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13:55:27Mαπτıcorεπ : Did I interrupt anything? ]]
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16:13:19Sybilla·Covelin : MOrning everyone)
16:13:27_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : Hello all.))
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16:22:07Sybilla·Covelin : So, Ethan, if you could just peruse our rules real quick and I'd be happy to answer any questions you might have...)
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16:29:10_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : On it now, hence the silence lol.)
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16:32:48GiadaΦMilos : sorry was afk welcome)
16:34:21Sybilla·Covelin : All good Ethan)
16:34:51Sybilla·Covelin : I was on the phone with Verizon FiOS .... ......)
16:39:31_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : Okay, =)))
16:40:43Sybilla·Covelin : Come join us in the OOC room... in case Giada and Dom wanna rpness and you have ?'s)
16:42:46†Dominus† : sry am trying to get settled))
16:44:00Sybilla·Covelin : there's no such thing as settled)
16:46:45_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : Do you have the OOC room link Sybilla?)
16:46:55_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : Nevermind.)
16:47:22Sybilla·Covelin : >.> I take it you found it?)
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17:18:24†Dominus† : ....net is hating me))
17:18:58GiadaΦMilos : wb)
17:19:12†Dominus† : ty))
17:25:29GiadaΦMilos : A stew was bubbling on the fire and she sat with pieces of cloth drapped over her legs. Her head was bent over her work and her fingers worked the needle in tiny stiches as she worked on the shell of the cloak. This would be a summer cloak , she would need to make ones of wool for winter but that was another time. For now she>>
17:27:15GiadaΦMilos : wanted to get this done. She sat aside her work for a few moments as she stood and streched, she reached for the ladle and stirred the contents of the pot, put a few more sticks on the fire. After they ate she was hoping to go back in town, their clothing should be ready and she needed to see a cobbler to either have her boots repaired or >>>
17:29:17GiadaΦMilos : to get a new pair. She also had found a few other things she needed, salt for one, and some rope. When they left the camp it would be a good idea to tie up their food and hoist it in tree to keep certain animals from it though it wouldnt deter everything. She was sure Dominus had a few ideas as well and before she sat back down she cast >>>
17:30:10GiadaΦMilos : a glance toward the stream to seek out the familar form of her compainon but not spotting him she bent her head over again, took up her needle and continued to sew.
17:34:29†Dominus† had been out early spending a bit of coin but not in town. Dominus had wennt further out the road nearby to a stable that he had saw before and picked out a new horse. The horse was that of what his people in the north called Mabari, a large warhorse. Dominus wore his armor over his clothes as if he was on his way to battle. Though it was just <C>
17:36:26†Dominus† case another danger decided to show up to challenge him. Dominus's gauntleted hand held onto the reigns as the other rested on the hilt of his sword as he sat in the saddle. The horse moving rather fast down the road causing a good deal of noise in the woodline. Dominus pulled back some to slow the horse and to turn down the path he had used to<C>
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17:37:48Sybilla·Covelin : Grrrr...)
17:37:52GiadaΦMilos : welcome)
17:37:52Sybilla·Covelin : I mean, Welcome home!)
17:38:32Ķąlęb : grr to you too))
17:38:35Ķąlęb : and thanks))
17:39:23†Dominus† the forest. After a moment he could see the camp as well as making out Giada occupying it. The horse trotting up to the camp he turned it side way pulling his helm off and holding it in his free hand that did not hold the reigns and said...."Busy I take see?" with a smile. Shortly after speaking he would look up at a break in the canvas of the <C>
17:39:56†Dominus† forest to see sun light beaming in his eyes causing him to squint some<D>
17:42:24GiadaΦMilos : She looked up when she saw a horse approach but when she recognized who was on it her face broke into a easy grin. Setting aside the fabric and sticking the needle in it so she wouldnt lose it she stood and nodded with a approving glance to him before taking her hand and running it down its neck. "Magnificent, what is his name?" she >>>
17:44:58GiadaΦMilos : chuckled "Paulos will have company now though he might have prefered a mare" She threw a admiring glance up to him " You look fine in your armour, it reminds me of one of the mornings when the regiment went out to battle, banners waving in the wind, the sun gleaming off of helms. " her eyes got a far away look as she was transported to another >>>
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17:46:35†Dominus† : welcome))
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17:46:47†Dominus† : welcome))
17:47:06мутнгιuζѕнαdοωbζαdε : ty)
17:47:46†Dominus† : yw))
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17:47:56«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : Welcome, please take a look at our rules and if you have any questions whisper myself or Sybilla or join us in the OOC room....doh o.o))
17:48:04GiadaΦMilos : time and place. "The sound of trumpets calling forth the knights, I remember I stood back and pride swelled in my heart." She broke from her reverie and then turned a smile up to him "Yes you look very fine...are you hungry I have some stew that should be ready"
17:48:08«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : oh well, atleast I have the message for the next time xD))
17:48:24†Dominus† : lol))
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17:51:41†Dominus† looking down at her from in the saddle and as she spoke he smiled and he said in reply..."His name is Thunder" a very ordinary name but it held to Dominus due to the size of the Horse. Through his leg over as she spoke still he tied thunder to a tree close by and was lost in her words about the old times. Dominus full well remembered sitting <C>
17:52:50Ķąlęb : -The interaction with the wolf woman and her grouchy friend had ended rather abruptly. No doubt the sight of the freshly wounded Kaleb, naked and very much the man who'd stolen her pig, had overwhelmed her. Maybe it was anger...or just because he really was that outstanding a sight naked. Since the incident with the hunters, Kaleb had kept a low -c
17:54:41†Dominus† horse back to the side of Grand Master Araelius waiting for battle. He loved doing what he did even after he learned that he was adopted and his real family were barbarians. It gave Dominus a reason to fight harder in the name of god as it did strike a little low to know his real parents were godless evil people. After shaking the thought he <C>
17:55:21Ķąlęb : profile and avoided the forest. He'd avoided his fur as well...no sense in giving humans an excuse to skin him alive for maiming the gang. They'd recover their wounds no doubt...didn't an animal have the right to defend themselves as well? Probably not, if you asked a human. The wolf had been loitering at the dodgy establishment on the sea front-c-
17:56:11†Dominus† turned to Giada and took a few steps towards camp hooking his helm on his belt and resting his hands on his belt and said..."Thank you" to her gesture of how he looked and finished with..."Yes I do think I could eat a bit....Thunder back there fought me half way here" he chuckled at the thought of almost being thrown from the horse a few times<D>
17:58:32Ķąlęb : , enjoying the hospitality human's did well...drink and women. Now he was looking for the little blonde wolf in sheeps clothing for a meeting that might last longer than a fleeting hunt...He had her scent after all so it shouldn't be too hard to seek her out. She'd likely not be a happy puppy when they met again...dogs tended not to forget the -c-
17:58:37Ķąlęb : thieving of a meal.-
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18:02:20GiadaΦMilos : She moved to the fire gave one last stir , giving him the chance to dismount she folded up carefully her sewing project and slipped it into a canvas bag. She chatted as she moved around the camp "I think I should like to go to town after we eat, I need some rope and some salt and my boots need mending though I am not sure there is >>
18:02:24GiadaΦMilos : welcome home)
18:02:43«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : Welcome home))
18:04:14Tory-Oakcroft : -Sunlight, the blinding gold curse of daylight waking you up. The golden light breaking through the small port side gap in the fishing ships cabin. The smell of ale, and smoke rendered stung in his nose as he snorted out the acrid smell and shifted his weight to sitting. Sea legs were certainly not something that you ‘acquired’ he was certain -c-
18:05:03Tory-Oakcroft : of this, he was also nearly certain that all sea farers just pretended not to be queasy, for effect on those who preferred to keep their feet on solid turf. The thick sea air rushed him this time, as the chattering of seagulls over head had the 5 crew members of the decrepid old sea boat seeming to brim with excitement. Pushing his weight -c-
18:05:48Tory-Oakcroft : finally from what was apparently classed as a bed, his bones creaked and his left shoulder gave a loud crack. “Even floor boards are more wretched, on this floating death trap.” His stomach was turning. Over and over the waves causing it to threaten his breakfast into his throat, meaning all his strength was taken on swallowing it hard back. -c-
18:06:11GiadaΦMilos : enough on the sole to mend" grabbing the wooden bowls she dipped the ladle into it and the rich broth was spooned into the bowls. "Though I am a bit sad that now you have your own horse, I kind of liked sharing" she gave him a wink and then sat his bowl so that he could take it up while she divided the last of the bread with him for their >>
18:06:40Tory-Oakcroft : Suddenly the alerted sounded “Land!” The crew men pulling at the rigging, as the main sails swamped cross words over the deck to catch the onslaught of the coasts breeze. His stomach rolled again. The sickening sense growing in his gut as he gritted his teeth in response. The crew took little time in racing the boat thankfully through the waves, -c
18:06:47Tory-Oakcroft : *alert)
18:07:30Tory-Oakcroft : almost taking into flight as it skimmed over the wave tops and launched violently towards the shore. Once wood met sand, he launched over the side with a quick bound, his hand bracing the side before propelling his body heavily down into...water. A riot of laughter ensued, at the haste in which he left causing him to jump to soon and land knee -c-
18:08:05Tory-Oakcroft : deep in the sea water, but he didn’t care. Land was land. Wading through the salted brine, his leather boots filled and sloshed as he came ashore and grumbled at his now bedraggled appearance. Sandy hair stuck to his features, the tips plastered to his squared jaw line before his hand scruffed it back from his face. Hard blue eyes glanced over -c-
18:08:30GiadaΦMilos : meal. She sat on a log and began to eat watching him and the horse "I take it he is trained or are you going to have some work to do with him?" she had a hand with Paulos but there were masters there helping her along the way. A battle trained horse was given special pains and for a knight it was necessary. Horses were a extension of the Knight>>
18:09:01GiadaΦMilos : often times it would be the last vestiage of defence in battle and time and time again they had turned the tide.
