Tales of Faerun

[tokyobiohazard]

Aera threw on her cloak and drew her hood over her head after a long day of breathing fire and hoisting children up onto her back. Being a street performer was a good way to make ends meet around here, much to her surprise.

She held her cloak tightly around herself and made sure to keep her coin purse clutched tightly in one palm. As if being seven and a half feet tall wasn't reason enough to stand out in a crowd, her tail was poorly concealed by the brown fabric and was clearly visible underneath. She rushed to the nearest tavern and slammed a fistful of coins down on the counter.

"I'd like a steak, please. Rare."

[josh900]

"Well an armor's looks are important because if it looks terrible then people will think I'm a terrible crafter." Tannin answered Nawen's question. "I know you'd much rather not draw attention to yourself than have people gawking over you, why I'm not speaking about the armor being flashy or eye catching, more like... finely made, like it wasn't just thrown together but built piece by piece with every attention to detail given. It's a difficult thing to describe, even I'm not certain of what I mean to be entirely honest." He said with a chuckle.

"I'll have to find them but yes I do still have the designs, I'm not particularly proud of most of them, but then ships aren't exactly the most inspiring places in the world." He said before heading upstairs to fetch the rolls of parchment which he had so feverishly worked over for the entirety of the journey to Westgate.

When he returned he poured the collective onto a nearby table, the number having grown immensely since he had encountered Rhaine back on the ship.

"I think... That's about fifty different designs or more, lost count to tell the truth, but drew up a little bit of everything you see. Most of them you'll have no interest in but that's what happens when one tries and thinks of everything. This is just my personal opinion buuut... I think, that you'll find something in these that you'll like." He said as he pulled out a few rolls from the pile. "These here are based more in the inner cities and would be worn by your thieves and the like, great for moving around in, very quiet, and with it being made with dragon scale well.... good luck cutting into it, there's also some based around some drowish designs, minus the excessive skin showing. Some of the designs are based around some skintight numbers but they can be loosened or padded or whatever you want if you don't like that sort of thing. I don't much care for the tight stuff either, get's too hot and sweaty. There are also some based around your current set of armor just.... better. And if you don't like any of them and would rather mix and mash different pieces and parts together then you're more than welcome to, you're the one wearing it after all." He said, putting his hands on his hips and looking down at the pile of rolled up parchment with a scowl. "Haven't gotten a chance to do something like this in a long while, I'm far too rusty for my own liking. Rather disappointing if I must say."

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"What?! Me?!?" Hexol said to the accusations. "I didn't do anything! Why you think I would take something from you? I've been sitting here the whole time!" He yelled at the two Grey brothers.

"He has moved an inch boys." Said Azuris. "He's been on his best behavior."

"I'm always on my best behavior!" Hexol yelled again. "You guys are always acting like I cause trouble everywhere I go and I don't! I never steal! I don't hurt anyone, I never break anything, and you too need to stop saying that I do!"

[Deleted6317247User]

When Tannin showed her the designs, she was amazed by each and every one of them. "These are beautiful." She said as looked through the sketches. It didn't take long for her to find one design that seemed perfect to her: the armor covered the skin fully, pretty to look at, seemed very comfortable and most importantly, it did not look too eye-catching.

 

"I really like this one," she said as she handed Tannin the drawing, "what do you think? Not too plain?" She asked with the light smile on her face.

[tokyobiohazard]

An albino elf awoke in a room, which oddly enough was not in the tavern he was staying at, that smelled of sweat and shame. A redheaded woman lay next to him... And a blonde lay across the room under a blanket. A brunette was sprawled at the foot of the bed, sleeping heavily. His feet poked out from under the blanket and hung off the edge of the bed.

Pieces of the previous night began to come back to him... Fraternal triplets.

He looked out the window and was appalled to find out that it was nighttime... At least a full day since he'd retired to this room.

Of course, when the first girl began to stir, he sincerely hoped that this was not the one he was most... involved with, as she had a pinched face. The redhead next to him popped up suddenly, and he then realized she was not only quite busty, which must have been what he had been attracted to, but she was also quite round. He hoped the blonde was at least attracti----

The girl rolled over and her pig nose and tiny lips were revealed.

