Solo [Heralds Arms] Noisy night and no sleep.

[Ferrin Al'Mandrikan]

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Ferrin

Summer of 515 AV day 89

Time is passing quickly by, and Ferrin can not be able to get any rest in the Heralds Arms. He has tried so many different ways of getting sleep, but the floor above and below him are loud and crowded. Tunes are able to be heard from performers and laughter and dancing, pounding, kicking and everything else is annoying Ferrins earn canals. He pushes over his cover on his bed and walks towards the nearest end table where it holds an oil lamp and his locket that shows his family standing together in the frame.

The room that Ferrin is currently in is dark and a little dreary, just how he likes it when he sleeps, but not when he is awake. Ferrins steps are a bit challenging with his bare feet and while walking in the tough wood. He found his locket on the table and lowered his body to a bending position to pick up his cloak that he has walked over accidentally. He pulls over the dark colored cloak around his shoulders and waist. Sliding in his arms into the sleeves. Remembering where he had found his locket he grabbed the locket and placed it carefully in one of his cloaks' pockets. "How loud can people be maybe I should just go downstairs and have a drink or two. That could possibly work. But I'm going to watch what I drink."
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Ferrin walks back towards the bed to gather up his shoes and sword. The young hunter unconcerned about his bow left it in its case in front of the base of the bed. The quiver with many arrows stacked in it left on top of the case with a few poking out and resting on the case as well. But that does not really matter right now. What really matters is what he needs for protection in case of any fights that get too serious. His boots are on the floor next to his bed and he picks them up to put them on his feet. Ferrin fastened his sword belt to his waist and attempts to hide his sheath under his cloak. With his necessities of protection, he moved with a faster pace toward the door with a little eagerness to get out of the one lonely room. Since summer is nearing to an end the room that he has been staying at for a few weeks was getting cooler, but not too cold and days of hunting in the wilderness was becoming a bit complicating.

Ferrin runs his palm on the front of the wooded door feeling for the carved handle. After a quick moment of searching he pulled down the handle along with it came out a click noise and Ferrin pushes open the door. The door pulls open with a few creaking sounds, but the sounds are muted by the enjoyment of the people who are on either floor.

His hands clamping onto the edge of the door, he closes the door tightly and locks it after retrieving his key from one of his pockets. Although there is not much to steal, he has always secured his living area. Ferrin walks downstairs to where the eatery and bar is built. Also, where most of the noise is coming from. Ferrin, and his clothes are a little damp still, from hunting in the forest. Nothing he had hunted for was not much of value for game, but he dropped off what little game he had found to the nearest butcher. Ferrin has gotten little coins from it, and that is alright with him.

Anyways he turns right around the bottom of the stairs to find people sitting at benches and stools. A few of the tables have a couple of empty mugs that was once filled with ale on top of them. Most were also covered with platters of remains of tonights meal. The bartender who chats with Ferrin frequently, spotted him quickly and waved him to come sit at the bar. Ferrin nodded and avoided contact with the drunken men and women. A beefy looking man dropped onto the floor directly in front of Ferrins walkway. But Ferrin had ignored it and chose to sit at a stool close to the bartender.


One of the hearths that is built in the corner, filling the room up with warmth and heat felt good on Ferrins body. The smell of perfume wafts through the room and pleases Ferrin since he does not need to smell the aroma of a drunken person's breath.

The young hunter, leans towards the counter to ask the male bartender, with blonde looking hair if he could get a drink of water since Ferrin usually would not drink ale or anything of the sorts. The bartender nods and walks over to the cabinet that holds the mugs and glasses. The bartender fills up the glass he took out of the cabinet and sides it towards Ferrin. The bartender leans over the counter to ask Ferrin if he wants anything to eat[color=#FF0000]"Would you be interested in a meal young Ferrin?" Ferrin takes a small swig of the water and gulps it down, he then nods with a small unsatisfied smile. Thinking about home. He just remembered that he should pay the owner for the weeks stay." Oh I just forgot, here is the ten gold for the week. I guess I don't really know how long I'm staying." The bartender nodded and smiled in forgiveness and took out the palm of his hand and placed it on the counter so Ferrin could take out the change and hand it too him.


