Sextimus
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There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
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Post by Sextimus on Dec 8, 2011 20:40:13 GMT -6
Tim was a little confused by the rogue's increasingly polite manner. He wouldn't say he exactly wanted this man to pay for his breakfast, but he was getting the feeling that arguing with him would prove fruitless. That, and Tim still found the rogue to be a bit intimidating. "If you insist." He said modestly.
More capable then the rogue? That was a laugh. Tim was hardly a capable man. He could perform back-breaking, nigh-purposeless labor and pin the occasional rodent in the wilderness, but other then that, he had few if any talents. Unless of course, the rogue was referring to his tolerance for rudeness, or whatever the term for weathering the previous storm of verbal insults was. "Well, maybe in terms of restraint." He said in a jocular manner. The man followed up with a formal introduction. Ah, so rogue's really did have names. The timid archer reached out his hand, his sweaty palm thankfully protected by a leather glove. "Well met, my name is Sextim-" His eyes widened, as he realized that he was giving the man his full name. In embarrassment, his cheeks turned a bit pink and he shook his head. Ah, Tim! Tim Aurelei, sir Hoff."
The archer took a seat as the rogue addressed some other random bar patron. Social fellow, wasn't he? His appearance had belayed yet another facet of his character. He was glad, this would make what he'd anticipated as a poor breakfast to pass by smoothly and pleasantly.
Tim's eyes began to wander and suddenly he realized that the innkeeper had stopped shouting. When had that happened? He craned his neck so that he could get a view of the man when, low and behold, the drunken, laughing woman from earlier was sitting at his table. "Ack!" He almost jumped out of his chair. How in the world did she do that?! One moment she was sitting across the inn and now she was right next to him and.... flashing him and the thief a very brilliant smile. She spoke and wanted... drinks? Tim couldn't help but question her motives. She looked a bit fishy. Maybe it was just her drunken "charm". The archer turned to Hoff, assuming she was talking to him. Gnh! The archer almost jumped out of his chair again, seeing a fellow in black robes standing next to Hoff. How had he done that?! Had Tim really been so caught up in his daydreams that he hadn't noticed the laughy woman or robed figure make their way to the table? He ran his fingers through his hair, distraught. He hoped that this was the last person who'd sneak up on him.
The timid hunter raised both of his hands, motioning for everyone to stop. "Before we get all friendly with each other, how about an introduction or two?" He carped.
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Post by Hoff on Dec 8, 2011 21:30:03 GMT -6
"Well, maybe in terms of restraint." Hoff nodded
"Of course, what did you think I meant?" The man certainly didnt strike him as very skilled, not that it was something Hoff thought he could guess properly just by looking at someone. Anyway it would not be a thing to bring up as a first time conversation.
He slopped across the table from... Sexti? He laughed a little though stifled it quick "Tim, good to meet you"
From his best guess this guy was probably a simple commoner, maybe a servant for a lord, at most a traveling merchant? He rarely saw people act so timid. Either he thought he had something imporant to hide, or was just an odd fellow. In case of the first Hoff doubted it would be anything of his personal intrest, he had met plenty of fluff-headed wonderers that though everyone was after their meger possesions.
"Before we get all friendly with each other, how about an introduction or two?"
Hoff started "I was an acrobat, an entertainer, for quite a while. I just left the work recently. It gets tiring being in a circus and the pay isn't very good." then added "Now I consider myself a sellsword."
"Only one?"
Looking back at the woman he shrugged again "I am not that thankful. I did not care to stay here so much as to pay double, though it is done, and might as well."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2011 11:19:05 GMT -6
Erio leaned back in her chair and observed the two her amber eyes taking each apart piece by piece. Tim seemed rather timid and jumpy like a rabbit or even more so a mouse. The more she looked at him the more mouse like he seemed with the small eyes and the slightly pointed nose, lastly the ears were in the perfect position and angle. A soft smirk took over her lips as she continued to stare silently at him and suddenly moved her gaze to the rouge.
This one looked more menacing, though still held some humor. A beaver possibly, thought that was not a particularly menacing creature. Maybe a badger, it fit with his shifty eyes. Then the last one was hooded like...a spider? She debated that for a few moments and shook her head. The cloaked one was a beetle.
