Closed A Little Syliran Hospitality

[Ricky Maze]

A Little Syliran Hospitality
Summer 38th 514 AV, 13th Bell
Location: The Rearing Stallion

Of all the places Ricky thought he would've found himself he honestly didn't know what to expect when he came across this one, the sign that hung over the entrance was not but of a horse on a red board with a simple slap of 'tavern' underneath. How quaint. If Sylirans were good at one thing it was being inventive with their signs. Oh well. Guess Oi better see what de fuss is all 'bout den. He sighed with a distant stare, unsure of what to expect when he would enter the building itself. He was surprised to find that the place wasn't as full as most taverns and pubs tend to be, but given the fact that most activity happened when night fell, it wasn't a surprise the place seemed spacious upon his arrival within the place. He had to admit it was actually quite a nice place, given the fact he only real bar he enjoyed drinking at was the Kelp Bar back in Zeltiva. Oi wonder if dey 'ave any o' dat stuff. Oh he would give anything to swallow the taste of that putrid stench, for reasons unknown he really just wanted to indulge in a glorious mug of Kelp Beer just for once.

Upon his approach to the bar he decided it was worth a shot to see what it was they offered, there were after all far better beverages with much better taste than what he was used to. "Hi there can I help you with anything?" A small petite woman with brown hair leaned over the bar with a smile cast towards him, he returned her greeting with a wide grin just before he asked.

"Yea uh, yew 'appen t' 'ave any Kelp Beer 'ere?"

"Kelp Beer?" Her eyebrows rose as though she never even knew the drink existed. "We don't have anything like that here, just ale and beer sweetie."

"Roi..." Ricky stroked his chin in contemplation at what he would like to try, oblivious to the fact the girl had already made a couple of social advances towards him. Not that he would've paid mind to begin with. There was a reason after all that he had a Cheva Mark under his left ear, and he didn't intend ruin any chances of the marriage he had with his only beloved. "Got any sweet flavored ale t'en?"

"Sure, coming right up." She turned off and went to fetch a couple of mugs for Ricky, while he took a seat at a table not too far from the bar so she would know where he settled down at. He waited and wondered how long it would take before that beloved of his would show, because she too was suppose to come along and meet him here, though she had to head elsewhere first and dress in something a little less hot compared to the clothes she'd traveled with. He couldn't blame her, they did after all pretty much no other clothing to wear since they were here. Before he knew it too mugs were placed on the table in front of him, a sudden but small jump happened as he looked up to the barmaid that had brought them over. "Just holler if you need anything else." She offered with a smile on her face, Ricky returned a soft but awkward smile back to her and said "T'anks" with a nod before she went back to work.

"Boy was dat nerve wreckin." He mused with his attention then brought down to the mugs, there was a chuckle that followed as he grasped the first one closest with his left hand. Upon taking a large swig his eyebrows rose as he found himself already in a chug, the sweet flavor of a honey like beverage something he hadn't expected to enjoy so rapidly. When the mug was almost a bit above half full he managed to pull it away, his initial surprise at how wickedly good the taste was likely the most noticeable thing any who paid attention could see. "Wow! Dis shyke tastes pretty damn good." He murmured to himself then as he sloshed the golden liquid around within the mug, he had to wait for Telion now and seeing as how he had his first mug of ale he could be patient, this was after all a night for them to take a load off together while they prepared for the return trip home.

To any sort of individual that might've thought he stood out they would see the large bear like fisherman with the same clothing he had always wore, the damn near destroyed white vest that showed some of his torso as well as the tattoos that were on his shoulders, and then of course the really torn up green linen trousers that were almost just as bad as the vest itself.

[Ball]

Ball was glad he had survived the shield games, sure they were nearly fifteen days ago, but that didn't mean squat to the three inch squire. He was in it, but the civilians they seemed to have forgotten it already. Settling Imass into a lay position by the door of the Stallion the pycon squire found himself able to slide into the tavern's main room, which also happened to be the taproom and main bar. Patrolling was never ending, that much the squire knew, but a small stop to meet and greet with the locals of one facility or another in his travels never hurt. Hai, he might even find himself a drink to sate his thirst in the meantime.

Scanning the tavern's occupants he didn't have to look hard at the locals they appeared as if part of the structure's walls, stools, and benches. The barwench too was pretty norm... Yet it was the man with the battered vest and pants that stood out. Not many people living in the Fortress City appeared to be from the sea and this man stuck out pretty obvious. Ordering a water was out of the question and Ball realized he wasn't going to get a drink from here. This was a tavern, they served alcohol... Ball was in no mind to getting his judgment impaired while on-duty.

