A Unexpected Journey (Right after walls burned)

[Sir Nichtmar]

(by the way for time period sake, this RP is before the walls were burned down)

Mittelmarch has become Nichtmar’s home, but he can sometimes be overprotective. He doesn't understand the necessity for pleasantries.

Since he’s arrived in Mittelmarch a rage constantly swells in his heart, his only peace is when buries himself in his studies, many people don’t even realize that even though he is seen as a mindless ogre, his thoughts are often constant of the past and the things he has read. He seeks answers but doesn’t know where to find them.

Nichtmar turns to Lady Elestirne, “M’lady no respect is meant, but I’ll leave the “courtesy” to you and your party, you may not like my ways, but you’ll be glad I have your back if the time ever comes. Now save your judgments and enjoy your wine.”

Nichtmar turns to the bar, “BAETHOR! My lil’ friend how does it go?”

Nichtmar sits on the bar stool next to Baethor, creating a humorous contrast. As the large Ogre towers over the Dwarf.

[Lady Elestirne]

(yeah,thanks for mentioning that Nichtmar. Must have slipped my mind. And welcome to the story Baethor. Good to see you here.)

"To each their own,"was Elestirne's calm response. "Customs vary widely-not only from race to race as all know-but from individual to indivdual within races and kindreds,even families. Even best friends or lifemates,though they may share some things in common, may be complete opposites when it comes to other things and overall personality. Without diversity all things would be the same and that would be a sad thing for the world." She looked at Nichtmar steadily. "Among my people however, courtesy is generally considered to be one of the higher virtues one can possess,since we live for so long and we consider it ill done to cause or give offense when it can be remembered for a hundred years or more." She fell silent now,and took a sip of wine. She was curious about the dwarf,but remained silent;waiting to be introduced.

[Sir Nichtmar]

Nichtmar swivels around facing Lady Elestirne. "I'm gonna sup it up for ya, I'm an Ogre. It could be worse, I could eat ya all for breakfast."

[Baethor]

"fehheheh. it goes well ogre." taking a fairly long swig from his mead as the elestirne speaks, Baethor lets out a sigh of contentment and wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

"eh, the ogre dont mind the ogre miss. e's been like this since i've known him, i assure ye, e's harmless." nichtmar grunts and punches Baethor in the shoulder, almost knocking him from his seat, Baethor chuckles and re-positions himself. "The names Baethor m'lady. resident smithy o mittelmarch, and you are?"

[Zaron]

Zaron continues watching everyone, gauging the reaction of the new comers to everything said and done, but at Nichtmar's last comment he chuckles saying. You'd eat even a dwarf, by the gods you'd have a stomach ache to remember after that one. Winking at Beathor to let him in on his jest he continues, even if they aren't made of rocks at some legends suggest, the smell alone...

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

"He doesn't seem harmless," Storm said as he brushed himself off, " I am Storm Brightblade, new comer to this land. It is a pleasure to meet you Baethor."

[Lady Elestirne]

"Appearences are oft misleading,"Elestirne anwered serenely. She turned to the dwarf. "Greetings and well met Baethor. I am afraid I have not had the pleasure or opportunity of meeting many of the bearded folk. I am the Lady Elestirne,Elven-queen of Taraer,a land far from here."

[Baethor]

"Ach, does ney surprise me m'lady. We dwarves have grown scarce in recent years...it almost seems as if the Gods themselves have turned against us...pfeh! but ye did ney come te Mittelmarch te hear an old Dwarf grumble! Gorog!" the dwarf raises his stein and takes another swig.

as the young knight greets him, the dwarf looks back to nichtmar. "whos the kid?" the ogre shrugs as he drinks from his mug. "Eh, welcome boyo. dinne worry about the ogre, s'long as ye dont make him angry, yer head should stay firmly on yer shoulders, hehehe.

Baethor glances over at Zaron. "i would ney talk about smell my freind. we have te deal with the lingering scent of "Visigoth" that lurks about ye! hah!" Baethor drains the rest of his stein and taps it on the bar, signaling Isen for another, as he takes a small rag out of his pocket and begins whiping off the black soot soiling his face.