"Introductions?" she asked Tim twirling a lock of her loose hair around her finger "I suppose those are necessary. I am Erio" she said simply staring up at the flickering lamps.
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Post by Kressen on Dec 10, 2011 0:55:30 GMT -6
Kressen stared at the gathering crowd of young adventures as they introduced themselves. He was glad he was in long black robes that hid his features or else the group would see him shivering. He hadn't talked to a group of people this large since before the incident. It was making him a nervous wreck, but he hid it well.
He listened as they all introduced themselves placing names with faces. Tim seemed to be a shy jumpy fellow. Hoff seemed pretty straight foreword with his introductions showing confidence. Erio on the other hand threw him off slightly. While she seemed care free and friendly she didn't seem to be all there at the moment staring at the lamps seemingly uninterested in what was going on at the moment.
Amber eyes stared out from underneath the cloak as he began to introduce himself. "My name is Kressen and I guess I'm what you would call a wandering shaman." There was no point in trying to hide the fact any longer with the other patrons whispering rather loudly their suspicions about him. He sits at the table steeling his nerves trying to force himself to get back to normal socially.
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
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There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
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Post by Sextimus on Dec 13, 2011 12:59:35 GMT -6
"O, uh, well I uh, just thought that-." Tim stuttered in response. That was a very valid question. What had he been thinking? Why else would this rogue, who barely knew him, be praising him? Of course he'd be commending his restraint, what else could he have approved of? It all seemed so obvious now. Tim felt like the fool for making such an absent minded blunder. Tim closed his eyes and slicked his hair back. O well, it wasn't the first mistake he'd ever made and it surely was not the most grievous. No, the winner of that award went to when he taunted those border bandits. 'N-nothing, pay it no mind." His tone was rather defensive.
Tim's face grew a little bright as the rogue chuckled at his name. Curses, why did his name warrant so much guffawing? It wasn't that uncomm... well no, no it was extremely uncommon. Unheard of, really. His name came from a dead tongue after all, just about everybody would be ill-acquainted with it. He couldn't expect this man to take it seriously. He wished he would though. Curse the stars and fortunes and everything else that made his parents give him the name “Sextimus”. Why in Elimine's name did he have to be cursed with such a joke of a name?
He placed a his cheek on a fist, leaning onto the table. He surveyed each of the travelers as they introduced themselves. So, Hoff was an acrobat turned sell-sword. That, more or less, figured. He'd subdued the leader of the brutes with a certain grace. Tim wondered how he'd learned to wield a sword. The laughy girl studied each of the men before giving her own introduction. Erio, just Erio. Tim was alright with that. Short and sweet was probably the best way to go at the moment, it was what he planned to do. And then the hooded man introduced himself. A shaman, truly? This man was very bold. Society did not exactly smile upon elder magic, yet the robed fellow seemed to have no qualms about admitting his practice. His courage won some of Tim's respect and envy.
Tim felt a little more at ease now, feeling slightly acquainted with these three strangers. It had been a bit overwhelming when the lot of them had rushed the table. And then there was a hush. Tim looked around a bit nervously, wondering why everyone had fallen silent. And then it hit him. They were waiting for his introduction. He scratched his head a bit nervously. Despite requesting an introduction from everyone else, he hadn't really prepared one of his own. Tim lifted his head and leaned back in his chair. "Ah, well I suppose it's my turn then." He bit his lip, trying to come up with a story. "Uh... well I'm uh, I'm from Ilia and.." Come on Tim, think. You're a smart.... you're a bright.... you thought up a lot of tall tales in your youth. Think one up now! Ugh, this whole situation was dreadful. He didn't want them to know that he was a runaway, partly because he wasn't comfortable discussing it and partly because he was paranoid. But, what else could he be? Think Tim, think. Maybe he was on a pilgrimage. Ah, a pilgrimage, yes that worked. "I'm on a pilgrimage, you could say that I, much like Kressen, am currently a simple wanderer.” Yes, that was good, that was believable.
(Sorry for the tardy post. A few things have been getting in my way of writing.)
