Shayra - there was an age undreamed of...

[09:43:12] Eala Du (cottonswan) eyes move again with the stolen attention of Daisuke and this time she finds the giant lizard, she blinks her eyes once, flickers them again to the female then begins to shake her head and say, "No, no, no, I do not ~live~ within the planes. I live in a beautiful place with earth and forest and reality, as here." She moves closer to Daisuke and holds up her palms inches apart and facing one another. She then makes gestures with her head and points with her delicate forefingers, "To the right is the real, here, Valesk." she says and indicates beyond the back of her right hand "My hand is a door..now it could be a well or just appear in a tree, or a door in a room in a house, I don't know how magic works otherwise it would not be magic." she wiggles the fingers of her right hand then makes the motion of a door. "In between my hands, is the plane, which goes here there and everywhere and changes like the strange sky above our head, always moving and -" she stops and snaps her head to the snarly sounds, her eyes open wide and her breath stops till the Orc moves on and then she releases it into the air, carrying scents of nature on it. "Not friendly, a future foe I suspect." she commented, before moving her left hand in a door motion, "This side is the other reality elsewhere...and so I move to carry a dream, good or bad...I can make dreams without the planes, however, it is refreshing and revitalising and thrilling and...indescribable...dangerous even." she whispers the last and fluctuates her eye size in the revelation of some mysterious wonder. "But the doors are gone." she says and smacks her hands together as if 'that is that!', her bottom lip trembles almost imperceptibly before she looks at Daisuke, "Did you find your answers?" she asked, not having forgotten his words.

[09:50:53] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) walks from the Wayward, relaxed actually, having eaten, drunken the rest of ale she had traded for, then been in the village she cannot yet pronounce the name of but seen no one of rank and title or other interesting appearance outside at the market stalls. Must be the time of the day. Again in the forests, she had heard voices, of one woman basically, without understanding the meaning, and approached. Being there, a seeming orcish beastmistress departs, two strange figures remain. She stops, looks a bit dumb folded over to those others, not quite sure what they are due to appearance and the weird floating of one. Not really being a sneaky person unless told, she remains waiting for a few moments to see what happens, or if she can hear more. "You battle orc?" She asks finally, "orc strong, Shayra strong, you strong too? You fight?" It is a crude common, less badly spoken due to lack of language, but lack of grammar skills in her brain, a heavy southern barbarian accent, crude words but female voice.

[09:58:07] Daisuke (fangmassacre) took in her words, thinking he understood, that maybe it was as he first thought, she was simply using magic to travel to places faster. But it didnt really matter he supposed. he shook his head "No ive not found the answers, thats partly why im here" he said once more and watched as the orc and her pet moved off, only to see a dark skinned woman come into view, it was rare he often came across brown or bronzed skinned people like himself so she captured his intrigue from a distance. As the orc was brought into question the stag spoke "I do not consider those who prefer to keep to themselves as foe, and I have no intent to battle the.. orc" he said looking back to the direction she had gone. "I only fight if I have to" he them added

[09:58:52] Vatira the Fierce was reletively grumpier then usual as he stomped around the forest. He looked from left to right and growled lightly as he flowed, walking beside him was a gangly wolf who looked as fierce and feral as its owner, wasnt this the area where he took that Pinky's eye? he didnt know but he growled once more as he paced forward. Indeed the green hulking man's apperance was not concealed... and up and over the rock he went those boots clinking upon the rock surface as he walked. That blazing fierce look cast upon any and all before him, as if well they were something in which where below him.

[10:10:59] Eala Du (cottonswan) nodded her head to Daisuke and was about to offer to see if she had the answer once more, probably more from curiosity than kindness when more sounds made her turn to face the other way, still aware of the Satyr at her back, for all were strangers still. Then with lithe tilt and turn of hovering body she slipped backwards into the longer foliage and flowers and the cool shadow of the rocky heights above her. She parted some stems with fingers as another earth-shuddering clamour of footsteps then looked confused as Daisuke seemed to speak of battle, "I did not say to fight, I do not battle unless my beautiful life is in peril, and there is no more choice left to me." she pointed a finger left, "It was one of those my Satyr. And...even though I have found you, now I must lose you, because I shall flee to a safer ledge. I am to precious to be injured, is it not so?" her eyes burned with a brilliance of red, like a streak of sunset in cloud before she hovered higher in the air t peruse those that gathered a moment longer, and then she would disappear up over the tops and into the forest.

