[The Rearing Stallion] Where travellers meet (Closed)

[Keorvic]

Smirking coyly at the wink from Akiva, he scooted a bit closer to her. letting eyes wander for a moment, the words Azerixa had just spoken. Keoric looked over at the slight human. "Notes? anything interesting?" he said, more for something to say than out of actual interest. He was barely literate, having been educated more in oral history and practical things than reading and writing. "Be you a scribe or some such?" he asked, now actually interested. "I met a scribe on my travel here from Whitehold. He had made it his goal in life to write down all the most amazing stories in his little book. Oh what amazing stories he had..." He mused.

[Azerix]

Azerix looked up at the two snuggling and sighed thinking to himseld 'looks like she already has mr. scar' his eyes drifted down the table for a second as he zoned out digging into his mind for something. after a few seconds he snapped out of it "oh huh...what?" he paused trying to remember what the man had said to him...let alone his name... 'damn it...i forgot...uh..kalvic? keorvin? no no no...this is why i need notes...' he opened the book turning to page 'AH Keorvic..thats right...' "uh...interesting? no..simply my spellbook with notes on..this table..the people.." he smiled nervously fearfull of the Drunk mans reaction to being 'studied' "Be you a scribe or some such?" At this Azerix laughed silently "if i be a scribe, then you be a scared little boy" he said jokingly "no i simply am a person who dwindles in magic who likes to access his situations carefully it leads to me not being scarred..if i may ask...how did you receive yours sir?" yet again his curiosity took hold.

[Akiva Korvashi]

Realizing she had been cut off earlier, and had not noticed in the slightest, she looked to Keorvic, "Oh that's right! I was asking you about your scar as well. I'm very interested in it, if you wouldn't mind telling us the story." She was genuinely interested, yet for some reason, found herself yawning. No time for cat naps today, no wonder I'm tired she thought to herself. She tapped the table near the dice, hoping to draw attention to them, after Keorvic's explanation of course.

[Keorvic]

Finding Akiva's yawn contagious, Keorvic also let out a large yawn. looking out the window he saw that the knightly patrols were now carrying lanterns. taking his time now that he had everyone's attention, he took a long swig of his ale. sitting back he let his eyes unfocus, as if recalling an old memory. "many winters ago I when I was young, I was accompanying my father on a hunt. we had been tracking a stag for most of the day and were drawing close. it had been a hard winter and the entire hold was hungry. My father had wounded it with a spear once already, but not mortally. we had tracked it into a wooded area surrounded on three sides by sheer cliffs. as we neared the forest, a figure approached us. He was large and also carried a spear, but spoke with a strange accent and was clearly from a different land. 'Leave this place Vantha, for I have tracked a stag here and it is my kill.' he spoke to us. "You have? I'm afraid you must be mistaken. We have been tracking the stag all day and I have it's blood on my spear." my father replied. suddenly enraged, the man seemed to grow larger as he stumped closer and raised his voice, 'I have been tracking this stag for DAYS! It is MINE by RIGHT!' these last words were spoken in a shriek as he charged. "Flux! he is using flux!' my father shouted."Friend please, let us talk about this! there is no need for bloodshed!" he shouted, trying to defuse the situation. with no reply forthcoming, my father readied his spear and got ready to defend himself. But as the enraged man drew close, he shuddered and suddenly instead of an enraged man, we were being attacked by an immense roaring polar bear. with one sweep of his paw, he knocked my unprepared father flying, and turned to do the same to me. i dodged the first swipe, being smaller and faster than my father, and managed to roll in reach of the spear my father had dropped. having seen one of the warriors of our hold slay a great dire bear once, I set the spear butt in the ground and pointed the head at the rearing Kelvic. As he fell forward to attack, he impaled himself on the spear and let out a great roar. so shaken was I by the great noise that I did not see the huge clawed paw untill it hit me, and the world went white with pain. what felt like moment later, my father was praying above me, begging Morwen to have protected me. as i opened my eyes he thanked the Mother Goddess and told me what had transpired. after I had impaled the great bear, he stumbled off into the forest. I had been unconscious for nearly three days, and we were back at Whitehold." with that, Keoric opened his eyes and leaned forward for another swig of ale. he leaned forward and grinned "And that's how it happened."

[Azerix]

Azerix listened Intensely listened to the mans story he found it very excited compared to dull lifestyle he closed his eyes attempting to picture in his mind the scene being told to him. He allowed himself to fall into a trance and felt the freezing breeze touch his face and smiled, he could smell the fresh snow on the ground and the feeling of his feet in the frozen water. when he opened his eyes he saw the Father and son in front of him along with the large man. and watched as the scene unfolded in his brain his imagination causing his body to feel the effects of the cold. When he saw the young boy be slashed by the bear. Azerix zoned back into the Real world and opened his eyes "that...that is a amazing story...i am..surprised that a young boy didn't die for the loss of blood..." Azerix shivered attempting to remind his body that he is in fact inside a warm building instead of the cold wilderness he had Forced his mind to mimic "and yet my life is so boring grew up outside studied my Djed and Rheimacy and moved inside the city ...fantastic..and i was right...it was a beast...i'll have to add that to my notes later" he looked at Akiva "milady...i notice you keep attempting to draw attention to your dice...may i ask why?" 'hell i'll accept any reason to keep my attention towards her' he stated in his mind

[Wystern]

Wystern listened quietly to the story. The guy with the scar seemed drunk, no telling which part of the story was true. But the again, Wys couldn't judge a story's truthfulness just by the way it sounded, he chuckled as he reflected upon his own past. Crow was gathering information on the people, as they boasted about their stories and past.

