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A Druid of Oddities.

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Hexter	A Druid of Oddities.	Lead	[-]
Posts: 1 (12/31/11 5:27 AM) Holy Candidate Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Tags : None In the early morning of a comfortable day, an elf of unusual stature entered The Shady Dragon Inn. He would slip in with ease, working his best to stay out of the way of the barmaids and other patrons who worked eagerly to prepare for the coming hours of the day. The signs of age and travel told tales upon his worn leather gear and tattered cloak, even going so far as to show the leaves in his very hair. As he passed he even offered to aid some of the patrons in their preparations, setting up tables and chairs as an extra hand. Soon enough the work was done, and he found himself a nice spot in the corner, setting his gear and packs upon the table in a mildly organized manner. The elf remained as a reserved figure within the inn, watching as the people came and went, occasionally striking conversation with the same elven barmaid as she passed. After several moments, she finally came and sat with him, bringing a wide smile to the elf's otherwise neutral face. The two spoke for some time, idly chatting about their commonalities and their homeland of Kelethin. The druid spoke of his adventures by the barmaid's request, but he didn't seem too keen to let loose too much information. Whether he was being humble or secretive, it would be difficult to pick out. After some time of talking, and with the Inn's crowd growing in size, the barmaid readied herself to return to work, starting with the simple question she meant to ask to begin with. " Is there something you'd like to drink then...?" She spoke smoothly as most elves do, but the tone of curiosity caught her customer's ears. "Water, if you don't mind. I'm not very keen on ales and spirits." His smile held as she stood up to get his drink, and his hand rose to stop her for a moment. "Helent'arn Aleskan... But most just call me Hex." The barmaid smiled at Hex and he returned it in kind, watching her walk away before leaning back into his seat and sighing contently, turning his head towards the nearby window to watch the morning sun rise. Last Edited By: Hexter 12/31/11 6:00 AM. Edited 2 times.
Scarlota		#1	[-]
Posts: 127 (12/31/11 3:59 PM) Sigil of the Staid Inflamer Grand Sigil of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	<A high elf with flaming red hair and dress to match glides through the doorway just as one of the barmaids walks away from a table where an unfamiliar elf sits with bags piled on the table. Not sure if the table being covered in his belongings is an unconscience sign on his part of not wanting to be disturbed, she walks over to the bar and perches upon a stool. As the bartender serves a glass of what looks to be no more than sparkling water to fill his drink order, Scarlota reaches out and gently touches the barmaid's arm...> "What's with the stranger in the corner there, do you know? Messenger? Passing through?" <she turns to the bartender briefly> "A bit early for my usual elven wine so how about a nice large mug of hot chocolate in the spirit of the season, if you please." <she turns back to the barmaid to listen to the answer to her question about the newcomer> "I'm sorry but I don't honestly know, Staid Inflamer." she replied. " He came in and went right to helping us set up the tables and chairs, then told me of a few of his adventures before it started picking up in here. Never stated what his exact business was though. He did say his name was Hel...Helen....well, he said to call him Hex. His name is a bit tricky and I am a bit embarrassed to admit I will have to hear it once more before daring to speak it myself." <with a quick nod and a smile, the barmaid walked over and deposited the glass of water on the table in front of the elf before moving on to take an order at another table. The high elf glanced back at the stranger before turning back to the bar to drink her hot chocolate>
Hexter		#2	[-]
Posts: 2 (12/31/11 5:09 PM) Holy Candidate Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Hex seemed otherwise unknowing of the newcomer, his eyes never leaving the window to watch the sun. His ear twitched as he caught conversation through the bustle of talk, and his gaze finally shifted away towards the bar. Though he didn't meet the eyes of the high elf he noticed her turn away, a smile crossing his face. A brief nod and thanks was given to the barmaid as she came and went, and the wood elf took a rather large drink of his water before setting it down quietly. After a long moment he finally stood up, noting the things he left on the table as he grabbed a rather intricate looking scimitar, tying it's hilt around his belt and making his way towards the bar. He easily moved between the now bustling inn's patrons, slipping and sliding around until he got to his destination, taking a seat next to the fiery red high elf. A long moment of awkward silence passed from Hex, as if he was uncomfortable. Finally he spoke up, turning his eyes to the high elf for an attempt of gathering her attention. "I see I'm not the only one in for an early drink." He said with a smile, obviously struggling to maintain a kind tone. The lack of socialism glowed from the wild looking elf, but it didn't stop him from trying his best.