Ferrins hand quickly reached in the pouch where it is located in his left cloak pocket and had swiftly acquired ten Gold rimmed Mizas out of his pouch. He hands the bartender the coins and glanced at the symbol that had been engraved on them. The symbol of the great tree of Sylrias. The great Windoak, the tree is the main reason to why; not only the Knights were created, but also Sylrias the city. Sylrias, the city of peace, but the Knights would bring peace to some unpleasing ways.

Ferrin hasn't encountered a rude Knight so far during his stay in Sylrias. He has been planning to keep it that way though. He has been looking for someone who would want to be his friend, but he isn't all that desperate. Ferrin also nods back to the bartender with a shake of his head bobbing up and down, and responds witop"What's for dinner tonight? " The bartender smiles and asks his cook to prepare a meal of their finest soup. Their soup is just a classic broth with tender meat and vegetables, but it is very mouth watery like and to die for.

The bartender tells Ferrin with a cleared throat,[color=#FF0000]"Well my young Ferrin, dinner as you know costs 5 Gold Mizas." The bartender chuckled a bit and smiled at his customers who are having a lot of enjoyment being drunk or drinking themselves, but others who are there would be upstairs on the third floor to enjoy the rest of the life and party.

Since it is later in the night most people who haven't drank themselves unconscious have left the Inn to go to their homes. Ferrin on the other hand pulls out his coins and bends them over to the bartender. But whenever the door opens Ferrin takes a glance with his glossy blue eyes to see who had stumbled in the Heralds Arms. Anyways, he has received the five Gold Mizas out of his pouch and handed them to the bartender with a slight smile.

The bartender smiles in return and asks Ferrin, "Not up to the enthusiasm eh? Also the dinner includes a fresh dessert and a drink if you need it." Ferrin nods an ok to the bartender, but he doesn't tell the bartender why he is a little gloomy tonight. It's probably because of the lack of sleep he has been getting, the nightmares he has about his family being murdered in their homes because they had agreed to manage their home city for the season.


But people who are outside of Kenash are not all entirely aware that he had left his home without notice, and left no trace to where he went. Ferrin happily eats his meal that has been brought forth to him where his food was poured into a ceramic bowl handcrafted by experts of the ceramic arts. The intricate feelings of the bowl felt rich and expensive to every touch.

As for the rest of the people, most of them are heading out of the building, while only a few people would come through the buildings front doors. It felt good that Ferrin could get some quiet time, unless trouble has come his way, but who knows. Ferrin is enjoying his meal and ignoring his surrounding for this hungry moment. His sword handle rubbing at his side barely affecting him as he continues to consume more of this lovely meal.

The bartender who is conversating with other customers is paying no shebeen m attention to Ferrin as that he knows that Ferrin won't cause much trouble. And the other employees are cleaning up tables for the next customers. So they are busying themselves with classic chores to keep them from boring themselves too exhaustion and tiredness to feel the energy flow through them.

Ferrin takes one mug of ale to drink with his dinner, but the only reason is because it is included with the meal and nothing else. He slowly drinks it on purpose so he doesn't make any mistakes with it. Still ignoring the other customers around him who seem to be ignoring him as well for the most part, the fire on the hearth still blazing warmth throughout the room is being watched by one of the employees of the Arms.

Ferrins blue glossy eyes staring down into the mug of ale which is slightly more then halfway full, Ferrin takes another sip and gently places the mug down on the counter, and goes back to finishing his soup.[[/color]

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"Pavi" | "Common" |"Tukant" |

[Ferrin Al'Mandrikan]

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Ferrin

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As the bartender is coming up with conversations with other customers, some who he knows, and others who are new too Sylrias. The hardwooded countertop that was recently cleaned earlier by the bartender has been disturbed by mugs of spilled ale that had come from a few drunken men who has knocked themselves unconscious with their heads dropped onto the counter adjacent to them.

Ferrin ignores the drunks and continues to chow down on the last few bites of his soup enjoying the savory taste of meat and vegetables. Not too long after he had continued eating a cloaked figure came to sit next to Ferrin. The features of this concealed figure were hard to distinguish, but it appears that he or she wants to be alone and could be tempting to get some trouble.

