[The Rearing Stallion] Where travellers meet (Closed)

[Keorvic]

confused at the outright rudeness of the man who never introduced himself, Keoric decided to just let it go. "okay, maybe there are just more people with mental issues or something in this city. he thought to himself. "You were about to tell me about that cat of yours, and why it listens to you so well." he said as slyly as he could. he rooted around in his pack, and pulled out a small chunk of fish jerky. offering it to the cat, he set it on the table and sat back to see if his sudden change of topic worked. suddenly realizing that the quite figure in red was suddenly on a rafter, Keoric stood up, startled. "what in Laviku's name are you doing up there?"

[Akiva Korvashi]

Kipps sat up as he was offered the fish jerky, quickly pawing it toward him and chewing on it. Akiva was slightly jealous that he had been offered fish jerky but she hadn't. She didn't say anything, and let it go. "Oh he...I found him when I was a kit..when he was a kitten," she said, distracted. "Granted, I did find him with a man who was selling him. He listens most of the time, sure, sometimes he doesn't though. He only does so because I can talk to him, you know, with his own language. That's usually only when I'm in my cat form though." Keoric had looked away from her, and was now looking toward the ceiling. He yelled about a man being up there, surprising her. She had not seen a man in the rafters before, and quickly turned to look up. Sure enough there he was, sitting there watching them. "Why..what?" She said, confused now. Why would he want to be up there...is he trying to hurt us? She pulled out a dagger inconspicuously and laid it in the chair behind her where nobody could see it. She hoped she wouldn't have to use it...but just in case.

[Wystern]

Wys put down the empty bowl. Evidently the girl didn't notice the guy who was staring at him, and who is to blame, he was good. Wys was just paid to see the hiding, and right now he wasn't getting on duty. But the duty never ends. The Kelvic cat-girl pulled something out, probably a weapon, Wys couldn't tell as the table's shadow covered it. Every damn Kelvic he ever met fell into two categories: a a naive nudist, or a really, really rash decision-making nudist. He had no Desire to find out which one the girl was.

Wys stood up, tied his weapon back to the belt, and threw a glance to Argon. The tavern owner nodded, and called up a maid and whispered something to her. She nodded and went on with the usual task. Leave it to an ex-Syliran Knight to train his maids how to stop a fight. How prophetic.

Crow walked over to the Kelvic girl's table, and took a seat next to her. The Knight responded to the awkward look with a smile. "Don't worry, nobody is trying to hurt you. I'm a Knight of Syliras, call me Wys."

He then looked at the hooded figure with a friendly smile. "And you are..."

[Akiva Korvashi]

Annoyed at having to introduce herself for a third time today, and the fact that this knight thought she was scared she looked up to the man who was now standing over her, "I'm not...I sure hope not, my name's Akiva," she said, trying not to offend him. After all, he was one of the authority of the city, even if he appeared to be off-duty. The man in the rafters hadn't moved yet, and she was starting to feel very uncomfortable, despite the words of the knight. Kipps was now also watching the man in the rafters, his tail had stopped swaying back and forth.

[Keorvic]

Watching the exchange between the swordsman and the bartender, he assumed they must know each other, and at least occasionally deal with strange problems such as these. Then he watched the the man strap on his strange sword and walk over to place himself between Akiva and the potential threat. After the quick exchange between the two, a few discrepancies became clear to Keorvic. "Ah of course, one of the famed Knights of Syliras. That explains why he wears his sword so openly and with such confidence." he thought to himself. He was suddenly struck with equal parts awe and sadness. This is the sort of valor his mother would have displayed were she still alive. Had he ever known her, he would also be a knight such as this, instantly placing themselves in the path of danger for the good of others. Then the words of his father rang in his mind, But it was another Knight, or one who once was a Knight, that struck her down. You can never trust them my son. Their order is founded on purity, but nothing is certain, and there will always be some in thier ranks who seek only power." Tempering himself with a healthy amount skepticism and wariness, Keoric nodded a quick thanks to the knight, but turned so he could face both the knight and the figure in the rafters should they prove to be working in concert. He didn't think the pretty little Kelvic girl was at all defenseless in a fight, judging by the few he knew from Whitehold. "Specially considering the two I befriended are damn POLAR BEARS." he thought to himself. He could still appreciate the chivalry, or at least the protectiveness, as he also felt drawn to place himself between his new friend and this strange person in the rafters. if it was a person at all, peering closer into the hood, he could see what looked to be something glinting in the darkness. As the tension in the room mounted, and the silence became thick as his Aunt's fish stew, a sudden inspiration struck Keorvic. Laughing, he reached for his half full mug of ale, and downed it in a single gulp. Letting out a belch and a sigh of satisfaction, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but kept the mug firmly gripped in his left hand. He lifted the other full mug he had ordered a few moments earlier. Letting the Vantha elaboration in his blood come to the fore, he addressed the figure. "Well my rafter perching friend, if that is indeed your fancy, would you like to come down and drink this fine brew with me? Or, if it pleases you, you can stay up there and speak down to me, provided you do take the opportunity to look down on me! HAH! I am known to some as Keorvic of Whitehold, and I cordially invite you to share any stories you may know with me, and I will share some of my tales with you!" he roared happily, feigning a slight tipsiness. He hoisted the full tankard, offering it to the shrouded, lurking figure, but also ready to smash it into the face of the knight and hurl the empty mug into the face of the crimson figure if this was indeed a setup.

[Wystern]

"You seem to be drunk. But hey, bottoms up!" Wys, said with a smile as he gulped down the rest of his ale. And that was it for the night before he got drunk. He didn't want to bother the tavern owner's son again in helping Wys find his apartment. It was embarrassing the first two times.