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18:09:15Tory-Oakcroft : the land that now came into his vision, the main sites a large hilltop castle, offset by a small city. Pulling his satchel to spin behind him, he headed off towards civilisation, as that was usually the best bet for food, and shelter. He was an odd man, tall and broad his gait carried him with a proud and upright stance, yet his stooped -c-
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18:09:38Tory-Oakcroft : shoulders and head, gave him a weakened appearance of withdrawal. He had heard from the fishermen, that this was a beautiful place to find solace, and food. The native men having been visiting his town after being swept ashore by a brief storm, he had bartered passage. Anything was better, than wandering through towns owned by the creed that -c-
18:10:09Tory-Oakcroft : their back in shame to you. He carried towards the main town. Food and a bed that atleast had a straw matting the only things… in his thoughts.=
18:10:34Sybilla·Covelin : Just a bite. No such thing as just a bite. It wasn't the bite but the anger. That split moment of red she'd seen which had caused Sybilla to flee with all due haste from all semblance of civilization. To purge. Because pack law dictated- no wolf should ever attack a human. It was, in her world, an act of war. Granted, she was an entire /c/
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18:10:59Sybilla·Covelin : ocean away from -her- world. This world was different. The rules were different. Still Sybilla had gone four days without food or water. In a human this would have caused serious problems. For Sybilla although the weight loss was not appreciated it was not life threatening. Merely annoying to hear your heart pounding loudly /c/
18:18:00Sybilla·Covelin : within your skull. Sybilla had climbed up the rocks near the beaches and then stopped, to stare at the water. The pounding got louder, then was hastened by a second beating heart. A scent which caused the woman's face to contort slightly. "Ofi.." the name rolled off with the drawl in an almost growl. Her mother's language for the /c/
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18:21:26Sybilla·Covelin : word dog; an insult among the other wolves. "What do you want?" Sybilla was not feeling all too charitable to the pig thief. Even if she'd been willing to give him shelter days ago the four days of repeated nightmares had caused a waning in her charity. Then again, she was hungry and thirsty two thing which were enough to /c/
18:21:38Sybilla·Covelin : make people like them very grumpy. /d/
18:21:46†Dominus† moved to pick up the bowl of stew and sat down near the fire pit as listening to her words as he started to poked around a bit at the stew before he would start in on the stew. "No one said we still couldnt share" he chuckled. Dominus took a bite of the stew and nodded to her comment about the Horse needing to be trained..."He doesnt need much"<C>
18:23:59†Dominus† "Training just needs to get use to me I think". Dominus had seen her with the cloaks when he had road up he asked..."I see you had started on the cloaks?" or she may have been almost finished with them he couldnt tell. Dominus reached into the bowl again taking more stew as he ate. He hadnt ate all morning as he walked the road to find the <C>
18:24:09†Dominus† the stables he had saw weeks prior<D>
18:24:23Ķąlęb : -Oh she was grumpy. Perhaps she'd caught it from her little friend? The odd smelling half breed....Bad moods could be catching. The beach wasn't the place you expected to find a wolf but then she was wearing her human skin again so actions tended to vary in your meat suit. "Ofi? That a pet name you've given me princess?" He offered with a -c-
18:26:37GiadaΦMilos : "I am a poor excuse for a tailor but I am doing alright. Its too hard to sew at night so I am trying to get as much done as I can while I have the light." she dipped her bread in the bowl to soak up the juices and she popped it in her mouth "Well I got used to you and so anybody could I imagine" her eyes lit with teasing as she finished her stew.>>
18:26:51Ķąlęb : sardonic grin. His feet were bare...apparently Kaleb didn't approve of shoes. He'd lost too many pairs of them over the years. He didn't speak Sybilla's tongue, despite the similarity in their accents, so he didn't know the insult in her words. Jade eyes flickered to the nearby boat dragging it's arse into the bay and the man departing before -c-
18:27:43AlexDkar : *Leaning back against the tree he'd just take to the shade, his form was relaxed, as well it could be and now he found himself looking blankly ahead at the world around him as it passed by in the courtyard and as such he didnt need much to be seen, he was hearing all and that gave him enough to know his surroundings, it was funny -c-
18:28:06AlexDkar : to him anyways, that the children hadn't found him yet, considering they followed him around like a flock of lost sheep, not that it bothered him at all any*E
18:29:14GiadaΦMilos : "There is plenty , did you want to take Paulos and Thunder or did you want to ride one horse or the other. Yours is already saddled but I have no problem getting Paulos ready. " she rinsed out her bowl in the pot of extra water they had for such purposes and then dried it off by tapping out the extra water and then putting it away. Not the most >>
18:30:10Ķąlęb : they snapped back to Sybilla. "You look like you've been rode hard and put away wet sweetheart...What's got your fur so ruffled?" Oh he was looking for a punch the way he was talking to her...would she be one of the women who found his smartassness charming? Probably not. "I was making sure the sight of me naked hadn't got ye so flustered ye'd -c-
18:30:38GiadaΦMilos : sanitary way to clean up but it was the middle ages and they werent too keen on such procedures. She started to walk back to sit down when she tripped and ended up sprawled on the ground. After spitting out a mouth of dirt she slowly got up and glanced back to see that she had torn the entire sole off her boot "I guess that trip to >>>
18:30:58Ķąlęb : plain run out of the city...I know I'm impressive little pup...but it ain't no reason to get yerself completely flustered..."-
18:32:04GiadaΦMilos : the cobbler can no longer be put off. I am going to look like a idiot wearing slippers but this is not going to do" She turned around and pried off both of her boots and then in stocking feet she stood, and went to find her slippers which she only wore with dresses.
18:33:57Tory-Oakcroft : -The water moving in his boots, had become a little more than an irritation as it sloshed within the leather confines, and causing his feet to grind against the rough edges of the leather. Halting he watched the civilisation in the distance for a moment, then looked to his feet in contemplation, his mind wandering over the topic of if he would be-c
18:34:45Tory-Oakcroft : able to bare the watery footsteps for such a distance. The resounding answer was no. Slumping to a crouch he pulled at the leather boots, the scruffed footwear barely holding at the stitching as he emptied the water out into the thick sand underfoot. Pulling at course woollen socks next he wrung the water from the material, and hung the clothing -c
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18:35:12Tory-Oakcroft : over his satchel to dry in the sunlight. The sea breeze was brisk, whipping over his as he scanned the surrounding area with a squinted glance, but with the sun behind them all he caught of the pair atop the rocks was a hint of shadowy movement before the bright light blinded his vision. The sandy fringe once more floated into his eyes, covering-c-
18:36:18Tory-Oakcroft : the ocean colour as he shoved it back again. A knight should stand proud, with steed and blade he should be a beacon to those who have lost hope and lost guidance. A friend to a stranger, a blade to the weak....but this was a past memory. At this point in time he looked broken, weather beaten and mostly wet. Tying the jagged laces of his boots -c-
18:36:26GiadaΦMilos : Dom had something come up I will NPC him to a point)
18:37:07Tory-Oakcroft : at the ends he slung the items over his shoulder and rubbed his temple. The throbbing muscle in his forehead sending a thick set pain as the nausea eased for a pounding headache. Sea travel was by no means his preferred transport. The sand underfoot shifted in his weight, leaving foot trails along it’s length as he headed towards the rocky -c-
18:37:56AlexDkar : *The darkened form would drop down infront of Alex in a crouch of bowing and he'd open his eyes 'Yes?' came the words from alex's lips as the knight would stand upright "The council requests your presence you highness, it is rather urgent" Alex's form would relax back further into the tree if it were possible "Regarding what, and my name is Alex-c-
18:38:59GiadaΦMilos : They decided to ride his horse and on the way to town he seemed to be fairly well behaved. Dominus wanted to take him to the farrier and so he dropped Giada off in the city . She sighed softly , the city was still largely unexplored for her but she didnt want to seem too dependant on having Dominus so the only thing to do was to strike out and>>
18:39:22AlexDkar : outside of the Valley, I hold no title on these lands, please remember this Knight." a bowing of his head he'd apologize "They need you for a defense meeting, as we recieved a decree of war if demands are not met" raising a brow Alex would shake his head "Triage again?" the Knight would nod his head "Tell them i will not come to the meeting-c-
18:39:37Tory-Oakcroft : beach edge, to gain shade from the beating sunlight that was scorching on his flesh. The fishermen had finally docked, beginning to slacken the sails and hitch their roping to the nearest port posts. Ocean eyes just watched the hardened men go about their rituals, with a slight intent. Every movement being traced and analysed as he took in the -c-
18:40:01AlexDkar : they know my stance against there petty demands. If they truely wanted war they'd have come after us already"*E
18:40:07Tory-Oakcroft : -c- site of the twisting rope and knots.=
18:40:56GiadaΦMilos : find a cobbler herself. She walked along the streets as if she wasnt aware she was wearing slippers instead of boots. No one seemed to give her notice, her old boots were in a bag over her shoulder and she began to navigate the streets. She passed things that vaguely looked familar, but then every building seemed to >>>
18:42:40GiadaΦMilos : look the same. The press of the crowd moved her along as she kept a eye out for the sign of the cobbler. Intent on her destination but not knowing how to get there , she ended up in a seedier part of town as she looked around smelling the sea air . Now this is where she had landed, the docks, but she doubted there would>>>
18:44:17GiadaΦMilos : be a cobbler there. What she did see was a tavern, with a odd name "The Drowned Wench". Well this wasnt the royal district, she could use a drink and directions, but she heistated for a moment . Letting the strong winds blow over her and listening to the waves. If it wasnt the forest she would like the sea, something so beautiful>>>
18:44:34GiadaΦMilos : and primal about nature, it sent a thrumming through her very soul.
