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Nykodemas	Shelter from the rain...	Lead	[-]
Posts: 1 (01/29/12 7:29 PM) Sigil of the Soulforge Order of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Tags : None Thunder rumbled across the horizon. Though it had just begun to rain it was already promising to be a very long, very wet night. Soaked, I knew I needed to find shelter and a warm place to sleep. I trudged through the mud of the road praying quietly to Erollisi Mar asking for compassion and mercy from the elements when I saw it. A light ahead... not just a light but an Inn. Thank You Goddess. I walked up the steps admiring the fine craftsmanship of the sign.. it was a Dragon, shaded. Entering the common room squinting against the brightness, I saw all manner of people alone and in groups talking laughing and even a few napping by the fire. They looked my way as if to identify the stranger that let in the rain and the wind. "Greetings Traveler." said the barkeep, "Welcome. Dry yourself by the fire and give me a moment to bring you some ale." "Thank you," I said with a low bow, "It would be most welcome." I then turned to the room and bowed again introducing myself, "I am Nykodemas Stormweaver the humble magician." As I made my way to the fire, some one asked "What brings you out this rain cursed night?" Turning to address the speaker I replied, "I...I don't know. My memories are gone. The last thing I clearly remember was four years ago. I just found myself wondering in the rain and then I came to this place." "You poor soul. " another said and then the room was alive with kindness and companionship. I felt as if I belonged here. Such wonderful people. Maybe they would help me to rediscover myself and piece together the last four years. Thank you Goddess for answering my prayer... and so much more. Last Edited By: Nykodemas 01/29/12 7:33 PM. Edited 3 times.
Keats Lovesonnet		#1	[-]
Posts: 11864 (01/30/12 6:28 PM) High Sigil Defender of Love Sigil of the Silver Tongue Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	A dark haired half elven man rises from the bar and makes his way over. Welcome...Nykodemas is it? A pleasure. Make yourself at home here. The halfling bartender walks up with the mage's drink and hands it to him. Keats grins at Phil and offers his own wineglass for a refill. The halfling disappears back behind the bar again. Hopefully the storm will let up soon, but perhaps you might tell us more of your situation. A loss of memory, you say?
Schaharazade		#2	[-]
Posts: 77 (01/31/12 2:40 AM) Sigil of the Long Night Order of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	You poor soul, reiterated the dark-skinned woman by the fireplace. She rose and stepped forward with a fluid motion. Crossing the room in a sigh of silk, she reached forward to the stranger as golden light began to coalesce about her fingers. The light ran down into an irregular form that solidified into a blanket. Come, dear, have a seat by the fire. As the last glimmer of magic faded from the surface of the blanket, she wrapped it about his shoulders. With a gesture and gentle pressure on his shoulders, she indicated the seat she had vacated with a sympathetic smile. Questions can wait until you've stopped dripping, at least. She offers a brief scathing glance at Keats. Perhaps we can get you something warmer? A nice cup of tea, perhaps. I believe we might even have some fine cocoa left.
Keats Lovesonnet		#3	[-]
Posts: 11865 (01/31/12 2:56 AM) High Sigil Defender of Love Sigil of the Silver Tongue Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Keats rolls his eyes and grins irrepressibly at the Long Night but doesn't argue as she guides the stranger to a seat and wraps him in a blanket. This'll start him warming up, and I'll get him something that'll do the trick properly. With that, the bard walks around behind the bar himself and mixes up the hot chocolate she suggests, adding a healthy splash of Shar Vahl cream liqueur.
Nykodemas		#4	[-]
Posts: 2 (01/31/12 7:20 PM) Sigil of the Soulforge Order of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Tugging the blanket a bit tighter around my shoulders and happily excepting the hot cocoa I sip at it letting its warmth work its way to my bones.Quietly sighing with contentment. Thank you both. I am not sure where to begin. The last thing I remember was hunting ice giants in Velious. Then nothing. Apparently nothing of the last four years. I know who I am and what I am and I am slowly recalling some of my abilities and talents, but it is slow work. I just wish I knew what happened and where I've been for those years. Another sigh. This one not quite as content. I settle back in the chair and let the warmth and glow of the fire entrance my soul. I'm sorry. Maybe with a little more time I will remember some more. It has only been a couple days. Smiling at them both... I am very glad for people like you.... shaking the melancholy.... So, you're a Bard. Any new tales or songs in the the last 4 years? And you're name is Keats?... I then stand and turn to the dark skinned woman and bow appropriately... Forgive me M'Lady. I am forgetting my manners. Thank you for you warming touch. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name? Last Edited By: Nykodemas 01/31/12 7:22 PM. Edited 1 times.
