Keeping Spirits High [Event/Kitty]

[Tobin]

(OOC: kittygrey I do have three events to be juggling now. XD So I will be just replying as and when I get the time. Towns are fun to describe.)

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From the south the dwarf rode, on a boar half as wide as the winding trail as he finally came into site of the town. His characteristic short and stocky shadow enhanced by the barrel he had bore over his shoulder. A low sigh rumbled from the dwarf as he tilted his sunglasses back, though it was described as a town it was probably more accurate to describe it as a boom town taken right from the wild west, or a gypsy gathering, with the small town resting up on the hill, a mangle of tents and hastily erected wooden dwelling. A simple wooden barricade ran around the length of the complex. It was just one of a series of boom towns that had spawned up along this route. Not his idea for a holiday after wedding and a battle deep in London’s seedy underbelly, though this was no vacation.

"They are sooo eagar ta get in ther', ta first dibs on reclaimin' ta new land tha' they been campin' 'ere since spring. Hopefulleh they get in befor' ta winter comes."

The dwarf flicked the purple lensed sunglasses down as he once again ran a chuckle, additively a rather dry laugh. There was cause to be concerned about the long term maintenance of these outposts and the quality of life within them, thus why he had come. Though it had helped that many of the upper crust landers had the wealth to pay a premium price and by now Tobin could smell a good business opportunity when it came. Thus he had arrived to share his own unique brand of charity, thus as he arrived in down the dwarf rose up to stand on his steed and with a point gestured to his mighty barrel as he came in.

"Dun't ya worreh laddies, reinforcement be on ets way!"

"About bloody time, I had worried ya got lost in the long grass Dwarf."

The dwarf sighed as he let a weary chuckle go and gave a thumbs up as the boar tottered onward. At under 150cm, or four foot eleven, he was probably the tallest Dwarf. As he was practically the only adventurer Dwarf though he was literally the only yardstick to measure against. Thus to compensate he often rode around on his boar, so that when he chose to erect himself to full height he would stand at over 8 feet tall, enough to satisfy his ego.

"You that small you have to shout to be noticed?"

The dwarf frowned, when the hell did Swagtusk learn to be funny?

"You're one ta talk, tis midget is riding you."

To that the Gerald had no response. The dwarf gave a singular loud laugh as they proceeded on in down the rough wooden planks that had been lain as a primitive main road of sorts. though the Dwarf wouldn't have to travel long to reach his destination. A great broad tent fashioned from woven cloth, though around the back the wooden frame of a hastily erected storehouse was evident. The dwarf hopped off the boar and gave him a hefty slap on the backside that sent him squealing off through town. The Dwarf gave a hearty chuckle as he strolled up through the embroided tent flaps. It was there that the Dwarf would see that the communal tent, though normally brimming with Landers seeking their fortunes, largely empty, aside from the Elven Landlord.

The Elf, even by their enhanced lifespans, had clearly seen many years despite having not a crease on his sharp features. His intense stare given from his single, analytical eye and slightly browned hair were both signs that he was in the autumn years of his life. A jagged scar ran up to a his right eye that had blinded him, though rather than hide the fellow was obviously proud of the tale woven into skin, the eye patch in the shape of a bronze leaf with golden hues, and studded with several small gems. By his tall stature and scimitar by his side it was clear at some point in his summer years that he might have been a warrior of some fame, though like many rich folk he too had looked to gain influence by establishing himself in the new town. As such, his stance towards adventurers that had stolen the light from his glory days had drawn some ire, as evidenced in his terse, fast tongue.

"So have you got the goods? You have travelled light for one meant to provide."

"I travelled width ta raw ingredents in my inventory, I trust ya wouldn't mind me brewin’ it in the back as ya would?"

For a moment the lone leaf green eye seemed to linger. Something he said seemed to quietly irritate the fellow, or perhaps it was simply a fact that he was a Dwarf, the long life spans of each had meant that they had played literal chess many a time in tales old. Though the stiffness aura passed as soon as it came, Tobin all the while held the gaze with one of his own.

"Fine, take the time you need but use it constructively. I have many mouths to feed and water and already the rumours of the fell season rings in the ears. It's a responsibility you can barely fathom."

"Oh trust mah buddeh, I wouldn't want ya responsibility. I will do mah part, dun't cha worreh about that.."

Again the elf seemed irritated by the Dwarf before he shrugged. The Dwarf wasn't the only thing short in this tavern by the look of his demeanour.

"I will never understand why you speak like that. In any case the cook will be along soon. "

The Dwarf gave a shrugged and brushed past him. With the barrel still hoisted over his shoulder as he stepped through the curtain to the catering room and began to lay out his ingredients on the solid, broad oak table in preparation to summon the warming spirits.

[kittygrey]

Finding Sarum

Ame rose early, the sun shining into the window of the elder, Lynn's house. She had been staying there pretty much everyday since she had come to the land, not that the Elderly woman really minded. She seemed to love Ame as her own child, which she found nice and would be sad when she had to leave to find her own means of comfort, a place to call home, but that day wasn't today. She let out a long yawn and stretched her arms wide as she rose and planted her feet on the ground. She equipped her gear for the day and opened the curtain that was the door to her room.

She looked onto the room with sleepy eyes and smiled with a small wave to Lynn. "Good Morning, Lynn. I'm going to head off to Sarum today to help with the restoration. I'm not sure when I will return, but don't worry if I'm not back by night fall, or even by tomorrow. It's in pretty rough shape, and I'm not sure how long this venture will take." She smiled and then tilted her head to the elder as she spoke. "Oh, that is quite alright Kitty, I believe I will go to visit my daughter for a few days anyways, so do not worry if I am not home when you get here, but know that you are always welcome." Ame nodded to her and watched as she gathered her things. She thought it strange that the woman was leaving for a few days, but she wasn't about to ask why or anything. She said good bye and left the house.

She ventured into town, knowing she had to stop for supplies. Her first stop would be to the market since it was the closest. After grabbing and paying for her supplies, she visited the butcher. He was a kind man, and seemed to enjoy her company as well, but she didn't stay as long as she normally did as she had to get to Sarum. After getting everything she needed, she felt herself pick up her feet and began to run lightly through the village. She didn't pay attention to the on lookers as she went along, she was in far too much of a rush. She hadn't stayed long to chat, but she was already running behind. She sighed as she breathed, picking her feet up more, willing them to go faster than she thought they possibly could. When she arrived in Sarum, she stopped for a moment, taking in the scene of the destroyed city. It didn't take her long to let out a sigh and rush towards her destination.

She ran into the tent in gasps and looked around. There stood an elf man with a stern look on his face. He looked to her with a tilted head of his own and she raised her brow. "Ugh, hi there. I'm here about the cook position?" She walked in and noticed him looking her up and down. She felt her cheeks flush a bit and she thought, "Is he, judging me?" He didn't say anything, just pointed towards the back. She eyed him wearily as she passed him and felt her tail curl up around her bottom. She felt her head glance back and then rushed forward, making it into the back. "Oh my god, what a pervert." She sighed and then looked up, stopping in her tracks. "M- Mentor Tobin?!" She smiled wide and felt her cheeks flush, remembering her words before she had seen him. She walked past him and clicked on her inventory, bringing up the massive amount of food and laying them out on the counter before her. She took it as her space, seeing an oven and a dish washer behind it. "So, you're the brewer they brought in then! Now I'm even more excited!" She felt her tail wag happily behind her and her ears twitched slightly. They always did that when the dwarf was around and she knew it's reasoning behind it. She let out a small giggle and began going through the things she had brought along.

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Sorry it took me so long! I didn't want to post till I finished my template XD

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(OOC: I had this post eaten once, so forgive me if it’s a tad drier than usual. XD i forgot to tag kittygrey)

Word Count: 970

“I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok- Ehhh, I wish I could picka song I can actualleh remembar.”

The kitchen echoed with the sound of slicing as the dwarf worked the steel blade through the firm flesh of the apple with a feverish, mechanical efficiency. First the apple was undressed with the flirtatious sliver, the slices that rotated around the orb barely penetrated beyond the surface of the skin. Once undressed the bare apple was lain down and the stem was sliced off with a swift firm press of the blade and the apple was stood up on it’s base, this was followed by a trio of swift vertical slices downward swiftly, rending the apple into 6 slices. The dwarf then skinned and sliced several other apples in a similar method. Then Tobin gathered the resulting slices into a pile and with a measured brutality proceeded to tenderise the apple in the way that knew best, with a firm but measured fist. The mashed up apple was then added to a glass container to which 100grams of sugar, a healthy dosage of flavoured syrup out of a fist sized clay container. Then the dwarf took a clay jug that he had lain to the end of the table and used that to fill the jar up to near the brim. With a firm twist the top was secured as the dwarf hummed a little random tune and vigorously shook the mixture, after it was homologized the glass jar was slammed down with another two like it.

“Well, tis should be enough work on ta flavourin’ rite now. Time ta get ta work on tha’ hard stuff.”

The fellow gave a sigh as his head rolled back; it had been an hour since he had started with the brewing though he couldn’t rest easy just yet. There were a lot of beverages to prepare and compared to some of the trail’s his blurry body had endured, that included grappling a black Lagoon in it’s native territory, the slight ache in his wrist and a terminal boredom seemed rather trivial in comparison. The fellow set the blade down on the table as the red hued menu flickered up and with a couple of clicks a great barrel materialised beside him. Though he had carried the apples upon his shoulder in that barrel on the way down here, the raw ingredients of corn, wheat and barley that he had premixed a couple of days ago, brought directly from the isle of grain. Much cheaper than buying in the London market, even if it inconvenienced him an extra day or so. The mixing procedure was simple, the raw statch and glucose had to be released from the crop, so the dwarf took the barrel of water and poured it in, another few interphase clicks summoned a great big paddle that he thrust into the middle of the mixture and thrashed the stuffing out of it with firm jabs, once satisfied, he began to stir it to ensure that the grain was distributed evenly, before topping up with water close to the lid. The dwarf by now was starting to perspire lightly from the efforts involved.

It was by then that the familiar blond lass had hurryingly stumbled through the curtains, the dwarf’s gaze flicked up though he didn’t immediately speak as to let her settle. It was only at her mention of a “perverted” individual that his bold, accented voice piped up.

“Well, tha’ might be true thure foxeh ladeh, but et breaks mah heurt fa ya to say et quite so blunteh.” A booming laughter was accompanied by a loud clap of his hands, a slight grin played on his lips as the lass noticed him. “Ta one and onleh lassie, tis a pleasure ta see ya again, Ameratsu.” Her true name was repeated to her slowly and precisely, evident that the dwarf drew certain amusement that knowledge as he gave a slight chuckle though it was all in good humour. The squat man continued to stir the barrel with the broad paddle. While he was on task the dwarf paused and ripped open a 5kg bag of yeast and emptied the contents into the barrel, then he continued to stir the thick slurry of water and crop with the paddle once more. By now it had gotten thick and congealed with plant matter, just the way he needed it at this moment of time. The gaze of the bearded fellow flicked up towards Kitty once again to address her, maintenance of his straight face became impossible as he observed the orange blur of her tail in motion and the slight, twitch of the ears.

-It would be strange to have ears and a tail, her animations are so expressive I can’t stop laughing!-

“Ahahahah! Aye, I can see ya excited, ya be sheddin’ all ovar ta place! I jest! In all honesty, I am glad ta be seein’ ya ‘ere since ya good company, brewing is a slow process so all ta distractions ‘re welcome!”