18:49:22Sybilla·Covelin : Princess, again. Sybilla didn't look bathed or pristine. In fact, she looked... much like she had been on the beach for days. Indeed she had found a small indent in the rocks to tuck herself into at night. Going back to the forest had seemed to risky. Bare feet, must have been a normal thing for their kind. Blue eyes slowly moved away /c/
18:49:32Sybilla·Covelin : from the man in front of her toward the one who had left the ship. Sybilla watched because that was her nature. To watch. To wait. To learn patterns. It was a...whore, wolf, thing. Then Ofi opened his mouth and Sybilla returned her sights to him. The first comment didn't bother her much. After all, she was what she was and she expected /c/
18:49:52Sybilla·Covelin : to hear such things from time to time. It was his cocky attitude about his appearance that had one brow lofting higher than the other. Sybilla turned slightly to eye the other man before she moved from the rock she was standing on to share the rock Kaleb was on, whether he had enough room or not. "Ofi, you haven't seen ruffled yet. /c/
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18:50:18Ķąlęb : Wb))
18:50:20GiadaΦMilos : welcome back)
18:50:22Tory-Oakcroft : Ty)
18:50:28Sybilla·Covelin : Nor are you anything all that special to cause any flustering. Oh and..." Sybilla smiled as sweetly as she could manage despite the whirling dizziness. "...I doubt a wolf of your...particular...status could return anything wet." Jackass. A palm came to lightly touch his chest if he'd let her and with the same smile she'd make like she was /c/
18:51:38Sybilla·Covelin : using him to help climb the rest of the way before she'd give a shove. /d/
18:54:08Ķąlęb : -Perhaps because she was anything but pristine, Princess was an ironic name for her to be given. Nobody said nicknames had to make sense...He didn't know what her name was so he had to call her something and princess was a damn sight nicer than some he could think up. He followed her with his eyes, out of habit more than anything...she was -c-
18:56:42Tory-Oakcroft : -Once the rigging was cleared, the sails were sagged and tied the men trudged fully ashore, bantering among themselves. The eldest had already grabbed a large pair of black leather boots, the pair not in much better repair than his own that were slung across his back. Warm sand and sun had dried him for the most part, but he still had a distinct -c
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18:58:23Tory-Oakcroft : odour of smoke and salt. As the men closed the distance, the eldest drew from the conversation of the pack of men and lobbed the boots a little roughly in his direction, the pair parting in flight. He managed to grasp one, catching it clumsily in his right hand but the other tumbled against his chest, the left hand trying to catch as it fumbled -c-
18:58:46Ķąlęb : either prey or a predator on even footing so it was well worth keeping her in sight. Never trust a wolf you don't know, especially one that looked as sketchy as she did. Her return comment about his comments made him laugh, a sound that rumbled in his throat like a rising bark. "Woof woof princess, did I touch a nerve there? I think ye doth -c-
19:00:37Tory-Oakcroft : air before the boot hit his lap. The man just grimaced a toothless smile and rejoined the gaggle of men as they headed to the port side buildings. He eyed up the boots. There were few things that came out of kindness. Raising a brow he figured he would deal with consiquences later and shoved his foot into the dry leather. Warm and dry once -c-
19:01:17Ķąlęb : protest too much for someone unruffled..." He caught her hand when it pressed to his chest and when she gave him a shove he'd prove harder to budge than you'd expect...well for a half starved, dehydrated werewolf anyway. "My status? Are you a wolf snob there princess?" he quipped though it was rather easy to spot her waning health. She looked -c-
19:02:16Ķąlęb : about ready to drop. "You should really sit down...before you drop down...Have you been out on these sands since I saw you?"-
19:03:01Tory-Oakcroft : -c- more he stood to aim in the direction of the port side businesses. His shoulders squared as he took in the rough edges, and loud riotous singing eminating from inside of the closest tavern. Sea shanties and a drawling undertone of drunken verses beginning to crescendo as he pushed open the door. The place looked relatively clean, even if the -c
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19:04:26«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : Wb))
19:04:31Tory-Oakcroft : -c- the patrons didn't. The stale smell of ale, and brine stining his eyes as he let the door swing shut, and pushed his hands carefully into his pockets. Keeping them contained her strode over the floor of the tavern. Heading towards what he only assumed was a bar, through the crowds of drunken sailors and fishermen. Stooped in his stance -c-
19:04:36GiadaΦMilos : thanks)
19:04:39Tory-Oakcroft : Wb Gia. ^.^)
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19:05:25Tory-Oakcroft : He tried to fight his way through the crowd to the bar. A room and board was welcome, even if it was low standard it would be better than 22 dqays spent on a fishing boat.=
19:07:30GiadaΦMilos : She turned slowly and entered the Tavern, this was not the Kings Head, a different crowd seemed to be here. She held a bit tighter to her shoulder bag as the smell of unwashed bodies and rum and other cloying scents assualted her nostrils. The shutters were thrown open so at least there was a breeze. There was racous laughter and such and nothing>>
19:09:43AlexDkar : "Go, fly safe" Alex would nod to the Knight as he took flight and Alex would then push off the tree and begin to walk into the city and mingle amongst the populace, he was dressed in less than regal attire, he was a king but never showed it unless it was deemed important to show his class, for which it was mostly military situations, might and -c-
19:10:41AlexDkar : power, two very distinctly evil but needed pieces in a kingdoms placement and survival, but to him, meant nothing to a commoner who would never attain such riches by simply being born and as such, he never flaunted it and his feet found him back at the bakery he so often visited here in his allies home, taking a seat outside he'd enjoy the smells-c
19:11:03AlexDkar : of the dough being cooked and wondered how long it would take before the children found him at his favorite hang-out~E
19:11:45GiadaΦMilos : really bothered her. She didnt frequent rough places but she didnt shy away from them either, it was part of the job description and so she slipped past tables , weaving her way to find a tender. Wenches were busy with tankards and platters of food as they served the patrons. She had been alone for a while except for recently after finding>>
19:13:14Sybilla·Covelin : After the death of her mate a decade ago, Sybilla had gone out of her way to avoid...well, wolves like him. Touch a nerve? No. A wolf snob? Hardly. Sybilla had worked hard for every ounce of the respect she'd gained in her pack. Brows furrowed as he mentioned being out here since they last spoke and Sybilla yanked her hand /c/
19:13:24Sybilla·Covelin : away from him. A little too harshly as it sent her backward, the bang against the rock caused a scrape on her elbow. Which bled. "Don't you act so concerned..." Yes, they were competing for territory. Weren't they? Neither one could trust the other. Not really. And yet, they had a better chance at survival if they could get along. Wolves /c/
19:13:26GiadaΦMilos : another of her order , rubbing shoulders with people seemed a bit odd. She lifted her hand and started to ask a passing wench for a ale but the woman didnt hear nor see her. She turned a bit sheepishly towards the bar waiting for another to give it a go. A few sailors left the bar leaving a open spot and so she quickly>>
19:14:33Sybilla·Covelin : weren't meant to travel alone. "would you just..." Sybilla growled lowly and took in a breath. "Yes." Arms folded under breasts and she sat there on the rock mulling over the last four days. "I got angry. I saw red. It scared me. I could have killed that man. I wanted to..." and that above everything else bother Sybilla because although /c/
19:16:07GiadaΦMilos : took up a spot and slid onto one of the stools claiming her place. Her eyes swept accross the room again this time just casually checking out her fellow patrons. Her clothing though worn was clean and besides the pendant around her neck of her order there was nothign to distinguish her except her olive skin and dark hair. She was not a >>>
19:17:00GiadaΦMilos : noble nor a mere peasant, she carried herself with confidence and assurance but there was a bit of shyness in her. Another wench came back and she called out "Excuse me please miss!!" but her voice got lost in some friendly shouts from the other side of the room.
19:17:58Sybilla·Covelin : she wanted Daniel's killers brought to justice she'd never wanted to kill a human in place of it. Words were muttered under her breath in her mother's tongue about the very idea she was sitting here talking to -him- about this. "I need to go eat. It's been four days..." /d/
19:21:21Ķąlęb : -She really was in a terrible mood and Kaleb tried to search inside himself to find something considerate and pleasant, something that might relate to what she was going through. Sadly he couldn't find much of anything in there but more sarcastic and unhelpful remarks. When she fell he gave a huffed breath and dropped down to sit beside the -c-
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19:23:19GiadaΦMilos : wb)
19:23:39Tory-Oakcroft : -sighs-)
19:23:40Tory-Oakcroft : ty)
19:24:40Ķąlęb : grumbly woman. "You're a wolf...that's why I'm concerned...I might be as dumb as a bag full o' hammers...but wolves look out for their own..." he wasn't sure how well he'd agree with that if they really had to fight for the territory. He'd fight hard if it came to that. "You got angry because they were hunting you...We have the right to defend -c-
19:27:08Tory-Oakcroft : His hands still resided in his pockets, tucked tight into the linings as he kept his head bowed. The rough shadow of stubble around his jaw, and the matted sea weathered hair meaning that he seemed to meld into the crowd of ale soaked men that surrounded him. Sandy hair, still damp at the tips caught to his jaw line and he shoved it back finally -c
19:27:27Ķąlęb : ourselves if we're attacked...If a wolf attacked a human, you'd expect the human to defend themselves...we do just the same..." he stated in explaination. "And you wouldn't have killed anyone...you ain't like that...a bite don't mean a kill princess..." he slipped to his feet and hopped down off the rock. Hands moved to lift her down but fully -c-
19:27:53Tory-Oakcroft : from his eye line as he drew up to the counter. The place set his nerve on edge, not that it was a nervous edge...more a good portion of cautious consideration of the surroundings. The men inside were not that rough edged they looked dangerous, and the giddy sea shanties that billowed from them certainly added to their harmless effect. A drunken -c
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19:28:07Tory-Oakcroft : man however, was an unpredictable man. The wenches served ale and food to almost gnashing jaws at tables, the men ravenous after living on salted means and moulded fruit. His eyes just watched silently, taking in the movement of the room that skitted around him. His own creed pendant hung around the satchel arm. Only a knight that had betrayed -c-
19:28:13Ķąlęb : expected to get a smack or a finger bitten off for offering the hand...Independent woman and all that. "Come on, I'll buy you a meal to make up for stealing your meal the other night..."-
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19:28:22Tory-Oakcroft : man however, was an unpredictable man. The wenches served ale and food to almost gnashing jaws at tables, the men ravenous after living on salted means and moulded fruit. His eyes just watched silently, taking in the movement of the room that skitted around him. His own creed pendant hung around the satchel arm. Only a knight that had betrayed -c-
19:28:38Tory-Oakcroft : his creed, did not wear his order mark with pride. A shout came from a few people down, as a woman tried to gain the attention of the nearest tender or well...anyone it looked like. He raised a brow as he watched her be ignored and shook his head a little. The only thing he had was his height. Straightening to his full stretched, at pushing 6’3 -c-
