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Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) Aug 5, 2015 13:04:41 GMT -8 Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) likes this

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Post by zak on Aug 5, 2015 13:04:41 GMT -8

Improving Social Standing;

It will take One Month of effort (putting your anticipated completion date at September 5th) completing about 2-3 roleplays a week that are relevant to improving this trait. What is considered relevant is primarily up to you to determine what advancing ‘social standing’ means to you, your character, and how they can go about enhancing their own abilities through such things as learning, watching, doing, etc. While rolling for Social Standing is always good, it is not necessary. Just make sure to add some flavor to your posts about your character striving for improvement!

8/5/2015; Improving Social Standing; in which Sovelis Quinn 'networks' with a local smith, shares trade knowledge, and inquires about a job.

[14:51] "Pyromancer Quill" flops his face forward onto the countertop, head down against the wood. If one were preceptive, they would hear a gentle inhaling noise. After a few seconds, muffled speech of an oriental nature would echo up from the mysterious bald stranger. "Quill, are you done with the, mmm, metal beaty man yet?"

[14:52] Erthur Throkreak glanced over the parchment layed out before him, "Ahh so ifen ey carry dat der number ey can..." he'd jump glancing up, "Err...you okay der? Yer lucky dis 'eres wood, dis was 'ome et'd be stone, ever see a tree grow underground? neider 'ave ey," his hands rested on the counter as he stood up from the stool a bit.

[14:53] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) readjusts his shirt and leather apron, before giving a swipe across his sleeves to brush off some debris, dirt, and to unsuccessfully wipe at the oils stained into his clothing. After staring over the goods at the smiths stall - from the side, rather than the front as a proper customer - Sovelis inches closer towards the back of the counter and eyes the dwarf warily. "Now sir," he spits out Sir with a bit of reservation, as if not entirely willing to refer to the man as such for some reason or another. "Have you crafted these or are you simply the merchant in charge of their s.... Quill." Sovelis shakes his head at the horrible display from the pyromancer. "-You- are Quill. /I/ Am Quinn. We've been over this hundreds of times."

[14:55] "Pyromancer Quill" slowly cants his head up. Now the chin was resting on the wood, an improvement to be sure. If one were to look upon his face, one would spot two things - eyes that revealed incredible magical potency within their owner, and a rather vacant, though somewhat pleased look. With one hand, he would raise his staff and point it towards Quinn, "You are, mm, such a kidder, Mr. Quill, such a kidder." he would say, in that odd, broken accent of his, tinged with awkwardness and curled with the slightest edge of rapturous madness.

[14:59] Erthur Throkreak rubbed at his chin, he'd pick up one of the papers, glancing to his right, "Ey was 'ired not tee long ago, so afraid der not be much in da way of Dwarven crafts 'ere, just 'uman stuff, but tha next market day should 'ave an improvement in et, but et takes awhile ta make stuff, not gonna pump a set a full plate out me arse in a day, and why can't ey be both? Ey make shyte and ey sell shyte, masterworks all, ye cant go wrong."

[15:06] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) rolls his eyes at Quill and shuffles up onto the raised platform of the stall, peering over at Erthur and his papers. "Ah, yes, I could quite certainly understand being relegated to counter duty as a new hire, yes. Unfortunate, but necessary." Sovelis flicks his hands up in an exasperated manner, having just realized something, and shakes his head. "My apologies, I should have introduced myself. Quill stop that. Put that thing down, you're dangerous," Eying his associate, Sovelis attempts to move further behind the counter to look to Quill with a weak glare. "Oh, right, yes," Attention back on Erthur. "I am Sovelis Quinn, of the Crystal Court, but that means little to you, probably. Now, I am quite interested in these goods, what say you in the finest piece here, and what could you tell me about it?"

[15:10] "Pyromancer Quill" wasn't paying attention. He was, in fact, climbing up a poll. Eventually he reaches the top, and flips over backwards to hang suspended from the roof of the stall, knees to the sky, head pointing towards the countertop. "Mm, and I'm Quinn! Though some might report that I am, mm, in fact, ah, Quill, I assure you that this is incorrect, Master Dwarf, oh yes!" as he sat there in that strange pose, he would swat at the open air with his staff (a staff absolutely rippling to the birm with magical energies, one might add) casually listening in on Quinn's attempts at improving himself via 'networking', a skill Quill had never truly grasped.

[15:13] Erthur Throkreak slid the papers under the counter, he'd raise a brow, "Ey asked ta be on stall duty, so ey could get us known, we get known, ey get ta make more shyte worthy of me arm, and den we get more coin, so ey can buy better stuff, ya get?" he'd rub his brow, "Da best item 'ere...well ye'd dink dis 'ere shield with dese 'ere swords, but dats just made ta look pretty," he'd stand up moving to the rack, "Dese 'ere swords are good ifen ye don't mind spending a little coin, but we pump em out faster den a orc can spew out liddle uns, but dey get da job done," he'd nod, "Pretty much errything 'ere be built for a farmer lookin fer a weapon, nay we do tha better stuff on payment, not about ta use up da steel on a bunch a daggers, what would we do with dat many? Make knife armor?" he'd reach under the ocunter feeling around before jabbing a dagger into the counter, "Dis 'ere, ey made it me self, steel blade, got a noice grip doesn't 'urt ye 'and, doesn't rust dat easily, and et 'olds a edge longer, ey take pride in me wor

[15:13] Erthur Throkreak but alas dis not be fer sale, not till ey coat et in da blood of dat demon been attacking people," he'd grab his pipe blowing out some smoke, "Oi get down from up der, dis be a stall not some sort a circus show, ye be scarin customers off!"

[15:27] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) nervously fidgets as he stands behidn the counter alongside Erthur, following his gestures and pointing along with the dwarf as each item is brought to his attention. "Oohing" and "Aah"ing at the Mass produced swords and hastily assembled shields. "Oh why of course it makes complete sense. To profit once must get their name and work known, advertising and drawing publicity for the business and all that dirty work. Further profit can be obtained by having a surplus of ready-made goods for those without neither the coin nor the patience for wait for something better." Sovelis repeats in somethign a bit closer to common than Dwarf-speak. His brow even furrowed as he attempted to 'comprehend Dwarf'. "Knife armor actually sounds like a pleasant idea... I might be able to make use of that in some fashion. Hold on have you any excess parchment so I may note the idea?" Though this request seems forgotten as the Dwarf's dagger is brought out, and Sovelis's entire attention is drawn to the workmanship. "Hm.

[15:27] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield): Intriguing. It, well it is certainly impressive. I carry a craft of my own, and I too will not see it wold. It happens to be this crossbow upon my back." Quill's antics were largely ignored... Sovelis had dealt with this plenty and often enough for it to no logner phase him greatly.

[15:37] "Pyromancer Quill" jumps from stall roof to stall roof, then hops to the ground, and with a relaxed gait he wanders over to the book-sellers stall once again, muttering to himself in a vaguely thoughtless fashion, leaning on his staff when he arrived and starring at the various items on display, "Mm, hello, yes, mm, do you by chance have any, mm, what was it.." he pauses, looking up at the sky, then to the side, then to his feet, and finally beams in a pleasant way to the women behind the counter, "Ink, yes, do you have any ink by chance?"

[15:37] "Pyromancer Quill" jumps from stall roof to stall roof, then hops to the ground, and with a relaxed gait he wanders over to the book-sellers stall once again, muttering to himself in a vaguely thoughtless fashion, leaning on his staff when he arrived and starring at the various items on display, "Mm, hello, yes, mm, do you by chance have any, mm, what was it.." he pauses, looking up at the sky, then to the side, then to his feet, and finally beams in a pleasant way to the women behind the counter, "Ink, yes, do you have any ink by chance?"

