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Post by Tharan II Dralínson on Nov 3, 2017 6:13:49 GMT
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[attr="class","postsection"]The soft morning rays were beginning to filter through the trees and danced on the forest floor, like small dancing fae. The morning air was fresh, the mild scents of the forest were carried on the small breeze which made it way through the trees every now and then. A small campsite was set up some way from the path through the forest, as to avoid any unwanted attention. The campsite consisted of a grey pony tied to a branch, the remains of a fire and what appeared to be a small, sleeping figure. If you didn't look too hard and only saw the back of the dwarf you could almost mistake him for a golden-haired girl sleeping alone in the forest. Now that would be dangerous. Luckily, Tharan was anything but a young maiden on her own. A bird in the treetops started to sing, greeting the autumn sun, as it rose. It woke the dwarf, who sat up with a bewildered expression on his face. He had been lost in a pleasant dream about home. He did sometimes miss the hardy people he called family, he didn't meet many dwarves outside of Airen, so he sometimes considered going home just to enjoy their company and the ridiculous long conversations about metals, gemstones and how the trade was faring. It might seem stereotypical, but there was a reason for them, they were true in most cases. The short man sat up ran his rough hands over his face. He pushed the animal fur aside and pulled on his boots before getting up. His storm grey eyes looked around in the early morning light, the darkness still lingered and the soft morning light was not yet strong enough to illuminate the forest adequately for the dwarf to feel he could leave his camp for a minute or two to go was his face in a creek. So he grabbed his dwarfish sword and went down to the creek, which ran a small distance away. Still at a safe distance from the main path. The leaves crunched lightly underfoot, a sound which seemed even louder in the quiet morning air, but it didn't make the dwarf tread any lighter. He might only just be four feet and six inches, but he would fight anyone. Even a dragon, though they were more or less extinct.
He reached the small creek and crouched down with one knee on the ground. He placed his sword beside him, pushed the sleeves of his white shirt up around his elbows before leaning over the clear water and splashing the cold, but refreshing, water on his face. [attr="class","stockbg2"]OOC: Early morning. Lux Volkov [newclass=".stockbg"]width:400px;height:550px;background-image:url('https://img.fotor.com/share/1483731187597WYP.jpg');[/newclass] [newclass=".stocktext"]text-align:justify;font-family:'Montserrat',sans-serif;height:455px;background-color:rgba(64, 64, 64, 0.3);padding:20px;color:#e1e1e1;[/newclass] [newclass=".stockbg2::-webkit-scrollbar"]width:4px;[/newclass] [newclass=".stockbg2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]background-color:transparent;[/newclass] [newclass=".stockbg2"]padding:10px;background-color:rgba(64, 64, 64, 0.3);color:#e1e1e1;text-align:center;font-size:8pt;height:35px;font-family:'Montserrat',sans-serif;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".postsection::-webkit-scrollbar"]width:4px;[/newclass] [newclass=".postsection::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]background-color:#b1b1b1;[/newclass] [newclass=".postsection"]margin-top:20px;height:395px;overflow:auto;padding-right:10px;background-color:rgba(64, 64, 64, 0.3);[/newclass]
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Post by Lux Volkov on Nov 3, 2017 7:54:21 GMT
Nighttime was perhaps the hardest for Lux. Feeling so utterly alone and vulnerable left her nerves fried and bags under her blue eyes come morning. She could hardly sleep in the daytime either, as if expecting another predator to snatch her from the darkness again. She would have flown and perched high in a tree for some semblance of safety. But her wings were still ragged and missing chunks of the feather-like tissue that would eventually grow back with time and better nutrition. Her hair as well was limp and lifeless. The shoulder length golden locks appearing to have no precise style other than a rough cut. At least she had the dress given to her by the kind farmer's wife. The whole cut for her wings let the cold kiss her pale skin. The scars and fresh wounds that were in various stages of healing could be seen if one peered closely but her wings concealed the worst of it.