19:28:51Tory-Oakcroft : he towered above most of the hunched sea farers around him. His head straightening for the first moment since entry he stood tall to gain the tenders attention. A tactic that was obviously well practiced as the man bustled over quickly. He nodded his head to the woman down the bar. “Ladies first, I believe sir.” The minute the quiet words passed-c-
19:29:07Tory-Oakcroft : his lips, he returned to his former stance shirinking back as his shoulders stooped and he was almost covered within the crowd.-=
19:31:07GiadaΦMilos : The tender came to her his face red with exertion"The man said you needed something Miss?" She looked to where he jabbed his thumb as he pointed Tory out. She leaned back and caught sight of him and nodded "Aye , I was hoping for a ale and directions to a cobbler. And who is my benefactor?" The man shrugged "Never seen him before , looked like >>>
19:32:40GiadaΦMilos : someone netted him and forgot to throw him back" he laughed heartily and then said"A ale it is and the cobbler you will find them just outside the market place" he started to go and she called "Whatever the man ordered I will pay" She watched as he bustled off not sure he had heard her but she leaned back and gave a glance at Tory once again.>>>
19:34:02GiadaΦMilos : She should thank him in person and so she left her seat and pressed her way and spoke rather loudly for she needed to be heard"There are two seats where I am , come and share a ale, thank you for sending the tender to me. I am afraid that my approach was far too timid for a place like this" her white teeth flashed into a friendly smile>>
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19:34:53GiadaΦMilos : as she nodded towars the seats "Join me ? I told the tender that I would pay since you were so kind"
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19:36:45Sybilla·Covelin : Shakes of the head came when he told her why she got angry. "No, that's not why I got angry." It wasn't? "Being hunted doesn't bother me. I can run away. They're only human. It's not their fault they're ignorant and don't understand our kind aren't here to hurt them." Sybilla let out a sigh. How very... progressive of her to /c/
19:37:00Sybilla·Covelin : think such things? It was the truth. The hand was accepted. A sign of truce between them. That and she was starving and had no coin on her. Why not use the situation to her advantage. As they walked toward the Wench Sybilla made a face, "it was the way the hunter smiled when he shot you." Hands were pushed into the /c/
19:40:26Sybilla·Covelin : pockets of her long skirt, even it was looking a little worse for wear along with the tunic. Sybilla didn't really want to get into it. "It just... triggered some memory or something I guess." She tried to shrug the topic off by changing it. "Have you ever been before?" By the way some of the dock workers were smiling at her good guess /c/
19:40:45Sybilla·Covelin : she'd been here before and Sybilla sighed quietly. /d/
19:43:37Tory-Oakcroft : -As he was pointed out he would be almost concealed within the crowd, even though his height did somewhat give him away. the tender bustled as he ordered an ale from the man which was served in due course. Due course being at a slow elderley pace, that started to grate the minute the drawn out mans handling of the task began. He just watched, -c-
19:44:42Ķąlęb : -She had issues...most wolves did. They lived long lives and ran into trouble more often than not. The statement about why she'd gotten mad made him nod, not really aware he was doing it. "They enjoy the hunt....We enjoy the hunt...can't judge them for that...all I'm saying is that we should be entitled to fight back...We're not prey after all, -c-
19:46:35Ķąlęb : we're predators..." that seemed to be the point he was making. As they reached the Wench, Kaleb's eyes darted towards the sun...it was the closet thing anyone had to a watch after all. "I have been here...but I ain't as popular as you it seems..." he taunted. Digging into his coin pouch he tossed Sybilla a handful of coin. "Here, buy yourself -c-
19:46:53Tory-Oakcroft : -c- taking in each movement even moving as far as to cock his head to the motions of the people behind the bar. A mutter came, under his breath as he shook his head. "It is a wonder people do not starve at this pace." His words inaudible they passed underneath the hub of excitment in the place unheard. Searching his satchel for the bare few -c-
19:47:30Ķąlęb : something pretty princess....and something edible...I've got some business to take care of..." And off the arrogant ass wandered. What he was going to do...well he didn't share and he'd be a hard beast to follow if he didn't want to be.-
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19:48:54Tory-Oakcroft : -c- coins he had set aside, the tender gruffed out a rather bothered sentence, out of breath from the rush. "The lady paid, boy. Unless you wish to tip me twice take it up with her." He raised a brow still stood in quiet contemplation but turned his back to the tender. Tips were for service, not for a sluggish pace by an aggrevated man. Before -c-
19:51:19Tory-Oakcroft : -c- he could retreat to the solace of a lone table he was interrupted in his pace and almost gritted back his first thought of response. Socialisation was not exactly his preference. The ridgid tense of the muscle in his jaw the a key to his unease, before an answer came. Out of polite duty rather than choice. "As you wish, Milady." He bowed -c-
19:52:55Tory-Oakcroft : -c- through the crowd to the table and drew into the seat. Against his broad side, it drowned a little his stature shrouding over it as he dumped his satchel tot he side. The pendant at the strap, clicking on the metal buckle. Ocean eyes finally passed across the dark haired woman. His ale sat before him he nodded, his tone so quiet that even in -c
19:54:59Tory-Oakcroft : -c- a calmer corner of the tavern he was hard to hear. "Thanks are not necessary Milady. I just stood up..." He smirked a little, the half arrogant smile a response to the fact that the tender still seemed to be glaring him down from behind the bar in response to his force on service.=
19:57:18GiadaΦMilos : She had to strain to hear him. He reminded her of Dominus, a man of few words unless there was something that needed to be said "I am honored , I am Giada at your service" She brought her hand over her chest her fist balled as she saluted him. She looked around her glance simply flitting over the assembly "I was a bit lost and wanted to get >>>
19:59:27GiadaΦMilos : directions, need to see a cobbler. Came to get some ale and see a bit of the cities residents. I am rather new here myself and have only made a few forays into the city so far" she was talkitive, she was used to talking for two. Before the massacre of her order she was always chattering, it was hard for many to put a damper on her. She had >>
20:01:10GiadaΦMilos : withdrawn for many months in her sorrow and guilt but the last weeks she had been renewed and refreshed once again and so her old personality was pushing its way past the introvert and reasserting itself. She gave him a appraising look and then looked to his bag seeing his pendant there she nodded in curiosity "That pendant....is it your seal?" >>>
20:02:30GiadaΦMilos : She took a long draught of her ale and smiled, her eyes friendly and curious though she wasnt trying to offend or intrude in anyway. It was just her way, she didnt allow him a chance to answer before she apologized "I tend to chatter a lot but my fellow knight seems to speak little and I hate long silences"
20:02:40Sybilla·Covelin : "We're not just...." never mind. Sybilla was not getting into the predator/prey argument with him too. Sybilla didn't want to be lumped into that theory that all she could ever be was this animal who had to hunt things. The handful of coin was taken into her fist with a sigh. Father sky help her, she watched him walk off until the /c/
20:02:50Sybilla·Covelin : crowd swallowed him up and then, Sybilla stared at the coin in her hand feeling like -she- had stolen something. Even from through the door she could tell it was busy. This was going to be nauseating. All those sensations on delicate senses made iffy by her self-inflicted punishment. Deep breath in Sybilla. The breath was held as the /c/
20:03:42Tory-Oakcroft : One sec gai, I have to feed little boy.))
20:04:05Sybilla·Covelin : door was opened. Quickly eyes swept the room. First for those hunters, second for familiar faces and lastly for a spot to hide. All of it took a matter of seconds before Sybilla wandered in slowly. The coins being carefully tucked into her pocket. Blue eyes settled on familiar female with a new male, the figure from the boat. It was a brief /c/
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20:06:56Sybilla·Covelin : glance, a quick smile was given as she passed their table and continued apparently unaware or uncaring that she looked like a wildling and her arm had a rivulet of blood heading toward her fingertips. No, food was the primary concern and then she could worry about everything else. The men watched her walk, Sybilla ignored it, because /c/
20:08:39Sybilla·Covelin : even they seemed a little wary of flirting with the normally smiling and flirtatious little whore. Predatory, yes, that was the ebbing feeling that would come off her as she made her way toward the bar. Sybilla leaned her elbows on the bar with a smile in front of the tender and quietly clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. /c/
20:10:59Sybilla·Covelin : "Food and ale... please and thank you, darlin" The coins were slid toward the tender and she lifted her arm, " maybe a rag too... would hate to messy up your bar... dang feet just got tangled all up in my skirts!" Believable enough. /d/
20:16:34Tory-Oakcroft : Ok, back.)
20:16:42Sybilla·Covelin : wb)
20:16:48GiadaΦMilos : wb)
20:18:30Tory-Oakcroft : -The muscle that tensed in his jaw seemed to tighten another notch, as the woman soared into full blown conversation, barely breathing between sentences. The fast paced chatter hitting his ears in a buzzing enslaught of jumbled words. The almost fixated look on his face trying to keep track with her conversation thread, as she flitted a little. -c-
20:18:36Tory-Oakcroft : -c-Ty ^.^))
20:21:26Tory-Oakcroft : -c-He watched the salute, and he had to force his expression to hold back a cringe and he nodded in response his own hand drawing to his chest. His fist clenched but his index and middle finger outstretched towards his chin as he lay it on his chest quietly. Words when words were necessary, were even possibly a stretch for him. He just let her -c-
20:23:10Tory-Oakcroft : -c- come to a rest in her chattering patern, half way through his brow raise a little as she commented on the pendant. Taking in a slow breath, he kicked the back further underneath his chair, leaning forward slight his left forearm resting across the table top, the right leading his ale to him. Downing a large sip he raised his eyes finally to -c-
20:24:32Tory-Oakcroft : -c- her. He had been silent for mabye a good five minutes, while she bombarded his ears and mind with conversation. Finally he pursed his lips to talk. "I can't imagine that with you around, silences are ever...long Milady." It seemed almost like an insult, but the soft tone in his voice charmed it out like it was silver. He took another drink -c-
20:26:33Tory-Oakcroft : -c- the stale taste leaving his palet yearning for a better brew but he held his tongue. Sandy hair shrouded over his eyes, shadowing them out as he truly did look like something that had been sheltering in a cove for a few weeks, the acrid smell of salt and smoke still thick on his skin. He mused a little over his final sentence. "I myself -c-
20:28:01Tory-Oakcroft : -c- could use the assitance of a gifted cobbler." He jerked his chin to the leather boots slung at this shoulder and finally smiled. The slight show of teeth running his features as he watched her. " Mabye we could put your chatter to good use, and you could talk him into a lower price..."-
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13:55:27Mαπτıcorεπ : Did I interrupt anything? ]]
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16:13:19Sybilla·Covelin : MOrning everyone)
16:13:27_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : Hello all.))