Viertania		#5	[-]
Posts: 32 (02/01/12 6:02 AM) Vaskesz Greenfist Sigil of the Mistral Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The door opens then, and closes behind a woman of Drakkin descent. She runs her hands back along her crown, and wrings the rain out of her shoulder-length pony tail. A quick glance around the room lets her know she's found more than she expected, and the steaming cup of cocoa upon the bar draws her close to the threesome, and further out of the rain. "Mmmm, that smells good" Vier intones, walking towards the bar in boots that squelch. "Can I have a cup too, Silver Tongue?" Her smile is warm but slight as she slips her coins across the bar to Keats. "It's raining cats and dogs out there, and a few horses too." Viertania Vanosh sits down at the bar, her heavy plated armour creaking as it rearranges in this new position. "So, Who's in the blanket?" She asks unceremoniously. "Looks like a mage." Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm. Last Edited By: Viertania 02/01/12 6:42 AM. Edited 1 times.
Nykodemas		#6	[-]
Posts: 3 (02/01/12 5:31 PM) Sigil of the Soulforge Order of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Hearing the question I shrug off the blanket, hanging it up on the back of a chair close by and scoot my chair around to face the bar(not wanting to give up the warmth of the fire) "I am Nykodemas Stormweaver M'Lady. And you are correct in that I am a mage. I am at your service. The service of you all in fact for the wonderful hospitality you have shown me. First things first tho... Nyko is fine. It is what I am usually called." Finally drying off and warming up to the people and the place as well as the fire, I finish off my cocoa and walk up to the bar to join the three. "May I trouble you for another cup please?" this time dropping a few coins on the bar "And if you have anymore of that, what did you call it, Shar Vahl cream liqueur? That would be nice it it also." I say the last with a wink
Viertania		#7	[-]
Posts: 35 (02/01/12 6:19 PM) Vaskesz Greenfist Sigil of the Mistral Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The Warrioress can't help but smile as the mage shrugs off the blanket and as he turns his chair, she turns her smile to him. "Nyko, is it? What a nice name. I'm Viertania, a Warrioress of Veeshan." She listens to Nyko's request for cocoa, her brow furrowing slightly at the mention of cream liquer. "cream liquer? Is it alcoholic?" she asks dubiously while the rain continues to pour outside, making musics on the roof. "I don't drink... alcohol, but it certainly sounds delicious." and pictures of Vashir Brewing cream dance in her head. Wait, she thinks, is cream brewed or churned? and pictures of Vashir milking devices dance in her head. Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm.
Nykodemas		#8	[-]
Posts: 4 (02/01/12 8:20 PM) Sigil of the Soulforge Order of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	"It is a great pleasure to meet you Lady Viertania. I am not sure if the creme is alcoholic or not, but it sure tastes good." After finishing the second cup of cocoa, I decide it is most definitely alcoholic. I feel all warm and fuzzy. I quietly chuckle to myself about the discovery. "Yes M'Lady, I believe the creme is alcoholic." placing a few more coins down, "I don't suppose I might get a cup of tea please, with a little honey, and please get Lady Viertania whatever she would like also." I turn a warm smile to Viertania "A warrioress? How very impressive. Are you with an army or a mercenary or a solitary hunter? You know that your skills could be complimented if ever I where to aid you with a little magic." Feeling a little self conscience and hoping I haven't done or said anything stupid or offensive, I swallow hard, sip my tea and wait for her reply
Viertania		#9	[-]
Posts: 39 (02/01/12 9:11 PM) Vaskesz Greenfist Sigil of the Mistral Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Viertania nods her crown, her mouth curling at the corners in a slight smile. " I do have a mercenary who's companionship and healing capabilites are invaluable, but ordinarily I hunt alone. I prefer it that way, but I do occasionally have the opportunity to aid a group. I'm sure your magic would be a great compliment to my art." The warrioress wraps her hands around a mug of cocoa and breathes the chocolatey fumes before enjoying the first sip. "Do you enjoy your craft, Nyko? It's not often I get the chance to discuss magics.." A laugh escapes her "..Probably because I know so little about it." Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm.