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Post by Hoff on Dec 14, 2011 15:00:59 GMT -6
Hoff nodded slightly eyeing him. Accepting the ale from the bartender he playfully clinked Tim's cup of water with his own as if making a toast. "Well, good to meet you. Don't take my outburst as anything in particular against Sacaens. I had a rough morning, but more so, I haven't patience for bull-sh**t". So Illian, huh. Hoff stiffened a little but decided it better not talk about where he was from. He didnt know how the stranger would take it and didn't really want want to find out. "Hmm, I must admit, on first glance I didnt take you for a priest. What sort of pilgrimage, if you dont mind me asking?"
He turned to the shaman, unsure of what to say. Finally he came out with it as simply as he could "And what do you...erhm.. do in your wonderings?" He imagined dark temples and nefarious plots, dealing with corpses and other such un-likable stuff. Seemed like an interesting profession, though he couldnt think of an honest way to make a profit at it.
The woman Erio was dressed very nicely and he assumed come from money. Not wanting to stare and give her the wrong impression, he looked into his tankard and spoke out while taking a swig. "And you - you arent from around here.. are you?".
He put his foot up against a table leg and pushed back, leaned in his chair looking around at the group. The ale was decent but not really his thing and Hoff called out "Wine next time barkeep, Ill be pissing all day trying to work a buzz up with this stuff!" He looked back hoping not to offend the two pilgrims that didn't seem big on alcohol. Still, to each his own, and decided not to bother them about it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2011 23:57:32 GMT -6
The corner of Erio's lips curled up in a slight smirk as she watched the meek little shaman introduce himself. She was not in the slightest way making a fool of him, merely bemused by his actions. Shamans were often shoved away into the dark corners of society from fear many associating dark magic with evil. Of course such mundane ideas were of no interest to her in the slightest. Humans merely feared what they were blatantly unable to understand. It was what made them so pitiful, so ignorant in their ways. Yet she was one of them and had to accept it. Though the shaman as most of his kind did seemed to be weak of mind against any manipulations.
Though now that she looked at Tim he seemed to be quite the same as the Shaman in personality. He seemed to have the same meek demeanor seeming to go rather unnoticed on a regular basis. Though both of the two were wanderers, it seemed to be quite the common profession in these times. On the other hand with the trouble brewing in Etruria she understood how many people would wish to be out of the way of the shock that would overtake the continent. It made sense that such a big chance would go down in books especially after what had happened to Ostia what seemed like a few years before.
She smiled softly mind having wandered elsewhere into the maze of the human mind. She shook her head slightly to dislodge the rest of them and focused back onto the matter before her eyes slipping onto the next of them, the roguish one with slightly shifty eyes.
The barkeep brought over an ale for her as well and she accepted it with a sweet smile kicking he legs up onto the table and leaning back as she took a swig. another smirk forming at his question. "I find that an easy observation" she answered lightly. "I am obviously not, though I find that of little importance at that moment." She watched him carefully to see what he would do next.
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Post by Kressen on Dec 17, 2011 13:28:52 GMT -6
Well this isn't so bad...at least for now. He takes a sip of the tea the barkeep has set before him noticing his hands aren't shaking as much. Hoff asked him what he did in his wanderings so he contemplated what to say for a moment.
He sets down the cup and turns his head towards Hoff. "Well I'm still mastering my magic so I'm looking for ways to test it...and people to test it on such as brigands." Kressen mentally kicks him self for saying that, but he just felt he should be honest with this group.
"I've been looking for a group to join so I can sharpen my skills and make some money." I need to hurry up and find one since I'm running out of money. It will probably be a difficult task since many fear the magic he practices because its considered evil by many.
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Post by Cen on Dec 19, 2011 0:10:25 GMT -6
Cen felt out of place in Sacae. He'd always heard that Sacaens were tall, but they weren't much bigger than people from Lycia. Okay, he shouldn't be surprised by that but he was. Cen towered over almost all of the people he passed as he waded through the streets of Bulgar. It wasn't hard to get through people, they moved aside for the tall boy holding the lance. Eventually he saw a modest inn, probably in his price range, and walked in.
He had to duck his head under the doorway when he passed under the door frame. He walked up and sat at table a table near the front. A pretty older woman came up to him, she had a gap in between her teeth, but something about her was appealing to Cen. She smiled at him and said, "Anything you like handsome? Big boy like you could do with a bit of ale." He doubted she actually thought of him as handsome, but he didn't mind. "I'll have a cider please." She smiled and bent down close to his face. "First one's free for you sweetie." Yeah, but your tip from a young red-blooded man usually makes up for that right? She swung her hips from side to side as Cen watched, then shook himself off, knowing he'd probably end up giving her the money she wanted. He felt manipulated and disgusted with himself.