[10:12:56] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds herself addressed by the man with hoofs and antlers, though the sentences too long for her to understand - matter of brain capacity. She does not, though, intend to reveal this shortcoming yet. The last she understood, with a lot of concentration, that he only fights if he has to. "Battle much fun, Shayra make have to, make when want." She replies to that, letting it be followed by a wide toothy grin, honest though not aggressive. "You fight horns? Or hoofs?" That creature is still interesting by its appearance, and quite strong as he looks too. Then though a strong trampling distracts her and she looks over her shoulder, hand already at the hilt of her sword. An orc or such with dog or wolf comes to her view. She narrows her eyes, remembering to have fought those kinds of savages - being a savage herself too. "You no here for raid, orc, orc no raid alone!" She states in demanding tone, strong and self esteem filled, just as she learned to talk to such ones, "Why you here, orc?!" The hand remains at the weapon hilt, though she makes no more aggressive motion either, unaware of local factions or who is actually good and who is actually evil - no side chosen yet. The words of the woman though she cannot understand either, too long sentences for her brain, so she does not reply there - not even aware they were not directed at her anyways - to rather keep the male orc in her view.

[10:19:31] Daisuke (fangmassacre) would likely tell her more about the question he had if he met her again and they spoke and she asked of it, or it otherwise came up. However as she seemed to grow more wary and turned toward the other bodies closing in on their areas the stag as well perked his buck like ears and fixated on the path as he saw the dark figure of a male arrive as well. He was never one to assume someone had ill intent without the prof, but even he was growing a little uneasy with the Orc and her gater and the barbarian woman speaking about strengths and fights and then this mysterious male coming up with a pet of his own. It seemed the private glad and his over hanging landform he liked to dwell in was becoming less private by the days. He watched the dark skinned woman, trying to make sense of her crude sentence structure. "If I must fight, I use what I can" he explained, kinda catching on she need things simple " Hands.." he held his hands up to show, making fists for a moment, though he would never actually look threatening or take a stance. "Antlers, hooves.." gesturing and then grasped his staff a moment before letting go "Magic" he added.He stopped speaking though as the woman turned to face the new arrival and to question him.

[10:23:58] Vatira the Fierce he growled lowly as he looked to the woman who held her hand at her blade and his brows furrowed and the wolf growled as he looked over towards the woman and he spoke in return, "Ihz Trahvalan Pihnkay" he stated in that broken common, and growled as he would put a hand out to touch the dog beside him letting little bits of mana flow through him towards the dog... "Ihz zagast yah jahst stah ouht ahv muh waah." he nodded firmly, he gave a singular warning, being a gladiatorial champion he felt he had to warn the person who was more then likely to attack what they were facing.... with a warning of not to if they valued their lives. So, he gazed upon the woman... waiting to see if she'd let him pass.... (1/2 for Animal growth)

[10:29:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods gravely, still the orc in her view, as the satyr speaks about how he fights. It would interest her to see how he would fight with hoofs and antlers, just out of curiosity. But the word about magic irks her, she does not understand magic, it scares her, and what scares her makes her angry. "Magic no good, no honest. Fight fist, fight antler, fight hoof. More honor, better joy." She snorts without letting the orc out of sight still. Mages are all evil in her perception and in the load of her prejudices and superstitions. "Shayra fight sword, fight axe, fight club, fight teeth if need. Shayra fight bow rare, more hunt bow. Shayra strong, many honor, many kill for tribe." Yes, that is what is important for her. The eyes yet locked, narrowed, onto the orc, she understands not a single word of what he states - common? Orcish? She cannot decipher that - and it makes a fierce frown appear on her lips, the brinks torn far down. "You speak Shayra understand! Orc no speak orc tongue! What Orc do alone? Orc never alone!" Again she demands, still she holds her blade's hilt. The mana flow she cannot see either, neither that the orc surely is a shaman of sorts or any such. Yet she does not plan to block his path, just wants to assure that he does not want to attack her or something, or the white queen with her mage guard she had met the day before. "Orc say why Orc alone. Orc say so Shayra hear. Shayra no bash alone orc. Shayra no coward!" That other woman had disappeared, yet another, more exposed one seemed to have appeared behind the male orc, perhaps a helper should things go south, but she does not count on that.

[10:34:24] Vatira the Fierce she couldnt understand him and he /HATED/ having to repeat himself and he would finish casting as he spoke, "Ihz prahtaktad buhy da farast. Waahg ah Spahrat ohv dah Farast.." She was also yelling at him, which made him even more volitile, "Pihkay naht wahrthay ahv meh spakin muh nahtav tangue." he said with a fierce snort as the flow of magic between him and his companion finished with his spell to which the creature started to grow, to two then three times its size tower itself over Vatiera and its grow was deep and reverberated over the forest itself, "Sahh Stahn Dawn Pihkay Orh yaz fihn dah fiahts." he said simply as he growled lowly with the wolf tusk bared in an intimidating fassion (2/2 Animal Companion.)

