Mekel looked around, as if to assess the situation. Nothing really was going on in his head though, except images of rocks and raw boar flesh (he was a little hungry). The seemingly angry crowds around him were beginning to really get on Mekel's nerves. The smiling ugly woman somehow didn't seem so unintelligent anymore. Perhaps it was the smile; perhaps Mekel forgot why he thought she was unintelligent in the first place.
Everyone around him kept yelling at Mekel to apologize, but Mekel wasn't familiar with that word. The atmosphere became so intense and stressful from the constant insults and talk of violence, including "live broken ale mug skinning" that Mekel broke down from the pressure. He dropped to his knees and began to cry. Now this was no ordinary human weeping; these were literally glass-shattering ork sobs of immense sadness and confusion.
Dieter was shocked by what he'd seen. He did not think Orks were capable of tears or emotions. He was unsure of what to think, and so startled he could only laugh.
A little, at first. The thought that perhaps he should feel sorry for the lumbering green beast went through his mind; this Ork could never appreciate any higher culture or thinking past Me hungry or Me go potty... and somehow that made him laugh more.
Heartily now, he could hardly contain his laughter. However, Dieter was always vigilant, calculating, especially with this clearly unpredictable idiot of a beast before him. His hands stayed ready to guide the shadows from under the table into carving the creature a new face should his mood change again.... but for the time being, he continued laughing at the obvious expense of the Ork.
Though he in no way supported the orc in his views and normally would answer to an insult like that with an instant violent defense of a woman's honor, Deerfield became very excited when the orc did what he did. He didn't take his eyes off the blonde beauty and awaited her reaction with tense mind and body. He appreciated the men taking up her interests, but really wanted to see what she would do, being confronted with such a ridiculously and obviously untrue insult.
His heart picked up speed and his excitment grew as he saw her move those gorgeous eyes. And then, as if he was witnessing the sun rise, a smile grew on her godly face. He was very excited, to say the least. He wanted to introduce himself, even though he really had no idea what was going on. But he didn't care. He knew he had to get to know this woman. He approached her and came within basic reach of her, praying she would not notice his smell or be disgusted by it.
Right before words could leave his already opened mouth, the orc had his sensational breakdown. He moved his eyes to the thing and observed what it went through. Deerfield could understand him. He had gotten himself into a stupid situation with his big mouth, just as the tanner had done many times before. However, instead of following through with it and throwing punches, he wanted the situation to stop by begging. A strange way to handle things in the human society, but the orc was obviously not human.
Deerfield didn't exactly like orcs, but that was because orcs usually attacked him on sight. However, this specific orc hadn't really done anything to deserve an execution by a human mob, at least not yet. The real motivation behind his next step was actually him wanting the woman to get over this issue so he could talk to her.
"Alright, I think he's done, people," he started. He knocked his knuckles on the table in front of the woman, gently, but loud enough to make himself be noticed. "I think we can ignore him for now. My name is Alexander of Deerfield." He turned his glance away from her and looked at the old man to pay the elder the obligatory due respect with a small nod, but then focused on the woman again, "May I know your names, please, and what you are about? I beg you, continue your story, sir."
He didn't want to sound like he may have authority, but he tended to eminate that when he talked, especially when he stood upright like that to impress females. He was a salesman and could talk his way into most businesses or endeavors, even if he didn't know any background at all. In no way was he shy to speak and turn a conversation towards his interests.
His well kept leather armor as well as the big sword and bow on his back indicated that he was a fighter like one they were looking for.
Last Edit: Mar 30, 2014 10:02:15 GMT -5 by Deerfield
She started dancin' real slow, like she was puttin' on a show.
Wet sweat was pourin' off her skin, her body made me wanna sin.
Right then my buzz was kickin' in, she had a devil's grin.
She looked me in the eye and said: You give me the urge!
To do a little day drinkin'
A little bit of love makin'
A whole lot of world shakin'
'Cause it's never too late to get low down dirty!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Low Down Dirty
The table of folks who were getting worked up, exchanged glances of confusion as the Ork apologized and burst into tears. The man who posed as some sort of a leader for the group yelled to Deerfield, “Alright! Just get him to stop crying!” before sitting back down. The others followed into their seats. Many of the tavern patrons joined Dieter in the laughter before returning to their activities.
The woman maintained her smile even after the Ork began sobbing. She placed her hand gently on the green beasts shoulder and said, “There there. No crying, okay?” Her voice was angelic, matching her beauty. A light, sweet voice that, to many, would have been strangely captivating. Many may have wished her to speak more. Her gaze switched to Deerfield and her deep blue eyes watched him as he spoke, the small smile still present. Her hands retracted to her lap.