Arva got up and began to tiptoe across the room in his breeches, only to be stopped in the doorway by a short, stocky gentleman who just happened to be nude.

"Okay, look, I realize you were drunk, but you don't want me to tell you what happened last night ALMOST as much as I don't even want to remember it. Give me my clothes." He paused, and tapped a bare foot. "NOW?"

Biting the inside of his cheek, Arva whispered harshly, "Oh please, this isn't the first time this has happened to me and YOU'RE upset?!"

The elf slid past the man in the doorway and walked outside without bothering to retrieve his shirt. He then bumped into another figure in the next room, and lo and behold, the same half-orc he'd slept with ages ago turned to him halfway into putting on a shirt... Arva's shirt, to be exact. The stark white fabric of fine make was unmistakable.

"Oh. Hey." She said, flashing him a wink and a smile.

"Gods dammit, you?!" Arva paused for a moment and recalled her name, "Rena, right?"

"Yes... And you're Arva." She giggled and Arva flushed slightly, pushing his way out the door without bothering to ask for his shirt back.

And thus, Arva began his shirtless walk of shame into the tavern, with damp air buffeting his bare chest the whole way there. When he arrived, he hunched through the doorway and stepped toward his room until he saw something he couldn't help but let catch his eye.

There was what was quite possibly the tallest person he'd ever seen. He'd decided immediately that it was a female, and a quite gorgeous one at that by both the size of her bust and the width of her hips. Not too big and not too small. Upon eyeing her bottom, he came to the conclusion that she had a tail as well.

He quickly elbowed his way through to her and grinned his most charming grin, winking at her. "Hello there. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

[AurianaValoria1]

Dagny, who was by now on her fifth tankard, glanced sideways at the newcomers to the bar. One of them was an elf paler than Argyros, and the other....

 

She could have sworn she saw a tail under that cloak. A white one. With stripes.

 

The gold dwarf shook her head rapidly back and forth and squinted.

 

By Truesilver's blood...am I that drunk?

 

She peered at her empty tankard, wondering if the ale was stronger than she had thought. Resolving to stop for the night, she pushed it away from herself, tipped the bartender, and turned to the cloaked woman and the shirtless elf. Giving a lopsided grin and trying to be friendly, she called out to them.

 

"Oy, what brings ye two here? Ye don't look like the natives. Then again, neither do I...but that's beside the point. Name's Dagny, by the way. Dagny Flameheart."

[Flipout6]

"You sure 'bout that?" Arland asked suspiciously.

 

"I'm not." Weyland added.

 

"I didn't see him do anything." Dunsam shrugged.

 

"That's the point. You don't SEE him do anything. You just find a mountain of stuff in his pockets later." Arland countered.

 

"Nah, nothing in there." Sybille agreed. "See for yourself."

 

"That's not the point! Someone took my mug." Arland snatched the mug back up and made sure nobody touched it.

 

"Who cares." Weyland yawned.

"Who cares? I CARE! This magically refills itsel- Schtlarn, shouldn't have said that."

"Really? Where can I get one?" Weyland asked.

 

"Next time we run into a dragon's hoard." Arland remarked casually, and stood up.

 

Faint shouting was heard from outside, and Sybille sighed. "Excuse me. I'll have to go talk with those two." She rubbed her hands over her face and left the house.

 

"Looks like your being here's causing trouble." Weyland told Arland, and then added teasingly, "As per the usual."

 

The Ordain sisters were a few feet from the front door, and a flustered and confused Annette was trying to calm a furious Marie, but didn't have any idea of what to say.

 

"He doesn't have any right to be walking around free just because- because he throws a few coins at the guards!" The elder sister seethed.

 

"Cool it, Marie." Sybille ordered firmly.

 

"How am I supposed to cool it?" She demanded. "You know how it happened."

"Yes, I do." Sybille responded coolly. "And I've forgiven Arland for acting brashly and getting Ethel killed. The whole Grey clan has. You need to forgive him for doing what he thought he had to do and murdering Ilen." There was no beating around the bush here. She was straight and to the point.

 

"The whole Grey clan. Right. How are we even supposed to know that the new one- Weyland - isn't just as bad as Arland was?"