[Isen Ehtar]

Isen brings Baethor two more tankards worth of ale and places them on the bar. He takes the rag he had thrown at Baethor when he entered and looked at it disgustingly as it was covered in soot.

"What've you done now brother?"

[Baethor]

the dwarf gets a twinkle in his eye as he swigs from the new mug, chuckling deep in his chest.

"Ah me brother, i've nearly completed it...my "Khazukan Zhar Barag". remind me te give you a demonstration later."

the dwarf chuckles again as he takes another drink.

[Lady Elestirne]

Elestirne sipped her wine in silence. She watched the others and appeared to be following the conversations,but there was a distant look in her grey eyes that implied her thoughts were elsewhere;perhaps caught in memories.

[strays]

OOC: my this is an awfully long night

IC: Strays, after having a horrible dream of him reliving the horror of the past day, sat straight up in his bed. After a while of looking around the darkened room with only moonlight to see by he remembered where he was at and calmed down. A few minutes later he is up and dressed, for he has decided to see what the others were doing or where they were. As he got to the stairs he heard familiar voices along with an unfamiliar one. As silently as possible the child slowly descended down the stairs to a point where he would be able to see what was happening and whose voice had joined others. For a while the child stood in a crouched position, and then he moved down a step and sat down eager to know who the short man with the long beard was.

[Lady Elestirne]

ooc:nights ussually are

Elestirne's keen grey eyes,missing nothing,pierced through the shadows and picked out the small form crouched there. A slight smile touched the regal elven-queen's face. Gracefully,she beckoned with a slender hand. "Come little one,"she called;her clear,melodic voice carrying easily through the other conversations. "Join us. Have we woken you?" Again she beckoned to the child;motioning for him to come stand by her side,then turned to the others. "I fear we have disturbed the young one's rest friends-or the good master dwarf's entrance has." She looked kindly at the child. "And he has been through much. Perhaps we should consider it a night. Time enough to talk more tomorrow morn,when the Daystar hath risen and night's shadow is flown. The young one needs rest,as do we all perhaps."

[Baethor]

The drink and a hard days smithing has finally gotten to the dwarfs head and body, as he stretches and yawns deeply. "Ah fear ye may be right m'lady. i've worked later then i thought. pfeh...ah need a bath before sleep yet."

drinking down the last of his third mug of the evening, the dwarf shifts off of his stool and places both of his hands behind his back, grabbing onto his wrists and pushing into his back, several loud pops are heard as the dwarf lets out a sigh. "Ahh...nothing like working out the kriks of the day. I assume the horse is yers ma'am? If'n the horse needs shoes, or if ye need any other work done, ye'll probably find me here fer breakfast in the morn m'lady. till then."
The dwarf stretches again as he leaves the tavern, heading back to his hut.

[strays]

Strays comes down a few steps the first time he is called, and the second he comes fully down the stairs and crosses the room nervously. he says "no you have not woken me for it was a horrible recounting of todays events." After this he studies the "dwarf" a little bit and then he turns and quickly hurries up the stairs to return to his room saying "good night." as he left.

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

Storm chuckles as he sees the boy go up the stairs. "Well, i guess we better follow the boys lead and head to bed ourselves. Good night everyone." Storm then bowed to everyone and retired up the stairs.

[Zaron]

Zaron bids the newcomers a good night starting to head to his small war room/study as he knows as always he will only sleep what is necessary.

[strays]

OOC: I am assuming everyone has gone to their rooms to sleep and the rest of the night has passed.

IC: Strays gets up and looks around to get his bearings, then he gets up and dresses and heads downstairs. He looks out the lower window and it is still a bit dark, but the sun was rising. He then looks around the tavern for any of the people he had met the other day.

[Taos]

::The sound of motion in the nearby stable echoes through the chill morning air. Soon after, the tavern door edges open and a tall elf in leather armor and trailworn gear steps in. When his eyes fall on Strays, his hand snakes across to his upper arm and hovers there as he eyes the child with suspicion::

"Forgive suspicion, young one, but these are strange times...pray tell, what brings you to our little corner of our world, hmm?"

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

Storm wakes up and streches his body and welcomes the morning. He looks over at Strays' bed and finds him not there. He slips on some plain gray breeches and a ordinary green tunic and walks downstairs to find Strays and a elf standing in the doorway. Storm then looked over at Strays. "Good morning Strays. Sleep well?" Then he looked over at the elf in the doorway "Good morning Sir."