[10:40:03] Daisuke (fangmassacre) decided to slip off, he could hear the prejudice in the womans voice about magic, and though he could explain himself further he doubted she could grasp his concept about it. Besides he was not one to fight, he was more to use his skills in self defense, he was never interested in fighting. He stepped back into the shadows and decided to climb the rocks to a higher level out of the way.

[10:43:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) can still not understand the strange dialect of the orc. Single words perhaps sound familiar to her, yet she cannot find the context they are being used in. The eyes narrow further, the frown grows more angered. She herself hates it when others talk so she cannot understand things - not that she can understand a lot anyways. But as then the wolf grows, and grows, and still grows, beyond horse size even, she loses her coolness, or battle threatening whatever it is called - others are intimidated if a horde of barbarians look like this (not orcs usually, unless in minority, which is not the case here). Her jaw falls down and the eyes reflect first surprise, then astonishment, then fear, and then, due to hating to fear something, hatred. "Orc be mage! Mage evil! Shayra hate evil, hate mage! You no good orc!" She snarls, and damn those wolf fangs are huge! Yet attacking now? That would equal suicide, but pride might be more important, not appearing as coward even against more powerful enemies. it works, visibly, behind her forehead. "Orc just say, why orc alone..." She tries once more, not even noticing the satyr mage escaping, having no eyes for that, only for those huge wolf fangs now. And then: "Shayra strong, Shayra no need help wolf, Shayra protected, by snake spirit!" Now if that helps? Unlikely, but she really has no clue how to deal with this. Magic is always something totally irritating for her.

[10:49:54] Vatira the Fierce he growled lowly as he looked to her and spoke again, "Ihz JAST WAHKING!" this causes him to roar at her saliva flowing from his mouth as she yells more, "Orhk Bahtalmahge, orhk chahmpian glahdiahtar! Yah Mahk mah rehpate muhselvz pihnkay!" and he would step forward, "Waahg Hare jahst ihncahse." he said as he would grip the halberd hard between the two hands of the meefy arms, "Pihnkay Weake." he said with a snarling slashing quip letting one more burst of mana go, fortifying himself as a shimmer of transparent armor sheened over his upper half for a moment before dissappearing from sight, "Prehpar Yah Sehlf." and he would go in to an offensive stance ( 1/1 Magic Shield)

[10:56:10] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) could understand that last a bit better for whatever reason - warning, repeating himself, battlemage, champion and such. She had not had the intend to fight, nor block his path, but being called weak is neither something she may let sit on herself. So she produces the sword from it's sheath, slowly, as if unimpressed - though her facial motions betray that try on her. "Shayra not weak, Shayra strong, Shayra fast, Shayra like snake! You orc coward, make mistake!" She growls in fury now, no, calling her weak or such is not a good thing, pride as well as her very little brain capacities let her snap then. She herself assumes a stance, both offensive and defensive, neutral so to speak, left hand stretched out, low stance on legs, sword over her head pointed against the enemy. "Orc come if dare, Shayra no fear!"

[11:05:21] Vatira the Fierce he snarled as he looked towards her "Yah Mahk dah Mahstake Pihkay!" he snarled and charged forward roaring deeply as he brought his halberd to bear upon the woman, indeed attacking letting the wolf pace behind him as he would use the mass of his body and the strength of his arms to bring to bear the full potential of the pole arm with an attempted slash across her torso. Much as he did with the first pinky who dared challange him, and he showed no fear only rage and intollerance!

[11:06:18] Vatira the Fierce rolls R6 (CC:bbdb): 149, Large Weapon (3 Damage) Attempted Slash across the Midsection.

[11:06:44] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:bbdc): 150, Large weapon - defense
[11:06:44] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):150
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[11:08:11] Vatira (ghabrial): ((Forgot to put in 1/2 - Battle Rage/Blood Rage))
[11:09:27] Vatira (ghabrial): blind rage*))

[11:11:07] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) awaits his onslaught, and, it coming from above, where she had her sword, it takes just a little motion to let the halberd slide aside - only the strength of battle she had not anticipated, so it is a rather thin success only. Anyways, battle has started, now time for words are over. She uses the momentum of letting his halberd slide aside to take the blade hilt with both fists. Her muscles tense, bulge under her skin, before just she lets them erupt into a half arch attack against the Orc's left shoulder. She feels superior for having managed to parry that first attack, and as he is alone, there is no fast killing needed, toying with him by wounding him could be the case yet, disabling him strike by strike, she is in high moods - the battle is to her liking as it always is. No words but the language of steel on steel and the song of steel cutting through flesh.

[11:11:41] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:bbdd): 58, Long weapon, 3dmg - half arch attack against the Orc's left shoulder
[11:11:41] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):58
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[11:12:05] Vatira the Fierce rolls R5 (CC:bbde): 85, Dodge? Maybe?

