It was two hours before noon and the heat was already becoming unbearable. The Hiäen Atropa had been verbally sparing with had retreated to his rooms leaving her with the heat. She was people watching There were few out, mainly lizard men. There were a few unnecessarily smug Heulo, probably looking for some vagrant to offer up to the gods. Her fingers itched to offer up their blood but she was under strict instructions not to make too much of a sceen.
A small cloaked figure stood in the shade of the building watched Atropa. Long black hair cascaded out of the hood, the cloak it's self was fine silk but tatered from a long journey. The figure took a step forward before thinking better entered a tavern with a sharp turn that revealed the face of a young girl. Half her face was covered in a crest. A pickaxe surrounded by intricate patterns completely in a rust like red highlighted her pale skin and soft features. She tilted her head as she turned inviting the elf to follow.
The human caught Atropa's eye, the crest on the face was unknown to her but she could only assume she was important. The very sort of person she was sent to court. She stood and followed the girl into the tavern.
The tavern was bustling with drunk men singing and laughing.The girl was sitting at a table far in the corner. Her head down the cloak hid her face as she looked at the palms of her hands. She clenched them tightly into fists before placing them down at her sides.
She could not help but admire the dedication to drunkenness that some humans possessed. The bartender, who claimed his name was Geoff, too neatly fit into the bartender shade hole in your mind. She quickly picked out the girl she was holding herself all wrong to fit into the crowed. Atropa stole two drinks and approached the table.
"Greetings, I'm Atropa Cysgod plentyn Sorbus ac Ywen. You can call me Atropa." She said placing a drink in front of the human. "You don't belong here."
"Greetings, I'm Atropa Cysgod plentyn Sorbus ac Ywen. You can call me Atropa." She said placing a drink in front of the human. "You don't belong here."
She looks up at you. "Greetings Atropa." ,she says with a forced confidence, "You are correct I do not belong here but here is where I am. Fate has a way to that I could never understand. You may call me Alia. I have come with a proposition for you and your house. If you are willing to listen to my story." Her eyes shine with a deep sadness and sparkle with a small hope.
She leans forward allowing showing off the stylize spear tattoo on her chest along with the tree white triangles below her left eye. She sizes up the woman in-front of her then quickly scanned the room. There was no-one worth noticing and most of them were in a stupor from some combination of drink and the heat. Grabbing a stool she perched opposite the human. "So how can house Cysgod help you, Alia?"
She glances around before giving a deep sigh. "I am the second daughter of a wealthy man. His name is... was Robert Sliversmith. My families wealth is do to the vast amount of coal, silver, steel and gold mines on our lands." ,she begins, "Recently my mother and father were killed. My sister the heir to their fortune, is currently imprisoned by my parents killers. I am offering an alliance with your house in return for my sister's return to our home." She looks at you intently.
Atropa took a long drink to cover her thinking. Coal and steel could by them the favor of the Dwarves, possible even the gnomes. She had to be careful the other house might take action if she moved unwisely.
"I take it that they are keeping her alive for a reason; who would inherit if she dies?"
"I take it that they are keeping her alive for a reason; who would inherit if she dies?"
A small figure moved swiftly past a group of Lizard men, leaning against one of the buildings. It slowly snickered and pushed back it's hood, letting it's beautiful red hair flow past it's shoulders. Slowly the eyes of a beautiful young lady shimmered in the sunlight. The heat waves smacked her rosy cheeks. She smiled softly at the Lizard men and realized they were all a little drunk. She laughed lightly at their snarls and chuckles and then walked right into the Tavern, which she was actually quite used to by now. The bartender smiled and raised a small glass.
"The normal Ivy?" He said with a very nice gesture.
"Yes sir, that is if you don't mind the company." She said with a small grin and sat at the bar. Slowly she turned and looked around the bar, everyone who normally there, was there, nothing to abnormal. There was once face though, someone that Ivy's never seen before. She stared at the young girl for a few moments, the turned around abruptly.
"Who's she?" Ivy asked, gesturing towards the new girl. Slowly the bartender just shrugged and handed her the glass.
"Not for sure. She came in just before you did. I think I head her say her name was Atropa?" He replied with a small chuckle. "Haven't seen her around before, but she seems to be looking for some people to work with."
