Hearing Chalithra's comment about both Veraka and himself, the commando cocked a dark-eyebrow and grinned at her; "my dear beauty, I believe that were I not encased in this nano-exosuit, I believe that I would be able to satiate your desire."
The aasimar grumbled something of Onix being to much of a show-off, and a bit of something else.
"What? and I'm not allowed to interact with such fine examples of the opposite sex?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"Oh, I am well aware of drow not being 'gentle', of all words; and, quite frankly, I don't doubt the same of you," he said, a wry smile forming on his lips.
The Half-Moon Inn and Fest Hall Part 3
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Ariali looks around, slightly lost but beginning to figure out what is going on. she shook her head at how little she knew of such playful bantering.
she giggles a bit at it all. especially how the guys are starting to look at the other girls. but Ariali wasnt surprised.
she just sipped her drink listening to them.
she giggles a bit at it all. especially how the guys are starting to look at the other girls. but Ariali wasnt surprised.
she just sipped her drink listening to them.
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Antagonist: Alya
Chalithra tilted her head in confusion for a moment though she soon enough smiled almost apologetically.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry. I was speaking about Alak and Lothir."
For a brief moment her brows furrow in confusion and she studies the male a bit more closely. She gave no hint at attempting to hide her perusal of his form.
"What is a nano-exosuit?"
Her gaze ticked to Veraka, this time one white brow rose in question before she shook her head, relaxing back in her seat she continued to watch the newest arrivals to the table. The comment about her not being gentle earns Onix a sly smile and a bare nod of head in confirmation.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry. I was speaking about Alak and Lothir."
For a brief moment her brows furrow in confusion and she studies the male a bit more closely. She gave no hint at attempting to hide her perusal of his form.
"What is a nano-exosuit?"
Her gaze ticked to Veraka, this time one white brow rose in question before she shook her head, relaxing back in her seat she continued to watch the newest arrivals to the table. The comment about her not being gentle earns Onix a sly smile and a bare nod of head in confirmation.
L'veirs ulu l'ssussun dos inbau l'olathur l'veldrin doera
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Nyssa smiles as Chalithra moves her hand. "Have you seen the way his hands dance when he speaks?" Nyssa interrupts to Chalithra as her eyes shift to Alak quickly to indicate who she is speaking of. She too stops to look at the man who spoke.
She offers the newcomers a smile. "I am Nyssa, Druid and Priestess of Eilistraee." The words roll off her tongue fluidly.
She sits up addresses Onix''s last comment. "Besides not knowing what an nano-exosuit is, I doubt very seriously you know anything of my desires." She looks back and forth between Onix and Veraka. she is curious and confused about who they are and where they are from, but she says nothing. She looks to the wolf that follows behind them.
She speaks to Chalithra without turning to her. "what were you saying?" and offering the wolf a gentle smile. She wonders to herself how she is always able to hold more than one conversation at a time.
She offers the newcomers a smile. "I am Nyssa, Druid and Priestess of Eilistraee." The words roll off her tongue fluidly.
She sits up addresses Onix''s last comment. "Besides not knowing what an nano-exosuit is, I doubt very seriously you know anything of my desires." She looks back and forth between Onix and Veraka. she is curious and confused about who they are and where they are from, but she says nothing. She looks to the wolf that follows behind them.
She speaks to Chalithra without turning to her. "what were you saying?" and offering the wolf a gentle smile. She wonders to herself how she is always able to hold more than one conversation at a time.
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The bard glances back and forth among the ohers as thy continue their banter for a moment, then suddenly grins."Ah! So it's a challenge then! Well, dear ladies, since Alak here sees to have covered the shiny things, shall I compare thee all to a rose? Thou art all as sweet and fair. Yet the rose doth wilt, and THY beauty remain unblemished by time or weather. Thy lovely arms are as soft to touch; pity the blind man who cannot see these fair and perfect blooms of feminine beauty, the hue of such bright eyes."
He leans back and shoots a look to alak as if to say "top THAT", and pours a drink for Ariali. He looks to her, and holds out a hand, then mutters a few words, waving the other one or it. A perfect rose appears in it, and he holds it out to her. "See, a perfect match!" he quips, and chuckles. Then he turns to Chalithra with a wicked grin. "Oh, I assure you, milady, I am skilled with MANY things, as you can see. You were asking about hands? And are you sure it's JUST our coins you're after?"
