The Tipsy Imp (Ongoing RP Thread)

[anerwyn]

The inn door flew open with a loud thud against the wall; a strong burst of chill harbor air entering the building for a moment. It subsided as most gusts of harbor wind do, leaving a slight chill near the doorway and depositing a small elven woman halfway across the floor.

The gust of wind seemed to have blown the door fully open as the woman was opening it. The small elven woman careened across the floor with the momentum of the door and the force of the wind, barely managing to tuck herself in to a tumbling roll in an attempt to protect herself from the floorboards and a bad landing. She didn’t even seem to have the energy to shriek tumbling across the floor, finally landing in a sitting position in the middle of the inn and looking like she had just seen a familiar ghost in the mists common to harbor towns.

A small, singed notebook skittered across the floor, stopping as it taps lightly in to the leg of Karliah’s stool. The quill, that went with the book, stopped as its tip touched the bottom of the bar, leaving a black ink stain on the wood.

“Oh ponyfeathers!” Nia said, wincing; her singed blue hair lying across her shoulders covering her lower jaw and neck from sight. Her left eye was covered in bandages, in a horrid caricature of field medicine; the right eye squinting in the hearth’s light. Her face was covered in soot and seemed slightly burned, the few places that weren’t covered in soot or burns glowing an almost ethereal blue in the firelight. Her armor was also covered in soot, her cloak still smoking at the fringe.

After Nia oriented herself in the familiar barroom she rolled up on to her knees, wincing once more as a partial crossbow quarrel slid in to view; the quarrel broken at the armor level. The wound had apparently been treated, badly, once her leg came fully in to view of the light; torn, blood soaked bandages wrapped around the projectile. Nia favored her left ribcage as she began trying to crawl towards her notebook, oblivious to the group of people gathered in the inn.

The smell of burnt orc, blood, and singed hair and skin wafted through the room.

[Deleted]

The dark haired half elf does not make any trips upstairs; seemingly uninterested in bardic tunes or the dancing of promiscuous harlots. He does straighten as the door bangs open. Upon seeing the bloodied elf it looks as though he can't decide between a nasty scowl, or a cold smirk. Either way, in the presence of the elf he does not finish his meal, or consume any drink.

[Fenix]

Fenix glances from his conversation down to Nia as she crawls about the tavern floor. He takes in the scent of fresh blood and charred skin with ease as he stares pitifully at her. He bends over, lithely picking up the book and quill from the floor beneath Karli's stool, holding it up in the dim lighting to inspect it a moment before offering it to her. As she would back up to stand, he promptly rips the broken quarrel from her side, reopening the wound to be covered in a fresh pour of blood. He inspects the quarrel for any signs of poisons or toxins, before tossing it off to the side.


"The hells happened to you Nia?" He asked in a tired, worn out voice. He offers his hand out to her to help her rise, clearing away any onlookers or drunken patrons trying to take their shot near her. He gestures to the open stool beside him and yells into the kitchen for Arician to bring some spare rags out.

[hellscream123]

*comes out and nods, moving over to kneel with them*

*needles come out from his sleeve to stitch the quarrel hole*

"help me get her to a room; these wounds will take some time"

[Fenix]

Sept 27, 2013 9:38:42 GMT -5 hellscream123 said:

*comes out and nods, moving over to kneel with them*

*needles come out from his sleeve to stitch the quarrel hole*

"help me get her to a room; these wounds will take some time"

He nods slightly, pushing himself up from the stool. He mumbles something beneath his breath and reaches out to grip her arm and hoist her up. As he does, many of the smaller wounds would heal up, and the larger ones seem to heal in their own right, the bleeding being stifled or the skin around them revitalizing slightly, but the severe wounds not completely repairing.

"That should make things a bit easier for her." He lifts her up with Arician, bringing her up the stairs of the tavern toward the inn rooms, her notebook and quill beneath his arm.

