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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 14, 2017 11:34:13 GMT
Dark red liquid swirled freely in the palm of Niera's hand as she breathed a heavy sigh, the last few days had been a massacre and she'd been doing what she could to gain reconnaissance of the human King's intentions. Fleeting like the touch of sand that sieved through the very cracks of her fingers, the King had gotten away before they had the chance to properly apprehend him. The threat of war loomed over the kingdom like a dark cloud and the warrior need a drink for the evening. In light of these events, the supplier she had found for herbs was unlikely to do any further business with her and the wildwood flower was a difficult specimen to get a hold of in the dangerous reaches. The harsh environment only allowed the strongest or most poisonous herbs to grow, there were few that held gentler healing or calming properties like the flowers that could be found in Embri. Reprieve took many forms and tonight the warrior had chosen to drink alone. She had been too long in the discomfort of her new commander's company, although there was a level of respect that lingered between them there was still cause for tensions that she wasn't yet ready to dispel. Somewhere in the backdrops of her subconscious she thought she could hear the sounds of people drinking, laughing, even fighting one another in the various corners of the dimly lit tavern. For all the noise that bustled and brawled behind her, the lieutenant paid no heed. Dressed for nothing more than an evening out as a well paid civilian, Niera had instead used a less precarious opportunity to indulge herself in wearing a satin dress that clung to her frame, accentuating her features and clear jewellery to match. " Another," she insisted, lifting her glass to drink the last drop of wine from her glass " a little older this time." The barman offered her a sly smile and took the glass from her with a nod "Coming right up." Robbed of anything to amuse herself the warrior finally turned to look at the crowd that surrounded her, in some corners she could see eyes watching her like hawks and in others she could see human whores casually easing themselves upon men's laps. Intimacy was a luxury that Niera had saved for a man worthy of her devotion, a thing that she believed was not to just be handed so freely to anybody. " Interested?" the barman passed her glass, intruding on her train of thought. " No," Niera shook her head and turned to man standing behind the counter with a sorrowful smile " baffled." Meridious Risgar |
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Post by Meridious Risgar on Oct 14, 2017 22:12:19 GMT
His gait was fervent, giving cause for passerbys to part the way for him as he made his way to the Gilded Squirrell Tavern - one of the more popular establishments among the folk. Meridious’s mind was far from easy, a melting pot of sour memories at current. The ballroom massacre had happened. Conspiracy theories were running rampant. The King had scathed him and removed him of his white cloak for two weeks unpaid suspension. It was one big giant mess and he needed something to dull the senses. He entered the tavern clad in a white Cambric shirt that fit his 6’2”, 200 pound frame well, complemented with black britches and boots. The attire was made of fine quality but still a far cry from the high coined armor and clothing he was normally seen in as a knight and now a King’s Guard. Still, it did not take long for the locals to recognize him and begin cheering the Sword of Mars as they dubbed him long ago. ”MER-RID-IOUS!
MER-RID-IOUS!
MER-RID-IOUS!”Before long the venue gave up their voice in reverence to the man who felt he didn’t deserve it, the usual feeling he got when such a thing of celebrity happened. On this night it went doubly so, to the point he felt an odd sense of offense to it. Stopping midway through his trek to the row of stools at the counter, he uncharacteristically snapped at them, ”FAMILIES ARE STILL PUTTING THEIR LOVED ONES IN THE GROUND AS WE SPEAK AND YOU CHANT MY NAME??? I DIDN’T DO A DAMN THING!” His booming voice brought about a cowed silence among them. He took a deep breath and felt a bit of shame in his outburst, then spoke again yet this time lower but with just as much conviction. ”The names of the dead should be on your lips tonight, not mine. Sing the praises of how they once lived. Leave me out of it.” He left it at that and ventured on, coming to a sit upon the nearest counter perch. The noise from the crowd picked back up some, but not near the raucous as when he’d entered. The barkeep quickly made his way to him, flopping a rag over shoulder. ”The usual, Ser Meridious? Goat’s Milk?”The old man’s bushy white brows shot up upon asking the question. He wasn’t sure how to gauge Meridious at the moment. ”Or.. Something stronger?”Meridious rubbed his chin, words eluding him for a good space of seconds. ”Just.. Give me everything.” He finally answered, and pointed at the containers of all the establishment’s liquids." Niera Venrali insert code here[/i][/i] |
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 21, 2017 11:52:14 GMT