He shakes his head at the clone, and mutters aside- "You sure that darn thing's not melded to you? how do you even...?" He snickers.
He leans back and shoots a look to alak as if to say "top THAT", and pours a drink for Ariali. He looks to her, and holds out a hand, then mutters a few words, waving the other one or it. A perfect rose appears in it, and he holds it out to her. "See, a perfect match!" he quips, and chuckles. Then he turns to Chalithra with a wicked grin. "Oh, I assure you, milady, I am skilled with MANY things, as you can see. You were asking about hands? And are you sure it's JUST our coins you're after?"
He shakes his head at the clone, and mutters aside- "You sure that darn thing's not melded to you? how do you even...?" He snickers.
By the Dark Maiden''s grace do we meet. May she guide and protect us.
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Ariali was surprised at the sudden attention again. she blushes much at the flower. then looks down to her drink avoiding eye contact with anyone, old friends and new.
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Alak runs through a gentle river of changes in expression.
As the ladies glance against him, lean upon him and touch or come near to touching him, he smiles - an almost visible example of a purr.
As the newcomers approach that look hardens. It becomes only slightly cooler for Ariali, for while she is beautiful and elven, there by of the people, she is still a light skinned member of the hated fae. All his early life crushes the spark of fleshly intrigue that rises at her beauty. The gentleman with her are strange, and barbaric as only the most dangerous of the surface threats can be, where things always seem to grow larger to become more threatening - decidedly alien to his underdark mindset. For them the cooling approaches a cold hardened into speculation and evaluation. His eyes slide over them estimating the proper incantation that would neutralize their respective dangers. Always prepared with a fall back plan, he next measures mentally distances and speed of incantation to escape spells for himself and others - himself first, of course.
When his eyes fall on the winter wolf, the red in them flashes slightly. All such creatures of cold struck him with anger, ever since the night he devoted himself to the altar of Kossuth, Lord of Flame. It was an irrational thing, and he tempered it almost immediately, but it still lingered like that blackened coal that conceals its heat at the bottom of every brazier.
The playful banter became a secondary concern in the presence of Aasimar, Tiefling, and extraplanar otherwordly things even Alak, he admitted to himself, could not identify. Instead, he focused first on the stranger's words, a none too subtle interruption requesting introductions. Civility, the ever present veil of violent action, seemed the best course.
"Well met, Master Gunnery Sergeant Theta-180," he nodded his head to the strangely spoken warrior in the alien armor. "Well met, Champion of the Dragon-Father Veraka Orden." His smile was that most pleasant of drow smiles, the one of a confident and skilled male in a situation of unpredictable danger - what more perfect scenario could their entire lives be balanced upon?
"I am Alak Chathrosin, or Alak Fireborn if you prefer. Thorasian trade language having grown into the common tongue, I sometimes forget that its indelicacies have their uses. Alas, while I am faithful, I am not divine champion, but I am a somewhat skilled wielder of arcane energies, and presume myself a specialist in the elemental arts - fire being predictably my favorite."
As the ladies continue their play on words, he momentarily finds himself longing for the both of them, or perhaps, urges be damned, the shy surface lady as well. Perhaps a bit of conjuration was in order.
Lothir makes his vocal flourish and his own conjuration beating the drow wizard to it. A flash of anger becomes amusement- both at himself for being angry at all, and at the skill with which Lothir brings the display to bear.
Turning his gaze back to the original conversation, he takes his turn speaking both in the common tongue as well with the hand sign of his people, effectively translating for himself. "I am gladly game to such a wondrous trial as to somehow convey in words or otherwise, the many splendorous qualities of these lovely ladies. Still, I must confess that the surface has muddled my new friend Lothir, as references to the hateful sun seem insult and not compliment, and comparison to short lived flowers, likewise. Of course their beauty will outlast the rose or the dandelion or the fae grass or orchid. These are but fleeting moments, like a single breath from between sweet lips as different from one another..." at this he reaches forward and lightly gestures to each pair one at a time - Chalithra's, then Nyssa's as they are closest, and then to the more distant Ariali. He moves to touch their chins, but is patient and careful enough to gauge whether it would be seen as offensive. If allowed he does so, but otherwise he merely makes his gesture and continues, "yet, as sweet. Each one an experience to behold that could shatter the mind which comprehended the glory completely, but alas we males are blessedly too limited for that."