[15:38] Erthur Throkreak pulled the blade from the wood, he'd place it back under the counter, 'Ey left me axe at 'ome, ey'd give ya ten copper ifen ya could 'avel ifted et, nary met too many dat could," his gloved hands rested on the counter, "Fraid not, ma boss would skin me alive ifen ey wasted parchment, aint cheap ye know and we gotta spend all our coin on metals, course now we should be wasting less," his hands crossed as he leaned back in the stool, "yer gettin...a lil close there, mind steppin to da front?" his eye moved to the crossbow, "Ahh, ey prefer one a dem ta a bow, can't shoot a arrow fer me life," he'd glance sighing now that the man was off his stall, "We make jewelry too, well ey dont, dat jamersun lad does, me 'ands be too large and callusey ta be making dat der pretty stuff, be a waste a good metal, but an easy way ta get coin."

[15:46] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) looks to the dwarf with a bit of an 'aha' and nearly raises a finger to contest Erthur's statement about lifting the axe. "I... Nevermind. I am not as frail as I once was. As you no doubt know, hammering the iron is enough to put some beef in your arms." The gentleman attempts to joke, giving a nervous half-laugh. This one hadn't attempted to smash in his kneecaps yet. "Hm? oh right my apologies of course. I sort of got... a bit excited." Sovelis backs up some, though remains inside the stall. He leans back against one of the support posts and continues his conversation. "I quite enjoy my crossbow. It does many fantastical things. Years and years of making it, improving it, remaking it. Sometimes replacing it entirely. Do you know how hard it is to make a crossbow shoot twenty bolts at once? Without hurting yourself? My goodness I was bedridden for weeks." At the mention of Jewelry, Sovelis appeases his new dwarven ally with the change of conversation, nodding along. "I work a bit of everything myself.

[15:46] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield): Jewelry has never quite been my forte though. Unless I were putting a bit of magic into them, then they can be some of my best work. Who needs armor when a Necklace can project a magical field to defend you from all physical harm!"

[15:51] "Pyromancer Quill" puts his elbow on the countertop and leans in, muttering to the Dwarf, "Do you think the bookstore lady might have some ink, mm?" he would say, quiet as could be, as if someone were eavesdropping, staff leaning against the counter. "I am quiet parched, as it were." as he said this, his eyes would dart between Quinn, the Dwarf, and the swords behind them, lingering on the weaponary for several moments.

[15:53] Erthur Throkreak blew some smoke from his nose, he'd decide to try to make a couple of rings, "Ey can't do magic, but ey can do runes ifen dey be simple, don't expect a sword ta kill a dragon fer ye ey always say, but ifen ye want et ta 'ave a cold touch er something ey can do et," he'd lean on the counter a bit, before glancing up at the Pyromancer, honestly he kinda liked the guy cept for the stall climbing, "Err ey'd imagine, but ye'd 'ave better luck buying such from," he'd squint his eye before pointing over at rea by valkyrie, "Da bookstore lady be mean ey 'ear," he'd turn to look at the glasses guy again, "Been working on me new sword when ey 'ave time, it'll be 'eaver den me axe, da axe just ain't doing et no more, ey mean sure et be 'eavy, but et not be 'eavy enough," his arms were sinewy and thick, he certainly showed some of the best aspects of a dwarf.

[15:57] "Pyromancer Quill" nods several times, "Oh yes, she doesn't want to share, mm, even a smidgen of her ink with me. I can smell it, too, oh yes. There is plenty that way, I am sure of it!" he failed to mention that the scent had come from the various books laying about the stall, books covered from front to back with writing. "Don't worry about Quill there, he may seem a bit, mm, 'odd', but I can certainly say from experience that he is, in fact, a man!" he would state that as some amazing revelation, voice hushed so that none but the two of them in their private little conversation-world would hear such a secret as this.

[15:58] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) shies his glance away from dwarven biceps the width of his head, and gives a nervous cough. "The weight, the finesse, it all goes in to work together. No use having a heavy sword if it is too heavy to be lifted up to behead a man." Sovelis gives a chuckle and pauses as Quill returns to ask another question before being on his way again. "Heh, I once had a Dwarven... well he wasn't really a friend. more of an aggressive associate... whom beheaded my brother with a hammer. Those were the good old days..."

[16:02] Erthur Throkreak gave a nod of hsi head, "Well ey be sure she 'as ink, its just she nary wants ta share da ink, 'ave ta write 'er books and stuff about princes rescuing da princesses and shyte, nary good infermation ya get?" he'd glance over, "Da point of et being too 'eavy, is et gets light after carryin et, da axe was 'eavy at one point, now ey can almostl ug et with one 'and," he'd glance up as a customer approached, stammering slightly, 'What was dat? Speak up lad," the man was human, looked the poor farmer type before they muttered sword, the dwarf swung around taking hold of one of the better swords off the rack and layed it on the counter, "Ye got ta sharpen et with a whet stone, make sure ta not carry et in da rain, and use both 'ands if ya feel like it, two 'ands will 'elp ya better and not get ya killed," he'd count out the coin mulling over it, giving the man his change back before putting em in a strongbox below the counter, "ye don't make a dwarf angry lad, ye do everything ta please em er fear da consequence

[16:02] Erthur Throkreak he'd glance over at Viveka , "Oi luv, can ye go get me an ale? Ey'll make et worth yer while!"

[16:11] "Pyromancer Quill" grins and waggles his finger, "Oh yes, mm, Mr. Quill has learned the hard way that messing with dwarves is, mm, certainly inadvisable! Why, we had a traveling companion, name of Fenris, broke his shins every mornin'!" Quill would laugh at this, wiping away a little molten tear from his eye, "Ah yes, mm, Master Fenris of the Craggy Rock, or some such thing. What a gentlemen. Ah-ha, I wonder what he is doing these days.." As he spoke, and almost mid-sentence, his eyes would glaze over, suddenly lost in nostalgic thought. (Brb)

[16:12] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) thinks about the concept of the sword getting lighter, and when the understanding comes to him he nods and gives an approving gesture. "oh yes of course, you become accustomed to the weight and as such get stronger from it. Perfectly reasonable." Then the customer approaches, and Sovelis backs down to sort of... not... be in the stall, appearing a bit anxious with the other unknowned gentleman present. When the transaction was over, Sovelis seems as if he was able to breathe again, and steps back up into the stall. "Well I never quite made him angry... he just disliked both myself and my 'elv'n boolshite'" Sovelis explains with a poor mocking mimickry of a particular dwarven accent. "from the very start. But, no matter... it has been a long time and I have not seem him since the explosion. Oh! This reminds me. Sir dwarf, might I ask your name? And perhaps if you know whether or not this establishment requires any additional able bodied workers? Oh, um, by this establishment I mean the smithy you work

[16:12] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield): for, or with, or alongside of... not this... little shack."

[16:16] Erthur Throkreak points his hand, "Fenris, strange name, already like da sound a the man," he'd rest his hands on his stomach as he leaned back smiling as he watched viveka walk, he'd glance towards glasses again, "Elves be naught but pricks, least ey can 'andle em d'oh, course not all of em are bad, just da tree fockers usually," he'd tap his gloved hands against each other slightly, before holding his hand out and counting, "Mm, Der is me....err da boss lady, prolly angrier dan ey am, and ey ders jamersun, dats really et, could always use more elp d'oh aye, da more 'ands da more work we can put out," he'd glance around a bit with his good eye, bellowing out, "GET YER FINE QUALITY CRAFTS 'ERE AND DA SMOKING 'AMMER, WE GOT YER SWORDS, YER AXES, SHIELDS AND BOWS, YER ARROWS AND FOR DA LADIES WE GOT YER JEWELRY, SO MOSEY ON UP AND GET YER CRAFTS, DA WOLVES BE ON DA STREETS! GOTTA DEFEND YERSELVES!"

[16:32] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) "You, Boss lady, and Jamerson. alright, certainly an interesting bunch. I shall keep an eye out and see about requesting work." The comments about elves falls mostly deaf on him as he chooses to ignore it, "Thank you, ser Dwarf. I appreciate the conversation and look forward to doing this again sometime. Hm.. WHile I am at it..." oh, and more people show back up either delivering alcohol or requesting goods, so Sovelis sheepishly retreats from the stall and stands aside.