The draw had drawn out the paddle as he spoke and with a wipe down he hoisted the barrel to a number of iron drums in the corner, pouring the mixture into each barrel, filling 3 of them before he ran out. Then each container with a metal top and a gentle flame ignite under them, to raise the temperature to roughly 60oCs for fermentation to take place. With that done, the dwarf’s fingers flickered through the air, a smaller box of strawberries materialised on the table. After a quick wipe down of the blade, Tobin began to routinely dissect the red fruit with the knife as his gaze turned back with a mild curiosity as he scanned the ingredients.

“So, wha’ ya be cookin’ up taday then?”

[kittygrey]

Questions and Answers

Ame blushed hard as she heard Tobin speak. Did he really think that she was talking to him?! She shook her head, but as he said her true name, she widened her eyes and stared at him. She pursed her lips and tilted her head. "I was talking about that weird elf guy out there. He's a creep." Then she smiled and shook her head. "I have a treat you, but I won't give it to you unless you tell me your real name too. It isn't fair that you know mine!" She let out a small giggle. With his next words, she looked around herself expecting to see fur everywhere, but she already knew that he was playing with her. She had almost expected to shed, but alas, she didn't. Her fur remained in tact and she gave him a raise of her brow and a shake of her head. "I don't shed!" She pouted to him and then soon after, as if she couldn't hold it in, she let out a laugh. "Never change, Tobin, never!" She laughed again with a shake of her head and began to go through the ingredients that she had purchased.

As she was going through them, she looked up to Tobin. "Oh, um, well, I decided to make a big pot of stew. It's my first time making it, so I hope I don't mess it up. What are you making?" She knew Tobin was a brewer, so it was obviously going to be some type of alcohol, but what exactly, beer? Liquor? She thought back to the concoction that he had produced for the wedding. It had made her choke when she drank it, but it's sweet aftertaste made the burning feeling worth it. She giggled, remembering his speech about the liquor being the same as love, then she wondered. "Hey Tobin, do you have a girlfriend?" She hoped he wouldn't take the question the wrong way, but like most men, he probably would, not that she would mind. He was a very nice fellow, but she had issues with her heart, torn between characters and she really didn't want to add another person into the mix of her mixed up emotions. Perhaps, she shouldn't have even asked, but she was curious, and well, she had a hard time keeping her mouth shut when it came to things like that. She was a hopeless romantic after all.

While she waited for him to answer, she looked down at her ingredients. A thick chunk of beef, potatoes, carrots, onion, celery, broth and a few spices to add in for extra flavor. Then she looked to her next set. Flour, yeast, margarine, sugar and salt. She really had her work cut out for her, literally, and figured she better get started. It was a pretty long process and she had to be careful. She had made homemade bread many times before, but the stew would be something new to her, and she wanted to make sure that she did it perfectly. The people of Sarum were worth the food she was about to prepare and the hardships she would face with it. She looked up from her ingredients. "Would you be willing to be my taste tester?" She asked with a tilt of her head. She hoped he would agree to it, and if he did, then she would smile brightly, but turn to get the things she would need. She needed to start the stew first.

She looked in the cupboards, finding a large stewing pot. She reached up on her tippy toes and grabbed it down, setting it on the stove. Then she found two large cutting boards and set them on the counter behind her. She grabbed a small knife from one of the drawers, where she also grabbed a larger one. Searching through the other drawers and found herself a butchers knife. She smiled, impressed at the selection of things that they had there, even though they were on a shortage in the towns of things like these, they spared her no shortage here. She grabbed a large ladle next and then stopped. 'Is there anything else I need?' She tilted her head, wondering if there was, but she figured if she needed anything else, it was there for her to grab, so she turned herself back to the counter and looked down. First order of business. Potatoes!

 

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Ugh, that's the worst! But I won't hold it against you XD

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Modified by KittyGrey

[Tobin]

(OOC: When Dwarf talks, posts are big. I wish I was like that with my descriptions. XD Not gonna reply to that many convos again. XD kittygrey I keep forgetting to tag.)

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“Ahahaha, I waited five months fa ta dessert grasshopper. I am sure I can wait a little longer. Ya know tha’ one other person knows ta name?” -Damn pity, tis actually made me hungry but there will be time later. No fun in giving ta name up too easily.-

The fellow gave a slight laughter as he waved off the threat with a causal hand wave, the expression of mixed shock and flushness in response to her real name greatly entertained him. Besides, Tobin was a proud man; surely he would not succumb to a simple threat of food bribery!

“I be jestin’ anyways, just ta fellow, Elderin I think, doesn’t realleh like adventurers tat much, probably like many landers he had fought against ta mobs in expeditions ta reclaim these land’s, onleh ta have adventurers nearly retake it aftar a few months. Still, he needs ta booze, I need patrons, so et’s all gewd, even though tis rumoured that the final battle ovar tis lands is rumoured to be comin’ soon, still needs ta product incase it doesn’t come”

The dwarf drummed his fingers on the table as he recounted the tale, personally the golems had been a lifelong nemesis for many adventurer and lander alike, the battles started when he was just level 14 and continued to this very day. Now the rolling highland planes were dotted with the husks of defeated golems, though both adventurer and lander alike paid a price for the rapid advances of late. The topic turned to food naturally.

“Ohhh? Sounds gewd, been a day since I last had tha’. Tha’ first round of stuff were ta moonshine I served at tha’ wedding, since durin’ ta winter months ya need a little something ta wake up ya pallet ‘n’ ya stomach. Though tis won’t be all I be doin’, got other brews I can make in ta meantime since tha’ batch will take a whole day to ferment. Rum be next.”

Almost as if on cue another three white oak barrels spawned out of the interphase and with all the stature of a magician pulling a rabbit out of his hat, his part of the table was filled with items for the latest brew. 18 jars of Sugarcane Juice produced from mills down in the south of England, a bag of yeast and of course more water. A rolling commentary of where he obtained his ingredient’s given, as much for his own benefit as the observers .

“Sugarcane Juice from the southern tip of England, rare, probable why were so jewish ‘bout ta price. three white oak barriers, charred inside fa a richer flavour, slow actin’ yeast fa cultured flavour ‘n’ last but nut least, a ton of water ta start fermentation.”

Six thick glass bottles were emptied into each barrel and then stowed within his inventory. The paddle was then washed using water and a rubbing cloth before it was shoved into the barrel to stir the mixture though compared to the corn mixture required to moonshine, the sugar cane juices were was easy to mix. Perhaps in future the dwarf would grind his own sugar cane if he could buy or find a farmer willing to cater to that need. It was then that Kitty spoke to him once again about more personal issues, that question that naturally most men would misinterpret including himself, which considering her bashful nature up to this point it was quite easily understandable.

-Do I have a girlfriend? Wait, WHAT?!-

A bushy eyebrow flicked up as his heart jumped like a hammer on the forge, a deep rumble from the throat his immediate expression; the idea of dwarf being shipped was almost inconcieveable after all this time! –Don’t be stupid Gav, she’s a lovely woman and all, but you’re an entire head and neck shorter than her.- The dwarf felt the unpredictable rush subdue as soon as it came, as it was in his nature to be quick to rose emotionally. It was silly, but nice thought for him since it was undeniable that they got on like a house on fire. –But still- his blue gaze flicked up from the barrel to meet hers as gave a slight grin accompanied his response courtesy of his usual jovial bravado, since it would be odd for him to change his attertude now. –If she is really curious, I guess there’s no harm in testing her.-

“I’m workin’ on it right now.” The statement was accompanied with a wink towards Kitty with a big rumbling chuckle as he gauged her response, before his gaze turned away to the ceiling his hands continued to forfill his duty to the sloshing green liquid, it wasn’t pleasant to for the dwarf to be that honest with himself. “In all seriousness, I’m not in one, my last relationship was a year befoar comin’ ‘ere ‘n’ well, ta be honest, when ya a short cuboid of dwarf ya kind of used ta others gettin’ ahead or bein’ a bit lowar then expected standards. Ahahaah!” Once again his teeth cut through the beard, the tendency to turn his serious issues into a joke seemed very like him, after all there wasn’t much getting away with it so one might as well laugh. “And yah self Ame?”

The task continued even as he talked, an idea cropped up as the dwarf took a few sticks of cinnamon, a spice he was quite partial to and snapped them, the flakes added to enrich the taste of the rum and a fist full of catalyst crystals to hurry the process. After a final hominization period one by one the barrels were sealed shut with several firm cracks from his fist, before being hauled to rest in the corner of the room. The dwarf knew full well that usually took an entire year for these barrels to finish. The expedition force only had enough stock to last another month or so the option was considered to put them on a heater and apply a little magic to rush fermentation along from a few weeks to a shorter period of time. But for the meantime there wasn’t much else he could do for the alcohol until time had passed for fermentation to turn the raw product into sweet rum, allowing the charred white oak to infuse it with flavour. The similarity between the friendship that he and Ame had was somewhat amusing, it was interesting how analogies for everything in life could stem from alcohol. Perhaps author needed more of these analogies.

“I’ll check up on tha’ later, should be brewed within ta week, if I had a bit more notic’ could hav’ done tis before comin’ ‘ere. Now, next on the car-“

A soft grumble echoed from under the table and the squat fellow gave a resided sigh, though adventurers had little need for food, some earthly habits had been harder to break then others

“You know wha’ Ame, fine, ya win! Mah names is Gavin, can I hav’ a slice now? I’m friggin’ stavin’.”

Resisted your hunger for just 21 minutes? How could you dwarf? Though perhaps removing all the edible material for drinking products didn’t partially help.

[kittygrey]

Confidwarf!

Ame gave him a raised brow at his response, followed with a pout. Of course he would make her wait, though she wondered how long he could actually last, especially if he was what he said, hungry. She would pry, however, as she knew he would tell her sometime, hopefully in the next few days they would spend together in this large kitchen tent. Even still, she tilted her head. "There's only one person that knows your name, or.. you told someone else mine?" She felt bad for asking the question, but for the first time since they had met, she had had a hard time understanding him. Then he began to speak about the elf, Elderin and she sighed. She understood the state but Tobin hadn't seen the way he eyed her like she was a piece of candy. She looked at him, a flush took over her face. "I'm not so sure he doesn't like adventurers.. just maybe not in the way you think anyways.." She shook her head, trying to get her thoughts on the matter out of her head. There were more serious things that she had to do here, but she did agree that he needed Tobin's drink and her food, but she hoped there wouldn't be another war. She was never a fan of war, in any case, but she supposed sometimes it was necessary, especially if it were your home you had to fight for.

Ame widened her eyes at Tobin, recalling again the drink he had handed out at the wedding. "That stuff was pretty good, after I nearly choked on it anyways." She let out a long laugh and then shook her head. "I was never a big drinker, but that was a good night. I hope I get the chance to do something like that again." In all truth, she couldn't even really remember the night, it left flashes here and there, and sometimes random scenes would appear in her mind as she slept, but as for remembering the night, it was an impossible task, even still, she knew it had been a good one. "Wow, a whole day?!" She shook her head and tilted it towards him. Then smiled. "I'd ask to taste the rum, I've never had any before, but, I think that I shouldn't, since I'm working around a hot stove." She giggled and shook her head. One day, she would get to try it, maybe a little sip, but that was Tobin's decision, and she let the thought slip as she went back to work, still listening to him speak. She grabbed the small knife and a bag where she would put her garbage and sat down on a stool. She took the knife to the potato and began to peel the skin off.