The old man was entirely perplexed by the crying Ork, but upon Deerfield requesting a continuation of the story, the old man took the long travel back to his seat. After letting out a deep breath, he continued speaking. The woman's eyes, strangely, went back to the same spot on the table when the old man began speaking. “Very well Sonny... My name is Selmer Hobersum... and this is my granddaughter, Synthia. As I.... was saying, My grandchild will... be the one... accompanying you all... on the trip to the rocks.” With mention of her, she looked up from the table, panning her gaze to each person for only a second with a smile. The old man continued, “I only seek... to disprove all the... falsities going around. Synthia wishes to do a bit... more research.. on..”
From here the girl began speaking, rudely interrupting her grandfather, “The meteors landed somewhere in the northern mountains. All together, the trip there will be quite the journey. I will supplies prepared for any who wish to go. I just need you and your sword arms. The dangers are surely plenty, but I hope it will be a worth-while endeavor. The pay for such a trip will be variable depending upon how much trouble litters the way though. I believe in just payment, but I refuse to pay egregious amounts for nothing more than accompanying me to the meteors. The pay will be on my safe return to Wistvale.” She rotated her gaze to those around the table, paying particular attention to Deerfield.
Last Edit: Mar 31, 2014 17:24:36 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
The old codger stepped up, "You won't be nun safer than with ol' Goose, missy," he said as he adjusted the bow on his shoulder.
"I can hit a man between the eyes before they even think about raising a blade against ya. They get past me arrows then they got my hand to contend with," Goose said as he shook his fist to illustrate how mean his left hook was.
It was clear that the ranger was not in the best shape he could be, however, that didn't shake the hunter's confidence and he attempted to relay that to the client.
"Also, mister," he said to his fellow old man, "I can keep these yungin's off ya daughter if they get wise in their pants. Ye have nothing to worry about then."
As the ugly woman touched Mekel's shoulder, he immediately stopped crying.
"Uhhh, uughh, I wasn't crying, I just had... ugghh... small rocks in my eyes."
Mekel tried to recover from his somewhat embarrassing breakdown, but probably to no avail. Mekel picked himself up off the ground and attempted to act as if nothing happened; instead, paying attention to the speakers. While listening to the details of the journey, a clear twinkle could be seen in Mekel's eye at the first mention of rocks.
Excited at the opportunity to go find those amazing rocks that crashed from the sky, Mekel chimed in once they finished speaking.
"oooh! ooooooooooh! ooooooooooooooooooooh!!! I wanna go! I wanna go! Please please please, me want go find big rocks!"
The old man might be a decent shot, and the Ork is... an ork, but I've got something they 'aven't: magicks. I can rend the earth from below my enemies feet, and use their own shadows and the darkness itself to silence them. Even if they get close enough, they'll have me axe to contend with.
Dieter punched his glove as he spoke of his battleaxe as a gesture of strength. He awaited a response from the woman.
Deerfield was a godfearing man. He wasn't well read and didn't know much about the ways of the world beyond what he had gone through personally. However, he had read and learned much of the gods and their doings. In addition to his past experiences with women, most people would suspect alarm bells sounding in his head, warning him of this lady.
She was far too perfect. Maybe if he had thought about it, he would think her to be a goddess in disguise, or a beautifully charming monster sent to plague man. Even if that was too far fetched, the couple did seem a bit suspicious, to say the least. It matters nothing what the man would have been capable of, for non of these suspicions had any room in his mind. He had been ultimately wooed by those deep, blue eyes that pierced his soul right after her voice had melted his body.
He would do anything for her with barely a second thought. She had just won influence in the future party, and the way he stared back into her eyes might have let her know this. He didn't realise she was paying special attention to him, but he indulged in the moments he could fully adore her beautiful image. He felt so happy just looking at the woman, and laughed to himself at the idea of the old man, Goose - or anybody else for that matter - being able to keep him away from her.
At no moment did he actually connect the dots concerning the tumultuous nightly event. He had no idea what rocks they were talking about, and didn't care for it or any meteors, anyway. Deerfield wanted to accompany Synthia as far as she was willing to go with him, to the ends of the world if she wanted. He was relishing in having completely fallen for her in such a ridiculously short amount of time. An experienced man like Goose would probably realise what was happening, and maybe be disturbed by it, since it could potentially ruin their mission, and their pay.
He heard the others proclaiming their willingness to join the party, but he paid no attention to them.
He just stared back at her, captivated, and said in a calm, deep voice, "You have my swordarm. I will give my life for yours, Madame. With my skills at your disposal, you will accomplish your goals."
Last Edit: Apr 1, 2014 5:23:11 GMT -5 by Deerfield
She started dancin' real slow, like she was puttin' on a show.