He smiles softly, seemingly winded by their beauty. (continued for some pretense at brevity.)
As the ladies glance against him, lean upon him and touch or come near to touching him, he smiles - an almost visible example of a purr.
As the newcomers approach that look hardens. It becomes only slightly cooler for Ariali, for while she is beautiful and elven, there by of the people, she is still a light skinned member of the hated fae. All his early life crushes the spark of fleshly intrigue that rises at her beauty. The gentleman with her are strange, and barbaric as only the most dangerous of the surface threats can be, where things always seem to grow larger to become more threatening - decidedly alien to his underdark mindset. For them the cooling approaches a cold hardened into speculation and evaluation. His eyes slide over them estimating the proper incantation that would neutralize their respective dangers. Always prepared with a fall back plan, he next measures mentally distances and speed of incantation to escape spells for himself and others - himself first, of course.
When his eyes fall on the winter wolf, the red in them flashes slightly. All such creatures of cold struck him with anger, ever since the night he devoted himself to the altar of Kossuth, Lord of Flame. It was an irrational thing, and he tempered it almost immediately, but it still lingered like that blackened coal that conceals its heat at the bottom of every brazier.
The playful banter became a secondary concern in the presence of Aasimar, Tiefling, and extraplanar otherwordly things even Alak, he admitted to himself, could not identify. Instead, he focused first on the stranger's words, a none too subtle interruption requesting introductions. Civility, the ever present veil of violent action, seemed the best course.
"Well met, Master Gunnery Sergeant Theta-180," he nodded his head to the strangely spoken warrior in the alien armor. "Well met, Champion of the Dragon-Father Veraka Orden." His smile was that most pleasant of drow smiles, the one of a confident and skilled male in a situation of unpredictable danger - what more perfect scenario could their entire lives be balanced upon?
"I am Alak Chathrosin, or Alak Fireborn if you prefer. Thorasian trade language having grown into the common tongue, I sometimes forget that its indelicacies have their uses. Alas, while I am faithful, I am not divine champion, but I am a somewhat skilled wielder of arcane energies, and presume myself a specialist in the elemental arts - fire being predictably my favorite."
As the ladies continue their play on words, he momentarily finds himself longing for the both of them, or perhaps, urges be damned, the shy surface lady as well. Perhaps a bit of conjuration was in order.
Lothir makes his vocal flourish and his own conjuration beating the drow wizard to it. A flash of anger becomes amusement- both at himself for being angry at all, and at the skill with which Lothir brings the display to bear.
Turning his gaze back to the original conversation, he takes his turn speaking both in the common tongue as well with the hand sign of his people, effectively translating for himself. "I am gladly game to such a wondrous trial as to somehow convey in words or otherwise, the many splendorous qualities of these lovely ladies. Still, I must confess that the surface has muddled my new friend Lothir, as references to the hateful sun seem insult and not compliment, and comparison to short lived flowers, likewise. Of course their beauty will outlast the rose or the dandelion or the fae grass or orchid. These are but fleeting moments, like a single breath from between sweet lips as different from one another..." at this he reaches forward and lightly gestures to each pair one at a time - Chalithra's, then Nyssa's as they are closest, and then to the more distant Ariali. He moves to touch their chins, but is patient and careful enough to gauge whether it would be seen as offensive. If allowed he does so, but otherwise he merely makes his gesture and continues, "yet, as sweet. Each one an experience to behold that could shatter the mind which comprehended the glory completely, but alas we males are blessedly too limited for that."
He smiles softly, seemingly winded by their beauty. (continued for some pretense at brevity.)
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A breath later, he continues with both word and hand, "My adversary-in-the-game makes notice that the blind are pitiably denied such beauty, but I see the error of such a thought, due to my love of flame. Like the heat from such a palpable element of our world, of all worlds, the beauty without and the soul depth within are conveyed by the presence of each of these finely honed ladies."
He points without any hardness to the gesture at Chalithra, "A scion of the Night Below, she shows the grace in her language of one new to surface speak, but well thought in her words. Her dress shows a willingness to fall into new ways and to revel in difference, an enthusiasm for life and living that, surely coupled with her Night Below experience, makes her all the more beautiful for the capacity to bring death. Those who love life, as she surely does, so visible in the listening as well as the seeing even after such a brief meeting as my own with her, sometimes hesitate in the taking of it, even when necessity makes of it a law of survival. She surely cannot be capable of such hesitation and so melds deadly viper - itself a beautiful creature - with aforementioned flower. To be both the petal and the spider beneath it, as a bard once said to me. A complete beauty, and one not to be under appreciated by insinuations of harsh radiance or wilting stems."
