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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Devil in the details
"Better a bear than a rutting tom-cat,..."
Maria snorts, cackles and shakes her head before she fills Finn's empty mug, which he drains with relish, wiping his damp beard with the back of his shirt sleeve. She promptly fills it again and then disappears into the kitchen with a tray of dirty crockery.
"Rrrrooowrrr," the elf purrs, joining in with the chuckle at his expense and flicking a wink at Maria as she saunters away.
"Well," Finn exhales, "if'n you're coming you'd best know what's been goings on,"
Talca's gaze pans back to the druid. He offers only a nod in response as he lifts his cup, his ears keen on what Finn is about to say.
"This is no natural blight," Finn sighs, heavier this time than last, and a longsuffering expression darkens his features as he lifts his mug in concert with the elf's.
This much I had gathered, already. Talca didn't give voice to the words, though his nod spoke them plainly enough.
"Nine months back the harvest came and with it a below average yield. Plenty to go around, but not to much to put back," the druid continued, a faint shrug of the shoulders offered as punctuation, "Fine. There's always next year." Finn scraped the dregs of his stew into his mouth as if he believed there may not be a next year and pushes the bowl aside before carrying on.
"The Winter came and it was bitter cold," Another shrug of buckskin-clad shoulders, "It happens. Winter's always cold, but this one seemed to hold it's grip longer than most - and got into your bones till you thought they'd crack from the chill."
Another nod from the elven pathfinder, slower this time, He could recall the end of that winter; it was the last time he'd passed through Lynnbrooke. He shuddered at the memory of the bitter cold and, as Finn produced a jar of tobacco and a pipe from his haversack, Talca indulges in another long swallow of his wine to warm himself against the recollection. "Mmm," the elf murmurs appreciatively in acknowledgement of the druid's offered tobacco. He sets his cup aside and, at the same time, retrieves a shorter clay pipe from a pouch on his belt.
"Now Spring's finally come, with little rain," Finn goes on as Talca loads his bowl with a sampling of the pipeweed, ",and yet, the sky overhead is gray and a mist hangs in the air, making things feels slimy and damp to touch but never actually a good, ground penetrating soak,"
The stump of his pipe clenched between his teeth, the ranger produces a well-used and well-blackened tinder-twig from the same pouch he'd pulled the pipe. His eyes follow Finn as the other man retrieves the nub of a candle and lights his own pipe with a match from the hearth before settling back into his seat. Talca strikes the business end of the twig with a thumbnail and touches the now glowing end of the thing to his bowlful of Finn's tobacco,
"It's brought with it a slimy fungus that's covering the fields. The turf is brown from it and it's now well into planting time," the druid continued as Talca took his first appreciative puff, "The buds on the maple, the oak, and ash are dark and won't open,"
I took note of that, west of here, just two mornings past, the elf recollected, again offering no words, only a nod, Found it odd that the buds had yet to split.
",Then, Johann's chickens wouldn't lay," Finn had already continued, "and then three of them died from getting bound up. The eggs they pulled out of um, the yolks were black with ichor,"
The image of that made the elf wrinkle his nose in disgust and briefly soured the taste of the sweet tobacco the druid had shared.
",Every calf, piglet, foal, pup, and lamb ‘as come out stillborn or feeble, There's no bugs, except flies. Great swarms of um that I'm sure you've seen."
Another silent nod from Talca as he tests the pipe, hoping that the sour taste has gone, It has, and, as Finn goes on, the elf slowly and appreciatively puffs away, paying careful heed to each word his friend speaks. Every detail the druid imparts etching itself into some inkless almanac in the elf's mind,
"The water in the Lynn is low, low and slow, and dark, like something's blocking her upstream.
All this didn't happen at once, either, Everything that's happened has occurred days apart, first at one end of Lynnbrooke and slowly working it's way to the other. Runi, the healer, reckons it started in the northeast and has spread southwest, like we was caught in some dark, unseen tide,"
Necromancy of some sort? the elf didn't dare wonder aloud. His bitter expression when he exhaled a wreath of smoke likely belied his thoughts, anyway.
",I just came from her study, upstairs," Finn said, drawing Talca's gaze briefly in the direction of the Lute's creaky stair, "she scryed it out, somewhere to the north, in the upcountry she reckons we can find the source. But what it is, or how bad it is?" The Druid shrugged again. "Won't know for sure till I find a piece of it and get it back here to study."