Wet sweat was pourin' off her skin, her body made me wanna sin.
Right then my buzz was kickin' in, she had a devil's grin.
She looked me in the eye and said: You give me the urge!
To do a little day drinkin'
A little bit of love makin'
A whole lot of world shakin'
'Cause it's never too late to get low down dirty!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Low Down Dirty
::Alexander gave only the faintest attention to the actions of the orc, and the effect it was having on the patrons of the Inn. Just enough to register if any threat would be coming his way.
His attention was much more focused on the old man and the woman at his side. He listened quietly to the exchange as he studyied their robes. Having been more intent on them then the orc, he had noticed the gust of air that came with the man's movements. A mage of some sort was his assumtion. Possibly the woman as well. He hoped further study of their attire would reveal something about them.::
((Using Lore to see if he can pick up any additional info about the pair.))
::When the woman was done speaking, he spoke up himself, from the table nearby.::
"What "falsities" are these that you wish to disprove, sir? And what manner of research does your grandaughter wish to do?"
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
With each person talking, the gaze of the woman switched with a sincere smile and a nod. The old man especially liked what Goose had to say. He responded with, "Great, you... are going... for sure... Have to keep these... hooligans in place." The old man also gave Deerfield a bit of a stink eye. He was picking up on the vibes and the extended staring.
After each finished with their talking the woman spoke up, "I will be happy to have you all along." Turning to the ork, the smile, ever present on her face, "Yes, even you. We will find these rocks."
After the bit of enthusiasm Alex chimed in. The old man spoke, "Surely... you have heard... the rumors spreading about. Some believe... the rocks... are pantheons fighting!" He shook his head as if in disappointing disbelief.
The woman looked to Alexander and spoke up, "Yes, and I only wish to research whatever substance the rocks are composed of. They came from the skies, so perhaps it will be something... different." Her smile always felt genuine but was beginning to seem permanent. "Surely you have some interest in the meteors, do you not?" she questioned the one eyes man.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Alexander smirked in response to the old man's words. He felt he knew now just who these people were.
It seemed those with an aptitude for magick felt the need to gather in groups, whether within the Noctis Venator, or something of their own design.
His interest in this trip just increased as he could also use it as an opportunity to learn more about their dealings. Though, in all honesty, they seemed a bit of a cult from his understanding.::
"I have been many places and encountered many beings, Master Hobersum, but I have yet to encounter a deity of any pantheon. I would be pleased to lend my assistance to the Order of Thought in this matter of disproving...
And perhaps, share in the research?"
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
When Mekel heard that he could go on the journey to find the rocks, he was overjoyed. "We will find those rocks." Those words kept floating in his head. I will find those rocks! At this moment, Mekel began a very deep and vivid daydream.
He tried to imagine just what those giant rocks would look like. Were they big clunky rough rocks? Or were they nice and smooth, like giant cannon balls? Mekel imagined himself standing atop a hill looking over a few giant smoking craters in the ground. He imagined himself climbing down to the rocks to get a closer look, and maybe even feel the rocks! As he saw himself getting closer and closer to the rocks, his excitement began to rise, and in reality a smile began to form on his face.
He began to giggle a little bit from all the excitement. However, his vivid imagination wouldn't cease. He pictured himself being so close to one of the rocks that he was able to rub his hand down the side of it. Mekel soon got one of those tingly feelings inside that he sometimes gets when he comes into close contact with female orks; especially when he gets to rub his hands all over their.... well..... you know...... rocks.
In his mind, he hugged the rocks. He rubbed his hands all up and down the side of those rocks until the skin on his hands ripped off. He was in love with the rocks. He was sitting at a fine dining restaurant across from one of the rocks. He proposed marriage to the rocks (all of them of course).
This was all too much for him to handle. What does a rock even like to eat? What should he wear when he finally gets to meet the rocks? Do the rocks enjoy good classical music, or would they prefer the obvious? You know, rock music. Mekel was determined to do some good research before setting off on his journey.
The old man was delighted when he heard Alexander mention their order. He squealed awkwardly in excitement before speaking, "Oh! Another scholar... and skeptic! Splendid! And one who knows... of our order. You must be very well versed. Of course, we are always... interested in the sharing of knowledge."
The woman then spoke up with her eyes set on Alexander, "I am sure you will be of great benefit to this journey." She turned her focus to the entire group and continued speaking, "As will everyone else. We will meet at the north gate tomorrow morning... at dawn. I will have supplies ready for our departure." She, finally, flipped her fair back, revealing her splendid cleavage.
The old man spoke up, "Well, are there any lingering questions from anyone?"
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.