Cynil unconciously reaches out a hand and her fingers delicately touch Conall's chest above his heart.
"Peace comes from within, first. Amid all the chaos of the world, one can still find peace in oneself. It is a place inviolate."
Cynil suddenly aware of what she is doing, blushes with a delicate pink that makes her eyes glitter even more strongly. With Elven politeness she begins to lift her hand away from Conall's chest. Feeling the strong beat beneath her fingers was disconcerting and only added to her blush, which was now a more intense pink.
She had touched men before and they had touched her, but now, with Conall, there was something different. There was the sense of intimacy, of something deeply private.
Posted on 2007-04-19 at 15:45:36.
Edited on 2007-04-19 at 15:49:47 by Dragon Mistress
Conall felt the touch of hand and the depth of it. Her eyes seemed to be looking deep within. Her words unlocked places that did not seem real. Conall’s gaze moved to the hand of Cynil, the soft lines, the delicate fingers, but the strength is could unleash. As she pulled away Conall spoke with out thought, “On the wind, in the song of birds, on the shore of a stream that runs down from the hills to the sea,” Conall looked at Cynil, “in the eyes. That is where peace might be found. I look not within, only dark and cold places are kept there. Many wounds that stay unhealed and fester that is all that will be found within. No, I thank you but I think here is where I find peace. You are one of the earth and all things that are beautiful. You are a peace maker, I think.” Conall took Cynil’s wrist and placed her hand upon her own breast over the heart, “That is where peace dwells and I am grateful for that. Never loose that, never loose sight of it. Dream for all those of us who can not Milady Cynil.”
First Ulthok gives the turtles a piece of his mind, after they where quite rude. But then decides to enter with Rayne. Halia puts down her Niamedris to take Ulthok's weapons. Being nothing she can really do she waits patiently for the two to return. While she waits she can’t help put glare at the turtles every now an then, there is something about them that is unsettling to her....
Conall takes his ease as the Lady Cynil sings softly.
As time passes her singing becomes a soft hum. Conall stands and extends a hand to the Lady Cynil, “Lady Cynil, you have given me a gift beyond compare. I thank you. Now if I may be so bold as to ask for your company inside for a bit of wine and perhaps a light meal. Then I must go and check in on my brethren Corvo at the temple before it grows to late.” Conall smiles, hoping she will join him.
Conall extends his left hand to the lady Cynil, palm down. Such is the way a gentleman walks a lady. “Then let us find a table, a fine bottle of wine, and some fresh fruit and vegetables,” Conall then sniffs the air, “Oh and perhaps some fresh bread if I am not mistaken.” With the gape of an ogre next to one of the fair kin, Conall escorts the Lady Cynil to the Common room.
DWARVES & BABES
A fee asked for and no single ladies other then dancers allowed inside it was up to one of two males to go with Rayne into the club. Who would it be Halfling or Dwarf?
With the bouncers words spoken and he as yet blocking the door to Rayne, Ulthok having been offended by the bouncer’s reference to Rayne could no longer keep quiet.
“We understand the need for rules in a place such as this, and someone to enforce them that however in no way gives you the right to be offensive and rude. The young lady is merely interested in doing some business with the owner of this establishment”
“Yeah well ya know what there shorty, I don’t care. Ya either pay the fee or shag your puny ass home. What’s it gonna be.”
With Ulthok’s decision to accompany Rayne inside it was only a matter of letting the bouncer do his job. After a quick pat down by said bouncer, his hands at times lingering a bit too long on Rayne, and then with both Ulthok and Rayne seemingly unarmed and the 10 gold piece fee for both of them paid they were finally allowed admittance. It was here that Rayne asked upon a meeting with the owner, The Tortle, a cruel smile on his face, turned to Rayne and told her of his description and that he could be found somewhere inside. So with that said both entered into the building to find themselves once past the entrance amid a large area with almost no lights, except those centered on stages, and loud blaring music, though very well played.
Upon 3 small stages danced a Varity of females ranging from an Elf to a Human to a very well endowed Halfling. On a larger stage centered against the back wall of the club a loud voice was introducing a new dancer, and as Rayne and Ulthok watched a clean shaven very attractive dwarf female emerged and began to dance to a fast paced song singing the merits of dancers like her.
To her right both could see three females, though dressed in more clothing then the dancers; still showing a lot of cleavage all the same.
They all appeared to be waiting with trays for a large Tortle behind the bar to pass them mugs of ale or beer and glasses of wine or harder sprites.
With few minutes to allow for their eyes to adjust to the dim lighting the Halfling and Elf scanned the room before them and realized that for the most part Rayne was the only non dancer in the place. With both scanning the crowd and bar area neither of them for the moment did see the owner. The next move was once again up to each
As Rayne and Ulthok entered the building, Haila and Magma at the urging, quite strongly, of the Tortles before them moved to the side of the stairs to await the two’s return. Their mission for the moment protection of Ulthok and Rayne’s gear they still both stood ready to rush to their aid if needed and no turtle like creatures would stop them. But as things stood right now all the Human Fighter/Mage and Dwarven Fighter could do was wait.
TWIN TOWERS INN
For others of the party, two in particular, the worries of the road ahead for a brief moment forgotten and the fate of whole nations put on a shelf they enjoyed the company of the other.
As Conall and Cynil sat together in a rare moment of peace both felt closeness to the other that nether one had felt for another in a long time.
