In True Style [Conrad][Closed]

[Trios]

9th day of Winter, 510 A.V.

“Out of ma’ way!” Growled the Isur pushing past a few Drykas hunters in his wake. The hunters were busy carrying some sort of deer like beast from the hunt and had not seen the five foot nothing Trios. So with a cold hearted anger the Isurian pushed past them, he even didn’t return the curse words that flowed from the hunter’s mouths. Trios had no desire to amuse himself this day with idle cursing at the tall humans. It seemed to be less amusing each day that Trios had spent with the tent city buying his needed supplies. It would be a day or two until he the last orders he had made were completed so it forced the rock-like being to find means of entertainment. Silently making fun of the Drykas people in their day to day lives lost it’s humour very fast and signing old sailor songs to make the civilians’ cringe at Trio’s singing voice lost it’s amusement very fast as well. Also there was no sort of entertainment save for “The thrill of the hunt” to which many of the Drykas referred to. But killing beasts couldn’t have been fun, hunting was only a survival thing not some cheap thrill tacked on thought the Isur. So the hardened sailor thought it best to make some entertainment himself with hard work. If he truly was to survive the wilds of Mizahar he had to become the most fearsome being the world has ever seen. Why the very sight of him would need to drive people mad with fear if he was to do what ever he so chose to. And there were a few things that a fearsome being needed to pull of fear thought the Isur; The look, the voice and the fighting skill. It was quite simple really there wasn’t much thought process to the design of a fearsome being really. The look he had down pat he thought save for the height thing, though looking like a muscled rock deposit in a hat did help wee bit. People wouldn’t have a hard time thinking he was mad or crazy but being thought of mad wasn’t the same as mad and fearsome. Skipping the voice part, Trios thought that testing out battle calls in the middle of camp would have people thinking that he was more insane then he already was. So the only thing to practice within camp was his sword play, tune it into a true swashbuckler style. A fearsome captain had skill on and off his ship be it with the sail or his blade. Continuing his path though the marketplace Trios thought he would train his swordplay along the edges of camp away from the populous, it would be a bit embarrassing to show the beginner skill level of swordplay to a crowd at this time.

[Conrad]

Conrad was smiling as he just aimlessly walked around endrykas, a giddy look on his face that would be more at home on the face of a child. The Grey parrot perched on his shoulder looking at the strange new environment and let out a confused sounding squawk.Conrad just let out a small laugh and petted the scratched the parrot softly under his beak.
"I know little buddy." Conrad said with his voice full of mirth as he shifted his backpack a a bit higher. "Its kinda exciting to see other places as riverfall. isn't it?" He rummaged around in the rucksack hanging around his waist and retrieved a walnut from it. Holding it up to the parrot. Who gratefully took it form his grip and began gnawing on the nut.
"Well don't worry well see a lo...omph!" The air was forced out of conrad lungs as he bumped into someone and fell on his back, the Parrot letting out an indignant squawk. "arck! captain down, all hit the deck!" and flew around a bit, landing on one of the tents looking down at what was happening.
Conrad looked up and saw a rather small and grumpy looking isurian.
"Ah sorry," Conrad apologized as he pushed himself back to his feet and dusted himself off. "I didn't see you. Are you allright?" He stepped closer to the isurian and held out his hand. "My name is conrad, nice to meet you. Its nice to see another non-drykas around here."

[Tebridiar]

Tebridiar was fiddling aimlessly with her hair.

She needed it cut again, it was past her hips now. She didn't want it too short, probably just near where her bellybutton was would be good. It would be enough for her to cover her back, and enough for it to be long and flowy. She was lost in random thoughts about hair when she saw two people she recognised meet.

They musn't know eachother too well.

That irritable "Pirate" Isur, Trios, who had caused some... interesting situations. And the was Conrad, the human who they had helped into Endrykas. She watched form afar. This could get interesting.

She always found something amusing would happen when the bumbling captain was around.