[strays]

Turning to the new person that had just walked through the door, Strays says, "The loss of people dear to me and the finding of friends." Then he finds Storm coming down the stairs and says, "Yes i feel a little better today." He then looked around for something to eat.

OOC:

[Lady Elestirne]

Elestirne nodded graciously and rose gracefully. "To our rest we go then friends. 'Twas a pleasure Baethor,Isen to have met you, and to answer you Baethor aye the silver stallion is mine and he has no need of shoes as he goes unshod. But thank you,good dwarf,for thine offer. And thank you, good Isen,for the dark-elven wine. Good night to you all and may Varda bless you and the star shine upon your paths." She inclined her head respectivly to all of them,collected her cloak,and left the room. After seeing to Olore for the night and making sure that the silver stallion was comfortably quartered and well fed, the elven-queen made her way to the room that had been given her for the night. For a time,she remained awake;thinking of all that had happened this night and the group she had fallen in with,then eventually fell asleep.

Despite the late night of the evening before,she woke ere dawn the next morning. Rising,she collected her belonging and made sure that not a trace remained to show that any had inhabited the room. Lightly,she stepped down the stairs and slipped outside into the dim pre-dawn greyness to the stables to see to Olore. The silver stallion greeted her with a low nicker and soft nuzzle,then rested his head on her shoulder as she curried his already shining coat. You are awake early Lady.

"No earlier than ussual my friend,"she replied. "I have been thinking about this group Olore. They seem to be good people but I will not trust them completly as of yet and the ogre I am wary of. We shall see what happens friend. Why and how we came to be here I know not but I have faith that the reason shall reveal itself in time. We only need to wait for it to be revealed." Olore nodded. True that,milady.

Elestirne patted the stallion's shining neck. "I shall see you later my friend." She stroked his muzzle affectionetly,and went back into the inn. Finding a spot,the slender elven-queen sat and let her thoughts drift whither they would. Lost in her thoughts,she stayed thus for some time,unmoving and half-hidden in shadows. When her keen ears heard Strays and Storm come into the room however,and her bright eyes picked out the forms of those twain as well as a tall elf in travel gear just now entering the tavern,she roused herself from her thoughts and stirred slightly;her bright grey eyes at once alert and wary. After watching the exchange of words between the three she spoke from her place in the shadows.

" Mara aure-good morning-youngling,and thou good Storm. You rise early. How slept the two of you?" Her melodic voice was soft,but clear,as always. Her bright grey eyes easily pierced the dimness of the early morning and she turned her bright gaze upon the elf;adressing him in the elven-tongue. " Aaye ar' mae govannen mellon ar' suilad. Suspicion and wariness are qualities to be commended in travellers and warriors when it is needed,and to be expected initially in the meeting of strangers. But you have naught to fear or suspect from the young one,nor the young knight. Perhaps introductions are first in order good traveller,then stories,so we at least are strangers no longer to one another."

[Taos]

::Taos rests against the doorframe and muses momentarily, before stepping in and letting the door shut behind him, leaning back next to it and resting his hand on a swordhilt::

"Saesa omentien lle, I'm sure." ::He grinned slyly and chuckled:: And I can surely see that the child and young warrior are of no threat, good lady."

"However, one question that intrigues me...who travels with the silver in the stables? A rare gift to travel with a such a steed."

[Zaron]

Zaron rises before the sun has even thought of rising as always he patrols the walls himself, checking first inside and then a short patrol outside the gates to make sure the orcs seen in the forest the previous nights have not moved closer. Satisfied, he stables his horse and goes to the inn to see how the new comers are doing. Hearing the last part of Taos and the Lady Elesirne's conversation as he prepares to enter the Inn, he enters chuckling.

"No slight intended from Taos you can be sure, but as one of our chief defenders, it is his job to be suspicious of everyone."

[strays]

Strays now noticing Elestirne for the first time since he came from his room says, "I slept well, but now i would like to go out and practice a little with my sword." Strays then goes back up the stairs and returns shortly with his sword in its sheath. He then walks out the tavern door and a little ways out the gate. He then starts to practice his technique.