Stepping carefully around drunks, their 'club feet', and their rudely shuffling stools and chairs the squire found himself standing just within earshot, if he was lucky also within visibility range too, of the man in from some port city. “You don't seem to be from here.” His voice rumbled, the odd deepness usually threw people into confusion as it came from such a small being as Ball. “I want to welcome you to the Rock-Beast.”

Waving to catch the man's attention, “Down here... I am Ball.”

Created goes to Euthisa

[Archailist]

My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts

Days were hard and rough for the squirrel, more often than not. They didn't look like they were going to ease off, either. After the results of the Shield Games, he'd only been pushed further by Iros, with Eylin making regular appearances to keep him focused. Not that even that could make much of an improvement. The Akalak was only interested in strength, but strength wasn't part of the programme.. it wasn't even part of the requirements to become a knight. Not in the squirrels mind, and not given by the Order.. so thankfully they could push that off the agenda for now and focus on other things. Like riding around more often on Xarex, and training with various squires and knights in the Training Grounds. Whoever happened to be around at the time, and could hold a weapon with at least some competence.

Nothing ever came of it, though. With all the training they'd both been doing, the squirrel had only become faster in his days around the city. And by now, their training sessions had become barely worth labeling as training. Really, it was just the squirrel running circles around the heavy Akalak while the man repeatedly poked at the ground with a pointy stick. It was as exhausting for the squirrel as it was for Iros, though - mostly because Iros didn't have to put up with constant yelling throughout the entire thing. By that point, he just needed a drink. Something - heck, anything. Just a moment to sit down and try to take the weight off his body. And of course, it led him to the nearest tavern he could find - the Rearing Stallion.

The door took a firm beat before it lurched open and the squirrel could dart inside. The rather loud and rude entry got a few glares but the squirrel glared back at them again until they turned another way. In truth, he could barely master human emotions when he had a muzzle sticking out of his face, and all the realistic complexion of a squirrel turned into a garden statue, but.. something about having pupil-less eyes always seemed to freak out the humans, for which he was very proud of. No sooner had he crossed the floor and hopped straight up onto the counter, via one of the free stools, with a heavy thump than Kevith himself appeared and stared down at the squirrel for a few moments. Perhaps the man didn't like footprints on his bar, but... he couldn't exactly order his meals and drinks from the floor, could he. Or even the damn chairs, since the things were set a little too low. "What've you got for drinks and food?"

"Not any clay, if that's what you're looking for." Petch. He'd come all this way for nothing at all.

[Ricky Maze]

As he practically waited and watched as the door would fly open Ricky could only wonder when the next person he would see entering would be his wife, but of course with the sudden low and deep voice that came from out of nowhere he couldn't help but slightly jump out of his skin at first. Someone had addressed him and they were close by, yet at the same time he saw no such man with such a strong tone in his throat. The one who'd spoken like that had to have been large in order to be able to speak so low, practically the voice of a giant such as Ricky himself seeing as how he generally towered over the average humans. He panned left and right quickly to find that no such individual seemed present, that is until the voice spoke out once more to give away to the location of where he was. Down here...

Ricky's eyebrows furrowed for a moment as his ears traced the origin of the voice, the deep blue eyes quick to cast their gaze down at what was a most unusual yet familiar creature Ricky had met once already. A Pycon! A fascinating thing for the fisherman to encounter to be sure, as he hardly ever really saw these wonders outside the vast reaches of Zeltiva. "Hoi dere," Ricky waved back at first in a fixated awe, but then of course his mind snapped back into reality, "Oi'm Ricky, pleased t' meet yew Ball." He had to admit these creatures were always so fascinating, somehow they could hold shapes with their clay at a given will, therefore they could resemble any sort of figure they wanted to. This one looked... strange to say the least, he'd never seen a Pycon that looked oddly rounded to begin with. Probably why his name was "Ball" to begin with, and the first Pycon he'd met was called "Rabbit" as well.