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16:22:07Sybilla·Covelin : So, Ethan, if you could just peruse our rules real quick and I'd be happy to answer any questions you might have...)
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16:29:10_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : On it now, hence the silence lol.)
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16:32:48GiadaΦMilos : sorry was afk welcome)
16:34:21Sybilla·Covelin : All good Ethan)
16:34:51Sybilla·Covelin : I was on the phone with Verizon FiOS .... ......)
16:39:31_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : Okay, =)))
16:40:43Sybilla·Covelin : Come join us in the OOC room... in case Giada and Dom wanna rpness and you have ?'s)
16:42:46†Dominus† : sry am trying to get settled))
16:44:00Sybilla·Covelin : there's no such thing as settled)
16:46:45_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : Do you have the OOC room link Sybilla?)
16:46:55_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : Nevermind.)
16:47:22Sybilla·Covelin : >.> I take it you found it?)
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17:18:24†Dominus† : ....net is hating me))
17:18:58GiadaΦMilos : wb)
17:19:12†Dominus† : ty))
17:25:29GiadaΦMilos : A stew was bubbling on the fire and she sat with pieces of cloth drapped over her legs. Her head was bent over her work and her fingers worked the needle in tiny stiches as she worked on the shell of the cloak. This would be a summer cloak , she would need to make ones of wool for winter but that was another time. For now she>>
17:27:15GiadaΦMilos : wanted to get this done. She sat aside her work for a few moments as she stood and streched, she reached for the ladle and stirred the contents of the pot, put a few more sticks on the fire. After they ate she was hoping to go back in town, their clothing should be ready and she needed to see a cobbler to either have her boots repaired or >>>
17:29:17GiadaΦMilos : to get a new pair. She also had found a few other things she needed, salt for one, and some rope. When they left the camp it would be a good idea to tie up their food and hoist it in tree to keep certain animals from it though it wouldnt deter everything. She was sure Dominus had a few ideas as well and before she sat back down she cast >>>
17:30:10GiadaΦMilos : a glance toward the stream to seek out the familar form of her compainon but not spotting him she bent her head over again, took up her needle and continued to sew.
17:34:29†Dominus† had been out early spending a bit of coin but not in town. Dominus had wennt further out the road nearby to a stable that he had saw before and picked out a new horse. The horse was that of what his people in the north called Mabari, a large warhorse. Dominus wore his armor over his clothes as if he was on his way to battle. Though it was just <C>
17:36:26†Dominus† case another danger decided to show up to challenge him. Dominus's gauntleted hand held onto the reigns as the other rested on the hilt of his sword as he sat in the saddle. The horse moving rather fast down the road causing a good deal of noise in the woodline. Dominus pulled back some to slow the horse and to turn down the path he had used to<C>
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17:37:48Sybilla·Covelin : Grrrr...)
17:37:52GiadaΦMilos : welcome)
17:37:52Sybilla·Covelin : I mean, Welcome home!)
17:38:32Ķąlęb : grr to you too))
17:38:35Ķąlęb : and thanks))
17:39:23†Dominus† the forest. After a moment he could see the camp as well as making out Giada occupying it. The horse trotting up to the camp he turned it side way pulling his helm off and holding it in his free hand that did not hold the reigns and said...."Busy I take see?" with a smile. Shortly after speaking he would look up at a break in the canvas of the <C>
17:39:56†Dominus† forest to see sun light beaming in his eyes causing him to squint some<D>
17:42:24GiadaΦMilos : She looked up when she saw a horse approach but when she recognized who was on it her face broke into a easy grin. Setting aside the fabric and sticking the needle in it so she wouldnt lose it she stood and nodded with a approving glance to him before taking her hand and running it down its neck. "Magnificent, what is his name?" she >>>
17:44:58GiadaΦMilos : chuckled "Paulos will have company now though he might have prefered a mare" She threw a admiring glance up to him " You look fine in your armour, it reminds me of one of the mornings when the regiment went out to battle, banners waving in the wind, the sun gleaming off of helms. " her eyes got a far away look as she was transported to another >>>
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17:46:35†Dominus† : welcome))
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17:46:47†Dominus† : welcome))
17:47:06мутнгιuζѕнαdοωbζαdε : ty)
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17:47:56«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : Welcome, please take a look at our rules and if you have any questions whisper myself or Sybilla or join us in the OOC room....doh o.o))
17:48:04GiadaΦMilos : time and place. "The sound of trumpets calling forth the knights, I remember I stood back and pride swelled in my heart." She broke from her reverie and then turned a smile up to him "Yes you look very fine...are you hungry I have some stew that should be ready"
17:48:08«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : oh well, atleast I have the message for the next time xD))
17:48:24†Dominus† : lol))
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17:51:41†Dominus† looking down at her from in the saddle and as she spoke he smiled and he said in reply..."His name is Thunder" a very ordinary name but it held to Dominus due to the size of the Horse. Through his leg over as she spoke still he tied thunder to a tree close by and was lost in her words about the old times. Dominus full well remembered sitting <C>
17:52:50Ķąlęb : -The interaction with the wolf woman and her grouchy friend had ended rather abruptly. No doubt the sight of the freshly wounded Kaleb, naked and very much the man who'd stolen her pig, had overwhelmed her. Maybe it was anger...or just because he really was that outstanding a sight naked. Since the incident with the hunters, Kaleb had kept a low -c
17:54:41†Dominus† horse back to the side of Grand Master Araelius waiting for battle. He loved doing what he did even after he learned that he was adopted and his real family were barbarians. It gave Dominus a reason to fight harder in the name of god as it did strike a little low to know his real parents were godless evil people. After shaking the thought he <C>
17:55:21Ķąlęb : profile and avoided the forest. He'd avoided his fur as well...no sense in giving humans an excuse to skin him alive for maiming the gang. They'd recover their wounds no doubt...didn't an animal have the right to defend themselves as well? Probably not, if you asked a human. The wolf had been loitering at the dodgy establishment on the sea front-c-
17:56:11†Dominus† turned to Giada and took a few steps towards camp hooking his helm on his belt and resting his hands on his belt and said..."Thank you" to her gesture of how he looked and finished with..."Yes I do think I could eat a bit....Thunder back there fought me half way here" he chuckled at the thought of almost being thrown from the horse a few times<D>
17:58:32Ķąlęb : , enjoying the hospitality human's did well...drink and women. Now he was looking for the little blonde wolf in sheeps clothing for a meeting that might last longer than a fleeting hunt...He had her scent after all so it shouldn't be too hard to seek her out. She'd likely not be a happy puppy when they met again...dogs tended not to forget the -c-
17:58:37Ķąlęb : thieving of a meal.-
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18:02:20GiadaΦMilos : She moved to the fire gave one last stir , giving him the chance to dismount she folded up carefully her sewing project and slipped it into a canvas bag. She chatted as she moved around the camp "I think I should like to go to town after we eat, I need some rope and some salt and my boots need mending though I am not sure there is >>
18:02:24GiadaΦMilos : welcome home)
18:02:43«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : Welcome home))
18:04:14Tory-Oakcroft : -Sunlight, the blinding gold curse of daylight waking you up. The golden light breaking through the small port side gap in the fishing ships cabin. The smell of ale, and smoke rendered stung in his nose as he snorted out the acrid smell and shifted his weight to sitting. Sea legs were certainly not something that you ‘acquired’ he was certain -c-
18:05:03Tory-Oakcroft : of this, he was also nearly certain that all sea farers just pretended not to be queasy, for effect on those who preferred to keep their feet on solid turf. The thick sea air rushed him this time, as the chattering of seagulls over head had the 5 crew members of the decrepid old sea boat seeming to brim with excitement. Pushing his weight -c-
18:05:48Tory-Oakcroft : finally from what was apparently classed as a bed, his bones creaked and his left shoulder gave a loud crack. “Even floor boards are more wretched, on this floating death trap.” His stomach was turning. Over and over the waves causing it to threaten his breakfast into his throat, meaning all his strength was taken on swallowing it hard back. -c-
18:06:11GiadaΦMilos : enough on the sole to mend" grabbing the wooden bowls she dipped the ladle into it and the rich broth was spooned into the bowls. "Though I am a bit sad that now you have your own horse, I kind of liked sharing" she gave him a wink and then sat his bowl so that he could take it up while she divided the last of the bread with him for their >>
18:06:40Tory-Oakcroft : Suddenly the alerted sounded “Land!” The crew men pulling at the rigging, as the main sails swamped cross words over the deck to catch the onslaught of the coasts breeze. His stomach rolled again. The sickening sense growing in his gut as he gritted his teeth in response. The crew took little time in racing the boat thankfully through the waves, -c
18:06:47Tory-Oakcroft : *alert)
18:07:30Tory-Oakcroft : almost taking into flight as it skimmed over the wave tops and launched violently towards the shore. Once wood met sand, he launched over the side with a quick bound, his hand bracing the side before propelling his body heavily down into...water. A riot of laughter ensued, at the haste in which he left causing him to jump to soon and land knee -c-
18:08:05Tory-Oakcroft : deep in the sea water, but he didn’t care. Land was land. Wading through the salted brine, his leather boots filled and sloshed as he came ashore and grumbled at his now bedraggled appearance. Sandy hair stuck to his features, the tips plastered to his squared jaw line before his hand scruffed it back from his face. Hard blue eyes glanced over -c-
18:08:30GiadaΦMilos : meal. She sat on a log and began to eat watching him and the horse "I take it he is trained or are you going to have some work to do with him?" she had a hand with Paulos but there were masters there helping her along the way. A battle trained horse was given special pains and for a knight it was necessary. Horses were a extension of the Knight>>
18:09:01GiadaΦMilos : often times it would be the last vestiage of defence in battle and time and time again they had turned the tide.
18:09:06«Αdiϵ٠Τhorηωycκ» is away.
18:09:15Tory-Oakcroft : the land that now came into his vision, the main sites a large hilltop castle, offset by a small city. Pulling his satchel to spin behind him, he headed off towards civilisation, as that was usually the best bet for food, and shelter. He was an odd man, tall and broad his gait carried him with a proud and upright stance, yet his stooped -c-
18:09:29OACHATSVCA01 has made GiadaΦMilos a Host.