The cook came in the room with a ceramic bowl of soup. The bowl fresh from the stove releases a warm aroma and you could see steam coming up from the broth. She, the cook, quickly dropped off the bowl on the counter and strolled into the kitchen. Then the bartender who hasn't said anything walked back to the previous person that he had been chatting with.


Over by the fire lays a few arm chairs that is patted down with leather patches. A couple young looking people are having a conversation about something that Ferrin is not able to pick up. Ferrin doesn't pay too much attention to the young group, and has finished with the soup. Ferrin pushes his bowl away from him and waved his left hand to the bartender and then he slides off of his seat. Ferrin walks back upstairs to his room knowing that it has gotten to be more quiet, but is he just going back to bed?


As Ferrin walks back upstairs the hooded figure took a quick glance at him from their seat. And turns back to eating his meal. The mysterious figure quickly finished the bowl and copied Ferrin by pushing the bowl away, afterwards the figure had walked upstairs too where Ferrins room would be.


On the other hand, Ferrin is gathering his hunting supplies, but leaves his pack in the room. He could care less about the pack because he holds all of his valuables inside his pocket or he keeps them with him most of the time. The bow case open in front of bed lies there motionless, until Ferrin closed it. He picks up his quiver and swings it around his shoulder. Now, Ferrin is ready too go hunting. He walks back to the closed door and opens it. Ignoring the open bow case, he locks the door behind him after closing it with a creek or two and he accidentally bummed into the same figure that was sitting next too him. that looks like the same person. That's weird. Ferrin cleared his throat,"Oh I'm sorry about that." The figure nods his concealed head and walks towards the third level while Ferrin walks downstairs to go hunting once more.

Ferrin strides towards the main door and pushes it open then stepping into the darkened street he was on his way to the Woods. Thinking about that hooded character. What is that person doing here? And what could they want?


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"Pavi" | "Common"
"Tukant"

[Ferrin Al'Mandrikan]

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Sylrias Streets Outside of Heralds Arms

It's dark, but still busy with bustling people who are eager to finish what they need to do. No children can be seen on the streets late this night and every other building has no light coming forth showing others that they do not want to be disturbed. Ferrin closed the main entrance to the Heralds Arms with his hands. His longbow and quiver strapped too one of both shoulders.

Ferrin sighed with a frown, normally he would stay at the Heralds Arms to assist with the cleaning but he doesn't want any money for helping out though. The stone walkways are weathered down by the harsh summer rains, but summer has been neared to an end. Fall, one of Ferrins favorite seasons. Will be returning once again to the land of Mizahar, cool air, and modest temperatures, Ferrin won't be able to forget that feel of the fall breeze pushing against his warm heated body.

Ferrin still can not believe that all of these people here in Sylrias still roam the cobblestone streets. He isn't used to the business of these type of cities, though he is one of those people who would Hi with the flow normally. A few people have bumped into him on his way to the main gates, luckily he did not lose any possessions. His bag is still in the room, but he can hear all his precious valuables within his cloak pocket. As well as everyone else's, their clothes making clinking sounds and bags making swishing sounds as people walk on by.

Ferrin makes a few twists and turns traveling through memorized roads and pathways filled with people and buildings. He has reached the gate finally and asks one of the nearest guards, "I will be only a bit just wanted to go hunting to cool off my mind can I go through?"

The guard nodded to a level of satisfaction and motioned his hand to Ferrin to pass. Ferrin smiles and nods back to the guard, "thank you sir." And Ferrin happily continues his stroll to the woods. Without any light, but it does not matter to him he knows his way back now since he has been hunting here for a few weeks.

As the city gets smaller in sight, his thoughts sink deeper still confused about that mysterious man or woman. But hunting will be able to take his mind off things.


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"Pavi" | "Common and Tukant"

[Ferrin Al'Mandrikan]

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Ferrin, Bronze Woods, midnight.

The woods have a haunting look too it in the middle of night, the trees could seem like they are playing tricks with you. As Ferrin walks through the dense woods he shifts his head side to side scanning for possible game. Maybe he can finally catch something today? Although he doesn't know how to trap, he knows how to shoot a bow from many yards away.