Til we find it, the ranger silently corrects, puffing thoughtfully on his pipe as Finn drains his mug and motions for Sara to bring another round.
"Whatever it is, it's mighty dark, and any who go trekking near it might get the taint," the druid added ominously as Sara approached and began to refill his mug, "or be consumed by it." Finn tamps his pipe and adds another plug of tobacco before turning to lean his back against the bar. "So, y'know, that's exciting,"
"Hm," the elf says, shortly, offering little else just then but another slow nod as his gaze drifts away from the druid and swims in the dark surface of the contents of his own cup. "Exciting, indeed,"
His cinnamon-hued eyes break from their contemplation of his drink, then, and lift to catch Sara's gaze before she wanders away. "Leave the bottle, please," he requests.
The flighty barmaid blinks at him a few times but, when he produces another silver and slides it across the bar, she smiles, nods, and, in one graceful motion deposits the bottle between Talca and Finn and scoops up the coin before offering a quick curtsey and scampering off.
The elf sips from his cup, then, and replaces that sip with a small splash from the bottle before turning his own back to the bar. Another long draw on the pipe and a slow sip from his cup occupied the contemplative silence before Talca glanced sidelong at Finn through a gauzy veil of pipe-smoke. "If it's to be as exciting as you and Runi say, mellonamin," he offers in earnest, "then I'd reiterate my earlier suggestion and strongly recommend not rushing off once we've finished our pipes," He turns his gaze fully in Finn's direction, then; "Let us take the time to, at least, plot our initial tack, gather decent supplies and provisions and, perhaps, another willing soul or two, eh? Better to head into the hells with a bit of water than none, after all,"
The pathfinder takes another draw from his pipe and a pull from his mug as Finn ruminates over that reiterated recommendation. As he does, his gaze falls once more on the Halfling a few seats away, "Excuse me, aier," he calls, offering an affable grin as the woman turns her questioning gaze in his direction, "I don't recognize you as being from around these parts and, if you are, my apologies, miss, but I can't recall your name. Might I ask from where you've come to Lynnbrooke?"
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 16:37:44.
Edited on 2017-05-15 at 18:52:26 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Ooooooooo!!!!
Nice post!
I totally visualized Talca's reactions/responses as I was reading! Post forthcoming...
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 14:51:44.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Sweet! I'll check those out!
Muchimas gracias! 
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 12:34:30.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Agreed...
1) I'm rather loathe to leave the Lute, myself... it is a fun place to hang about and just play... If we do see Finn, Talca, and Li'l Miss Giggle-breeches depart, I'm sure I'd have no problem in bringing another character or two through the Lute to keep the place alive.
2) I like the idea of freeform, story-based RP for the continuing adventures of Finn and Friends outside of the Lute, myself... and having Celeste play "DM" (and perhaps a character of her own in our little troupe) sounds like a smashing idea, to me.
3) I'm also not opposed to playing out more of these three within the confines of the Lute... Hence Talca's in game suggestion that they not leave once Finn's done eating... no need to hurry our little group of into another thread right away, is there? We've got a ton of RP we could do before we set off... we don't even know Shorty's name, yet!
Anyhoo... there's my meandering thoughts... looking forward to whatever might come next.
Happy Monday, chums!
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 12:05:05.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: That. Is. AWESOME!
Been toying around with that idea, myself, just wasn't too sure on which apps to pick... there seem to be quite a few. 
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 10:45:27.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: *Dash snorts and spits in the dust.*
"Listen, puhn yoh; ain't no Rocinante like our Rocinante, get me? Hell, y'can dress up a whore like a lady ta th' manor born but that don' mean she ain't still gonna [censored] for a gorram fistful o' scrip, right?"
*winks*
Whew! Sorry about that... Sam's been bottled for a while!
"The Expanse" is a good show, all hootin' and hollerin' aside.
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 10:14:58.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: And there ya have it...
...one pathfinder post, fresh as the Rabit Stu!
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 09:47:07.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Don't poke the bear... unless the cook is singing poop songs...
Finn ignores the Halfling jibe and holds Talca's gaze for a few moments longer before letting out a gruff noise and turning away.
Maria returns with the bowl of stew, fresh from the pot, and sets it in front of Finn. He dumps pepper from the mortar into his bowl and stirs the food aggressively with his spoon.
