Moments in Life [Social/Closed] [3/3]

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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The Werecat’s stomache growls, but the noise cant be heard over the damn wind. Polaris was always as such: Cold, windy, and worse. No feasting off warm meat and sweet sugar for the werecat who enters the bar named Kisarra..



She moved from warms sands and lush jungles outside of the moon dance forest to this god forsaken land of ice and snow for profit. Gold, however scarce it was, always found a way to multiply in times of conflict. And this place was teeming on the edge of conflict with the Avon militia and the Stratford Wardens ever present. They issued the mandate for the merciless killing of heretics that plagued this world and Kisarra could hardly blame them.



“I was promised a place with the caravans, a place where the foolish would squander away their money to the clever werecats for trinkets worth less than iron ore. I did well enough for an apprentice until I found Siegran’s illegal pharmecueuticals and decided to go on a little business venture. Once a werecat sees what she wants, it belongs to her, yes? But that fat cat Siegran did not see Kisarra’s point of view and he tossed me out on the cold stones of Polaris at first chance. “



“Filthy matted furred beast. He now feasts on sweet meats while I stand outside of the corner, hopeing half-alvs would take pity and spare a bit of gold. “



“I repeted the same sentence..’Show pity for Kisarra’, while I kept my gaze lowered. I kept my focus on my fur, dark grey with stripes, my eyes were kept in an expression of sorrow, and were a comforting shade of blue. Probably perfect for hiding in the shadows and stealing. I loved that [Form Shift] spell. I’d probably be doing that for sure if those damn royal guars didn’t threaten me daily. “



“ ‘Show pity for poor Kisarra’ I muttered again, holding out a paw. A kindly elven male pressed a small leather pouch of gold in my palm. I looked up at him wide eyed. He smiled this unusual elven smile and held the door open for me. “



“ ‘Come inside, kitten. Buy some food and spirits’ he said with a soft voice. And that’s how I ended up here...it’s so warm...’” Kisarra muttered as her eyes drifted down low upon the wooden surface.



Saskia wipes down the wooden cup and frowns sympathetically at the werecat.



“Well, you should try to focus on cleaning yourself up rather than taking advantage of others. You may think you’re stealing from others, but really you’re just stealing away your own personal integrity. You’re just cutting your lifespan in half that way. People in the city don’t take too kindly to thieves. Especially not here, where everything is so scarce. Just....try to stay out of trouble. I got to serve some of the other patrons...” Saska muttered as she walked over to the opposite edge of the bar.



The bar was a lively placed, filled with vibrant song from jubilant bards and merry patrons slamming their flagons on the table. The customers would laugh and shout and play cards or shady conmen would shoot dice in darker corners of the room. The aroma of fresh cooked meals would flood the air.



Saskia, the pink haired bartender, would be seen mixing drinks at the bar as she prepared a cup with a couple of ounces of [Startup Brew].

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)
ABILITIES USED:
Words: 572
Post Theme Song: Spiritual Awakening








TAGS:  Avalon Mellow

template by caesar

[Avalon]

word count;473

"So this is the cozy little tavern I've been hearing 'bout," she murmured to herself in thought. She had donned a thick coat that had camouflaged her throughout the heavy forestry where she had been exploring early in the morning. She knew she wasn't a pathfinder but it was easier as an assassin and especially a hunter to be more familiar with the locations that she would attack in on a daily basis. Gradually, Avalon was forced and had become desensitized to capturing and killing beastly creatures for the sake of earning quick cash and gaining good reputation through favors that would be asked by the landers she had become acquainted with over time. Still, there were some People of the Land who did not take too kindly to a measly little adventurer who hd become a little cozy with the landers. Now, here she was--traveling far and wide to get herself away from the rumors and chatting of landers that sometimes would plaque her mind. She just needed some time to hopefully travel farther away and clear her mind a little bit. She felt a different view would do her well in the long run. Maybe she would be able to meet some more positive influences here.

As she plopped herself down on an empty barstool, she could already feel the vibrance and the infectious liveliness spinning around throughout the cozy tavern. She just felt well, content to be here. In the many tavern throughout the bustling city, it was also full of liveliness and chattering but there was certain vibe of hidden agendas and contempt lingering amongst the few hanging around the sides. It was a Hunter and Assassin's intuition to spot the viciousness in one's hearts. Or it could be because of experiences back at home that caused her to feel that way. Whatever was the reason, the taverns in the city kept her on full alert every time. Still, it was still the common types of people hanging around in the bar, those talkative semi-buzzed fellows that sometimes told their vivid life story or rumors that one would usually not know about. She was interested in knowing about some these rumors especially a stocky man with a large beard a few chairs away bragging about some landers that were stronger than most adventurers would be. Avalon doubted it but there might be some valid truth from somewhere. He had to hear it from a source. Rather getting a drink to just have a good time, she took a deep breath to calm herself and relax in this cozy bar. She spotted a bartender on the other side of the bar counter and called cheerily, "Yo, anything you recommend?" and waited for the bartender to come. She just hoped the bartender wasn't too busy since she was a bit parched.

Saskia Mellow saproth

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[saproth]

"I remember it well!" Saproth said in a loud voice as if doing the best Bard imitation he could, "There we were, surrounded by ten... maybe twenty Golemns!" his story trailed off as the weary travelers looking for a little entertainment kept a keen ear and relaxed as they listened at Saproth's tall tail.

Each time the door opened, a wind of chilling air escaped into the tavern that for a moment stopped Saproth from his storytelling and protect himself with his green mossy cape. "Would you keep that damn door closed~" He annoyingly argued at whoever came in last.

Signaling to Saskia for another drink, he continued his story while scanning the tavern for someone looking for any new adventure.