[Trios]

“Use them eye balls boy! There not there for decoration! Also It be same to my vison! Your just another human with idiotic tendencies” Growled Trios knocking the side of the handshake away with his dense and muscular hand. “I’ve got no time to spend with the likes of you so I take my leave from your blindness” The Isur had a goal of practicing his swordplay and it would be fulfilled. This young man could have been the king of all over Mizahar and Trios wouldn’t have given him a millisecond of time in the desire to complete his objective. Though it was slightly lifting to see another non-tattooed-horse-loving-human-Drykas walking around in the camp, but just because they were similar on that regard didn’t make them comrades or even still friends. It made Trios slightly sickened that the male was willing to make friends on that simple fact, friendship was earned not made. “Ugh humans be the most undecided race on personalities ever” Chuckled Trios at the fact that every Human was indeed unique in the personality department. It was a great yet annoying aspect of them whenever the Isurian had to deal with the race.

[Conrad]

Conrad just blinked in surprise as the isur knocked his hand away.“Use them eye balls boy! There not there for decoration! Also It be same to my eyes! Your just another human with idiotic tendencies.I’ve got no time to spend with the likes of you so I take my leave from your blindness”” Conrad just held up his hands in a peacefull manner. "Hey I said I was sorry and I just said it was nice to meet you." The parrot squawked in protest and flow over to the isur perching right on top of his head and turning that his backside was hanging over the isurians face.
"Hey little buddy, come back here and leave the grumpy midget alone, I doubt he wants to be disturbed." The parrot just looked at his boss and lifted his tail feathers up. Dropping a little nasty surprise right in the isur's face before flying away and back to his boss. Conrad just looked at what his parrot had done, before his gaze shifted to the parrot that now sat on his shoulder."You know, sometimes I really hate how you think you know that?" he sighed, "This is going to get out of hand I can tell that already." he muttered to himself before he walked towards the isur, his hands searching through his pockets. "I am really sorry about that, just lemme give you something to clean that right of, That damned parrot of mine always pulls these kinds of stunts for some reason." He glared a bit to the parrot, who just looked away.

[Tebridiar]

Tebridiar giggled.

That parrot knew exactly what he was doing. It was fun annoying that Isur, somehow its interesting when small people get annoyed. He could get fierce, but it was mainly overruled by the fact he was about half a head taller than a Kelvic that looked like a little teenage girl.

Trios had been right about the humans personality… they were all strangely different. They had no overruling trait, except perhaps a bit of a lust for power and pride in some of them. Humans had a lot of subraces too, like the magical Drykas… one day she would maybe be able to be treated as one of them.

She could see things getting ugly with the pair, so she decided to step in, cool things down a bit. She casually walked over, waving a hand in a passive way.

“Hello, guys! Fancy meeting you here!” She said, her voice thickly coated with mock surprise. She had probably been watching them for about two minutes. “Conrad, I see that bird of yours is as annoying as ever, and Trios, I see your still talking like you’ve spent a few months on the sea. Not became normal yet?” She giggled. She didn’t want Trios to be normal, he was perfect the way he was. But she did love teasing him.

[Trios]

There were a few things that made the Isur mad, one was the little white gift that slid down his cheek. The other issue was the fact that he ad been called an angry midget. This would not do, this would not be tolerated, and this was in fact war. Trios’s steps were something between a crunch and a war-stop as his feet brought him almost a few inches from the young lad. His Isurian face seemed to be nothing but sheer cold fury at the insult he was paid by the boy, and it was time to collect what was due. “O I think I found something to Clean me up just nicely!” Replied the Isur coldly grabbing the boy’s shirt with his left hand and with a grunt lifted the lad from the ground so that he could wipe his face with the pulled fabric. Once that was down the Isur tossed the lad to the side with another grunt of effort most likely sending him a foot away. “Move it kidd-o I’m gonna pound this lad’s face in so hard that his kids will have lisps” Growed Trios cracking his knuckles and shoulders as he attempted to walk past Tebridiar in his cold fury.