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
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There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
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Post by Sextimus on Dec 21, 2011 17:53:42 GMT -6
With his introduction done and given, Tim began to zone out. He didn't really like spending time around these people. Not that he disliked them. They seemed like a fairly amicable and open bunch. It was just that he'd blundered and made a fool of himself. Twice, if he counted the awkward introduction. Tim didn't like spending too much time around other people. They made him feel uneasy. Every time he had a conversation with someone he ended up saying something foolish or inappropriate. Even if what he said was only a minor blemish on a sunny situation, the mistake would cause him to feel like a... a... a goose among ducks. Goose among ducks, that was silly. Tim made a mental note of the jargon.
Tim just sort of sat there, looking glum. He'd have to endure an exchange with him for the next few moments. Hopefully that wouldn't be too long. Tim tried to find ways to pass the time until then. But what could he do? Ah, of course. He could eat the meal the chef had brought him. Why hadn't he thought of this earlier? It must have been because of everything that had just happened. With all the commotion, he'd nearly forgotten to enjoy the nice meal his xenophobic hosts had placed before him. With fork and knife in hand, he descended on the spud. He sliced through the potato, creating lumpy, circular sections. He skewered one of the pieces with his fork and proceeded to cover it with a veil of butter. Tim chewed on the vegetable Or maybe it was a fruit. He didn't know. Fortunately, his lack of knowledge in food categories didn't subtract from the potato's flavor. It was a little bland truthfully, but that was generally the best way to serve a cooked potato. Plain, with a bit of salt and butter. It satiated the grey hunter's taste buds, and the heat it generated only served to fill him.
As he enjoyed his meal, he heard Hoff call him a priest. Priest? Where did he get that idea? Tim didn't remember indicating that he was a brother. He opened his mouth and tried to correct the rogue. "I'm not a, uh..." Tim stopped himself. Oh, what did it matter? So what if Hoff thought he was a priest. It was irrelevant, Tim didn't intend to take further part in his company after breakfast.
Then Hoff asked him a very direct question. What kind of a pilgrimage was he on? Saint's name, he didn't know, it was a lie. Maybe he could casually pass it off, make another small lie. Tim didn't like the direction this was headed. "O, well uh. I'm erm." Think, think. "I'm trying to join a mercenary guild!" That worked. "You see I'm not actually a priest. I'm a bowman, of sorts. I've only ever hunted animals, and frankly I'm a timid fellow, so the guild was wary of accepting me." Funny, Tim was having an easier time lying then telling the truth. His stutter was even gone. "They suggested that I travel Elibe and reflect on my decision. And well, here I am." Tim enjoyed that. So much so, that he forgot to keep his tale small. Well, it wasn't a big problem. He'd not travel with these fellows after all.
His interest a bit piqued, Tim listened in as Hoff spoke with the other strangers. It was amusing that Hoff distrusted Kressen almost immediately. Tim didn't blame him though, what with all the misconceptions about elder magic up in the air nowadays. Tim himself would be intimidated by the shaman, were it not for one of Leon's mercenaries. Dietrich, a shaman herself, had enlightened Tim's understanding of elder magic. He watched as Kressen met Hoff's skepticism. That was a tad unnerving. Seemed like this character held little reservation regarding human life. An unappealing concept. Still, he mentioned that he needed to find a mercenary group and that was a topic Tim could discuss. "I'm afraid you've arrived a tad late, my friend." He picked up his cup of water and took a refreshing gulp. "There was this red-haired Sacaen, big, big fellow, recruiting all sorts of mercenaries the other day. I'm sure he wouldn't have minded you tagging along. In fact, I think some of his men consisted of shamans." He rubbed his chin in thought. "Yes, I think he tried to recruit this girl with a flux tome. That's the mark of a shaman in learning is it not?"