Scarlota		#3	[-]
Posts: 129 (01/01/12 11:16 AM) Sigil of the Staid Inflamer Grand Sigil of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	<Scarlota turned to look at the wood elf who had crossed the room to join her and as he spoke and offered a smile> "Not so much a drink as to come in and see who may be about. I have been a bit out of touch lately, locked away in my library studying spells and such, so I thought I would come see what was going on." <she motioned towards her huge mug> "As you can see, way too early for any kind of spirits -- at least for me anyway. I don't drink much to begin with. The whole idea of losing control and all, you understand. Since it seems there is no-one to actually introduce us, allow me to present myself." <she rises from her stool, standing tall beside it> "Scarlota Daghda, Sigil of the Staid Inflammer. 90th season magician and dabbler in all things tradeskill I am allowed by the gods to get into. Oh, unofficial secondary Sigil of Everlost....which is self explanitory I am sure." <she gives a half bow before perching herself back on her stool and stirring her chocolate to take a sip> "Now onto more interesting talk. What brings you to the Shady Dragon? Was it Keats who suggested you drop in? He is usually here when a newcomer finds their way here. Regardless, shall you be staying for a while?" <she leans toward the wood elf slightly, keeping steady eye contact to show she is truely interested in hearing his responses>
Hexter		#4	[-]
Posts: 3 (01/01/12 2:20 PM) Holy Candidate Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The Wood Elf was seemingly taken aback by her introduction, a slight smile crossing his face as he attempted to gather his own through her example. A chuckle of nervous nature escaped the otherwise calm druid, "Keats, yes. He told me I should stop by and take a look for myself." His what seemed to be a continuing sentence was halted, and he soon realized he hadn't even introduced himself in return. Thinking himself incredibly rude he stepped up from his seat, attempting to somewhat copy her tall stance, though he barely reached her height. "Helent'arn Aleskan," He spoke hesitantly, thinking his next words through before continuing on in a bow, "58th Circle of the Preservers, or more commonly known as Druids." He came up in what looked like a hurry, clearly revealing his hesitation in even taking his eyes off of her for too long. "Most just call me Hex." He soon sat once again, looking to her and smiling as if looking for approval. "I'm actually hoping to become a Sigil myself. I know much of the ways of a lone road, and I've decided it's time I regained some companionship. Your kinsmen and your ways are intriguing to me, and I'm curious to see just how you all work together." Hex smiled a bit wider, his confidence seemingly growing the longer he remained in the conversation. "I apologize for my... How do they say it... Bouncing of topics, but you said you're a well seasoned magician. You're among the spell casters whom summon the Elements to fight with them?" A ring of interest laced his attempt at remaining neutral as he spoke to her, his golden eyes locked on her as if he were a hawk staring down upon a single wanderer as they passed.
