[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXLIII

[Earl of Purple]

"Our parents. Red and Bro- er, orcs and elves don't commonly get along." Kally flinched as he cut off, and did so in a manner that suggests Maggie kicked him under the table.

And I just realised I used the wrong spelling of hoards in my last post.

[Reinholdt]

Nadas raises an eyebrow.
"And you left behind an entire hoard? I suppose rendezvous in secret was not a possibility?"

[Earl of Purple]

"We were meeting in secret. That's why we couldn't take our hoards- neither of us were at our lairs when our parents appeared and started attacking. It was flee or die. Gotta give it to 'em, they might not want us together, but they're willing to work together to drive us apart." Maggie sounds rather bitter about it; her parents weren't very good, and it's galling to see them pay the most attention to her when they're trying to kill her. Kally reaches out to hold her hand.

[Reinholdt]

"Well I'm sorry about your plight." Not much to be done about it though it seems.

"Have you found a place to habitat?"

[Earl of Purple]

"Not as such, but we are looking for a nice big cave. I mean, house." Kally really isn't very good at pretending to be an actual elf. Maggie isn't either, actually, though Kally was closer to revealing what they really are, if Nadas caught that slip.

[Reinholdt]

"... Are you sure you aren't mole men incognito?" Nadas asks, peering at them.

They've certainly slipped up a few times.

[Earl of Purple]

"No. But I'm not really an orc and he's not really an elf. I'm a girl and he's a guy, though, that bit's true. I'm a Red Dragon; he's a Bronze Dragon." Maggie's given up now. "We haven't pretended to be mortal before. Or, um. Not outside the cave, anyway." She blushes at the last bit.

[Reinholdt]

Nadas has no idea what Maggie's trying to imply with that last bit.
"Well I recommend not mentioning you lived in caves. Or hoards. Or colours. Unless you are under the impression you're far enough away from your parents that they won't find out anyways. Then you should probably just stop pretending." Nadas suggests.

[Earl of Purple]

"Yes, but if we don't pretend, we have to rebuild our hoards through raiding and pillaging, rather than honest labour. And from what I have heard, dragons that raid and pillage attract paladins and adventurers, some of whom succeed in trying to kill aforementioned dragons." Kally might not be very up-to-date on that opinion, but it's enough for him to be genuinely concerned.

[Reinholdt]

"I'm fairly certain you may find honest work around here as yourselves without pretending. Though do not ask me in what profession as I wouldn't mind knowing myself." Nadas would spend all his money on books anyways.

[Earl of Purple]

"Thank you for your advice. We'll certainly try to find work somewhere, thank you." Kally is smiling.

Maggie wouldn't spend most of her money on books. She'd spend most of her money on a stone carver so that she has a copy which she won't accidentally burn.

[Reinholdt]

You burn down one library worth of books once and no one lets you forget.

"Well I wish you luck in your endeavors." Nadas says with another bow before returning to his seat.

[Earl of Purple]

Imagine it's your personal library, and it burnt down because you had a cold. She won't let it happen again.

"Goodbye." Kally smiles still.
"Goodbye, and thank you." Maggie does too. She's had less practice; it comes off as more of a grimace.

[McBish]

A short woman with long blond hair walks into the tavern and goes and sits at the bar and orders herself a Jasphattan downing half of it in one gulp before slowing down and sipping it. She is wearing a pair of old jeans and a flannel shirt. She doesn't seem to be to worried about her appearance, looking tired her hair pulled back in ponytail and bags under her eyes.

[Me.]

He snickers at the use of the word chivalrous, "I wouldn't go that far... I've cut ties with all my elvish heritage for years now; My homelands went to hell in a hand basket a ways back." As the conversation continues, he smirks at 'growing many herbs,' and then once the cigarette is refused, he puts it back in the pack - quoting the mandated warning label on the side "Quitting Smoking Now Greatly Reduces Serious Risks to Your Health." He shrugs "You're probably better off not being an addict anyways," he says.

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His reasoning for smirking at the mention of her hobby puzzles Samantha slightly. What's funny about her growing magical herbs to make magic potions? But she doesn't push, instead laughing slightly as he reads off the package "You know, I never understood precisely why they put those labels on cigarette packs. Seems kinda pointless, doesn't it?" She continues on with only a slight pause "I'm sorry about your distancing from your roots. I too know what it's like to have...family issues. I suppose everyone does though. May I ask what happened?"

Meanwhile, Samuel's gaze at the human (whom he has officially dubbed cute) sitting next to Chas has broken and he glances at the new curious pair of elf and orc. He casually tries to listen in, not looking over too much, but at the mention of magical studies his ears definitely perk up as he strains to listen in.

[McBish]

Kayla, the woman sitting at the bar orders herself another Jasphattan. As she waits for her drink she takes some time to look around the tavern at the other people/people like things.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Kayla, the woman sitting at the bar orders herself another Jasphattan. As she waits for her drink she takes some time to look around the tavern at the other people/people like things.

Elkandar stumbles in. The drow is much less kept than his usual self- his face is riddled with an unkempt stubble on his handsome face, his clothes are ripped and tattered, and his eyes are bloodshot, as if he'd been crying.