Indeed her entire body looked as if she had been through rough times. The more nobby parts of her apendages appearing scraped and raw, such as her wrists and knuckles. Bruises covered her arms as well, the purple and yellow like the mottling of marble. But it was perhaps her blue eyes that revealed the true depths of her pain. Indeed her body would heal in time. None of the wounds were life threatening. The scrapes would probably look better in a week. And the bruises would eventually fade. Mental wounds were much harder to heal. Lux was in a better mental state than she had been just a few days prior. Her wandering had allowed her to meet someone who had helped ground her a bit. Make her feel like less of a ghost wandering among the living.
Another sleepless night had brought her to the nearby stream early. Her large wings curling around her frail shoulders for warmth. She reached one hand into the cool crystal clear water, cupping it she brought it to her lips to drink. Then shaking her fingers to dry them she rubbed just a bit of the moisture on her face to help wake her. It was hard to be alert and aware when she hardly slept. She was so sleepy that she hadn't even noticed the dwarven man who had arrived at the stream before her and was maybe fifteen or so feet away splashing his face with water. That was what caught her attention. The soft cry of the water as it fell back to the stream. Lux was kneeling. Her tall willowy frame bent to be near the water but seeing him she straightened. Her wings curling tighter around her body as if to shield her from potential danger.
He appeared to be alone but she knew he could easily be a part of a group camping nearby. Not wanting him to look up and suddenly see her staring at him like a total fool a single soft word was forced between her lips. Possibly not even loud enough to carry the short distance between them over the gently rippling water. "Hello." Her chest was pounding, her breathing uneven and catching with any slight movement he made. She felt like the deer who had just alerted a predator that she was near. It felt dangerous, foolish. But she couldn't just keep staring at him...what if he angered him? He was dwarven and had a large sword at his side. Small in stature or not he was undoubtedly very strong. She tried to find something else to say. What didn't normal people talk about? Her thin lips parted as it to speak again but she hesitated. In the end she just stood from where she had knelt at the waters edge. Her tin fingers pulling her wings tighter around her knobby shoulders as if they were a shawl.
"Cold morning...." Hardly a conversation starter but it was something. Hopefully he didn't try to come toward her, hopefully he wasn't like those people had been. Lux was well aware that the world was a mix of good and bad. But she had never been great at coin flips.
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Post by Tharan II Dralínson on Nov 4, 2017 10:05:23 GMT
The whisper of a voice, which reached the dwarf's ears had barely med him turn his head, for a long second he considered it to be a mistake and simply be his mind playing a trick on him, morphing the singing of the creek and the quiet into words. But when he turned his gaze towards the other bank he saw small, frail girl. She had something wrapped around her, kneeling on the other bank, almost staring. It couldn't be that unusual to see a dwarf around here... He returned his gaze toward the clear water and submerged his hands in to rub off any soot and other lingering dirt from preparing the camp and tending to the fire yesterday evening. The small frame spoke again. Her voice was small and insecure. She drew his calm gaze once again and this time he got a better look at her. She looked tormented. Her pale blue eyes seemed to have achieved new depths through whatever she had gone through. They spoke of pain, loss, defeat and so much more he couldn't read in the seconds he held her gaze. She had draped herself in feathers, a dress and her skin were decorated with bruises of different colours and stages of healing. He felt worry and a hint of protectiveness rise up within him. He hated to see people hurt, most men could take it, but the things some women went through had him gritting his teeth with rage. The things some men did to women had him wishing for more power to them, for them to be able to be just as intimidating as men could be with their large stature and broad shoulders. Tharan had seen women with the confidence and strength to give some of the men in taverns and other places a taste of the fire which burned within them. But.. he had seen more women with the thoughts that the males of the community were above them and they would only get anywhere in life if they had an absurdly strong magical ability or if they married a man. It was unfair and from the look of the state his company was in, she fell into the latter group. He gave her a small, warm and, most of all, friendly smile. "A cold morning indeed. Hopefully, it will get warmer. " His voice was still raspy from waking up, but otherwise it was warm and welcoming. He shook his hands and the drops cascaded into the creek to create small ripples. His stormgrey eyes were once again on the water as he got up from his kneeling position, picking up the broad, dark sword, which was easily the length of his own arm. He couldn't help looking at the blond stranger again. Did she have a camp nearby? Most importantly, a fire? She looked as if she could start shaking like a leaf at any moment, so the next couple of words came easy and rolled off his with a small smile tugging at one end of his mouth. "Would you like a bowl of soup? I have leftovers from yesterday and I can't carry it with me. It would be a shame to throw it out" He looked at her, hoping she wouldn't feel that he was trying to pressure her into accepting a bowl of warm meat and mushrooms.