[11:14:47] NaveenMaru cocked her head as she looked down at the creature her snare had caught. Foot tied in the strength of the twine, it still was alive. Laying stunned and heaving breaths of air, having exhausted when it had been caught in the snare ensuing panic.
Tender with the creatures of nature, she carried a level of calmness while brushing her hand over it's face. "Shhh." She tcht'd between her teeth. With the creature's fears settled and in a lulled state she tenderly removed the snare. From her satchel she retrieved a knife. Grabbing the animal by it's long ears she lifted up what appeared to be a fat hare. With knife in hand she brought it to slit it open so it would bleed out and be her next meal... however her attention was startled away and the hare momentarily spared. Naveen rise to her feet to turn towards the commotion. Cocking her head to the side and blinking rapidly she tried to focus on the distance. Both her hands lowered to her side, knife in one, hare in the other. With caution she hesitantly stepped forward to fill her curiosity with a better view; while staying to the side of the tree so her form would go less noticed in it's careful footing. The animal would begin to stir from the sleepy state, reminding Naveen of her catch. She hmmm'd and let out a concluding grunt before gently resting the animal on the ground and patting it's bottom for it to awaken and hop off; living another day.
The orc leaned into a primal ape like crouch, hanging low in the brush around the massive uprooted tree.

[11:16:18] Vatira the Fierce he missed his pole arm wedging into the ground as he looked over to the women, this... was new! Maybe she wasnt boasting! he watched as she swang her two handed sword sized to her at him, towards his left shoulder, oh but he wasnt one to stand back this enraged the ork as he brought up the butt end of the halberd deflecting the baled away removing it from its stuck position doing a three sixty as his rage began with a mighty roar which echo'd in the forest and around them which scared animals away fish, frogs, everything as he seemed to bulster with his ability to fly into this rage.... (Battle Rage 2/2, he gets, +1 to Fighting, -1 to reflex, -1 Fighting to others with resolve less then 7. Blind rage, He attacks EVERYTHING unless he successfully makes a Resolve check above 120, each attempt brings the check down by 10) trying to bring it across the womans stomach with such a fierce and mighty swing.

[11:17:12] Vatira the Fierce rolls R7 (CC:bbdf): 66, Large weapon Damage 3 - attempted stomach blow...
[11:18:25] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:bbe0): 136, Defense
[11:18:25] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):136
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0

[11:24:28] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has no eyes nor ears currently for what happens behind her. That orc went nuts crazy on her, wild and raged, an item that puzzles and scares her, distracts her even for her later attack. For now she has to counter that spinning blow that seems to aim to cut her into two halves by her midsection. Out of reflex she jumps back, managing to let that strike fly into the void, perhaps even getting the orc into bad position. That jump back lands her into a leg bent position, and outright from that, with a fierce bellowed battle cry, pitched high yet crude in voice, she counter-strikes, sword striking frontwards, tip first, towards the right shoulder or upper arm of the moving orc.

[11:24:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R7 (CC:bbe2): 106, long weapon (3dmg) - attempt to hit right shoulder or upper arm
[11:24:50] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R7: (1-170):106
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/170
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):70/0

[11:25:41] Vatira the Fierce rolls R3 (CC:bbe3): 9, Raged orc bad at dodging...

[11:29:23] Vatira the Fierce he missed AGIAN and his polearm slammed to the floor bits of metal shattering from the blade as he roared as the damaged weapon was his favorite, but never the less he pushed onward with his assault, more harder then before more fierce, she had caused him to damage his favorite weapon and he hoped the jagged edges would cut her deep on his next blow, But here she came as he tried to get the polearm out from its stuck position, and she got a blow, though it was intercepted by his magic Shield, which pulsated, cracked, and then broke under the intense hit.. leaving his skin unscaved. this scared the orc, something fierce, and in his rage he would throw up a spell, it was instantanious.... he didnt strike as he held his action and would open himself up to her, as if saying to come and hit him... (1/1 Karmadic Shield).

[11:30:54] NaveenMaru pressed forward against root, it's large arm escaped from the earth gave her something to keeping hidden as melted her body into it. Nostrils flared in awareness to the Orc in the distance. A flutter of her heart sent her a wave of excitement for she hadn't seen another Orc in to long. The sight had her about to raise. A rumbling roar so deep had her insides feeling the vibrations as it filled the air, and in turn had her lowering back down to keep hidden from what she fully recognized as rage she knew to better than to reveal herself at this point.

