The Drunken Druid [Vixi] [Closed] 2/2

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 Every sip from the brass cup she held in her hand did little to drown out the sounds of merriment that took place within the walls of the inn. The Drunken Druid was the only tavern that stood within the lower levels of the St. Pancreas Station, but nothing about it screamed regal or satisfying, at least not to her. During her travels, she had seen many beautiful sanctuaries temples and homes of nobility- even abandoned Alvish ruins and ancient Dwarvish resting grounds seemed more appealing than the bar to her. Although the walls were refurbished with brick and mortar; an adjourned kitchen on the left with a central roasting pit; bar area residing on the right close to the entrance and two sets of steps leading to separate bedroom areas sat at the back of the inn. Benches stood guard around a fire pit that held flames boastfully. The beverage the Guardian drank was of the Blackwood Meadery located just outside of Londiminium, but to her daring tongue, it was not bold enough. Her mother always found her difficult, and her sister always warned of where her coercive nature would lead



“Not too much there. Don’t wanna stumble into the arms of a bandit on your way out of Londiminium.”



Saskia cut a sharp gaze over at the burly man who sat across the table as he watched her through amused eyes. His smile was one of boyish challenge as his emerald eyes tempted him to a battle of wit.



“Oh, come on, lighten up, Sas, you’re going to be scaring away me customers if you keep that up!”



Merlin had short, brown hair but his face showed years spent training and travelling; his complexion was wrinkled and blotched on certain areas. She didn’t seemed impressed by his steel plate armor, even though it was considerately constructed. His talkative nature annoyed her, as well, making it seem to her that the only way to get her employer to shut up was to play along with his little charade.



“Oi, you know that won’t happen Merlin, it’s the curse of being a Brewer, you can drink all the liquor you want, but you won’t feel a lick of a buzz no matter how hard you chase it...kinda takes the fun out of it. I’m thinking about changing subclasses...”



“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you saying? But you’re my main bartender here, Sas, you know we won’t get any business with just Big Bertha running the joint, the guys, they love you and flock to you! When you’re behind the bar, business is booming!”



Merlin’s persistence began to agitate her even more but she tried to drown out his voice with her bland Blackwood mead as much as she possibly could. The spiceless and tasteless liquor began to sting her tongue the more she drank it, but she couldn’t complain to Merlin, the bar owner, about her narrow preference: He’d kick her out.



A dear friend had told her of a recipe from the town of Polaris for a special Alemigian Ale: Ale esteemed by family known as the Drakes. A very prestigious member of the social hierarchy in Londiminium, the Drakes would be considered nobles in Polaris - even the mayor did not gain as much as fear as Sir Albert Drake did. The Drake’s Alemigian Ale was pricey, even for the deepest pocket, but his dear friend would have been able to provide the recipe for less than half the gold. As a traveler and mercenary, she found it strange that her ‘drinking buddy’ had not arrived with the proposed recipe yet. If it happened to be ny later than sunset, she would have to rent a room and stay another dreary day in Londiminium.



Downing the last bit of liquor in her cup, the warrior’s attention focused on a young woman with golden hair and amber eyes as she entered the dull yet almost completely occupied inn. Her skin was pale and without flaw, and her olive dress garb hugged her body well, showing off every curve. Never had she beheld such ethereal beauty and even though her personality was a mystery, she could could tell she had the darkest intention by how she hid that blade in the sleeve beneath her cape.



Saskia walked over behind the counter and started her shift, keeping a vigilant gaze on the woman as she started preparing the [Startup Brew] into a glass, pouring about 1/4 of the glass with the liquid. Typical things like that didn’t bug her too much. She knew taverns were havens for all types of shady creatures. She stayed focused on diligently handling her work, until the next patron would stop by for a chat or a drink.
Hopefully, somebody would arrive to spice up the night. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words: 802
Post Theme Song: Reality is Lonely



TAGS: vixi

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[vixi]

Long strokes of chilling air blew down the streets tearing at those whose protection from the wraith of winter was minimal at best, the cool season had long been upon Londoninium, taking the stone city in its monster like maw, with each passing day the beasts breath grew colder like that of the icicles that hung on the dull cracked lips of the surround buildings roofs, the dulling light from the sun casting down through them giving the area a strange looming glow to it. Already the are had not bee well versed for Vixi, she was on her own, as usual, trying to find her way back... well to the place she called home. Had she taken the right turn? Was she walking backwards through miles of cobbled streets in lost hopes of finding her way? There was no real way for her to locate herself at this point; glancing up at the grey clouds that puffed lazily in the skies above she held her eyes low, the weather was quick to change here, from sights above just below the heavens she knew that all to soon it was be nearly impossible to find her way back home before the elements battered away at her small frame... let alone the luminescent star that warmed their world was approaching the tips of the gated walls, soon enough the only guides left would be the few lamps that dotted the street way.