He smirks before assuming a more appreciative visage as he gestures to Nyssa. "A child of at least two worlds, and there by one of the many who would, by destiny of birth, be rendered exile in many lands or at least downtrodden amongst either of the rivers from which she flows, this one instead exudes a confidence that like Chalithra's shines from being unaccepting of mere fate given. This fair lady would instead relish the harshest of truths and the most glorious of natural happenings and devotes herself not to the often stifling ways of civility but to the purest natural ways. Another creature of survival who thrives on her own terms, I see from her tone - given of those same sweet lips I admired before, and her companion," he gestures softly to the cat, as if he considered it another person (indeed he shows more deference to it than he does to the Winter Wolf for certain), "a creature of nature, ferocity, and purest predatory honesty, and her bearing - which shows nothing but pride in what she is, does, cares for, that Nyssa is a beauty of spirit as well as form."
Then he gestures to the most shy of the three, the surface elf blushing in their midst. He cannot reach her lips from across the table, but he clearly points to them anyway, lingering on them for a heartbeat. "To Ariali I see an acceptance of the Drow about her, a hyper-awareness of that which occurs in conversation, a sensitivity to the subjects born of an innocence in some matters, but a confidence in her bearing that belies a wild and free nature. Like many of our often warred against surface kin, she is a powerful soul in a frail body, but yet one that can discover a power without by reaching within. I am beholden to her for more than the exotic quality of her form...for more than a mere twisting of ancestral hatred to something more civil as I am a wandering drow. I am beholden to the grace of her soul."
The smile fades to a simple nearly blank but yet content expression, his lips drawn to a pleasant thin line, and his eyes only three quarters open. Yet, still they sparkle with a mirth that challenges - top that indeed! He turns to Lothir and speaks again,
"Mere words will never do them justice, and so we grasp as needles as if they were daggers to slay the most ferocious of wyrms in this task - woefully unable to succeed but valiantly we press on. I will do all I can to bring forth in word and gesture the majesty of the feminine grace at our table. It is your pass, my adversary-in-the-tale."
He points without any hardness to the gesture at Chalithra, "A scion of the Night Below, she shows the grace in her language of one new to surface speak, but well thought in her words. Her dress shows a willingness to fall into new ways and to revel in difference, an enthusiasm for life and living that, surely coupled with her Night Below experience, makes her all the more beautiful for the capacity to bring death. Those who love life, as she surely does, so visible in the listening as well as the seeing even after such a brief meeting as my own with her, sometimes hesitate in the taking of it, even when necessity makes of it a law of survival. She surely cannot be capable of such hesitation and so melds deadly viper - itself a beautiful creature - with aforementioned flower. To be both the petal and the spider beneath it, as a bard once said to me. A complete beauty, and one not to be under appreciated by insinuations of harsh radiance or wilting stems."
He smirks before assuming a more appreciative visage as he gestures to Nyssa. "A child of at least two worlds, and there by one of the many who would, by destiny of birth, be rendered exile in many lands or at least downtrodden amongst either of the rivers from which she flows, this one instead exudes a confidence that like Chalithra's shines from being unaccepting of mere fate given. This fair lady would instead relish the harshest of truths and the most glorious of natural happenings and devotes herself not to the often stifling ways of civility but to the purest natural ways. Another creature of survival who thrives on her own terms, I see from her tone - given of those same sweet lips I admired before, and her companion," he gestures softly to the cat, as if he considered it another person (indeed he shows more deference to it than he does to the Winter Wolf for certain), "a creature of nature, ferocity, and purest predatory honesty, and her bearing - which shows nothing but pride in what she is, does, cares for, that Nyssa is a beauty of spirit as well as form."
Then he gestures to the most shy of the three, the surface elf blushing in their midst. He cannot reach her lips from across the table, but he clearly points to them anyway, lingering on them for a heartbeat. "To Ariali I see an acceptance of the Drow about her, a hyper-awareness of that which occurs in conversation, a sensitivity to the subjects born of an innocence in some matters, but a confidence in her bearing that belies a wild and free nature. Like many of our often warred against surface kin, she is a powerful soul in a frail body, but yet one that can discover a power without by reaching within. I am beholden to her for more than the exotic quality of her form...for more than a mere twisting of ancestral hatred to something more civil as I am a wandering drow. I am beholden to the grace of her soul."