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Post by Lux Volkov on Nov 5, 2017 7:58:31 GMT
Lux had nodded in response to his words, feeling slightly proud of herself for speaking at all. But then he started to move standing and grabbing his sword. The movement while expected was still sudden and left her falling back on her ass with her ragged wings extending to each side of her in a sudden painful flourish. She winced at the weak muscles being forced to act and bit down on her lip as she forced them to fold again. The long stretch of them curling in each side to lay against her back. An assortment of tiny fuzzy bits of wing matter falling to float in the stream before her. She had startled like quail surprised by a hunter as they stumbled through the brush. Her wings flapping outward as if to save herself from danger. But they couldn't they were torn and mangled, bits falling away from malnutrition. But one day she would fly again. With time.
Soup.
She hadn't eaten since Cendra and that had been a couple days. She could have started a fire. Gathered mushrooms and edible plants. But she hadn't. Smoke from a fire could draw unwanted attention. Lux didn't want to make a big signal to anyone in the forest that someone was around. The last time when she had been captured it had been in a forest. Just outside of Niwetri. Not horribly far from here truly. She was about to say no. To thank him but politely decline his offer. He appeared to be alone and she heard no other voices nearby but it hardly meant that there weren't others about. Her stomach decided to speak for her. An incredibly loud and horrifying grumbling sound that made her face flush red and Lux to jerk her blue eyes away from him. Looking up at the trees, the stream, anywhere but at the dwarf.
"Are you alone?" She couldn't very well say she wasn't hungry now, could she? not when her body betrayed her. But perhaps she could garner some more information about the seemingly friendly man. He could easily lie to her. Say that he was alone when there was in truth a group. But she hoped that she would be able to detect a lie. Unlikely, but she could hope. Slowly she looked back to him, her gaze moving to his sword. She had felt the bite of many a blade. Although not many had been as large as his sword. How else to make the girl with the magical tears cry? Pain. It had been their ticket to wealth.
None of her captors had been dwarven. But that fact hardly served as a balm to the nervous woman. Fearful that she might find herself in that position once again. "You have a nice sword, sir.." The comment made her nose wrinkle. On the occasion with a respectful remark slipped in it made her feel ill. Not that she disliked the stranger. But because it was an unpleasant reminder of where she had been. She was trying to draw his attention to the blade without being blunt about it. Of course, he could easily over power her if he wished. But a sword just made her skin crawl.
