Timestamp : Morning, 50th of Fall, 513 AV
The roar of the crowd erupted from the stands as the warrior hit the ground with his defeat splattered around on the floor he lay on and marks of dishonour blazoned across his chest in a great slashing design. The victor raised a bloody longsword above his head and was responded by more cheering from the crowd. It had truly been a masterful spectacle to watch, the skill and precision of swordsman as he disarmed the convicted murderer, the jeers from the crowd as he scrambled on the floor trying to flee from judgement even resorting to begging before the blade had silence him. His body was silently being dragged off as the swordsman continued to feast on the admiration from the crowd but by then Davus had already sulked off, the excitement of battle was over and he had no love glory seekers. But even some part of him had been impressed by his mastery of the sword, the way he controlled the blade with such fluidity and finesse, almost like a dancer seemed to spark something within him. "Then again" He reminded himself "That bastard did just cost me three silvers", he thought a murderer capable of taking down two Akalaks would have lasted at least five chimes but no; the fight was over even quicker than the trial that man probably received. The loss of his money continued to occupy his thoughts as he made his way back to the Kulkukan inn, which no doubt would be full of patrons discussing the fight.
"Pay up" His backside had hardly touched the seat before the words spilt from Nystir's lips "Three silvers, and don't pretend you don't have the money on you because your room is just upstairs.
"Fine" He said through clenched teeth "Take your bloody sliver" He slammed the three coins down onto the countertop "Now get me a drink already!"
"Someone is a sore loser, you should never bet what you can't stand to lose" He said curtly as he pushed the tankard away and the silver coins towards him "I still can't believe you thought that pathetic bit human scum was even going to last five chimes against an Akalak"
Ignoring the jibe at humans Davus replied "He took down two of your kind so I assumed he would be a better fighter then that, of course he might have been if he was actually given some decent armour and weapons not just some rags and a sword so rusted I thought if he had actually got a hit in it would have disintegrated or were your fellow Akalaks scared he might actually win?"
"By Wysar keep comments like that to yourself!" He exclaimed as he looked around to see if anyone had heard but fortunately the rabble of tavern meant no-one had "Remember that bastard killed two Akalak's and while it may have escaped your attention you are currently in a city with nearly five thousand of them, I know you think you can handle yourself in a fight and I faith that in a brawl you could come out of it the victor, but you don't want a reputation of a Akalak hater in this city" He warned, placing emphasis on the five thousand.
Silence hung between them as Davus set about emptying his tankard while Nystir filled other patrons' up before the Svefra asked tentatively "You Akalaks are quite aggressive, aren't you"
"Aggressive? This coming from the man whose race means that any imports that come by sea, has to come from a ship crewed by Svefra or it has to have paid homage to their main god. We are not aggressive; we just value strength and discipline. Most of us train from the day we are born to fight, there are too few of us left so all so those who remain can't afford to be weak."
"You train from birth?" He said with a raised eyebrow "Who teaches you?"
"Varies I suppose" He answered scratching his chin as he contemplated the answer "Generally the child in question will either be sent to a trainer or be tutored by his parents depending on their profession, then if he completes Rite of Trial at around fifteen he can choose any profession he wishes and there is nearly always an Akalak to train him, well here in Riverfall of course"
"And what if say, a human wanted to learn the art of combat? Who would they approach?" He asked nonchalantly
"Well there a number of trainers that would happily train a human but I suppose I would recommend Soryn Vohlkhul for you"
" Soryn Vohlkhul" He repeated "What's he like?
"Well... Very blunt, aggressive, traditional. He also is quite dismissive of other races except for Svefra weirdly"
"Weirdly? What do you mean by that?" He asked defensively
"No, no I don't mean it like that. Well I sort of do, you have to admit you are a weird bunch it just that it is strange he is not fond of other humans but likes your lot. He did spend quite a lot of his youth exploring the Suvan Sea, no doubt with some of your ancestors"
"Where can I find him?"
"Erm, I think he owns one of the apartments on the Kuahala Estate" Davus downed the last of his ale and left quickly without saying goodbye "Tells him Nystir sent you" He called out as Davus slammed the tavern door.