The smile fades to a simple nearly blank but yet content expression, his lips drawn to a pleasant thin line, and his eyes only three quarters open. Yet, still they sparkle with a mirth that challenges - top that indeed! He turns to Lothir and speaks again,
"Mere words will never do them justice, and so we grasp as needles as if they were daggers to slay the most ferocious of wyrms in this task - woefully unable to succeed but valiantly we press on. I will do all I can to bring forth in word and gesture the majesty of the feminine grace at our table. It is your pass, my adversary-in-the-tale."
She was quite easily distracted from the gents who'd only just shown up. Her attention shifted back to Nyssa and she nods in agreement, then back to Onix.
"I am afraid it takes more than simply being male to know my own desires and how best to meet them. Though I am quite certain that either a wizard or a minstrel could figure it all out in the end. If they set their minds properly to it!"
The last bit was said more to Nyssa than to Onix and now her gaze falls fully on the other dark skinned female.
"Too true, too true. I have indeed seen his hands in motion."
She leans once again over the red garbed male her arm stretching so that she might touch the other womans middle thigh.
"And I must admit that my mind has wandered."
She falls silent once more as Lothir begins to speak, she cannot help the grin that meanders it's way over her features. The brightness of her eyes says that she is indeed interested in all he has to say. Once he has finished and produced the rose she squeezes Nyssa's leg softly and sits back up, her hand trailing most boldly over the male between them.
"Beautiful words dear Lothir, but you set our minds to jealousy as we were not offered so lovely a flower. Just your coins? Oh, of course not. I've more than one need that must be filled. Coin just happens to be one of the many."
A soft tsking sound and she does her very best pout. But Alak is speaking and her attention swings to him, granted in the doing she leans back a bit partially using Lothir as a leaning post. Once again she remains silent as the wizard speaks, her eyes widen slightly as he continues on. Lips part ever so slightly as she pulls in a breath that is held for several heartbeats before being released in an appreciative sigh as he touches her chin. Her eyes slide close as her chin rises at the touch as if inviting him to caress her all the more.
As he speaks of her own beauty and skill her head lowers slightly in acknowledgment the very small smile dancing over her lips speaks of her approval of his choice in wording. Her gaze shifts between his features and that of the other two ladies as he waxes poetic about them. Her smile grows just a bit more.
"Oh but you are quite skilled with that tongue of yours aren't you."
She shifts in her seat so that she might now look at Lothir, Alak becoming her leaning post as she waits for his retort.
"I am afraid it takes more than simply being male to know my own desires and how best to meet them. Though I am quite certain that either a wizard or a minstrel could figure it all out in the end. If they set their minds properly to it!"
The last bit was said more to Nyssa than to Onix and now her gaze falls fully on the other dark skinned female.
"Too true, too true. I have indeed seen his hands in motion."
She leans once again over the red garbed male her arm stretching so that she might touch the other womans middle thigh.
"And I must admit that my mind has wandered."
She falls silent once more as Lothir begins to speak, she cannot help the grin that meanders it's way over her features. The brightness of her eyes says that she is indeed interested in all he has to say. Once he has finished and produced the rose she squeezes Nyssa's leg softly and sits back up, her hand trailing most boldly over the male between them.
"Beautiful words dear Lothir, but you set our minds to jealousy as we were not offered so lovely a flower. Just your coins? Oh, of course not. I've more than one need that must be filled. Coin just happens to be one of the many."
A soft tsking sound and she does her very best pout. But Alak is speaking and her attention swings to him, granted in the doing she leans back a bit partially using Lothir as a leaning post. Once again she remains silent as the wizard speaks, her eyes widen slightly as he continues on. Lips part ever so slightly as she pulls in a breath that is held for several heartbeats before being released in an appreciative sigh as he touches her chin. Her eyes slide close as her chin rises at the touch as if inviting him to caress her all the more.
As he speaks of her own beauty and skill her head lowers slightly in acknowledgment the very small smile dancing over her lips speaks of her approval of his choice in wording. Her gaze shifts between his features and that of the other two ladies as he waxes poetic about them. Her smile grows just a bit more.