Last Edit: Aug 5, 2015 15:39:16 GMT -8 by zak

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Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) Aug 7, 2015 21:21:26 GMT -8 Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) likes this

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Post by zak on Aug 7, 2015 21:21:26 GMT -8

8/8/2015; Improving Social Standing; In which Sovelis Quinn gives a lesson on Mistakes and atonement

[20:04] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar) has a small collection of herbs spread out in front of her. There's a journal in her lap and she's trying to sketch them, doing more scratching out than actual recording. She'd not notice the man there for a moment, trying her best to focus on her work. Finally she sighs, frustrated, and slams the journal shut. It's then she sees him sitting there. "Oh...hello..." She sets the book aside. "Beautiful evening, isn't it?" The weather always seemed a good enough place to begin.

[20:10] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) has his own book before him with several pages sitting torn and crumpled on the floor. At Mei Lin's outburst, Sovelis gives an idle nod and an affirming "mmhm..." before casting aside another scrap of paper. "Cold. Dark. Humid. At least the clouds have kept away this evening." Sovelis remarks with a slight chuckle, before turning his attention properly towards the woman. "Now my dear, what seems to have you in such a disgruntled mood?"

[20:18] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar) notices the torn pages and can't help but frown a little. Who would defile a book in such a way? They were sacred to her. Well, all books except her cursed journal, that is. She nods in agreement, "The rain has finally stopped." When he asks her what the trouble is she takes in a deep, defeated breath and points to the herbs sitting before her. "I'm supposed to remember what they are and what they look like. It's part of my lessons. But my drawings...when I'm out in the woods...nothing resembles them. I'm beginning to think I'm just stupid." And while nothing could be further from the truth, no matter how much she'd learn or even master, Mei'd always believe it was the case. The voices in her head were always quick to remind her of her ignorance. It wasn't insanity, the voices, just simply humanity. She looks over at him, studying him a little more carefully. He seemed harmless enough and while she'd develop a keen sense of danger during her years alone, it was not foolproof by any measure. "Do you draw,

[20:18] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar): sir?" Her eyes would fall once again to the discarded pages, wanting to ask but thinking it rude.

[20:22] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar): *wanting to ask about them

[20:30] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) drops his book down onto the bench, between his legs. Several pages bent or crease in odd direction from the careless act, but the old book otherwise remains whole. "Nothing looks like what it does in books. Nor how things are described in them. Why, unless you've seen it yourself how in the world are you supposed to attach a mental image to the words given in some text!?" Sovelis regins to rant lightheartedly, gesticulating wildly as he does so. "Ah but I digress, seeing and doing is far more enjoyable and worthwhile than sitting stuck behind pages in a book." He taps a finger at the side of his nose. "I've seen and done enough to know that much." Sitting forward, the man adjusts his large bag and the weapons upon his back into a more comfortable position, and turns to face Mei Lin properly for once. "I do drawings on occasion, though such things may not be seen neither as art nor intellectual works." After a brief pause, sovelis runs back through his sentence once more, bobbing a finger back and forth

[20:30] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield): with each word slowly spoken as if deconstructing his sentence. "May... not... be... seen... as Art or Intellectual works. No neither nor, that doesn't work there. Double negatives, tricky things."

[20:40] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar) cant' help but look surprised at the careless nature with which he treats his book. But she listens carefully as he shares his opinions on it all and her forehead crinkles as she considers his words. "I suppose it's true...what you say." Although it would instill a little anxiety in her to realize it. "Nothing really is at it seems in a book." A quiet huff and she reckons herself with it all. Because he was absolutely right, there was nothing like actually experiencing a thing, anything. "But it's all we have, isn't it? I mean, if it weren't for books, all of our history might be lost." Mei stops to rub at her sore eyes, she'd been focusing on the damned sketches for so long and by candlelight no less. She, in turn, would shift to face Sovelis more directly. He was speaking much like her teacher...and every other fae she'd met. Tricky sorts and she'd make a likely misguided assumption on the spot, but she would not voice it just yet. "I'm Mei." She'd offer in place of an understanding of what he'd just

[20:40] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar): shared. Yet again her eyes fall to the crumpled up pieces of paper, "I'm sorry, sir. But why do you tear your book away like this?" It was blurted out and she instantly regretted it. Not only had she been warned not to talk to strangers, she knew better than to pry into their personal dealings. But she was as curious as she was stubborn. Such was the way of a young girl.

[20:56] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) "Books may be a valuable and reliable means to convey information, however such things all rely upon he whom has written the book and he whom reads it, not just the information conveyed within. Take for example if a skilled hunter with little to no scholastic education describing a wolf. He knows what a wolf is, and has most likely only ever interacted with people who also know what a wolf in. If this description was put into a book, and read by one who had never seen nor heard of a wolf, such a thing would sound like a frightening, terrible monster of teeth and claw and fur." Sovelis continues to ramble and explain, gestures being made of firing a bow or making claw-shapes with his fingers as he goes on and on and on and on (STREETLIGHTS, PEOPLE!... ahem, sorry) "The reverse is also true. If one had never known what a wolf was, and was attempting to describe it after their initial exposure, someone who held degrees of knowledge about the wolf may not even recognize the wolf as such. Perspective,

[20:56] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield): experience, and education all combine with the means of transferring information to shape someone's knowledge. If any of this is skewed? Then well that information becomes worthless!" The man says with a jovial laugh, as if having just told the funniest joke he had heard. AND then came the introduction and the questions of how he treats his book. "hm? OH right names I had forgotten that piece of pleasantry as I am oft to do. I am Sovelis Quinn, of the Quinn Barony of the Crystal Court, though I doubt that means much to you. As for this?" SOvelis looks down to the crumples pages and shrugs. "Unnecessary. Taking up space with mistakes."

[21:09] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar) listens, wide-eyed, as he goes on about wolves and what it really means to see one...and what might happen should one only ever encounter one on pages and she looks a little crestfallen for a moment. Then, she's swept away by his dramatic nature, her eyes following his gestures and she gets a little caught up in his energy. A mischievous grin brightens her eyes and she looks around to make sure no one else is around...most of all her teacher. Mei rubs her hands together and stares at the wilted collection of herbs in front of her. With a quick flick of the wrist, they greenery would go up in a whiff of smoke, leaving the scent of burnt thistlewart and goblingrass behind. It was not an unpleasant smell, and Mei would look very pleased with herself, brushing off her hands as if to clean away crumbs from a cookie. She giggled quietly, "I'm not supposed to do that." Then she looks at her journal with an accusatory eye, as if the book was just asking to be burnt. But she'd not go that far. Too many lessons

[21:09] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar): attempted, too many of his words filled the pages. She just smiles back at the man, "It's very nice to meet you Sir Quinn." Assuming that anyone who'd come from a Crystal Court must be a Sir. She'd come from nowhere. Settling down from her little act of rebellion, the smoke clearing now, she tilts her head at him, "But sometimes, sir, mistakes are just as valuable as discoveries. At least, I think so. They tell us where we should not go again. They help us to not get more lost." Mei knew a thing or two about mistakes, that'd be for sure. In her few short years of studies, both she and her teacher had misfired so many times it was a miracle no one had been killed. Except for that one woman...anyway. "Yes, mistakes are very valuable lessons as well." She glanced down at the discarded pages and wanted very much to see what was hidden in them. "What are you trying to record, Sir Quinn? Maybe I can help? I mean...unless it's to do with herbs."