As she peeled her potatoes, she looked up at Tobin as he spoke about working on it when she asked if he had a girlfriend. She felt her eyes widen, and her left brow rose while her cheeks blushed a light pink. "Oh, um, well." As she began to speak, her voice a whisper, he then continued. She let out a relieved breath, because she honestly didn't know what she should say to him. But she continued to listen and peel, listen and peel. She felt her face soften as he spoke and she knew he was playing it off as a joke, but she felt bad for him. He was a great personality, but she could tell he had a hard time because of his dwarf character. "That shouldn't matter. You are a really great person, Tobin. Any girl would be lucky to have you but everyone has these expectations of love and what it should be I suppose." She dipped her head, feeling bad for asking, but smiled at him and then widened her eyes. Was Tobin a good choice to push her relationship problems on? Probably not, but she did need a confidant of sorts. She felt even worse with what she was about to say because, well, she got the idea in her head that Tobin liked her too. She stopped peeling the potato and pushed her head back. "I'm not, really in one. I went on a date.. but.." She sighed and looked at Tobin. "Well, I don't really know what to say. I do like him, a lot, and I think he really likes me, but, I've also been having strange feelings for this other person. Someone who I really don't think I should like.. He isn't.. very social.. and I don't even think I like him like that.. but he keeps popping up in my head!" She looked to the floor, thinking about the mysterious man.

She wondered if Tobin knew him but she shook her head. "Ugh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking to you about this. The truth is, I've only been in one relationship, and it wasn't even that. He tried to.. uhm.." She couldn't bring herself to say it, so instead she said, "he was a really bad person, I mean.. I haven't even had a first kiss cause we didn't make it that far before he.. proved himself to not be worthy." Okay Ame, release all of your pity on the poor dwarf. She shook her head again and looked at him, small beads of liquid forming in her eyes. She wiped them away and smiled. "You must think I'm pretty dumb, to not even know how to handle this relationship stuff.." She sighed and picked up her potato, remembering that she had a task to do as well. Soon, her eyes lifted to him once again and she felt much happier, her face began to glow. She smiled wide as he told her his name and she let out a laugh. She went into her inventory and gifted him the Bread Pudding she had managed to make. "I hope you like it, Gavin!" She chuckled evilly, as she said his name, but blushed at herself. Who chuckles evilly anymore anyways?

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Poor Tobin :( But.. he must give Ame good advice! Pwease?!

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(OOC: I HEARD YOU LIKE BIG WALLS OF TEXT?!? EAT THIS XDD Seriously, some of it isn't meant to be responded to in the context of the situation, so please don't make me write out another reply. It was a interesting post to write though, an' unusal perspective for me. kittygrey )

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"Ta first one. I rarely share my first name with other people." It was followed only with a great laugh to the second comment. With that he would continue brewing, as author had already stated his actions, he didn't want to repeat them again unless there was a meaningful deviation. "Well ya, partly ta reason why I named ta moonshine "The First Impression", largely because like me I leave the drinker gaggin' lika when they meet me. Aha." The Dwarf gave a chuckle at that, again with the analogies. "Though I guess tis strength and warmth tis just as refreshin' on a cold wintur night. Truth be told I were not much oaf a drinker mahself, just 'ere tis more fun 'n' I get ta brew 'n' benifits fa doin' so, so why nor I guess. Heheh."

The dwarf paused his activity as he strained to think also, it was a loose secert that brewers couldn't actually get drunk unless they willed it and that monk's with -Drunken Monkey- only got more coordinated the more drunk they got. Still, for whatever reason he couldn't remember what happened after the service aside from that much fun was had and that it was an emotional occasion. Another application of string theory? Hopefully that thread-

-OI, not here author! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THAT JOKE-

-Sorry.-

"Ahahaah! Maybe tha’ may not be the best time ta sample though a moderation can’t hurt, surprises meh tha’ ya never had et befoar ta be honest. Tis be the first time I run et at production scale like tis thou’, so I'm expectin' ta be waitin' fa the rum ta be fermenting at least a week. Tha's with all the time cuttin' measures taken." The dwarf gave a slight shrug "Thou' I have a bit left ovar from a dry run I did earleh tis year, if ya want ta try some now. In principle it's distillation is similar ta moonshine, just has a very different texture, tis allowed ta grow a flavour unlike the pure liquor. Mightn't be perfect though, mah craftin' skill were much less then tis was now so mightn’t be as gawd."

To that the fellow flicked open his inventory and spawned a single bottle and placed it upon the table. It was a green glass bottle that could roughly hold a lilter of fluid, sealed with a cork stopper with a little toggle that kept it locked in place until pulled off with a loud pop. It wasn’t the best product the dwarf had made in terms of flavour, but it was either that or waiting a week for fermentation to take place. Or he could deliver it later, after all, it would have hardly been the first time that the dwarf took a cheeky bottle or two home with him after serving a client.

In any case after the brewing, the Dwarf was initially found Ame’s stance on her response to him curious, her initial response had seemed like he had caught the lass by the tongue. Yet her inquires felt, distant? The contradicting messages Tobin obtained from the lassies body language and the way she spoke confused him. Did she or didn’t she?

“Tis as I said tall, handsome, animal tamur. I am one of them things.” Tobin chuckled as he repeated the phrase he had greeted her with before his shouders rose with a shrug. “The world aren’t all sugur puffs ‘n’ rainbows, I’ve been around in tis game long enou’ ta know ta way tis world, ‘n’ by extention, how people work with et. Tis just the way things go ‘round ‘ere. So-?”

At this point the Dwarf just raised an eyebrow at the lass and waited. Tobin wasn’t entirely obnoxious and had a sense as to where this conversation was going to go.

-Kitties friend zone occupatiants? Dwarf.-

The Dwarf chuckled at his mental joke, though the moment she spoke, the other eyebrow rose in bewilderment as she spoke. Not really in one? Fancying the socks off one guy, yet having it in for a complete stranger? Truth be told, by the description given he couldn’t possibly identify whom it was that she spoke about. Only a few he know fitted that latter description, though he was aware of one stranger who wandered the wilderness. After all, that man struck him more as profoundly special then mysterious, at least in the few dealings he had with him in the distant past. In general her ramblings had more maybes in it then the titanic had holes. After she had finished speaking there was a silence that hung in the air, one that the dwarf had no particular desire to fill aside from a gentle tapping upon the wooden surface of the table with an expression that spoke little of his thoughts, a slight brooding frown.

Truth be told, Tobin had become quite irritated to the brink of his temper. Partly because he felt he was being lead on by his nose only be let down by having her personal indecisions dumped upon his squat, broad shoulders. If Ame hadn’t been so pleasant previously, the dwarf might have flipped a table, yet uncharacteristic patience was exhibited by this rare specimen as he fixed the stare and raised the characteristic “What u smokin’” eyebrow.” It was then that the silence was broken again by and he listened, this time his facial expression softened slightly to a more neutral tone as the subject turned to the bad romance and her personal conflict, and confusion over her heart that his stance softened, yet as Ame tried to dismiss it the dwarf hopped down from his stool and opened his arms, a simple universal gesture.

“Look dun’t be silly ‘n’ come here lassie, tak’ a moment ta get it oaf ya chest.”

The fellow would reach up and give the woman a big old hug and a pat on the back; hopefully she would give him the benefit of bending down to accept. Otherwise the poor fellow would have a pair of fun bags in his face during an otherwise serious moment, and that just wouldn’t do! In any case though he had received the bread pudding, Tobin only eyed it a moment before it was whisked away inside his inventory with a shrug as he rested an elbow on the table and massaged his forehead. Between the headache and the throb in the chest caused by the sudden swing in the situation, the Dwarf had lost his appetite as he wished to have given his name away at a better moment.

-Why do things like this always happen to me when I get fond of people? I can’t keep the accent up while like this. I need to speak serious-

“Well, that was unexpected. I think ya have made quite the understatement about relationships, no?” Perhaps the greatest intrigue was not in the content of his words, but that it lacked the weight of his unusually heavy accent, instead carrying a lighter Irish and northern lilt of the real world, a certain formality that his usual character rarely carried, with only the odd word carrying through out of habit. The chuckle rumbled like always accompanied by the companionship of the sigh, Gavin certainly had his work cut out for him.

“Well, what can I say? To be honest it sounds like you just got swept away with things in ya life since suddenly you’re in a whole world, all new possibilities, identity, and more romanticised beautiful people then ya can count. To me it sounds like your saying one of three things, ya either lookin’ to fill a hol-“ Gavin paused and chuckled despite himself, actually that was the wrong phrase to use. Try again Dwarf. “looking to replace your bad experience in life or your overwhelmed with hormones, easy fa a cherry like yourself. Not much advice I can give for that, just follow your heart with the guidance of your mind. Though the problem is you can be like a bar to a thirsty patron, especially if the adventurer has a significant level advantage over ya. Even if I’m one of the weaker rankers, I can shatter stone with a bare fist if I was serious about it.”

The fellow paused to measure her response to that, a slight smile on his features as he set two metal containers down upon the table. It wasn’t enough time for her to give a response as Gavin was still intent on talking.

“Now, I don’t know either of these fellas you speak of. But personally it sounds like ya have got three decisions to make either way. One, the other, or neither.” There was a single tone huff before he continued. “I know ya not in a relationship or whatever, but at some point you have to choose which one will actually make you want to get up in the morning since ehh, being adventurers we already hav’ enough things to worry about without havin’ to worry about the other. I can’t tell ya which meets that cateria since I don’t know either of them. Though, might know a couple people of that latter description.”

“I know what you are thinking, what do you mean about neither? Well, I literally mean if ya can’t make your mind up, abstain from seeing both till you figure out what you actually want, even if that means doing a bit of soul searching. Since there are fewer things worse than ending up in something that doesn’t satisfy ya. Though if ya wanna bit of good advice about relationships? You need to make a good friend before you can make a great lover out of them, can you say that for either of them? I made that mistake of not doing that once when I was younger, ahahahah! But that’s another story I don’t feel inclined to tell, though mistakes are all part of the fun I guess.”

The dwarf paused as he pulled out a flask, took a draft and eyed her reaction as he drank, perhaps his advance wasn't particilary. To be honest though he had been in a couple of relationships, but they had always ended the same. He had always been the quiet guy in the real world that had few connections, always going soft when the going went hard. Tobin shrugged as he shuffled off the chair and began to stroll over to the door as he gave the softest of chuckles. Tobin's desire for small talk for the day had all but left him, just the overwheming urge to blow off steam was tense in the back of his mind like a unworked muscle, a hunger.

“Tis been a while since I been that serious, no need to talk ‘bout it now just sleep on it for your own benefit. I'll be outside, Happy cookin’ Ame.”