With a small sigh she came to a slow stop, her leathery boots tapping on the hard stone beneath, already a thin film of icy dirt clung to the stone path, soon enough the whole city would be a winter landscape... looking down at the simple gown she was wearing there was little chance she would with stand the gale that was to ensue; it appeared her nights sleeping outside the walls were coming to a end, just as the seasons change so did she.

Hovering where she stood, eyes cast around at her surroundings, though she knew little of city itself there was always one thing she could count on, Inns. There seemed to be an over abundance of the structures behind the walls, though right now there was of little complaint coming from Vixi, she needed a haven, if just till the sun came bursting back into the morning skies, armed with heat, ready to banish the chills that and enveloped its lands. Turning about in a small circle her deep blue eyes fell upon the a warming sight, "Drunken Druid", Vixi lips mouthed the words with her neck craned high to view the wooden sign. It was well worn, fighting against the seasons as they came and went, it looked little different to her than the other buildings but it was the bitter sweet scents through the upon doors that had caught her attention in the first place, followed by the cherish joys of those that had held their stay for longer than need be.

With the winds kicking at her back side there was little choice in the matter at hand, slow freezing death, or an uncomfortable visit over a night stay... people were not her strong suit but she hated pain even more... though not by much. Taking whatever strength she held in her body Vixi pulled her scarf close to her lips, covering everything between her neck up to just below her nose; glancing around one last time she took one small step at a time till the wafting heat of the Inn was surrounding her.

Having stopped at the entrance she was able to get an idea of what she might be up against, though it seemed to be the typical lot she had expected off the bat; drunkards, there was no need to make a note to stay away from them as her body worked on its own to move her across the way and orbit close to the bar. Having her back facing away from the bar, keeping her eyes locked on those that were filling their mouths with sweet liquor she had hardly taken notice of who it was that was running the show. Placing her hand against the smoothed hard wood of the counter Vixi spun around quickly as her eyes fell upon a young woman who was behind the counter, already mixing drinks as she was Vixi didn't need to ask if she was the bar keep... it was better this way though.

Standing there at the counter awkwardly she kept to herself not wanting to bother the woman while she was held up doing other work; wait, shut up, and speak when addressed; she had memorized this over and over in her head till the point it was as if it was scripture. Once the woman was to speak up to her Vixi would acquire about a room for the night, she didn't have much in the ways of gold but she was willing... to a degree to perform on stage for entertainment, either for tips, or a nights stay and a meal... even though she had come to discover most meals in these parts consisted of the same favors as that of cardboard. It would be nice to sleep in an actual bed tonight if ones where open, warm sheets and pillows were miles ahead in comfort that a icy stay huddled over some alley trying to find warmth, but if they had nothing open she would understand, after all from the sites of these people they would have little chance of making it home without the added hindrance of booze flowing in their systems.

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Standing before the brown haired Druid, she paused from her duties with the [Startup Brew] and held her hand towards him. His blue eyes laughing, Merlin dug into his satchel and exposed a pouch filled with gold pieces. Placing it sensually into her palm, Merlin began to flirt his handsome smile and hope that the girl’s cheeks would flush the red he had seen on the mountain flowers. Instead, she stood staring at him in disgust. Merlin had led her to the room he had rented in hopes of wooing her -or having the opportunity to touch her bare skin and leave her without a piece the following. She was aware of the Druid’s beliefs and faith, but he seemed to forget his cultural faithfulness.



“Three hundred pieces. I’m sure it’s enough compensation for my contact and the extra task I had requested.”