[anerwyn]

Upon Fenix’s inspection of her notebook he might note that the page she was most recently writing in has notes:

“Check the orc cave –before- setting a trap to ambush the hill orcs with; this may prevent a rear assault by an orc which subsequently triggers the trap while I am on it. The trap did, however, eliminate two of the four orcs I was facing in one explosion, a good trap type for future use.”

“Endure Elements is not quite enough to prevent the full explosion of stronger fire traps – I may wish to prepare a stronger variation of the spell in the future.”

“When dealing with an axe wielding assailant in close proximity it is prudent to –dive- out of sight when you note a crossbow….orc….on the hill.”

“When dodging a crossbow quarrel while in close proximity to an axe….orc….keep an eye on the axe-orc, they seem to swing high and wildly; ducking may prevent taking the flat of a battle-axe blade to the ribs…..owe…..”

Nia glanced up at Fenix as he approached her, “oh...hi Fenix….wha- oh shi-,” considering she hadn’t made it to the stools quite yet. Nia prepared herself for the pain as the bolt was ripped out of her leg forcefully, but barely.

The bolt/quarrel seemed difficult to pull out at first before it finally gave, ripping a large chunk of flesh from her leg and snagged its barbed head on her armor. The barbs look fairly nasty, there are many and designed to dig deeper in to the wound as one moved about, though free of any actual toxins or poisons the head appeared to be old, rusty, and possibly dirty before its use.

Nia’s leg wound, while bleeding, appeared to be bleeding far slower than one would expect from such a wound. It was, almost, as if her blood flowed more slowly to her legs than a normal person’s, or elf’s in this case.  Nia stuck her hands over her mouth to muffle the yelp of pain as Fenix ripped the bolt out of her leg, her head swimming from the pain and her body going a little slack, almost as if she was about ready to pass out. Nia offered little resistance to the two men as they tended her wound, her leg trembling as Aracian sutured the wound.

Once Fenix helps her up his healing magic seems to fully treat the minor burns to her face, her cloak still smoldering. There was a faint glow of healing magic under the bandages around her left eye; clearly the bandages were not applied properly. Her leg barely healed though, the sutures still the only things holding it shut. Nia also seemed to have trouble breathing as she was lifted up. One might consider it easier to simply carry the frail and incredibly light elven girl upstairs; her bag, however, is heavy though easily lifted by a moderately strong individual.

The quill would leave a small ink stain on anything it touched, as if it had recently been dipped in the closed ink bottle Nia carried in a small belt pouch. 

Another gust of chill harbor wind blew through the open door, perhaps reminding nearby patrons that it was still open from previously.

[Fenix]

Quote author="anerwyn" source="/post/222127/thread" timestamp="1380305973"]Upon Fenix’s inspection of her notebook he might note that the page she was most recently writing in has notes:

“Check the orc cave –before- setting a trap to ambush the hill orcs with; this may prevent a rear assault by an orc which subsequently triggers the trap while I am on it. The trap did, however, eliminate two of the four orcs I was facing in one explosion, a good trap type for future use.”

“Endure Elements is not quite enough to prevent the full explosion of stronger fire traps – I may wish to prepare a stronger variation of the spell in the future.”

“When dealing with an axe wielding assailant in close proximity it is prudent to –dive- out of sight when you note a crossbow….orc….on the hill.”

“When dodging a crossbow quarrel while in close proximity to an axe….orc….keep an eye on the axe-orc, they seem to swing high and wildly; ducking may prevent taking the flat of a battle-axe blade to the ribs…..owe…..”

Nia glanced up at Fenix as he approached her, “oh...hi Fenix….wha- oh shi-,” considering she hadn’t made it to the stools quite yet. Nia prepared herself for the pain as the bolt was ripped out of her leg forcefully, but barely.

The bolt/quarrel seemed difficult to pull out at first before it finally gave, ripping a large chunk of flesh from her leg and snagged its barbed head on her armor. The barbs look fairly nasty, there are many and designed to dig deeper in to the wound as one moved about, though free of any actual toxins or poisons the head appeared to be old, rusty, and possibly dirty before its use.

