5th of Spring, 514 A.V.
Job Thread
The night air was hot and heavy with humidity, illuminated by the soft light of Leth's Glow, brightening Kol's path as he walked in preparation to the first day of his new job. Recently employed as a bouncer at the restaurant, Kol did not intend to be late... ever. In fact, his shift would be starting any minute now, and he strolled into the establishment, eyes immediately searching for his employer.
Everything was different once you entered. The rugged feeling of battle that bordering the military compound seemed to fade away, absorbed by the bright fixtures that dangled from the ceiling. It was for the Leth's Glow was among the pricier and more elaborate buildings in Taloba, radiating a luxurious feeling to relax the battle worn. And then you had Kol, someone who had never cared to own more than what was necessary to survive, wandering about and sidling past plush cushions. Perhaps if there had been more of the warrior types lounging about, his presence would have faded into the background. But the establishment just seemed to open its doors, all employees beginning to take their places.
The bartender was checking stock, wiping down the counters. The man's name was Taquil if he remembered correctly, quiet and hard working - quite similar to Kol in that regard. They had exchanged very little in terms of conversation but he found that the Poisoned Arrow was a respectable man who worked for the Vantha owner loyally. Taquil didn't look up from his work when Kol passed, leaving the Myrian to his own business. There was a silent understanding that didn't need excessive acknowledgement.
Kol's job was simple... in theory. Watch the restaurant, make sure no one started something they shouldn't be. He would get rid of those who had too much to drink or decided the establishment was a place to bring outside problems in. It was a pretty straight forward job with little socialization, so Kol hoped he wouldn't have any more trouble than the occasional punch or two. In fact, since talking wasn't his strongest suit, listening and responding with actions seemed to a fair fit, no doubt something the Vantha had noticed when she employed him. She had given him a way to work hard and do what he knew best.
Many might have thought Kol ignorant or slow due to his natural ability or impulse to jump to physical means when it came to handling situations. Kol could care less what those people thought. He might have been a bit impulsive when it came to defending his family or his honor, but he was capable of thinking his actions through, and often did. He would have to use those skills tonight.
Trien was watching him from across the room, and he waved in acknowledgement. I am here. Once he had received a greeting from the Vantha, Kol went to stand to the side, his large form melting into the wall. He stayed close to the shadows, staying out of the way of the customers that slowly began to trail inside. Powerful women. Craftsmen. Veterans with worn skin and jagged scars. The place filled quickly, the smell of Lethshine and Syna's Rise swirling and leaving the building with a bitter sweet scent. Warriors lounged on the cushions, laughing louder with each drink consumed, challenges shouted and bragging about physical prowess racing back and forth.
Kol watched it all.
A particular conversation between a boastful female with two marks of Myri and her elder amused him. She would lose. While the younger of the two had received Myri's blessing twice, the elder woman sat with a patient smile on her face as she sipped her drink. A large battle axe rested in her lap, a weapon that would have seemed out of place for someone her age, did she not look as fearsome as ever. Even with her loose skin and faded tattoos, her posture was strong and she radiated power.
Power without skill is useless. Myri may have blessed her, but she has much to learn. Kol didn't want to think that someone who had been recognized by the goddess past their first marking was anything but worthy, but years of experience was hard to be rivaled. It would have been a close fight, if anything. Kol would have liked to have watched it, if given the proper opportunity. He could learn something. But not here. Luckily, the challenges were empty, all good fun and less than serious.
A moment of relaxation. Kol continued to move around the room, weaving past those growing intoxicated, somewhere the stream of drums and music lifting around them. Some patrons rose to dance, others sat watching in mirth. The mood was contagious, a smile slowly threatening to creep upon the bouncer. Kol was no longer in the military and often spent his evenings training or in deep sleep, but the idea of unwinding in Leth's Glow after a particularly rough day made sense. This was a euphoric atmosphere. It was a haven.