[22:00] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) watches the sudden burning and smoldering of Herbs and gives a soft sigh, and with that and a bit of staring towards his own discarded work, the pages flutter and begin to swirl around in a draft that previously did not exist. "We aren't supposed to do many things, but that doesn't stop most of us from doing them. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Young Miss Mei." With a soft groan, Sovelis leans forward again to pick up his book and give it a slight dusting, then working on attaching the chain bound to the spine to one of his many belts. "Making mistakes are important, yes. But recording them should only be temporary. Why, what if you were right all along? And what if these books you have gave false information about the herbs you have found? Would you ever know that some so-called medicinal herb is actually a horrible poison... and if someone died from it would it be the fault of whom prepared the herb for treatment, the disease affecting the person, or the person whom wrote that

[22:00] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield): this herb was beneficial? Oh, but I'm just going in circles and getting ahead of myself. The point to all of this being, Mistakes can be learned from... but being precise and accurate - as these terms have two drastically different meanings when it comes to education - in the recording of observations is more valuable to those of future generations than seeing a bad sketch of a hypothetical automatic multiple-bolt rapid-firing ballista."

[22:12] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar) smiles as the pages float around and likes the man instantly. She'd laugh, a little conspiratorial, and scoot just a little bit closer on the rugs. "Yours, too, sir." Mei watches him reclaim and reattach his book to his belt and knows his agony. Or at least she'd assume she did. No book was so cruel and heartless than the one you tried to write yourself. She'd listen politely, and intently, as he shared his opinions on mistakes and their alleged need to be only temporarily remembered. "But what if...what if your mistake is so horrible...that someone /does/ die? And you might die? I mean...if I may be so bold, I think we speak of the same things? Of magic and forces we might not be meant to meddle in?" She stops interrupting and listens to him finish, the image of the automatic multiple-bolt rapid-firing ballista sticking in her head and she shudders at the thought. He was right. The mere image of it brought visions of the end of peace, the end of everything. Her head would be swimming through all these

[22:12] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar): reconsiderations of what she'd been so dependent on. "What do you do here, sir?" It seemed a reasonable question if one was trying to figure out another.

[22:18] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) "I've made mistakes. Everyone does." Sovelis says, that joyous mask he wears slowly growing stale. The weather doesn't help with the change of mood, as the clouds have rolled in. "You have to live with them. Have to atone. You don't get second chances often. People may die, people you care about, or at least tried to. Your own life may even be on the line - Every minute of every day. You just keep trying. Try to be better than you were yesterday, to improve yourself. We always take from the world what it is we want. We take from ourselves, from others. Very rarely do we give anything back. Miss Mei, I help people. I am no healer though I meddle in medicine. I am no soldier though I carry a weapon. I am no Sorcerer though I meddle in the arcane. I am no Smith though I may craft a sword. No more so than am I a scholar though I may read a book."

[22:28] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar) can't help but notice his change in mood, and the shift in the general atmosphere as the sky shifts from clear to dark. And she wonders more just who this man is, this Sir Quinn from the Crystal Court. He goes on to speak to her of atonement and second chances and she prays silently that he's right. She'd given nothing to the world around her, and yet she demanded everything from it on a daily basis. She would seek forgiveness, redemption, for both her sins and the sins of her teacher. It was decided right here on the spot. As he expands on his purposes and skills, her eyes fall to her knees, she'd read about his sort, and she would think she understood. "You're a truth seeker, sir." There would be a gentle accusation in it. "I mean, that's what I think, anyway." She gets a little excited, moving even closer, "Are you a wanderer, too? Do you travel? Are you drawn to...what's pure?" It would be like a medium was speaking with a spirit for the first time. And while she may be sorely mistaken, her

[22:28] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar): enthusiasm would be hard to shake.

[22:32] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) gives a shake of his head and turns to plant his feet firmly on the ground. The hour was growing late and not much was accomplished this eve, though the conversation with Mei had yet to grow dull. "Charlatan, Truth Seeker, Sage. Not at all wrong, though not the most apt description either. I wander as much as any man seeking to leave their past behind them, and purity comes at the price of inexperience or naivety." Sovelis stands and tugs a rag from his belt, using it to wipe his brow. He smiles again with a bit of realization before holding the rag out as a prop. "A silken 'kerchief will only keep its gleam so long as it is not used.

[22:39] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar) would smile politely and shift back to her original seat, not realizing she'd been scooting forward toward him this whole time. Mei watches him use his kerchief and understands what he means. "I hope to see you again, Sir Quinn." Assuming he'd stood up to leave and wanting to stay polite. But if he did leave, she'd immediately reach for her notebook and start jotting down the important bits and pieces of their conversation. It seemed meaningful and she'd not want to lose any of it.

[22:42] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) looks around, seeming slightly confused. He may be standing but he certainly hasn't gone anywhere yet. "I... Well I wasn't planning on leaving. I'm old, I needed to stretch. Sitting on stone for hours on end is bad for you." He rambles, doing just so as he crosses one arm across his chest and pulls it tight, and then repeating with his other arm. He twists at his torso one way and then the other, which is followed by the careful lifting of one leg. He wobbles and gives a wince at that, before setting his leg back down and deciding not to follow through with the other leg.

[22:47] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar)'s cheeks redden a bit, she'd made him feel old. Mei pats the cushion beside her, welcoming him to sit more comfortably but there'd be no insistence in it. She reaches for her bag where she'd produce two mugs and a jar of mead, "If you're thirsty, sir. I mean, I am." She'd fill both mugs, reaching over to set one down in his direction, figuring she'd have no trouble drinking both if he declined. She'd stare at him for a moment long enough to feel awkward. His rambling ways, his dramatic nature and his puzzling manner of speech had her curious. And curiosity would always prove her biggest downfall. But she wanted so much to learn more. "Forgive me for asking, Sir Quinn, but are you a...fae by chance?"

[23:03] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) moves over towards the cushions and adjust sthe straps on his large bag. Tugging the strap up over his head, Sovelis drops both the bag and the large metal crossbow he was carrying onto the floor with a hefty thump and a metallic clanging. Appearing slightly relieved, the man struggles down to the floor and onto the cushions. "Well I'm certainly no Dwarf, so I'll top out at one drink this evening." He says with a half-hearted chuckle. "And you're certainly not the first to assume I'm a fae. I used to get called that all the time. Elf too. But no, I'm as human as most others from where I'm from. Little bit of Elf in me though from my mothers side of the family, that's where all the mistakes come from." Sovelis grows somber again, and with a few bobs of an outstretched finger he works on correcting his language again. "Not... not the mistakes I've made, but the mistakes as to my racial identity. Made by others, not myself. I know full well what I am."

[23:10] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar) sips at her own mead and watches him drop his heavy load, slightly concerned about the obvious weaponry on his person. She didn't believe in violence of any sort and would cook vegetarian as often as her teacher would tolerate it. There'd be the weekly rabbit or squirrel stew once a week when she'd go out to the wood to practice her warding spells...aside from that, it was corn cakes and cheese. Her ears perk up when he mentions there's a little Elf in him. And then blames it for his shortcomings and misidentification. So maybe it was Edin's half elven blood that was to blame after all. She felt bold and would lean in toward Sir Quinn. "Where are you from, exactly, sir? I mean, I'm human, and I'm from a tavern." It'd been where her parents had decided to dump her off. Better than a desert, she'd always told herself. Mei would try hard to look at the bright side of things. "And did you say... I mean did you mean....I mean...you're part Elf, too?" She holds her mug as if she's about to take a sip but she's

[23:10] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar): too curious about the answers, frozen in her waiting, as it were.