With that the squat figure ducked under the flaps and went outside, already the sun had stained the sky a light rose pink. There was a fairly sized space in the ‘larn’, though that was a compliment as only a rough fence had been erected and just beyond that was more tents. The red interphase flickered open as a single large oak trunk was deposited on the ground next to him, it was about his height and 12 cm at its diameter, so needless to say the dwarf managed to hoist it with a great deal of effort-

-Wait, so you’re telling me that you had not enough room for food, but enough room for a tree trunk? You soft sod.-

-…..-

-and, with a loud grunt the fellow twisted his broad arms around the beam and lifted it and with evident strain he began to twist it into his grasp, the very act caused him to perspire. At first his movements were slow and sluggish though as momentum as gained, the swings became progressively quicker, more graceful despite the obivous, until the great beam was in a continuous, mechanical motion. Even as the sweat began to flow, everything was in place for the exercise to begin

-There I go again, the clean-up crew for other’s mess. I really shouldn’t be that surprised, it’s what I’ve done since before, and since after becoming an adventurer.-

A minute in, the dwarf suddenly began to lash out at his surroundings, at first seemingly at random to any observers, though those willing to observe for a time seemed to notice that each swing carried with a measured procession, every swing seemed to strike out against one of sixteen points around his being. As a dwarf his legs lacked the reach of some of the other species, so to him his arms needed to be as strong- no, stronger than his legs as they bore his sword and shield again every threat he could encounter, the torso his armour. This exercise was to train both strength and precision in equal capacity, though it also served a good outlet for his temper as though the dwarf was a great laugh the dwarfs passion for life applied to all things.

-Though I guess that’s my lot in life, I’m a short supply comedy for pretty much every sodding person ta take the piss out me, with the mind of animal, no, worse than that. Of course I couldn’t any feelings to be repaid-

In the two minute mark the performance become less steady. Though the dwarf attempted to tighten up the pattern of his swings, teeth bit down into his lower lip, now the fire from within came in torrents, the trunk became a blur as rage became a source of strength. A flame that tampered the steel of his body and allowed his strength to remain true to him, a fuel to force him on, though his hp began to trickle from the degree of strain inflicted on his frame.

-I have made it this far with my might, without thanks, without it I am nothing, alone in a shell! BODY, OBEY ME, OBEY ME- -

Two and half minutes in, the fellow reached his limit as with a loud crack the right arm jerked free from the trunk and with a bellow he used his remaining limb to direct the full force of the trunk down into the earth, the ground parted with a heavy thud half the trunk disappeared into the earth, the dwarf held his vice grip as he hit the ground with a crunch, only then did he release his vice grip to rest on the ground, his breath left his chest billows in loud gasps. It was then that his hand wrapped around his shoulder and forced the dislocated joint in with a sharp shove, accompanied a second loud crack. His teeth sharply clenched as he dragged himself up to his feet and felt his weight press against the partially submerged stump. It was only then that the horse crackle was allowed to erupt from his throat as his face contorted to a great grin. Though red openly wept on the back of his head and back, the dwarf felt relief from what ailed him.

“Tis is- probably good enou’- fa today. Gahahah”

A loud snort erupted from his frame as the broad hands cupped the log and, with a moment to brace himself. the dwarf ripped the log from where it had remained wedged and propelled it high into the evening sky, with a single bound and the use of magnet grip the squat fellow mounted it and flew high above the village, the dwarf let a gentle tuneless whistle as he sailed through the night’s air breeze. With his target insight with a flick of the wrist and a glimmering of his inventory the log disappeared from under him and after a few seconds of silent flight with a tumble the dwarf landed heavily before the tavern, buckling the wooden planks that passed for a main road, before he rose and clicked his stiff neck as a soft chuckle erupted from the throat. Nothing felt better than a night-time flight, a hot bath accompanied by a few hours shuteye. Though Tobin had briefly thought of leaving a message at the traven on the off chance she would come around, the squat fellow chose to sleep on it.

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Early to sleep meant early to rise, the stars still shone as the dwarf rose and dressed. After a momentary pause to admire the unblemished sky, he drew his cloak around him proceeded straight into the silent catering tent and into the back, with no sign of landers. After candles were lit he would hopefully find the metal kettle’s where had been left and after a quick examination (mainly to ensure no spiders or other insects would get into his brew) he got to work.

“Well, guess yesterday was awkward, lets see wha’ I can cook up quickly.

Tobin turned off one of the burners and removed the copper moonshine container, then the dwarf would pull a flask of water from his own supply and filled the metal then he would put it on the stand. The soft noise of cold metal creaking and the gentle amplied echo of the rushing water was a rural auditory pleasure the dwarf often enjoyed.

About twelve minutes later the dwarf was disturbed from his nap by the gentle whistle of steam, the dwarf stumbled over and swapped the kettles, taking great care to avoid the steam as he removed the lid. To the boiling water he added five teabags, half a bag of sugar and thin slivers of lemon. Then, after stirring the concoction he sealed it. It was that point that he left the bread pudding on the bench as he began to assemble the distillery, in prefabricated pieces, out back for the next part of the alcohol crafting process, pausing only to repeat the process with the second kettle and put moonshine back onto the cooker.

When she did finally arrive for the morning shift, whenever it may be, he would shout out from out back in his usual jovial matter.

Howdiedo gewd to see you Amesestu, I thought it would be a shame ta hav’ cake without a good brew, ya sleep well? I be over in a moment, just fixin' up tis still 'ere!”

[kittygrey]

Hard, but Worthy Decisions!

Ame smiled at the name of his Moonshine. She nodded with a beaming smile at him. It was true, this was a game, though people, including herself, had recently turned it into life, so they could do things they often didn't think of or want to do in their real lives, like her, making a tonne of new friends. "Well, the name fits! It made a really good first impression!" She gave him her quaint smile and finished off the last of her potatoes. She pushed the bowl full of them aside and took out her next ingredient, the carrots. She would take the same knife to them, skinning the orange peel off then chopping off the top with the leaves and the very bottom, then tossed it into a separate bowl. She would have to do this several times, but she has happy for the company as she did so, as it was a long process for such a large bowl.

As Tobin first spoke his next line of words, she let out a samll giggle and a shake of her head. 'Typical Tobin." As he spoke, however, her smile faded, and as he basically told her to speak, she did. She knew that she probably shouldn't have been confiding in Tobin, but the underlining reason wasn't the one she thought of in her head. Girl things were better spoken with other girls, right? But, she really needed to let it go, and as she did, she watched him open his arms and she put down her carrot and the knife and bent down, nuzzling her head onto his shoulder. She took a deep breath after she was finished, but with his words she pulled her self back and looked at him, her head tilting. His voice, was different. There was small bits of his accent there, but that was it, there wasn't a real accent in other parts. She nodded with his words, but her eyes told him that she was rather confused at his change of tone. 'So, the accent.. It isn't real?' Really, the fox tail shouldn't have cared, as most people changed the tone of their voices to match their character, but, she hadn't even known.

At his next spurt of words, she wondered which she was, but, hadn't he said one of three? What was the third one?! Now, she was even more freaked out. Could she be the third option and not even know? And Tobin's true voice.. Oh, there was the third one. He must have been referring to her being power hungry. Well, she supposed that all adventurers were power hungry, but she was one looking and fighting for her own power, not anyone else. For her, it was mainly personality, though she figured she liked the dark mysterious ones, though she liked to laugh and have fun as well. If the two could combine and add in Tobin's sense of humor, and strangely his real voice, then she would probably find the perfect man.. Which would never happen.. Wow, she really was a lunatic.. She heard his last line and smiled softly at him, though really his words flew through one ear and out the other. That was it, she was a hoe. She decided at the moment that she was the first and second options.. how could she not be? Since being here, four men in total had a chance at her heart.

The thought passed her mind quickly as Tobin continued to speak. So, he thought she had to pick one out of three, try five?! Dammit, at this point, she was ready to quit. She didn't want to deal with the thoughts and her mind and heart could not, and would not work together! A little piece of her mind wondered about a fox tail she had met when she first arrived, but she hadn't seen him since the wedding, sometimes she wondered how he was, but she didn't think she really liked him, until she was around him, and then she was a ball of blushes. Her heart, well, that was set on Saber, but her mind disagreed fully and was set on Balore, and honestly leaning a little towards Tobin at that point, which was strange, because up until she heard his actually voice, she hadn't really even thought of him like that. Sure, she thought he was funny, and he was always fun to be around, but, behind his dwarf character, she had forgotten that there was some one there. That was it! She had to take a break! She couldn't see any of them.. not until she figured it out.. She decided that once this mission of food was finished for Sarum, she would leaving on a personal journey, and she wouldn't come back until she made a decision.. That was the only way to rid herself of this attack on her heart. She had to come to a decision. Choose one or none!

Even after he finished speaking, she stared at him, her mind racing. She had been sitting there, looking in his direction, but she really hadn't even seen him leave. He had filled her mind with wonder and slight confusion. 'What would I be happy.. to wake up to in the morning?" She shook her head, closing her eyes. She had some serious problems to deal with mentally. Perhaps she was looking to replace her experience. She was twenty one and not getting any older and the worst part was.. She was still a virgin! Maybe that's why her mind seemed to jump at any man who talked to her, but no, that wasn't correct. She had met lots of other adventurers who hadn't struck her fancy. "Maybe I will have some of that Rum." She opened her eyes and looked where Tobin had been before and narrowed them before searching the room. Had he.. Had he left?! She breathed deep and stood, going back to her station. She had been so consumed in her own mind that she hadn't even said good bye to him. She shook her head. "Focus on the task at hand Ame, focus.." Easier said than done. Sure, she peeled the carrots, but her mind kept stalling the process with her thoughts. She needed therapy. She wished she could call her therapist, the one who had helped her after the incident, but there was no way that she could. She would have to figure it out on her own. Yup, she couldn't wait for her lonely excursion. She needed some time to herself anyways.

Once the carrots were peeled and thrown into the bowl, she pulled the plastic wrap over each and stuffed them into a cooler. She needed to sleep, though her night would probably be sleepless now. She went out back to say good bye to Tobin, and thank him for the advice, but he was already gone and it was late, really late. She sighed and decided to just sleep in the tent. She felt exhausted, both mentally and physically and just didn't want to take the journey it would take to get to the Inn in Sarum, if it was even rebuilt, and the walk from the cathedral to her house was too far for her to walk, or she would have used Call of Home, but no, she was done for the night. She went to the front of the tent, the hard faced Elf no longer there, she found a blanket and curled herself up in a corner on a pile of soft supplies. She buried her head in the blanket and curled into a ball, sobbing softly. She felt awful about herself. She didn't want to lead any one on, but here she was, doing it. Her quiet sobs led her to fall asleep and she was out for the count, for the rest of the night.

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The next morning, she awoke. She stretched out her arms and let out a long yawn. She looked up at the hard face of the elf and tilted her head. She quickly got to her feet. "Oh, uhm, sorry. Work went late, so.. yeah, back to work!" She gave him a thumbs up behind tired eyes and rushed to the back. She was met by the happy, dwarven voice of Tobin, and she couldn't help but smile. It was strange how his attitude changed from Tobin, to, the man behind Tobin, but, it did, and it was pretty dirastic. She would lead on as she normally was as well. The night had given her time to think and decide that she would leave soon after this excursion, but she had to get her things done for it first. "My sleep was.. good.. and how about your's Tobin?" She called out to him in a similar happy manner, though she wouldn't admit to sleeping on a pile of supplies all night. "I hope you like it! i got the recipe from a Lander in the market! Sweet fellow he was!" She filled a giant pot full of water and turned the boiler on high, then she went and grabbed her supplies. It was time for some chopping!