Nia’s leg wound, while bleeding, appeared to be bleeding far slower than one would expect from such a wound. It was, almost, as if her blood flowed more slowly to her legs than a normal person’s, or elf’s in this case.  Nia stuck her hands over her mouth to muffle the yelp of pain as Fenix ripped the bolt out of her leg, her head swimming from the pain and her body going a little slack, almost as if she was about ready to pass out. Nia offered little resistance to the two men as they tended her wound, her leg trembling as Aracian sutured the wound.

Once Fenix helps her up his healing magic seems to fully treat the minor burns to her face, her cloak still smoldering. There was a faint glow of healing magic under the bandages around her left eye; clearly the bandages were not applied properly. Her leg barely healed though, the sutures still the only things holding it shut. Nia also seemed to have trouble breathing as she was lifted up. One might consider it easier to simply carry the frail and incredibly light elven girl upstairs; her bag, however, is heavy though easily lifted by a moderately strong individual.

The quill would leave a small ink stain on anything it touched, as if it had recently been dipped in the closed ink bottle Nia carried in a small belt pouch. 

Another gust of chill harbor wind blew through the open door, perhaps reminding nearby patrons that it was still open from previously.
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Resting her on the bed, he begins to tear away the shoddy bandaging and tosses it to the ground with a sigh. He simply shakes his head as he looks at the various wounds and whatnot that still remain. He rises slowly to leave the room, returning shortly with what seems to be his equipment. He sifts through the various pouches on a belt, removing various herbs and salves, as well as some bandaging woven with a mixture of cloth and what appears to be vines. He begins yo treat and properly dress Nias wounds, small spells being woven about the wounds in conjuction with the bandaging. He looks up to her and simply states

"What the hell were you doing alone with orcs that let you get this beaten? Ive seen people die to less than this kind of injury."

He sounds slightly annoyed, possibly the buzz from the liquor in his flask working away at him as it quickly fades from his blood. He begins to restitch her leg with a very fine green thread, sewing intricate patterns into it to hold the wound shut. Upon inspection, the stitching would have been done in an artistic fashion, the form of a snake visible within the intricate weave work. Small cantrips are used to make the binding stronger and more resistive until he seems satisfied with his work.

"When it heals fully the stitching will fall out. Dont play with it and dont take it out yourself. And please do be careful more."

He pulls a chair from the corner of the room up to speak with her about her experience. His eyes study her for any telling things he may have missed. The colors of his eyes seem to everchangingly shift colors, never settling too long on any one color for too long or changing individually at times. He wipes away some of the dried blood cleaning her skin up as they speak.

[Deleted]

Karliah looked over at the situation, drunken bleary eyes scanning over them. She gets up and stumbles to the door, slamming it shut, she turns on her heel and glares at everyone -

"Ya need to... to.. learn mannersh.." She slurs out, before face planting in the middle of the room, her belts containing small green vials scattering all over the floor.

[hellscream123]

*leaves nia to fenix's care*
"I'll be downstairs if you need me"

*upon returning to the tavern floor he addresses the likely groups of staring sailors and patrons*
"Quite gawking and keep drinking please"

*glances to the unconscious Karliah shaking his head, kneels beside her to check if she's awake*
"People really need to watch how much they drink around here"

[Spirit of a Phoenix]

Kiki makes her way from her inn room and down the steps towards the tavern. A bright, warm smile greets those who catch her gaze as Kiki makes her way towards the bar counter.  Her movement gracefully following its own rhyme, out of tune to the beat of the rest of tavern.  She can be seen ducking behind the bar, staying out of Erork's way as she grabs a poster hidden beneath the bar counter. Paying little attention to those around her, she goes and hangs a poster, visibly on the back wall of the bar.

//OOC// This will be September, 29th at 9PM EDT //

Once satisfied with the placement of the poster, she turns to face the rest of the tavern, flashing the tavern's patrons with a fervent smile as begins to speak.

"Good evening to you all! I would like to invite you each to join the Tipsy Imp Tavern and myself to a night of enjoyment.  There will be food, drinks, and many laughs to share.  I hope to see you all there."

