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Post by Sunday on Sept 25, 2018 22:17:21 GMT
The door to the Ettin swings open so hard it bangs back off the wall; the diminutive figure of an undisguised Lady Sunday stomps towards the bar, kicking off two oversized red boots as she goes. The boots slide across the floor in different directions, sparks coruscating off the crimson leather and grounding in the Ettin’s flagstones.
She carelessly drops a giant, 6-foot maul onto a nearby empty table and barely glances over her shoulder as it smashes through the wood, folding the furniture in on itself.
She reaches the bar and hops over, slamming 30 gold down as she goes muttering “damages for the table”, and pours herself a drink - turning, she vanishes and reappears in a chair by the ruined table, and stares fixedly at the tavern door......
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Post by Malri 'Taffeta' Thistletop on Sept 25, 2018 22:49:25 GMT
After a little while, the door squeaks open again. Daisy walks in, her face set in a deep frown, a set of winter furs slung over her back. Taffeta follows, dirty and windswept; the dust on her face is tracked with dried tears. Seeing Lady Sunday, they both pause, then trudge over to the splintered remnants of the table.
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Post by Sunday on Sept 25, 2018 23:05:30 GMT
For a few moments, Lady Sunday says nothing. Her features flicker through a myriad of familiar and unfamiliar faces, one visage in particular recurring over and over: Nowhere.
"What the hells was that smug sorcerous shit doing there? I was so close to pulling the trigger" *her tail whips into view, the tip of it coiled round the strange-looking barrelled device she carries everywhere nowadays* "Did you see him? And what happened to the other three?"
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Post by Daisy on Sept 25, 2018 23:13:05 GMT
An hour after Lady Sunday, Daisy falls into the tavern, as if something has pushed her throw the door. Taffeta walks in right after.
Daisy's looking scruffy as never before, with feathers stuck in her hair. She's coughing some out too. Her clothes are wet and ripped a little.She goes to the bar and asks for the strongest drink, but after seeing Lady Sunday still staring into space, Daisy takes a wooden flask out of her bag and pours a dark green liquid into three shot glasses. The smell of the drink is herby and bitter, so strong that it hurts to breathe for everyone at the table nearby.
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Post by Malri 'Taffeta' Thistletop on Sept 25, 2018 23:15:18 GMT
Taffeta opens her mouth to answer Lady Sunday's question, then closes it. She coughs and tries again. 'Daisy saw him. I didn't. Findal and Barden got out: I saw them near the camp on the cliff. I don't know about Biddy.' She pauses, then turns her face sightly towards her dwarven friend, though not looking directly at her. 'Daisy... Nowhere will have saved the children, won't he? Reaxis' children? Surely he'll have saved them?'
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Post by Daisy on Sept 25, 2018 23:21:14 GMT
"I don't know, Taffeta. I did see him. But if he could save them, why hasn't he already?
We risked so much just trying to get close to them, yet there he was, just stoking their backs, and all in the middle of a war camp full of Giants and trolls.
We need to warn the council about an army so close to Daring Heights... Maybe we need to prepare for another invasion"
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Post by Malri 'Taffeta' Thistletop on Sept 26, 2018 6:25:18 GMT
'Yes,' Taffeta replies absently. 'Yes, you're right. I just... I can't seem to think about anything except that beautiful silver dragon walking out of the forest yesterday... asking for our help... trusting us to rescue her children from that camp... She sounded so proud and noble but she was scared, Daisy. So scared and in pain, I could feel it, I've felt it myself. She just wanted her children to be safe, and I... I told her I'd do everything I could...'
The halfling's face starts to scrunch up. Her fist clenches, hovering above the slanted table-top as if about to slam down – then slowly comes down again. 'Sorry. You're right. Warn the Council. But what do we tell them? What was even happening on that mountain? I don't understand any of it.'
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Post by Sunday on Sept 26, 2018 7:48:32 GMT
"All I know is we spent three days doing nothing! There were all those trolls and ogres and giants and we didn't kill any of them. They're just sitting there in the mountains, waiting."