Schaharazade		#10	[-]
Posts: 78 (02/02/12 3:06 AM) Sigil of the Long Night Order of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Long Night responds with a fluid curtsy. Lady Schaharazade of house Sassan, at your service. At Viertania's interjection, she tosses off another glare, but when Nykodemas receives it warmly she takes an inclusive step back to open the conversation. As Nykodemas turns toward the bar, she takes a seat on the hearth with an imperious air. It is not an aloof gesture, for she follows the developing conversation with interest, but a regal one--her posture and demeanor seem suitable to the finest of divans. When Nykodemas hangs the blanket by the fire, she waves distractedly, and it dissolves into shimmering yellow dust that scatters over the hearth and vanishes. One for me as well, dear. She glances to the window as a strong gust pushes a wave of thick rain against the panes. The cocoa, that is. I do love a good spot of tea, but it's a night for the warmth and comfort of cocoa. As soon as the drink is prepared and set on the bar, it vanishes and reappears in her hand.
Nykodemas		#11	[-]
Posts: 5 (02/02/12 4:52 PM) Sigil of the Soulforge Order of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	"Pleased to make your acquaintance Lady Schaharazade." Nyko watches with interest as the dark skinned woman positions herself equally close to the conservation and the fire and as she applies her craft with graceful fluidity. He then turns back to Viertania. "I do enjoy it... well did. I mean to say that I enjoy my craft, but presently it seems I have much remembering to do. In the few days that I have my senses back I am rediscovering what I know and what I remember of it I enjoy immensely." He laughs out loud "My apologies. It's just you must please forgive my lack of conversational articulation. Being raised since I was five by an old man does have its drawbacks." A remembering smile and a chuckle "I do remember this though." Nyko sits up straighter and squarely facing the bar, placing his fingertips together, and closes his eyes. First there was a low hum. Then it grew a bit louder to a slight buzz and a section of the bar top began to glow. Then where there was nothing, three apples, a loaf of bread and a wedge of cheese just simply came into focus. He smiles. "Would the ladies care to join me in a little snack to go with our drinks?" Last Edited By: Nykodemas 02/02/12 10:15 PM. Edited 1 times.
Viertania		#12	[-]
Posts: 40 (02/02/12 5:37 PM) Vaskesz Greenfist Sigil of the Mistral Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Watching the dark skinned one curtsey with a grace beyond Vier's reach, the Drakkin shifted a little uncomfortably. These two held a grace so fluid it was like water, or a curl of silk in the breeze. She watched as the blanket was turned to dust with a delicate flick of a dark wrist, , watched over Nyko who sat between the women, as the Dark Lady took her seat, and listened with interest as she introduced herself. Even the voice that escaped those dark lips was delicate, and Vier began to wonder if Nyko noticed her fuidity as much as herself. 'Taken for granted', she thought. 'He's as graceful as she.' And as if he'd heard the thought in her mind, Nyko sat up straighter and squarly faced the bar. She hardly heard his response to her question, and responded with a "Ayuh" that sounded more like "Ohuh." Nyko laughed out loud then, and Vier was roused from her eyes back to her ears. Nyko was saying, "It's just you must please forgive my lack of conversational articulation. Being raised since I was five by an old man does have its drawbacks." and Vier thought 'Conversational articulation. Conversational articulation. I'd never be as articulate as they.' She turned back to her cup of cocoa, now half empty; brought it to her lips as Nyko steepled his fingers before him; savoured the taste of the cocoa as a hum grew in the air; and spluttered her drink out in front of her in a chocolatey spray as the apples, loaf and cheese appeared in front of the magician. "Oh no!" she almost cried, abashed and embarressed. "Oh, I'm so sorry." the words tumbled out over one another even as she raced around the bar for a scrap of cloth. "Oh you startled me so badly!" she mopped at the bar, and wringed the cocoa back into her cup. "Oh, I'll never get used to you magic weilding folk" her face coloured with a blush that was as red as the apples. She mopped and wringed until the bartop was dry and sat back down, shielding her blush with her hands, her head hanging in embaressment. "Oh, I don't think it wise." she said, referring to the offer of a snack, "Apple chunks are hard to pick up with a cloth." And then she giggled, and the giggle bubbled up into a laughter so refreshing it cooled the blush from her cheeks, and wet the fire of her embaressment. Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm.
