Post by Toothy on Nov 8, 2020 20:33:38 GMT
The usual traffic passes through Portal Plaza, carts and people alike going about their daily business, among this bustle another standard wooden cart can be seen carrying two figures and what seems to be all their worldly possessions. The cart is filled with a surprisingly small amount of items considering this, the pieces of furniture present are scarce especially when compared to the number of weapons and tools. Riding at the front of the cart is a half-elf male with his arms crossed, hair dark brown and shaved close to the scalp which is littered with scars. His pale face, which surveys Daring Heights with a steady expression, shows the marks of older age setting in.
Next to him driving the cart, and much more animated in his excitement, is a built young drow man with long white hair cut to an undercut on one side, coloured string holding together small bone talismans and the occasional small tight braid. The young drow’s pale purple eyes dart around as he drives the cart through Daring, desperately trying to take it all in, go the right way and excitedly chat to the half-elf next to him all at the same time. The loud chatting shows off his unusually large teeth, the ursain-like nature of them sticking out from the sharp and elegant features of his dark grey face.
Both individuals wear simple clothing, the older half-elf sports a light brown and fur lined jacket over his long sleeved top. Whereas the young drow wears a dark red cable knit jumper under a deep green collarless jacket.
Turning round a corner and continuing on they eventually stop in front of a vacant shop front with an older human gentleman hovering around outside. Some pleasant words are exchanged between him and the half-elf who has descended from the cart, keys and some gold is exchanged over a firm handshake and soon the gentleman leaves the two of them to move in. Just as the drow man reaches to the back of the cart to open it up and get started, a booming voice comes hurtling down the street just like it’s owner.
“Toothy and Lucan you little shits you made it!”
Whipping round the drow man, presumably Toothy, just manages to brace himself before he’s easily lifted into the air via a bone crushing hug delivered by a blonde haired dwarven woman built like a brickhouse.
“OOf Auntie! You found us pretty quick. Dad only just got the keys.”
“Yeah? Well call it excellent timing then little’ un. But talking of not little, have you been training up more? You don’t feel as squishy as last time I hugged yah.”
Toothy merely shrugs, but can’t help the knowing smile that spreads over his face.
The dwarven woman gives a hearty chuckle and an approving pat to Toothy’s arm, a pat that would probably knock out anyone not expecting it.
“Oi Gilda, don’t go deafening our neighbours before we’ve even moved in eh?”
The deep voice sounds round the side of the cart, from the entrance of the house, where Lucan is leaning against the door frame. The half-elf’s words might sound stern but he’s sporting a large grin that only grows wider as the dwarven woman, Gilda, makes her way to the door to greet him properly too.
Eventually the trio finish with greetings and make a headway on moving items off the cart and into the house, all three of them effortlessly lifting even the heaviest of items off. At one point Toothy pauses as he reaches for a glaive that rests against the side, unwrapping it to reveal it’s well used but well maintained handle and blade. Gilda and Lucan both come outside to see this, Gilda coming up alongside Toothy and resting a hand on his arm.
“It’s a big change going from mercenary work to something else Toothy, me and your Dad know all too well” Lucan gives a acknowledging grunt and places a hand on Toothy’s other arm as Gilda says this, “You know one of the higher ups at my job, Heret I think he’s called, he’s an adventurer too. Not one of the biggest lads in the yard but he does alright by it, so I think you’ll smash it. Probably quite literally at times too.”
Toothy chuckles and loosely balances the glaive between his hands.
“It ain’t the fighting I’m worried about, know I can do that pretty well. It’s just everything else.”
Gilda takes the blade from Toothy’s hands and wraps it back up as she moves back towards the shopfront of the house.
“That’s alright kid, we’ve all got to get nervous about things sometimes. But let’s put this away for now unless you’re planning to chop dinner with it.”
As her figure retreats inside, Lucan stretches out his arm to Toothy’s other shoulder so as to catch him in a loose sideways hug.
“I still think you made the right decision. You’ve always had too big and good a heart for mercenary work anyway, this way you get to choose the jobs you get to do. And if shit does hit the wall, I’m always here for you.”
Toothy looks to the side at his Dad, the nervous look fading and being replaced by a soft smile.