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Myrian
Thoughts
Job Thread
The night air was hot and heavy with humidity, illuminated by the soft light of Leth's Glow, brightening Kol's path as he walked in preparation to the first day of his new job. Recently employed as a bouncer at the restaurant, Kol did not intend to be late... ever. In fact, his shift would be starting any minute now, and he strolled into the establishment, eyes immediately searching for his employer.
Everything was different once you entered. The rugged feeling of battle that bordering the military compound seemed to fade away, absorbed by the bright fixtures that dangled from the ceiling. It was for the Leth's Glow was among the pricier and more elaborate buildings in Taloba, radiating a luxurious feeling to relax the battle worn. And then you had Kol, someone who had never cared to own more than what was necessary to survive, wandering about and sidling past plush cushions. Perhaps if there had been more of the warrior types lounging about, his presence would have faded into the background. But the establishment just seemed to open its doors, all employees beginning to take their places.
The bartender was checking stock, wiping down the counters. The man's name was Taquil if he remembered correctly, quiet and hard working - quite similar to Kol in that regard. They had exchanged very little in terms of conversation but he found that the Poisoned Arrow was a respectable man who worked for the Vantha owner loyally. Taquil didn't look up from his work when Kol passed, leaving the Myrian to his own business. There was a silent understanding that didn't need excessive acknowledgement.
Kol's job was simple... in theory. Watch the restaurant, make sure no one started something they shouldn't be. He would get rid of those who had too much to drink or decided the establishment was a place to bring outside problems in. It was a pretty straight forward job with little socialization, so Kol hoped he wouldn't have any more trouble than the occasional punch or two. In fact, since talking wasn't his strongest suit, listening and responding with actions seemed to a fair fit, no doubt something the Vantha had noticed when she employed him. She had given him a way to work hard and do what he knew best.
Many might have thought Kol ignorant or slow due to his natural ability or impulse to jump to physical means when it came to handling situations. Kol could care less what those people thought. He might have been a bit impulsive when it came to defending his family or his honor, but he was capable of thinking his actions through, and often did. He would have to use those skills tonight.
Trien was watching him from across the room, and he waved in acknowledgement. I am here. Once he had received a greeting from the Vantha, Kol went to stand to the side, his large form melting into the wall. He stayed close to the shadows, staying out of the way of the customers that slowly began to trail inside. Powerful women. Craftsmen. Veterans with worn skin and jagged scars. The place filled quickly, the smell of Lethshine and Syna's Rise swirling and leaving the building with a bitter sweet scent. Warriors lounged on the cushions, laughing louder with each drink consumed, challenges shouted and bragging about physical prowess racing back and forth.
Kol watched it all.
A particular conversation between a boastful female with two marks of Myri and her elder amused him. She would lose. While the younger of the two had received Myri's blessing twice, the elder woman sat with a patient smile on her face as she sipped her drink. A large battle axe rested in her lap, a weapon that would have seemed out of place for someone her age, did she not look as fearsome as ever. Even with her loose skin and faded tattoos, her posture was strong and she radiated power.
Power without skill is useless. Myri may have blessed her, but she has much to learn. Kol didn't want to think that someone who had been recognized by the goddess past their first marking was anything but worthy, but years of experience was hard to be rivaled. It would have been a close fight, if anything. Kol would have liked to have watched it, if given the proper opportunity. He could learn something. But not here. Luckily, the challenges were empty, all good fun and less than serious.
A moment of relaxation. Kol continued to move around the room, weaving past those growing intoxicated, somewhere the stream of drums and music lifting around them. Some patrons rose to dance, others sat watching in mirth. The mood was contagious, a smile slowly threatening to creep upon the bouncer. Kol was no longer in the military and often spent his evenings training or in deep sleep, but the idea of unwinding in Leth's Glow after a particularly rough day made sense. This was a euphoric atmosphere. It was a haven.
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Myrian
Thoughts