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[Tobin]

(OOC: Gone shorter again. I can't write that well about small matters like tis very well *Canned Laughter* kittygrey  Ahahahah! I had also sent you a pm.)

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The squat fellow gave a wave into the tent as he heard her greetings; a big smile perhaps betrayed the sudden pleasant fluttering in his heart, a desire that the dwarf immediately regretted having as he turned back to his apparatus. Anger was relatively easy to tame compared to this emotion.

-Ahh brillent she’s here! Gah, what am I thinkin’? Of course she’s here, we both have jobs to do.-

"Hmm, just gotta screw tat part on- Ahh, done. This distilling still is up 'n' runnin' again."

It was a simple satisfaction from the dwarf, since the apparatus was designed to be assembled and disassembled by unskilled hands, it was really just a matter of bolting the pre-fabricated parts together and it was good to go. The distillery constructed was a simple instrument designed to achieve the separation from alcohol from less diluting components mash, the principles of the technique was as simple as the tools provided. The mash would be heated to boiling at around 130 degrees Celsius to ethanol’s boiling point, the ethanol vapour would be funnelled up from the container into the distillery itself that consisted of a copper tube within a reinforced barrel filled with water. The principle was that the diluents with higher boiling points would be cooled down back into the vapour form that would trickle back into the mash. The votitile, low boiling gasses meanwhile would travel up to the top of the coil into small copper container that was shaped to collect the vapours as it reformed into a distilled liquid that would trickle out. The result, A purified volatile spirit. Even the use of copper was a design feature, as it prevented the formation of ammonia, that often gave the alcohol an rotten eggy smell.

"I will probably stick some on in a bit, takes some time to come up to the boil."

It was then that the dwarf strolled back in with a gentle hum on his lips, the vodka/moonshine barrel was hosted off its stand to back outside, where the entire contents would be emptied into the heating drum. Once emptied the barrel was rolled to one side and with a kneel the flame was lighten, the gas burner would likely take some time to heat, so after depositing a glass bottle under the tap for now his job was done again, only the wait remained once more.

“Ahh well enough, tis was a nice Inn despite bein’ setup in a hurreh. Had a bath too, though ta water was a bit chilli.”

The there was a pause as the fellow seemed to focus his gaze under the lasses eyes, there seemed to be flicker of recognition in the orbs before a quiver of a grin danced across his lips, for whatever the dwarf had sought to confirm he had done . The dwarf poured the ice cold tea into a pair of large glass mugs, the herbal liquid a light brown, as was typical of brewed tea, yet when it was drunk there was certain sweet crispness added to the chilled beverage, the soft lemon and sugar was finely balanced against one another, indeed this was an attempt for the blasphemy brewing of sweetea with a hint of lemon, or iced tea.

-She hasn’t slept much. Was I too harsh yesterday? Ehhh, I guess that was what she needed to hear, though perhaps I shouldn’t have responded so sternly, I might have mistaken kindness for attraction. Though this feeling unsettles me.-

“Ya wanna stimulant ta start ta day? Tis is sweet tea, nut everythin’ I make gets ya drunk, though thure be plenteh oaf time fa that later. Bahahaha!”

The dwarern brew chuckled and cut off two pieces of the bread pudding, one of which he pushed toward the lass as Tobin wasn’t about to inquire before he had his first drink and meal of the day. Chances are she was preoccupied with preparing the gigantic stew so the dwarf would begin eating himself as his hand manipulated the corner wedge under the examination of his eyes, satisfied with the exterior crispy texture, the dwarf took a heafty bite out of it. The sigh of relief was immediate as he bit in, the crunchy, sugary outer crust gave way to the deep savoury sweetness of the damp middle. The flavours of the fruits came together to make a complex medley of textures, the dwarf sighed.

“HMMM, tell tat guy tha’ he’s onta a winner been quite a whil’ since I hadda taste of home lik’ tha’.” There was a breif pause as another tentative bite was taken, before a little wink was cast in the lasses direction “Tis beautiful, just a dash of cinnamon would be ta onleh advice, though then I luv tat spice anywah so tha’ be just me.” The dwarf smiled as he took a sip out of the mug, the usual herbal strength of the cold tea was enriched quite nicely by that of the sugar and the lemon extract. Hopefully it would prove more pleasing to the pallet then the First Impression.

“So, ya had given some thought to my advice then Ame? Though, I must apologise for last night, it was a long day.” Again he had defaulted to the tongue he had woven back in previous world, though unlike the prior before he still carried the relaxed demeanour that he usually carried. Underneath this exterior though there was a slight nerve that lay in the back of his mind that bothered him. Emotions of this affection lingered, something that ate away at him. To the point where the fellow drained his cup and directed the blue gaze at her as his wits were gathered about him, it was confession time.

-Oh sod it, if she shoots me down then at least it’s out of my hands-

“Well, I’m not much of a poker player so I’ll show ya my hand, I really like you Ame and I would like to get to know ya more sometime when your at peace with yourself.” There was a pause, was that too much? Tobin wouldn’t have thought so since all he had stated was his thoughts, after last night he didn’t have the bravado and already felt quite stupid for announcing his mind. “because so far I felt that’ you’re like a rubix cube, you don’t have a poker face as such but ya mixed up colours make it hard to figure out your angle.” At this point the squat fellow let out a humoured laugh laugh, the dwarf meant that in a good humoured way. “So what is your angle? Where would I have to twist to get a clear face.”

Oh, how smooth Dwarf.

Really?

Smooth as charkboard.

Bollocks!

Look on the bright side, at least you haven't stabbed her. XD

[kittygrey]

It's Raining Men...

Ame took out the peeled potatoes and carrots that she had skinned last night, along with onions, celery, the beef and last but not least, the extra beef brother, just for added flavor. She noticed that Tobin was out back doing is brewing thing for his line of the work and she began first sticking the large chunk of beef into the water. She had learned the recipe from her mother, to precook the beef, as some people just tossed it into the water and broth along with the vegetables, but this way, the broth would have more of a flavor to it and the stewed beef would be softer, chewier, rather than the alternative dryness. As the water boiled around it, she turned the heat down a little so that it wouldn't boil over the pot and turned to her the counter. She started dicing up the potatoes into decent sized chunks, making sure they weren't too think, but thick enough to be shown individually in the stew. There was nothing worse than not being able to taste each ingredient individually to her. She wanted the people of Sarum to enjoy the taste of everything together, but it became something more when you were able to taste it differently as well, or so she thought anyways. She hadn't realized how many potatoes she had actually skinned yesterday, ut even still, it would be enough to fill the bowls of the villager's twice over, perhaps even three, depending on how heavy the broth would be.

She looked up as she saw Tobin come from the back and raised her brow at his comment about his sleep and the inn that they had set up. "Glad to hear it." She smiled lightly and continued to cut her potatoes into chunks. She was almost finished when he had spoken to her again. She looked up and sighed lightly. She could use some tea and some food. She hadn't realized it, but her eating habits hadn't been very well as of late with everything being on her mind at once. She nodded and put her finger up to insinuate one more minute and diced the last of the potatoes up before coming around the counter. She sat down on a stool and looked down at the tea. "Wow, this looks delicious!" She watched as he pushed a piece of her homemade cake towards her. She smiled at him and accepted it, her stomach giving her low growls of hunger. "Thank you." She smiled and picked up the tea, putting the glass mug to her lips and allowing the tea to caress the inside of her mouth. She let out a soft sigh and placed it back down. "Wow, it is delicious!" She looked at him and watched him take a bite of the cake and she giggled as he spoke, his accent back and clear as the day.

"I'll be sure to tell him that!" She clapped her hands together happily and gave herself a mental note to try it again, but add some cinnamon next time. She too, took a bite and her eyes went wide. It was her first time trying it and man, it was delectable! She had some others in her inventory that she wanted to try, but it was a much better experience to share it with someone of the culture. She vowed that when she got home, she would make it for her mother and her family. They would probably be grossed out at first, because it was made with day old bread, but after they tried it, they wouldn't be saying such things. She took another bite and then picked up her tea, sipping on it, then she looked up again as Tobin spoke. She felt her eyes lower themselves, but rise again as she nodded. "It's alright, I asked for it, and truly, I think I have made my decision." She shifted her gaze back to the bread and stared at it, thinking about her thoughts last night. With his next set of words, her face shot up and she stared Tobin in the eyes with hers wide. 'Is he implying what I think he is?' She put her hand around the back of her neck. She wasn't really sure what to say, especially with his comment about her being a rubix cube and where to twist her to get a clear face. She sighed, wanting to be careful with her words. "I don't really know how to answer your question, I mean, the face I've always shown is my true face. I've never been in a relationship and I really wasn't trying to be, uhm, well, flirty with anyone or anything, but it seems like I might come off like that, don't I?" She took a deep breath and pushed her finger onto her cake, her appetite slowly going away, and it wasn't because of him, but she was eating herself up on the inside. "I've decided to take a journey and figure out in my mind and heart what it is I want. I don't want to say that I won't give you the chance to get to know me, but I don't want to promise you either, because, my head and my heart are both leaning in different directions and I'd rather not make promises I might break. Please don't take it like I don't like you, but, right now, I can't say for sure if I like you in that way.. or not.. I'm sorry Tobin." She didn't want to hurt anyone and she really hoped that her saying the things she did didn't make him upset with her, but she needed to find herself, her true self, the balance between the introvert her and the extrovert her, then she could be at peace, then she could hopefully figured out what, and who, she supposed, she wanted to give her heart too, her life too. She sighed again and took another sip of the tea, nervousness running down her body as she waited to hear what he would say back to her.

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It isn't the quality, but the quantity that matters :)

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

[Tobin]

(OOC: Quantity achieved, I will be a level 90 brewer in no time! Woooooooooo kittygrey I hope this proves entertaining enough, though I am starting to draw blanks)

WC: 1385

The dwarf smiled as she complimented his drink, Tobin couldn’t help but be proud when anyone complimented his products. "Tis a common miscontraception tha' brewers are only good at makin' alcoholic drinks, tis just our most desired role since ther’ ‘re few people who dun’t lik’ a drink.”

The Dwarf's reaction to her response was at first fairly quiet. A characteristic chuckle rumbled from his throat as Ame shot a gaze at him, though that turned to a silence as she began to calmly reply to his curious advance. The fellow leaned forward's slightly on the table to comfortably bare his weight on one shoulder as he took periodic sips from his cup. Initially his gaze was unflinchingly focused on maintaining his causal, half open eye contact as she explained her stance on her thoughts upon that, though his gaze wandered around the room periodically as she moved on to explain her stance. Sure, Tobin did feel particularly awkward at making an attempt to bridge a gap that he had perceived to have needed filling, but part of it was that he found prolonged eye contact partically uncomfortable and that it was undoubtable she that felt awkward at having to state out the reasons diplomatically. Towards the end the Dwarf gave a deep, long sigh as the near empty mug was set down and, with a slight pained expression as his hand was cupped over his chest, the dwarf keeled over backwards with a loud thud, tongue rolling out of his mouth. Before one could become too concerned with the well-being of the squat, a loud laughter roared from under the table as the broad fellow used the table to support his rise once more.

"Ahahahah! Ya make it sound like rejectin' me is gonna kill me, trust me, I got thick skin so you shouldn't you be worryin' about that. I'm the one who prodded ya 'bout it and thus I should be the one to take the ‘fall’ for askin'."

