and The Fat, Chalton-Faced Fucker, Chapter III:
[The next day]
The Storm's Eye Tavern [E, S, U]
This dimly-lit, smoke-filled hall has been constructed from enormous
blocks of plain grey stone. Stone arches have been set in place to support
the weight of the roof, and doubtless that of the level above as well. A
riot of colorful sandcloth drapes, most of them somewhat dusty, hang in a
vaguely decorative manner from the arches. Macabre trophies line the walls,
a variety of hides, shells, and skulls that testify to the prowess of the
hunters who frequent this tavern. A bar of old, scarred baobab wood is set
along the northwestern part of the tavern.
The tavern is filled with dusty travelers, weary-looking hunters, off-
duty militia guards, and various hooded figures who move through the crowd.
The murmur of constant conversation is punctuated with occasional laughter
and vehement curses and threats. The smell of roasting meat drifts from a
cooking pit in the southwest part of the room, and is interspersed with the
aromas of wine and spiced ale.
A bulletin board stands off to one side of the room here.
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf is sitting on a light brown booth in the southeastern corner.
The curvaceous, fiery-haired woman stands here, tending the bar.
The rugged, sunburnt elven woman is here, lounging on a couch.
The lanky, blister-faced elf moves quietly through the crowd here.
The rugged, blue-tattooed man looks around quietly from a side table here.
The wiry, slash-tattooed man sits at a side table here, drinking some ale.
To the east: the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil has arrived from the north.
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf sips from his reddish clay mug.
To the east: the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil walks west.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil has arrived from the east.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf leans back, causing his seat to creak, and lifts your reddish clay mug to his lips.
Slurping loudly, you sip from your reddish clay mug.
This crap tastes like strongly spiced ale.
You are a little hungry.
It's about half full of a red liquid.
(Sidelong, you look up at the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil.)
Fair in both skin and hair, this boy has clearly lived a soft life.
Sun-bleached golden hair falls straight to his shoulders, swaying in the
wind like a field of fine pech grass. His slender face is adorned with
sharp, mousy features, bearing a button nose and a thin jaw. In contrast to
this, he has a pair of pouty, rose-colored lips hiding a row of straight,
white teeth. A pair of clear, blue eyes sit crowned in long, curling
eyelashes beneath his manicured eyebrows. Tanlines are visible beneath the
edges of his clothing, revealing creamy, white skin - untouched by the rays
of Suk-Krath. Evident by his motion, his pert, young body appears more
supple than delicate. This holds true with his hands, the one part of his
body which bears signs of work: small calluses and tan.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil is in excellent condition.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil is using:
<on head> a bloodied veiled, ebon raptor-hide helm
<on face> a long, embroidered white veil
<in left ear> a simple turquoise earring
<around neck> a set of smooth obsidian neckplates
<about throat> a small, padded leather coin pouch
<slung across back> a long, obsidian-tipped staff
<across back> a bone-studded backpack
<on torso> a sleek ebon raptor-hide vest
<on arms> a set of ebon raptor-hide armguards
<around right wrist> a quilted, ebon raptor-hide wrap
<around left wrist> a quilted, ebon raptor-hide wrap
<on right index finger> a smooth turquoise ring
<on left index finger> a bluish-black stone ring
<on left middle finger> a glimmering sapphire and ivory finger claw
<as belt> an ebon, skull-adorned armored belt
<hung from belt> a bloodied slender bone skinning knife
<around body> a dark-blue, sandcloth desert robe
<on legs> a pair of ebon, raptor-hide leggings
<around right ankle> a quilted, ebon raptor-hide wrap
<around left ankle> a quilted, ebon raptor-hide wrap
<on feet> a pair of supple, ebon snakeskin boots
He is carrying:
nothing obvious
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil steps into the tavern, carrying a large rolled carpet across his shoulders.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf sniffs sharply, turning to eye the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil.
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, to the rat-like well-muscled dwarf, tone raspy and deep:
"Introduce him and me, yar?"
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf stands up from a light brown booth in the southeastern corner.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil steps toward you, lowering his head slightly.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf lets loose a few rumbling chuckles through his cracked, black teeth.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf looks the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil up and down, lifting your reddish clay mug to his lips.
Slurping loudly, you sip from your reddish clay mug.
This crap tastes like strongly spiced ale.
You are a little hungry.
It's less than half full of a red liquid.
Motioning back and forth between the two, the rat-like well-muscled dwarf says to the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil, in mirukkim:
"This is the Great Amon'Ma. Amon'Ma I would like to introduce Alamar"
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf nods to the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil and motions to the seat across from him, next to the rat-like well-muscled dwarf.