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Post by Tharan II Dralínson on Nov 6, 2017 10:36:14 GMT
He wasn't used to being around company who were afraid of him, he was used to being undermined and underestimated, only to prove he fought just as well, if not better, than the next guy, but this blond fae with her feathery, white wings and her surprise, she was something he very rarely encountered and it made the protective side of him flare up as if he was taking care of his sick brother, who couldn't handle fevers and colds. It made him want to jump over the creek and wrap the girl in the warm blanket, which was still in his camp. So when she fell back he stilled. Almost as if he had startled a small animal he was trying to help out of a snare. Too young to become a delicious meal. His grey eyes even widened and he made sure to move slower, but without making it obvious he was doing it to try and make things easier for her. Slowly, as he waited for her answer on his offer, he did his best to get the sword to hang by his side without its sheath and simply help up by a thin piece of leather string. That was when her stomach decided to fill the silence with a deep and very hungry rumble. She had looked as if she was going to turn the offer down, which was understandable since he was a stranger she just met in the forest. No idea of who he was. It was very few he revealed his last name too, it would complicate things a great deal if people found out he was running with outlaws and mercenaries in his spare time. His father would approve and even though it would impress some of the ladies at court if he was lucky enough one of them might even marry him. But it wasn't something he was betting on. But it also meant he knew how to behave himself and he was more likely to offer help than take advantage of someone weaker than him. He had to suppress his laughter and it came out as a warm chuckle. The warm smile lingered on his lips as his blue-grey eyes sought her pale blue ones. "I am. My camp is just over there, you might catch a glimpse of my steed if you look hard enough. " He looked back over his shoulder, it would be lucky for her to see the pony between the trees because even he couldn't see it. He looked back at her, as she spoke. Had he been with anyone else he would have had a heap of great comebacks and innuendos accompanied with a suggestive wink, but he took her hint. He had no idea what had happened to her, but it must have involved plenty of threats at knife or sword point. "It's mostly for safety, crafted it myself actually. I'm enough to deter most robbers and such." He looked down at the creek for a moment, she wasn't going to get him to discard his cherished sword here for her to feel safe enough to cross the creek for a bowl of soup. He looked back at her. "Can you cross it on your own or should I lend you a hand?" He didn't mean to be rude or suggest she couldn't do it on her own, but she didn't look like she needed a dip in the cold water and a new bruise from slipping on a wet stone.
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Post by Lux Volkov on Nov 7, 2017 3:41:29 GMT
Lux wasn't a fool and as the seemingly kind dwarven man spoke she came to see that perhaps being in his company could give her a few moments respite. If indeed his sword did effectively deter those of less than favorable intentions. And if the man himself was not a danger in his own right. She was still contemplating these many thoughts when he inquired as to if she needed assistance crossing the creek. Lux's blue eyes moved to his face and then quickly down to the stream. "I can make it. But thank you for the offer." Truthfully a hand would have been nice if she didn't have such an aversion to touch. Perhaps it wasn't as much an aversion as a fear of the pain it might entail. Touch had become something unpleasant. It had been a long long time since the warmth of another beings skin against her own could be described as pleasant.
She was left in a tricky situation. To risk the company of the dwarven man before her in hopes that perhaps he could deter any other dangers, and enjoy a meal. Or to wander away alone. She pursed her thin lips and slowly moved. Climbing to her feet she dusted some dirt and crumbled leaf from her simple shapeless clothing. One of her long legs stretched out to try to span the width of the stream. Finding that she fell short her bare foot would plunge into the cold water for only a moment. A couple quick steps followed until she was free of the water and standing on the same side of the creek as the man. Her blue eyes watching him cautiously as she inched closer. But not too close.
"What would you have me call you?" She inquired softly. If a name would be given she would be more apt to return her own. Although it wasn't as if it were a closely guarded secret of hers.
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Post by Tharan II Dralínson on Nov 19, 2017 20:06:55 GMT
As the small, frail fae refused his help and tried to brave the distance in one step the blond dwarf watched. He wiped his hands in his simple shirt, woven by rough material and it looked rather worn. It was not clothing for a noble dwarf, so when asked for his name he gave her a heartwarming smile and with a small light in his eyes. "Tharan would work" He turned toward the way he had come from, a brief thought of offering her an arm to hold made him hesitate, she was tall enough for it to be an awkward position for him, so he let the thought go. As he walked his braided hair danced around his face, as did his beard. Some had called him a lion, simply because when the sun caught in the golden locks it seemed almost as if they were made of liquid gold. His smile lingered on his lips as he made his way towards the camp, hoping she would follow.
The camp was exactly as he left it, the grey pony looked up as he came into view and a low, deep sound left its soft muzzle in a greeting. He walked to the fireplace, where it had been reduced to nothing but dying embers now. He knelt and started to coax some life back into the embers. Slowly but surely flames started to come to life and started to eat away at the dry wood he had stocked up on before going to sleep the night before. "What brings you to the forest?" He proceeded to ask the young fae, as he worked with the fire and the small stand he had made from stones for the old metal pot to stand on. It was still filled with the stew, which resembled a soup more than stew, from the day before.
