Post by heartofsilver on Apr 13, 2015 18:56:37 GMT -5
A dangerous looking redhead has made her a semi-permanent residence at Dale's tavern in recent days. Dressed in traveling clothes and a warn out leather duster, the woman appears to be a rough looking mercenary in a sad state. She keeps to herself mostly, snarling and grumbling drunkenly at those who try to converse with her beyond the offering of heavy liquor. Some nights, she is barely sober enough to brave the stairs to find herself proper rest in a bed - most nights she favors the convince of a chair perched in the common room as she passes out in front of the fireplace with a beer bottle in her hand. The rare missive occasionally finds her, usually at great diligence (or expense) of the deliverer, and her responses are usually contingent on her sobriety.
At some point, she moves to the Temple of Oghma and inflicts her drunken presence on the librarians and lore-masters there who suffer her presence largely to the large amount of coin she is willing to spend to get the academics to do her addled, alcoholic-inspired research. She already has had some trouble with a priest where one of her stupors resulted in throwing up all over a collection of books.
Many of the locals seem to be familiar with her and react to her drunkenness with a bit of confusion, pity, empathy and sometimes disgust. Dale, the bar keep, seems particularly saddened by this and has been heard to say "The woman walks as if already dead, and is just waiting for her body to catch up"
Post by heartofsilver on Apr 14, 2015 18:36:38 GMT -5
At some point people gather outside the inn,
"Is that a comet? A shooting star?"
"Do you think its a sign?"
Hearing this, the dazed redhead steps outside to see the thing for herself. As the astrological phenomenon cuts across the sky like a bleeding red scar, the woman shouts up at it, "You fook'n comet! Ya' won't get away from the this time!" and chases after it, momentary forgetting how badly hung-over she is.
Later she returns, the very visage of carnage, caked in layers of gore, tore up flesh, and the remains of "gods-know-what" and stumbles up to her inn room with a tired, fatigued gait. That night she seems to have the presence of mind to at least clean herself up before resuming her daily ritual of life-destroying drunkenness.
Post by heartofsilver on Apr 14, 2015 23:46:15 GMT -5
By the time Amen finds her, she is sitting in front of the fire with a split lip and a hand-full of bruises on her face, suggesting a recent fist fight. Several empty bottles are scattered around her, but she surprisingly /isn't/ drunk. Instead, she looks introverted and merely withdrawn. Her green eyes left from her distant reflection and she looks over to Amen
Fenix would enter the tavern at some point during the evening covered in layers of gore and dirt, setting down an array of fresh fruits onto the counter. A large sum of gold is also placed along side that, both of which are taken by the tender.
"That should cover whatever she drinks for the week. Perhaps anything she damages too..."
He offers the tender a faint nod before moving off to the side of the room to meet with a man dressed in classy blue.
Post by heartofsilver on Apr 15, 2015 0:40:15 GMT -5
She glances around all over the place as everyone seems to show up at the inn at once - she chooses to address Salazar
"What? Can't a girl play wit' 'er empty bottle collection wit' out judgement? ppft." She then looks to Amen, jerking her thumb over at Salazar "Looks like the cat's outta the bag - everyone an' their Thayan motha's are gonna know I am some chump wit' a lame hobby".
Shades of her own self breaking through as she speaks.