[Conrad]

Conrad looked toward tebridiar as she stepped towards them.
"Hello tebridiar, You know him?" Conrad asked surprise easily to see on his face. his attention shifted to the girl completely forgetting about the angry isur for a short while. "And yes this guy still hasn't learned that the way he acts is very annoying to other peo....." Conrad was cut off ass he was hoisted off the ground by his tunic, his eyes bugging out as the wiped the fecal matter away with his tunic...his tunic that hejust washed!
“O I think I found something to Clean me up just nicely!” the isur barked towards him before tossing him to the side. Conrad let out a yelp of surprise as the Isur threw him to the side. Conrad was scrambling back to his feet, "Hey! what did you do that for! I just wanted to help you Da...." Conrad swallowed the insult at the end of the sentence. Not wanting to agrivat the
“Move it kidd-o I’m gonna pound this lad’s face in so hard that his kids will have lisps” Cracking his knuckles and shoulders.
He literaly felt all the blood drain from his face as he heard the isur's threat.
Oh dear, I really am screwed now aren't I? Conrad thought as he began shifting his right arm into a claw, not that it would do him much good but still better something then nothing right? He looked towards the hand. Ignoring the crawling sensation that came with shifting as he did so.
Come on hurry up a bit! Conrad mentally begged as he shifted his djed around to mold the hand to the form that he wanted, though making sure that he didn't hurry it, he knew what happened to people who screwed up morphing magic and boy was he happy that he didn't ate before his teacher told him.
He pushed himself up with his non changing hand and looked at the isur and pointed his still morphing hand towards him, showing the twisting flesh and bone. "Well can't we talk this out?" Conrad pleaded, "I really didn't mean to bump into you, but I just wasn't looking down I guess." Conrad had no idea that he just called the isur a shorty and just continued on." and the parrot is just always like that." He flexed the claw as the crawling sensation vanished, indicating that the morphing was finished. "I really wouldn't want to hurt you you know." Conrad said trying to intimidating the isur into backing down, But even he could tell that he failed miserably.

[Tebridiar]

Tebridiars eyes widened.

And how was it that she knew this had been coming?

Come on, its Trios. He’d cause an argument with a brick wall. She thought to herself, shaking her head and sighing. They were like little boys. They’d known each other all of three minutes and already they were ready to practically fight to the death.

“Guys, what the hell do you think your doing?” She said sternly, a look of bewilderment on her face. “Seriously. Trios, you are acting like a five year old, except you can punch harder! His parrot doesn‘t mean to, well… go to the toilet on your face.” She was wary about putting an arm in to separate the “men”, but she decided against it. Being caught against a small pirate made out of stone and a man who’s arm could turn into a claw didn’t sound the brightest idea.

“What is the world coming to…” She growled as she schemed silently, quickly trying to devise a plan to stop someones nose getting broken. Conrad was atleast trying to stop the possible situation. However Trios appeared to be relishing in the fact he’d get to use his rock-like strength.

[Trios]

“Boy if you think some freaky hand is gonna detrur me you got something wrong with yer brain aswell” Growled the Isur in his cold manner glancing at the deformed hand which belonged to the young man. It was to put it bluntly “Strange” but it was just a deformity on a regular human hand that seemed to just grow on the boy’s hand. This was just another thing that Trios logged into his mind that humans could do, though he didn’t think it was much of match for his Isurian left hand. “Were gonna talk this out lad…And don’t worry your face won’t even leave a mark on my fist” Trios continued as he moved ever closer to his target. The Isur’s eyes were cold as if no warmth was able to leave them in any for of expression. Even as the young Tebridiar voiced her concern it didn’t seem to have any effect on the sea fairing sailor. Trios was about to collect the payment on the insults he was given. “Tell ya what lad! One unobstructed punch and I’ll consider us square…but just so ya know my hands can grind rocks….well what do ya say?!” Finished the Isur clenching his left fist, the man had walked so close to the boy that they could have been considered nose to nose if Trios wasn’t five foot nothing. Options had been given to the lad, either he’d feel a lot of pain or just a decent amount of it in a single punch that he’d have to watch coming. Plus it would give so much satisfaction either way to what ever option the “Claw-boy” chose, Trios was aching to relieve some of the pent up energy he had cooped up in the tent city. Trios barred a devilish cold hearted grin at the situation the person he was starring down was in.