"Gods-dammit..."; he curses under his breath. "I didn't mean any-ting by it" casting a sideways glance at Talca,
The pathfinder offers a scant nod and a dismissive smile at this. "Sinta'amin," he replies as Finn spoons up a heaping portion of the steaming vitals onto his spoon.
"I just didn't want anyone else to get unnecessarily hurt,"
Talca, having just swallowed another mouthful of his own repast, was about to acknowledge his friend's concern but,
"Ow-ow-ow-ow! Tha's haut, GUAS-DAMMET!!!"
Scalding his tongue on the hot stew, just then, was only the launching point for a series of unfortunate foibles for the druid. In his search for some relief for his burning mouth, Finn inadvertently spilt the remains of Talca's wine, knocked over his own stool, and, at the end, sought out Sara and her pitcher for some reprieve only to be denied, once more. The Halfling down the bar, of course, had let out a little giggle at the episode's start but, as poor Finn's misfortune grew, it didn't take her long to break into a full-fledged belly laugh,
"He can talk," the little rogue tittered, her laughter interrupting and punctuating her words, "but apparently, he needs work on how, ta eat and drink. Ya need to work on that, Sir Elf."
Had the situation been slightly different, Talca, too, might have joined the little woman in her enjoyment of Finn's plight. Given the druid's dour demeanor leading up to the incident, though, the elf shot the Halfling a warning glance, "Please, aier;" he implored softly with a slow shake of his head.
As if to illustrate the severity of the warning as well as to punctuate it, Finn, in his fit of irritation and anger, snatched the pitcher from Sara's hands and threw it across the room where it shattered to bits at the end of the bar. A tremulous note from a mis-plucked string on the bard's lute fades quickly into the sudden, uncomfortable silence that had fallen over the place and, for a long moment, nervous eyes were uncertain as exactly where to look, at least until Cookie's discordant singing wafted into the common room and disrupted the tight hush,
♫ grum-dee-bum, fiddle-dee-doo, I am making rabit stu,, Fiddle-dee-dee, Fiddle-dum-doo, You eat it up and then you poo,... ♫
Hilarity tickles deep within the Pathfinder's chest, at this, and, while a tight smirk keeps it at bay for an instant, his laughter escapes with a snort and a chuckle. It's not long, then, until the Inn's ambient din rises back to its normal level and attentions are given back to concerns beyond a flummoxed Finn.
As Maria begins to mop up Talca's spilled wine, the disconcerted druid finds his way back to the bar, rights his stool, and hangs his head over the bowl of stew that awaits him, "Sorry," Finn's offers in response to ‘The Look' that the brunette bartender shoots him, Maria's stern expression doesn't soften much as she refills the pathfinder's cup. "You get one," she states flatly before moving along to fill the halfling's glass and then assist poor Sara in clearing the shards of crockery from the floor.
Following a sip from his newly replenished cup, Talca claps a friendly and reassuring hand on Finn's shoulder but, otherwise, lets the druid stew over his stew and regain his composure.
"Perhaps, it would be a good idea if," a more sheepish Finn offers after a few moments, ",you came along with me, to watch each other's backs,"
Talca offers an easy smile and a nod in return. "Perhaps so," he grins, lifting his cup for another sampling of the wine, "It's certainly not the worst idea you've ever had.
Perhaps, too," the elf suggests, then, "We should rethink the bit about leaving after you've eaten. It seems, my friend, that you could stand a rest before the road. I, myself, could use at least one more drink and, maybe, a few hours to tend to other concerns, see to some provisioning aside from all of the Lute's cheese and the like?... Daybreak is a better time to set off on the path you're planning, anyway, mellon,"
Talca takes another pull of his wine as Finn mulls over his words and, over the rim of his cup, spies the Halfling woman pretending not to listen in. He offers the little lady a smile and gestures vaguely at the druid. "Patience," he says with a wink, "The secret of all good bear tamers."
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 09:45:26.
Edited on 2017-05-15 at 14:40:00 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Ummm... yeah....
Subject: No worries, Sonny-boy!
Random is good as long as your improvement is continual! We love and miss you, too, and will be here patiently waiting (with your favorite green lasagna) when you make your triumphant return!
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 07:28:57.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Parting a starty
This has been fun...
1) I'm not at all opposed to a collaborative tale outside of the Lute, at all.