Ivy turned her head over her shoulder and then took a a chug of her drink. She slowly placed the cup down and then stood up, dusting off her dress. Ivy wasn't very professional looking. She wore a nice blue dress that hugged softly around her waste, but flared out at the bottom and hugged her chest. Black leggings that had a cuts down the side of her thighs followed with a pair of nice leather boots that shimmered in the light. Her arms were covered with a very nice leather jacket that was the perfect size. She put her hands in her and very childlike, kicking her feet up and then swinging them back down, walked over to the one called Atropa.
Ivy didn't do much, just heard them talking a little, about an alliance. Ivy giggled lightly and then twirled over to the two young ladies that were talking. She sat down next to them and just sat there, acting as if she was there the entire time.
"The normal Ivy?" He said with a very nice gesture.
"Yes sir, that is if you don't mind the company." She said with a small grin and sat at the bar. Slowly she turned and looked around the bar, everyone who normally there, was there, nothing to abnormal. There was once face though, someone that Ivy's never seen before. She stared at the young girl for a few moments, the turned around abruptly.
"Who's she?" Ivy asked, gesturing towards the new girl. Slowly the bartender just shrugged and handed her the glass.
"Not for sure. She came in just before you did. I think I head her say her name was Atropa?" He replied with a small chuckle. "Haven't seen her around before, but she seems to be looking for some people to work with."
Ivy turned her head over her shoulder and then took a a chug of her drink. She slowly placed the cup down and then stood up, dusting off her dress. Ivy wasn't very professional looking. She wore a nice blue dress that hugged softly around her waste, but flared out at the bottom and hugged her chest. Black leggings that had a cuts down the side of her thighs followed with a pair of nice leather boots that shimmered in the light. Her arms were covered with a very nice leather jacket that was the perfect size. She put her hands in her and very childlike, kicking her feet up and then swinging them back down, walked over to the one called Atropa.
Ivy didn't do much, just heard them talking a little, about an alliance. Ivy giggled lightly and then twirled over to the two young ladies that were talking. She sat down next to them and just sat there, acting as if she was there the entire time.
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The elf looked like something out of a tale told to keep children inline. Her untamed white hair was in stark contrast to her dark grey skin. Four White triangle where tattooed under her left eye. Her dark blue top was edged in cloth of gold and was cut to show of the tattoos on her chest and mid-riff. Her Navel was surrounded by a tattooed square with with a triplet of chevrons pointing to the left and the right. To those who new this marked her as a Shade Elf of House Cysgod. Just as the stylize spears on her chest marked her as a hunter.
"I see Geoff has already provided you with a drink, so I will not offer." Said Atropa.
She gave the new comer a somewhat predatory look.
Gesturing at Ivy she asked "Friend of your's Alia?"
"I see Geoff has already provided you with a drink, so I will not offer." Said Atropa.
She gave the new comer a somewhat predatory look.
Gesturing at Ivy she asked "Friend of your's Alia?"
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Alia looked the newest female to the table. A soft no escaped her lips before she turned her attention to Atropa. She figeted for a second then looked around paying close attention to the door. She black hair moved with her head showing a little more of the crest tattooed on her face. She hugged the silk cloak tighter.
Ivy giggled. "No no!! The only one who is a friend of mine is the bartender." She giggled even more, and smiled happily, shaking her head. "Name is Ivy, and yours is Atropa, and I'm guessing you are Alia?" She said, gesturing to Atropa then at Alia. She held her hand out and smiled, brightly, extremely brightly.
The light glistened off of Ivy's hair, making it look like she was bleeding. Her smile was bright, and warming, and friendly. Her eyes shimmered and turned a light golden brown as the light hit her face. Her rosy cheeks brightened lightly as she felt the heat on her skin. The features of Ivy were different than any other. Unlike most people now who all looked similar or pretty much the same, Ivy was completely different. Most of her kind wasn't in town.
"I heard that you were looking for someone to work with?" Ivy asked and half said. Her cherry red lips shifted from a smile into a grin. She wasn't for sure why, but working was pretty much all Ivy did. She did most of people's work or at least helped them with it and that was really all she ever did, considering everything else in the world was boring. One of the waitresses with a tray of alcohol walked by and Ivy grabbed a shot glass. Ivy could hold her liquor. She actually loved it, at times, other times it was horrible and too much to handle. She hated hangovers.
"I'm a healer, and a little something else, but you can just find that out when it's needed."