Scarlota		#5	[-]
Posts: 133 (01/02/12 8:46 PM) Sigil of the Staid Inflamer Grand Sigil of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	<though the high elf's facial expressions tended to remain neutral, her smile became a bit brighter and her eyes warmer at hearing the words spoken by the wood elf> "A new potential member of the family? How nice. WELCOME Hex!!! Most of the Sigils have taken to calling me Lota when not addressing me with my Sigil name. Always glad to see more people who have heard the calling to find themselves. I haven't a problem with your 'bouncing of topics' as you put it. I can keep up quite well. A druid you say? Starlene will be THRILLED to hear that, if she hasn't already. Have you perchance met her yet? Oh, by the way....I can't say I summon the elements to fight with me so much as to keep me from taking more dirt naps than I currently do WITH their help." <she glances back to his table laden with his personal effects> "Would you feel more comfortable sitting nearer to your belongings? Or maybe if you have chosen a room here at the Inn you could wisk them up there and tuck them away. The rooms are perfectly secure and your treasures would not be out in the open. I did not approach you at your table when I entered because I have found in my past travels that one tends to bury themselves behind piles of books, belongings or other items when not wanting to be intruded upon. Besides, I am sure we are bound to be joined at any time by any number of other Sigils and I would hate for whatever wild drinks they might bring to the table to get spilled all over your bags." <she motions for the bartender to refill her mug as she waits for Hex's response, not wanting to rush him>
Renarc		#6	[-]
Posts: 33 (01/02/12 11:02 PM) Sigil of the Leopard Order of the Mighty Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The door opens again as a slender Feir'dal steps into the room. He barely glances at the inn's occupants, instead making a beeline for the bar. Only when he has a mug of his favorite ale does he take the time to look around. Noting the newcomer, his pale green eyes light with interest. His sharp ears catch the last of Scarlota's words, and he figures that's as good an invitation as any other. Mug in hand, he makes his way over to where the two are sitting. He pulls out a chair, offering a nod and a soft hello by way of greeting. Not wanting to interrupt the conversation more than he already had, he otherwise remains mute, simply listening.
Akierra		#7	[-]
Posts: 317 (01/03/12 4:19 PM) Sigil of the Unsparing Companion Order of the Wayfarers Ambassador Emeritus Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Half daydreaming and singing quietly to herself, a young half elven woman saunters into the Shady Dragon. A quick glance around the room and she notices a few new faces. She stops singing and offers the nearby table a smile and a wave. Without another thought she makes her way to the bar and orders herself a half a glass of cooled cider. She tosses the barkeep a few extra silver pieces, for his time and effort in getting her drink just right. Still smiling, Akierra makes her way over to the gathered group she noticed when she came in. "Ah, who do we have here Scarlota? New blood?" She smiles and offers a nod to everyone at the table, then extends her hand to the new comer. Her smile is genuine and her voice welcoming. "Akierra, Sigil of the Unsparing Companion. Pleasure to meet ya!"
Scarlota		#8	[-]
Posts: 136 (01/03/12 9:17 PM) Sigil of the Staid Inflamer Grand Sigil of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	<Scarlota and Hex had ended up making their way to the table before Renarc and Akierra made their respective entrances> "You see? Just as I said they have started to trickle in. You really might want to move your bags at least to the corner behind the table Hex. I haven't yet learned or heard of a spell to recover certain items or parchments from wine stains." <she turns and offers the two Sigils a smile and gestures for Akierra to pull up a chair and join as Renarc has already done> "Allow me to introduce Helent'arn Aleskan. 58th season Druid and newly joined as an applicant -- invited by Keats himself. He says he finds us 'intriguing" and wants to learn of how we work together." <turning to Hex, Scarlota makes introductions of the two Sigils> "Hex, may I present Renarc, Sigil of the Leopard and Akierra, who has already spoken for herself."