Turning around to collect his belongings as they cluttered the table in his rented room, Merlin had his back facing her. She turned her head and began to pour some [Liquor] into the combination of her drink, as she glanced around the tavern, she saw a beautiful woman enter from the door, with the hair that matched the hue of fallen autumn leaves. She was short, but remarkably enchanting, stellar and igniting. She had a intricate mystery to her that matched Pandora’s box as she stood quietly at the edge of bar. Saskia smiled gracefully as the ocean of her sapphire eyes crashed against the open sea of the girl’s cerulean blue eyes. Loose strands of pink cherry blossom hair fell in front of her face like rose petals she smiled gracefully as she tucked them neatly behind her ear with slender fingers. Her light footsteps slightly increased in volume as she grew closer, but were barely audible over the constant chatter in the halls. She greeted the girl with an elegant allure as she smiled tenderly. “Hey, how’s it going, love? Can I get you anything? Some dinner, some drink, maybe a room for the night?” Her smooth lightly tanned skin illuminated in the lighting from the ceiling. Her facial features were fair as she kept her smile uplifted to raise the spirits of her patrons. She genuinely cared for people and her flickering azure orbs couldn’t help but notice that the womans garbs were slightly dingy. She didn’t seem to look like she had gotten a good night’s rest either. It made Saskia reflect upon her first few days after she ran out of the starter gold that was issued to players.



She had not received any of the freedoms or comforts she had in the real world where she could live in the lap of luxury. As she became more time-worn in this new lifestyle, she grew accustomed to not receiving any special treatment or endless stream of income. A reality she realized all too soon when a lander innkeeper through the arrogant woman out on the streets for being a lazy slob. Now she had fallen from high class society and was working as a bartender part-time while simultaneously trying to run an academy to supports her cadets as Headmistress. She grew attached to them all over time and soon learned that each had their own set of strengths and weaknesses, but the same age old adage stood true. You always treated people like people. This lesson carried on into her work ethic at the bar as she glanced up at the woman’s class. She was a Bard, it brought a smile bearing a white pearly teeth grin, as brought fond reminiscence of her old lifestyle as a music idol. She felt compelled to share a bit of her old life with the girl. “So, a Bard eh? You actually have a passion for playing instruments or singing? Or are you just an avid person that values playing the supportive role with your friends?” She inquired. She paused a stop shy of sharing her personal details just yet with the girl. It wasn’t important who she was in the real world anymore. That status had nil importance in this world. She simply smiled, and added “Singing and music was a passion of mine back in the old world...it makes me happy anytime I bump into a bard. They remind me of home.”

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words: 720
Post Theme Song: When I First Met You



TAGS: vixi

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[vixi]

Cold droplets of air held to Vixi's loose garments as if caught in a bear trap, spending as much time as she had in the bellowing winds beyond the walls of the Inn her body seemed more cold than Fox Tail at this part, one might even think her a witch of sorts if they passed by, only feeling a cool chill run over their skin. Vixi was never one to like the cold weather, even growing up in the northern most parts of Ireland where the sun was a faint phantom and the grey sea's sprayed ice imbued waters over the stone faced hanging cliffs, she had never grown accustomed to waking up half frozen every morning. Being that most of the time she spent indoors away from the deep freezing winds she never left the house often, the summer times where her favorite of the year, warm sunlight breaking its way to warm her long paled skin from the winters icy grasp. Though such warm times where short way in the north her enjoyment was always short lived and soon enough she returned to her hovel to wait through another season of darkness.

Eyes nearly level with that of the wooden bar that stood before her Vixi was placed just so that her gaze was roughly at the woman's stomach area, she dare not glance up at the woman's face, rather let her eyes stay where they were at. Quietly she stood there waiting for direction, statement, really anything at this point, over time she had grown accustomed to standing silently and still without bother, her legs kept nearly locked at her knees while her frail hands held tightly onto her dress tightly just were, gripping the fabric to such a degree which turned her knuckles a shade whiter than her pale skin already was. She knew that ruffling up the material of was her clothes was going to make their life span shorter but already they had a considerable amount of wear and tear to them, thankfully with her own skills she was able to repair them over and over, though the patch jobs could be clearly seen to any whose gaze fell upon her. Eyes could be felt along her backside, checking out her curves, all of her features that could be seen, something else she had grown used to... though it still bothered her a great deal. Often she had thought to construct a new wardrobe, one of which drew less attention to her, but the cost of doing such a thing was more than a few weeks of musical entertainment, and that's if she didn't eat during the whole period, as it was she was stuck this way for now.

Having been so focused on what was going on around her Vixi flinched, ears jerking, tail straightening up as the gentle voice of the bar keep came out to greet her. With her eyes as low as they where Vixi had no visible way of seeing the woman's smile but through her words she could sense it was there, there was some comfort to be had there, at least it seemed she was welcome. Inquiring about a room for the night and her payment in the form of entertainment for those that sat around guzzling alcohol the woman seemed to take more interest in the fact that Vixi could play an instrument, bombarding her with question after question, which soon over took Vixi in a wave of confusion leaving her with a blank stare at the counter top.

