He tucked the cigarette case and lighter into his pocket and put 3 more gold on the table.
Thank you, good man.
He tipped his hat and stepped outside, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff. It felt good, like he'd done it before. He probably had, even if he didn't remember it.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
A few servants went out from the mansion to locate Jericho and Skul, dinner would be served soon and Lord Swiftaxe expected them to be there, even Zane whom he was not fond of at the moment.
A lady servant each went into the guest bedrooms to fetch Zane and Daenien.
The servants who went outside eventually found the wanderers and each mentioned the dinner hour was upon them and how crucial it was they be there.
When the party would all be at the mansion, they would be led into the lobby and past another set of double doors that led into a dining room.
It was set in a similar theme as the lobby area and features trophies and skins hung on the wall. Hunting was clearly a favorite sport for this Dwarf. The table was long and rectangular, and made from carved wood, same as the seats which featured the smaller animal skins for cushion.
Lord Swiftaxe sat at the end of course and he looked as if he were waiting forever. Several servant girls stood at attention next to the seats closest to their lord and almost simultaneously pulled back four chairs for the party.
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 9, 2011 8:19:29 GMT -5
Daenien raised his eyebrow slightly at the multitude of female servants, but said nothing. He took a seat halfway between Zane and Swiftaxe. He didn't want to have to play at being the diplomat, but they needed the doctor and couldn't afford to anger Swiftaxe too much, so it would likely be necessary. He was now cursing himself for not listening in when he heard the shouting.
Jericho picked the seat across from Zane. Like Daenian, he didnt want to be the referee in whatever Zane and swiftaxe were angry about, but he did want to keep Zane in check as much as he could.
Skul gave the servant girl a smile (as well as he could) and a short bow as he took off his hat in respect, sitting at the table. Completely oblivious to any sort of argument between Swiftaxe and Zane, he sat next to the dwarven lord.
Lovely. Wasn't told we would be fed. I am famished.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Swiftaxe didn't say anything for a while, not even replying to Zane for the moment, and it was actually his man servant William who welcomed them back.
"Thank you all again for taking up the personal request, and defense of Lord Swiftaxe, lord of this hall and these mineral rich mountains that sit behind this town. I present to you all, our sincerest gratitude."
With that, servants poured into the room, a regiment of them with large trays in their hands. All of the silver trays were placed in middle between all the guests and Swiftaxe. The lids were pulled and an assortment of flamed meats, poultry and fish lay before them. All brown and savory, even the smell would fill a hunger.
Mead was poured into their glasses and lord Swiftaxe rose from his chair to make a toast, "To the hunt! May we slay the demon and bring back its carcass as my most handsome trophy!"
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 9, 2011 18:41:01 GMT -5
Daenien sighed slightly... Then decided to try something. He hoped that it wouldn't get him lifted from the contract, but this dwarf was really starting to annoy him. "May its body feed this town for years," he said, lifting his own glass calmly. Now, let's see how he reacts to that.
Swiftaxe sat back down, "Hmph! Nonsense, that demon is skinnier than a horse and tall as a brown bear. Runs faster than anything I ever seen on land. All the same the damned thing wouldn't feed me for a day."
He took a great gulp of his mead and when the goblet was put down a servant refilled it nearly to the brim right away.
The Dwarf took another swig before getting down to business,
"Well you've more than proven yourself capable against Whiters, but just nab a little fire and those ghouls will retreat to the hills. This monster, this reaver, is a thing of nightmares is unlike anything you all have faced before."
He spoke cheerfully, not challengingly. He pieced apart the steak in front of him, eating it slowly. The pieces that passed his teeth simply disappeared.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Swiftaxe grumbled and took a bite out of a pork leg before speaking again.
"I call it a Reaver, as it nearly fits the description of an old Dwarven tale. A creature that prowls under the earth, blind as a bat with the head of a dog and claws of a dragon."
He took a drink of ale then looked at Jericho, "Bigger than yours though."
He continued, "This thing we fought in the woods, had the head of a jackal, was taller than a bear, pale skin with no fur on head or ass, had eyes that looked like the shells of eggs. Blind..."
The noble slammed his mug on the table, "But it could still bloody see us all," he shouted, "Ripped through metal armor like it was just a sheet of paper. It moved so fast it didn't give my men a chance to see their killer."
Swiftaxe then growled a little, clutching his wounded shoulder,
"Sir, please you can't get upset or else you'll hurt yourself,"
"I can yell all I damn well please William!" he grunted again after he shouted.
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 10, 2011 11:33:00 GMT -5
Daenien sighed. "Feed it a horse..." he murmured, trying to figure out exactly how he was going to get the poison into its system. He shook his head. "No, wouldn't be nearly effective enough..." He took a sip of his drink after carefully sniffing it for poisons. He didn't touch the food.
Jericho sat there, listening and drinking the mead. Once he was finished with one glass, he called over a servant to fill it again. He didnt touch the new glass.
It most likely wasnt blind, just could see a different spectrum. Like it could see your body's heat or it could sense your spirit.