2) As to what that would look like, it's hard to say in detail, but I imagine it would see Finn as the de facto leader (his quest, after all) and the rest of us supporting that mission... (Unless we play into what's already transpiring in the Lute itself... Finn ventures off on his own and "goes missing," leaving Talca to put a party together in order to find the man).
3.) Re: Current situation with Talca, Finn, and TBN Halfling Rogue.
Talca has grasped the situation with Finn, of course, and has a great deal of faith in the bedraggled druid's wisdom. If Finn thinks he's better off on his own (to start) Talca won't press the issue and insist on tagging along. Instead, he'd be inclined to do as Finn asked and hang out in the area of Lynnbrook/The Lute until Finn returns (or until it's become obvious he's gone missing and needs to be found).
As to the halfling, Talca finds her amusing but, as Finn said, she's a bit of an unknown, at this point. Amusement and trust aren't the same thing, after all... and we still don't even know her name!
There's my two coppers, for what their worth!
Aaaaaaand, apologies for the lack of a post... Weekend ended up being busier than I thought and I didn't get a chance to write, at all. Will try and rectify that very soon. Have a meeting in about 1/2 an hour and, after that, I should be able to eke out some time to scribble out something.
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 07:25:40.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: As a matter of fact...
...it does! At least, it often smells like it. 
Will try and get a post tacked on, today...
Happy Mother's Day, all you mothers!
Posted on 2017-05-14 at 09:57:13.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Into mystery
I love not knowing... Keeps my brain on it's toes.
Busy day... Will try and get a post in tonight, perhaps.
Posted on 2017-05-13 at 11:06:27.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Just a short one...
...to provide Talca's reaction to the "back and forth" between Finn and What's-her-face.
Posted on 2017-05-12 at 09:11:51.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Snark fight!!!
"You two Giants planning a trip?"
"Mind your own business, Peck!"
Talca's gaze flicked to the Halfling for an instant and, he was pretty sure, he saw a flash of anger in the stranger's eyes at Finn's use of the slur. It was just that, though, a flash, gone as soon as it had appeared. The elf briefly met the tiny woman's eyes, offered a vaguely apologetic shrug, and mouthed the words ‘I suppose not.'
Before his eyes diverted back to Finn, Talca saw that spark of anger flicker out in the little woman's eyes and rekindle itself as a mischievous sparkle. A slight grin played on her lips, too, just before her features sculpted themselves into an expression of mock surprise.
"By the Gods, it speaks!" the little Halfling quipped with feigned astonishment. "Tell me, Sir Elf, how did you teach your pet bear to speak? It's a true miracle!"
It was a retort worthy of earning a chuckle, to be sure. Given the gravity of the suddenly stern druid's words, though, Talca managed not to laugh at the barb. Instead, his amusement was displayed by only the slightest of smirks tugging at one corner of his mouth,
Posted on 2017-05-12 at 09:10:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Well done, folks!
Nice to see these characters coming out of the shadows a bit, so to speak.
Posted on 2017-05-12 at 08:28:18.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Good stuff!
Loving this already... all kinds of places this could lead. 
Celeste - I was just ribbing you, melui. I know you're still wrestling with "bandwidth" and can't quite post as frequently as you'd like. Looking very forward to what you come up with whenever you come up with it.
Everyone else - look for a post from me either late tonight or tomorrow morning.
 @ "trained bear"!
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 20:27:34.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Mmmmm.... COULD be... or... y'know... not.
"That's a much better drinking pace, aier. No sense in choking yourself to a stop on the first one, eh?" Talca flicked the woman a playful wink, then, and started to turn toward Finn once more,
"Aye," he heard the Halfling lass quip in reply as he turned, "best to consider me size when dealin' with drinkin'. I'm not a Giant like ye self, eh?"
The elf chuckled aloud at that and offered another quick grin over his shoulder before refocusing on Finn. "As I was saying," he offered, "If you're set on such a trip, Finn, I'd be happy to come along,"
"And what makes you reckon I want you to come," Finn asked pointedly.
The look on the druid's face stilled Talca's tongue as much as the words had and, in that instant, all the elf could manage was a vaguely wide-eyed look in return as he raised a apologetically placating hand,
"You two Giants plannin' a trip?" The Halfling piped up, then; her tone interested and eager.
"Mind your own business, Peck," Finn barked at the woman without taking his stern-eyed gaze from Talca's.