Lady Sunday knocks off all three of the shots Daisy poured.
"Tell whoever you want, won't change the fact we accomplished nothing."
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Post by Malri 'Taffeta' Thistletop on Sept 26, 2018 9:59:51 GMT
'We weren't there to kill anything! I'm sick of killing! A few tendays ago we killed a demi-god who was absolutely no threat to us, just for fun; wasn't that enough for you?' Taffeta's eyes are wet again as she leans precariously across the collapsed table to point a tiny finger at Lady Sunday. 'Our job was to rescue those dragons, and maybe we'd have done that if you hadn't... hadn't fucked off and left me and Daisy to do everything on our own!'
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Post by Sunday on Sept 26, 2018 10:20:49 GMT
Lady Sunday leans back in her chair, eyelids hooding over her deep-purple eyes, and rest her exquisitely pedicured feet on the edge of the broken table.
"Now, now: don't go blaming others for your own failings. I'm sure I've heard you telling those children of yours to take responsibility for their actions and choices. Especially when you had plenty of opportunities to save those dragons and didn't take them - too busy talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking. What about the others - there were plenty of us there and we still achieved nothing. We don't even know what or who was controlling the trolls and giants. Or what their motives are.
And at least I was honest about why I wanted to kill that demi-god. What was your excuse for taking part?"
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Post by Malri 'Taffeta' Thistletop on Sept 26, 2018 10:22:50 GMT
Coll, already on alert from the table-smashing and now hearing raised voices, ambles over. 'Now, what's all this about? Last time I saw you three, our dragon-warning stone was glowing and you were taking those two newcomers off to see what was going on. Next thing I know, you're all gone and no dragon to be seen. Now two days later you looked like hell and you're smashing my tables and scaring my customers. What happened?'
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Post by Sunday on Sept 26, 2018 11:14:31 GMT
"Not much really. Some massive silver dragon asked us to save some baby silver dragons from some trolls and ogres and giants. We went to their camp. There were loads of them. They were doing some rituals. There was a priest. We walked around for days and didn't do anything apart from poison a pot and release some mammoths. We were about to fight them all when Nowhere told us to stop getting involved so we came home and left the baby dragons there. Dunno what she's getting so pissy about. Do you have any food cooking?"
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Post by Daisy on Sept 26, 2018 16:53:38 GMT
Daisy looks at the spilled glasses, pauses for a second and snaps at Lady Sunday:
"Maybe you are forgetting there were hundeds of them and SIX of us? Maybe you are forgetting, there was a powerful mage mind-controlling the army? Maybe you are forgetting that he shook off my magic without blinking an eye?! And he is just the servant of that Princess person! Who did you want to fight? We'd all be dead in a second if we tried to fight them. The poor baby dragons are still out there under some sort of trance and I've never felt more helpless!"
Daisy turns to the bar: "Coll, when was last you've seen Nowhere? We must find out what his business in the mountains is!"
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Post by Nowhere on Sept 26, 2018 17:11:33 GMT
Coll replies,
"I haven't seen Nowhere since he went off with you lot chasing some blue demi god thing.
Truth be told I don't think anyone has seen him since then. "
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Post by Sunday on Sept 26, 2018 17:40:20 GMT
Daisy looks at the spilled glasses, pauses for a second and snaps at Lady Sunday: "Maybe you are forgetting there were hundeds of them and SIX of us? Maybe you are forgetting, there was a powerful mage mind-controlling the army? Maybe you are forgetting that he shook off my magic without blinking an eye?! And he is just the servant of that Princess person! Who did you want to fight? We'd all be dead in a second if we tried to fight them. The poor baby dragons are still out there under some sort of trance and I've never felt more helpless!" Daisy turns to the bar: "Coll, when was last you've seen Nowhere? We must find out what his business in the mountains is!" Lady Sunday hops down from the chair and pulls on her boots. She summons her maul into her hand, Mjolnir-style, from the floor and looks round. “More yakking and excuses. However, I accept your apology” And heads out of the bar. |
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