Scarlota		#13	[-]
Posts: 151 (02/02/12 7:24 PM) Sigil of the Staid Inflamer Grand Sigil of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	<The door seems to almost burst open once again, not only allowing in a flurry of rain across the threshhold but a high elf with flaming red hair and dress to match. She waves a hand and the door shuts with a soft click. She is surrounded in an aura of flames and the rain is visibly turning into a steam off her clothing and hair as she stands upon the rug just inside the doorway. She glances around to see who might be about as she waits for the remainder of the rain to be dried from her body. She spots her favorite Drakkin standing at the bar with Keats and someone she has never seen before and Schaharazade sitting nearby. Hearing the last exchange and seeing Viertania's discomfort as she finishes cleaning up the chocolate mess, the high elf walks over and puts an arm around the Drakkin's waist, giving her a slight hug as she does so....> "Viertania, you do quite well around those of us 'majic weilding folk' you are familiar with. Perhaps it is just a slight case of nerves at wanting to make a good impression on our newcomer here?" <she leans over and whispers in the Drakkin's ear> "You are perfect the way you are, as you were meant to be. Relax and just do what you do best.....make friends." <with that she turns and offers a nod to Schaharazade after which she turns her attention to Keats and the newcomer> "Keats the longwinded...<she pretends to cough> ...I mean Silver Tongued....introduce me."
Keats Lovesonnet		#14	[-]
Posts: 11870 (02/03/12 1:45 AM) High Sigil Defender of Love Sigil of the Silver Tongue Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Having been willingly relegated to the role of assistant bartender, Keats hums to himself as he helps Phil prepare some drinks for the growing group, handling the hot chocolate of both plain and treated varieties while Phil brews up a pot of tea. When Scarlota enters and teases him for his proclivity with words, he grins a bit in response and pretends to slosh the capped bottle of liqueur in her direction. Chuckling, he unscrews the cap, doses another mug with the stuff, and does as she asks as he puts the bottle away. Inflamer, this is Nykodemas Stormweaver, a magician who's sought refuge here from the storm. Nyko, please meet Scarlota Daghda, Sigil of the Staid Inflamer.
Nykodemas		#15	[-]
Posts: 6 (02/03/12 1:02 PM) Sigil of the Soulforge Order of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Nyko noticed the startled surprise of Viertania. The reddening of her face, her obvious discomfort, the elf woman's private whisper. He fears he has done something in error or has caused offense. In an effort to appease any discrepancy, he stands and faces the elf woman, giving the preferred elvish acknowledgment, a stiff bow from the waist, and in the ancient and harmonious elvish tongue... "It is most pleasurable and a great honor to be in the presence of one so noble Lady Daghda." He then resumes his seat and turns to Viertania with a warm smile and a more personal apology. "I am truly sorry for startling you M'Lady. I was thoughtless. I promise to announce any more of my conjuring." and glancing over to Keats, "Thank you for the fine introduction sir." Nyko hopes he has remembered all the pleases, thank yous and apologies. He is to over joyed with making new friends for such bad manners to ruin it for him.
Sildarye Darkmoon		#16	[-]
Posts: 6 (02/03/12 8:00 PM) Sigil of Venom Order of the Mighty Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	A palapable feeling of malice enshrouds the bar room, the candles seeming to dim. Once more the door slams open. Shrouded in armor so midnight blue as to appear almost black, the figure places her back to the bar room and looks up at the heavens. "Weakling" she says in a cold voice as she spits out into the storm. She turns and stalks into the bar. The hard clump, clump of the heavy boots resounds loudly. She strides up to the bar swiftly. She nods to Keats "Grand Sigil." She looks around the bar "Half-a-man?! Pulp!? Whatever your name is! Bartender?! Bring me ale!" She stops and sniffs loudly. "I smell.... kindness." The last word said with almost a growl. Her head swivels around and focuses on the newcomer. "Who and what are you?"