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Post by Lux Volkov on Nov 20, 2017 2:32:47 GMT
Tharan he said, but little more than that. He didn't seem one to indulge overly in speech and Lux didn't respond verbally. Just a soft nod showing she had heard him speak. When Tharan moved toward his camp Lux followed, lingering slightly behind him in case the need to bolt arose. But as they crested the small bank she could see that his words were true. Just him and his pony. As the dwarven man went to the fire Lux turned her attention to the gray pony. It was so much smaller that the horses that Cedric had shown her. His mount had been especially large, but thankfully calm. Tentative fingers reached out to the small equine to touch its nose in a feather-soft touch. "Hey there." She said softly with a small smile.
If his pony was happy to see him he couldn't be all bad. Right?
Lux looked over her shoulder when Tharan spoke to her, his question making her pause for a moment before answering. "I'm going home...its been a long time." She was aware she was close to Niwetri but still she moved slowly. Wasting time. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Eriu, she would love to see her mother. To know she still lived. But she was also still covered in all manner of bruises and her back was still littered with new and old wounds alike. The balm Cedric had applied had helped, but it was a slow process. "Are you going somewhere, Tharan?" She tried out his name, possibly over pronouncing it a little. She still wasn't overly accustomed to having a reason to speak again. Her tongue had grown a stranger to so many words and sounds she had known so well.
She looked back to the pony. "Does he have a name?"
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Post by Tharan II Dralínson on Nov 21, 2017 20:16:24 GMT
He kept an eye on the blonde fae as she approached the pony. Many knew ponies were not always the kindest, some would bite and turn away from strangers and friends alike. The grey even had the nerve to grab a hold of his stuff when it was lying out of his pack and the grey would either pick it up and throw it somewhere else or simply stand there with it in his mouth and nod. It was funny the first time it happened but after the fourth and fifth time it had become annoying and Tharan often feared for his shirts. It also explained why he only had the necessary things out of his pack. He worked as he spoke. "Where is home? " He didn't mean to pry too much into her business and he didn't expect her to draw a map to her front door, but just the area would answer his question. He didn't reveal where he came from to just any stranger and many liked to keep their past secret. Mostly because they either had done things they were not proud of or because it had nothing to do with who they were today. He stood and chuckled a bit sheepishly at her question. "Grey, mostly... But really it's Stonehoof." There was an array of other less pleasant names for the grey pony when it decided it had no business walking the direction Tharan wanted to go. But he didn't feel as if it the pony had deserved to be called any of those by the girl. He walked to his pack and rummaged through it to find an extra bowl. "What is your name?" He looked briefly at the girl, as he asked before he turned to stir in the pot. He found the company pleasant, helping him to wake up and not just plop down in the furs and waste another five minutes. Which reminded him... He walked over to the blankets and picked up the biggest one he had and turned towards the girl. He was close to throwing it at her with a cocky smile but stopped himself. Instead, he walked over to her and the pony. "Here. It's still too cold to run around with nothing but a dress on." He offered her the bundeled up blanket. Hopefully, it would cover most of her body.
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Post by Lux Volkov on Nov 22, 2017 9:09:21 GMT
After the brief touch on the pony's nose Lux had let him be. He didn't seem nearly as receptive as the larger horses back at the castle. The question made her look to Tharan. She had no reason to hide where she was going, or where she was from. "Niwetri. It's been a long time, I hope it hasn't changed much." Stonehoof. What a powerful name for such a small horse. But somehow it suited him. "Are you from the dwarven kingdom? Airen...Aryn...I know its something like that." Lux tapped her lip with a single finger as she thought back. It had been a long time since she had even thought of the dwarven kingdom let alone called it by name.
"Lux." She replied when he inquired about her name, taking his approach and only giving part of it. She had no reason to hide Volkov but she was trying to remain respectful. She was a bit rusty on interactions as it stood. She watched as he dug through his things and although no longer at the pony's side she made no attempt to move in closer to the dwarf. "Are you traveling somewhere in particular? Or just wandering?" She asked as her eyes returned to Tharan. She followed his movements with her eyes and hurried to take a step back when he drew too close. "Tharan I-" Her heart was fluttering, she was ashamed of how jumpy she could be even about a friendly approach. But she wasn't nearly as bad as that first day after stumbling to freedom. She held her hands out in front of her as if to try to appease him but his offering was a fur blanket, not anything sharp with an edge.