The Dwarf winked as the rumble continued to erupt from his throat his chest felt heavy with regret but Tobin knew with his head that he had been partically foolish this time, the least he could do was to not ruin the mood. The very least Tobin could do was bridge the gap once more.

“Tis my mistake anyways, I never meant ta say tha’ you were hiddin’ anything and I hope ya know that I don’t mean ta offend ya, just, well tha’ you weren’t sure what it was you were looking for and I- well, I must have misunderstood your conversati- no your body langag-no, ya know what, the what's are not important. It's my bad in any case" It was quite apparent that the Dwarf was quite flustered, so naturally Tobin chose to divert the conversation away from himself. "What's importent there’s no shame in being confused, I wake up some mornings wonderin’ what I be doing that day.” Tobin stretched his chin through the beard as he paused for thought, perhaps that wasn’t an accurate comparison it was true. Beyond what he did, there seemed to be no future aside from adventures and money making, aside from that next big achievement such the next kill. “I’m glad you made a choice fa yourself anyways, it goes without sayin’ that you should take good care of yourself and if tis one bit of advice I can giv’ ya, tis tha’ a fist full of laughter is often ta best remedy fa all of life’s problems. The moment ya forget ta laugh and smile- Well, that’s when ya lose a bit of ya humanity.” The dwarf rose an eyebrow and gave her hair , perhaps inadvertently drawing a parrel to Saber, admittedly he had no idea that the stranger was he. Though that much was true, he had fought many things and seen many other things, perhaps likely without his rose tinted slant he would have easily become a much more hardened adventurer. The tendency to joke around kept his feet firmly grounded. “And plus laughin’ always makes ya feel better. So ya, don’t be forgettin’ who ya are on ya journey, alright Ame?”

With that the Dwarf slid off the chair and briefly stared at her, as though he had observed something for the first time. “Oh, and make sure you find a good bed on ya journeys, sleepin’ rough makes ya feel tired.” Another, knowing wink accompanied that statement as he gently traced his fingers under his own eyes with a soft chuckle. What did the wink mean? Was he still being flirty? Had he noticed she was tried? Did he know about her uncomfortable sleep? None of that he elaborated before with as the dwarf downed the remainder of his slice, accompanied by a slight smile and with a brisk stroll he carried himself outside, to kneel before his apparatus as he muttered under his breath.

“Ya a stupid bastard, wha’ ya be goin’ doin’ tha’ for.”

-You already knew she was conflicted. Why did ya bother asking?-

-I made a promise with myself to be honest with me and I actually wanna help her, I just have no frigging idea how to. Though I should have kept that to myself, last thing she wanted was a novelty midget hittin’ on her. Not as if I can change anything now though.-

The fellow seemed to find his statement amusing as the fluid already began to trickle out in a gentle clear stream from the port nozzle. The fellow whipped a finger into the flow to gather the clear liquid before he popped it in his mouth, immediately rewarded with the kick felt the kick of the liquor burned out his taste buds, a twist of his lips as he fetched more glass jars confirmed his success. The steady creaking and groaning of flexing metal a therapeutic resonance to his ears.


A gentle hum joined that chorus as a tune from the old world rumbled from his lips as he observed the liquid, the still continued to disgorge the fluid at a steady rate, a jar half-filled every three minutes only to be replaced with another. It was only when the stream slowed to a trickle that the dwarf emptied another into the heating drum, the trickle ceased a minute later, which wasn’t unusual since the raw material took time to heat up evaporation temperature. The Dwarf did a quick inventory of the eleven jars and with a satisfied grin he returned to the kitchen with them bundled each arm, placing them upon the table.

Would Kitty be still there? The dwarf would flash a grin if so, as if nothing had happened like every ‘responsible man’ tended to do. To dilute the moonshine that the dwarf took a funnel with a silk cloth and replaced the apple flavoured jars, which he poured the particulate filled contents into the improvised filter, the liquid penetrated through the material that left the participated matter on the cloth. Once the jar had been fully filled, it was a simple process of flicking off the excess matter into a bin before repeating the process for each jar. Soon enough all the jars would be filled and he would leave them on the table as he attended the distiller and repeated the process, this time returning with more jars to dilute with fresh water. By the time he was on his third and final batch of moonshine, adding in a strawberry purie, it would likely be around a hour and a half since the previous conversation. The Dwarf cast a glance back at the barrels of rum that he had started to prepare earlier and thought on a moment

-If I start doing them now, I might be able to get a couple of bottles out of one… Ahhh whatever, I can make the money back, the lass wanted rum, I’m at least gonna smuggle a few bottles out oaf ‘ere before I’m done.-

The dwarf wordlessly took one of those barrels and wordlessly poured the contents in the distiller, before the fellow hopped back up onto the table. It would probably take another half hour, and by now it was likely nearing noon.

“So, can I sample som’ of ya stew yet lassie?”

[kittygrey]

Peace, Happiness and Love

Ame let out a small laugh as he explained that most people just assumed all that brewers could make was alcohol. She instantly felt bad, as she was one of the people who, until very recently, had also had that misconception, but it was good to see a class able to create different things than what their name suggestion, although, it she really thought about it, you did have to brew tea, and other things as well. Not that she was a dunce or anything, but at that moment, she had half expected a dunce cap to appear on her head mysteriously and shove her into the nearest corner. She didn't know a lot about the other classes, as she focused mainly on her own, but it was nice to know that if she ever wanted some hot tea, or even the sweet tea again, she had a go to for it.

She tilted her head as he cupped his hand over his heart, and stood quickly as she heard the thud on the floor. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open as she stood there in bewilderment, but with the laughter, she let out a soft sigh and sat back down, shaking her head. Once he had finished speaking she looked at him and smiled. "You scared me half to death, you know!" Her voice was an exclamation point but she calmed herself and took another sip of her tea, looking down at it. She pouted into the glass, seeing it already pretty much finished, but then took the pout away and looked back at Tobin as he began to speak. She listened carefully to his words, her thoughts of her reactions to things coming to light as he too had misunderstood her conversation and her body language. She felt a small giggle escape her lips and she nodded as he spoke of not being ashamed to feel confused. She tilted her head when he spoke and nodded, hearing his words and agreeing with them. If there was one thing she truly didn't want to lose in all of this, it was her mind. She wanted to remain pure and whole hearted, even if people mistook it as something else. She would laugh and smile and indeed, when she made her decision, she would continue to live on and be happy, knowing that she herself had made it, even if her heart, or mind, or anyone else thought it was wrong. It was her life and she wanted to be happy, no, she had the right to be happy, so her decisions were her own to make. She smiled to Tobin and nodded. "Promise. I'll still be Ame when I come back." Her smile grew wider and the familiar pink flush that often touched her face appeared. She was happy that she had spoken to Tobin. He had mentored her in animal training, and now the dwarf would mentor her through life.

She felt her head tilt at his next statement, but nodded, laughing lightly at his wink with a small shake of her head. 'Damn it, does he know I slept on supplies last night?' The thought brought about a chuckle, but she wasn't about to say it out loud, in case he really didn't know. She finished off the last of her tea and the bread pudding and stood. "Thank you for sharing Tobin, I really needed that!" She patted her stomach and let out a soft, satisfied sigh and wandered over to the bubbling pot. She opened the lid and smiled. They had been talking so long that the broth was pretty much finished. She took a pair of large tongs and fished the large chunk of meat out of the pot. She took the beef stock and plopped it into the giant pot of beef flavored water, stirring it so that the stock could melt it's flavor into the water. Once she completed that task, she chopped up the onions and the celery. Once she finished that, she added the carrots, onion and celery into the pot and took the large chunk of cooked beef. She cut it into think square chucks and plopped it into the stew. She put the lid on it, letting it boil all together for about 10 minutes and then she added the potatoes. She popped the lid back on and began to clear the dishes away, washing them and placing them back where she found them. She began to hum softly as she cleared the area, until she heard Tobin come back in the room he had left. She turned and smiled with a nod. "I can let you try the broth, but the stew isn't ready yet. The potatoes still need to cook."

As she opened the lid, the room would be filled with the smell of homemade stew and she grabbed a ladle and a bowl. She took some of the broth and laid it out in the bowl, shutting the lid on the pot. Putting down the ladle, she turned to Tobin and walked the bowl over to him. She held it out and said, "careful, it's hot." She smiled and would wait for him to take the bowl and sip it. The flavors of the vegetables and the beef would be there, though they were absent from the bowl itself. She hoped that it turned out to be good, good enough to serve anyways. She didn't doubt her cooking abilities, but she had never cook such a large portion of anything before in her life. She hoped the large pot would bring the flavors together more than not, but she hoped it wasn't too over powering. Sometimes having the ingredients all together could mix up the taste of it, but she doubted it would do that, it was still a game after all, how in depth could the mechanics behind cooking really be? Though, she did have a trick up her sleeve if it was over powering, but she hoped it wasn't.

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And I, level 90 chef XD

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

[Tobin]

(OOC: I donno what kind of post I was expecting to write today. Pm me if any complaints. XD The Surprise is at the end! kittygrey)


WC: 1595

A slight flicker of his eyebrow accompanied the explanation of surprise, the dwarf simply shrugged as poured him and her another serving of the sweet tea as though it was a trivial matter. “Well if I didn’t, then tis would be awkward, or more awkward. Ahahah!” Tobin continued as he intended to go on as he rambled on with his jolly yet considered comments. The Dwarf gave a characteristic rumble as her face became aglow as he felt that shudder after all, it was hard not to be moved when she beamed like that. Just as well the Dwarf didn’t know about string theory to peak into other thr-

-Oi author, what the feck ya mean by tha’-

-Shhhhh. Read the script.- The Dwarf paused as he picked up the script that materialised on his table, arched an eyebrow with a slight chuckle and scratched his head as he tossed the paper back beyond the ether. Did he wink at the 4th wall?

–Hmmm, alright, none of that then.-

“Aye I certainly hope so, ya a pleasant lady as is, but people change out there ya know the wilds will certrainly do that ya. Tha’ bein’ said, at level 25 ya should be safe provided ya don’t get into any fights with high level folks.”

In any case as Tobin worked, a new idea cropped up in his head, a curious idea that had sprung from his own advice.-How much have I changed since I started out?- The key with Tobin is that not many of his changes were external, visible changes, but ones that occurred in him. The Dwarf’s hands worked the still automatically as he changed the glass jars as his mind became lost in contemplation, his mind a canvas for the countless battles and events he had endured since his new life. Even right at the start of the game he had taken an adventurer, no several adventurers lives so unlike some he had dirtied his hands so early on that he hadn’t comprehended the act until hours after the riots.

After that? He met the top level in the Lands’ end, helped out and was inducted into Aeryn, since then his life had been filled with countless adventures, of slaying creatures of the depths, taming his first pet companion, even felling several Justin Bieber lookalikes-

-Are all my accomplishments in this new life just about fighting? Is there nothing I am going to leave as a lasting impression? No ambition like in the previous world? -

The fellow paused as once again he changed moonshine jars, wafting a finger under the flow briefly in order to sample its pure, burning flavour before he slouched back on his small stool and looked up to the sky to observe of geese migrating down south, then he turned the glass jar in his hand and gave it a shake and observed as the bubbles remained in the liquor, a good sign of proofing. With a nod the thick container was laid next to others like it.