Nykodemas		#17	[-]
Posts: 7 (02/04/12 7:33 AM) Sigil of the Soulforge Order of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	At the sound of the door being thrown open, Nyko turned to observe the woman enter the inn. He grinned at her exclamation and challenge she shouted at the storm. He thought, 'warrior, or maybe even assassin'. After ordering her drink, she sniffed the air and said with disgust that she smelled kindness?? Her eyes turned to him in confrontation demanding who he was, but Nyko just returned the gaze and laughed out loud. He had smelled a lot of things but never kindness. Sensed it yes, but smelled??? He couldn't help it, the more he thought of 'smelling kindness' the more he chuckled on. In a moment or two he regained at least a little composure. "I am Nykodemas Stormweaver. Magician. I am here to be out of the storm. If I get to wet, my Kindness just might start to drown you know" eyes glinting with the humor and a Kind smile on his lips, though never wavering from this woman's gaze,he evenly made eye contact putting forth a challenge of his own, "And who are you? Is there some kindness I might show to you?" Nyko was enjoying himself. He loved this kind of "fight". The weight of the world, anger, hate, uncertainty against kindness, love, companionship. Though not simple enough to believe "Love always conquers all", as a follower of Erollisi Mar, and truly believing in Her teachings, he for one would smile and laugh to the end, showing kindness, compassion and love though it might get him nothing more than a dagger to the ribs. And even then he would die saying, 'What a shame. We could have been friends."
Scarlota		#18	[-]
Posts: 152 (02/04/12 11:17 AM) Sigil of the Staid Inflamer Grand Sigil of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	<Scarlota has but a moment to take in the newcomers response to Keats introduction before one of the Darkmoon sisters bursts through the door. Of all the choices it is the darkest one of the bunch plodding across the room with the grace of an ogre and manners of a street urchin. The High Elf merely looks at her as she makes a comment about 'smelling kindness' then shakes her head slightly and looks back towards the door. There is a very wet, very muddy trail from there to where Sildarye is standing next to the bar making a more pronounced puddle at her feet. Scarlota waves a hand and flames appear just above the wet trail and surround Sildarye gently, turning all the water into a vapor. She then calls forth a small gust of wind to gather up all the dirt left behind and direct it towards a corner where there is a dirt basin. Satisfied, she turns back to Nykodemas with a slight smile...> "Your Elvish is very good. Not only a pleasure to meet you, but nice to have another mage about. We do have several, but I feel one can never have too many arcanes around. You can call me Lota by the way, most do." <she perches upon a barstool and finally orders a glass of elven wine, looking between Nykodemas and Sildarye as she waits for the dark one to respond to his question>
Viertania		#19	[-]
Posts: 41 (02/04/12 9:07 PM) Vaskesz Greenfist Sigil of the Mistral Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The Warrioress' laugh is cut off abruptly as the door swings open and Scarlota enters with her usual flare. A smile curls Vier's mouth, as it always did when the beautiful Koada'dal was around. Something about her made Vier want to sing. But instead of singing she cleared her throat and nodded a greeting to the elf even as Scarlota whispered in her ear. The tenderness in those words made Vier blush again, and she lowered her head onto the bar, smiling a secret smile. It was Nyko's words that brought her crown up off the table where her centre horn had left a little indent in the soft-wood of the bartop. She smiled at him and shook her head, "Don't apologise, Nyko. It should be me apologising for startling you. I-" Her words were cut off as the door opened again, and even from behind Vier recognised the Venomous one. She half groaned and lowered her head to the table again as Sildarye stalked over to the bar. It was there, with her crown resting on her folded forearms, that she listened as the conversation unfolded around her. Viertania was not one to shy from a fight, but - unlike Venom - she wasn't the sort to start one either. Wondering what profanity would slip from Sildarye's tongue next, she closed her eyes and let her mind play over the sweet things Scarlota had whispered to her, keeping her ears open to the conversation around her.
Sildarye Darkmoon		#20	[-]
Posts: 7 (02/04/12 9:30 PM) Sigil of Venom Order of the Mighty Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	She strides boldly up to him, one hand on the hilt of her blade. "You mock me? ME?!! You think the stench of that weakling wench you call a goddess does not hang in the air like the sweat of a troll? You actually think there is anything I want from you that I cannot take?" Her eyes narrow dangerously.