Lux blinked and drew in a shaky breath before slowly reaching out to take it from him. Careful not to make contact with his skin as she gently lifted the blanket away. "..thank you." A nervous smile followed her words and Lux pulled the warm blanket around her shoulders. Once the tense moment had passed Lux tried to find something to say or ask to make things less awkward and uncomfortable. But as someone who hadn't spoken much in nearly one hundred years she wasn't exactly a great conversationalist. "Why do you travel alone? Wouldn't it be easier with a companion?"
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Post by Tharan II Dralínson on Nov 26, 2017 8:58:21 GMT
He glanced at the girl again. She had a long way to go on foot, but she also looked as if she needed to be home. Perhaps he could escort her some of the way? He would have to remember to ask. He was going in that direction anyway. She mentioned the dwarven kingdom, his home. He felt a smile dance on his lips, as she tried to pronounce the name correctly. "The first one was correct. " He said with a grin. "Yes, I grew up there. Have you ever been there?" He didn't imagine she had, but perhaps he was wrong. In these lands, you never knew if you were talking to a hundred-year-old or a twenty-year-old. So she might have travelled to the kingdom before she went wherever she got those bruises and starved look.
She gave her name, a short and sweet one. It sounded as if it came from here, the forest and its people. It was light too, so it suited her. "Mostly wandering, looking for adventures and discovering the secrets of this world. I travel home sometimes to work though. " As he moved closer to her with the blanket, he paused slightly when she drew away and started to remind him more of a cornered animal than anything else. But then she saw what he was offering her. Nothing dangerous. She took it and he gave her a small, friendly smile. He then walked back to the fire and the food, which was starting to heat up. "I travel with all sorts of people, but rarely the same for very long. I have Stonehoof to keep me company on the road and any adventurers who seem reliable enough I go with. " He stirred in the pot and glanced at Lux. "Why are you travellign alone? It doesn't seem as the best choice, if I may say so. "
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Post by Lux Volkov on Nov 26, 2017 19:21:44 GMT
Lux shook her head. "No, I've never been. I just...know of it." Briefly a pained look crossed her face before she pushed the thought away. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, her wings twitching beneath the restriction unhappily. She could smell the food now, the heat making it travel and tickle her nose in a way that made her stomach grumble eagerly. "I see." She replied with a nod when he answered her inquiry about companions. She supposed the little pony would offer companionship. Cedric had seemed very happy with just Bjorn as a companion as well. Lux could see the appeal in having an equine companion versus one more humanoid.
His question made Lux pause, her fingers twitching over the bruises on her arms that were now hidden by the blanket. "It might not be." She admitted softly with a small quirk of a smile. But after the fellow from the group she had been freed from had tracked her to Cendra she was afraid to travel with anyone. Not wanting to drag them further into her mess. She didn't want anyone else to be put in the position Cedric had. "But its necessary." Lux moved closer to the food and Tharan, taking a seat on a large stone not far away, thin legs curling beneath her in a way almost reminiscent of a crane pullings it's long legs close.
"Looking for adventures sounds almost fantastical." She wasn't saying it in a rude way, more one of surprise. Most seemed to be after gold and gold alone, it was strange to hear that someone wasn't traveling for work of some sort but rather just for excitement. "Have you had any yet? Ones filled with magic and massive beasts?" She was grinning slightly as she asked him. Wondering if the dwarf carried stories with him or just the seeds of them.
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Post by Tharan II Dralínson on Dec 10, 2017 14:17:16 GMT
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It wasthe beginning of a sad story, that much the dwarven man could tell from what Lux said. A story he would rather be without, because he was a dwarf with a temper and a fierce protective streak. He would grow angry and that was something he wouldn't want to show this stranger. She seemed to have seen too much to need an angry dwarf on her hands. Especially when it wasn't her fault. Ateast he hoped so. So he nodded and hummed shortly as an answer.