[11:36:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels just how she had struck, just the feeling of the iron of the blade going through the flesh of the arm of the enemy - usually vibrating through the entire weapon - is missing. Then though that strange flicker about her enemy vanishes too. Another score to her pride anyways, positive score, lifting her moods even more, her feeling of being superior. She has no clue about magic at all, not what it can do, rarely when it is being cast, unless she can see the effects. "Orc honor!" She blurts out, thinking he will surrender and demand honorable death by that action of his, the lack of his own attack, as frenzy as he seems to her. She takes a step back, lifts the blade to her shoulder, vertically, giving him a grim yet respect paying gaze, then just swirls around herself, to strike him once more, expecting him to defend in the last moment anyways - a honorable orc would yet be alien to her, even if he appears to be. A try to behead him in that could leave her in a vulnerable position....

[11:37:56] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R7 (CC:bbe4): 115, Long weapon strike, 3 dmg, right arm
[11:37:56] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R7: (1-170):115
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/170
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):70/0
[11:38:22] Vatira the Fierce rolls R3 (CC:bbe5): 54, raging orc still bad at dodging
[11:39:10] Vatira the Fierce rolls R5 (CC:bbe6): 49, Karmic Backlash for 4 Damage
[11:39:34] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R3 (CC:bbe7): 107, Resolve against his magic attack mirror
[11:39:34] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R3: (1-130):107
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/130
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):30/0

[11:44:33] Vatira the Fierce he was standing there in an open stance, with his broken halberd, snarling and roaring in rage that had not been seen in a very very long time, not sense the pits had he had to do all that he had... Ta' Waahg sat in the back ground a Giant Dire Wolf pacing watching it's master and the barbarian woman flaring its teeth at her wanting to make a meal. Then she struk him going through his armor sending orc Blood spilling, he had, had enough toying with the woman..... he was out of magic, out of everything but he still had Ta, "YAHZ PAAAH!!!" he roared and would whistle sharply, as his wolf rejoined the frey, Both of them coming at her like a furrious Team.... First Vatira would come in turning the blade of his pole arm manuvering the butt of it to come and attemtp to go between her legs to launch her up. Mean while Ta' Would come in bounding with an attempt to bite at the woman with its teeth the size of large swords... The two were a team and he wasnt about to loose to a pinky... not today that meant using everything he had, it was how he was trained as a fighter.... a gladiator..... the wolf the size of Vat was indeed a powerful sight.

[11:45:04] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) emerges from the water, rubbing her eyes in a grumpy demeanor. Having been awaken by a commotion & not very friendly to begin with, looks around her to see if the cause could be found, ducking low to not be seen once her eyes fall on a pair whom seem to be bout' to fight..Watching and waiting in anticipation of bloodshed. her twisted scowl turning to a devoius, evil twisted smile

[11:46:09] Vatira the Fierce rolls R7 (CC:bbe8): 10, Vatira - Angry Bleeding Orc Med Damage (2) Crotch shot
[11:47:26] lerlerterrr Łitα (lalita18) entered the region (2001.31 m).
[11:47:28] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:bbe9): 92, Defense against deep blow
[11:47:28] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):92
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[11:47:44] Vatira the Fierce rolls R4 (CC:bbea): 62, Ta' Waahg - Nom Noms
[11:48:28] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:bbeb): 41, Defense against the big, lovely puppy
[11:48:28] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):41
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0

[11:55:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees that orc doing a desperate low attack, even letting him hit would be an option - slow enough this time for her to see where it aims, or she is just in enough battle mode to have anticipated it. She jumps aside so, a grin against that weak attempt. Though, her world consisting only of herself and the orc, her enemy, currently and the rest being framed in the black of battle haze of highly concentrated fighting, she totally had missed the huge dire wolf to charge in! The animal had to just turn the head slightly, and the next that can be heard is ripping flesh as its jaws close around her midsection. A loud, pained howl is following, yes, those teeth hurt a lot, dearly, direly. She almost loses the sword from her fist, hanging in those jaws. She must fight now more though, blood had run, on both sides, and a fierce battle beast can even less be argued with than a savage like an orc - or usually herself. So she just hacks her blade against the side of the beast's head, in an attempt to hurt it enough to let go of her at least. In the brinks of her eyes only she notices a spectator, a person that came from the water? Can that be? No time to think about that detail, her life is at stake where the battle had looked so promising before. Not even ale crosses her mind anymore!

[11:57:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:bbec): 40, attack against the big wolf, long weapon, 3 dmg
[11:57:00] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):40
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[11:57:34] Vatira the Fierce rolls R4 (CC:bbed): 118, Ta' Waahg - no hurt me I'm a cute puppy!