"I-um... I... play... but I can also sing...." Vixi quietly stated under the up roar of the others from the tables, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink as she spoke to the woman. While Vixi never sung in front of others she was well versed in many songs, her lovely words cascading over others, each one filling minds with emotions, but rarely did she ever do it, with playing a flute she found it impossible to do both at the same time.

"...If you have a free room, I can play... for a night stay... and maybe a meal... if that's fine with you...." Vixi slumped her shoulders slightly almost as if with despair at the thoughts of having to walk back through the slicing icy winds of the north barraging down on her once again, surely she would wake up in the chapel if that where to happen.

Letting her hands fall from her waist line she reached to her hip where a small leather pouch clung to her side, anchored there by a leather strip that wrapped its way around her waist, though it was crude in construction it more than served its purpose. Unhinging a metal brace that held her flute inside of it Vixi pried it from its haven and placed it gently on the counter before the woman, its sleek well carved oak frame shined dully from the light of the fire, though it was the vibrate silver embedded through out the length of the instrument as it formed a elvish design that really pulled attention to it. Well crafted from first glance it had served Vixi well through out  her days in this strange new world, she had really only used it to earn gold at Inn, it was her source of power in all means of the words, without it she was powerless, hopeless, just a shattered mirror; so much dependence from something which wasn't alive.

"...flute... I mean- I... play the flute...."

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 Saskia blinked a little bit as she noticed the aura of the timid nature that engulfed the girl. She seemed to be shivering slightly, still possibly cold from the harsh frozen tundra of the outdoors. She could see that the girl was uncomfortable with her surroundings as she just gazed blankly with that all too familiar thousand yard stare. The girl was contemplating something, though Saskia was unsure what it was. She could feel a slight sense of overwhelming grief, as the girl just sat there. Her serenity was just hanging on by a thread, which could be easily snapped at any moment. Her features were delicate and her actions exuded a trouble demeanor.

The silence in the air was thick before Saskia could even speak to her. There was a rough twinge of pain in Saskia’s chest as her eyes lowered their gaze upon the sight. The orange haired Fox Tail looked miserable, in contrast to the lustful men behind her who stood with a passionate burning desire in their eyes as they nudged at each other to check the girl out. While Saskia saw the girl wasn’t paying much attention to her facial features, she cast a penetrating evil eye towards the patrons. They responded with hearty laughter and a shrug and went back to playing cards.



In the back of her head, Saskia was spouting a string of curses. This is what she had to deal with on a daily basis. A bunch of immature drunken men that hooted and hollered as they slammed cards on the table or shot dice in a corner, or laughed hysterically in an annoying manner over a hearty meal. Saskia typically loved this type of vibrant atmosphere, but today she was having one of her mood swings. She had just came back from her journey at the Drowsy Drifter Inn in the Windsor Greatwoods where she had lost a dear friend, Hanna. She had just visited a Lander husband and wive who had tears streaming down their face as they watched in a terrified manner as their daughter slowly departed from this world.





Hanna was frail from birth. Far from enjoying the opportunity to travel, she rarely left the town or even the neighborhood in which she was born and raised. This child never got to live to adulthood.This tiny girl, with extraordinarily beautiful doll-like features, the gods had dealt an all-too-sad destiny. That they had allowed her to be born the only daughter of the keepers of a small inn by the highway was perhaps one small act of atonement for such iniquity. Hanna was unable to go anywhere, but the guests who stayed at her parent’s inn would tell her stories of the countries and towns and landscapes and people that she would never know.



Whenever new guests arrived at the inn, Hanna would ask them,



"Where are you from?" "Where are you going?"



"Can you tell me a story?"





She would sit and listen to their stories with sparkling eyes, urging them on to new episodes with "And then? And then?" When they left the inn, she would beg them, "Please come back, and tell me lots and lots of stories about faraway lands!"



She would stand there waving until the person disappeared far down the highway, give one lonely sigh, and go back to bed.



Saskia’s last time seeing the girl was beside her in bed. She already could tell from the slight movement of her chest that she was clinging to a frail thread of life, and that it could snap at any moment.



