Demons in the Bottle [open]

by **Trios** on October 16th, 2011, 5:20 pm

Timestamp: 6th day of Fall, 511 AV

It was approaching dusk and the only sources of light that seemed illuminate the room efficently seemed to b the odd candles that were scattered along the tavern. The smell of oak, open stoves and the musky Akalak ale seemed to float arounf the room. Of the occupants within there were only a few patrons being the tall midnight blue warriors who seemed to be talking joyfully amongst themselves. Two male humans eating their dinner while intently discussing something along the topic of finance. But Along the far wall of the establishment sat a rather tired Trios his face shadowed as he looked down at his table.

Trios's skin wasn't as dark as the Akalaks but where the skin of those beings were almost a midnight blue the Isur's skin made up in a kind of gem polished glow. Maps were unrolled across the Isur's table a lone candle illuminated them along with a large jug of some clear liquid in which to keep the man's sprits alive as he studied. The professionally done regional maps that were scattered around were very easy to obtain within Riverfall, the details of these papers could only come from individuals who actually lived in the area. It made spending the gold on these papers worth it, in fact Trios had made a mental note to only buy maps of an area from the nearest city.

One map that the Isur was intently gazing upon was a detailed map of Riverfall which surprised the man how detailed maps were if one purchased said items in the same area. As Trios gazed at expertly drawn map he cast glances over to his own map which he was drawing. It was a very crude and novice copy of the docks enlarged so that smaller details could be filled in.

Scale wise the whole copy was grossly inaccurate to the point where the Isur had started to simply write the actual distances of particular objects against the lines of his copy. Once the backbone of the map had been drawn, Trios slowly began fill in the details such as docking location and depth of the water around them. The latter was mixture of guesswork, observation and word of mouth as the Isur didn't have an exact means to gauge the depth.

What Trios really wanted was a observed record of Riverfall's port, there were many reasons Trios had for such a drawing but the most prominent was to keep a detailed collection of Mizahar maps, if anything Trios learned that information was sometimes worth more than gold.

As Trios's right hand carefully drew a few notes on the rocky cliff-side of the port, Trios's obsidian left hand clasped hard against the bottle on the table. Drinking the contained liquid inside small specks of liquid water dripped on the Isur's sky blue beard. Wiping the specks with the wrist, Trios returned the bottle returning his attention back to his drawing.

"It looks like Zith shit.......but it'll do" The man growled as cold as a winter's wind towards his work. It was easy to expect poor results with poor experience in this work. But the Isur had his whole life ahead of him in order to prefect it.

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by **Evelyn Harrow** on October 24th, 2011, 3:01 am

Timestamp: 6th of Autumn 511 A.V.

Evelyn had been minding her own business in the tavern. Her hands worked a small ball of clay into an indistinct shape and then rolled it back neatly as she glanced around at the Akalak people that surrounded her. Their blue skin fascinated her deeply and made her feel out of place. She had arrived in Riverfall a few seasons back and still hadn’t established any relations with the people, unlike in other cities where her family would stay temporarily. Pursing her pink lips slightly she squashed the ball of clay in the palm of her hand again trying to figure out what she should make of it. Shaking her head in indecisiveness she placed the wad of clay back in her bulging sack and looked about again.

It was at this time she noticed the separate purplish blue skin of an Isur. Evelyn cocked her head slightly as she studied the man who seemed to be pouring over some paper. She watched as he scribbled something down, drank, and cursed. Curiosity drove her to get up from her seat and walk over to where the Isurian man was sitting. Looking over his shoulder slightly she saw a few maps scattered about.

“You make maps.” She stated blankly.

by **Trios** on October 24th, 2011, 5:13 am

"Does it look like make maps?" Trios said his cold and deep voice rife with sarcasm. The man's eyes never left the maps at his table for the longest time as his hand made a few more notes against the half assed map he was making. But just when it would feel like the Isur was simply ignoring the intrusion on privacy the emerald eyes slowly moved to the side to catch a view of the human.

"Well if you're going stand there behind my shoulder bothering me you might as well sit down to do so... least my neck won't be strained looking at ya." Barked Trios cocking his head towards the opposing seat. There was also a simple ulterior motive to this, it wasn't that Trios really wanted the girl to sit at his table. It was just the sheer chuckle the Isur would get of denying an Akalak the possibility of having a women sit at their table instead. It didn't take an expert in mathematics to work out the female to male ratios were a little lopsided in this city towards the latter, and by lopsided it was completely vertical on the male density.

Still this girl looked just a bit too young for Akalak's to be chasing her all over Riverfall, but then again Trios didn't really have any idea of the how those midnight coloured warriors went around courting. And speaking of look, the Isur's throat groaned when he noticed that the young woman was most likely a foot taller than he was. Trios was five times her age yet all he could grow out was facial hair and muscle mass.

Trios's gaze would casually return to his work, his pen scribbling more information on dock length and depth. The man was ignorant to the woman's movements if she chose to sit down at his table or return back to her own. It was a free world thought the Isur, she could do whatever the damnation she wanted to, so long as it didn't actually hinder him.

However getting a good look at Trios more directly in the flickering candle light would prove more interesting. It wasn't that the Isur was outright terrifying to behold as his height made damn sure of that. Trios had a hard- intense looking exterior on his face with an assortment of scars and a swollen nose indicating it had been broken and reset numerous times. Whatever Trios had been through his gem-polished skin showed the journey had been a beating. And when Trio's green eyes looked at a person they almost seemed to be too analytical and cold than friendly as if he was summing you up constantly.