,The pathfinder's brows crept slightly higher up his forehead at Finn's admonition of the Halfling. As the druid leaned in closer, Talca briefly met the tiny woman's eyes, offered a vaguely apologetic shrug, and mouthed the words ‘I suppose not.' That was it, though; Finn had begun whispering in low tones and, so, had claimed the elf's full attentions again.
"I didn't tell yah to have yah come. This isn't a merry walk through the trees," the druid hissed. "I told yah so that if anything happened, someone other than Runi and I might know about it, someone who might be able to find me, or what's left, and carry on so that people don't starve, or worse."
Finn pulled back, then, letting those words hang between them.
For a long moment, Talca was content to let them hang there as he weighed the gravity of those words the auburn-haired man had spoken, and how he'd spoken them. "Very well, my friend," he said softly at the end of that moment, "I hadn't intended to assume..."
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 16:21:55.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Yup, yup...
...I got that.
Nice post and nice little "twist" there. I'll try and get a response tacked up shortly.
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 15:46:13.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Pictures
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Just replace the square brackets with angle brackets and you should be good to go.
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 15:22:34.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: BRAVO!!!
Loved the post!
Funny that you should mention rescue/med-evac shuttles, though. That's precisely what I was going to do with the folks in flight control in my next post... prepping Peregrine's own shuttles and going on stand-by for rescue flights (hopefully) or tactical engagement (if necessary). Still working it up... hope to have it posted soon.
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 13:37:47.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Hmmmm...
...looks like we might have the makings of a party, here, eh?
I've got a post in the works but am going to hold of on calling it done until Finn and Celeste... *ahem-cough-cough-nudge-nudge-wink-wink*... have had an opportunity to chime in.
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 12:33:48.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Et voila!
One post... run with it as you will. 
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 10:09:01.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Continued converstractions...
Stirring the pepper into his stew, Talca listened with interest as Finn related some small details about his consultations with Lynnbrooke's resident healer and the general direction in which those discussions had now pointed the druid's steps. He interjected very little as Finn spoke, only nodding his concurrence with the red-haired man's estimation of the tough trail ahead of him and arching a curious brow as the man sketched out the extent of the blight.
"Worse;" Finn added, setting aside mortar and pestle and reaching for a discarded mug on the bartop, "if'n what Runi thinks is half true, this is only the beginning of the troubles."
Talca swallowed his most recent mouthful of stew and washed it down with another splash of wine as the druid called on Maria to "fix" the empty mug and inquired about his order. "Surely you're not planning on going alone," the pathfinder queried, setting his own cup aside. That question was supposed to have been followed by an immediate offer to join Finn on his expedition, The offer was forestalled, though, as, just as the ranger had opened his mouth to speak it, the Lute's door burst open with a suddenness that drew more than just Talca's gaze.
In the doorway, amidst the swirling of dust that blew in from the road, stood a diminutive figure; cloaked and hooded but obviously scanning the room from the depths of that cowl, Attempting to be ominous, I suppose, Talca mused, his fingers drifting slowly away from the hilt of the machete they'd found when the door boomed open, Unfortunately for the tiny visitor, though, the portentous entrance was spoiled by the Inn's door swinging back towards its jamb and sending it, arse first, to the floor. Talca only managed to half-suppress a laugh at the little creature's predicament, and only because he'd allowed his hand to move completely away from the machete and take up his cup again; his chuckles disappearing somewhat into the dregs of his wine as the humiliated Halfling got to her feet and regarded the room once more with a sheepish little smile.
"Mind your belongings, my friend," the pathfinder whisperingly snickered to Finn as the dark-haired Halfling woman padded across the floor toward the bar, "If this one doesn't try to pilfer from them, she's just as likely to fall into them, eh?" Talca watched her, his expression a mixture of amusement and passing interest, as the tiny woman situated her gear at the foot of the barstool she'd selected and, once done, sprang easily onto the seat.
"Wine," she said in a small, yet strong sounding voice, "if you got any. If not, whatever is good."
As Maria had slipped into the kitchen to fetch Finn's stew, the Lute's skittish barmaid, Sarah scampered over to tend to the new arrival. "Welcome to The Bleeding Lute," the fair-skinned wisp of a woman chirped, her lively eyes taking in the flash of silver even as they took in the halfling's face, "Grog's what we've got the most of, at the moment, I'm afraid, but, for silver I'm sure we can find some wine for you." Sarah's fingers claimed the silver from the bartop and secreted away in her apron as she moved a few steps away and poured a cupful of the dwindling wine stock.