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Post by Hoff on Dec 21, 2011 23:11:04 GMT -6
Ah a bowman. Still on a pilgrimage - Hoff thought about the word pilgrimage, after all he always associated it with pilgrims on some sort of a vision quest and whatnot. He didnt want to question it and somehow annoy the man further, his distaste was already clear enough - maybe it was part of his character along with the timidness. At a lack of words for what to say Hoff only smiled and vaguely looked around the room. The man had already assumed enough about him and saying anything would probably do nothing positive. It was a tough way for someone to simply exist, without wearing the shining armour of a knight or the obvious markings of a mage. One look it was enough to be taken for a criminal - still what people thought was of no concern to him, and frankly he did not care further.
He turned to the shaman and spoke rather loudly, the wine slightly getting to him "I am sorry if anything I said seemed.... mistrusting. I was simply curious. Even then I cant at all see how anyone would come to that conclusion. - I may just be paranoid for apologising. Wine makes me that way"
He watched the the man finally stop stumbling over himself "I see. A mercenary is a respectable position, I applaud you for your hard work in taking a trip around the word to find yourself"
"I find that an easy observation"
Hoff wasnt going to let himself be one upped by her "Well, I've made others - this was just a good one to start with. "
He shook his head at having to hear about yet another wondering hero, yet again. Speaking of such things was so common - other heroes were always in peasants' thoughts and tales. They spoke of them as if wishing the would appear and save them, a rather pathetic notion for commoners to cling to. Turning again to the shaman he spoke "Plenty of bandits to test yourself against! I have not met a single person that did not fear your magic. I know nothing of it myself, and still wouldn't cross you"
"A round of drinks for us all bartender!" Hoff shouted, completely forgetting about the shaman and hunter's lack of preference for alcohol, only wishing to end the breakfast/lunch on a positive note "And make it strong!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2011 21:43:10 GMT -6
The conversation began to drag and Erio sighed her face wiped of emotion as she stared around at the various patrons. Words began to float over her head and she focused on the windows watching all who passed. Sacaen people lived so differently then the Etrurian way she grown up with, not that she preferred that way in the slightest over another. They all fascinated her immensely how people who lived so differently yet had such similar tendencies. Though she was not focusing on something on something so mundane. Rather she was keeping her eye out for anyone who stood out. She had taken on a job of getting rid of some nearby bandits and it would be useful to know if they had any movement in the area that would be of assistance to her mission.
Her ears suddenly perked up at the mention of drinks, all the traces of her previous indifference erased from her face. Drinks were always good, especially the ones that came without a price. Though she knew that was never true and there was always no matter how slight the string attached was. She quickly glanced between the three and a soft smile sprouted on her lips, beetle and mouse did not seem like ones to profit from the devil's milk no matter how sweet the taste.
Soft smile still playing about her lips she looked over her shoulder to the barkeep who was hurrying their way four tankards clutched tightly in his hands. He slammed them down with a loud bang in the center of the table eying Erio. “Don't be getting too drunk lass, fighting bandits with the after affects of this would not do well in one's favor even with the most battle hardened of men.” She glanced up and raised a brow “No worries here good sir, I will have the deed done.” He shrugged and walked away to tend to the other patrons.
Reaching forward she daintily pulled one of the tankards towards her and brought it up to her lips. The young woman's cheeks were still stained a poppy pink from her previous rounds though it did not seem to hinder her mind in the slightest so far. Humming a soft melody she downed the drink in record time and slammed it down onto the table with a loud resounding 'thunk'. Without even the slightest thought to common etiquette she ran the back of her hand across her lips getting rid of any remaining drops.
With a satisfied sigh she reached forward again slightly oblivious to her surroundings as she grabbed a second tankard and leaned back the old wooden legs creaking from her weight as she did. Placing the tankard to her lips Erio downed it almost as fast as the previous ones. Her soft smile from before grew into a large grin as well as previously pink cheeks slipped into a soft crimson hue.
Large amber eyes were oddly clear as she lay her head on the table and gave out a slight giggle the alcohol taking its effect. A warmth washed through her body kindling in her toes and shooting up through her limbs. At first it was comforting by then after a few moments it started to grow well too warm. “Hot...” she mumbled fanning her face with her hand though it did little to counter the raging heat.
She pushed herself back into a sitting position and swayed dangerously in her seat hands pulling at her shirt. It felt so tight against her heated skin, so constricting making her breaths come in short gasps. With a whine she hooked her fingers under the hem and pulled it over her head and held it in front of her face to inspect the new torture device. Who would be so brainless to make such a garment? “A fink” she answered herself out loud her eyes noticeably misted over now from the drinks.