He stumbles up to the bar, trips, cracks his head loudly on the bar, and falls into Kayla.

Whoops- s-sorry...

[McBish]

Kayla is surprised to find the drow falling into her. She does her best to catch him as he falls.

"Ow, that did not sound good. Are you OK?"

The short woman tries to help him back to his feet while looking at where he hit his head, to see if he is cut at all. Also she tries to look into his eyes to see if he might be concussed. She is a doctor after all.

[Dark Elf Bard]

The haggard drow limps up and leans on the bar, matted hair falling into his eyes. Yeah... yeah... m'fine... woah!

He stumbles again, this time catching himself.

His white hair is stained red a bit. There's a large cut where the edge of the bar slashed him, but he seems not to notice.

Ugh... gone, gone... she's gone...

[McBish]

"Your bleeding."

She stands up and tries to take the drow by his arms and sit him down in her stool. Then she will reach over the bar to grab a rag, after checking to make sure it is clean she will try to use it to put some pressure on his cut.

"Now who is this that is gone?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

Elkandar is easily dragged around.

Ugh... Tyalla... she... disappear...

He goes limp and tries to rest his head on the counter.

Leemee lone.

He's obviously drunk and in a very poor condition.

[McBish]

"Hey your the one falling into my lap. Now let me get that cleaned up. You might need stitches."

She tries to pull him back up into a sitting position so she can get a look and see if the wound is that deep.

"So did this Tyalla leave because you were drunk, or are you drunk because she left?"

Figures might as well keep him talking.

[Chas the mage]

His reasoning for smirking at the mention of her hobby puzzles Samantha slightly. What's funny about her growing magical herbs to make magic potions? But she doesn't push, instead laughing slightly as he reads off the package "You know, I never understood precisely why they put those labels on cigarette packs. Seems kinda pointless, doesn't it?" She continues on with only a slight pause "I'm sorry about your distancing from your roots. I too know what it's like to have...family issues. I suppose everyone does though. May I ask what happened?"

He nods in agreement to her statement about the labels, "Makes all the kids think they're cool because they don't care," he says with a smirk. Then his family is brought up. He loses the smirk, but hes not outwardly sad or serious - just acting slightly more sober. "Oh, sure. I was raised in a homely town with a little castle, surrounded by farmland, to a bard and a barmaid in a meager shack in an alley. My mother was killed in a bar fight, and then my father was hung for voicing his opinion of the local baron." He sighs, and takes a several second break to inhale his tobacco, and think. "One of my fathers friend who had been raised from the dead took me in to his keep and trained me in my father's profession with swordplay and musical ability - and then the townspeople rioted and killed him because he was a lich. years down the road, there was a political coup and the baron ended up seceding from the kingdom and went on a murder spree so I fled." He strokes the stubble on his chin, in thought; only stopping when he noticed the drunk drow out of the corner of his vision and returns to the present.

[FireFox]

Ashley nods, and says, "We'll just be going, then. I need to get a few things." She looks at Ally, then gestures towards the door.

Ally nods and quickly leaves the tavern.

[Devixer]

Ashley follows ally out of the tavern. If she's allowed, she'll take her girlfriend to her warehouse in Home. I'll go post there.

[Dark Elf Bard]

"Hey your the one falling into my lap. Now let me get that cleaned up. You might need stitches."

She tries to pull him back up into a sitting position so she can get a look and see if the wound is that deep.

"So did this Tyalla leave because you were drunk, or are you drunk because she left?"

Figures might as well keep him talking.

The wound is a pretty deep cut.

Fone... gone gone gone... were on a honeymoon and ashe left! Why? Why why why?

[McBish]

"Oh boy that is a good cut. Unless you know a magical healer around you probably need stitches. So you should probably go to the hospital.

She doesn't carry things to stitch people up with her. Though she has to consider maybe carrying a first aid kit if she keeps coming to Trog's for drinks.

"I'm sorry about your girl. If I were you, I would sober up wait a night then go after and ask her why."

[Dark Elf Bard]

"Oh boy that is a good cut. Unless you know a magical healer around you probably need stitches. So you should probably go to the hospital.

She doesn't carry things to stitch people up with her. Though she has to consider maybe carrying a first aid kit if she keeps coming to Trog's for drinks.

"I'm sorry about your girl. If I were you, I would sober up wait a night then go after and ask her why."

No.... gone. He shakes his head. Planet. Laira. Million miles away. L-loved her. Why'd she leave...

He tries to stand up, but crashes to floor, not bothering to get up.

[McBish]

"See this is why getting stupid drunk rarely helps solve problems. You don't make any sense."

She sighs and looks around the tavern and then down at the drow. She couldn't just leave him here. But the hospital was a far way away and she didn't feel carrying him there. But her place was much closer and she had the stuff to stitch him up there. She could probably get him to stumble there.

"All right buddy, get on up. Let's get you somewhere and get you cleaned up."

She tries to lift him off the floor, she is pretty strong. Standing under 5 feet, she doesn't give off the impression of a small woman. She looks like a woman who works hard to stay in shape.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Duwanna.

The drow is thin and hasn't eaten in days, he's very light.

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