Roaring cheers of words that held little meaning other than the name of a man that Niera had heard once before; Meridious. With every cry of his name the crimson colours of the room became more and more vibrant in the dull candlelight. With every second that passed the drumming of the patrons hands grew louder against the wood that smacked against their flesh and bone. Each individual, screaming and ignorant to the value of their lives as they praised a killer. Turning to watch the man's announced arrival, the immortal lieutenant's crystalline blue hues focused on anything but the man that sat broodingly at her side. Words of disdain fled his lips and within an instant silence halted them all. Where words were not good enough for people to speak the solemn understanding of shame crept over the jovial faces that attempted to cheer on the knightly celebrity for his hard work. Niera's steady cool gaze flickered back to the man in question, studying him with a touch of curiosity for the truth behind his tired eyes. Maybe one of the few that had not participated in rambunctious cheering, the lady found herself quietly observing a stranger whose respect for the dead rivalled her own. " Everything?" words like liquid silk left her lips as her attention trained back onto her own glass, snorting her amusement " You're brave man, Sir Meridious." Impressed by the dexterity of the barman's urgency the Lieutenant followed the man that hurriedly poured drinks, motion after swift, precise motion tilting the liquor into different glasses and handing them off to the hero that requested them. " ...And possibly much more of a fool," she added, taking a sip of her drink. Surrendered to the slow, pleasurable intoxication of the fruity wine on her tongue she could feel its warmth spread through her body, eliciting an odd tingle through her fingertips. " Perhaps I am equally so." Meridious Risgar |
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Post by Meridious Risgar on Oct 26, 2017 16:57:26 GMT
Meridious’s hand tapped the counter impatiently, even as Luth, the barkeep, worked wonderfully fast with the request. One by one Luth slid the drinks over to him and by the time he poured another one, Meridious had emptied the container down his gullet. The lady who sat beside him remarked with her questioning of his ‘everything’ request, an act that earned her nothing more than a side eye glance and a quip, ”Oh, so are you going to judge me now too? Well go ahead. It’s judge Meridious day.” The words she spake next, of him being brave, gave him pause mid hike to mouth. ”You have excellent judgment. Too bad you’re not royalty around here.” And with that he downed that one too, relishing the burning of his chest from the firewater. He wasn’t much of a drinker. He’d partake in it on special occasions such as a brethren being knighted or being made a kept man by some lucky lady. Other than that? He could do without. Luth knew this of him and gazed upon him wearily, wanting to implore him about this unusual behaviour. The blonde spoke before he could. Her statement about him being a fool amused him for reasons he couldn’t put a thumb on. ”Even a taker of the oath can be foolish one day out of the year, yeah?” He finally turned toward her, getting a full measure of the ocean eyed femme fatale. The recognition hit him as she added on about her foolishness too. ”Hey, I remember you. You’re one of Commander Con-” He didn’t finish the sentence. With everything so sensitive, so fresh from the terror, and all the conspiracies afoot about anyone and everyone of a race were the ones responsible, he didn’t want to bring that down upon her or himself. He thought poorly of the Immortal King, but the Commander was a solid man in his eyes. One of the few good immortals. If she was an officer of his, she stood to gain a measure of respect from him. Replying to her earlier remark about being foolish like him, he nodded and grabbed the next drink slid to him. ”You’re only foolish for drinking the weak stuff.” He motioned to her fruity little drink and pushed the untouched mug of the stronger stuff to her. ”We were both there and dealing with it now. Seems like you feel a lot like a look.” aka like shit is what he meant. ”So drink up, we’ve earned a night of foolishness.” He scooped up his drink and offered a small toast toward her, ”What brings you to this specific watering hole? Some people are eyeing you like you’re a sweet treat.”. He gave a subtle head gesture behind her. Niera Venrali |
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 27, 2017 8:39:51 GMT
Initially tongue tied in the chaotic reality of his own thoughts, the foreign soldier's reaction to Niera seemed little more than a tantrum to the immortal lieutenant. Whatever issue the young man had with receiving judgement from others was far from her own and she hadn't come drinking to wrestle with the frightened emotions of a child. He spoke of the bloody red ball as if it were some massive, unassuming event that changed the very fabric of the reality that surrounded him. Though in her mind, there was something very natural in the way blood had been spilt that day. As if the very essence of nature had come to show all the races an aspect of their true selves that lay bellowing beneath the surface of their hearts, an aspect that frightened them all. With love so came the need to protect it, the need to hate and with survival so