18:09:38Tory-Oakcroft : shoulders and head, gave him a weakened appearance of withdrawal. He had heard from the fishermen, that this was a beautiful place to find solace, and food. The native men having been visiting his town after being swept ashore by a brief storm, he had bartered passage. Anything was better, than wandering through towns owned by the creed that -c-
18:10:09Tory-Oakcroft : their back in shame to you. He carried towards the main town. Food and a bed that atleast had a straw matting the only things… in his thoughts.=
18:10:34Sybilla·Covelin : Just a bite. No such thing as just a bite. It wasn't the bite but the anger. That split moment of red she'd seen which had caused Sybilla to flee with all due haste from all semblance of civilization. To purge. Because pack law dictated- no wolf should ever attack a human. It was, in her world, an act of war. Granted, she was an entire /c/
18:10:55You have been marked as being away.
18:10:59Sybilla·Covelin : ocean away from -her- world. This world was different. The rules were different. Still Sybilla had gone four days without food or water. In a human this would have caused serious problems. For Sybilla although the weight loss was not appreciated it was not life threatening. Merely annoying to hear your heart pounding loudly /c/
18:18:00Sybilla·Covelin : within your skull. Sybilla had climbed up the rocks near the beaches and then stopped, to stare at the water. The pounding got louder, then was hastened by a second beating heart. A scent which caused the woman's face to contort slightly. "Ofi.." the name rolled off with the drawl in an almost growl. Her mother's language for the /c/
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18:21:26Sybilla·Covelin : word dog; an insult among the other wolves. "What do you want?" Sybilla was not feeling all too charitable to the pig thief. Even if she'd been willing to give him shelter days ago the four days of repeated nightmares had caused a waning in her charity. Then again, she was hungry and thirsty two thing which were enough to /c/
18:21:38Sybilla·Covelin : make people like them very grumpy. /d/
18:21:46†Dominus† moved to pick up the bowl of stew and sat down near the fire pit as listening to her words as he started to poked around a bit at the stew before he would start in on the stew. "No one said we still couldnt share" he chuckled. Dominus took a bite of the stew and nodded to her comment about the Horse needing to be trained..."He doesnt need much"<C>
18:23:59†Dominus† "Training just needs to get use to me I think". Dominus had seen her with the cloaks when he had road up he asked..."I see you had started on the cloaks?" or she may have been almost finished with them he couldnt tell. Dominus reached into the bowl again taking more stew as he ate. He hadnt ate all morning as he walked the road to find the <C>
18:24:09†Dominus† the stables he had saw weeks prior<D>
18:24:23Ķąlęb : -Oh she was grumpy. Perhaps she'd caught it from her little friend? The odd smelling half breed....Bad moods could be catching. The beach wasn't the place you expected to find a wolf but then she was wearing her human skin again so actions tended to vary in your meat suit. "Ofi? That a pet name you've given me princess?" He offered with a -c-
18:26:37GiadaΦMilos : "I am a poor excuse for a tailor but I am doing alright. Its too hard to sew at night so I am trying to get as much done as I can while I have the light." she dipped her bread in the bowl to soak up the juices and she popped it in her mouth "Well I got used to you and so anybody could I imagine" her eyes lit with teasing as she finished her stew.>>
18:26:51Ķąlęb : sardonic grin. His feet were bare...apparently Kaleb didn't approve of shoes. He'd lost too many pairs of them over the years. He didn't speak Sybilla's tongue, despite the similarity in their accents, so he didn't know the insult in her words. Jade eyes flickered to the nearby boat dragging it's arse into the bay and the man departing before -c-
18:27:43AlexDkar : *Leaning back against the tree he'd just take to the shade, his form was relaxed, as well it could be and now he found himself looking blankly ahead at the world around him as it passed by in the courtyard and as such he didnt need much to be seen, he was hearing all and that gave him enough to know his surroundings, it was funny -c-
18:28:06AlexDkar : to him anyways, that the children hadn't found him yet, considering they followed him around like a flock of lost sheep, not that it bothered him at all any*E
18:29:14GiadaΦMilos : "There is plenty , did you want to take Paulos and Thunder or did you want to ride one horse or the other. Yours is already saddled but I have no problem getting Paulos ready. " she rinsed out her bowl in the pot of extra water they had for such purposes and then dried it off by tapping out the extra water and then putting it away. Not the most >>
18:30:10Ķąlęb : they snapped back to Sybilla. "You look like you've been rode hard and put away wet sweetheart...What's got your fur so ruffled?" Oh he was looking for a punch the way he was talking to her...would she be one of the women who found his smartassness charming? Probably not. "I was making sure the sight of me naked hadn't got ye so flustered ye'd -c-
18:30:38GiadaΦMilos : sanitary way to clean up but it was the middle ages and they werent too keen on such procedures. She started to walk back to sit down when she tripped and ended up sprawled on the ground. After spitting out a mouth of dirt she slowly got up and glanced back to see that she had torn the entire sole off her boot "I guess that trip to >>>
18:30:58Ķąlęb : plain run out of the city...I know I'm impressive little pup...but it ain't no reason to get yerself completely flustered..."-
18:32:04GiadaΦMilos : the cobbler can no longer be put off. I am going to look like a idiot wearing slippers but this is not going to do" She turned around and pried off both of her boots and then in stocking feet she stood, and went to find her slippers which she only wore with dresses.
18:33:57Tory-Oakcroft : -The water moving in his boots, had become a little more than an irritation as it sloshed within the leather confines, and causing his feet to grind against the rough edges of the leather. Halting he watched the civilisation in the distance for a moment, then looked to his feet in contemplation, his mind wandering over the topic of if he would be-c
18:34:45Tory-Oakcroft : able to bare the watery footsteps for such a distance. The resounding answer was no. Slumping to a crouch he pulled at the leather boots, the scruffed footwear barely holding at the stitching as he emptied the water out into the thick sand underfoot. Pulling at course woollen socks next he wrung the water from the material, and hung the clothing -c
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18:35:12Tory-Oakcroft : over his satchel to dry in the sunlight. The sea breeze was brisk, whipping over his as he scanned the surrounding area with a squinted glance, but with the sun behind them all he caught of the pair atop the rocks was a hint of shadowy movement before the bright light blinded his vision. The sandy fringe once more floated into his eyes, covering-c-
18:36:18Tory-Oakcroft : the ocean colour as he shoved it back again. A knight should stand proud, with steed and blade he should be a beacon to those who have lost hope and lost guidance. A friend to a stranger, a blade to the weak....but this was a past memory. At this point in time he looked broken, weather beaten and mostly wet. Tying the jagged laces of his boots -c-
18:36:26GiadaΦMilos : Dom had something come up I will NPC him to a point)
18:37:07Tory-Oakcroft : at the ends he slung the items over his shoulder and rubbed his temple. The throbbing muscle in his forehead sending a thick set pain as the nausea eased for a pounding headache. Sea travel was by no means his preferred transport. The sand underfoot shifted in his weight, leaving foot trails along it’s length as he headed towards the rocky -c-
18:37:56AlexDkar : *The darkened form would drop down infront of Alex in a crouch of bowing and he'd open his eyes 'Yes?' came the words from alex's lips as the knight would stand upright "The council requests your presence you highness, it is rather urgent" Alex's form would relax back further into the tree if it were possible "Regarding what, and my name is Alex-c-
18:38:59GiadaΦMilos : They decided to ride his horse and on the way to town he seemed to be fairly well behaved. Dominus wanted to take him to the farrier and so he dropped Giada off in the city . She sighed softly , the city was still largely unexplored for her but she didnt want to seem too dependant on having Dominus so the only thing to do was to strike out and>>
18:39:22AlexDkar : outside of the Valley, I hold no title on these lands, please remember this Knight." a bowing of his head he'd apologize "They need you for a defense meeting, as we recieved a decree of war if demands are not met" raising a brow Alex would shake his head "Triage again?" the Knight would nod his head "Tell them i will not come to the meeting-c-
18:39:37Tory-Oakcroft : beach edge, to gain shade from the beating sunlight that was scorching on his flesh. The fishermen had finally docked, beginning to slacken the sails and hitch their roping to the nearest port posts. Ocean eyes just watched the hardened men go about their rituals, with a slight intent. Every movement being traced and analysed as he took in the -c-
18:40:01AlexDkar : they know my stance against there petty demands. If they truely wanted war they'd have come after us already"*E
18:40:07Tory-Oakcroft : -c- site of the twisting rope and knots.=
18:40:56GiadaΦMilos : find a cobbler herself. She walked along the streets as if she wasnt aware she was wearing slippers instead of boots. No one seemed to give her notice, her old boots were in a bag over her shoulder and she began to navigate the streets. She passed things that vaguely looked familar, but then every building seemed to >>>
18:42:40GiadaΦMilos : look the same. The press of the crowd moved her along as she kept a eye out for the sign of the cobbler. Intent on her destination but not knowing how to get there , she ended up in a seedier part of town as she looked around smelling the sea air . Now this is where she had landed, the docks, but she doubted there would>>>
18:44:17GiadaΦMilos : be a cobbler there. What she did see was a tavern, with a odd name "The Drowned Wench". Well this wasnt the royal district, she could use a drink and directions, but she heistated for a moment . Letting the strong winds blow over her and listening to the waves. If it wasnt the forest she would like the sea, something so beautiful>>>
18:44:34GiadaΦMilos : and primal about nature, it sent a thrumming through her very soul.