[23:25] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) takes the offered mead now that he has gotten himself situated on the cushions, and takes his first experimental sip. A soft grimace crosses his face, but with a heavy exhale from his nose he continues to drink the mead slowly. "The far edge of Lynea, a Harbor city known as Crystalcourt. My father was one of many Barons, my mother was a half-elven housemaid. I'm certain you can tell what that made me. I get some Elf blood in me from my mother, but not enough to truly be impactful. I would thank her for being the source of my skills with magic, but my Brother is... was... just as skillful as I am, if not more."
[23:32] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar)'s mouth would move sideways as she chews on her bottom lip a moment, carefully considering his words and wanting to understand. "I see." She'd speak softly, after a moment, and would finally take that sip from her mug. "You lost your brother, then?" She'd caught the correction in his speech and wanted to reach out, to lay a hand on his arm in condolence, but would pull it back just before making contact. "I'm sorry. I lost my family, too. Or they lost me." Shaking it off she'd try to steer the conversation back to her benefit. "The Elves then, they are gifted in magic?" Nothing was making sense. She'd been with her teacher for years now, had known him more than anyone likely ever had, but his misfiring ways remained a mystery to her and, at least until now, she'd blamed it on his mixed blood. But if the Elves were skilled in the forces of nature, too, like the fae, then she'd be really confused. She opened her mouth to say more, to start going on about Edin and his mudblood, but she'd remember his

[23:32] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar): warnings and decide to leave it all at that, waiting for his response as she sipped her mead.

[23:40] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) rubs at the back of his neck, starting to seem a bit nervous. As he speaks, his voice seems to go up an octave and the pace quickens. "I... Yes. Well, more like got rid of him. It is a long story, he did some really stupid things, and I don't really know why I'm saying any or all of this. Can we speak about something else?" Sovelis huffs and takes another few sips of his mead, letting the conversation die for a few moments. So much that had happened, all being brought back up after years of trying to move past it. Mistakes were catching back up to him. With the questions about elves brought up again, Sovelis takes to the distraction and thinks over Mei's requests. "The Elves...? Hrmm well they're good at many things. Just about as diverse as humans. Humans can be good at just about anything but tend not to be good at everything. Elves are more varied, with either more pinpoint expertise in few areas or a wide spread of skillfullness in various areas. Fae are tricky, as they hold natural talent in magic,

[23:40] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield): though they may naturally grow to be just as competent in other areas as well."

[23:48] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar) cringes a little and nods her head, she knew much about stories that didn't want to be remembered. Such would be the irony of her constant journal-keeping. "Of course, I'm so sorry..." Then he continues to speak of the Elves and compares them to humans and more seems to make sense. "My teacher, he's half Elf, half Fae...in your experience, sir, I mean....would anything indicate to you...that this might be an unfortunate marriage of blood?" She really needed to figure out what was going on here. The misfiring magic, the absent minded potion failures....could it be that this combination, as she liked to call it, would be even more fallible than humans? "What I'm asking, I guess, is in your observations, have their been any.." She hesitated to use the word 'mutations'. "....oddities, in mixing races?" Truth was she barely knew enough about her own race, let alone trying to figure out the permutations of another.

[00:00] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) "Half Elf... and Half Fae? Heh. Reminds me of someone I used to know. I'm not too terribly skilled on well, racial biology beyond what I have witnessed personally. For a Fae Elf, well I'm not too certain what could go wrong from it, sorry. Some races are just simply unable to procreate together, or others have blood that takes dominance. You would have to find someone whom has studied this for any more information."

[00:04] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar) nods and finishes her mead, She starts to gather her things, considering for a moment 'forgetting' her dreaded journal. "You've been most kind, Sir Quinn. And I'd love to invite you for a meal sometime. I mean, if you're passing by. I'm a good cook and I'll make sure your belly's full and your cheeks are sore from smiling before you leave our home." She'd smile at him, not wanting to leave but knowing her teacher would be waking up soon. She held out her hand to him for a friendly shake, "If I can ever be of service to you, sir." It would be her normal salutation for someone she trusted, but it'd be spoken with more sincerity than usual.

[00:08] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) offers up the remains of his mead and the mug to Mei, also working himself back up into a stand. "It was my pleasure, Miss Mei." Sovelis says. "I might certainly take you up on your offer. I'll be around, mostly wandering and looking for work." He returns the handshake and offers a smile. "It has been a pleasure to have made your acquaintance, and likewise if you ever need any assistance, I would be happy to assist you."

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8/12/15; Improving Social Standing; In which Sovelis Quinn looks into Village affairs, states his opinion, and is singled out for his ideas.

[16:56] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) wanders hastily on up to the Town hall, swiftly grabbing the doorhandles and tugging the entryway clear. Spotting the small gathered mass of select individuals, Sovelis gives a frantic nod to the group before trudging along inward and off towards the scroll racks - A 'perfect' place to 'hide' during this meeting until he could bring himself to interact. Seeing that it was mostly underway already, he keeps quiet and begins to listen.

[16:57] Suvi // the elemental just tilted its head and nodded, looking over to where everyone was heading. the being just walked behind then, her fluid body gliding over the land and leading little wet footprint like puddles behind it. it made no sound as it walked over to the little house where everyone was.

[16:57] ℇσnα ℜσsenthαl (lalita18): *behind them)

[16:58] Cailean (alistair.greymyst) offered the others nods of recognition or acknowledgment and they were enough that he felt as though his head might just wobble and fall off like a poorly stitched doll. Obviously not an Emma-made doll, because those would've likely lasted eons -- and then come to life to murder the future citizens of Aberwyth, evil sorceress of a she-elf that she was. Ah, but he'd managed a certain rakish grin for the recently made bathhouse owner. "You'll have to do better'n smiles and lurid promises if you'd like more from the likes of me," he replied in a low tone. Because of course he was some prize, the catch of the town, and a woman had to work to get his attention. Or something along the likes. That being said the Lady spoke and he straightened, paying attention that-a-way and not to any of the other fine rumps in the room. Had to be guardly and dignified and what not.

[16:59] The Den Mother (valerievixxen) produced a finely rolled cigarillo from the bodice of her gown as everyone socialized, and lit it up on one of the candles set upon the table. The petite tobacco stick, clutched between her fingers, was completely dwarfed by the massive and numerous rings, of glittering rubies, diamonds, and aphrodite, that coated her digits. Those same gaudy, golden rings which, a second later, produced an ungodly racket as the woman began applauding the topic which Valkyrie had just brought up. The applause was short lived though, thankfully, and soon the rings were quiet again as the women puffed on her cigarillo and hoped that this really meant what she thought it meant...More taxes...That she would dodge, of course.

[16:59] Crystiel Thistlebush wanders over this way, still whipping off bread crumbs that have stuck to her...the problem with sweet butter, but well worth it. she had noticed a lot of people heading in this direction and the strange man from the inn was just ahead of her with a few others trying to get inside the door. she has no idea whats going on, but curiosity has her by the hooves. first the strange man and what ever he tried to tell her before...came out in gibberish...and all the people...she has to see whats going on. she waits just outside for an opportunity to slip in without getting stepped on.

[17:01] Nymeria jumped at the feeling of someone touching her arm, but visibly relaxed when she realized who it was. Her head shook. Seriously, who else could it have been? She returned the arm link, giving Vika's a little squeeze, then turned her eyes towards the Lady... Who's accent was surprisingly similar to hers. Strange.. That was the first time she had heard something that familiar in.. Well over a hundred years. It was enough inventive to attract her attention one hundred percent, her eyes no longer darting nervously about.

[17:01] Tiriel Lirana (whispiefelis) had watched the steady flow of people, the footsteps all leading the same way. Tiri'd follow along once the bulk of them had passed within, eyes wide as she stared in the door only to be surprised by the passage of a few late arrivals. Barely biting back the hiss of surprise, she'd slip quietly back off the front steps... darting a look to the man who passed within, then the three, no four that came up behind. Her glance back within and keen hearing picking up the sound of voices as the door opened and closed, but it would be clear by the way she stood so close to the window, she had no intention of actually passing within, and just glanced at the newest arrivals as she waited for them too to pass inside.

[17:02] Naia follows the stream of people that flock to Lady Valkyrie's meeting. No comments about being a lemming! Taking the steps slowly, she nods in silent greeting to Tiriel and then motions for Calix to open the door, half hoping he rips it off the hinges on accident. Wouldn't that be a grand entrance? Because it bears reminding, she tells him quietly from behind her veil, "Behave." She then turns to Suvi and motions the elemental forward. "It is some sort of lander meeting. Does zat not sound exciting, Suvi?" Could Naia's sarcasm be any more thick?