Kiki's smile then turns to regard Karliah, Nia, Fenix, and Arician.

"Good to see you all.  I do hope you all will attend.  I wish I had more time to catch up with you all, but unfortunately I am in a bit of a rush.  Perhaps some bread and water, Kariah."

Kiki then sets a few chocolate doubloons in front of Nia, the chocolate coins imprinted with the image of the Tipsy Imp.  She offers the four of them a wink, and with that, Kiki turns on her heels and makes we way towards the door, posters still beneath her arm.

[Deleted]

Karliah's eyes flare open upone hearing her name, she looks over as Kiki makes her way out, then does a double take at Arician.

"F-father?... What the... hellsh happened to your hair?" She blinks, looking Arician over a few moments, confusion plastered across her face.
The dark haired woman struggles to get to her feet, using Arician as support, placing her hand on his head.

[hellscream123]

"hrmmmghh"

*helps her up then removes her hand from his face*

"Not your father Karliah; just a friend, comeon lets get you somewhere to rest"

[Deleted]

"Uh.. right right.." She smiles to Arician, then begins to stumble along toward the stairs up - only to stop suddenly.
She yelps, and drops to her knees scrambling around for the scattered vials from her belt, still all about her.

[hellscream123]

*smiles and shakes his head as he helps her then motions up stairs*

"sleep well"

*heads over to a window to glance up at the sky, then heads to a few of the cluttered tables*

"Alright, night's over back to your ships or otherwise please"
*he says helping or throwing various drunkards out of the inn*

[hellscream123]

Oct 3, 2013 5:32:22 GMT -5 offduty said:

A small girl clothed in gray and black, her hair hidden under a hood, walks through the door. The mask covering her face, would likely be reconized as one belonging to Licios, by those who knew him. As she walks across the foor, her feet make a slight shuffling sound, before she stands at the end of the bar, her back against the wall. She places a few coins on the bar, and waits.

*upon returning to the bar and asking Erork to "talk" with the rowdy table*

"Good evening miss what can I get you?"

[Fenix]

Having returned to the bar, Fenix takes liberty for himself and grabs an empty glass and his flask to fill it uo. He sips quietly from the glass, savoring the sweet taste and the light scent of honey drifting up into the air around him. He looks down the bar at the solemn woman and smirks some. He rises from his seat and moves down the bar, resting comfortably next to her. He pushes her coin back to her and rests and larger pack of his own on the bar, motioning it to Arician.

"Anything she wants Blue, on me. Least I can do for an old dear friend."

His eyes turn over to linger on the small quiet womans frame, studying her assessively for a moment before relaxing. The colors of his eyes begin to take on the hues reminiscient of the mood in the room.

"How have you been?"

[Fenix]

"Better than you it seems."

The statement flows smoothly. His face shows signs of severe exhaustion, the face of a man who sees sleep as a remnant of a memory.

"Now why don't you tell me what has been going on with you. We can discuss it elsewhere if you wish. Perhaps after getting you a meal."

[Fenix]

"Words say few, but a listless gaze can speak for ages Kathy."

He tilts her head up to face him some, meeting her gaze even if she would avert her own. His tones are soothing, calm.

"You helped me once Kathy, speak with me now, grant me the privilege."

[Fenix]

Oct 6, 2013 21:53:21 GMT -5 offduty said:

Kathys eyes try to look everywhere else but at his.

"It's something I can't talk about, at least not here."

"Then lets go somewhere that isn't here."

He offers her his hand and gestures for her to lead on.

[hellscream123]

*handed her a glass and left them to their conversation*

*checks over the inn with a calm nod as the evening settles and dawn nears*

"Almost dawn you two; tap's close in an hour. Have a fine evening"

*said clicking his fingers as his armor wraps around him and his staff appears in his hands he heads out the door done with his shift*

[Fenix]

He nods standing from the chair, and escorts her to the door.

"Anywhere in particular you wish to be?"

[bentusi16]

Dhan leaves a note at the bar.