-Well, I guess there is this is something to show for it. That somewhere, someone is drinking liquor I made.- A chuckle of amusement rang from his throat. –I guess that’s something, after all, I put some good hours in the Australian kiss to learn my trade, catered for a huge wedding and even now I’m helping supply a major outpost and making some quality drinks on the side, despite being one of the only brewers on this server. Still, I’m not much use to this country as I am, I would be surprised if I was even within the top 50 ratings by this point. Inevitably server wars have been a thing that happened in previous instalments and those players will probably be close to that threshold, if not already there, I gotta up my game and do something even more incredible to get there.- His gaze turned out towards the distant peaks of the highlands, where the legendary Stonehenge was meant to reside, a construct that had opposed the advance of this rebirth of a nation. –Perhaps I just need to get up there, take that bugger on and carve my name into history then maybe people will actually start taking me serously.-

-Oi, dwarf, stop top loading your brewing posts with meaningless monologs and just get on with it.-

-Oh, right , sorry. It’s not like people want to read this in the middle of a scrafty after all, is it?-

The Dwarf gave a shrug as he loaded on the cider barrel after an exceedingly long montage and sat down at table. All this time he seemed distracted or otherwise preoccupied with his thoughts, after all, the squat fellow didn’t really have much else to say to her. After all he felt no particular urge to breach the silence at this time. The dwarf eyed the booth that was put before him, the both served in a small bowl to be directly. There was a pause as he wafted his nose over it as he sampled the aroma of the dish, a slight, contented sigh given as his immediate response. It was then that he put his lips to it and tilted his head back, taking a slight sip of the contents that he immediately blew air over to cool off. It was then that the sensation of flavour tingled off the pallet of his tongue as his imagination took him home.

“Well, ya just wait here a sec, I’ve just tha’ surprise for ya."

Tobin quickly disappeared out through the flaps of the tent and was pleased that the golid fluid had already trickled out in a river into the tankard he had left under it. It was then that a curious thought occurred to the Dwarf as he briefly tasted the product, as gold bodied rum it was surprisingly favourable and rich for its colour, accented by the slight sweet twang of cinnamon and distilled of any participles.

-Ahhh perfect-

Satisfied it was presentable, the fellow flicked out a bronze coin that he briefly palmed, a rather unexceptional coin by most standards aside from a couple of choice features. The gave a slight nod as he slipped the coin into the brew and let it settle, where it rested invisible against the brown hued bottom as he gave a rumbling chuckle and came back into the tent as he forced down the urge to laugh as he placed the great tankard before the lass.

“Ya wanted rum, I got a pint et freshly distilled rite ‘ere!” He let a eyebrow rise before he chuckled. “’n’ don’t worreh, ‘bout it, a little stiff drink before you work shouldn’t get ya drunk, just a wee bit merry but that’s fine no?”

At that point the dwarf quietly observed as he took a quick drink of his sweet tea. It was only as she got close to the bottom that she found the foreign artefact left in her brew. It was a simple rounded bronze coin that bore a considerable amount of wear around the edges where the Tobin’s fingers had handed it to the extent that it left broad, sallow indents in its surface, a result of when it had been twirled it between his fingers as coordination or as a stress reliever. Away from the edge however the details of the coin were as sharp as the day it was formed, indented into the broad surface was a simple shield that simply bore the name of Aeryn in bold capitals. There wasn’t any identifying marker on this coin in particular to denote whom it belonged to nor was it the official Aeryn logo, as this coin was forged long before the logo itself existed, on the flipside it was identical with a fist instead of a shield.

Inevitably, the lass would turn her inquiry to the fellow, only to find the dwarf had swept both his hands over the table and with a deft sleight of hand, the coin was pressed to the centre of her palm as Ame’s hand was simultaneously cupped between his two large palms as he gave her a firm handshake, while it wasn’t quite to the extent of crushing her hand accompanied by that big, booming laugh that was so characteristic to him. A flicker of an Aeryn Guild invite danced over her hud.

“Welcome to the navy lassie! Ya accepted the royal crown, now ta put cha ta service like dem oldie days!” The Dwarf flashed a wink as he suppressed the booming laughter that followed, this method of recruitment in particular was one such thing that appealed to his sense of humour, before he continued “In all seriousness, ya will probably need a home ‘n’ Aeryn needs a healer and ya probably know a lot of them at the wedding, so what about it Ameratsu? Ya want a home ‘n’ a community ta come back ta?“ There was a pause, then he shrugged slightly “well, that and it would be good to have someone around who isn’t going to toss me. You have no idea how annoyin’ tha’ gets.”

The Dwarf held both her gaze and her hand throughout the quick and informal recruitment procedure. Of course Tobin would release her hand regardless of what her given answer was, though it would be only when she accepted that the coin would be left in her hand as a small commemoration gift, followed by a firm pat on the shoulder and a big grin.

“Welcome aboard, lassie.”

[kittygrey]

Tasting the Rum

Ame smiled and nodded her head as a thank you to Tobin for her second cup of tea which she happily sipped at. The soothing concoction helped her to regain the energy she had lost by sleeping on a pile of supplies, regardless of whether they were soft supplies or not, probably pillows and blankets for the villagers, a bed was always a much better sleep. She thought about what he said about the wilderness changing a person. She wasn't going to be pleased with the way she would have to spend her sleeping time out there and it might possibly make her hate long adventures as she certainly didn't want to spend her time sleeping on a hard ground, but it was necessary. Plus, she was sure that there would be small villages that she could enter and find herself a nice warm bed for a night or two. Other than that, she really didn't worry about it. She knew she could hold her own and if she absolutely needed to, she would run away as fast as possible if she was faced with an over sized monster, or a higher level player killer. She knew when to stand her ground and when to run, well, mostly when to run. Actually, the only time she should have ran, she didn't. Oh god. All of a sudden she thought that maybe this journey of hers was a bad idea.

Ame mentally shook the thoughts out of her head as she watched Tobin take up the bowl. Anticipation coursed through her veins as she watched his expression warily. She would know if he didn't like it, it was hard to not pick up on such a feeling. But as he sniffed it and put the bowl to his lips, she watched the sensations of her stew reach his face and she couldn't help but smirk. Though he didn't say anything about it, she knew that he had enjoyed the complex taste of the simple ingredients. She then tilted her head as he got up off of his stool and wandered away for a moment, bringing over a flask as he returned filled with a golden liquid/ She looked at it and took it in her hand, then looked at Tobin with a small smile. "Thank you." She looked back to the glass and shurgged her shoulders. "I guess, bottom's up." A soft giggle escaped her lips and she put the glass to her lips, taking back to golden liquid, only stopping when no more came out, but instead, she felt a clunk against her lips. She took the glass away and took the coin in her hand. Her mouth was on fire and she let out a small cough, her face giving off a look that her throat was on fire, but as she pursed her lips and shook her head, suddenly, the taste set in and she found herself licking her lips. Now, she looked back to the coin.

She raised her glance to Tobin as he spoke of her joining the guild he was in. She looked back to the coin and thought. 'A community to go back to? A home?' She felt the coin slide from her fingers into her palm as she thought about her decision for a moment. She had many friends, but she did feel a little lonely from time to time and though she currently resided with a Lander that she had met, she did want to take up a place of her own. He said from the wedding, right? Perhaps that meant that Rey and Mab and the bride and groom were apart of it. That's right, Rey had told her to sit with him in the guild section. She closed her hand around the coin in her hand in a fist and nodded her head. "Right, I accept!" She smiled widely and then confusion fluttered through her. "What do you mean, toss you around?" She tilted her head and tried to remember if she had witness him being tossed around at the wedding, but nothing came to her mind. Perhaps he meant tossed around as they used him or something, or.. She shook her head. 'No way, it couldn't be physical, that's just silly.' Little did she know how silly it really was.. that it was true!

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- Notes -
I'm sorry about the filler.. just can't.. it's good enough, but your post was a million times better XD

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

[Tobin]

(OOC: Oh god, Dwarf in story telling mode, prepare thy for embellished tales! Kind of turned out this way sorry. XD kittygrey)

WC: 1054

After the jolly fellow had taken a sip from the broth, there was a that of silence followed and though the Dwarf acknowledged the smirk, it was only then that it occurred to the fellow that he had forgotten quite important that Tobin burst into laughter.

“Gahahahahah! Sorreh ‘bout that, tis is great! Ya could even say et took mah breath away.”

Naturally that was accompanied with a wink. It wasn’t as if the author had forgotten to respond to the stew she had toiled so hard (six posts to be exact) to make. If Dwarf was a real gentleman, he would of die from an oraligasm this moment! Good thing Tobin was only a Dwarf thus there was no such gent expectation of him!

The Dwarf monitored the lasses expression with a single humoured laugh, ha, ha, though by the time the half-strider had got to the third his smile dropped. “Wait ya seriously didn’t know?” The dwarf felt his manly aura evaporate like alcohol in a tavern as he visibly paled, accompanied by an ever present huff as one could even say the kitty was out of the bag. “Right, tis is gonna need another drink or two ta explain tis one.”

The squat fellow popped out of the tent with her mug and back in after a minute or so, this time both mugs were half filled as he slid one across to her and took a sip himself, a pause as he swirled the flavoursome fluid over his pallet. A slight rise of an eyebrow seemed to play on his forehead.

“Nut bad fa a rushed product. Could be a bit richer.”

The dwarf paused as he stroked his beard as thoughts were gathered before the tales continued.

“Aye, I mean physically picked up ‘n’ tossed lika salad. Ta give ya a history, tis mainly tha’ small girl in Aeryn, ta lassie tha’ got married ta Kumori? That lass is currently ta strongest player in the server, crashed one of their drunkin’ games when I first came here and drunk four the strongest players in tis land, those two, Oxford and ta Ice bitch rite undar ta table after a long night. Tis were how I got in width ta crew so to speak since I gained some novelty with them” The stocky fellow gave a chuckle as his normally sharp gaze was hazed, a more gentle smile on his features as though he had gazed back to that time. None of them knew that a brewer was alcohol immune back then, so naturally he had won quite effortlessly with a bit of masterful activing, though truth be told not even he could remembered how that night ended. “Needless ta say ta lass took some interest ‘n’ offense ta tha’, so later on after I cut mah teeth tamin’ tha’ demon rabbit Hyz, she cornered me, pinned me down and took me in ta Aeryn by force.” The dwarf froze “Woah woah no not like tha’, she literally sat on me until I accepted ta invite as since she were level 55 at ta time I could hardleh say no! Ahahahah!”

“In any case, lik’ thure were tis one time, when I were still level one when we got confronted by a pack of three level 40 weasels on a tamin' mission, just hur, Capsule ‘n’ a laddie scared of everything. Wha’ cha think she did thure?” There was a pause as Dwarf allowed time for guesses to be made, before he continued with a low rumble as he embellished the tale royally; with each toss he swung his arm over the table with a dramatic tossing motion. “She picked meh up and tossed me into all three da buggers, killin’ them and brin’ me from level 1 ta 14 in a single moment. Believe me lassie; she’s thrown me at a lotta things over the months, cleanin’ up London? She chucked me around Buckingham palace several times and broke down the gates usin’ me. Then there was that time when I was runnin’ tha’ bar the Australian kiss, threw me there was well when drunk. Oh ‘n’ that time she woke up from a nap after a huge drink up, after fending off several Bieber lookalikes? She punched me and shattered evereh bone in my body. And tha’s how I became level 55 so quickly! Fun times! Though it makes ya wonder whether she likes me around, oar loves ta hate me. Gahahahah!”