Raising his head, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says to you, in southern-accented mirukkim:
"Greetings, great Amon'Ma. I am Alamar, and I come bearing a gift from my Lady."
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf sits on a light brown booth in the southeastern corner.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf barks a laugh, bobbing his head.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil sits on a light brown booth in the southeastern corner.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil places his luxuriant, sprawling kiyet-fur rug on the table, before you.
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, with a rumbling chuckle:
"Well, well. So I see. And who's this Lady of yours, eh?"
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil gives you his luxuriant, sprawling kiyet-fur rug.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf unrolls your luxuriant, sprawling kiyet-fur rug just a bit, running his fingers over its surface.
Brought forth by an expert tanner, the spots of this delicately furred,
luxurious rug are in stark relief to the lighter tan fur that forms the base
of the color. The greyish rosettes differ in size from a thumbprint to a
half-giant's fist, with no order as to smaller or larger. The beast's face,
a fearsome feline, has been captured in a permanent, defiant roar, the eyes
made of brilliant green glass glaring forever at a sightless world. The
teeth have all been dulled carefully to leave no lasting harsh surface, yet
delicately burnt to retain the visual semblance of a razor tip.
There are a few spaces at it.
At your seat, the rat-like well-muscled dwarf says in sirihish, looking over the rug carefully:
"Don't you have one of those?"
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, with a rumbling chuckle:
"Yar. Still nice, though, ain' it?"
At your seat, the rat-like well-muscled dwarf says in sirihish:
"Ya... I'd sleep with a whore on it fer sure."
At your seat, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says in southern-accented mirukkim:
"My Lady is a highborn of the black city. Aside from that, she must temporarily keep her identity nonspecific, for her reputation's sake."
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf sips from his reddish clay mug.
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, flicking some of the teeth attached to the fearsome face on your luxuriant, sprawling kiyet-fur rug:
"Alrigh'. Fair enough. Reckon that means you wanna talk in secret, don't it?"
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf slids your luxuriant, sprawling kiyet-fur rug down, resting one end against the floor, the other against the side of the booth.
At your seat, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says in southern-accented mirukkim:
"My Lady has instructed me to simply bestow this gift and make introductions. She is quite impressed with your displays of strength, as of late. She admires strength."
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf barks a /very/ loud laugh and eyes your luxuriant, sprawling kiyet-fur rug, bobbing his head a bit.
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, leaning back, your dusty sapphire-beaded obsidian hoop swaying in his sagging ear:
"Well, reckon introductions have been made, that case. Glad to hear we got a fan."
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf's words end in some low, rumbling chuckles.
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf laughs once and takes a sip from his reddish clay mug.
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf sips from his reddish clay mug.
Lifting it and slurping very loudly, you sip from your reddish clay mug.
This crap tastes like strongly spiced ale.
You are a little hungry.
It is empty.
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf wipes his mouth messily with a hand, then rubs his large bulbous nose, watching the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil.
At your seat, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says in southern-accented mirukkim:
"I am sure my Lady would like to know if your strength of arms could be harnessed, in exchange for payment."
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil sits still, gazing across the booth at you with clear, blue eyes.
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, with a nod, lips curling into a crooked, black-toothed grin:
"Well, the Crimson Wind are sellswords, ain' they? Every job has its price."
At your seat, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says in southern-accented mirukkim:
"Excellent. This will please my Lady, greatly."
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf sniffs sharply and simply stares at the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil, lips still curled into a toothy grin.
You think:
"... Whatever? Who cares."
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil dusts himself off.
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, gruffly, motioning with your reddish clay mug:
"S'nice... claw."
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil smiles.
You are a little hungry.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil stops using his glimmering sapphire and ivory finger claw.
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, with a low whistle:
"S'nice earring too."
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf lets loose some chuckles, looking to the rat-like well-muscled dwarf.
Sliding it towards you with a smile, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil gives you his glimmering sapphire and ivory finger claw.
Whistling again and holding it up to the light, you look at your glimmering sapphire and ivory finger claw.
Fine white ivory has been carved into a gracefully pointed nail
extension, about one inch in length. A pair of swirling feathers has been
carved into the surface of the ivory, as if they were blowing in the wind.
The feathers have been inset by tiny bits of sapphire, the differing shades
of the stone used to highlight and distinguish the feathers from the ivory
base. Stylized swirling gusts of wind have also been inlaid in sapphire,
seeming to blow the feathers in a glittering blue breeze.
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf nods slowly to you then the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil stops using his simple turquoise earring.
At your seat, the rat-like well-muscled dwarf says in sirihish, With a chuckle as he leans back:
"Ya... both of 'em are real nice."