"Ain't it a treat rangers, got a half-inch jellied eel and it ain't no iron tank. Could be a little intercity, so it's going to need some scamps with cobblers. We'll get some rabbit at the bazaar. -D"

// The note is written in Thieves' Cant ( forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Thieves%27_cant ). You should PM me if your char could understand it.

[Fenix]

Oct 8, 2013 10:51:50 GMT -5 offduty said:

Kathy looks up at Fenix, her eyes void of any kind of emotions.

"Anywhere but here."

He offers his hand out to her, guiding her toward the door of the inn to the outer reaches of Valkurs Roar. His steps walk assuredly toward the depths of the mistwood.

//We can make a thread there in the forums if you wanna continue in your next post

[anerwyn]

Sept 27, 2013 13:44:44 GMT -5 Fenix said:

Resting her on the bed, he begins to tear away the shoddy bandaging and tosses it to the ground with a sigh. He simply shakes his head as he looks at the various wounds and whatnot that still remain. He rises slowly to leave the room, returning shortly with what seems to be his equipment. He sifts through the various pouches on a belt, removing various herbs and salves, as well as some bandaging woven with a mixture of cloth and what appears to be vines. He begins yo treat and properly dress Nias wounds, small spells being woven about the wounds in conjuction with the bandaging. He looks up to her and simply states

"What the hell were you doing alone with orcs that let you get this beaten? Ive seen people die to less than this kind of injury."

He sounds slightly annoyed, possibly the buzz from the liquor in his flask working away at him as it quickly fades from his blood. He begins to restitch her leg with a very fine green thread, sewing intricate patterns into it to hold the wound shut. Upon inspection, the stitching would have been done in an artistic fashion, the form of a snake visible within the intricate weave work. Small cantrips are used to make the binding stronger and more resistive until he seems satisfied with his work.

"When it heals fully the stitching will fall out. Dont play with it and dont take it out yourself. And please do be careful more."

He pulls a chair from the corner of the room up to speak with her about her experience. His eyes study her for any telling things he may have missed. The colors of his eyes seem to everchangingly shift colors, never settling too long on any one color for too long or changing individually at times. He wipes away some of the dried blood cleaning her skin up as they speak.

Nia winces a few times at the renewed stitching, whimpering lightly as he stitches her up better. After the pain from the stitching subsides to a point that she can tolerate, which isn’t a lot of tolerance, she sits up in bed. Her left eye looking a little blackish still, it’s fairly clear she took a punch to it.

Nia winced as she sat up, holding her left ribcage gingerly. Her breathing was somewhat ragged and shallow as she look at Fenix a moment, curiously, then told her story.

“Well….ya see,” she started, “I was on my way here ta see who was about; and while I was walking I noticed those orcs up on the hill and got this interesting idea, well really more of an experiment, really….well okay…a testing as it were…anyways! Ya get the idea.”

She winced again frowning, speaking a bit softer than normal, if Fenix needs her to do something to treat her damaged ribcage she’d do as she was told while continuing the story.

“I took out the first group pretty easy...used my usual tactic and stuck ta weaker traps, wanted ta save my big ones for later. I mean I had decided to take’em on to test out a new…err…acquisition….yes…a nice fairly dangerous fire trap.” Nia grinned a little mischievously. “So I took’em out and took out the ones by the cave entrance….well I thought I had anyways…I mean how was I supposed ta know one was gunna come out later right?” She looks at Fenix questioningly. “So I went about setting the big fire trap at the lil clearing in front of the cave ya know? Unfortunately I had to focus on setting the trap so much I didn’t hear the orc who came outa the cave until he was right on top of me….and he apparently hadn’t noticed I had set the trap…or at least he didn’t’ see the trigger…”

As Nia mentions a trigger her bag falls over with the loud clicks of several trap triggering mechanisms, the sound echoes in the room for a moment before a very large alchemist’s fire vial rolled across the room. The vial clearly made for a trap setting.

“Ahh...ya might wanna catch that….I’m not entirely sure how solid the glass is…”

The bottle rolled towards the dresser in the room as Nia prepared to jump off the bed.

