Completed [The Rearing Stallion] A Welcome Intervention(Aoren)

[Raven Nightfoot]

6th of Summer 510AV Another long day had passed in the stone city of Syliras and now the had set and most of the stores and other businesses had shut their doors...most. There was one store that was always busy no matter the time, a place that the city's residents went when they needed to just kick back and relax after a hard day's work...The Rearing Stallion. Raven's day had been rather uneventful, something that seemed to be happening far too often for someone as young as her. She found herself strolling the dark alleys and streets, wondering where she would find the most, or any excitement for the night. After about a bell of strolling around the dark quiet city she found herself on the doorstep of The Rearing stallion. The building resonated with the sound of happy and drunk citizens enjoying themselves after a day of labour, no doubt a very lively atmosphere inside. After standing there contemplating whether she was in the mood to deal with impending array of obnoxious comments she was bound to get from some of the tavern's drunk and/or sober inhabitants, but alas, the lure of probable loot was too much for her to resist and she stepped in to lively glow of the busy building. Not even a few moments after Raven walked in to the Stallion, she was greeted by the expected whistles and comments, her usual tight black leather attire probably not helping to avoid attracting attention. As she looked around she noticed that the tavern was even more crowded than usual today, which was saying something. The shouts, laughs and jolly singing of the drunk men(and women) filled the air, almost overwhelming Raven's sense of hearing. She didn't see any men that looked drunk enough to be easy pick pocketing targets at the moment, OR empty seats but figured her best bet for both was to explore the room till opportunity presents itself. She hadn't even circled the tavern once when she saw a chance for her to cross both goals off of her imaginary short term list. There, in a quieter corner of the tavern was an empty table and between the seating and Raven, stood(barely) a man who was clearly on the edge of passing out, the man swayed and shouted at his friends as he held on to the table for support as he made his way to somewhere, hopefully home. Raven instantly seized her opportunity to earn some income by approaching the man, the plan being to casually 'bump' into the drunk man, using the accidental contact to disguise her true goal. Her plan was formulated and it was time for her to act on it as she began walking towards her target. "Oh, sorry." she said casually as her shoulder collided with the drunken man, while Raven's hand simultaneously dove into his pocket and pulled out his fairly full sack of mizas. A small smirk crossed her face as she walked on, subtly passing the coin sack to her other hand, just in time. "Come on darling, there's no need to be shy." The words were slurred and barely intelligible, the only reason Raven had payed it any mind was because the drunk man had grabbed her upper arm roughly, giving her no choice. Her heart jumped in her chest and her face, which was hidden flashed with worry. She took a moment to regain her calm composure before turning to look at the man, amber eyes falling onto his grizzly appearance. The man's expression wasn't what she'd expected from someone who had just been robbed, he had a goofy smile on his face as he looked down at Raven's young form. "if you wanted to come home with me all you had to do was ask." Once again the slurred messy speech caught Raven off guard, but this time it was a good surprise. The man, in his drunk state had taken Raven's 'accidental' bump as an attempt to gain his attention, his assumption couldn't have been more off point but still, it was a step up from being caught. A small smile appeared on Raven's face as she realised what was going on although her expression soon changed to annoyance as she tugged at her arm trying to break free of his grip, only for the man to tug back in retaliation. "Let me go." she said both sternly and angrily as she attempted to escape his hold on her again but in vain. "Come on, I promise to give you the night of your life." Although still slurred, there was an aggressive tone to the man's voice now, his grip tightening on her arm, becoming slightly painful. She was also beginning to get angry at the man's persistence, honestly if he didn't let go soon, she was going to make him regret it.

[Aoren]

The days labor had taken its toll on Aoren. After a long day's work of odd jobs and irritable customers he had decided to end his evening with a bit of fun. The fun being to get himself drunk at one of the only taverns in the city that he chose to frequent, The Rearing Stallion. While it was far from the highest end of establishments offered in Syliras it was affordable and the company there was seldom unpleasant. There were enough trained men and women there to keep rabble-rousers in their place but that also meant there were enough skilled people to cause just as big of a scene. The Rearing Stallion entertained a careful balance of just enough intoxicated patrons to perpetuate an atmosphere of great fun and just enough sober patrons to keep them in check. It was a strange place to be.

Upon entering the tavern Aoren was greeted by the boisterous laughter of the people also drowning down their troubles, whims and sorrows with the cheap alcohol to be found inside. He shuffled through the door and quickly scanned the interior for a place to make himself comfortable. There were nearly none to be had but he saw a place at the bar that he could take up residence. He walked up to the barkeep, Kevith Aargon, a former knight of great renown within the city.

"Good evening, Ser Aargon. I'll have a mug of ale." The man gave a gruff nod before filling up a mug. Aoren passed him the two silver mizas it cost and nodded to him over the edge of the mug as he took his first sip. He posted up against the bar observing the crowd with a slight smirk on his face. To his right there was a group of squires boasting about their latest conquests. To his left there was a minstrel singing of legends from the past and as he sipped his ale his attention was captured by a woman clad in tight black leather. Upon closer inspection he realized he knew this woman. For a moment he thought she was regaling her latest male companion with her womanly charms. He managed to catch a bit of the word exchange going on between the two of them.