He saw her move closer and sit down on a rock, she behaved so akin to a sacred, but curious animal, that he was painfully aware of every little movement he did. Even his braided moustache whenever it dangled from side to side... So when she inquired about his adventures he took the topic change with a smile.
"You could say that. The greatest one yet, has to be the one where I and a group of less than honorable men and women battled a great wyrm!"
He grinned at the memory and he, once again, confirmed that this was the life he wanted. It made for great stories when he grew old and grey and had to entertain his grandchidren. He stirred in the pot before he sat looked at Lux again with a lively set of blue eyes. She was in for a great story, if he had to say so himself. "So I had been travelling a while on my own, when I meet this small company of bounty hunters in this tavern, they are talking about this great treasure of jewels, gold and all that. I ended up talking them into letting me tag along. Later they proved to become some of my best friends, actually. "
As he spoke he gestured with his hands, that included the stirrer.
"So we travel to Drythwood first, nothing! Then we go to the Naihan mountains, we are on the trail of this treasure, we had Stonefoot as the only pony with us, because the others only owned horses, which are no good on the small mountain paths. We find a tunnel, human, dwarf, fae, elves their bones were everywhere as we made out way into the caverns. Many had tried before us, we even discussed turning around and leave the treasure behind, because of these things.
But we didn't. We kept going and suddenly, we were being conered by two large, scaly wyrms. They looked like snakes, with sharp teeth and strong bodies. We barely made it out alive. We fought these two, swords and magic. We managed to wound one and kill the other. We travelled the tunnel-systems for what seemed like a week before we found the treasure. It was grand, but the rumours had spun it to be something of a great size. So we took what he could carry and it took us another week to find our way out again"
He rummaged through his pack and found two bowls and spoons, and as he walked over to the pot he spoke again. "I had never been more happy to see the sun! It turned out that the two wyrms were many more than just two, so we had to be on constant look out for them as we made our way back."
He scooped the stew/soup with the bowl and handed it to Lux, before he scooped a portion into his own bowl. He started to eat. He had failed to mention the two friend they lost to the wyrms or the band of bandits they encountered on their way down the mountains. Failed to mention how he almost died. He was supposed to be an adventurer with grand adventures filled with magic and mythical beasts.
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Post by Lux Volkov on Dec 14, 2017 9:03:22 GMT
From her perch atop the rock Lux would smile when the dwarven man began his story, leaning in to her knees and closer to him as if to not miss a beat. "A Wyrm?" She repeated, obviously intrigued. She listened to how he had met his companions and friends, how they encountered the two dangerous snake-like beasts. She bit her lip at the note about all the bones, wondering to herself if they were other travelers who had attempted the same as Tharan and his friends. She found herself drawn into his tale of adventure. It sounded exhilarating. Lux had never experienced such a thing. And likely never would. But at least there were adventurers like Tharan who could share their stories.
"The injured one did not give chase?"
She slipped the question in during a small pause in the dwarf's speech. Her blue eyes followed him to where he would rummage for the bowls and spoons then move back to the simmering pot. "It sounds like your company was very lucky." She commented reaching out to take the bowl when he offered it to her. There was a hesitation then. With the bowl perched atop her knees and the warmth sinking down into her bones. Eating wasn't as simple as it should be. Her hunger would surge and plummet without warning. Hunger in itself had become a constant feeling, she would have been more aware of not feeling it than she was of its presence.
But getting sick from overeating or eating something too rich was a very real possibility for her. She played with her food for a few moments. Scooping bites into her spoon and then letting them fall away into the soup. "What did you procure with your treasure? Or did you decide to horde it? Like the Wyrms."
She dipped her spoon back into the bowl and this time brought a spoonful of the liquid to her lips. She blew on it briefly before slipping it into her mouth and swallowing. It was good. But truthfully Lux hadn't been fed well for nearly a century, most anything prepared would taste good to her. She made a soft pleased sound in her throat and then dipped her spoon in for another bite. This time fishing around until she found a solid fragment. "Why did you depart from them? It sounds as if you truly enjoyed their companionship."
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