When it happened, Saskia was overwhelmed with grief, and a clawing pain in the back of her throat, and when she laid eyes on the Fox Tail, she couldn’t help but be reminded by Hanna’s frailness, which inspired her to speak with a comforting and tender tone.



“I can’t make any promises love, but I’ll see what I can do...” Saskia smirked with a wink as she wiped off the wooden pinewood counter in front of Vixi and began to walk back towards the bar owner who was on the other side, busy serving drinks.



“Oi, Merlin...got a favor to ask of you...” Saskia muttered with a slight smile. Her eyes swinging back as she turned her head at Vixi.



Merlin rubbed the inside of the wooden cup he held in his hand and raised a skeptical brow, gazing curiously at the girl before offering a swift rebuttal.



“Oh, no! Not this again! Saskia, seriously!” His voice was very audible as the patrons turned their heads slightly, glancing up with bewildered expression in a prying nature.



The burly Druid lowered his voice to a disgruntled whisper. “Saskia, you know we’re running it thin here. I can barely afford the overhead it costs to run this joint. I’m sorry, but I got room to fill and bills to pay, lass. Paying customers first. We can’t always just take on all the common rabble in the streets or else everyone will think we can just give free handouts...this isn’t a damn homeless shelter!”



With that, he threw his rag on the counter, and added. “Look, Saskia, I’d love to help, dear. But my hands are tied. Tell her to go out hunting or something. Girls got to earn her keep.” That time he spoke a bit more audible than before, as his eyes shifted over to the girl with a sense of sadness in his face. He exhaled a sigh and proceeded to head to the back of the bar.



Saskia’s face grew plastered with shock as it glowed a vibrant pink. She gritted her teeth in a scowling manner as she closed her eyes and heaved a sigh in reluctant acceptance. Clasping the bridge of her nose, she began to contemplate about her next move. Her eyes then lowered to your own gold pouch. The money she had only just received. Though she had her own needs for the money, it being a charitable donation could be a saving grace to the young woman.



She slid slender fingers over the gold pouch, and hesitated for a moment, as she turned to look at the girl, pausing to embrace the sight of the poor woman. She needed this right now. If she didn’t, Saskia felt as if her world would break. She walked over gently as her heels stroke against the surface, making several clicking noises, and she turned to face the gir, lening in over the counter at her with a charismatic smirk as she nodded her head at where Merlin was before he left.



“Don’t mind that old greedy fool...” She said with a mischievous chuckle. “You can have the room next to mine. I’ll toss a few drakes Merlins way to shut him up.“



She wanted to give the woman meaningful reassurance. “And this, is a gift, for you.” She said as she grabbed about fifty coins from her menu and sent a trade to the girl via the game interface. A moderate donation able to last her about three days on her own.



“Mind playing something a bit sweet and angelic? I could use a bit of sweetsong to lighten the mood.”



“After the song, maybe we could see about getting you a hearty meal, friend.” She smiled as she reached down below in the fridge and grabbed a container with [Concentrated Juice] and began to pour it into the drink she was preparing before relaxing and leaning against the wall to take a sly drink for herself while Merlin was busy in the back.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words: 1266
Post Theme Song:Porcelain Hearts~



TAGS: vixi

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[vixi]

The woman held a pondering look upon her youthful glowing face, thinking of what just to do in the state of the moment as Vixi watched, waiting for her response. In actuality Vixi felt as though she was about to be turned down and left to venture through the ever chilling streets, it wouldn't have been the first time but with winters hand dead set on encasing the town in frost tonight she wasn't sure if fatigue would claim her first or the penetrating cold into her bones. Unlike back home from which all the adventures came from once a person died here they came back at a nearby chapel as if nothing had ever happened though she would be missing some experience points and be a ways off from where she dropped in the snow she would at least have a place to stay till the sun rose once again. Pain was one think but the cold... it was slow...a sharp stinging pain which drilled into a persons skin, soon the chilling feeling transformed to a burn; deep into a body it would venture till it claimed one as another part of the frozen landscape, eyes frozen like glossy white marbles, their expression frozen in place... not a death in which anyone should ever experience.