The stirring of 1st love, perhaps, but for the Paladin and the Druid thoughts of such were far from each’s mind. For now just having the luxury of sharing with a friend and comrade a time of peace was the greatest gift that each could give the other.
In the Temple yet sat Cor, though night had fallen he had waited for yet another sign from his god yet none had come. Clear it was that Odin had said all that was needed and the Dwarf Cleric was only getting tired and hungry for no good reason. With his mind at ease and his heart proud in his god’s trust in him he headed back to the Inn for a meal and to talk to Conall about his pending departure from the group for a time.
As he sought the Paladin he was pointed towards the Inn’s garden by a pretty human serving girl and came upon Cynil and Conall together.
As he saw the Male human and the female Elf lost in each other and so very much at peace he did not approach. Quietly moving back into the Inn proper he sat and ordered a mug of light ale and a bowl of freshly baked bread as the beginning of a meal. And so it was that when Conall and Cynil soon entered after him, also following the smell of fresh bread, he mentioned to them and with a smile did invite them to sit with him.
Before long for the first time in many hours so too finally did Alasdair and Althena appear, hunger also leading them to the Inn’s dining room. Seeing the other three already there they politely asked to join them.
With five of nine party members before him he knew it was not yet the right time to tell them of his new mission.
He would first talk to Conall as that was the Paladin’s due as Cor’s pupil, but in truth as the Dwarf’s closet friend.
Time enough to do so after the meal before them.....
(OOC: Ok I decided to delete my earlier post to Brianna and Dragonmist and repost it here as they had not responded to it yet which is ok.
As for the interaction of Kyle and Dragon Mistress I have to say I find myself eagerly awaiting the next post from each of you as it is very very good reading. Please both of you keep it up.
Ok a bit of a players heads up, Alacrity at the moment has asked me to NPC him due to at the moment very hectic RL. He will return in 2-3 weeks when things slow down enough for him to think again. So at the moment I am NPCing Magma, Alasdair, and Althena so to the rest of you keep the posts coming so I have some idea what the rest of you are doing. Well as normal next post next Wednesday, good posting everyone)
Once it is deceided that he will accompany Rayne inside the brothal in search for this dishwasher Ulthok will move over to where Halia is standing and remove and hand her all of his visiable weapons.He will retain as he always does the two throwing daggers hidden in his boots.Once finished he will pay his 5 gold submit to their pat down and then enter the place with Rayne at his side.
They enter the dark main room of the brothal and stopping inside to look around and get their bearings.They see dancers in their cages dancing, there is a main stage with a clean shaven dwarf woman dancing, and some waiteress waiting on a tortle bartender to pour drinks for their patrons, but no sign of their quarry the owner.
Turning to Rayne I think I will approach the bartender Tortle and see if he will give me the wearabouts of the owner, you should stay close but let me deal with the dam Tortle, I don't want to have to put up with their foul mouths any more.
Making his way over to where the ladies are waiting for their drinks the little halfling will first speak with them. Excuse me my fair ladies I am looking to speak with the owner of this establishment, and was told by the outside guards he would be found somewhere in here, maybe you could point us in the right direction.
Posted on 2007-04-26 at 11:00:58.
Brianna Not Dragon Mistress Karma: 105/32 2282 Posts
Rayne follow ultok with a nod. NOt that the crude language of the guards had bothered her at all. Their words ran off her back like water from a swans bright plumage, with out a feather ruffled in the process. However Ultok well meaning taking charge did give her time to survey the surroundings and keep an eye out for their quarry and possible departure routes..
Rayne know about such establishments but had not often every been in one anywhere. Her keen eyes and ears assessed and recorded everything she could see and hear.
SHe also enjoyed her own game of thrying to figure out why each person was hear by their actions. which she did by watching the ebb and flow of the patrons and the performers.
"Please join us, my Lord and Lady," Cynil looks to the two. "We have just ordered fresh bread straight from the oven, butter, and honey. Enough to stave off hunger till dinner."
Cynil looks about the group, "We will have to add another table and chairs, when the others return from their shopping."
As the serving girl returns with a platter of steaming bread , a pot of butter and another of honey, Cynil pulls her eating knife and cuts off a crusty end of the bread. this she slaters with butter and the drizzles honey over that.
"Now this is a feast fit for...," she turns and hands the first slice to Conall. "Anyone else for some bread with butter and honey?"
"Girl, another loaf and some soft white cheese," Cynil adds after a thought. And please make that two bottles of your best wine."
Conall helped the Lady Cynil to a chair at the table of Cor and then sat himself. The smiles were light and Conall knew that something played upon the mind of Cor, but for what ever reason Cor chose not to talk about it. It was Conall who was getting ready to ask how the day of deep meditation went at the temple when Alasdir and Althena showed themselves to the dinning room. As the two approached the table the Lady Cynil opened an invite for the two to join them.
Conall stood as was the popper thing to do when the lady Althena sat at the table. He then sat and gave a quick nod to Alasdir. It was then the serving wench came to the table with food and drink. The Lady Cynil made light conversation and offered the first slice of bread with hot butter and honey on it to Conall. He took pause for only a second and then openly accepted the first piece of bread. He then broke off a small piece and pasted the rest to his right, “Let us all break the first slice together.”
A smile drifted from under the beard of Cor, “Well done lad.” As in turn he took the slice and passed it on.