Trios’s Tale

[Trios]

Year 511 AV, Summer 40
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Why did this day have to be beautiful, the feeling of a warm sun coupled by a caressing breeze was sickening. Trios thought he’d rather have this day besieged by a storm, hell he’d enjoy it more, maybe even laugh at it. But yelling curses on a fine day as this was almost a sacrilege to a sailor but Trios didn’t care. The man reckoned he lost such notion for caring about what others thought long ago. As Trios stood defiantly his leather hat cast an ominous shadow over his face. Infact due to the man’s loose fitting attire it made it seem that he was just a short and burly man casting a long gaze at the sea. The only thing which was off about the man was his bright blue beard which fluttered in the gentle wind. The Isur lost all notion of where he was in Riverfall but he had found this decent spot which to sit and overlook the Suvan Sea. Being so close to this particular damn waterfront at this time was causing his hands to shake with rage. The rage and discontents of the day required some liquid assistance. Three large jugs of liqueur bounced against the blue tinted body of Trios as he took a seat on a large stretch of stone wall high above the waters surface. Sounds of the Riverfall’s giant waterfall seemed to drown out most background noise here. This was a nice bonus as the man wanted to be alone with his thoughts and memories. Grabbing one of the jugs loosely hung on his shoulders Trios began to inhale the liquid within, small streams of the amber substance dripping messily off the Isur’s blue beard. “Akalaks don’t know anything about ale” Gargled the man spitting the last mouthful distastefully onto the stone. Taste aside the only purpose of the drink was to make the day go away a bit faster. Plus it’d be better to take the rage out on ones own body than on one of the tall blue giants that roamed Riverfall. Trios was pissed not stupid with a death wish, if he really wanted to fight one it'd be out of nessesity not pure rage. These thoughts of violence were soothing to the soul however but Trios wanted to leave them as such. There were too many things set in motion to be ruined in a single emotional outburst, though it was hard sometimes keeping the burning sensation of rage within. “Fuck the gods and may choke on their own ill deserved divinity” Trios said to himself in a calm voice as cold as a winter breeze. Holding the jug of ale up as if in a toast, Trios’s blackened left hand clasped his chest as if holding himself steady. Than after a brief silence as if caught in a dark thought Trios drained the jug of liquor in his hand before angrily tossing the container down the cliff and into the water below.

[Baku]

There were subtle thumps along the ground that could be felt, rather than heard where Trios rested himself, pondering his misfortunes and machinations. Something approached, and as he slowly turned his head, he saw a giant of a figure, but its skin wasn’t blue, rather it was a fur covered brown as thick fingers curled into fists, pressing along the ground with each forward movement as earth parted with indentations, lending credence to the Jamoura’s massive weight. Large muscle rippled under the thick fur coat along his arms as the eyes gazed down to Trios during his approach, giving him a subtle nod before stopping right beside Trios at the edge of that cliff, so casual like that it was almost as if the Jamoura were and old acquaintance visiting. There was a long moment of silence as the Jamoura simply gazed over the same sites that Trios had previously been observing, his frame standing almost so perfectly still that he could have been mistaken for a statue had his fur not fluttered slightly in the soft breeze, or his chest rise and fall with each slow deep breath he took. “When people gaze upon sites like this,” the Jamoura said, his speech slow and deep, like a recording played at half speed, “it is often with deep thoughts. Still, it is like staring into an abyss.” The Jamoura then looked down to the liquor jugs that were still settled next to Trios, before his gaze once again rose to meet the Isur’s eyes. “Be careful not to stare so long, that something begins to stare back.” The Jamoura then said, his body leaning back as his frame subtly thumped into a seated position next to Trios. “I am Torth. A new arrival to this city.”

[Trios]

The Isur didn’t turn his neck fully by cast an inquisitive focus to the corner of his vision at what was causing the slight tremors. The man had no idea what to make of this large ape that acted like they had somehow been the best of pals. The Isur was sure that his booze hadn’t deleted any past memories about ever getting friendly or buddy-buddy with a large gorilla. Still the man would be lying to himself that seeing an actual Jamoura was a rare sight in this part of the world. But this was a short lived moment as Trios was used to himself being out of place in this part of Mizahar aswell. “Well congratulations, I apologise now if I don’t get up and join the city in the celebrations….” The cold statement was rife with sarcasm. Trios had to hold himself back from telling the ape bluntly only an idiot would think that being a new arrival would achieve anything. Still Trios rationalized that the large ape was free to do or say what ever it wanted, who was he to say otherwise? But that didn’t stop the Isur from not giving up his name and being slightly unsociable to the Jamoura. There would be a few moments of strained silence as Trios turned his gaze back to the abyss of the sea. The man had figured that a confrontation with a creature way above ones weight class was a situation to be avoided. But Trios still found himself peeved at having to share his lookout spot with Torth, especially when the Isur wished to be alone with his thoughts. “Also, what if I want something to stare back? Seems a waste to simply piss away so much attention if none of its given back” said the Isur his cold tone which matched his stone like expression. The little statement the ape had opened with had taken hold in Trios’s mind. It was such a small phisophical notion that demanded to have some sort of mental analysis. Giving a brief shake of the head as if to remove the gorilla’s statement, Trios decided to drown it instead. So opening the second jug of liquor Trios took a casual swig of the contents. Silence slowly returned to the Isur’s mouth as his emerald eyes went back to casually glancing at the horizon.

[Baku]

“I see.” Torth then said, his hand slipping round to reach into a small satchel that had been hidden from his large form before then. From within, he pulled out a coupling of fruits and nuts, meticulously laying them out in front of him along the ground. Perhaps too stereotypically, he reached for the banana first, breaking it in half as he began pulling the peels back slow enough that it would make most men irritable, wanting to snatch the fruit away and unpeel the fruit for him He let Trios take his time with his liquor, drinking until he would finally take a break from the bottle, setting it down. “So tell me, if it is not too personal,” Torth then said, now beginning to eat a peach, “what drives one like yourself to seek the attention only Overgivers and madmen typically seek out?” The Jamoura gave a slow shrug, looking over Trios’ form. “I only ask of simple curiosity.” Torth said casually. “You do not seem to be insane. You look as though you have a giant chip along your shoulder, true, but not quite insane.”