So far, he learned that the name of the freak-show with the hood was Lich; the girl was a cat-Kelvic, not sure which kind, probably a common one, but Gods help him if she is something lion-sized, though she was still mesmerized by shiny objects like any other household cat; she talks so big for someone of her size. Confidence, another quality Wys liked in everybody. Keorvic...Keorvic would do something as stupid as threaten a Knight with a mug when he saw a sword right in front of him, There was nothing to worry about at this point in time. Oh and the other man who joined in the conversation was a spell caster. Wys made a mental note to contact the man later, he had some information he wanted to know, but this is neither the time or place to ask anything about magic, lest the Knight would draw more suspicion.

Funny, the one reason Wys is never booted from The Stallion was because he kept gathering information on all things that seemed odd, and the owner knew that. Professional interests, there is no need to either hide or reveal them. He looked at the dice, much like the rest of the group and wondered what Akiva wanted with them. If she is just pointing at them because they are fun to look at, it would just embrace Wystern's confidence in that she is just your regular household feline. Wystern's job involved with Kelvics every so often, he knew what he needed to know. Cat's aren't that bad to deal with, but wolves, birds and the more predatory creatures...hand on hilt and don't let go. The current layout did not call for violence in any form, and that's how Wys would like to keep it.

He just noticed that he was holding the hilt of his sword with two hands, relying on it as if it was a cane. Figurative, but true. It helped him walk, walk a path. He now was the only one left out of the conversation about his or her background. Nothing to worry about. At this point he would just like to keep listening.

[Mankros]

Mankros entered the tavern and, noticing the small gathering at one of the tables, took a seat nearby. the room was a bit noisy, thanks to the group of story-swappers, but the background noise just let him know that even if he did not know anyone here, he was still not alone; for one who feared attachment, his hate of loneliness was rather odd.
As he watched the group, he gathered that the girl was a Kelvic, the man with the mask was an enigma, the man with the sword was a knight, the man with the notepad was a magician of some sort, and the man with the scar's drunkenness was becoming a little less forced-sounding as he continued drinking.
No longer content to watch and listen, Mankros made his way to the table and spoke:"Hello, my name is Mankros, do you mind if I join you?", he asked, gesturing to an empty spot at the table.

[Keorvic]

(ooc- just so yall know, Keorvic never actually overtly threatened Wys with the empty mug, he was just holding onto it and ready to attempt to defend himself with it in case he was attacked. too late to change anything now, but I figure I ought to let everyone know that he isn't truly THAT stupid or drunk. i mean, you cant really brandish a mug of ale anyways...not really threateningly. well, i guess you can, but it's pretty obvious, whereas Keorvic had it down by his waist just ready to use if need be. =P)

[Akiva Korvashi]

Noting the entrance of another male, Akiva looked to Azerix. "I fancy a dice game now and then, I guess nobody else plays," she said with a frown, but left the dice on the table. Kips jumped down from her lap, finding his way across the table to Azerix. He then rubbed his body against Azerix's legs. "Seems like Kipps likes you," she said curiously. "He usually doesn't take to the human kind." The male approached them, asking to be seated. She looked to him with an easier smile, feeling much less threatened by Lich's presence than she had been earlier, now that all these people were here. "Go ahead! We're just telling tales of our past. I don't believe I've shared a story of my own yet." She looked around the group, skipping Lich, as his mask scared her. "I left my home when I was but one year old, that being this city. I had set off to find an adventure, hoping my purpose in life would just come to me. I ventured far off to places like Riverfall and Kalinor. Well, one night in Riverfall I was walking about and I hear this strange 'whoosh', so I go to check it out. It was a fountain, all the water had risen into the air and was swirling around the fountain, like it was possessed. But that wasn't the most interesting thing. There was a man in a dark cloak there, standing on top of the fountain. He was hooded, so I couldn't really see him from that distance, and he had knives, daggers in his hands. Around him were glowing orbs, circling him in the air. They were green, blue, white, and red. Around those there was a circle of swords, just floating there. I didn't really wait around to see what it was, I suspected he was one of those magic users. Last I heard of riverfall were 'strange appearances', not sure of what, probably some kind of animal or demon. I suspect that man was a summoner of some sort, but I wasn't sure they needed all that flashy showy stuff to work with. Never did care to learn about it though, so it's just a guess by me." She finished her story, knowing it had not been nearly as interesting as Keorvic's, I mean, all she did was see some strange guy, he got attacked by a polar bear. Oh well, this was what sharing stories was all about, someone's would ultimately be better, and he being Vantha, even half, she knew his would always be the best. Kipps was purring loudly now, she could hear him from across the table. "I think you've made a new friend sir," she smiled and laughed quietly to herself. Kipps could make friends, but she was sure they wouldn't get nearly as much out of it as he would. He knew how much people loved to pet and feed cute little animals, she herself was one at times, and had gotten much attention from children and softer adults.

[Azerix]

Azerix smiled at the cat approaching him and held out his hand to be smelled before he pulled it into his arms and began to scratch the top of its head "well hello there Mr. Kipps aren't you quite a affectionate cat" he smiled as he began to purr continued to run his hand down the cats back. "my my my it seems you all have interesting tales of your past but me....and i would love to play a game of dice..though...i don't know if i know how.." He noticed The man approach and looked up smiling "well of course you can take a seat sir."