"If you want to share tales, come here, I'm a bit tired after a day's work. I have some of my own to tell, if your ears are willing." He said with a smirk.

[Lich il forte Silenzio]

Strange… these things had an odd way of welcoming one and another. The bristled one, the brewing man with the scar seemed to have gotten him self into an intoxicated state after…what? Two bottles, maybe three? The fellow was quite large in stature, not to say he was a gargantuan figure but taller than the common pheasant. Which then lead into question as to how such a man could have indeed destroyed himself with such a scarce amount of drink? The answer took no genius, he was obviously faking…for the most part and none too shabby an act either…Keorvic of Whitehall, he’d remember that name. The feline on the other hand; assassin without so much as the shadow of a doubt. The posture, the appearance, even the slight change in expression from time to time. Those who were bred for the darkest of arts…though at times it was only a natural occurrence for the day to day individual to get roped in with the wrong crowd. What had she named herself?…Alana…Akina…A-Akiva!. Such odd names perfectly suited for equally odd characters. Not to say “his” name could have been considered odd! Lich was a perfectly respectable name…and hanging upside down from a roof rafter whilst studying said individuals from behind was perfectly respectable too! wasn’t it? Regardless, he’d been quite content in leaving his spare cloak up above…his unusual angle of sight in addition to his elevated position allowed him the perfect view of the knight. Now that he was getting a good look at the gentleman, surprisingly said gentleman wasn’t that much taller than him if not even a little smaller. It was amazing what the difference of a hood could make in terms of visual appearance. However it was not the male’s height he was examining…the knight had three blades…three! In addition to a familiar curved form hidden within the confines of his rouge jacket, an assassin’s dagger no doubt. Strange to think that a man of apparent chivalry would carry around such a tool of infliction. The two shorter of the blades were easily identifiable, though…the one strapped to his hip…he’d never seen one before. It had a staggering long blade but barely a half inch of a hand guard on it! “Knight… what is that blade?” The assassin gazed curiously at the shadowed figure before hopping down; barely a half step from the feline…no doubt the half drunken Keorvic would require a minute to process where the conversation hadt taken itself. Caring little for the reaction of the others, the assassin took his seat by the table, accepting the man of whitehall’s invitation. No doubt the oddball would have a story or two up his sleeve… a drunken ramble of a tale… his favourite.. "and in regards to your question...you may call me lich"

[Akiva Korvashi]

((OOC: My character's hardly an assassin. She wants to be one, but so far she's still clumsy with the assassin's ways, she wouldn't appear to be an assassin from anything she does..her posture is girlish and flirty, just stating.))

Akiva had been watching the man to see what he would do, he appeared thoughtful for a bit, then jumped down landing near her and startling her. She tried not to show it, yet gripped her dagger behind her anyway. He didn't seem to be attacking, but his presence so close to her was still frightening. After all, he was the most strangely dressed figure she'd ever seen. She didn't say anything, hoping she wouldn't be noticed, and slid back in her chair to distance herself from him, if only just a little. Kipps jumped to his feet, his fur raised. She stroked him, trying to calm him down. He would likely only get hurt if he were to get into a fight with this man. His fur went down slightly, but he didn't move.

[Lich il forte Silenzio]

((Ahh so thats where the aspiring part comes in is it? Twould have been a little odd for a clan name))

It hadn’t seemed like nightfall when he’d come in… hadt he not made his presence known but a moment before? Perhaps the crimson starlight had failed to meet his gaze…what a pity. He’d always had a particular fascination with sunsets, right after the smell of morning dew dripping from the weeping willow. The assassin had a unique taste for the smallest of things, such simple and unimportant visions in a world devoid of art. Perhaps that was being a little cruel, to speak of a land bursting with so much colour and yet God’s creation went by unnoticed day by dreary day… Without turning to her the assassin reached into the furlong of his crimson cloak, pulling from it the insidious form of his own assassin’s dagger, cruelly notched in several points on the blade to maximise it’s lethal effect. Whether he used poison or not, one would have been hard pressed in asserting for sure, but it mattered not…Lich slid his dagger across the table, leaving it in front of the cat-like kelvic with hardly a glance cast in her direction…as such was all he thought of her. Back in his homeland it had been considered a great offence to place one’s dagger in another’s stead. At times it could have been considered a challenge or in a twisted sense for one to sway from an open conflict…either way his weapon lay before her, in all of it's chilling malevolent form. “You have fear of me child… and yet I see no reason why…”

[Akiva Korvashi]

((OOC: Lol your posts are highly entertaining to me. Did you mean it is now night?))

Akiva looked startled as the man placed an assassin's dagger in front of her. Fear him? Of course I fear him, he's wearing a bloody frightening outfit! she thought, not understanding his logic. To dress so strangely and not expect a response like hers...he must be from a place she knew not of. She was unsure as to if he meant that she should have the dagger, or if he just did not see her as a threat, but she took it as the latter, which was good. She had no intentions of attacking this man, and from what she had seen, people don't normally attack non-threatening forces. She left the dagger alone, still leaving hers unexposed. "Well sir, it might be because you have not once shown your face, or do you not have one?" she said with innocence, not realizing she was mocking him. She removed her hand from her dagger to take a drink of the ale Keorvic had bought for her. "I'll have you know, I'm a damned good fighter," she said, her inhibitions loosening. "I'm a beast," she said with a chuckle. They didn't have to know she was a house cat. "Or would you rather fight this out like a man?" she said, pulling her dice out of her bag again and setting them on the table in plain view.