 

"Stop asking stupid questions, Marie." Sybille frowned. "Just in case it isn't blatantly obvious that he's more like me- or, rather, I'm more like him - than he is even his own parents, does he look like he gives a damn that you're an Ordain or not? Come on, I can read him like an open book, you know how I am. Come back inside, enjoy a nice dinner, maybe make some friends." She shrugged. "The others that came in with 'em don't seem like such a bad lot, really. Hells, they seem like just our kind of people. They aren't a bad sort."

 

Marie took a few moments to consider this. After several seconds, she pointed a finger at Sybille. "You'd better keep him in line."

"I may not have to. He's terrified of his big brother and me. And when the Chosen walked in he almost fell backwards out of his seat." Sybille laughed. "Come on, Marie! Lighten up! This is a joyous occasion!"

 

Marie didn't smile, but her face softened a little. "Fine. But only because it's you asking, Sybille."

 

Sybille opened the door and gestured the two of them inside. Marie walked calmly back to the table and took her seat, apologizing again for her losing her temper. Sybille took Annette by the shoulder and said lowly in her ear, "I want you to make a friend or two tonight, Annie. If you come out of tonight with a new friend I'll buy you twice the alchemical supplies for a month." She smiled. Annette shot her a smile right back and sat beside her sister, glancing at everybody around the table. She felt a little intimidated, but an encouraging nod from Sybille made her feel more at home, and she started thinking to herself that Dri and Amendale seemed to be the kind of people she'd get along with.

 

Sybille, meanwhile casually began to speak with Rhaine. "Sorry about the interruption there. To answer your question, I'm- ironically enough- a bounty hunter by trade. I work with those two-" She gestured to the Ordain sisters. "-and we usually manage to bring them in peacefully. Do some miscellaneous merc work on the side, mind you. Basic things like scare a few kobolds off, the works. Every now and again- not too often- officials from your church'll send us to clear out a few zombies or skeletons, but nothing major. Mostly bounty work, we make a good living bringing in ne'er-do-wells into the guard, sometimes makin' 'em change their ways. That doesn't mean we can't fight, though. Marie's a better shot than you might think, Annette's got some natural magical talent and is a great alchemist, and I'm essentially the muscle, but I try to talk things through when I can."

 

"Sounds a bit like Amendale and I. A lot, actually. Merc work, bounty-hunting, me being the muscle while he was casting from behind." Weyland commented. "I'd say he's the voice of reason, though, not me." Amendale smirked.

 

Annette, feeling a little more comfortable knowing that she wasn't the only sorcerer at the table, looked sideways at Amendale, who returned her gaze curiously. "Fellow magic-user, are you?" He asked her, and she nodded a little shyly. "What kind of magic?"

 

"Transmutation." She responded quietly.

 

"Useful stuff." Weyland interjected, before letting Amendale continue.

 

"Been practicing it long?" Amendale asked.

 

"Only a few years. I don't know too much."

 

"Well, maybe I could teach you a few spells." He offered casually. "Might help you next time you're out on the job."

 

"Couldn't hurt." Annette shrugged, and Sybille shot her a small sideways grin.

 

"Just make sure you don't blow up the house." Annabelle butted in, before scanning the table. "Looks like we're going to need more dead birds to roast. Be right back." She vanished into the storage cupboard and came out with an armful of turkeys that she lumped into the oven to cook. Without even being asked, Amendale casually set them ablaze from the inside out and cooked them. Annabelle looked at him thankfully and put the four additional turkeys on the table.

 

Dunsam whistled. "Now we're talkin'! Dig in, everyone!" He himself cut half of a turkey for himself using his massive battleaxe like it was the most casual thing in the world and began eating.

 

"Well, now I see where you two get it." Amendale said to Weyland and Arland.

 

"Snoring's all Ma, though." Arland stated casually, before glimpsing the enchanted(!!!) spoon and sinking down a little in his seat.

 

Annabelle, instead of getting offended, laughed and said, "Yes, I'm rather obnoxious in my sleep. Your father can sleep right through it, though."

 

Dunsam shrugged and replied, "Comes with experience." Before he turned to Tak'We and tried striking up a conversation. "So, Thri'Kreen-"

 

"His name's Tak'We." Amendale corrected.