Ferrin picks his steps carefully since he does not want to alert any dangerous predators, and with this season, most can be very aggressive. Hoping that none of the aggressive animals come with in his space. Otherwise he can react quickly with a bow.

The night grows darker still, trees looking like devil pitch forks sticking out from the ground and reaching out too the pitch dark sky. Ferrins abdomen rumbles in fear as he heard another animal sound, a sound of the pack of wolves getting closer to him. Ferrin started in a trot then broke into a run ignoring all of the rocks and logs jumping over them as best he could until he feels that he has gotten away from them. But in reality you can not escape a whole pack of wolves.

Ferrin stumbled over a boulder trying to jump but he slipped on the top of the huge rock and his quiver fell. Arrows falling as so does Ferrin, when Ferrin fell on the ground he ended up scraping his knees. Luckily his bow is not damaged and his sword, but his arrows are everywhere scattered throughout the dark of where he has fallen. He grunts in disgust, scraped pants, and these are his only pair. Now he has to go shopping for more clothes.

Anyways he picks up as much arrows and luckily gathered up all of them in a short amount of time. The wolves don't sound to close now, maybe Ferrin should give up the night hunt and go back to the Inn.

Ferrin walks back to the Kabrin Road to travel on a more clear path. After all that running Ferrin has gotten hungry maybe the Innkeeper had saved his dessert? Dessert sounds good and a glass of cool water, or wine maybe, be doesn't normally drink, but he likes a change of pace. But not like this kind of change where he is the prey.

After a few long moments of walking he had found the dirt trailed path leading two directions. The Kabrin Road he thought, beautiful in the morning, but deadly at night. No more hunting at night I guess. Ferrin walks back towards the Sylrias main gates with the sounds of predatory animal sounds trailing behind him.

What a noisy night tonight, Ferrin thought with a sigh of utter disgust. He frowned thinking of home and his father and mother. They are probably worried to death about them. Maybe they have concluded their term if being the council. It has been long enough, Ferrin left just a day after things had been chaos. He hoped that they will be alright and his brother Durin.

Up ahead he noticed lights coming forth from the gates of Sylrias. He smiled a sign of relief knowing that he will be better off sleeping then dead in the forest. He rushed to to the gates and stopped in the paved ground where it held the enormous iron bars blocking the the entrance to the city of peace.

Ferrin exhales breaths with panting measures, he walked towards to one of the guards standing on duty. He taps the guard on the metal armor lightly, with his forefinger. "Excuse me sir but I'll be coming back in now." Ferrin traced his right knee blood came forth from it and it looks somewhat alright.

He stood upright waiting for a response, the guard looked up and smiled through the steel helmet and waved his hand to his other companions."Very well walk on through, just keep an eye out for any mysterious business. And report it to the office, we will be able to take care of it and enjoy your stay in Sylrias." Ferrin nods as he walks through the open gate.

The streets are more quiet now, a lot less people roaming around the dark streets and alleys. Buildings seemingly inactive with there lights out, after a few turns and Ferrin has found the Heralds Arms and pulled open the door. Not much people can be seen, but small candles light up the room placed on every other wooden table.

Ferrin walks through the eatery and upstairs back to his room. He unlocks his door ignoring his surroundings and places his things down gently with exhaustion and soreness. He takes off his cloak and boots and dropped onto the bed, the blood dried, it won't leave any stains on the comfy bedsheets.

That seems to be the end of tonight. Ferrin swimmingly drifts off to a deep slumber.

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"Pavi" | "Common"
"Tukant"

[Sayana]

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Ferrin

Skills

• Observation: 4
• Planning: 1
• Socialization: 2
• Rhetoric: 2
• Land Navigation: 2
• Stealth: 1
• Running: 1
• Acrobatics: 1
• Endurance: 1

Lores

• Location: Herald's Arms
• Location: Kabrin Road
• Land Navigation: Using a road to avoid getting lost

Comments: Cute little thread. Note, usually on Mizahar we use the past tense to write our posts. Also, if Ferrin was going out at night, it would be nearly impossible to see well enough to run, let alone jump over rocks. Particularly since he's traversing a forest.

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