[12:01:17] Vatira the Fierce he growled lowly as he looked forward, at the woman hurting bad, as he had no mana in his reserves, nothing there but his raw power and his determination to destroy everything, his blade though had broke, the head went flying off and he would stab the stick into the earth leaving it there for the time being, and he reached back to grab and draw his blade while Ta' Had the woman in his jaws, "NOH HART TA!" he shouted in a very harsh angry tone as he came up when the wolf let go, bringing to bear his sword to her back with the attempted upper swing. Ta was then Swong at! He would let go of the woman letting her swing wild at the air for where ever her blade may go, and he'd growl and go in again for the mid section maybe this would end it, who knew.... either way this didnt look promising at all...

[12:01:39] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) watches in sheer delight at the sight of the blood on both sides, though her eyes constantly fall on the woman who'd been a snack for the giant dire. thinking to herself for a moment before digging into the folds of her skirt, removing a small bottle of ((*PROTECTION SERUM*-**This works like the shielding ability mages have, giving them a form of armor. What the armor looks like is up to you, but it functions the same way. The drinker is enveloped in a shield of magical energy that deflects or absorbs damage from any source. It basically absorbs a number of successful Hits based on the crafter's Magic rating. Magic 1-3 is 1 successful Hit, 4-6 is 2 successful Hits, and maxes out at 3 successful Hits for 7+.**)) and looks at it a short moment then throws the bottle into the grass nearby where the woman was whilst catching her gaze and smiles at her..

[12:02:15] Vatira the Fierce rolls R4 (CC:bbee): 80, Ta'- Nom Nom!
[12:03:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:bbef): 25, defense Ta' Nomnom
[12:03:31] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):25
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[12:08:23] Vatira (ghabrial): ((I'm not going to Roll Vat's attack as she's K/O))

[12:10:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets thrust about by the wolf in its jaws, just as dogs fight, just briefly the jaws open to nearly drop her from the jaws, just though to bite again, again those huge canine fangs dig deep into her belly and back flesh. That is pretty much too much for her. She just sees some kind of vial fly close, land in hand's reach, wants to reach for it, but it is too late, the world turns entirely dark about her. She goes limp, but for the fist that holds the sword and would do so in her death likely, hanging in the jaws of the giant beast....

[12:13:13] Vatira the Fierce he didnt see the potion, he was too absorbed in his rage to care, but Ta saved the orcs hide, but the ORC still in BLIND RAGE mode saw this wolf as an enemy who stole his kill, Ta would drop the human and dart off further into the forest as Vat ran after him sword in hand "IHZ KAAL YAAA!" he roared forget about the woman he had incapacitated leaing her to the elements and her own bleeding out, roaring loudly lumbering after the more faster and agile dire..... who was shrinking back to its normal size.... (Blind Rage Recovery Roll DC 120)

[12:13:32] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) screams out "HEY! HEY YOU! UGLY!" waving her arms in the air at the orc and the dire "LEAVE HER ALONE YA BRUTE!" beginning to mutter under her breath before flying into the air, and throwing a globule of water at the pair in a mocking attempt to get their attention off the woman
[12:13:55] Vatira the Fierce rolls R5 (CC:bbf0): 123, Blind Rage Recovery, DC 120

[12:15:53] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) rolls to the floor after the dire wolf had let go, commanded and chased by the owner, the orc, the battle against which had started so promising. She does not get anything though of what happens next, bleeding from many dagger like wounds - wolf teeth bite marks - and unconscious.

[12:20:54] NaveenMaru began to raise ever so slightly, a common interest was striked up as she watched the final moments unravel before her she was wound up in what was going on to the knocked over pink skin that she wouldn't have thought fast enough to see the wolf running and que in that the enraged orc would be darting right by her, revealing her cover behind the tree.
Choking back a gasp she quickly kicked herself off the ground and pressed her back against the tree... hoping he'd be to wound up with the target of his next attack to notice her blending into the forest.

[12:21:44] Vatira the Fierce sharges head long into the forest deeper following his animal companion though eventually soon after cools down.... (Thank you all I leave you to the bloody mess I left <3's!)

[12:24:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) still lays, unconscious on the battle grounds. Should she or would she hate her enemy after this? Time would tell, though orcs are evil, another proof for her once she can think clearly again - after waking up whenever or not...

[12:25:44] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) quickly begins to rustle through her pouch within her skirt as she flys to where the injured lay upon the ground "Tsk Tsk! Not good to pick fights with big doggy...No No nO!" flying low to land on the woman, walking to the nearest of the deep wounds and uncorks a bottle and pours a small measure into the wound with a chuckle " lucky i was here. yep yep! i helps you sleepy injured silly one" removing a secondary bottle this one having writing on its surface (In Fae) "AH HA! Resistance Elixir! ((Gives drinker a +1 to any Resolve checks that involve resisting disease, poison, or infection.
))

[12:29:20] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) thinks to her self a moment then conjures a globule of water in her tiny hands, dumping it onto the unconsiuous woman in attempts to wake her

[12:30:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has to lay quite a while until her consciousness begins to return. Her entire midsection hurts, though there is, also, something cooling the searing pain those dagger sized canine fangs had left in her. She moans, more annoyed than pained, out of sheer pride and teaching of her folk to not show much pain at all costs. Then she realizes that some tiny feet are tripping on her side. A rat? Then a big splash of water hits her face, making her gasp for air - a water rat? But she is on land. Just to be sure she seeks with her hands if the grass is dry, or there at all beneath her. Good, it is wet, and her hands get red from the touch - her own blood. "By the gods," she snorts, and tries to wave off the rat she does not yet see clearly from where she feels the feet. "Damn orc, I almost had him! I will nee.... uuuhffff...."