Pretty imaginative when it comes t' deir names an' forms. He guessed precariously with but a slight grin at the corner of his lips, he couldn't help but wonder a lot about these creatures yet at the same time avoid drowning them with curiosities brought on by close examinations. "Yew wanna join me Ball? Oi was just waitin' fer me wife t' arrive, so Oi could do wit' some company afore she walks t'rough de door." He offered with ease as he leaned over to offer a flat hand for Ball to stand onto, it was a kind gesture to present the Pycon with a chance to be elevated up onto the tabletop surface should he decide to step on. Of course that's when Ricky took note of a swift and sudden movement of what seemed like an animal at first, somebody had apparently lost their pet squirrel somewhere here within the bar by the looks of it.

Then as the barkeep himself greeted the little fella, which struck Ricky odd at first, the squirrel in turn spoke as though he were just like a human in turn. Clay? He too was a Pycon apparently, if Ricky recalled correctly clay was a part of their diet. Son o' a bitch. Apparently Syliras is quite populated wit' dese fellas. Ricky thought as he would raise his hand back up to the table, if Ball had of course taken the gesture the act would be more careful and result in the Pycon being brought to the surface. "So yew called dis place 'De Rock-Beast' or somet'in like dat. What does dat mean exacty?" The fisherman curiously inquired as he waited to hear what the little clay figure had to say.

[Nivel]

Today fell on yet another one of Nivel's scheduled days off from training, These were usually days following a magical lesson where the pycon would need to rest in order to replenish her Djed reserves. Many of these days Sera Grey would request the pycon spend them on study and other quiet pursuits that Nivel simply couldn't stand. Nivel didn't find her patrons books particularly interesting and needle point took far too much time, the young Squire wanted to be outside in the fresh air where the butterfly’s flew. It seemed Sera Grey was starting to understand this and gave Nivel more days to relax in her own ways, but it was also just as possible that the Mage Knight no longer wanted her own personal quiet time disturbed by the clay chatterbox. After spending the day roaming the local parks Nivel was ready to retire. At least that was until she spotted a squirrel roaming freely amongst the city streets. Upon closer inspection Nivel discovered it was yet another Pycon, she wondered if maybe this pycon knew of any fun to be had in this city that Nivel had yet to discover. In the mean time her new game was to follow the Squirrel without being spotted. She darted behind crates and into alleyways whenever her target would turn his head. She had a few close calls but was certain she had avoided detection. If it weren't for the fact that it was dusk, It would have been a stroke of luck that the squirrel didn't spot the easily spotable mage squire that followed him. Nivel's odd appearance and glittering flesh made her fairly easy to notice, her size was really her only means of concealment. As she spotted her target enter a strange building she planned to do the same but to avoid detection she crawled through an open window. She watched and waited until he was distracted before proceeding. A Tall Folk had created the perfect diversion and Nivel took no time in seizing it. She crawled along the floor of the noisy environment like a sparkling panther, her ear wings held in tight and her twin tails swayed rhythmically as she approached her prey's location. She managed to sneak behind him and climb up one of the stools next to him as silently as she could...which wasn't very silent. “Boo!” She giggled as she pulled herself quickly onto the counter. “were you scared?” She asked with a slight tilt of her head. Her bat winged ears now flapping and her tails moving almost hypnotically on their own accord. “do you know what there is to do for fun around here?"

[Ball]

Looking at Ricky lower his hand the Pycon hesitated, the last time someone lowered their hand it was usually to swat at him and cause bodily harm, yet when the man spoke calmly and made no attempt to smack Ball he relaxed a bit and climbed abroad. The 'elevator ride' up was short and quick. The stop was graceful and abrupt, but not painful. Stepping from hand to table Ball turned and looked up at the man, listening to him speak as he sat himself down beside a mug of the man's ale.

“The Rock Beast? Well. That's where you are in. The stomach of the Rock Beast.” Ball nodded, it was clear that he didn't know the name of the city. Over Ricky's shoulder though Ball noticed an odd tail slip through the open window, the body attached to it was already beyond his line of sight but he had a feeling that he had seen that tail once before... Up close and personal to be exact. Frowning Ball held up a hand, “Sorry Ricky to interrupt, I am more than willing to spend the time between now and when you wife returns. However, duty calls and I just seen a fellow squire enter in a non-squire fashion.”

Standing Ball turned his gaze around the tavern's room, he was trying to spot the pycon mage-squire and when he did the three inch man seen the barkeep near her – and a squirrel. The squirrel he thought looked familiar yet he couldn't place a finger on it. Could be remembering the squirrel from the woods. Doubtful as that one apparently asked for clay, which the bar owner gruffly just stated they had none. Maybe the Shield GamesSeeing as this thread takes place after the Games, I am assuming Ball may have seen Archie during them.? “Nivel!” He called out, “Get over here!” Ball's voice was gravelly and seething with annoyance. Not a knight yet, but surely he was her superior in at least time as a squire?