Hearing the hopeful words as they left the woman's mouth Vixi's eyes rose gently off from the counter top though they still kept low knowing all to well that getting her hopes up could eventually just lead to her crashing and burning, a solemn, lonesome death would soon follow once she was forced to leave the establishment. Keeping still Vixi's eyes wandered towards where the woman strolled off to, the less movement she made kept eyes off of her though it felt as though all eyes where no longer at her backside... maybe they had gotten their fill....? Whatever the reason might have been it was a relief to be judged like a hunk of meat for a few minutes... though her problems where far from over as the woman stopped short of a older looking gentleman, Vixi had hardly taken notice of him when she first entered the building, being more focused on the main group than those that lingered against the walls and side tables.

Though not trying to pry into their conversation it was hard for Vixi to shut out all the sounds she was taking in, these furry ears that sat upon her head where like metallic satellite dishes, absorbing whatever sounds that were nearby. The man... Merlin was it? Was quick to temper as the woman spoke up the conversation was easily about Vixi, the fire in his tone caused Vixi to shiver, her back arching slightly as she stood at attention not knowing just where this might lead her. Already regret was seeping through her skull and into her brain, wishing she had by passed this Inn and continued to walk the streets in hopes of finding her way back, it was her fault that the woman was being berated.


Twisting her neck her eyes wandered back to the door way where through the window the first few glimpses of snow could be seen pelting the adjacent building... it wasn't to late was it? Leaving right now would solve everyone's problems... except hers, but at least everyone would get alone once more.... Tempers seemed to rise and fall in the room between the woman who Vixi had found out was Saskia through the yelling and Merlin, rather he didn't seem fond of the idea but it held in his voice was a hint of sadness, wishing to help, but helpless to do so himself. Vixi understood all to well of what the man was thinking, there was no ill intent in his actions, just honesty, she couldn't hold it against him just based on that.

Heels clicking on the worn wooden floors Saskia approached Vixi, having been facing away at the time Vixi was slow to face the woman though her eyes still hung low to the ground.

"I'm...sorry... I'll just take my leave...." Vixi spoke her words just as frail and weak as she was herself, just as she was about to walk through the door way Saskia spoke up, whatever Merlin had spoken to her did little to phase her stance, rather she seemed the same as they spoke before.

Having the trade window open before her face Vixi jumped back at the sudden sight of the screen, it had been so long since she had used a window of any sort she had almost forgotten they even existed, quick to recoil from shock her thoughts focused else where.

"...I can't accept... it...." Though poor without more than a few coins to her name Vixi worked for whatever she needed whether it was food, clothes or a place to stay. The temptation to hit the accept button was driving at her mind but she couldn't bring herself to do it, she knew it meant hot meals, a warm bed and maybe a real bath... but she couldn't take hand outs....

Bringing up the idea of playing a song Vixi nodded her head slowly at the idea of it as her hand clasped tightly around the base of her flute.

"Ok... but... I'll play first... if you like it... and you still want to give me the gold afterwards, I'll consider it payment...." Vixi spoke as she canceled the trade between the two of them as the faint screen diapered from before her face. It was a compromise in her eyes, there was work to be done and this way, there was no hand out and Saskia got what she wanted as well. If worse came to worse however Vixi would at least stay some where warm for a few minutes...but the one thing that was on her mind now was... what song should she play?

Vixi had to admit it, as many songs as she knew most of them where about despair or generally didn't have happy endings, all the notes holding a tone of bitterness to them, though they still held beauty in them as well. One song came to mind as she placed the end of the flute to her lips, it was a song she had learned when she was just a young girl. The song took place in Europe many years before T.v's, and cars, where a man in fought for the poor folks of the land and gave wealth to those that where in need, in time he became a hero to the people, fighting the greedy lords with his fellow companions, in time time he fell in love and had to strive over great obstacles to save her.

Pushing air from her lungs through the flute her fingers began to dance up and down the length of the instrument, its quick up beat notes starting to fill the air of the bar, its overwhelm power seeming to vanquish the linger scent of liquor in the air as she played. The notes continue to change with ever hole in the flute that she covered, though the speed of the song would change some time it never seemed to move away from the cheerful nature of the song, she had heard the song was sometimes played before great battles, the quick rhythm boosting the morale of the troops as they waited for the enemy, though it was most likely just a myth. Vixi was not by any means the master performer of musical instruments but she held a great deal of compassion when she played, eyes closed her body would seem to take on a life of its own, swaying with the rhythm of the song, each note seeming to have a life of its own.

Soon the song came to a close as the hero rode off with his love, the lands where safe, and the people no longer feared the ruling class any longer thanks to his actions, they now knew what it meant to be brave. Taking the flute away from her lips a small line of saliva drew from her lips as she quick to wipe it away as she turned back towards where Saskia stood.