"Oh but you are quite skilled with that tongue of yours aren't you."
She shifts in her seat so that she might now look at Lothir, Alak becoming her leaning post as she waits for his retort.
L'veirs ulu l'ssussun dos inbau l'olathur l'veldrin doera
Onix turned to Nyssa, saying "Please accept my apologies, Nyssa; and, for the record, I wasn't implying what Lothir and Alak seem to be suggesting."
To both Nyssa and Chalithra, "A nano-exosuit is, in essence, an armor system that mirrors muscle tissue in format, as you both can see," he emphasized his armor's underlying texture; "it can enhance my strength, speed, armor ability, and a few other things."
At Lothir's question, the clone cocked a brow; "Lothir, you of all people would ask that question. To put it mildly, no, there's about a milimeter gap between skin and suit, if your mind can think of distances that small."
Onix looked from Lothir to Alak, his blood-red eyes giving the both of them a thorough look-over. Upon hearing the jests that both drow males gave each other, followed by the monologues of beauty and such that they both gave all the females, he slammed an armored palm into his forehead with a very loud 'Thwack'!. "And here I thought that my days of seeing and hearing relentless poets were over."
Veraka let out an audible sigh.
"Don't worry, mate; I'll find us a good couple a female Marines once my ship gets back in system," Onix said, putting a gloved hand on the aasimar's shoulder. The clone gave a wry smile.
Aurora raised her head at all the commotion, but more at Ariali's shyness and Nyssa's smile. Her ice-blue eyes show give off an unusual mysticism to them.
[i:1iap18fd]It is nice to meet you Nyssa, follower of the Dark Maiden[/i:1iap18fd] she said telepathically to Nyssa.
The great wolf then sat up to her full height and turned her head to Ariali, [i:1iap18fd]Do you mean to tell me that you didn't enjoy the time with Veraka? He didn't go all around and give monosilapic speeches of your appearance; he admitted that he liked you right from the start,[/i:1iap18fd] like Veraka, Aurora considered Ariali part of her pack, and was more than willing to get defensive on her behalf; [i:1iap18fd]or do I need to push him into you again?[/i:1iap18fd] she asked, finishing her private telepathic communique to the Lythari.
Onix signaled over a waitress; Veraka gave him curious expression.
"You know as well as I do that I'm gonna need a couple more glasses of the strongest wine they've got; especially if I'm going to make it through any conversation with those two," he indicated Lothir and Alak as the server got over to the table.
"I'll have another couple rounds of your strongest wine," the clone says as Veraka intervenes.
"Make that three," the aasimar said; this time it was Onix's turn to give a baffled expression.
Onix regained his composure and then said, "and whatever these fine ladies, and [b:1iap18fd]this[/b:1iap18fd] one," he indicated Lothir, "wants."
To both Nyssa and Chalithra, "A nano-exosuit is, in essence, an armor system that mirrors muscle tissue in format, as you both can see," he emphasized his armor's underlying texture; "it can enhance my strength, speed, armor ability, and a few other things."
At Lothir's question, the clone cocked a brow; "Lothir, you of all people would ask that question. To put it mildly, no, there's about a milimeter gap between skin and suit, if your mind can think of distances that small."
Onix looked from Lothir to Alak, his blood-red eyes giving the both of them a thorough look-over. Upon hearing the jests that both drow males gave each other, followed by the monologues of beauty and such that they both gave all the females, he slammed an armored palm into his forehead with a very loud 'Thwack'!. "And here I thought that my days of seeing and hearing relentless poets were over."
Veraka let out an audible sigh.
"Don't worry, mate; I'll find us a good couple a female Marines once my ship gets back in system," Onix said, putting a gloved hand on the aasimar's shoulder. The clone gave a wry smile.
Aurora raised her head at all the commotion, but more at Ariali's shyness and Nyssa's smile. Her ice-blue eyes show give off an unusual mysticism to them.
[i:1iap18fd]It is nice to meet you Nyssa, follower of the Dark Maiden[/i:1iap18fd] she said telepathically to Nyssa.
The great wolf then sat up to her full height and turned her head to Ariali, [i:1iap18fd]Do you mean to tell me that you didn't enjoy the time with Veraka? He didn't go all around and give monosilapic speeches of your appearance; he admitted that he liked you right from the start,[/i:1iap18fd] like Veraka, Aurora considered Ariali part of her pack, and was more than willing to get defensive on her behalf; [i:1iap18fd]or do I need to push him into you again?[/i:1iap18fd] she asked, finishing her private telepathic communique to the Lythari.