Even if not by the order, he seen far more of the world and dealt with more that was surely enough to impose pycon authorityPycon Lore states that Pycons place authority positions to pycons that have seen,done, or been to more places than the rest. over her

Created goes to Euthisa

[Archailist]

My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts

The squirrel was, actually, about to rise and move to another one of the bars so that he could find some clay.. when a voice yelled very close to him. It shook his clay a little, but he was too tired from the sessions to actually turn very fast. Now, Arch... hadn't exactly met any other Pycons during his exploration of the world. He'd seen Zeltyne briefly; a small Pyve near to Zeltiva. A lovely little place, but the squirrel had soon moved on, and he'd never really focused in the area as much as he wished he could. Imagine his shock when he found one staring him in the face, in the one city that he'd been born and raised in before his journey. "A little." His voice wasn't very deep, but it did have a rather soft quality to it. An imitation of well-spoken. "Though I could hear your footsteps plenty."

With her so close, he could get a much better look at her. He wasn't familiar with crushing jewels into clay - he'd never been to Pyconia. The Sylira Region was far enough for the squirrel to explore, and whatever lay beyond was nothing of his concern, to be quite frank. It did look beautiful though, the way it made her clay sparkle in even the smaller lights. Nothing that he would ever try, to be sure, but nonetheless. "Fun.. fun. Hah, depends on what you think is fun." Personally, the squirrel liked to run around on the rooftops a little. A little of jumping and sprinting always worked out for a bit of fun. If she had bat wings for ears, and strange things on her two tails, he wouldn't be able to tell what on earth she enjoyed. And before he even had the chance to ask, there was another voice calling from somewhere else - from a second, much-smaller Pycon.

Nivel, as she was apparently called, didn't look much shorter than the squirrel. An inch at best, and the ears made her looked much larger than she actually was. However, the other one.. he looked a lot smaller. But experienced, nonetheless. A bit bossy and high for himself.. in fact, reminiscent of someone that he'd seen in the Shield Games. Although most of that time had gone over in a bit of a blur, from one fight to the next in such rapid succession. He had trouble bringing up all of the details, but.. yes, surely there was something. Either way, for now, he turned around to look at the smaller Pycon, and the larger human that he was stood upon. A friend, or merely a burden?

[Ricky Maze]

Ricky's eyebrows rose and then fell once more as he couldn't help but chuckle at the little creature, the Pycon referred to this place as 'the Rock Beast' and it was rather amusing. At first Ricky had to figure out what he was meaning when the Pycon said he was in it, but then it was quite clear he meant the city of Syliras in general seeing as how it was a city with stone walls. Walls. Something Ricky hadn't quite gotten used to yet, seeing as how Zeltiva's 'walls' were the natural mountains that surrounded it. Before Ricky could manage to say anything in return though it looked like the Pycon called Ball happened to notice something, his attention driven towards the other Pycon that sat at the counter. Not just one but two of them now.

The squirrel looking Pycon and... a strangely figured Pycon that had wing like ears. The fisherman's brow furrowed as he looked from Ball over to the other two, the one he called Nivel no doubt the little mischievous one that talked with the squirrel. All the same he was amused to watch this unfold, another good chuckle to follow as he started to think the Pycon's were starting to take over the city. He took another drink from his mug then, a voice popped out of nowhere which nearly made him choke at first. "There you are! Took a while to find this place." Telion! She had walked in while Ricky had been distracted, her attire the same travel gear she'd worn minus the cloak. Her white shirt worn and weathered along with the turquoise trousers both looked cleaner now that they had time to rest and wash up in Syliras, though their days were numbered and soon they were going to hit the road once more. "What's this? A friend of yours?" She asked nicely as she took a seat next to Ricky, a hand already on the mug of ale before her.

Ricky couldn't help but smirk then, not at the curiosity of a new friend, but at the fact Telion didn't bother waiting to be offered the mug. Of course she knew Ricky well enough to where he would buy a mug of ale for her, but to see her so easily able to accept it and drink. It was an occasion he wasn't going to forget. "Sort o' but he's not exactly de usual as yew can tell." The fisherman joked towards his beloved, a wink cast towards her as he placed his arm over her shoulder. "Dis is Ball 'ere, an' dose two 're 'is friends apparently. Oi'll assume we can worry 'bout proper introductions later, rio now t'ough yew an' Oi need t' drink."