"If you wanted to come home with me all you had to do was ask." Aoren shook his head as he watched the two of them. He almost smiled until he heard Raven's response. That had Aoren frowning. He would not stand by while some drunken fool made advances on a friend of his. Even if that friend was only a recent acquaintance. With a sigh he downed the rest of his ale and stepped forward wading his way through the people he came to stand next to the fool. At six feet and three inches in height Aoren towered over the average person. His athletic physique added to his overall imposing appearance. He placed a hand on the man's shoulder squeezing slightly in warning.

"That's enough friend. The lady does not want to come home with you or have anything to do with you for that matter." Aoren grasped Raven's arm gently pulling her away from his grasp. He moved her to his side. Not quite out of the way of swinging fists but far enough away so that Aoren might take the brunt of the blow if it came to that. He'd learned quite well that Raven was capable of defending herself. Aoren folded his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes staring down the drunken patron.

"Be on your way, friend." The drunken man furrowed his brow in anger as he was denied the chance to get a night's entertainment.

"Shove off! This one's mine!" He stumbled forward trying to make a swipe for Raven's arm. Aoren deflected the grab easily though he knew Raven didn't need it. He returned to his steadfast stance with his arms over his chest and a stern look on his face. He shook his head thinking to himself.

"This is going to get interesting..."

[Raven Nightfoot]

Raven tugged her arm once again but the man's grip only tightened more, her annoyance was about to fall off the edge of the cliff and into anger. "Fine, if that's how you want it." she said softly, her hand balling into a fist as she readied herself to give the drunk fool a swift butt kicking, but only a moment before she unleashed her attack she was interrupted by a vaguely familiar voice. "That's enough friend. The lady does not want to come home with you or have anything to do with you for that matter." Raven's head tilted curiously in the direction the voice had come from and to her relief it was someone she had met only recently. The tall man towered over both Raven and the drunk fool, his athletic body and downward gaze adding to his intimidating appearance. "Aoren" Raven said softly to herself as her amber eyes met with the cobalt blue of the handsome young man's. With a gentle hand Aoren broke the man's grasp on her as he politely guided her away from the angered drunken man. Raven had to admit she was glad to see the tall mage, sure she could have taken the man but it would be much easier for the man to handle it, so for the sake of avoiding trouble she allowed Aoren to take the lead. "Shove off! This one's mine!" Slurred words filled with rage and intoxication came from the drunk man's mouth this time louder and backed by his new aggressive stance as he tried to grab at Raven once again which Aoren deflected easily, how gentlemanly of him. "Not even in your wildest dreams." she teased, her voice confident as she crossed her arms, she realised this would probably only anger the man further but she didn't care, besides it was Aoren's burden now.

[Aoren]

“Not even in your wildest dreams.”

Aoren shook his head with a slight smirk as he listened to Raven taunt the drunken fool. He glanced at her before turning his attention back to their foolhardy friend. With a careful intake of breath Aoren reached for the essence of the air that filled his lungs. He felt the wall that barred the access to his magic slowly lower itself as he pooled the untransmuted Res into his lungs. He was going to attempt a technique he’d been refining for the past few weeks.

“Well it’s gonna be a wild dream tonight!” The man roared with intoxicated laughter. Aoren could smell the alcohol on his breath from where he stood. The man’s skin practically oozed the pints of ale, beer and wine he’d likely consumed. He shuffled forward on uneasy legs. It was then that Aoren saw an opportunity.

Normally Aoren would practice temperance and tolerance in stressful circumstances but he was feeling a light buzz from the ale he’d consumed and his urge to cause a little bit of mischief was getting the better of him. As he exhaled he blinked and let the Res that had pooled in his lungs flow out of his body as a gas that he quickly transmuted into a small gust of wind. It billowed out of his lungs quickly. The invisible strands of air whirling before him in a light breeze. It was hardly strong enough to make a sound minded person shake but for a man already uneasy on his feet it would be a stroke of bad luck. The drunk patron who was making another unwise swipe at Raven was suddenly blown back onto his rear with a befuddled look on his face. Aoren just shook his head. He hadn’t moved his arms from their crossed position over his chest so the casual onlooker would only think the drunk had fallen on his ass. There may have been a question as to the sudden light breeze however.

“Be on your way, friend before I call the knights. I’m sure they would be more than happy to help you sober up and treat a lady with some respect.” Aoren fixed the drunk with a serious stare. There was a slight challenge in his cobalt blue eyes. A glint that dared the man to act the fool when it might cost him a night in the Tank. It seemed that in his drunken haze even that registered in his mind. He glared at Aoren then glanced at Raven before pushing himself up swaying slightly. He stuck a finger in Aoren’s face slurring a warning.

“Yeah, well, I can get any other gal in here!” With that the man turned or rather stumbled away from the two of them. Aoren turned to Raven giving her a curious tilt of his head. He jerked his thumb after the drunkard.

“Who’s your friend?”

OOCThank you for being patient! I am sorry for the delay.

[Radiant]

Aoren :

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+1 XP
Intimidation	+1 XP
Reimancy	+1 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

Raven: Damsel In Distress

Subtle Use Of Air Reimancy

Loots

Raven :

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+1 XP
Rhetoric	+1 XP
Intimidation	+1 XP
Larceny	+1 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

Location: The Rearing Stallion

Aoren: Savior

Loots

Notes :

Too bad it fizzled out... oh well.

My radiance is not bright enough?

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