Brow furrowed she tossed it over her shoulder with a flourish it landing on the head of a green eyed green haired traveler who sat a short ways away. Then with a drunken laugh the now drunken Erio lay her head back down onto the table and promptly fell asleep.
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Post by Hoff on Dec 22, 2011 22:18:42 GMT -6
Hoff watched the woman steadily reach and probably exceed her limit. He was still leaning in his chair when talk of bandits came up. He noticed a few patrons listen excitedly and frowned. What was she getting herself, and them, into. A rather portly looking fellow walked up and tapped Hoff on the shoulder
"Are you.. are you here for the men attacking the roads?" He looked rather excited to continue on "They have been-" Hoff cut him off
"No - im here for a drink" The guy looked rather taken a-back and walked away, a few others were still chatting amongst themselves, looking over at their table. Hoff's frown turned into a grimace as a couple even cheered and asked the bartender to bring them more drinks.
And then, quite suddenly, she reached for her shirt. Hoff choked on his drink taking care to to aim his coughing fit at the floor rather than the others at the table. He loosened his cloak and threw it over her, still trying to steady himself - the rest of the inn became alive with yelling and even more cheers. He shook his head bewildered, and quickly finished his own drink hoping the woman was actually alive and not simply died from alcohol abuse.
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Post by Cen on Dec 25, 2011 0:53:58 GMT -6
Cen all of a sudden had a womans shirt on his face. He was a young man, so his sheepish grin and red cheeks were involuntary. He lightly lifted the shirt off of his head and folded it as he saw the girl collapse, and watched the scene with a cloaked man yelling and throwing his cloak over her. He couldn't blame her for taking off the shirt, that was the alcohols fault. It was however her fault for drinking too much for her fragile frame to handle. Not that he minded or would hold a grudge or anything. He slowly got up and walked over to where to woman sat seemingly asleep.
He didn't want to wake the young lady. So he adressed the others at the table, "Excuse me sirs, where ah-I, sorry, come from it's customary that a man wait until a drunk woman comes to to give her the shirt she threw at him." He smiled to show he was mostly joking.
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Post by Kressen on Dec 29, 2011 1:03:11 GMT -6
Kressen was growing more at ease with this group. It may be the fact that they were all chill young people who were probably as green as he was, but he felt his anxiety slowly fading. His eye's lit up upon hearing Sextimus talk of more shamans in the area. Many shamans were reclusive so hearing that there may be several others in the area came as a pleasant surprise.
"Yes the Flux Tome is the standard for many shamans." He sighs mournfully thinking of his lack of skill with the ancient magic. "Truth be told no one should really fear my magic. I'm far better at throwing a punch than casting a spell at the moment." He was watching the girl known as Erio while he spoke. He thought that her small frame was just a rouse to make one think she couldn't handle her drink. The way she downed her booze did not however reflect on her alcohol tolerance.
As he was about to ask about what they knew about this recruiter the girl tossed her shirt off onto some new patron in the bar. Great now it feels like the Isles. Kressen was used to this drunken behavior since he grew up in the pirate ridden islands to the west. Still even though he didn't like to think on his past a grin crossed his face as he thought on those drunken nights among the sailors.
The grin vanished as the other patrons became rowdy at Erio's antics putting his nerves back on edge. Best put something on her drunken self before things get to out of hand. He pulls on a string and slides out of his large robe intent on putting it on the girl, but Hoff beats him to it. Now he is standing clad in a black under shirt showing that not all magic users fall under the pale and frail stereotype. He is fit and muscular with strong arms. He is also very tan with several scars here and there so he looks like he should be swinging an axe instead of carrying a tome.
He sits back down as he folds up his robe realizing how warm it is in the tavern. He puts his arms back on the table and wrap his hands around his mug of tea as another stranger shows up. Some tavern patrons boo at Hoff’s display of chivalry making Kressen clench up causing his muscles to bulge slightly. The stranger has his attention though as he makes his joke and returns the shirt. "Oh well that’s very polite of you stranger." His voice is fairly deep, but strained cause of his nerves so he may look more threatening than he appears.
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