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30th of Fall 518 AV
Hunter's guild
Hunter's guild
The way of the hunt ran though Raeyn’s blood. He walked the paths of his father who had inherited them from the grandfather before him. A fiercely traditional, was the Inarta bloodline, at least in that one aspect. In a far away land, the wilderness brought them back home to mount Skyinarta in spirit. In shedding the blood of prey they were one with the Wind Eagles and their kin.
Thus Raeyn wasn't at all surprised to learn of his father's involvement in the politics of the city and the creation of a very special kind of home. The Hunter's Guild They called it. A place for the food bringers of the city to relax, socialise and get more organised. And that very evening, closely following the late afternoon break, that was precisely the place Orim had taken his son; to meet the guild's men and women.
The building looked vaguely familiar. Raeyn had been sure that once upon a time, in his early childhood, he had remembered it to be an inn but that was a long time ago. It was a detail quickly forgotten the moment the two Inarta stepped though the front door to be welcomed by the homely atmosphere of the inside, the burning heat of the fireplace and distinct smell of booze. A few faces turned to greet them. Most rather unfamiliar albeit one almost too familiar. They sat at one table together, chit-chatting over ale, beconning the Inarta duet to come join them.
"This must be your boy, Orim. Welcome welcome." an elderly woman clammed her hand in glee as she exclaimed, shuffling on her stool for the two of them to sit beside her.
As soon as Raeyn pulled up a stool to sit beside the slightly intimidatingly happy lady, he felt the slam of a strong hand on his back, almost knocking the wind out of him before he even managed to utter a word. "Glad you decided to join us Raeyn. Good to see you again kiddo." It was Stan. A man he'd been quite familiar with. Like a batty uncle he was to Raeyn, a best friend of his father's before Raeyn was even born. It was a welcome face to see among a sea of new people albeit he was known to he a little heavy handed. "Hadn't I told you guys? He looks just like his old man. Spitting image, is he not? Though the freckles are all Astrid's."
Beside him the elderly woman nodded. "You're right Stan. He's a mini Orim, I be damned."
To say Raeyn was overwhelmed was an understatement. He sat there, for the first time in a while feeling like a child sitting at the grownups' dinner table during a holiday. Everyone around him talked and jokes and he was at the centre of it all, wide eyed and timid.
"Let me introduce you to everyone, son." said Orim, pointing to the elderly woman beside him first. "That's Tess Alheim. She's our resident trap genius." Smiling a toothy grin, the woman waved excitedly. Politely Raeyn raised his own hand in acknowledgement and bowed his head in respect. "Stan, you already know." the hunter and Raeyn exchanged a quick smile before his eyes followed Orim's voice around the table. "To the right we have Rhemy. Our newest member. She's come here all the way from Cyprus."
"Lovely to meet you, mr Raeyn." she smiled softly. A tall girl she was. Naturally pretty in simple clothing and without the usual makeup Lhavit's girl wore so ostentatiously. Understated, like a poppy in a field of long grasses. Easy to miss in a crowd but no less beautiful.
Raeyn replied with the same gentle politeness. "Likewise, miss."
The woman sitting to the side of Rhemy however decided to introduce herself. "My name is Irmina Bloodwood. I oversee the basement." she said simply. There was a manner on no nonsense about her, not even a smile albeit she was far from cold and uninviting. A rigidity to her manner as she reached her hand across the table to shake Raeyn's hand. A gesture which was quickly reciprocated. "To put it plainly, shall you find anything of interest. A particularly fine bear pelt, a particularly large deer scull, anything else in the wilderness that might be of value, I'd be glad to take it off your hands and see to it that your efforts are rewarded. I trust we'll make a great partnership in time."
Raeyn nodded, committing the information and her name to memory. He grew to like her the quickest. There was something about the way she spoke, the way she carried herself - albeit she was a little scary - that made her so very interesting. Out of the informal chatty bunch she was the one who seemed to have the best work ethic.
It was Rhemy who spoke up next. "We're missing that jerk Li..."
"That's quite alright. He'll introduce himself when he's back." interrupted Orim before she had even the chance to finish the end of the name. His head shook, prompting the girl to keep whatever she was going to say to herself as if the existence of the remaining guild member was some closely held secret. A secret Raeyn had little intention to inquire about. Three new faces were enough for starters.
His Farther' many stories, some more embarrassing than others, have already made all the introduction Raeyn needed before he'd even found out about the guild. And as the introductions came to an end, the next part of the process was to see whether what they have heard of Raeyn's abilities was true. Granted, the guild was somewhat indiscriminate in who they assimilated into their ranks. It was still early days and to be taken seriously they needed more members, thus they jumped at the prospect of signing Raeyn up like bloodhounds. But they had to show some semblance of organisation. Testing out his skills was just that - semblance. And as the two most experienced members other than Orim himself, that responsibility fell to Tess and Stan.