Tossing it over, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil gives you his simple turquoise earring.
This small earring is made from low-quality turquoise, its blue surface
marked with brownish veins. It is a simple loop, a hook sufficing to fasten
it to the ear.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil smiles happily across the booth.
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, snatching your simple turquoise earring, wrapping a fist around it, and wagging a finger at the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil:
"You and me? We're gonna get along /just/ fine."
At your seat, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says in southern-accented mirukkim:
"I do hope the jewelry pleases you, Amon'Ma."
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf lets out a very, /very/ loud 'HAR!,' which draws some wayward looks.
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf chuckles, relaxing back into his seat.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf twists your simple turquoise earring a bit, tugging at his naked, sagging earlobe.
At your seat, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says in southern-accented mirukkim, beaming a bright smile:
"I think this is the start of something great."
You fasten your simple turquoise earring on your right ear.
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, to the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil, with a nod and a chuckle:
"Likewise."
At your seat, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says in southern-accented mirukkim:
"And I also hope my dwarf-tongue was up to par."
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, to the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil with a rumbling chuckle, eyeing your glimmering sapphire and ivory finger claw:
"Better'an any non-stump I ever heard, tell you that. Your Lady's got her a talented fuck, don't she?"
You slip your glimmering sapphire and ivory finger claw onto the index finger of your right hand.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil smiles.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf chuckles, clacking your glimmering sapphire and ivory finger claw against your dusty roughly-carved styrax ring.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil opens his small, padded leather coin pouch.
At your seat, the rat-like well-muscled dwarf says in sirihish, with a grunt:
"The accent is a bit on the wrong side of the wall. But, ya. Pretty good."
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf grabs your reddish clay mug back up.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf chuckles as he tilts your reddish clay mug back, draining it.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says to the curvaceous, fiery-haired woman, in southern-accented mirukkim:
"Love! Some spice ale for my new friends."
You stop using your reddish clay mug.
Passing it off to a server, you discard your reddish clay mug.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil gets his pile of allanaki coins from his small, padded leather coin pouch.
The curvaceous, fiery-haired woman trades a reddish clay mug to the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil.
The curvaceous, fiery-haired woman trades a reddish clay mug to the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil gives you his reddish clay mug.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil gives his reddish clay mug to the rat-like well-muscled dwarf.
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, looking to the rat-like well-muscled dwarf:
"This one knows how to parlay, don' he?"
Drawing it near, you hold your reddish clay mug.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil puts his pile of allanaki coins into his small, padded leather coin pouch.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil closes his small, padded leather coin pouch.
At your seat, the rat-like well-muscled dwarf says in sirihish:
"Better'n most thats fer certain."
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf stops using his reddish clay mug.
Slurping it down loudly, you sip from your reddish clay mug.
This crap tastes like strongly spiced ale.
You are a little hungry.
It's about half full of a red liquid.
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf holds his reddish clay mug.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf quietly considers the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil.
(The herculean, one-eyed dwarf's head vaguely and slowly bobs.)
At your seat, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says in southern-accented mirukkim, still smiling:
"Have you any message for my Lady? If not, I still believe she will be thrilled with this meeting."
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf sips from his reddish clay mug.
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, with a grunt:
"Just tell her that life is good for the friends of Amon'Ma, yar?"
At your seat, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says in southern-accented mirukkim, smiling widely:
"Yes. That is perfect."
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, with a rumbling chuckle:
"Yar, and so it is. Fucking pleasure."
At your seat, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says in southern-accented mirukkim:
"I believe I will be on my way, friends. I have to ride far west to get back to the city... There is a Mek roaming the sands to the north."
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, with a nod:
"I'll make sure the Reavers part way for you. Amon'Ma is pleased with the meeting."
At your seat, you say in mirukkim, with a cracked, black toothed grin:
"The Crimson Wind Blows."
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil dusts himself off before pushing himself to his feet.
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf holds up his reddish clay mug and grins toothily to the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil.
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf shouts, in sirihish:
"The Crimson Wind Blows!"
Bearing his teeth in a smile, the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil says to you, in southern-accented mirukkim:
"The Crimson Wind Blows."
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil stands up from a light brown booth in the southeastern corner.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf lets loose a few laughs, earrings swinging about wildly.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil nods at you.
The tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil walks east.
To the east: the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil has arrived from the west.
To the east: the tall and thin male wearing a long, embroidered white veil walks north.
The rat-like well-muscled dwarf stares at the door, then slowly turns to you and chuckles.
The herculean, one-eyed dwarf's grin turns to a scowl. He clears his throat and spits on the floor.
At your seat, the rat-like well-muscled dwarf says in mirukkim:
"Ya... exactly"
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