Onix signaled over a waitress; Veraka gave him curious expression.
"You know as well as I do that I'm gonna need a couple more glasses of the strongest wine they've got; especially if I'm going to make it through any conversation with those two," he indicated Lothir and Alak as the server got over to the table.
"I'll have another couple rounds of your strongest wine," the clone says as Veraka intervenes.
"Make that three," the aasimar said; this time it was Onix's turn to give a baffled expression.
Onix regained his composure and then said, "and whatever these fine ladies, and [b:1iap18fd]this[/b:1iap18fd] one," he indicated Lothir, "wants."
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Gareth Ravenmantle
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Gareth looks over the table, surveying all the guests, Sighing, Noticing Lothir has already picked up a bed-warmer for the night, and he would have to go to sleep cold and alone, or with a slightly lesser pouch of money. To make things worse, once the aasimar arrived, his face was tied in a knot of hate, Masqueraded only by his face of joy and interest in the conversation, his grip tightened, and he waved down a waitress, Getting a bottle of wine, and drinking some, Just before topping everyone's glasses off. For a second or so though, He looked at the aasimar with total hate, And it went against his knighthood, He knew, But it was a hate that he could not control, A hate almost embedded into his thoughts at birth. People at the table could notice his white knuckles, and his look at the aasimar, If they decided to focus.
Gareth picks the bottle up and downs another gulp, shaking out of the trance like state, and joining into the conversation again. "Wow, Lothir, Alak, Nice poetry there, I'm sure their hearts are melting for you, I know mine is."
Gareth picks the bottle up and downs another gulp, shaking out of the trance like state, and joining into the conversation again. "Wow, Lothir, Alak, Nice poetry there, I'm sure their hearts are melting for you, I know mine is."
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Inriiaynrae Jaelre
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((yall literary capabilities puts me to shame.
..man i stink in writting!))
Ariali was more surprised at the words spoken by the males. her clan had different ways, music, competetions, and other ways many considered ancient.
she was trying to understand the eloquent speech when she heard Aurora. she gave her a confused look. then communicated back thru the wolf's link "[i:p1hgrtsq]what do you mean? I dont understand. I cherish yall very much, always will, and our travels together[/i:p1hgrtsq]," she said as a hand went to Aurora's head. She was hoping the wolf understood since words wasnt her thing. "[i:p1hgrtsq]i'm here to help as a follower of our deities[/i:p1hgrtsq]."
..man i stink in writting!))Ariali was more surprised at the words spoken by the males. her clan had different ways, music, competetions, and other ways many considered ancient.
she was trying to understand the eloquent speech when she heard Aurora. she gave her a confused look. then communicated back thru the wolf's link "[i:p1hgrtsq]what do you mean? I dont understand. I cherish yall very much, always will, and our travels together[/i:p1hgrtsq]," she said as a hand went to Aurora's head. She was hoping the wolf understood since words wasnt her thing. "[i:p1hgrtsq]i'm here to help as a follower of our deities[/i:p1hgrtsq]."
Main character: Inriiaynrae
Second Character: Ariali
Antagonist: Alya
Second Character: Ariali
Antagonist: Alya
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Aylstra Illianniis
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The bard gives Alak a slight smirk, shaking his head and chuckling softly. "And there, fair maids, do you see the problem with mages. Always turning everything into a dissertation. A bit wordy, weren't you, friend? You turn the simple elegance of the poetry that is these maidens into a cumbersome novel." He winks, and turns to the ladies, smiling warmly.
"Of course I do not wish either of you to feel jealousy toward our fair-skinned cousin, but I thought she might have felt left out of the conversation. Allow, me then, to make up for what seemed favoritism." He quickly repeats the little trick twice more, and presenst the resulting gifts to the other two.
"'Tis true that flowers may wilt, and the sun burn the eyes of our kind, yet how else to describe the rare and radient beauty that shines from their eyes? Alak, you spoke of warmth. Yet the warmth you mention is but a pale thing to the fire that burns within their hearts, the pssion for life that would put even great Kossuth to shame! Men have died by the thousands for love of such wondrous jewels as these three before us, and still others have composed songs and sonnets to immortalize such sweet and marvelous creatures as are here tonight. The hardest heart would weep to be blessed by their grace and perfection. Even the moon itself grows envious, and thus does it hide itself away by degrees from shame, for it cannot compare to such soft lights of womanhood."