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Thus Raeyn wasn't at all surprised to learn of his father's involvement in the politics of the city and the creation of a very special kind of home. The Hunter's Guild They called it. A place for the food bringers of the city to relax, socialise and get more organised. And that very evening, closely following the late afternoon break, that was precisely the place Orim had taken his son; to meet the guild's men and women.
The building looked vaguely familiar. Raeyn had been sure that once upon a time, in his early childhood, he had remembered it to be an inn but that was a long time ago. It was a detail quickly forgotten the moment the two Inarta stepped though the front door to be welcomed by the homely atmosphere of the inside, the burning heat of the fireplace and distinct smell of booze. A few faces turned to greet them. Most rather unfamiliar albeit one almost too familiar. They sat at one table together, chit-chatting over ale, beconning the Inarta duet to come join them.
"This must be your boy, Orim. Welcome welcome." an elderly woman clammed her hand in glee as she exclaimed, shuffling on her stool for the two of them to sit beside her.
As soon as Raeyn pulled up a stool to sit beside the slightly intimidatingly happy lady, he felt the slam of a strong hand on his back, almost knocking the wind out of him before he even managed to utter a word. "Glad you decided to join us Raeyn. Good to see you again kiddo." It was Stan. A man he'd been quite familiar with. Like a batty uncle he was to Raeyn, a best friend of his father's before Raeyn was even born. It was a welcome face to see among a sea of new people albeit he was known to he a little heavy handed. "Hadn't I told you guys? He looks just like his old man. Spitting image, is he not? Though the freckles are all Astrid's."
Beside him the elderly woman nodded. "You're right Stan. He's a mini Orim, I be damned."
To say Raeyn was overwhelmed was an understatement. He sat there, for the first time in a while feeling like a child sitting at the grownups' dinner table during a holiday. Everyone around him talked and jokes and he was at the centre of it all, wide eyed and timid.
"Let me introduce you to everyone, son." said Orim, pointing to the elderly woman beside him first. "That's Tess Alheim. She's our resident trap genius." Smiling a toothy grin, the woman waved excitedly. Politely Raeyn raised his own hand in acknowledgement and bowed his head in respect. "Stan, you already know." the hunter and Raeyn exchanged a quick smile before his eyes followed Orim's voice around the table. "To the right we have Rhemy. Our newest member. She's come here all the way from Cyprus."
"Lovely to meet you, mr Raeyn." she smiled softly. A tall girl she was. Naturally pretty in simple clothing and without the usual makeup Lhavit's girl wore so ostentatiously. Understated, like a poppy in a field of long grasses. Easy to miss in a crowd but no less beautiful.
Raeyn replied with the same gentle politeness. "Likewise, miss."
The woman sitting to the side of Rhemy however decided to introduce herself. "My name is Irmina Bloodwood. I oversee the basement." she said simply. There was a manner on no nonsense about her, not even a smile albeit she was far from cold and uninviting. A rigidity to her manner as she reached her hand across the table to shake Raeyn's hand. A gesture which was quickly reciprocated. "To put it plainly, shall you find anything of interest. A particularly fine bear pelt, a particularly large deer scull, anything else in the wilderness that might be of value, I'd be glad to take it off your hands and see to it that your efforts are rewarded. I trust we'll make a great partnership in time."
Raeyn nodded, committing the information and her name to memory. He grew to like her the quickest. There was something about the way she spoke, the way she carried herself - albeit she was a little scary - that made her so very interesting. Out of the informal chatty bunch she was the one who seemed to have the best work ethic.
It was Rhemy who spoke up next. "We're missing that jerk Li..."
"That's quite alright. He'll introduce himself when he's back." interrupted Orim before she had even the chance to finish the end of the name. His head shook, prompting the girl to keep whatever she was going to say to herself as if the existence of the remaining guild member was some closely held secret. A secret Raeyn had little intention to inquire about. Three new faces were enough for starters.
His Farther' many stories, some more embarrassing than others, have already made all the introduction Raeyn needed before he'd even found out about the guild. And as the introductions came to an end, the next part of the process was to see whether what they have heard of Raeyn's abilities was true. Granted, the guild was somewhat indiscriminate in who they assimilated into their ranks. It was still early days and to be taken seriously they needed more members, thus they jumped at the prospect of signing Raeyn up like bloodhounds. But they had to show some semblance of organisation. Testing out his skills was just that - semblance. And as the two most experienced members other than Orim himself, that responsibility fell to Tess and Stan.
*Boxcode by Allassanachassanya
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