[17:02] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw) moved, it seemed, with a crowd towards where the Lady from the market day was said to be housed. She'd blink a bit, brushing off her leathers and putting a lazy braid in that wild hair of hers before she makes her way towards the door, She'd be polite and wait behind those gathered outside before heading through the doors herself.

[17:03] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or could not sit down just yet, as attention was brought to him. He instead gave a nod of eventuality to his darling Mother of a woman, stepping forward and pulling out from his robes, neatly tucked against his flamboyantly exposed chest, a tight pile of parchment papers. "Mmm'Yes, my good people. More than just imports. My plan is to secure the economy of the city for future generations, by providing a fair and calculated system for all to help one another with." He began, his heels clicking through the room as he offered each and every person gathered a piece of the parchment. When he came to Viveka, he offered a small smile, as if hinting he sought to speak with her later on, before standing back to the front. "Please, by all means, read... Discuss... Bring up concerns! Only improvements can be made, my darling citizens.."

[17:03] Cailean (alistair.greymyst): (( Go ahead and pile in guys so you don't miss things ICly.

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[17:03] Cupcakes (asha.silvershade): yeah come on in. we dun bite))

[17:04] Batman Tyrneamitore (grant.kirax): ((.....))

[17:04] ℇσnα ℜσsenthαl (lalita18): xD Dae you're too tall))

[17:04] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw): (( Dae is too tall. ))

[17:04] Cupcakes (asha.silvershade): dae's an amazon)

[17:04] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw): (( sorry if i ran you over kristie!! i was trying not to :c ))

[17:04] Tiriel Lirana (whispiefelis): ((totally had to laugh ))

[17:05] Crystiel Thistlebush (Kristie Teardrop) OOC: its ok..Im used to dodging feet

[17:05] Calix was in tow, bottle of blood wine uncorked and drinking off it. Watching the small walker fly so now, was a marvel to him entirely. As Naia motioned to the door he walked up to it and stared at it for a moment. "It's...a w..." he remembered the full moon, and the gate...there was a way in...oh thank heavens the door had opened and he realized how they worked... it could have been bad... holding the door open and gesturing for Naia he looked regal as fuck. "After you." he gestured and ducked inside andshut the door on her guards. F those fish.

[17:07] Crystiel Thistlebush as he door was being opened for someone else she slips inside quickly dodging between feet and prolly un-noticed, and then quickly finds a place without a bunch of people and feet to worry about and theh looks around and listens to whats going on, still unsure herself at this point.

[17:09] Viveka (themis.adasia) keeps grinning and winks at Cailean. "Cover it as you wish, my dear captain. We all know who has been running through your dreams lately," she would say in her sarcastically over confident tone. But then would fall silent when speaking began again, seeing the look that Arad had given her and blinked a few times. Oh, right. Numbers. She'd worked on that. Yep. She never wanted to look at those damn things again either. She was an entertainer, not an accountant..

[17:09] Mystogan Vokunkiin (damien.huet): (Haiiiiii!)

[17:09] Cupcakes (asha.silvershade): welcome!)

[17:10] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) gives an offhand chuckle at the topic of numbers and Taxes on imports... typical talks of business management, village income. All things that most would groan or complain about, but Sovelis was eagerly listening and slowly creeping closer to the table - inching forward with baby steps at every statement made. The more he could learn, know, and practice? Well the better off he could make himself and others.

[17:11] Suvi // the elemental just sort of tilted its head. that sounded like the most boring thing....but her mouth never opened, no words escaped her. it watched the two go in and then stared at the door. why did that wooden thing move? that was interesting. but the elemental got distracted and then rushed through the now closing door. its hand getting caught int he door frame. OMG OMG MY HAND! wait... no it just became water and swished back into the creature's foot to reform the hand after a moment or two. flexing the fingers with a curious tilt it its head, the elemental moved inside and stood by the front door, looking around like... oh god.. people. who are all you peop-... no wait... it didn't have expressions, so it was more like... *blank stare at everyone* such a lovely entrance.

[17:11] Cailean (alistair.greymyst) couldn't help but feel a tad uneasy for all the non-humans that'd piled into the home, especially all the hooded and masked folk. Really, if he'd been a good guard and they'd been polite guests, they'd have removed their hoods and masks upon entry; but such was life, aye! That being said, he began to wonder about the water elemental standing near to him. She was obviously a walking fish pond, given the fish that were swimming about in her innards, and he wondered if somehow, a mer could climb into her and shift into their tailed form and survive for a time. If the other fish were fine, why not a mer? Look, they were talking about finance and business and at least he wasn't picking his nose.

[17:12] Tiriel Lirana (whispiefelis) glanced inside again... then to the mass of people inside, then outside in the warm air and open land, a soft shake of her head as fingers trace down the windowsill and she notes, the one before is cracked just barely open. Her grin warming as she digs the tip of one of her daggers between the sill and the frame and pops it open, opening it wide and giving the blond inside a saucy grin before leaning against the wall to listen, without feeling like a sardine. This worked rather nicely, thank you.

[17:12] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw): (( did anyone not get the tax nc? ))

[17:13] Viveka (themis.adasia): ((i'd say no but i'd end up with a fourth copy o.o))

[17:13] Crystiel Thistlebush (Kristie Teardrop) OOC: nope I didnt

[17:13] Valkyrie Asta Munthe took a hold of the proposal to read over and pursed her lips slightly. "Now...I know that the thought of taxes makes everyone want to cringe...and trust me, I do not want to take money away from any of you...but I want to ensure taht everyone here has a stable income as well as keeping their businesses up and running to their full potential. It also helps with guilds such as the guards for sturdier armor. I do hope in several month's time to even establish an orphanage, as well as a school. Not just for children, but for anyone that would wish to further their education." To the ones coming in, she'd give a nod to as well in greeting. "Welcome newcomers." To any of those that came wandering in (and please state who you are to Reanna to get the tax NC), would recieve a copy of the proposal for taxes.

[17:14] Tiriel Lirana (whispiefelis) stuck a hand in the window, flailing it about for this NC))

[17:15] мαε (corgi) | Of course that relaxing couldn't be very long lived. Nym felt her body tense back up the second the familiar scent of the mer hit her nose. There was only a brief moment where she glanced to them. They were definitely wearing much more clothes than the last time she saw them, in the flashes of memories from the full moon, but the scent.. That was just familiar enough to put her on edge. Her nose wrinkled and her lip twitched ever so slightly, almost growling at the sight of them. But she kept it in check, no sound coming from her throat, and forced her attention back to the ones about the table.

[17:17] The Den Mother (valerievixxen) read through the parchment swiftly, rather...shocked. It seemed quite the socialist nonsense, really. Especially the low income pay. But, given her connections, evasion would likely be easier than actually paying, so there was no sense in worrying about it..."Well, it seems /uttahleh/ mahvelous, dahling..." she'd assure her son, giving him a little grin before rolling the parchment back up..."Well that all seems heavenleh, Valkeddeh dahling. Jaaahst /divine/. And we shall need those stuhdi-yah guahds ahmoh soon, no doubt, given recent events."

[17:18] Calix was not polite, but slightly drunk off alcoholic blood, and didn't believe in captains that had no ships in the water. BOO CAILEAN. Calix stood though, one hand on Naia as her player was afk for a few. He didn't state who he was, nor receive a paper, yet at least. Not that he would know what it was, but he listened to the words the lady in the back was speaking but also continued sipping his bottle of wine, offering it to Naia as he just listened to the talking going on.

[17:21] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw) was handed a bit of parchment and reads it over. Pretty standard proceedure, even back home. Things would trickle down, and it'd be nice to see some growth in the twon. More people meant more business as far as she was concerned, or more connections to keep her shelves stocked. Yes yes.. a win win in the woofs eyes.

