...

"Not again." He muttered to himself, sitting up with gritted teeth and wounds screaming behind their stitches. "Not again..."

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Razkar was not a reveler by any means. At least not in the way the Akalaks probably understood the word. Scalps and bloodied hearts, frenzied whirls around towering fires with his people back in the jungle, jokes and story-tellings from the old ones in his village... yes... that was revelry to him.

That and battle. Always battle.

The Myrian snarled to himself as he limped down the darkening streets, heading for the one place he knew well enough to find. He was dressed in his usual attire: leather shoes, loincloth and his cloak, now with fresh Zith scalps sewn onto the collar. He was worried about being cold but the bandages still around his torso and shoulder, well... they're certainly aiding him now.

His leg was a different matter, and yelped with indignation with every other step. Razkar had refused to use a crutch, however, not after the first couple of days. The bones would knit. The wound would heal. He was not a cripple.

But it made his axe and sword clank so much more loudly than usual, a rhythm of war-forged metal that sang to him...

"Time for a smoke."

He threw open the door to the Blue Bull and braced himself for the smell.

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"Myrian."

"Akalak."

That was all the pleasantries he and the hulking Akalak behind the bar shared with each other, but it stunned the few patrons who heard it. Kevlar - tavern-owner, bartender and one of the most notorious brawlers in the city - barely even greeted his usual patrons. Not that the Blue Bull used that word very often.

Less "patrons", more "scum and degenerates who drink until they get rowdy and the slab of muscle behind the bar throws them out".

Razkar smiled to himself as he lowered the hood of his cloak, enjoying the heat pouring off the roaring fire. Not too busy tonight, he noticed. Well, the port was less busy than usual this week, and less ships meant less sailors, which was the main source of, ahem, patrons to the Bull. Even better for him.

He limped over to the fire and warmed his hands. How cold this country got, and so fast! After a few moments he pulled his pipe from his pocket, a simple wooden affair with a long stem and a wide bowl, perfect for hours of contemplative smoking, especially with that fine Taloba tobacco...

Then he catches the flash of white to his left. A familiar scent in the air... one he knows well...

The Myrian looks over, and sees the woman he helped those short few days ago, staring into a mug of ale as if it had kicked her dog to death. And there were others at the table. The sight of them and Razkar's tiny smile was crushed, eyes hardening, taking in new faces.

A human with scruff on his face, looking distinctly uncomfortable as Kevlar loomed over him. A woman sat near her, the opposite of Kavala in many ways. Broader of shoulder, darker skinned, eyes chocolate and hardened, reminding him of the ruthless females from back home.

Pensive. Worried, or seemed like it.

Well... that wasn't going to work.

Razkar frowned, turning slowly to face the tense table from a few meters away, light catching the bones jutting out of his face, scars still evident on his neck.

He waited for Kavala's eyes to dart up, and raised an eyebrow in silent query, absentmindedly packing his pipe from his tobacco pouch as he did so.

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[The Blue Bull] Self Medication

Postby Rosela on October 22nd, 2012, 10:03 pm

The city seemed subdued, and Rosela wandered along the street in relative peace. She’d left the house intending to go to the Warrens to window shop, but had changed her mind halfway. A new scarf stall had just opened up, and she knew she couldn’t be trusted with her mizas there. They were pretty, fluttery things, and she didn’t even have a scarf yet… Shaking away her mental protests with a shudder, she stopped to look out over the water. She needed to do something with herself that didn’t include dropping half her wallet on a scarf.

After she’d passed over the waterfall and back onto the stable road, a double pair of blue doors stood out to her by chance. It was right across from the Labor Aid, so she’d seen the place a few times as she’d been in and out with her business plans. The Blue Bull, some sort of tavern. She’d seen sailors and roughnecks going in, though there didn’t seem to be much traffic today. During her brief stay at the women’s refuge, the pamphlets had mentioned it specifically as a low class establishment, but like most places in Riverfall, still safe for women.

Why not.

She heaved open the heavy door just enough for her to slip inside and she looked around curiously. Despite the fact that it was evening, and well into the party hour, there were still surprisingly few people. These Rivarians just didn’t party like the Eypharians.

There seemed to be a bit of tension in the room, and Rosela kept an eye on the hearth in the corner as she trotted to the bar. If anything went down, she wanted to know who and why.

”Gin and tonic, please.” She whispered to the bartender watching the konti in the corner call the other barkeep, a large, delicious Akalak, over. There seemed to be a disagreement with the man she was with?

The bartender huffed a laugh. “Honey, we got ale, beer, and wine.”

Pulling her attention away as a human woman entered the situation, Rosela grimaced at the bartender. ”Oh my. What kind of wine?”

The bartender, Ann by her nametag, leaned back and looked at the shelf, already wiping out a wineglass with a white rag. “Hmm, Bluevein Gold today. Very creamy and citrus-y. 1gm for a glass, 10 for the bottle. Trust me honey, you’ll like it.” She had a very genial smile and Rosela attempted to return it, running a hand over her neck at mention of the price.

”Just a glass then.” Handing over the miza, she half turned to see a familiar face skulking across the room to a table far from the hearth he’d come from. How had she not recognized him? Perching her glass in one hand, she sauntered over merrily. She may have only met him once before, but his previously pleasant disposition made it terribly odd to see him out of sorts. ”Serrif! Now what are you doing in a rough place like this?”
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[The Blue Bull] Self Medication

Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on October 22nd, 2012, 11:31 pm

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About the time he had made up his into go and take his own little table away from this impending mess another woman came right on over and allied herself squarely with Kavala. Ah to fight a losing battle, he had resolved himself to sit in a far table but it seemed that Kavala would settle for nothing less than seeing him get thrown out of here.

This night was only getting better by the second now wasn’t it? “Kavala you’ll have my face on a wanted poster by nights end if you keep this up.” He said as he looked to her warning her she may not want to continue this much farther…and now he was being headed off by another random woman he had never met.

And it was not good that Kavala was likely not herself right now; didn’t women always pick each others side? Yes, it did look that way. And it seemed the men here would always pick a Konti’s side. Well…this looked like a losing battle if he had ever seen one. Yes, a cage fight back in the camp started to look more appealing. At least there he knew it was usually a one on one battle…here however…

“Oh wonderful…why don’t…”
His train of speaking was interrupted by a familiar voice calling toward him lightly. Her smooth tone and even light footing gave her away had he been listening close enough.

There were few women who held her measured grace. This he knew from interacting with her and the other women he knew. She was graceful and delicate in many a way. “Rosela…darling how are you doing? I was going to sit down in good company. But I suppose such a thing is difficult to find in a place like this.”

He nodded to her then turned to the rather random appearance of the woman who had headed off his advance to a far away table.

“As I was saying, why don’t you ask Kavala there who I am. An employee who merely wanted to know where she was. I had the best of intentions.” He shook his head some and took a good drink from his mug that contained the strong port wine.

“I came to have a drink and spend some time away from the madness with Kavala and perhaps others.” of my new and only family. His mind blared; but he didn’t want to tell her that…no he would rather address other things.


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