Hexter		#9	[-]
Posts: 4 (01/04/12 1:12 AM) Holy Candidate Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	((Going a layer darker with the green on request.)) Hex had followed Scarlota back to the table, watching as the others came in and found their way around. He nodded in return to Renarc as he is introduced, and stood to take Akierra's hand, following it with a low bow and a raise of her hand before seating himself once more. "I'm sorry that I hadn't spoken sooner, I lost myself in a bit of thought. It's a pleasure, Renarc and Akierra." He spoke softly as he moved his items from the table, trailing his hand along a scroll before setting it into his lap and nodding in agreement to Scarlota. "As was said, I'm interested in the companionship that your kinsmen gather. I have yet to meet someone who has caused me to turn a dark gaze upon them." He smiled contently at the thought as he spoke, hoping dearly that the day wouldn't come. At least not anytime soon, anyways. His golden eyes trailed to the three then beyond to the window. "So, all of the Sigils have these titles? 'of the Leopard', 'of the Unsparing Companion'? It seems quite a lot to remember." He said light-heartedly, looking back to the three in genuine hopes that he hadn't insulted any of them in any way. "Though I can certainly say they more than match the attitudes or the features of those they are placed upon."
Akierra		#10	[-]
Posts: 318 (01/05/12 5:07 AM) Sigil of the Unsparing Companion Order of the Wayfarers Ambassador Emeritus Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Akierra takes a seat at the table and listens as Hex speaks about his intrest of the Sigils, a smile quickly takes form on her lips and she nods at his final remark. "Indeed, we all hold a Sigil. It is..." She pauses a moment as her smile slowly turns to a playful grin and she gives Hex a wink. "Well you will find out soon enough." She giggles to herself, then takes a drink of her Cider. "So Hex, do tell us something about yourself. We all love a good story around here, especially us bardic types. Thats half the reason I come to the tavens and inns!" Akierra giggles once more as she listens, hopefully.
Hexter		#11	[-]
Posts: 5 (01/05/12 3:19 PM) Holy Candidate Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	He looked to Akierra, seeming to shift uncomfortably at the prospect of surprise. But a smile grew upon the druid's face, and he eventually nodded. "Well, I'm not exactly the greatest at stories. It doesn't come naturally to me like it does others." He leans back in his seat, drawing in a deep breath and speaking with the exhale, "But... I suppose it's only fair. Stranger walks into a bar claiming knowledge of the Sigils and doesn't even bother to give a story of his own." Hexter chuckled to himself, then leaned upright and placed his forearms on the table, grasping his water glass in a sort of odd support. "Well, I was born in Kelethin amongst the others of my race. My mother and father were both Emerald Warriors, and their time with me was short-lived. Battles with the Crushbone Clan claimed them from our kinsmen, and they were never discovered or seen again. My uncle was the one to take me in, saving me from orphanage and ultimately loneliness." He paused, seeming to bring his thoughts about with the story, a smile passing on his face as his memories turned. "His name was Denalian, the oldest Druid in the Aleskan family. He raised me for a brief time, taught me the ways of the Mother and how to respect and treat Nature. But he too was soon called to battle, and through chance I was taken in by Nordom, a Barbarian of the North and one of their shamans. I spent the rest of my childhood there, growing up around the fierce and mighty Northmen." He chuckled once again, knowing the ridiculousness of one of his own amongst them. "For a time they didn't accept me, believed me to be 'Just another elf'. So I had to prove myself through trials set by Nordom and the other shamans. Physical and cerebral tests took most of my younger years, and after a brief time alone in the Everfrost, I returned to an accepting family of Northmen. I learned a bit about the spirits there, under Nordom's supervision. But the man who raised me, became my metaphorical father, sent me back to Kelethin after the news of my Uncle's dying age came." His eyes almost turned a shade darker of gold as the smile crept away from his face, his fingers tapping on the cup. It seemed as if he wanted to stop talking, but he felt rude doing so. Soon enough he opened up once more, "I spent many months at my Uncle's side, learning everything else there was to teach me about my Druidic magic. When it was time for his death, he gave me his Scimitar, and some words with it." He paused once again, taking a drink from his water and all together emptying it in one nervous gulp, hoping he hadn't spoken too much. "After his ceremony, I left for some time and adventured on my own, learning many things over the course of time I departed. Upon my return and having spent many years alone I looked to find companionship, kindred as welcoming as the Northmen themselves, and I stumbled upon a small note on a board from Keats." He smiled at the three, seemingly ending his story there.