“Yeah, yeah. I know it’ll be fine in the end. Now let’s get inside, I think that was Auntie’s way of saying she’s hungry.”
And with that Lucan and Toothy move to take the last items off the cart and follow Gilda inside, the trio’s laughter easily heard as it drifts through the open door.
Next to him driving the cart, and much more animated in his excitement, is a built young drow man with long white hair cut to an undercut on one side, coloured string holding together small bone talismans and the occasional small tight braid. The young drow’s pale purple eyes dart around as he drives the cart through Daring, desperately trying to take it all in, go the right way and excitedly chat to the half-elf next to him all at the same time. The loud chatting shows off his unusually large teeth, the ursain-like nature of them sticking out from the sharp and elegant features of his dark grey face.
Both individuals wear simple clothing, the older half-elf sports a light brown and fur lined jacket over his long sleeved top. Whereas the young drow wears a dark red cable knit jumper under a deep green collarless jacket.
Turning round a corner and continuing on they eventually stop in front of a vacant shop front with an older human gentleman hovering around outside. Some pleasant words are exchanged between him and the half-elf who has descended from the cart, keys and some gold is exchanged over a firm handshake and soon the gentleman leaves the two of them to move in. Just as the drow man reaches to the back of the cart to open it up and get started, a booming voice comes hurtling down the street just like it’s owner.
“Toothy and Lucan you little shits you made it!”
Whipping round the drow man, presumably Toothy, just manages to brace himself before he’s easily lifted into the air via a bone crushing hug delivered by a blonde haired dwarven woman built like a brickhouse.
“OOf Auntie! You found us pretty quick. Dad only just got the keys.”
“Yeah? Well call it excellent timing then little’ un. But talking of not little, have you been training up more? You don’t feel as squishy as last time I hugged yah.”
Toothy merely shrugs, but can’t help the knowing smile that spreads over his face.
The dwarven woman gives a hearty chuckle and an approving pat to Toothy’s arm, a pat that would probably knock out anyone not expecting it.
“Oi Gilda, don’t go deafening our neighbours before we’ve even moved in eh?”
The deep voice sounds round the side of the cart, from the entrance of the house, where Lucan is leaning against the door frame. The half-elf’s words might sound stern but he’s sporting a large grin that only grows wider as the dwarven woman, Gilda, makes her way to the door to greet him properly too.
Eventually the trio finish with greetings and make a headway on moving items off the cart and into the house, all three of them effortlessly lifting even the heaviest of items off. At one point Toothy pauses as he reaches for a glaive that rests against the side, unwrapping it to reveal it’s well used but well maintained handle and blade. Gilda and Lucan both come outside to see this, Gilda coming up alongside Toothy and resting a hand on his arm.
“It’s a big change going from mercenary work to something else Toothy, me and your Dad know all too well” Lucan gives a acknowledging grunt and places a hand on Toothy’s other arm as Gilda says this, “You know one of the higher ups at my job, Heret I think he’s called, he’s an adventurer too. Not one of the biggest lads in the yard but he does alright by it, so I think you’ll smash it. Probably quite literally at times too.”
Toothy chuckles and loosely balances the glaive between his hands.
“It ain’t the fighting I’m worried about, know I can do that pretty well. It’s just everything else.”
Gilda takes the blade from Toothy’s hands and wraps it back up as she moves back towards the shopfront of the house.
“That’s alright kid, we’ve all got to get nervous about things sometimes. But let’s put this away for now unless you’re planning to chop dinner with it.”
As her figure retreats inside, Lucan stretches out his arm to Toothy’s other shoulder so as to catch him in a loose sideways hug.
“I still think you made the right decision. You’ve always had too big and good a heart for mercenary work anyway, this way you get to choose the jobs you get to do. And if shit does hit the wall, I’m always here for you.”
Toothy looks to the side at his Dad, the nervous look fading and being replaced by a soft smile.
“Yeah, yeah. I know it’ll be fine in the end. Now let’s get inside, I think that was Auntie’s way of saying she’s hungry.”
And with that Lucan and Toothy move to take the last items off the cart and follow Gilda inside, the trio’s laughter easily heard as it drifts through the open door.