As the little woman waited for her drink, she turned her head to scan the room, and slowly observed the other patrons. Her inquiring eyes stopped on several different groups as she studied those that seemed to be other than simple farmers and townsfolk. When her drink came, whatever it was, she took a hardy swig as if she hadn't had any to drink for a while. She winced at the taste, then smirked slightly and took another smaller swig.
Talca had offered the little newcomer an affable smile and a nod of greeting when her eyes had passed his but, until she winced at the potency of the wine she'd just gulped, the pathfinder didn't give up much else. Taking note of that grimace, though, and the faint smirk and smaller swallow that followed, Talca chuckled softly; "That's a much better drinking pace, aier (little one). No sense in choking yourself to a stop on the first, aye?" He flicked the woman a playful wink, then, and regarded Finn once more,
"As I was saying," the elf circled back to the thoughts he'd had prior to the halfling's arrival, "If you're set on such a trip, Finn, I'd be happy to come along,"
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 10:08:09.
Edited on 2017-05-11 at 10:23:37 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Nicely done, Boo Boo!
I'm doing actual work-work, at the moment, and that'll occupy me for the next hour or two, but I do have a post in the works that I'll get to ASAP in which I'll be sure to acknowledge the new arrival.
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 08:37:50.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Talca's description
Talcanaiion "Talca" Aldavathar
Physical Description: Talca is, at a glance, easily identifiable as an elf; tall, lean muscled, and preternaturally graceful. The golden color of his almond-shaped eyes, too, is almost as readily identifiable an Elf trait as are the points of his ears. His hair, colored various shades of brown much like the floor of his native forests, is worn long but pulled back and secured by a smattering of thin braids so as not to interfere with his vision. The intricate, leaf, vine, and arrow toolwork of his well-worn leathers do nothing to obscure his heritage, either; nor do the bow and well-stocked quiver of arrows he carries. The machetes, though, to most folk of any species that have so much as heard tales of the Elf, the machetes that Talca carries are, indeed, a curious choice of weapon.
Background: Born and raised in the town of Poldora in Londelirinen, Talca spent his early years playing in and exploring Hith Taure (the Misty Forest) and, in doing so, nurtured a great love of "wandering with a purpose." Seeking out and discovering new and alternate routes to and from various destinations, for him, became less and less a hobby or diversion but, something much more akin to a passion. When he was of age, he eagerly apprenticed himself to a lovely, wandering archer, originally from Alloryen, named Merilwen Gabrinil. Under Merilwen's tutelage, Talca became not only a talented archer in his own right, but, also, was afforded numerous opportunities to hone his pathfinding skills. In fact, before the pair finally parted ways just a handful of years ago, Merilwen had come to defer to her apprentice's judgement when it came to finding and navigating their course during and between adventures, as his skill in doing so was almost uncanny.
Even with those skills taken into consideration, though, Meri and Talca went their separate ways when the she-elf was summoned to Ela-Isthtel by the Elf Court. The mission that the kingdoms would have her undertake, Meri had told him the night she left, was not one she would care to see Talca endure, besides, the Court had summoned her, and her alone. So it was that, in order to continue feeding his wanderlust and love for exploring, Talca began hiring himself out as a guide and pathfinder to just about any party that would have him, and so it is that he comes to be with his current companions.
Personality: When Talca is "working" he tends to present as your typical Elf - quiet, focused, self-assured, even, perhaps, a bit aloof - but, given his choice of occupation, that would almost be expected of anyone of any race. In those times that he's not blazing and scouting the trail ahead of his compatriots, on the other hand, Talca is a bit of a different case. Depending on the individual perceptions and prejudices of those who have travelled with him, the elven pathfinder has been alternately described as snarky, arrogant, sarcastic, and, from time to time, funny. In all his years travelling with Meri and, also, in the years that have followed, Talca has been exposed to all types - from the gruff, glowering, never-speak-more-than-a-syllable-to-a-point-ear sort, to those that saw elves as exotic and exhilarating and would never stop talking if you did - and, as a result, has come to the decision that people weren't much different from paths. Every once in a while you'll encounter part of one that surprises you, but you can't let it change who you are or where you're going, so, you continue being you and find your way over or around that off-putting obstacle and arrive at your destination all the happier for it in the end.
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 07:16:11.
Edited on 2017-05-11 at 07:16:24 by Eol Fefalas
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