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Post by Dairmida on Jun 6, 2013 10:50:07 GMT -8
Dairmida's eyes follow Fabian. She is disappointed to not be on his team. She longs for the chance to lurk up to him in the night on the forest floor and slit his throat. For the chance of bringing one of her parents killers to savage justice. Yet, Lucio had warned her about relying on her leader, and she'd be damned if she would ever rely on Fabian Rosetta. She shifts her gazes to the dwarf as Arctorious speaks and takes him in. He is winded, but not embarrassed to be. No dwarfish pride or temper in his eyes. They are fixed on the distant sweep of green and blue- a slight smile turns his lips. They are kindred.
"Yes. He belongs with us."
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 6, 2013 11:04:46 GMT -8
Arctorious nods in response to Dairmida. "I do believe you are the fairer sight for this interaction. If you see to the dwarf, I shall go about finding a ship for our travels?"
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Post by Dairmida on Jun 6, 2013 11:32:08 GMT -8
Dairmida nods. She and Devorar make their way across the rickety pier to the daydreaming dwarf. She stands beside him for a moment, but he is oblivious. Impatiently, Devorar barks. The dwarf looks over in mild surprise and lifts his bushy brown eyebrows quizzically.
She concentrates on being as charming as she can, which is not very, "You're going to be my team. I mean- Will you be on my team? Our team?" She gestures toward Arctorious across the pier.
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Post by Mrin Vallahir on Jun 6, 2013 11:51:47 GMT -8
"I am 125 pounds when I'm all soaking wet, but I have a powerful thrust. I was supposed to say that to get on a team."
The tall, muscular woman looks at him strangely. She appears to have a physique that would accommodate climbing. If he had to guess, he would say she was a moderately skilled climber.
"You look like about 175 pounds, because of your thick legs and full breasts. How powerful is your thrust?"
The woman grasps his chain mail and twists until it pinches his neck and entwines some of his beard hairs. Leaning in she says through clenched teeth, "My thrust is plenty powerful!"
Mrin smiles sunnily, "That's great! I think this will really work out well. I'm looking forward to seeing your thrust!"
The woman sets him down, confused, "OK. Well, I'm Dairmida, and this is Devorar."
"I should tell you I've already promised my friend Arctorious that I would be on a team with him and a crazy warewolf girl. "
Dairmida comes to a stunning realization, and whipping her head to look at Arctorious finds him doubled over, holding his stomach with silent laughter.
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 6, 2013 12:07:01 GMT -8
"OH, But THIS is going to be a LIVELY adventure!!" Arctorious howls to the open sky. Passers by on the pier regard him with a wide berth and open glares at the gaffawing mad man. Wiping the tears from his eyes and catching the terrible snarl on Dairmidas lips aimed directly at him, Arctorious bows grandly as he states; "All in good fun my dear!! In actuality, Mrin and I go back a ways!" Arctorious stands fully, a broad grin on his face, thumbs under his broad black leather belt as he takes in the scene and continues; "Why, I do believe, that he and I were birthed by the same bar matron, isn't that right, Mrin? Popped right out and ordered us up a round, she did, and to this day we still visit our "mother's" tavern and have a good old family reunion every time Fabion farts out another order!!!" As Arctorious turns to walk towards the ships, he calls back over his shoulder in a bit gruffer tone; "Which does seem to be every other blasted minute these days, now doesn't it...?!?"
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Post by imp on Jun 6, 2013 12:13:57 GMT -8
Evan waves to Dairmida and Arctorious "Say you two, and the fine wolf Devorar! Come join me in the second barge?" Evan is well known in the guild for his mild temper, bright outlook and heavy flail. "And you, dwarf, come join us."
