Brin (OOC) says, "Hi"
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Okay, we going to start now?"
Ildon (OOC) asks, "What's the topic going to be?"
Brin (OOC) says, "I guess. More people might come along. As for topic, not sure. Um, we'll just be randomly wandering in off the street, i think."
Ildon (OOC) says, "Okay, i'll start."
Brin (OOC) says, "not like we've met or anything to have a proper topic :)"
Ildon looks at the tall man as he enters the tavern. An etone, he thinks. It's odd to see one with a staff, rather than a gun. He politely waves to the man, and returns his attention to his drink. "Hello, sir." he says almost to himself...
Ildon (OOC) asks, "You still here?"
Brin enters the bar, his robes slightly the worse for wear, sand ingrained into the stitching around the hem. He emits a disgruntled growl, and shakes himself off in the doorway, before remembering himself. He looks up, and scans the contents of the bar. The people he saw here before seemed to have deserted the place for now. As he enters the bar, he acknowledged the greeting of the man at the bar. As there seems to be little else going on, and due to his extreme boredom, he starts to head for the bar by the man, smiling, and nodding a greeting as he comes. "Good day, sir".
Brin (OOC) says, "er, yes :)"
Ildon (OOC) says, "Sorry."
Brin (OOC) says, "NP :)"
Ildon (OOC) says, "I just got paged."
Ildon (OOC) asks, "I'll be a minute, ok?"
Brin (OOC) says, "NP"
Ildon says, "It's nice weather today, isn't it?" Trying to remember his conversational skills, he suddenly hesitates. It's surprising that this person is acknowledging me, considering the state of the locals. He looks to the man and forces a smile. "My name is Ildon, a traveler. I am trying to find my way to Nortune." He calls the bartender to buy the man a drink. "Could you offer any assistance?"
Brin takes his seat at the bar, and smiles graciously at Ildon, as the bartender puts a drink in front of him. "My thanks. One always appreciates this after being out...there" he waves a hand toward the door, the corners of his mouth twisting into a wry grin. He turns, and takes a long drink, and seems to greatly enjoy this, as if it had been a while since he had taken liquids. He turns, "Of course, how rude of me. I am Brin Gaisce, Etone. At your service. And thanks you most kindly again for this." He indicates the half-empty drink on the bar counter. "However, I'm afraid I'm as wise to the location of Nortune as you are". He seems quite contrite, as he eyes the drink this complete stranger has just bought him. o 0 ( Oh my. I hope I haven't offended him ).
Ildon smiles kindly. "Thank you anyway, sir. I suppose that I am doomed to sit in this tavern for an eternity? Oh, what a cruel mistress is fate." He laughs to himself, as if remembering something from his past. He then pauses for a moment, as if in deep thought. "Might I inquire as to what brought you into this small desert town?" He looks flustered, all of a sudden. "Are there reapers about!?!?!" he hisses with shock.
Brin grins. "I should hope not". His expression fades to seriousness as he sees the real shock on Ildon's face. " ... Oh, I assure you, I'm not here because of wels! You're quite safe from them here. No, I'm here on an altogether less exciting assignment. I've been asiigned to a place near here, as a ... chaplain of sorts..." He stares into space for a second, and appears to be in deep thought. He quickly snaps out of it, though, and continues. "I occasionally drop by here. It's a busy enough place, yet I prefer busy. It occupies the mind...".
Ildon laughs nervously. "Ha ha, that's quite a relief, I must say... those creatures have been the subject of multiple nightmares of mine. I could never face up to one of those... FEINDS..." He shudders. "Just the thought of them sends a chill through my body." He takes a sip of his drink. "Sorry to rant though. By the way, did you mention that this place is usually busy? That's good news. Perhaps I will meet one who can give me appropriate directions. Some people around here (one woman in particular) are somewhat anti-social. Yours is the first kind voice that I have heard in some time. It's quite a boost to the self-esteem, I must say." He chuckles. "Although, I shouldn't expect any less from an Etone, I suppose."
Brin nods. "There are at times more poeple here. I'm sure one or more of them would know the way. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll fiind your way eventually". He smiles in encouragement. "I've found that most people here have been quite frindly. Although, being an Etone, i find that is the case a lot of the time...". o 0 (I wish people would just be themeselves around me though. I'm not the monster. ) "As for wels, well, they are horrifying, truly. But to see them so far inland? I suspect you are quite safe.". He chuckles at the Etone Reference. "Yes. One makes an effort". He smiles broadly.
Ildon takes yet another sip of his drink, and smiles solemnly. "I had a friend once, who was an Etone. Well, I suppose he wasn't as much a friend as he was an authority figure. I don't remember much about him, but I was closer to him than I was to my own father. He was truly a kind man... but that all goes with the robes. He told me stories about those Reapers, and that's how I developed my fear of them. It's not unusual, I'm sure, but I become uneasy at the mention of them." He pauses, and laughs suddenly. "I suppose that it is a good thing that you aren't familiar with Nortune, in this case. That might mean that it is "Reaper-free?"
Brin removed.