[12:33:39] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) jumps out of distance of the hands then takes flight, squeaking in protest "WATCH OUT YA BIG LUG! Sprites tiny! Tiny i am! helping i am" her squeaks turning to a giggle "Not smart to fight orcs with big doggy"

[12:36:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) tries to press herself up, at least onto the one elbow of the hand that had swatted against the sprite. The other fist is still clenched about the sword hilt. She hears a voice and turns her head towards where it comes from. She sees that tiny being. The sentences, except for the last one, had been short enough for her to understand. "Shayra nearly won, wolf hideous! Shayra strong...." The rest gets drowned into another moan, suppressed moan. "You tiny, you help? How help? You no fight!" She grunts further, pressed from the pain that is present despite her try to hide it. "Shayra will win, win next time, make orc dog dead. And orc dead!" She tries to press herself up further....

[12:40:46] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) lowers her flight to land near the woman sensing her vocabulary short "You fighter! Me healer! Try take orc eyes off you! Orc ran! Save you i do" her giggles permeating the air "Not foe! just here help you!" returning to caring for some of the womans wounds "can you walk? Get help i can if no walk!"

[12:44:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks down to the landing sprite. Breathing is not all easy as the motions hurt. She regards that tiny being with the trident and the strange wings, quite a time, looking dumb. "You tiny, really. You healer, you heal..." It is spoken as something between a request and a command, just the way she speaks and thinks - a wounded and a healer means just what she said to herself. She tries to roll herself to her knees from that half sitting position, though fails on the first try. "You heal, I walk later... Shayra defeat orc, orc ran, healer heal safe."

[12:47:26] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) takes several handfuls of grass, stuffing it into open wounds "Must walk, need master healer you do! die you will if no walk!" her hands shoot to her hips, looking quite like a grandmother scolding a child "you go village?" her curious eyes still scanning the area for threats as the fae have many enemies

[12:49:49] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) groans, that requirement she had already feared. But she will definitely tell the healer that she had won the battle - nothing else matters. Another deep breath, another deep cringe. She turns around, to get on knees and hands, and by that sees the broken halberd. "Oh...." She comments in grunted words, and packs the head of the halberd into her backpack, then takes the hilt in a way of a walking stick to press herself onto the feet. "Shayra walk... Tiny glow fly show way." She grunts further, and the sword is still in her fist.

[12:53:49] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) lands near a building marked by a familiar sign "HERE!" her squeak sounding out to the woman "Inside! You sit!"

[12:57:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) limps after the pixy, up all those risen slopes and stairs, taking the pain like a big guy, just like she had learned to. The pain of the wolf bites is insane, but she must endure it. Finally arriving at the infirmary, she enters after that vibrantly flying little woman, hears the demand to sit, and - instead of taking the chairs, limps over on her makeshift crutch to the fur covered couch. There she drops, bleeding as she does, and pants at first to catch for breath. "Little woman work here? Now can heal?" She asks, feeling sweat coming to her forehead from the straining of the walk already, and how her body goes weak from the loss of blood actually.

[12:58:59] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) begins to study the tonics, elixirs & potions about the Healers Shop. Fingering through a few of the books and labels on bottles before squeaking with delight "YES! THIS ONE!" taking the bottle from the shelf with a heave and sigh as its quite heavy for her. making her way to the injured woman "You take! You drink! i pay for medicine! NO ARGUE!!" holding out the bottle and waiting for her to take it so that she may find bandages

[13:02:20] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is quite baffled in her state by the resolute verbal approach of that tiny winged woman. Somehow that being looks cute, would be nice as a pet, and funny she is too. She cannot prevent a grin when taking the vial from the tiny hands for which that small flask is so heavy. She looks at the flask, doubtingly, though. is that a poison, or some magic? One never knows. But she was told to drink. "Shayra drink, drink on Little Wing health." She toasts as usually she only drinks water or booze, and toasts on the health of her helper, whom she now found a name for: Little Wing. Then she thrusts all contents of the vial into her throat in one...