 

"-Yeah, sorry, Tak'We. Where're ya from? Haven't seen much of your kind before, but anyone who lugs around a double-bladed scythe and befriends my sons can't be that bad."

 

Annabelle, meanwhile, turned to Arland. "You've been well-behaved while you were away, haven't you?"

 

"No." Arland answered sheepishly. "I'm still wanted in Shadowdale...and Iriaebor... and Hillsfar....and Highmoon..."

 

Annabelle scowled. "You need to learn when to leave well enough alone. You've already landed yourself in enough trouble."

 

"Hey! The were all situations like ours was!" He protested.

 

"They can stay like that a little longer if it means I don't lose another child." Annabelle huffed.

Edited January 26, 2014 by Flipout6

[josh900]

Looking at the design that Nawen picked a smirk formed on Tannin's face. "I think that'll do. I'm also going to go ahead an have an enchantment placed on it, if done right it'll make it so the armor will have a camouflage effect to help you keep out of sight when you want to, if done wrong well.... I'll keep at it until it works." He said with a laugh. "Guess I just need to measure you now, with your permission of course, won't take but a moment and I'm far less invasive than many of tailors." He said as he pulled the measuring rope out from one of his pockets.

 

[AurianaValoria1]

Rhaine, after a few moments of listening to the group chat and eating a bit of turkey and vegetables, finally smiled warmly at Sybille, "Ah...then you're familiar with my church's line of work. However, I must say that the quest we are on is much more dangerous than stopping upstart necromancers or putting zombies to rest. We fight the nefarious Cult of the Dragon and one of its dracoliches, known to us as Valthanarax. He has a desire to challenge Tchazzar for the destructive power of Tiamat's avatar...something that we must stop if we wish to hamper the Cult's efforts to rule the world. Weyland and Arland can tell you more about it. Suffice it to say, we need all the help we can get."

 

The Doomguide glanced to Marie and Annette, "What say you two, ladies? Care to join us?"

[Deleted6317247User]

Nawen feared to even think what a failed enchantment could do, but she trusted that Tannin would make it work.

 

"Hmm... alright. Let us go to my room then, the common room is far too crowded for measurements." She said and walked upstairs.

 

Her room was near the very end of the hallway, just like she preferred. As she let Tannin inside and entered the room herself, Rhegar lifted his head lazily and stared at them before curling into a ball and trying to sleep again.

 

"Before you start measuring, I have to know why are you doing this?" She did not mean to insult Tannin by questioning him but she was too curious not to ask. "Dragon scales aren't cheap. You could get a lot of coin by selling them, why make an armor for me?"

[tokyobiohazard]

Aera turned toward a male voice and her gaze was met with a shirtless male elf. A handsome, shirtless male elf with the fairest skin she'd ever seen. His eyes were peach-pink in color and his shoulder length hair that hung neatly over his eyes was white as snow. The girl blushed and was grateful it wouldn't show beneath her fur.

"It's a long story," she mumbled, twirling a lock of hair around her fingertip.

Arva nearly fainted as he spied the furry face and round, sharp canines inside her mouth. He was, of course, now entertaining himself with thoughts most unclean, most involving biting. He winked at her and grinned, flashing his white teeth, which nearly matched his skintone.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence for Aera, a dwarf woman introduced herself from across the bar, much to the weretiger's relief. The woman was short and nearly as wide as she was tall. A dwarf, without a doubt. Her face wasn't gorgeous, and was marred by a scar running across her puglike nose, but her tan skin, hazel eyes, and light brown hair were beautiful for such a rough woman.

"Well met, Dagny Flameheart. I am Aera. No surname." Aera said, drawing back her hood. Luckily, most of the town had already seen her performing, so no gasps or murmurs were heard... This time, at least.

Arva smiled his most charming smile at Dagny, regardless of a notion in his mind that said such things did not work on the dwarf woman, and said, "Arva Ivaebhin. Pleased to meet you both. What are you two lovely ladies doing here this fine evening?"

As Aera's almost bloody steak had been placed in front of her rather unceremoniously, she met eyes with Arva and took a large bite, juices dripping off her chin. She hoped to fend him off, but the motion did nothing to deter him.

"I could lick it off if you want." A breathy whisper in her ear.

"Very charming, Arva Ivaebhin," Aera said as she wiped her chin.