He takes anothr sip, noting idly that Chalithra was leaning against him, as he addresses all three females. He notes the way Gareth looks at the aasimar, and places another bottle in front of him. "Easy, my friend. It is all well and good here. It's a fine evening for merriment, romancing, and perhaps even a little music later."
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"Of course I do not wish either of you to feel jealousy toward our fair-skinned cousin, but I thought she might have felt left out of the conversation. Allow, me then, to make up for what seemed favoritism." He quickly repeats the little trick twice more, and presenst the resulting gifts to the other two.
"'Tis true that flowers may wilt, and the sun burn the eyes of our kind, yet how else to describe the rare and radient beauty that shines from their eyes? Alak, you spoke of warmth. Yet the warmth you mention is but a pale thing to the fire that burns within their hearts, the pssion for life that would put even great Kossuth to shame! Men have died by the thousands for love of such wondrous jewels as these three before us, and still others have composed songs and sonnets to immortalize such sweet and marvelous creatures as are here tonight. The hardest heart would weep to be blessed by their grace and perfection. Even the moon itself grows envious, and thus does it hide itself away by degrees from shame, for it cannot compare to such soft lights of womanhood."
He takes anothr sip, noting idly that Chalithra was leaning against him, as he addresses all three females. He notes the way Gareth looks at the aasimar, and places another bottle in front of him. "Easy, my friend. It is all well and good here. It's a fine evening for merriment, romancing, and perhaps even a little music later."
Edited for missing letters due to hungry pc eating them...
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By the Dark Maiden''s grace do we meet. May she guide and protect us.
"Where Science ends, Magic begins." -Spiral, Uncanny X-Men #491
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"Where Science ends, Magic begins." -Spiral, Uncanny X-Men #491
A link to my tales, including my Marvel hero!:
http://mickeys-tavern.com/index.php?showforum=188
Veraka felt the tiefling's presence as soon as he set foot within the distance of the table. The aasimar turned to greet the tiefling, but then saw the facial reaction that he was receiving from the fellow.
"What is it?" he asked Gareth, unsure of how he was gonna react.
Onix looked at Gareth's expression, quickly fused two and two together, and put a hand on Veraka's shoulder, "mate, perhaps you'd like to take a stroll with Ariali, hmm?" he asked the aasimar, and giving the Lythari a look that said 'go with him before the situation goes to shit'.
The storm warrior looked puzzled; "ok, if that is she doesn't mind."
Aurora backed up his suggestion; [i:3rcnzjy2]I would have to agree with the odd one; take a stroll with Veraka, it'll give you both some much needed air, and not to mention, it'll keep the situation in a relatively intact manner,[/i:3rcnzjy2] she returned over their private telepathic link.
"What is it?" he asked Gareth, unsure of how he was gonna react.
Onix looked at Gareth's expression, quickly fused two and two together, and put a hand on Veraka's shoulder, "mate, perhaps you'd like to take a stroll with Ariali, hmm?" he asked the aasimar, and giving the Lythari a look that said 'go with him before the situation goes to shit'.
The storm warrior looked puzzled; "ok, if that is she doesn't mind."
Aurora backed up his suggestion; [i:3rcnzjy2]I would have to agree with the odd one; take a stroll with Veraka, it'll give you both some much needed air, and not to mention, it'll keep the situation in a relatively intact manner,[/i:3rcnzjy2] she returned over their private telepathic link.
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Alak_Chathrosin
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Alak listens to Lothir's rolling prose, and watches his conjurations, but the drow wizard's smile dies at the mention of Kossuth in so cavalier a fashion.
He clears his throat, quietly, and stands carefully so as not to jostle the ladies near by.
"I cede the field. Lady Nyssa, when your travels begin, I will be outside. I have a gentleman to speak to about setting up a shop in this town. Otherwise, I am free to leave as soon as you are."
He bows formally to all present, and then steps towards the door.
He clears his throat, quietly, and stands carefully so as not to jostle the ladies near by.
"I cede the field. Lady Nyssa, when your travels begin, I will be outside. I have a gentleman to speak to about setting up a shop in this town. Otherwise, I am free to leave as soon as you are."
He bows formally to all present, and then steps towards the door.