(I use elipses “…” to mark a pause in the conversation, the more periods the longer the pause. Also, sorry this took so long to respond to Fenix, been busy with RL stuf heh.)

[Fenix]

Oct 8, 2013 11:57:55 GMT -5 anerwyn said:

Sept 27, 2013 13:44:44 GMT -5 Fenix said:

Resting her on the bed, he begins to tear away the shoddy bandaging and tosses it to the ground with a sigh. He simply shakes his head as he looks at the various wounds and whatnot that still remain. He rises slowly to leave the room, returning shortly with what seems to be his equipment. He sifts through the various pouches on a belt, removing various herbs and salves, as well as some bandaging woven with a mixture of cloth and what appears to be vines. He begins yo treat and properly dress Nias wounds, small spells being woven about the wounds in conjuction with the bandaging. He looks up to her and simply states

"What the hell were you doing alone with orcs that let you get this beaten? Ive seen people die to less than this kind of injury."

He sounds slightly annoyed, possibly the buzz from the liquor in his flask working away at him as it quickly fades from his blood. He begins to restitch her leg with a very fine green thread, sewing intricate patterns into it to hold the wound shut. Upon inspection, the stitching would have been done in an artistic fashion, the form of a snake visible within the intricate weave work. Small cantrips are used to make the binding stronger and more resistive until he seems satisfied with his work.

"When it heals fully the stitching will fall out. Dont play with it and dont take it out yourself. And please do be careful more."

He pulls a chair from the corner of the room up to speak with her about her experience. His eyes study her for any telling things he may have missed. The colors of his eyes seem to everchangingly shift colors, never settling too long on any one color for too long or changing individually at times. He wipes away some of the dried blood cleaning her skin up as they speak.

Nia winces a few times at the renewed stitching, whimpering lightly as he stitches her up better. After the pain from the stitching subsides to a point that she can tolerate, which isn’t a lot of tolerance, she sits up in bed. Her left eye looking a little blackish still, it’s fairly clear she took a punch to it.

Nia winced as she sat up, holding her left ribcage gingerly. Her breathing was somewhat ragged and shallow as she look at Fenix a moment, curiously, then told her story.

“Well….ya see,” she started, “I was on my way here ta see who was about; and while I was walking I noticed those orcs up on the hill and got this interesting idea, well really more of an experiment, really….well okay…a testing as it were…anyways! Ya get the idea.”

She winced again frowning, speaking a bit softer than normal, if Fenix needs her to do something to treat her damaged ribcage she’d do as she was told while continuing the story.

“I took out the first group pretty easy...used my usual tactic and stuck ta weaker traps, wanted ta save my big ones for later. I mean I had decided to take’em on to test out a new…err…acquisition….yes…a nice fairly dangerous fire trap.” Nia grinned a little mischievously. “So I took’em out and took out the ones by the cave entrance….well I thought I had anyways…I mean how was I supposed ta know one was gunna come out later right?” She looks at Fenix questioningly. “So I went about setting the big fire trap at the lil clearing in front of the cave ya know? Unfortunately I had to focus on setting the trap so much I didn’t hear the orc who came outa the cave until he was right on top of me….and he apparently hadn’t noticed I had set the trap…or at least he didn’t’ see the trigger…”

As Nia mentions a trigger her bag falls over with the loud clicks of several trap triggering mechanisms, the sound echoes in the room for a moment before a very large alchemist’s fire vial rolled across the room. The vial clearly made for a trap setting.

“Ahh...ya might wanna catch that….I’m not entirely sure how solid the glass is…”

The bottle rolled towards the dresser in the room as Nia prepared to jump off the bed.

(I use elipses “…” to mark a pause in the conversation, the more periods the longer the pause. Also, sorry this took so long to respond to Fenix, been busy with RL stuf heh.)

//No thats fine! Fenix left with kathy but ill continue this as if it happened before he went to talk to Kathy.