"...was... it ok... I don't know any sweet song...." Vixi questioned, not very sure if she had given her what she was looking more

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Weak and weary, the lonesome drifter walked away, feeling like a burden to Saskia and her miserly employer, who ran the pub. Saskia’s lip quivered as she watched the girl almost vanish. Thinking quickly, she summoned the strength to say something, anything, to get the girls attention, and draw her back inside. Luckily, her prayers were heard as the girl spun around to receive Saskia’s trade sequence that she had uploaded in front of the Fox tail’ face. Saskia smile was wavering as she notice the girl staring at it in doubt. Saskia’s sweet eyes trembled slightly as if gently prodding the girl that it was okay to accept the currency. However, her resolve was fading as she saw the girl enter a state of slight withdrawal, succumbing to her emotions and code of ethics, the girl reluctantly declined the offer as Saskia felt a piece of her shatter as she embraced the stain of rejection. The girl inserted her finger into the air, canceling the trade as a bright red message came across screen, alerting her that the trade had been voided. Saskia’s lips parted slightly, offering a breath of rebuttal, but her words would go unheard as the woman spoke, verbally announcing that she couldn’t allow herself to take the small offering. No matter how small it seemed in Saskia’s eyes, she could tell by the way the Bard’s eyes diliated briefly in contemplation that the small bag of coin was like a liberating vacation in the palm of her hands.



Saskia nodded her head, acknowledging the mental courage it must have taken Vixi to not fall into the temptation of greed. Saskia gave the woman a counter offer about playing music to earn her keep. Surely, striking a deal like that would be fair in the eyes of a diligent Bard like herself. Saskia could only hope that the girl would be able to digest the idea as she smiled, watching the girl nod a couple of times, clutching the base of the flute with slight enthusiasm. The woman had agreed to her terms, but only on the condition that if she had played well enough in the eyes of the Guardian, then she would accept the payment offered to her. Saskia glanced at her skeptically at first, then smiled tenderly and nodded as she finished mixing her drink, and took the pleasant time to indulge in her fruity liquor. A smile cracked upon her lips as she watched she Bard take up arms and begin to play an illustrious tune.



It was whimsical and enchanting as the pure quintessence of it’s courageous charismatic nature warmed the hearts of those that sat around to enjoy the tune. Saskia inhaled the radiant ambiance that was pleasantly produced from the virtuoso Vixi. She closed her eyes and retracted her head after she sipped her drink and began to envision the wondrous picture the flute player was painting for her with song. It was majestic and enticing to her furry wolf ears and they twitched with joy. She enjoyed all kinds of songs and this one seemed to make her journey to another plane, as she gallantly envisioned herself upon a battlefield, atop her war horse with many beside her leading a vivacious charge deep into enemy lines. She could feel the tempo of battle as the adrenaline in her veins invoked by the song made her heart beat like a pounding war drum. The escalation of the song was joined by the intricate dancing of the musical adept as the Fox Tail fluttered about the room while she played. The song began to reignite into a gentle and slower, yet extravagantly charming and sensual tone as she began to close out the song. Saskia sipped with both eyes brows rising in a duo of pink arches, clearly impressed.







When the girl finished off, Saskia would initiate a handclap at the stellar performance, that would be later joined in by several listening patrons in the room as they raised their wooden cups and began jolly chatter among each other. The girl began to inquire about the quality of her work as Saskia began to critique her performance.



“This music gets to my heart, and I feel as if it were dancing to the music. And don't worry, we'll just have to teach you some along the way. So, is music a passion for you? You seemed pretty enthusiatic back there!” Saskia asked with an intrigued smile. After receiving a answer or silence she’d respond by giving Vixi the final verdict on whether she deserved the coin or not.



“I’d definitely say you earned yourself a bit of coin, that’s a song to remember...I can already hear it playing in the back of my mind.” Saskia replied through subtle sips of her drink. She blushed slightly and smiled sweetly.



“So, you hungry yet, we go the usual stuff you’d fine at any inn. I can get that old janky Chef Merlin to whip you up something. He’s actually a lot better with pots and pans than he is with that silver tongue of his...” Saskia smirked a she awaited the girl’s answer, preparing another round of [Startup Brew] pouring it into a cup, as a patron waved her for a refill.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words: 892
Post Theme Song: Tosca Fantasy



TAGS: vixi

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