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 6, 2013 12:34:05 GMT -8
Arctorious, turns to regard Evan with a quick glance to size up the man. With a grin, turns back to Mrin and Dairmida, shrugs, turns back to Evan and replies as he walks towards Evans ship with a bit of swagger in his step; "Only if the wenches be filthy, the mead warm and bubbling, the gold plentiful and the rewards ENDLE..." Arctorious halts abruptly, throwing his hands up in the air as he shouts to no one in particular; "BAH!! What am I SAYING!!! This is Guild business!! The rewards shall be MIGHTY!! With parades a plenty and fair maidens...Or dwarven men FOR ALL...!!" This last bit, he turns to shoot a wry smirk and gleaming eye at Dairmida over her recent embarrassment with Mrin! "Once we return with the very life's blood for the colossus, shall we not be hailed as GODS..?!?!" Arctorious, now turning his gleaming eyes and large, wolfy grin, with his hands on his hips in a most triumphant stance, leers down at Evan on his ships deck, who is all but tongue tied at this verbal barrage, pauses for effect.
Silence from Evan.
Arctorious raises an eyebrow and leans in closer to Evan with his head cocked to one side, still barring that unnerving grin of his as he says to Evan; "Hey?"
More silence and now a furrowed brow from Evan.
Arctorious stands straight, and, adjusting his black leather gloves, says with a "devil-may-care" attitude, again, to nobody in particular; "Yes. I thought not."
Turning to the pier once again to view Dairmidas and Mrins progress to the boat he is now standing on, Arctorious shouts; "COME THEN!! Let's be off to make ourselves famous in the annals of the great and all mighty unknowns!!! HUZZAH!!!!"
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Post by Lucian Bok on Jun 6, 2013 13:47:37 GMT -8
Lucian raises a horned eyebrow. He leans toward his companions and says "How long before the wyld elves attack us to keep the loud one quiet? I wouldn't be surprised if the trees themselves came to kill him. Although it could be worse, he could be traveling in our barge." With a tip of his hat, Lucian steps into the barge, finds a seat, and begins to read a book. Not helping anyone to load anything into the barge.
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Post by Urindel on Jun 6, 2013 15:57:16 GMT -8
Urindel passes through the doorway and seeing others climb onto barges, he climbs into the closest one to him.
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Post by Kiara Elmscrye on Jun 6, 2013 16:20:28 GMT -8
Well, Lyeas, which group do you think we should go with? Though I'm not sure it matters... She purses her lips, thoughtfully, and looks over the group of adventurers. They seem like an interesting lot.
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Post by Lyeas Elmscrye on Jun 6, 2013 18:43:47 GMT -8
Lyeas surveys the crowded pier and those that have gathered for today's trip down to the Wylds below. "Well, I 'ave this policy on not getting inta' tight spaces wit' wild animals. Especially when them tight spaces are floatin' a few miles in th' air..." Lyeas raises a hand to point toward the barge Fabian Rosetta is currently loading, "An' tha' one seems 'appy wit' 'is bunch as it is." With a flourish, Lyeas waves his hand in the direction of Bjorn Vadhdasi, "I say we take option number three!"
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Post by Dairmida on Jun 6, 2013 18:56:25 GMT -8
Dairmida shakes her head but follows Arctorious into the barge. She settles in next to Devorar, who claims a seat for himself, and watches the green canopy in anticipation.
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 6, 2013 19:04:04 GMT -8
Arctorious joins Dairmida and Devorar with Mrin at his side and pulls out his waterskin; "Luck to us all comrades." And takes a tug then hands the skin to Dairmida and encourages both her and Mrin to polish off the sweet nectar within. "Mead from honey. Best stuff I've tasted west of the last patch of mountains we passed a few moons back. Drink up, my friends!"
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Post by Kiara Elmscrye on Jun 6, 2013 19:20:34 GMT -8
Kiara nods to Lyeas. Yes, that does seem like the best choice. She climbs aboard the barge, nodding to Bjorn Vadhdasi as she does so.
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Post by Dairmida on Jun 6, 2013 20:22:26 GMT -8
Dairmida takes a small sip and pours a stream into Devorar's lapping mouth, then passes the skin to Mrin.
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