He puts his hand on her shoulder and shakes his head, bending over and grabbing the vial. He notes a slight crack Across the face of the glass before placing it down on the end table. He has her sit up as straight as she can before resting his hands in her ribs just below the breast. He whispers a few solemn words as the pain of the rib mending would rush through her.

"What would possibly have made that seem like a good idea to do alone dear?"

[anerwyn]

Oct 8, 2013 12:45:09 GMT -5 Fenix said:

//No thats fine! Fenix left with kathy but ill continue this as if it happened before he went to talk to Kathy.

He puts his hand on her shoulder and shakes his head, bending over and grabbing the vial. He notes a slight crack Across the face of the glass before placing it down on the end table. He has her sit up as straight as she can before resting his hands in her ribs just below the breast. He whispers a few solemn words as the pain of the rib mending would rush through her.

"What would possibly have made that seem like a good idea to do alone dear?"

Nia grimaces as the injury heals with the magic, once she is able to breathe normally again she answers his question. She tilts her head to the side curiously, looking at Fenix, “Umm….it seemed like a good idea at the time?”

Looking over to her bag she sighs a little, “in any case, well…ya see the trap was triggered by the orc…fortunately I managed to not get blown up… but that trap hurt…lots……..”

She pauses for a bit, “Luckily my endure elements spell took mosta the explosion and cooked the orc. Unfortunately it alerted the three on the hill as to my presence. They came at me, I managed to dispatch the halberd wielder with my bow but the axe user was too close to aim at effectively. So I dropped my bow and drew my longsword, I managed ta parry one of his attacks but then he just punched me…..” Nia frowns and indicates her left eye, “that sent me for a bit of a loop…then the crossbow orc shot me in the leg…Finally the axe guy hit me with the side of his axe, right here.” She touches the side Fenix just healed, “I tell ya….those guys hit too hard….”

Nia pauses again then looks at Fenix once more, “and I continued here…though if one thinks about it Greatgaunt may have been better…..ahh well….at least I gotta see a buncha friends.” She sighed again, taking a deeper breath with a nod. “Oh I did manage to kill’em….gutted the axe wielder and had an archery match with the crossbow orc…needless ta say he lost. I always wonder why they think they’re gunna beat an elven archer in an archery contest.”

Nia touches the stitching on her leg gently and feels the texture of it, “Pretty,” she says of the design, “Honestly when I saw who was there…I expected Karli or Aracian ta help me not you. You seem kinda…I dunno distant lately……….kinda aloof. Why’d ya help me anyways? I mean we haven’t gotten ta really interact much lately.”

Nia looks at Fenix curiously again, her head tilting to the other side as she peers at him.

(that's kinda what I had in mind, doing this as if it was before Fenix went down to visit with Kathy.)

[Fenix]

Oct 8, 2013 13:46:58 GMT -5 anerwyn said:

Oct 8, 2013 12:45:09 GMT -5 Fenix said:

//No thats fine! Fenix left with kathy but ill continue this as if it happened before he went to talk to Kathy.

He puts his hand on her shoulder and shakes his head, bending over and grabbing the vial. He notes a slight crack Across the face of the glass before placing it down on the end table. He has her sit up as straight as she can before resting his hands in her ribs just below the breast. He whispers a few solemn words as the pain of the rib mending would rush through her.

"What would possibly have made that seem like a good idea to do alone dear?"

Nia grimaces as the injury heals with the magic, once she is able to breathe normally again she answers his question. She tilts her head to the side curiously, looking at Fenix, “Umm….it seemed like a good idea at the time?”

Looking over to her bag she sighs a little, “in any case, well…ya see the trap was triggered by the orc…fortunately I managed to not get blown up… but that trap hurt…lots……..”

She pauses for a bit, “Luckily my endure elements spell took mosta the explosion and cooked the orc. Unfortunately it alerted the three on the hill as to my presence. They came at me, I managed to dispatch the halberd wielder with my bow but the axe user was too close to aim at effectively. So I dropped my bow and drew my longsword, I managed ta parry one of his attacks but then he just punched me…..” Nia frowns and indicates her left eye, “that sent me for a bit of a loop…then the crossbow orc shot me in the leg…Finally the axe guy hit me with the side of his axe, right here.” She touches the side Fenix just healed, “I tell ya….those guy *chickenwing* too hard….”