The dwarf laughed at this as his expressions were animated throughout though whether Kitty would find it half as amusing as Dwarf did was questionable. After all, one had to have a pretty morbid sense of humour to take punishment as much as one did; sometimes really have to wonder whether he had masochist tendencies or simply was that enduring a person. Though for some reason Tobin was in a particular story telling mood though he wasn’t’ quite sure as to whether the “grasshopper” enjoyed his somewhat disjointed rambling’s, so followed the start of a tale more concrete.

“Well, et were not always like tat mind ya. There were tha’ one time when we level synced ta take on a black lagoon in ta swamps of London. Just me ‘n’ her ta get a vaccine fa a plague that ravaged those tha’ had bathed in tis swamps. Trackin’ ta fella was easeh enough since he made ta confront us with its camouflage to ambush us ‘n’ well one barrage of mah fists sent flyin’ cross the lake lik’ a yellow bellied bastard. Wha’ ya think happened then?” Another rumble, did anything cease to amuse this fellow? Again he let the silence hang as the tankard was scooped up and the contents downed in one, a slight satisfied sigh as he tingled. “Well, tis a interestin’ tale, but I’m sure I’ve rambled on enough. I don’t wanna be borin’ ya Ame.”

The Dwarf paused with a chuckle and that cheeky wink, tis was often a trait of a storyteller to leave the viewer pining for more and in this case it seemed a good time as any to pause briefly, that tormenting fellow! After all, though the first patrons would be arriving soon enough there would still be time, though now that he thought about it, that sour face hadn’t shown up in some time.

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Slurring Words

In response to tasting her stew, as Tobin spoke, Ame smiled widely and bowed her head gratefully to him. "I'm glad you like it! Thank you!" She brought her face back up and as Tobin spoke once again and with his speech, and then his leaving, Ame tilted her head. 'We need to be drunk for this one? Huh?' As he came back into the room, she took her mug and gulped half of it down. "Tatses gud ta mee!" From the first one, she was already pretty drunk, but now, her face was flushed pink from the drink as she would listen to Tobin speak of the dwarf throwing girl.

"Yer tellin me, a girl, picked you up.. and actually threw you?! And who in the bejebus is Ice Bitch? Wai wud they call emself that?" She gulped down the rest of her drink and held out her glass to Tobin, basically asking for another? Okay, so yes, she heard the story, understood it, but she was drunk, so deal with the consequences of giving her alcohol Biscuie! "Okay.. okay.. Beiber.. like.. that weird baby kid? She just tosses you.." Ame felt her hands rise to her head as she held it there. In her mind, she pictured the bride, short, cute, innocent.. Picking up the dwarf before her, short, shout, yet, muscley.. And throwing him?! "Bride, dwarf, toss?!" For some reason, she couldn't get her mind around it. She looked at Tobin, eyes narrowing in at him and tilted her head. "Gavin," she stood and wandered over to him and put her arm around him in a drunken manner. "I don' think therrs a soul on ear-  uh.. Elderr Taale.. Tha wudn like yuu! Huh?" And just when you think she's there, she's gone again. "You took a swim in a sch-uamp? Wait.. wha' happen?" She realized that Tobin hadn't actually finished his story and she laughed and patted him on the head. "Ipassimble! Yu couldn't bore me even if yu tried!!" Then it actually hit her. "Is drunk... I told yu Iwash gunna get drumk.. hehe, drumk.. I mean drunk!"

She shook her head and took a few breaths in, breathing deeply, trying to release herself from her drunken state, however, it was an 'impassimble' task and she ended up just laughing loudly. "Comon, I wanna hear the resht of ta storeh!" She patted his back and waited for him to continue.

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I.. clearly have never written a drunk post before.. so.. sorry if it's sloppy XD (and super short >.>)

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Modified by KittyGrey

[Tobin]

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There were two facts that Dwarf had rapidly come to understand, first of all the lass had adopted an accent remarkably similar to his and that she had grown a tendency to loudly interrupt him. Gavin had taken care to turn toggle off the –Detox- ability so he could share in her merriment yet even he, though quite jolly, had never seen anyone go from sober to jolly quite in the way she had done. A

-Wait, she’s drunk already? That was quick!-

“Ya, I know rite? All them Biebers were played by women as well, suited the annoyin’ runt. Bahahah! But aye, she might nut look like et, but tha’ lass is strong. Like tha’ earth, it spins once every day, takin’ us all along fa the ride. Ahahahah! Tis a funny thought.”

The experasation only increased as she wrapped the arm around his shoulder and gave a hug, the warmth that radiated from the pinked cheeks and chest made the fellow slightly queezy, yet the scent proved to be too relaxing in his intoxicated state. It was a rarely know fact that Tobin himself was actually wasn’t a huge drinker, just behind the brewer screen no one could know!

“Ahhh, ye too kind Ame, ya-“ The Dwarf froze momentarily to contemplate his thoughts before he finally got out what he meant to say, it was like looking directly into the sun as the squat found it difficult to keep the gaze fixed on her. “Its’ fine, soam of mah reputation is well earned. But aye, I will continue ye tale, get ya self comfortable.” There was a pause as again the dwarf took a dwarf of the vodka and drew on its strength to persist on.

“Well, I simpleh grabbed Caer by her back and tossed ‘er aftar ta the beast. I thought it were funneh ta do it ta othar way around fa a change. Well, least till she landed next ta creature and got sucked undar. Ta paraphrase et let me put it tis way; she swallowed moar drink then she talked, so needless ta say I didn’t know she couldn’t swim so she guts dragged undar. It were no question ta what I had ta do next, width a sharp dive I plunged aftar the beast and pulled mahself down aftar hur, into the lair where et had complete mastery ovar tis movement and I, weakened by ta crushin’ weight of water. What did I do thur, I hear ya ask?”

There was a momentary pause to build up anticipation, after all even if the captive audience was likely intoxicated to a state where any story sounded amazing the dwarf had to show off. To aid his concentration another drink was finally poured, the third drink for both of them to enjoy.

“I shoved mah fist between them and struck et with a shockwave and yanked tha’ fox hair from tis grasp ‘n’ rippin’ an eye from it’s socket. Then, half draggin’ half swimmin’ we scrambled ta the surface when the bastard caught up ta me, a firm yank drew mah back down ‘n’ onleh graspin’ fa the roots did I not disappear rite ta the bottom. Tis was when I were in tis fierce life ‘n’ stealth struggle with ta beast tha’ I were lost in options, ta either struggle oar go to ta bottom, tryin’ ta crush it with ya last breath tha’ Caer drew her sword fa me ta first time and shoved it through tis head while hur rabbits rended it limb by limb, slayin’ et and sendin’ tis corpse down to the depths. It was when I emerged from ta filthy watur tha’ I had discovered ta most important, sensitive fact ‘bout ta beast. Ya wanna know?”

Another pause, this time largely because he had lost concentration on where he had been goin’ with this tale.

“First, ya dun’t feck with wabbits otherwise they tare ya bloodeh doors off ‘n’ secondleh ya dun’t wear a school uniform when ya seekin’ undurwatur mobs overwise everybodeh be knowin’ wha’ cha be wurin’. Oh, ‘n’ power of friendship, great, ‘n’ all that.” A big rumbling laughter escaped as he tilted his head back at the tales end and for a moment the half strider seemed lost in thought, his mind ailed by the ethanol. “Ya, got a tale oaf ya own ta tell, grasswopper?” Another laugh accompanied that, though something gave the impression that even he didn’t know exactly what entertained him this time. Unlike Ame, Gavin hadn’t quite twigged onto the fact that he was intoxicated as he rarely drank without the detox switched on, as such his tolerance had declined since joining the game. After the tale, his blurry eyed gaze fixed to that of Ame’s as he slurred out an important question.

“Ya know, purhaps ya need ta go ta go and get a earleh sleep, tis seems ya a bit bladdered, unlike me. I can walk ya thure, I’m still sobur aftur all.”

Yeah, denial was a bastion Tobin took shelter in. A drunk dwarf trying to guide a similarly intoxicated foxtail to a decent place to sleep, nothing could possibly go wrong, right?


(OOC: Pfft, Dwarf’s spelling got worse as the post went on. Feel free to describe the journey as I just intend it to be helrious! Though I think Dwarf will likely be heading off soon, in fluff terms going off to fight Stonehenge. ^__^)

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The Last Stretch

Ame listened with great interest to the tale Gavin told to her. She was so intrigued by his story and the swamp that she nearly forgot where they were. She couldn't imagine the things he was saying, tossing a poor girl into water and not knowing she couldn't swim. She laughed at that fact only because she knew Tobin would have gone in after her, so she knew that the girl had been fine, even still she let out a soft, relieved sigh as he explained that he went in after her. She leaned in close to hear the continuation. Her eyes widened at the mention of the beast dragging him back down and she leaned in more, becoming enthralled in the tale. She took the third glass that he poured for her and held it in both hands, sipping gently on it. Her head felt like it was spinning, but she didn't notice too much as she listened to the Tales of le Tobin, Lord High Dwarf of the Dwarves. She giggled at her own name for him, but nodded frantically as he asked if she wanted to know what the most important and sensitive fact about the beast was, and she leaned in the slightest bit, the pause of anticipation nearly too much for her.

As Gavin finished his tale, Ame showed him a wide grin. "Goodness Tobin, das some tale ya just told meh. Mind blowin relleh!" She let out a small fit of amused giggles but then looked at him as he asked her for a tale. She tilted her head to the side and took another sip of her drink. "Nuffin I cud tell yah would be even close to one of yer tales of wonder.. Compared ta yuh, I bet I have some pretty boring storrehs." She thought about it for a moment. What sort of tale could she tell the Dwarf to impress him, but she just couldn't think of a single thing. Not that her life was boring, it was far from it, but his tales were so funny and awesome, half the time she couldn't imagine them actually happening, though she knew that it did. He didn't seem like the type to lie about his tales or anything really. He truly was a good man.

As he spoke again, Ame tilted her head, her tail swaying gently behind her and her ears perked up at the sound of his voice. "Tryin tah bring me ta bed already Gavin?" She let out a long laugh and slapped the table lightly. Wow, she didn't realize she could be so amused at herself, but she nodded her head. "Yah, dat might be a good idea, shudn be facin the people of Surum drunker than a.. a.. uhm.. drunk." Another giggle. Who was she kidding, she was not built for the life of the drink. Sure, it was super fun, but she knew that if she had more, she couldn't stop and them BOOM! Another wedding ceremony where she was blacked out. She wished she knew what all went on at that party, but perhaps it was better left untold. She downed the rest of her drink and gave a long stretch to the sky. "Ugh, considerin where I slept lass night, a bed wud be mighty nice righ' about nao.. Make shure Surum gets fed well alrigh.." She smiled lightly and got out of the chair, her head was spinning, but somehow she maintained a normal walk. She couldn't understand it, she had thought she would be falling all over the place, but she was fine, for now. Sh stumbled to the pot, stirred her stew and then held out her hand to the dwarf. "I'm readeh Gavin."

--We can end it after your next post if you'd like, or leave it here, either way, twas a fun adventure~ Nao we must finish Slendy Man!!!--

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Eh, Sorry  haven't posted till now, but I wanted to finish what we started at least XD

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Modified by KittyGrey