"Agreed, nice to meet you Ball and friends. I'm rather parched." She reflected with a giggle as the couple then proceeded to drink and watch the interactions from the three unfold, they had to admit it wasn't often they got to watch three Pycon's meet up in a public place.

oocSorry for the wait and the wait in general should be heavily reduced now, therefore we can continue this thread with full speed if you like. I left it open for the three of you to interact and carry out this conversation however you like.

[Ball]

OOCSorry for the late replies all, been pretty busy offline and have had limited time to get on with it being the Summer and all >.<

Ball turned his attention to the newcomer, it was a female of the larger pycon varieties and Ball nodded as she seemed to know Fisherman Pycon quite well seeing as she just reached over and grabbed a mug that sat before him. “Hello. I Ball.” He pointed to himself and then over across the tavern he pointed, “The one with the funny tail is Nivel and I am not sure who the other one is yet he looks familiar.” Ball nodded after he spoke and then sat down on the table.

“Fisherman Pycon was just telling me about you meeting him here and that youse was his wife.” That make her Fisherman Wife Pycon. He smiled and realized he had made a correlation between two people without much thought in it. “I am a squire.” the small clay man beamed a great big smile as he shifted his buttocks and allowed it to curve better to the odd formation that appeared to be underneath it. Reaching underneath the pycon grunted and pulled out what looked to be a dried chunk of candle wax.

A frown accompanied the tossing aside action he had before looking back at the two, “You guys look a bit out of place. Where ya from?”

Looking back at the other two he waved them over, “Come over here and say hi. Jeez.”

OOCAck, short =(

Created goes to Euthisa

[Nivel]

OocSorry I took so long too “Aww I though I was being so sneaky” Nivel sighed and her ears drooped. She was a little disappointed that the squirrel could hear her coming, she was sure she had been as stealthy as a skilled predator in the wilds. Despite her mildly crushed ego she noticed he had a much softer voice than that typical Pycon male, it was still deep but was a bit more pleasant than what she was used to. In contrast Nivel had a pretty deep voice but it still had a distinct feminine sound to it, like a pleasant chime that resonated in the background. He also seemed a touch less squirrel like once she got the time to really look at him. His tail was very long and his paws were fairly large, The young female pycon liked these unique qualities. If he looked too much like a squirrel it would be a bit boring, She liked pycons that had more bizarre looking natural forms, the stranger the form the more interesting Nivel assumed they were. “well anyway..” Nivel said getting back to the important business at hand “ I enjoy a lot of things, mostly the make believe games the tall folk children play but I also like a bit of danger in my life” She said mischievously “..Have you ever jumped from a really high place or did something you were afraid of just for the thrill of it?” Nivel didn't do too many dangerous things but wanted to impress the squirrel and maybe recruit a partner in crime to full fill her daredevil cravings with. Acknowledging the fact that she hadn't introduced herself yet, she quickly rectified this. “The name is Nivel by the way what-” Nivel was interrupted by the harsh tone of a familiar voice. It was Ball and while you would never know from his face he verbally made his annoyance very clear. Nivel had no idea why he was speaking this way to her but she assumed it was merely playful, she didn't think she had done anything to offend him. She did however feel a strange compulsion to obey given the social hierarchy of Pycons but it wouldn't matter as he had become a mentor of sorts to her within the order and a friend. “Oh hello ball! I'll be right over” Nivel called back with a casual wave before turning back to the squirrel. “Excuse me my friend is calling me over, if you want you can come too I'm sure he'd like to meet you.” She invited cheerfully as she proceed to jump off the counter to a stool and then to the ground. Ball called again this time much less rough in his decorum, which reassured Nivel that she was right in assuming he was just playing around. She ran over to the table that Ball was at, and noticed that it was also occupied by two Tall Folk that she hadn't noticed before. Being fairly equipped at making her arms into long whip like tendrils she used these to hoist herself onto an empty chair. She pulled herself up with all her might and was able to get herself up. “just a...moment...I don't need any help” she said breathlessly as she did the same to get herself onto the table. “Hey Ball” She said with strained breathing but somehow keeping a pleasant quality to her voice “who are these Tall Folk?” Her ears flapped and her tails continued their hypnotically rhythmic dance as she looked the two over. They seemed to be male and female and the male seemed to have a funny way of speaking that she had only heard during her brief time as a stole away on a ship. Other than that there wasn't to much that stood out about them.