[17:21] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) continues his listening, and actually tugs the pencil from his hair to begin taking some notes in the book that hung from his hip and even the taxation paper he was handed to go over. "Mmhmm.. Interesting but uhm... Well nevermind." Sovelis mutters and murmurs as he steps up towards the table, getting quite close to Mystogan on his way.

[17:23] Viveka (themis.adasia) just kind of stared at it. She liked it better when she worked off tips and didn't have to worry about this stuff. Yep, she was going to hire someone for sure. She had things to do! People to molest! Rum to drink! But she feigned interest well enough for now

[17:26] Nymeria ignores the paper because numbers are a foreign language, apparently. She didn't even bother feigning interest like Viveka did, just passed it on quickly.

[17:26] Crystiel Thistlebush tried to read the parchment , but couldn't open it up all the way, her arms being too short, finally she gives up and snaps her fingers with a whispered word of power, as the scroll floats up before her and opens up so she can read it, the edges glowing faintly. Tax's? Money still is kinda a foreign concept for her to begin with....but now people want money from people, just cause they have money...seems kinda redundant to her, Mortals...never cease to amaze her. she would remain quiet however..what the mortals do is really non of her business..in fact shes only here because she was curious.

[17:28] Tiriel Lirana (whispiefelis) tipped her head, her eyes darting over the page she'd grab as it went passed, dashing a all too brief glare at anyone that would consider taking it from her. Her brain slowly making sense of the difference between Common and Elven, a roll of her eyes and lips parting as she read over it quickly then rolled it up and stuck it in her pouch, it'd be good for scratch paper later, or kindling, then flicked a glance back within and waited to see what the others would say.

[17:28] Valkyrie Asta Munthe would wait for her treasurer to start explaining, though, she felt a little wary about it. How much did people here know about finances? Well, those that didnt reside within the village. She'd feel like an idiot for bringing it up if that were the case. She did see the man near Mystogan creeping towards the table and would titl her head slightly, watching him. "Is there something on your mind, sir?" she'd ask.

[17:29] Cailean (alistair.greymyst): Calix was ready to know what the people know, ask them his questions and get some answers! What's a paper and why does it burn? Cailean may have been in the minority of people who actually took the paper and looked it over, figuring out in his head which category of taxes he'd be paying and how he could weasel his way into a lower one. Seemed as though, he'd thought, the new Treasurer was going to take his job seriously. That was well and good and precisely what Aberwyth needed. That he'd seen the man call Lady Elizabeth mother earlier, however, only made him worry. He was reminded that he did owe the woman a hefty sum of money, but surely the town would be glad to subsidize their Guard Captain's armor, aye? It was certainly within the budget, wasn't it? Eventually Cailean folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket, resuming his vigil.

[17:30] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or would watch everyone's momentary reactions before reaching into his robes for a SECOND collection of parchments. "Yes, indeed. The ideal of a society is for everyone's contribution. As the City's coffers grow, the more the city can grow, and the more we can eventually ensure that, in the case of emergency, we have enough gold for due repairs.. And so begins the next topic. The city budget.." He proceeded to hand everyone the second piece of parchment.. "...Planned in lieu of the Dragon and Demon attacks of recent, as well as the burning of the outskirts. Should such change, as such will the budgets." He assured everyone, then stepping back again before taking a seat. "Please, everyone is free to a comment. Questions, anything is welcome. Should you be in need of assistance, I am more than happy to oblige." He had to be careful to plan the taxes accordingly to the type of lordship present, but the budget assured that his own plans for economic growth were secure. He was a save

[17:30] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or: the coffers would grow according to a suggested uninterrupted plan, and with it, the progress of his latest great project.

[17:30] Alleo (alecksin.avora): he was a saver*, not a spender*, and with his plan the coffers ))

[17:30] The Den Mother (valerievixxen): \

[17:31] The Den Mother (valerievixxen) whispers: (

[17:31] The Den Mother (valerievixxen) whispers: (

[17:31] The Den Mother (valerievixxen): x

[17:31] The Den Mother (valerievixxen) whispers: D

[17:31] The Den Mother (valerievixxen): ((Omg catt I'm sorry lol))

[17:32] Second Life: Themis Adasia gave you The Aberwyth Budget.

[17:33] Viveka (themis.adasia): ((anyone not get the budget notecard, please IM me))

[17:36] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) draws a big bold line and a traces a few small notes on the Tax paper, and nods casually to the announcement of a city budget. With the Lady calling some attention to him and his earlier muttered comment, Sovelis raises a brow and coughs. "Oh, well, it is certainly nice to know that the citizens and businesses are to be taxed and what for, as well as what the taxes will be used for - yet the methods of which are only hinted upon briefly. If there is to be a tax collector, is this man or woman going to seek out each citizen individually? Will there be a census to determine the identity, income, savings, job, and job skills that a citizen possesses? To determine how many citizens there are? OR perhaps will this tax collector instead visit only the businesses, collecting both the businesses profit taxes /and/ taxes set aside from the wages of their employees?" And... he keeps going on and on. "Will the information as to who was taxed and how much become public record? So that all can see with transparency

[17:36] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield): what profits each business makes and how much they were taxed, or perhaps these books will remain closed and only opened to the businesses owners and the tax collector?"

[17:37] Mei Lin (ghostofishtar) is online.

[17:39] Naia looks at the parchments initially like she might eat it. It reminds her of strangely colored seaweed. Noting the writing, she starts to read then. The more she reads, the bigger her grin becomes...though it's hidden behind her veil. Naia waves the parchments at Calix and murmurs to him, "Landers. So adorable. Enforcing zeir citizens to care for one anozer."

[17:39] Suvi // the elemental realized they were just talking business and its curiosity got the better of the creature and it walked back to the door. one of the guards outside opened it for the creature. the elemental turned back and tilted her head at its summoner and then out it went, to go look at more piles of wood. ((thanks for the RP, need to afk for a while))

[17:40] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw) looked at this second bit of parchment, a small nod as she clicks her tongue and looks up at Arad with a half smile "Looks loch it's aw weel thooght it. diz thes pure techt th' city is gonnae pay fur damages tae businesses? broken windae an' th' loch frae break ins an' acts ay th' elements?" As the man at the table starts to talk, she'd lean back against the couch behind her and just kind of grin. "Only fowk 'at shoods be lookin' at mah books ur me, mah manager, an' th' sairrr fancy mask haur. nae offence meant, but lae ay ye dornt need tae be privy tae 'at information."

[17:40] Viveka (themis.adasia) lifted her hand to rub the scar on her head from her very own demon attack, her nose wrinkling up as she looked at the paper. Honestly she didn't care much about the money she earned so long as she had food in her belly. She planned on donating where she could and helping others out. The topics of conversation so far made her want to go crawl back to her hole in the wall. She was all about looking out for those that needed it and an orphanage and school and all that stuff, but she didn't necessarily want to hear the how of it. She tilted to the side and tried to rest her head on top of Nym's, gently of course since she knew the girl was healing, and went about wondering if they were going to move on to more interesting topics. Or at least one's she'd come to hear about.

[17:41] Calix looked down to Naia as she actually read it, and her words he simply smiled. "Adorable indeed.." he whispered, squinting a bit at the note in her hand but of course, it was hieroglyphics and he couldn't be specific. He only listened still to those around.

[17:47] Valkyrie Asta Munthe tilted her head to the other side this time while her attention had been focused on Sovelis...and he did bring up some rather good points. "Well...I was hoping to have my secretary come up with a census so that I can keep track of who comes in and out of the village...but she has failed miserably to keep her attendance , and therefore we are without a census, and a reliable body...I am looking for someone to take her place." Her brow furrowed. "There will be some information that will be not be disclosed at discretion of the person paying the tax...though my treasurer will be the one to privy more information on that, I am sure. I can assure, /though/, to my business owners here, that damages made to any businesses will be paid for...." Her voice trailed off slightly as she noted the two hooded figures in the back that seemed to be talking, but she couldn't hear. "Is there something you two in the back would like to bring to light?"