Brin leans back, and takes a short sip from his drink. "Actually, to tell you the truth, I've never been to nortune. So I really cannot say. Perhaps. Most of the Reapers stay around the Aquvy Island area. Seeing Etones around the Nortune Area would usually mean they're helping a salvaging operation, or suchlike.".He nods, and continues. "I'm glad you've had good experiences of the Ethos. Some mightn't say the same...." o 0 ( Some say we're curropt. I'm not corrupt, I follow Ethos teachings to the letter. Most of the time ). "Although a lot of it comes 'with the robes' as it were, a lot of my kind are very strong and good people. I wish someday to be known as someone who has done good.". He stares into space, and absentmindedly taps his staff off the bar floor lightly.
I don't recognize the player named "Sirus"
Ildon says, "I'm still curious about your staff... is it used for combat or..." he hesitates, "do you have a bad leg?"
Brin smiles, and begins to idly rub dust off one of the metal tips on his staff as he answers. "Yes, a lot of our order carry firearms. Although I know how to use one, I tend not to need one on a daily basis." ... he inspects the sturdy wooden shaft, which is chipped in one or two places. "I find it...lessintimidating than a gun, most times. Some people dislike them." ... o 0 ( ... Including me .... ). "And it does make a fine weapon, when needed". He grins mischievously, as he bounces the other metal end off the floor. It emits a loud *CLANG*, and he catches it skilfully.
Ildon has a somewhat impressed look on his face, but shakes it professionally. "I find that very interesting. The gun... was something almost WORSHIPPED by my Etone friend. He didn't ever put it away. I wouldn't be surprised if he shared a bed with it." He pauses a moment, somewhat unsure of his last comment. "I hope that I didn't offend you, just now." He turns back to his drink, and takes an unusually large sip.
Brin grins "Not at all. What if you had offended me? What would I do, shoot you?" he grins broadly. "I jest. Yes, a ot of the order take their weaponry seriously. And that is admirable. For it is only by force we can eliminate the Wel menace. Talking doesnt help, as you might guess". His face drops, and he fingers the tip of his staff. "To each his own method. I find I can get by with this, and ether skill alone. Although, that probably _is_ for lack of combat. This is my first assignment.", he admits sheepishly, as if it were some sore point.
Ildon tries not to let the man's confession phase him. "Don't let it bother you. We all must start somewhere. But, I'm certain that you have more combat experience than I do. I'm something of a pacifist, I'm afraid. I believe that nothing needs be resolved with combat alone. Perhaps that is why I fear the Reapers so much." He takes a moment to ponder this, and ends the thought with a sip of his drink. "I wouldn't want to have to talk my way out of an encounter with one of THEM. Still, I suppose that self-defence is important, in many situations. I have no real combative ability, and thus would die if presented with such a situation. I am new to the concept of travel, you know... I haven't been anywhere outside this continent on my own. If you would like to know, I am a freelance writer. I would like to be able to hire myself out for more popular tasks, though. Like a mercenary... but... I'd need combative ability for that." He pauses in something of a dreamy daze, and quickly snaps out of it. "Oh
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Did I reach some kind of a limit?"
Brin (OOC) says, "hmmm. Thats wierd."
Ildon (OOC) says, "I wasn't quite done...."
Ildon (OOC) says, "I was just about to apologize for ranting... hehehe"
Ildon (OOC) says, "And that was it, anyway."
Ildon (OOC) says, "Go ahead."
Brin (OOC) says, "ok"
Brin rests his chin on his hands, and listens intently. He absorbs all Ildon has said, and thinks for a while before answering. "A Pacifist who wants to be a mercenary? Something of a contradiction in terms. I've always felt that writing is a very valid way of expressing yourself. Much better than violence, I suspect. And less dangerous." ... he sighs ... "I recently met an artist, who had grown quite accomplished, and yet only drew landscapes. He would draw portraits, but did not have a model, or rather, he did not think he had. In the end, he found a model in one of his dearest friends. He wanted something new, and got it. Finding a new angle on what you already do, is often more rewarding then changing your role completely. Fei leearnt that, perhaps you could draw inspiration from his example. Don't give up on writing just yet.". He sighs again. "Although it would seem most people around here are into fighting, or if not, are thinking of starting a sideline in violence". He smirks, and stares at the floor. o
Brin (OOC) says, "eek, long :)"
Brin (OOC) says, "ooh. i ran into the nasty limit too :)"
Ildon (OOC) says, "Sure is. Lucky you didn't get cut off like me ^_^"
Ildon (OOC) says, "Oh, you did, hehehe"
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Let's gripe about that, shall we?"
Brin (OOC) says, "Well, eventually. Is suspect we'd bore anyone else who came along to tears with our rants anyway :)"
Brin added.
Ildon (OOC) says, "^_^ suppose so..."
Ildon (OOC) says, "Both of our characters like to talk, though."
Ildon (OOC) says, "It seems."
Brin (OOC) says, "which is good."
Ildon notices suddenly that his glass is empty. He had been keeping track. "Let's see," he says out loud. "One, two, three..." A look of sickness washes over his face... "Oh, no..." He collapses to the ground, holding his stomach. "Too much for me." He struggles with his words. "It was nice meeting you, sir." He pulls himself despreately up the stairs, in search of a bed. He yells back weakly "I'd like to speak to you again, someday. For now, I need to rest... Sorry... I..." he ends his voice. A faint snoring sound can be heard from the upstairs.
Ildon (OOC) says, "Sorry, I'm gonna end it there, ok? Ildon had a little too much fluid. ^_^"
Ildon has left.