came the need to have more, to thrive and submit to the greed that so naturally drove each individual to claim their lives. " I'm sorry for your heart," she whispered cryptically into her glass as she took another sip of rich wine. Finally he turned to meet her and she to met him, face to face without presumption of what they might be on either side a battlefield. An old and a new soul drawn to the same needs whether they were required to love or hate each other in the name of the ones they loved. Meridious had almost named her under her commander. It had not been uncommon for others to recognise her due to the status of her superior, he appeared to be a popular man. And she, a woman who despite her loyalty had remained to be nothing but a shadow hidden in stories as the maiden that support the hero, offered him a sword or fed him back to health; always blonde and blue eyed. Lifted by his humour Niera offered the man a smile, despite the pain behind words the man was trying and that was all that anyone could expect from him " Maybe I should use better cleansing products," her eyes fell back to her drink. There was a sorrowful distance in the reflection of her eyes for the hundreds, thousands of lives that she'd watched come and go. Some even because of her own mistakes. Nothing joyful came of war, despite how necessary its evil was. "What brings you to this specific watering hole? Some people are eyeing you like you’re a sweet treat."They were? Niera turned around to see several long, suggestive stares of individuals that she had never seen before and gingerly lowered her hand onto her thigh ready to pull the dagger strapped beneath her dress. She had never been good at discerning people's intentions when it came to courting and never assumed anybody of any kind of background or race would ever see her in such a light. Ignorance was either bliss or danger, whatever the figures wanted from her they would receive over her corpse. " I'm used to people looking at me," the lieutenant admitted, straightening in her chair " some of them intend to watch, some of them intend to kill and the rest baffle me." " Although..." warmth kindled in the cool of her icy hues as a whisper of laughter escaped her lungs " I am the lucky old lady conversing with their hero after all. You draw a fair amount of eyes in search of a 'strong' man's adoration." Niera winked, placing dramatic emphasis on her words as she relished in the momentary sanctity of a simplistic conversation that hadn't been bound by her duties. It had been too long. Meridious Risgar |
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Post by Meridious Risgar on Nov 28, 2017 16:50:29 GMT
When she smiled he grinned too. ”You should wear it more often.” Although his attempt to toast was rejected, he knew why. She was the isolated type. Down in the dumps. Probably not in the mood. His eyes moved swiftly, in tune with her hand’s movement toward the dagger strapped to her thigh. On instinct, Meridious’s hand moved in tandem and met hers on the thigh. “ Hey, calm down. They mean you no harm. I take it you’re not a people person?” He tried to ease the tension with a laugh. ”Those suggestive looks are of admiration and, yes, longing. You’re quite tall. Quite leggy. Quite pretty. In comparison to your counterparts.” He gave subtle head gestures here and there, pointing out the other women in the establishment whom were her lesser, not that they were unattractive by any means. He listened as she replied with some much needed levity. ”Well, I don-” His sentence was interrupted by Millie Mae Cadaresh, a young, very young, probably too young to be in a tavern young, red haired little lady with a big voice. ”MERIDIOUS! Have you finally come to court me?”With her call she grabbed Meridious’ hand and arm, pushing it away from the gorgeous blonde’s thigh and interposed herself between the two in an overt and territorial type of way. She faced him, flicking her long, thick red tresses as far as she could toward the blonde who had nabbed Meridious’s attention - and had robbed that attention from her. Mille gazed at the hero expectantly. He beamed with fake surprise and happiness, ”Millie! Nice to see you!” , and wagged his finger in a shaming (but playful) way to her. ”I’ve told you the rule about me courting you. I can’t do it until you’re old enough.” She didn’t like it, and stamped her foot on the floor to let him know it. ”I’m old enough to be bed down and made a kept woman daggumit.””And I’m still old enough to be your dad.” He replied with the politest smile. She frowned and decided to take out her rejection on the blonde. Millie spun to her, eyed her with a bitch face, then scooped up the stiff drink the lady had refused to partake in after Meridious offered it, and drank it in one gulp. Impressive. She slammed it on the counter as if she’d just won a challenge between the two and sauntered toward the bard who was getting his instruments ready to play, and she looked back advising Meridious she’d be requesting a dance with him shortly since he wouldn’t court her. He nodded and turned his attention back to the immortal soldier. ”My apologies. I pulled her out from a creek when she was 13. She was drowning. She swore it was love at first sight when she came to.”
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