The roar of the crowd erupted from the stands as the warrior hit the ground with his defeat splattered around on the floor he lay on and marks of dishonour blazoned across his chest in a great slashing design. The victor raised a bloody longsword above his head and was responded by more cheering from the crowd. It had truly been a masterful spectacle to watch, the skill and precision of swordsman as he disarmed the convicted murderer, the jeers from the crowd as he scrambled on the floor trying to flee from judgement even resorting to begging before the blade had silence him. His body was silently being dragged off as the swordsman continued to feast on the admiration from the crowd but by then Davus had already sulked off, the excitement of battle was over and he had no love glory seekers. But even some part of him had been impressed by his mastery of the sword, the way he controlled the blade with such fluidity and finesse, almost like a dancer seemed to spark something within him. "Then again" He reminded himself "That bastard did just cost me three silvers", he thought a murderer capable of taking down two Akalaks would have lasted at least five chimes but no; the fight was over even quicker than the trial that man probably received. The loss of his money continued to occupy his thoughts as he made his way back to the Kulkukan inn, which no doubt would be full of patrons discussing the fight.
"Pay up" His backside had hardly touched the seat before the words spilt from Nystir's lips "Three silvers, and don't pretend you don't have the money on you because your room is just upstairs.
"Fine" He said through clenched teeth "Take your bloody sliver" He slammed the three coins down onto the countertop "Now get me a drink already!"
"Someone is a sore loser, you should never bet what you can't stand to lose" He said curtly as he pushed the tankard away and the silver coins towards him "I still can't believe you thought that pathetic bit human scum was even going to last five chimes against an Akalak"
Ignoring the jibe at humans Davus replied "He took down two of your kind so I assumed he would be a better fighter then that, of course he might have been if he was actually given some decent armour and weapons not just some rags and a sword so rusted I thought if he had actually got a hit in it would have disintegrated or were your fellow Akalaks scared he might actually win?"
"By Wysar keep comments like that to yourself!" He exclaimed as he looked around to see if anyone had heard but fortunately the rabble of tavern meant no-one had "Remember that bastard killed two Akalak's and while it may have escaped your attention you are currently in a city with nearly five thousand of them, I know you think you can handle yourself in a fight and I faith that in a brawl you could come out of it the victor, but you don't want a reputation of a Akalak hater in this city" He warned, placing emphasis on the five thousand.
Silence hung between them as Davus set about emptying his tankard while Nystir filled other patrons' up before the Svefra asked tentatively "You Akalaks are quite aggressive, aren't you"
"Aggressive? This coming from the man whose race means that any imports that come by sea, has to come from a ship crewed by Svefra or it has to have paid homage to their main god. We are not aggressive; we just value strength and discipline. Most of us train from the day we are born to fight, there are too few of us left so all so those who remain can't afford to be weak."
"You train from birth?" He said with a raised eyebrow "Who teaches you?"
"Varies I suppose" He answered scratching his chin as he contemplated the answer "Generally the child in question will either be sent to a trainer or be tutored by his parents depending on their profession, then if he completes Rite of Trial at around fifteen he can choose any profession he wishes and there is nearly always an Akalak to train him, well here in Riverfall of course"
"And what if say, a human wanted to learn the art of combat? Who would they approach?" He asked nonchalantly
"Well there a number of trainers that would happily train a human but I suppose I would recommend Soryn Vohlkhul for you"
" Soryn Vohlkhul" He repeated "What's he like?
"Well... Very blunt, aggressive, traditional. He also is quite dismissive of other races except for Svefra weirdly"
"Weirdly? What do you mean by that?" He asked defensively
"No, no I don't mean it like that. Well I sort of do, you have to admit you are a weird bunch it just that it is strange he is not fond of other humans but likes your lot. He did spend quite a lot of his youth exploring the Suvan Sea, no doubt with some of your ancestors"
"Where can I find him?"
"Erm, I think he owns one of the apartments on the Kuahala Estate" Davus downed the last of his ale and left quickly without saying goodbye "Tells him Nystir sent you" He called out as Davus slammed the tavern door.
