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Alevadra goes and has a drink and meets someone new
(This is a thread from Mizahar's fantasy role playing forums. Why don't you register today? This message is not shown when you are logged in. Come roleplay with us, it's fun!)by Alevadra Druva on December 13th, 2013, 2:46 am
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by Aldus Beaumont on December 13th, 2013, 6:40 pm
* A cheeky grin materialized upon Aldus' features as he approached the bar, a number of copper mizas in hand as he sought to end his day, rife with the fruitless pursuit of employment, and begin the night, where such worries and problems were eradicated by the pleasant nothingness of drink and company. The tavern was animated this night, filled with the sounds of conversation, which at this point consisted of the bastardized shouts of drunkards seeking out the attention they failed to garner while sober, the sly, quick banter of swindlers and gamblers engaging in business proposals (a sentiment Aldus could relate to), and even closer to the young man's heart, the smooth, mellifluous tones of the local bard recounting a legend. Aldus was unfamiliar with the tale, but as the bard began to weave his tale, the young man was enthralled. He placed the mizas on the bar counter, taking his mug of ale with him as dark chocolate orbs cast their gaze about the tavern in search of a place to sit. He found no empty tables that were within listening distance of the bard, but as he broadened his search, he found a table populated by only one person. A woman wearing clothing befitting that of a commoner, though her hair was what set her apart from the others. Ridden with colour and tone unseen in Aldus' life, the man was curious. In a matter of moments, the young man decided that he would approach, though before he did so, there was the matter of learning about his query. If she were bound to random fits of madness, or had some intense phobia of strangers, Aldus may bite off more than he can chew. He decided, then, to talk to the bartender, first. "Barkeep, what do you know about the fetching lass with the striking hair?" The tender would arch his eyebrows at the man, looking around as if to figure out who he was meant to gossip about before his eyes widened. "Hm.. I'm not entirely sure, lad. I've seen 'er come in a few times, but she's not a talker, didn' find out much about 'er." Aldus could tell that there was something strange about the bartender's demeanor, though he had no idea what. "Are you sure?" he asked, though the bartender had already moved to tend to a nearby client, leaving Aldus at the exact same point from which he had started. Aldus decided that asking anyone else would be a waste of his time, seeing as the bartender owned the place. "Eh, whatever. What's the worst that can happen?" was what Aldus would think to himself as he began his approach to the woman's table. As he arrived, he would tap on the empty chair across from the one the woman was seated at, "Do you mind if I sit, miss?" he would ask, a bright smile gracing his features as he spoke. |
by Alevadra Druva on December 22nd, 2013, 1:24 am
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by Aldus Beaumont on January 3rd, 2014, 3:11 pm
* The way the woman spoke was peculiar, at the least, when compared to the majority of the folk that languished within the tavern. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he quite willingly took the offered seat, setting the mug on the table as he removed his coat, placing it on the back of the chair he was offered before taking his place upon it. As Aldus seated himself, he allowed a proper look at the woman he was sitting across. To be sure, her hair was certainly a striking, and as far as he could tell, rather unique colour. But, there was far more to her than just that. Her tone was rather cautious, an understandable addition, though it allowed Aldus to make his assumptions, as he was certain she was doing about him. To be guarded in a tavern implied that she was either unused to the life of tavern folk, or that she was used to remaining in one place and not associating with the rest of society. Here in Syliras, such a trait was ever-present in the guardsmen, who while well-intentioned, were overly vicious and rather happy with the headsman's axe. Not that Aldus was one to judge them, more on the other side of the spectrum, though luckily, the city was quite large and the overflowing populace of Syliras had allowed Aldus' exploits to remain anonymous. Next, was her line of questioning. Short, direct questions, punctuated with observations which led to the conclusion that the woman had lived here for quite a long time, which allowed further assumptions, though he'd not make them, not wanting judgement to flow into his tone. Tilting his head, curiosity would present itself in brown eyes before he replied, "I'm not, actually. I've lived here for several years now. But, it's a huge city with so many people, I'm sure a face or two could slip your notice. That's just too bad, though." He winked at the woman, a laugh escaping his lips before he took a sip of his drink, "My name is Aldus, milady. It's a pleasure to meet you." |
by Alevadra Druva on January 13th, 2014, 10:48 pm
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by Aldus Beaumont on January 13th, 2014, 11:23 pm
* Carrying nothing but a dozen mizas in his pocket, the cards his mother had given him as a child, and a drink in hand, Aldus carried no significant relics that could mark him as extraordinary. He allowed his personality to do that for him. A grin materialized upon his features as he leaned forward in his chair, his gaze fixated on the bard with an almost envious stare as he watched drinks and food move in his direction. The adoration that a good enough bard received was extraordinary, the reaction to Aldus' own attempts not quite as favourable. He had only been given one free drink, and no food. He chalked it up to experience, noting the wear on the bard's face, the gruffness of his voice due to overuse. Years and years of working as a storyteller had set its toll on the man, his arms shaking from the juggling or aside entertainment he had learned, fingers scarred from playing instruments into the waning hours of the evening. Of course, he could only assume these things, as the bard had already walked away, leaving only the clues that were his face and voice. When the woman mentioned the title making her feel dainty, both a chuckle escaped him and yet another assumption crossed him. Was she a warrior? Most women would not mind being considered as dainty, the presence of stereotypes even being useful to an extent. But, perhaps she preferred to be more intimidating, or rigid... sturdy. Warrior traits, if anything. She certainly didn't mind his presence, it seemed, a nod moving his head as he replied, "I am inclined to agree... Alevadra. Your face and..." Of course... Druva. It was the surname of one of the Knighted families of Syliras. A prestigious one, to be sure. Rather than allow his tone to change, or to show that he was in anyway affected by the realization, he smoothly transitioned into his next words, "name are certainly not a combination I would forget. He continued to process the woman's words, nodding as the subject matter changed to a topic that was both close to his heart and a source of frustration to him at the moment, stories. "Oh, it depends on where you are from, as well. From my parents, Gods rest their souls, I would hear tales of happiness and royalty. From others, well... you know how one's peers can be when we're younger." A chuckle escaped the fellow's lips as he pretended to reminisce about stories his peers had told him. In truth, his peers and him had never shared any tales, more intent on survival as orphans or starving families in the miserable city of Sunberth. Stories, in that time, were the frivolity engaged in only by those with the wherewithal to support the habit. How ironic it was that stories were now the driving force behind his legitimate life, the little urchin boy still surfacing by means of a case of kleptomania. One that he would surely control better if he were to become friends with a Knight. At least, in front of her. "Well, I came in to hear the tales, and I stay because of such inviting company. He'd flash her another white smile before continuing on, "You see, I'm a bit of a bard myself. Or rather, I am a bard. An inexperienced one, to say the least, but I've been living off of family money since coming into Syliras. The lie flowed easily from his lips, his tone changing far more subtly than it had in his lapse of concentration when realizing the significance of her surname. "It's a great way to learn, you know. I've always been a good listener." |
by Alevadra Druva on January 23rd, 2014, 4:29 pm
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