18:49:22Sybilla·Covelin : Princess, again. Sybilla didn't look bathed or pristine. In fact, she looked... much like she had been on the beach for days. Indeed she had found a small indent in the rocks to tuck herself into at night. Going back to the forest had seemed to risky. Bare feet, must have been a normal thing for their kind. Blue eyes slowly moved away /c/
18:49:32Sybilla·Covelin : from the man in front of her toward the one who had left the ship. Sybilla watched because that was her nature. To watch. To wait. To learn patterns. It was a...whore, wolf, thing. Then Ofi opened his mouth and Sybilla returned her sights to him. The first comment didn't bother her much. After all, she was what she was and she expected /c/
18:49:52Sybilla·Covelin : to hear such things from time to time. It was his cocky attitude about his appearance that had one brow lofting higher than the other. Sybilla turned slightly to eye the other man before she moved from the rock she was standing on to share the rock Kaleb was on, whether he had enough room or not. "Ofi, you haven't seen ruffled yet. /c/
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18:50:18Ķąlęb : Wb))
18:50:20GiadaΦMilos : welcome back)
18:50:22Tory-Oakcroft : Ty)
18:50:28Sybilla·Covelin : Nor are you anything all that special to cause any flustering. Oh and..." Sybilla smiled as sweetly as she could manage despite the whirling dizziness. "...I doubt a wolf of your...particular...status could return anything wet." Jackass. A palm came to lightly touch his chest if he'd let her and with the same smile she'd make like she was /c/
18:51:38Sybilla·Covelin : using him to help climb the rest of the way before she'd give a shove. /d/
18:54:08Ķąlęb : -Perhaps because she was anything but pristine, Princess was an ironic name for her to be given. Nobody said nicknames had to make sense...He didn't know what her name was so he had to call her something and princess was a damn sight nicer than some he could think up. He followed her with his eyes, out of habit more than anything...she was -c-
18:56:42Tory-Oakcroft : -Once the rigging was cleared, the sails were sagged and tied the men trudged fully ashore, bantering among themselves. The eldest had already grabbed a large pair of black leather boots, the pair not in much better repair than his own that were slung across his back. Warm sand and sun had dried him for the most part, but he still had a distinct -c
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18:58:23Tory-Oakcroft : odour of smoke and salt. As the men closed the distance, the eldest drew from the conversation of the pack of men and lobbed the boots a little roughly in his direction, the pair parting in flight. He managed to grasp one, catching it clumsily in his right hand but the other tumbled against his chest, the left hand trying to catch as it fumbled -c-
18:58:46Ķąlęb : either prey or a predator on even footing so it was well worth keeping her in sight. Never trust a wolf you don't know, especially one that looked as sketchy as she did. Her return comment about his comments made him laugh, a sound that rumbled in his throat like a rising bark. "Woof woof princess, did I touch a nerve there? I think ye doth -c-
19:00:37Tory-Oakcroft : air before the boot hit his lap. The man just grimaced a toothless smile and rejoined the gaggle of men as they headed to the port side buildings. He eyed up the boots. There were few things that came out of kindness. Raising a brow he figured he would deal with consiquences later and shoved his foot into the dry leather. Warm and dry once -c-
19:01:17Ķąlęb : protest too much for someone unruffled..." He caught her hand when it pressed to his chest and when she gave him a shove he'd prove harder to budge than you'd expect...well for a half starved, dehydrated werewolf anyway. "My status? Are you a wolf snob there princess?" he quipped though it was rather easy to spot her waning health. She looked -c-
19:02:16Ķąlęb : about ready to drop. "You should really sit down...before you drop down...Have you been out on these sands since I saw you?"-
19:03:01Tory-Oakcroft : -c- more he stood to aim in the direction of the port side businesses. His shoulders squared as he took in the rough edges, and loud riotous singing eminating from inside of the closest tavern. Sea shanties and a drawling undertone of drunken verses beginning to crescendo as he pushed open the door. The place looked relatively clean, even if the -c
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19:04:26«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : Wb))
19:04:31Tory-Oakcroft : -c- the patrons didn't. The stale smell of ale, and brine stining his eyes as he let the door swing shut, and pushed his hands carefully into his pockets. Keeping them contained her strode over the floor of the tavern. Heading towards what he only assumed was a bar, through the crowds of drunken sailors and fishermen. Stooped in his stance -c-
19:04:36GiadaΦMilos : thanks)
19:04:39Tory-Oakcroft : Wb Gia. ^.^)
19:04:58GiadaΦMilos : computer froze)
19:05:25Tory-Oakcroft : He tried to fight his way through the crowd to the bar. A room and board was welcome, even if it was low standard it would be better than 22 dqays spent on a fishing boat.=
19:07:30GiadaΦMilos : She turned slowly and entered the Tavern, this was not the Kings Head, a different crowd seemed to be here. She held a bit tighter to her shoulder bag as the smell of unwashed bodies and rum and other cloying scents assualted her nostrils. The shutters were thrown open so at least there was a breeze. There was racous laughter and such and nothing>>
19:09:43AlexDkar : "Go, fly safe" Alex would nod to the Knight as he took flight and Alex would then push off the tree and begin to walk into the city and mingle amongst the populace, he was dressed in less than regal attire, he was a king but never showed it unless it was deemed important to show his class, for which it was mostly military situations, might and -c-
19:10:41AlexDkar : power, two very distinctly evil but needed pieces in a kingdoms placement and survival, but to him, meant nothing to a commoner who would never attain such riches by simply being born and as such, he never flaunted it and his feet found him back at the bakery he so often visited here in his allies home, taking a seat outside he'd enjoy the smells-c
19:11:03AlexDkar : of the dough being cooked and wondered how long it would take before the children found him at his favorite hang-out~E
19:11:45GiadaΦMilos : really bothered her. She didnt frequent rough places but she didnt shy away from them either, it was part of the job description and so she slipped past tables , weaving her way to find a tender. Wenches were busy with tankards and platters of food as they served the patrons. She had been alone for a while except for recently after finding>>
19:13:14Sybilla·Covelin : After the death of her mate a decade ago, Sybilla had gone out of her way to avoid...well, wolves like him. Touch a nerve? No. A wolf snob? Hardly. Sybilla had worked hard for every ounce of the respect she'd gained in her pack. Brows furrowed as he mentioned being out here since they last spoke and Sybilla yanked her hand /c/
19:13:24Sybilla·Covelin : away from him. A little too harshly as it sent her backward, the bang against the rock caused a scrape on her elbow. Which bled. "Don't you act so concerned..." Yes, they were competing for territory. Weren't they? Neither one could trust the other. Not really. And yet, they had a better chance at survival if they could get along. Wolves /c/
19:13:26GiadaΦMilos : another of her order , rubbing shoulders with people seemed a bit odd. She lifted her hand and started to ask a passing wench for a ale but the woman didnt hear nor see her. She turned a bit sheepishly towards the bar waiting for another to give it a go. A few sailors left the bar leaving a open spot and so she quickly>>
19:14:33Sybilla·Covelin : weren't meant to travel alone. "would you just..." Sybilla growled lowly and took in a breath. "Yes." Arms folded under breasts and she sat there on the rock mulling over the last four days. "I got angry. I saw red. It scared me. I could have killed that man. I wanted to..." and that above everything else bother Sybilla because although /c/
19:16:07GiadaΦMilos : took up a spot and slid onto one of the stools claiming her place. Her eyes swept accross the room again this time just casually checking out her fellow patrons. Her clothing though worn was clean and besides the pendant around her neck of her order there was nothign to distinguish her except her olive skin and dark hair. She was not a >>>
19:17:00GiadaΦMilos : noble nor a mere peasant, she carried herself with confidence and assurance but there was a bit of shyness in her. Another wench came back and she called out "Excuse me please miss!!" but her voice got lost in some friendly shouts from the other side of the room.
19:17:58Sybilla·Covelin : she wanted Daniel's killers brought to justice she'd never wanted to kill a human in place of it. Words were muttered under her breath in her mother's tongue about the very idea she was sitting here talking to -him- about this. "I need to go eat. It's been four days..." /d/
19:21:21Ķąlęb : -She really was in a terrible mood and Kaleb tried to search inside himself to find something considerate and pleasant, something that might relate to what she was going through. Sadly he couldn't find much of anything in there but more sarcastic and unhelpful remarks. When she fell he gave a huffed breath and dropped down to sit beside the -c-
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19:23:19GiadaΦMilos : wb)
19:23:39Tory-Oakcroft : -sighs-)
19:23:40Tory-Oakcroft : ty)
19:24:40Ķąlęb : grumbly woman. "You're a wolf...that's why I'm concerned...I might be as dumb as a bag full o' hammers...but wolves look out for their own..." he wasn't sure how well he'd agree with that if they really had to fight for the territory. He'd fight hard if it came to that. "You got angry because they were hunting you...We have the right to defend -c-
19:27:08Tory-Oakcroft : His hands still resided in his pockets, tucked tight into the linings as he kept his head bowed. The rough shadow of stubble around his jaw, and the matted sea weathered hair meaning that he seemed to meld into the crowd of ale soaked men that surrounded him. Sandy hair, still damp at the tips caught to his jaw line and he shoved it back finally -c
19:27:27Ķąlęb : ourselves if we're attacked...If a wolf attacked a human, you'd expect the human to defend themselves...we do just the same..." he stated in explaination. "And you wouldn't have killed anyone...you ain't like that...a bite don't mean a kill princess..." he slipped to his feet and hopped down off the rock. Hands moved to lift her down but fully -c-
19:27:53Tory-Oakcroft : from his eye line as he drew up to the counter. The place set his nerve on edge, not that it was a nervous edge...more a good portion of cautious consideration of the surroundings. The men inside were not that rough edged they looked dangerous, and the giddy sea shanties that billowed from them certainly added to their harmless effect. A drunken -c
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19:28:07Tory-Oakcroft : man however, was an unpredictable man. The wenches served ale and food to almost gnashing jaws at tables, the men ravenous after living on salted means and moulded fruit. His eyes just watched silently, taking in the movement of the room that skitted around him. His own creed pendant hung around the satchel arm. Only a knight that had betrayed -c-
19:28:13Ķąlęb : expected to get a smack or a finger bitten off for offering the hand...Independent woman and all that. "Come on, I'll buy you a meal to make up for stealing your meal the other night..."-
19:28:13ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : oops sorry__
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19:28:22Tory-Oakcroft : man however, was an unpredictable man. The wenches served ale and food to almost gnashing jaws at tables, the men ravenous after living on salted means and moulded fruit. His eyes just watched silently, taking in the movement of the room that skitted around him. His own creed pendant hung around the satchel arm. Only a knight that had betrayed -c-