[17:47] Tiriel Lirana (whispiefelis) stared at the silver-eared elf, the broad accent was a bit hard to make out at first but once she got it, Tiri'd nod, a glance about and her own muttered "Well hardly - make yourself fine fare for any thief to come stealin' about at night... if it all was open access like that." Granted Tiri herself couldn't care less, but - there was the theory of the thing... "Need to keep that sort of thing between just those that need to know and the like..." She'd shake her head and shove off of the wall, her eyes flicking back to peruse those within before shrugging and moving off into the distance.

[17:50] Crystiel Thistlebush snaps her fingers as the second parchment unroll and floats in front of her, allowing her too read it..this one being much smaller it doesnt take her too long to read through it, she tries to understand it, but her lack of understanding currency to begin with makes it difficult.. but she does understand the basics of what is happening..if not the fine details....according to the first paper those in the Fae courts that she was raised would all be considered non-profit, everyone in the community would have a job to do, typically one they excel at. those that didnt contribute were exiled. doomed to be seperated from their family and court....many of the Fae she has met here were just that....courtless....she really should change that, but shes not quite ready for that just yet, she still need to get a better feel of the local Fae's feelings on that matter.

[17:52] The Den Mother (valerievixxen) just continued smoking, in silence. And chilling in her council seat. No point in continuing to comment on how maaaahvelous everything was, after ll

[17:54] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or sat down, collecting his hands in front of him for a moment after keeping his pipe perfectly between his teeth, smiling cheerfully at Sovelis. "Tax collectors, indeed good sir, as well as my personal assistance as Treasurer for the more larger sums of money and items, such as Businesses and the likes. At the time of tax collection, citizens shall line up and drop their pay at their due accordingly. Every family should be keeping track of their owes, their properties and their income, of course.. And we do have those, such as Cailean, the lovely Captain of the guard..." He motioned off, "Whom is aware of almost all of the civilians coming in and out. The City is not yet that large, we are roughly in check of who lives here and who does not, and we can keep track of who has thus paid their taxes with a bit of office work.. I am, after all, not just here to come up with tax schemes." He would chuckle softly. " As the city grows, we will allocate more resources to sending out doo

[17:54] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or: guards, however until then we shall stick with this standardized procedure most common throughout most Cities.." He released a ring of smoke. "... As for Transparency, it is indeed as the good Lady Valkyrie says. Though I will be sure to keep all updated with changes and the so forth, certain information should be disclosed to those that it truly involves."

[17:55] Alleo (alecksin.avora): Door-to-door collectors and guards* ))

[17:56] "Go ahead. Eat zem. All zey are good for to us," Naia says to Calix, pushing the parchment into his metal-covered hand. A voice carries to where the hooded figures repose, and Naia senses the query is directed at them. She shifts to peer through the wine rack until she sees Valkyrie. The Siren takes in a deep breath before speaking loudly enough to reach the Lady even with the veil covering the lower half of her face. "The light tends to blind zee truz, fair Lady of Aberwyz. So I will keep my issues to zee dark, where zey belong. We..." She gestures between Calix and herself. "...are just spectators to zis fascinating event." Naia sounds somewhat amused, or it could just be the sing-song quality of her voice.

[17:58] Calix bristled a bit as the white woman spoke to through the scroll cases. Hearing rattling on about this taxing ordeal and more things he had little knowing of he let out a breath. Though, as Naia spoke he nodded, and smirked to her, taking the parchment and shoving it down the front of his hood. Upon Naia's finished response, he simply nodded and crossed his arms. "Line of landers this way, doors opened..was doing little else." he shrugged, which was basically how they ended up here.

[18:00] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) gives a slow, exaggerated nod to both the Lady and the Treasurer's explanations. "All well and good then, I suppose..." Sovelis puts his pencil away and gives a stern look with his crooked nose overs towards Aradhelon, before simply sighing and turning to give a pleasant nod to Valkyrie. "Then I wish you well in finding a replacement, and good fortunes - no pun intended - with this Tax Collection /scheme/." He states, a sneering emphasis on the word scheme thanks to Aradhelon's own words. Looking pat Valkyrie, Sovelis squints and peers through his spectacles to eye up the notice posted upon the wall.

[18:02] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he looked forward and around as he entered, hermes on his shoulders as Vincent gazed around the table at the people who attended, and his brows furrowed a little.He looked to his right at Cailean and would then look to his left towards Val. as he shuffled slowly around to his position. standing in the corner by the shelves near the Lady of Aberwyth. he'd keep quiet for a few moments as he watched the gathering.

[18:10] Valkyrie Asta Munthe looked between Sovelis and Aradhelon and sighed. "Scheme is a horrible word, and I will not hear of it," she would say, her tone a little firmer. "I do not wish to impose taxes upon the people, but as the city grows, certain things will have to be taken care of." her gaze then turned over to Arad. "I do not want guards being involved in any sort of collecting. The people do not need to be intimidated by such." She'd roll her shoulders to relieve some tension. "Though, you," she'd say to Sovelis, "I would like to see at a later date. You have given me an idea." She'd then clear her throat softly before looking back tot he two hooded figures, brow raised at the tone of the female. Something didn't sit well with her about those two. "I see...well I welcome you to my home, regardless," she'd say with a slight smile before looking back tot he others. "Now, enough talk of taxes...It has come to my attention recently about the destruction of the millhouse and the warden's keep..." Clearly by this tone she was no

[18:10] Valkyrie Asta Munthe amused. "Let it be stated now that Aberwyth is and will remain a neutral party...but should this village find itself being caught in the middle, and we will have no choice but to defend her." She'd cross her arms and walked towards the floor, bare feet padding along. "If anyone has any information pertaining to what happened, please speak now."

[18:13] Gerald Baker clears his throat and raises his hand, saying "Well, from what I understand... a wolf broke into the warden keep, began destroying things and attacking people, so it was killed... then the rest of the wolves decided to invade and burn the place down. As for the mill house? Well... they got burn happy? I don't know." he shrugs

[18:15] Cailean (alistair.greymyst) blinked. Well, he wasn't that well established in town yet but he had a good idea of who was where and did what. He'd already made it a priority to visit almost all of the businesses himself. Of course, a census would probably be good to compile in the days to come, but Aberwyth wasn't such a large city that a single person couldn't remember most the names of the families that lived within it. Two or three could probably cover it completely with some fair bookkeeping. If not that, there were already copies of deeds right there on the shelves. He was in the middle of musing when the man in the glasses began his sneering. "Ah, there goes the pompous shit again," he remarked just loudly enough to be heard, accompanying it with a shake of his head. "I'm sure he'd make a fine and fair councilman, serving others as happily as I'm sure he'd have his wee limp cock serviced. Men who've got nothing better to do than criticize the work of others without offering their help are no better'n anyone else.

[18:15] Cailean (alistair.greymyst): Their shit stinks just as foul." He shrugged a shoulder, knowing that he'd likely get the bad end of the Lady's tongue after this for it, but there was a reason his posting was only temporary! Cailean leaned against the door and listened to the news of the Keep and the Mill -- though it wasn't news to him, he was curious about what everyone else would've made of it.

[18:15] Oh, but a wicked smile hides behind Naia's veil. Her posture indicates nothing, however, and when she speaks, the tone is laced with a deep sadness. "It is reprehensible when life and property are lost to zee careless ravaging of ozers. My deepest condolences."

[18:19] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) turns away and has prepared to move to a position elsewhere in the room to sit out the remainder of the meeting quietly, as Valkyrie's firmly spoken scolding given to both he and Aradhelon had soured things for the evening. Though this turned around some as Sovelis found himself a bit flustered, The Lady having singled him out with a request. "M-me? Oh, hm... well alright I suppose I can oblige either this ev---Oh" The Lady had already moved on to other topics and other duties, Leaving Sovelis talking to himself for a moment while the meeting continues.