The light glistened off of Ivy's hair, making it look like she was bleeding. Her smile was bright, and warming, and friendly. Her eyes shimmered and turned a light golden brown as the light hit her face. Her rosy cheeks brightened lightly as she felt the heat on her skin. The features of Ivy were different than any other. Unlike most people now who all looked similar or pretty much the same, Ivy was completely different. Most of her kind wasn't in town.
"I heard that you were looking for someone to work with?" Ivy asked and half said. Her cherry red lips shifted from a smile into a grin. She wasn't for sure why, but working was pretty much all Ivy did. She did most of people's work or at least helped them with it and that was really all she ever did, considering everything else in the world was boring. One of the waitresses with a tray of alcohol walked by and Ivy grabbed a shot glass. Ivy could hold her liquor. She actually loved it, at times, other times it was horrible and too much to handle. She hated hangovers.
"I'm a healer, and a little something else, but you can just find that out when it's needed."
Atropa reach out and put a reassuring hand on Alia's shoulder.
"In this sort of venture a healer is always useful."
She shifted her attention back to Ivy a cold predatory look came into her eyes.
"I do not believe that Geoff has any friends. He seems too well informed for my liking."
She scanned the room eyes alighted on an unused dart board. With a lightning fast move she reached for her and with a snap of her wrist sent a dagger flying through the air. It thudded into the dart broad.
She tapped her chest tattoo "This marks me as a hunter. I hunt those who pose a treat to my house." Her hand moved to the marks under her eye. "And these show that I am a master of my craft. I do not take betrayal well. You say you're a healer looking for work, we seek one so lets come to an understanding."
"In this sort of venture a healer is always useful."
She shifted her attention back to Ivy a cold predatory look came into her eyes.
"I do not believe that Geoff has any friends. He seems too well informed for my liking."
She scanned the room eyes alighted on an unused dart board. With a lightning fast move she reached for her and with a snap of her wrist sent a dagger flying through the air. It thudded into the dart broad.
She tapped her chest tattoo "This marks me as a hunter. I hunt those who pose a treat to my house." Her hand moved to the marks under her eye. "And these show that I am a master of my craft. I do not take betrayal well. You say you're a healer looking for work, we seek one so lets come to an understanding."
"Most of the time a healer is useful anyways. Now I'm not exactly an expert to where I can heal your liver or kidney, but I can heal small fractured bones, small cuts, I can repair some muscles but that takes a lot of energy, and if a big bone is needed healing of I can't exactly fix it all the way, but I can speed up the normal process of it being healed on it's own. " Ivy said, very proud like.
Ivy isn't like most people. The thing different about Ivy is that she'll be straight forward with you. She knows her flaws, and she also knows things that she's really proud of. She will tell you when she can and can not do it and she won't be ashamed of it. She isn't ashamed of anything she can or can't do. She won't hide herself, except her feelings, but she will be mysterious about showing you it.
When Atropa did her little talent thingy Ivy giggled and then clapped a little. "Impressive."
Ivy smiled lightly. "And what understanding would that be?"
Ivy isn't like most people. The thing different about Ivy is that she'll be straight forward with you. She knows her flaws, and she also knows things that she's really proud of. She will tell you when she can and can not do it and she won't be ashamed of it. She isn't ashamed of anything she can or can't do. She won't hide herself, except her feelings, but she will be mysterious about showing you it.
When Atropa did her little talent thingy Ivy giggled and then clapped a little. "Impressive."
Ivy smiled lightly. "And what understanding would that be?"
"If you can stop us bleeding out in the field that would be welcome." Said Atropa as she got up and crossed the bar to recover her dagger.
She came back to the table with three loaves of bread which she placed in front of her companions.
"No-one offers their services with out payment of some kind be money or favors. So what shall it be gold or future services?"
She tears a chunk off of her bread and started eating.
She came back to the table with three loaves of bread which she placed in front of her companions.
"No-one offers their services with out payment of some kind be money or favors. So what shall it be gold or future services?"
She tears a chunk off of her bread and started eating.
Alia begins eating her bread after sending Atropa a small smile. "If it is gold you are after I can offer a large sum." She tells Ivy between bites.
She was pleased at her unlikely success, finding two people perfect for the job. The idea of seeing her sister again brought a smile and watery eyes.
She was pleased at her unlikely success, finding two people perfect for the job. The idea of seeing her sister again brought a smile and watery eyes.
"Alia; we need more details on the people who captured your sister. Interest in those outside our lands has never been encouraged and there only so much you can beat out of orcs."
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