Nia pauses again then looks at Fenix once more, “and I continued here…though if one thinks about it Greatgaunt may have been better…..ahh well….at least I gotta see a buncha friends.” She sighed again, taking a deeper breath with a nod. “Oh I did manage to kill’em….gutted the axe wielder and had an archery match with the crossbow orc…needless ta say he lost. I always wonder why they think they’re gunna beat an elven archer in an archery contest.”

Nia touches the stitching on her leg gently and feels the texture of it, “Pretty,” she says of the design, “Honestly when I saw who was there…I expected Karli or Aracian ta help me not you. You seem kinda…I dunno distant lately……….kinda aloof. Why’d ya help me anyways? I mean we haven’t gotten ta really interact much lately.”

Nia looks at Fenix curiously again, her head tilting to the other side as she peers at him.

(that's kinda what I had in mind, doing this as if it was before Fenix went down to visit with Kathy.)

He gives alight smirk to her.

"Close your......eye."

He presses lightly around the black eye, trying his best not to push too hard on the tender skin. Another enchantment works its spark along the blackened and deadened skin, storing the dead skin and reducing the swelling. He opens the eye and inspects it a bit, before muttering another blessing to restore the vision. He takes the time to inspect her for any other wounds he may have missed, his focus mostly for anything critical.

He looks to her with the changing colors returning to his irises as he seems to refocus on the situation proper. he gives a long yawn and cracks his shoulders a bit.

"I dont think Karliah is in much of a condition to help herself right now, much less you. And Arician has work to do. Besides I am much more adept at this kind of work than they are, so I have no problem tending to your wounds myself. Being unable to really get drunk tends to leave you looking for something to do anyway. We may not speak much, but we are certainly no stranger to eachother Ieienia. Even were we, I do not quite think it would be in anyone's best interest to leave a young lady bleeding on the floor of a tavern at the mercy of its patrons."


The smirk progresses to a calm smile and he shakes his head at her, taking in the sight of the woman. His eyes trace the surtures in her leg and the various tended areas of skin. Light scarred skin marks where she was most damaged by the orc attack. Any further cuts or wounds are left untended other than sterilizing or proper bandaging.

"Many things have changed since we have last spoken. You will find in time that I can be quite a different being than I once was, that is certain. So what brings you to The Tipsy Imp?"

She may note the way he uses the term -being-. It is spoken in the same way that any other would use the word man in place of it for describing themselves. His tone in speaking is relaxed, a friendly radiance flowing and a certain confidence exuding from his being. But mixed in with these signs of a solid man is a severe exhaustion set deeply upon his features. He looks as if he likely has not slept in weeks, perhaps almost a month by now. As live and sure he sounds, he also sounds tired, almost weakly at some points. The fatigue has clearly been taking its toll on him, but he does not seem entirely bothered by it either.

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Oct 8, 2013 8:18:27 GMT -5 bentusi16 said:

Dhan leaves a note at the bar.

"Ain't it a treat rangers, got a half-inch jellied eel and it ain't no iron tank. Could be a little intercity, so it's going to need some scamps with cobblers. We'll get some rabbit at the bazaar. -D"

// The note is written in Thieves' Cant ( forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Thieves%27_cant ). You should PM me if your char could understand it.

Seeing that the bar is slowly emptying, the dark haired half-elf gets up and wanders past the note. Pausing for just an instant he slips outside, surely to return the next day.

[FORSETIS]

*Butcher passes through the bar stoping behind the counter to look over a few things. He notices the note and after reading it over, he shrugs and throws it away. Collects a few papers and departs.*

[hellscream123]

*as a new morning comes Arician return to the imp, dipping his head to the waitress and any of the mornings patrons. he passes Erork with a click of his finger and a morph of his attire going into the kitchen. For the next hours till dusk sounds of cooking and wonderful aromas as he sets to the evenings meals*