19:28:38Tory-Oakcroft : his creed, did not wear his order mark with pride. A shout came from a few people down, as a woman tried to gain the attention of the nearest tender or well...anyone it looked like. He raised a brow as he watched her be ignored and shook his head a little. The only thing he had was his height. Straightening to his full stretched, at pushing 6’3 -c-
19:28:51Tory-Oakcroft : he towered above most of the hunched sea farers around him. His head straightening for the first moment since entry he stood tall to gain the tenders attention. A tactic that was obviously well practiced as the man bustled over quickly. He nodded his head to the woman down the bar. “Ladies first, I believe sir.” The minute the quiet words passed-c-
19:29:07Tory-Oakcroft : his lips, he returned to his former stance shirinking back as his shoulders stooped and he was almost covered within the crowd.-=
19:31:07GiadaΦMilos : The tender came to her his face red with exertion"The man said you needed something Miss?" She looked to where he jabbed his thumb as he pointed Tory out. She leaned back and caught sight of him and nodded "Aye , I was hoping for a ale and directions to a cobbler. And who is my benefactor?" The man shrugged "Never seen him before , looked like >>>
19:32:40GiadaΦMilos : someone netted him and forgot to throw him back" he laughed heartily and then said"A ale it is and the cobbler you will find them just outside the market place" he started to go and she called "Whatever the man ordered I will pay" She watched as he bustled off not sure he had heard her but she leaned back and gave a glance at Tory once again.>>>
19:34:02GiadaΦMilos : She should thank him in person and so she left her seat and pressed her way and spoke rather loudly for she needed to be heard"There are two seats where I am , come and share a ale, thank you for sending the tender to me. I am afraid that my approach was far too timid for a place like this" her white teeth flashed into a friendly smile>>
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19:34:53GiadaΦMilos : as she nodded towars the seats "Join me ? I told the tender that I would pay since you were so kind"
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19:36:45Sybilla·Covelin : Shakes of the head came when he told her why she got angry. "No, that's not why I got angry." It wasn't? "Being hunted doesn't bother me. I can run away. They're only human. It's not their fault they're ignorant and don't understand our kind aren't here to hurt them." Sybilla let out a sigh. How very... progressive of her to /c/
19:37:00Sybilla·Covelin : think such things? It was the truth. The hand was accepted. A sign of truce between them. That and she was starving and had no coin on her. Why not use the situation to her advantage. As they walked toward the Wench Sybilla made a face, "it was the way the hunter smiled when he shot you." Hands were pushed into the /c/
19:40:26Sybilla·Covelin : pockets of her long skirt, even it was looking a little worse for wear along with the tunic. Sybilla didn't really want to get into it. "It just... triggered some memory or something I guess." She tried to shrug the topic off by changing it. "Have you ever been before?" By the way some of the dock workers were smiling at her good guess /c/
19:40:45Sybilla·Covelin : she'd been here before and Sybilla sighed quietly. /d/
19:43:37Tory-Oakcroft : -As he was pointed out he would be almost concealed within the crowd, even though his height did somewhat give him away. the tender bustled as he ordered an ale from the man which was served in due course. Due course being at a slow elderley pace, that started to grate the minute the drawn out mans handling of the task began. He just watched, -c-
19:44:42Ķąlęb : -She had issues...most wolves did. They lived long lives and ran into trouble more often than not. The statement about why she'd gotten mad made him nod, not really aware he was doing it. "They enjoy the hunt....We enjoy the hunt...can't judge them for that...all I'm saying is that we should be entitled to fight back...We're not prey after all, -c-
19:46:35Ķąlęb : we're predators..." that seemed to be the point he was making. As they reached the Wench, Kaleb's eyes darted towards the sun...it was the closet thing anyone had to a watch after all. "I have been here...but I ain't as popular as you it seems..." he taunted. Digging into his coin pouch he tossed Sybilla a handful of coin. "Here, buy yourself -c-
19:46:53Tory-Oakcroft : -c- taking in each movement even moving as far as to cock his head to the motions of the people behind the bar. A mutter came, under his breath as he shook his head. "It is a wonder people do not starve at this pace." His words inaudible they passed underneath the hub of excitment in the place unheard. Searching his satchel for the bare few -c-
19:47:30Ķąlęb : something pretty princess....and something edible...I've got some business to take care of..." And off the arrogant ass wandered. What he was going to do...well he didn't share and he'd be a hard beast to follow if he didn't want to be.-
19:47:59Ķąlęb is away.
19:48:54Tory-Oakcroft : -c- coins he had set aside, the tender gruffed out a rather bothered sentence, out of breath from the rush. "The lady paid, boy. Unless you wish to tip me twice take it up with her." He raised a brow still stood in quiet contemplation but turned his back to the tender. Tips were for service, not for a sluggish pace by an aggrevated man. Before -c-
19:51:19Tory-Oakcroft : -c- he could retreat to the solace of a lone table he was interrupted in his pace and almost gritted back his first thought of response. Socialisation was not exactly his preference. The ridgid tense of the muscle in his jaw the a key to his unease, before an answer came. Out of polite duty rather than choice. "As you wish, Milady." He bowed -c-
19:52:55Tory-Oakcroft : -c- through the crowd to the table and drew into the seat. Against his broad side, it drowned a little his stature shrouding over it as he dumped his satchel tot he side. The pendant at the strap, clicking on the metal buckle. Ocean eyes finally passed across the dark haired woman. His ale sat before him he nodded, his tone so quiet that even in -c
19:54:59Tory-Oakcroft : -c- a calmer corner of the tavern he was hard to hear. "Thanks are not necessary Milady. I just stood up..." He smirked a little, the half arrogant smile a response to the fact that the tender still seemed to be glaring him down from behind the bar in response to his force on service.=
19:57:18GiadaΦMilos : She had to strain to hear him. He reminded her of Dominus, a man of few words unless there was something that needed to be said "I am honored , I am Giada at your service" She brought her hand over her chest her fist balled as she saluted him. She looked around her glance simply flitting over the assembly "I was a bit lost and wanted to get >>>
19:59:27GiadaΦMilos : directions, need to see a cobbler. Came to get some ale and see a bit of the cities residents. I am rather new here myself and have only made a few forays into the city so far" she was talkitive, she was used to talking for two. Before the massacre of her order she was always chattering, it was hard for many to put a damper on her. She had >>
20:01:10GiadaΦMilos : withdrawn for many months in her sorrow and guilt but the last weeks she had been renewed and refreshed once again and so her old personality was pushing its way past the introvert and reasserting itself. She gave him a appraising look and then looked to his bag seeing his pendant there she nodded in curiosity "That pendant....is it your seal?" >>>
20:02:30GiadaΦMilos : She took a long draught of her ale and smiled, her eyes friendly and curious though she wasnt trying to offend or intrude in anyway. It was just her way, she didnt allow him a chance to answer before she apologized "I tend to chatter a lot but my fellow knight seems to speak little and I hate long silences"
20:02:40Sybilla·Covelin : "We're not just...." never mind. Sybilla was not getting into the predator/prey argument with him too. Sybilla didn't want to be lumped into that theory that all she could ever be was this animal who had to hunt things. The handful of coin was taken into her fist with a sigh. Father sky help her, she watched him walk off until the /c/
20:02:50Sybilla·Covelin : crowd swallowed him up and then, Sybilla stared at the coin in her hand feeling like -she- had stolen something. Even from through the door she could tell it was busy. This was going to be nauseating. All those sensations on delicate senses made iffy by her self-inflicted punishment. Deep breath in Sybilla. The breath was held as the /c/
20:03:42Tory-Oakcroft : One sec gai, I have to feed little boy.))
20:04:05Sybilla·Covelin : door was opened. Quickly eyes swept the room. First for those hunters, second for familiar faces and lastly for a spot to hide. All of it took a matter of seconds before Sybilla wandered in slowly. The coins being carefully tucked into her pocket. Blue eyes settled on familiar female with a new male, the figure from the boat. It was a brief /c/
20:05:47AlexDkar has left the conversation.
20:06:56Sybilla·Covelin : glance, a quick smile was given as she passed their table and continued apparently unaware or uncaring that she looked like a wildling and her arm had a rivulet of blood heading toward her fingertips. No, food was the primary concern and then she could worry about everything else. The men watched her walk, Sybilla ignored it, because /c/
20:08:39Sybilla·Covelin : even they seemed a little wary of flirting with the normally smiling and flirtatious little whore. Predatory, yes, that was the ebbing feeling that would come off her as she made her way toward the bar. Sybilla leaned her elbows on the bar with a smile in front of the tender and quietly clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. /c/
20:10:59Sybilla·Covelin : "Food and ale... please and thank you, darlin" The coins were slid toward the tender and she lifted her arm, " maybe a rag too... would hate to messy up your bar... dang feet just got tangled all up in my skirts!" Believable enough. /d/
20:16:34Tory-Oakcroft : Ok, back.)
20:16:42Sybilla·Covelin : wb)
20:16:48GiadaΦMilos : wb)
20:18:30Tory-Oakcroft : -The muscle that tensed in his jaw seemed to tighten another notch, as the woman soared into full blown conversation, barely breathing between sentences. The fast paced chatter hitting his ears in a buzzing enslaught of jumbled words. The almost fixated look on his face trying to keep track with her conversation thread, as she flitted a little. -c-
20:18:36Tory-Oakcroft : -c-Ty ^.^))
20:21:26Tory-Oakcroft : -c-He watched the salute, and he had to force his expression to hold back a cringe and he nodded in response his own hand drawing to his chest. His fist clenched but his index and middle finger outstretched towards his chin as he lay it on his chest quietly. Words when words were necessary, were even possibly a stretch for him. He just let her -c-
20:23:10Tory-Oakcroft : -c- come to a rest in her chattering patern, half way through his brow raise a little as she commented on the pendant. Taking in a slow breath, he kicked the back further underneath his chair, leaning forward slight his left forearm resting across the table top, the right leading his ale to him. Downing a large sip he raised his eyes finally to -c-
20:24:32Tory-Oakcroft : -c- her. He had been silent for mabye a good five minutes, while she bombarded his ears and mind with conversation. Finally he pursed his lips to talk. "I can't imagine that with you around, silences are ever...long Milady." It seemed almost like an insult, but the soft tone in his voice charmed it out like it was silver. He took another drink -c-
20:26:33Tory-Oakcroft : -c- the stale taste leaving his palet yearning for a better brew but he held his tongue. Sandy hair shrouded over his eyes, shadowing them out as he truly did look like something that had been sheltering in a cove for a few weeks, the acrid smell of salt and smoke still thick on his skin. He mused a little over his final sentence. "I myself -c-
20:28:01Tory-Oakcroft : -c- could use the assitance of a gifted cobbler." He jerked his chin to the leather boots slung at this shoulder and finally smiled. The slight show of teeth running his features as he watched her. " Mabye we could put your chatter to good use, and you could talk him into a lower price..."-