[13:07:11] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) smiles at the toast "To many great battles warrior blood" then fetches a few bandages, sure to toss a nice silver coin and flawless pearl onto the counter with a small scrawling on a piece of parchment *Pay for healing potion and bandage* then returns to where the woman sits and drops the roll of bandage near her "You dress wounds on front, i get wounds on back" fluttering behind the woman and unrolling the bandage, using her trident to tear off small bits of bandage and tends the wounds "You crazy! You fight like bear!" her laughs penetrating the stillness of the room "I calls you Fighting Bear"....

[13:10:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) leans up obediently and as told, to use those bandages on her front. "Little Wing see good, but Shayra fight snake, Snake totem Shayra." She narrates, in a surprising friendly, calm and even soft tone while working those bandages when they are handed to the front and later handed back to her back. "Shayra proud folk, proud tribe, must fight hard, must honor ancestors. Little Wing also honor ancestor?"

[13:11:14] Valyn'tia Skaeren (syndell.brinner) smiles to the warrior " Fighting Bear stay! Wait for healer! I go find ale" her soft voice carrying through the room as she makes her way out of the infirmary with a smile and wave "Come see Sometime! At waters edge where found Fighting Bear hurt. Ancestors be with you" her voice fading as she disappears from sight

[13:12:25] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods slowly after Little Wing. She would look out for her, for sure, and just if to learn, or to say thank you for the help... she owes Little Wing in the end... but now she has to wait for a healer...

[09:47:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) moves through the forest. She is restless. That belly wound - the two giant dire wolf bite marks had slowed her down. She was not able to hunt, she was not able to fight, she was not able to do any much that would require her belly muscles. It feels like rusted, soft nearly for her taste, feminine! And she hates feminine softness. Those city women in their fine dresses are like that, those whores in the brothels. She is no city woman, she is no whore. She is a barbarian from the Farland desert surrounding mountains! She is equal to men, she had worked like them, fought like them, drunken like them! She had visible belly muscles like them and her biceps would put civilized men to shame! After losing her tribe from seight now she had wandered for weeks - without a fight, with easy prey, without killing another, anyone. And that pesky black orc had escaped. She is furious! Without even noticing she had peeled that bandage around her center away, the air feels great on her bare belly and back. She just walks through the forest, until she finds a hidden ledge towering high over the river beneath. She stops, looks about the lands, thinks...

[09:51:10] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shakes her head after a while. Thinking is not easy, it hurts over time, more than an extreme mix of boozes on the next day. She hates thinking. Doing is better. She turns. A rock! Whatever! Where is her tribe? Why had she lost them from sight? Why had she gotten lost on the way back to their village after that last raid? It had been successful, she had gained a near bag full of small rubies, as big as half the last bone of her small finger, but without her tribe that riches are shallow. The Rock! She stares at the rock.

[10:00:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels it as if the rock would move, a mouth forms, it is a feeling, a mental projection, but it feels so real to her. 'Coward!' the rock formed lips say, 'weakling!' it mocks her, 'slave slut!' it spits at her. Pesky rock, it cannot know! It cannot know her! Cannot know how strong she is! How battle experienced, how valorous! "I am no less than a man!" She bellows against the rock, in her barbarian mother tongue, a crude and hard sounding language, a gnarly, furious dialect. "I am of the Mountainlions!" She grunts in guttural voice against the rock. With haste she tears the furs and hides off her shoulder, those damn battle needed leather cups from around her breasts. Her breasts are not as lean as those of a man, despite they are muscular. She needs those during battle - though only for comfort. She hates to live a comfortable life. It is so shameful in her eyes. "See, Shayra is like man! Strong, my shoulders broad! Shayra strong! Shayra valorous!" She yells against the mocking rock formed lips, that seem to form a grin towards her. Barebreasted she faces the rock, she narrows her eyes, her lips form an angered frown. "Come, ghost, come out rock! Shayra smash you! Shayra strong! Shayra challenge!" She taunts the rock, pulling the sword from its sheath on her back. Only the chest straps that hold the sheath are over her breasts anymore, much like the men of her tribe use to wear them. She assumes a low stance, broad legs, her side facing the rock, just like her face, just like the palm of the left, stretched out hand. The twohanded sword she holds over her head.

[10:05:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards the rock - was that a tremble in those lips only she imagines in her head? Is the rock scared of her? Of course it is! It must be, it is a rock, she is a barbarian, a fighter! Everyone is scared of her folk! Of her! "Come out, ghost stone!" She gnarls, all her muscles tensed, damn how good that feels, the bite marks are healed, her body is just a bit exhausted yet. Was there not a shadow erupting from the rock? She dreams, she imagines, a fighter had come from the rock, challenging her, replying to her challenge. It walks around her, she remains in place, in pose, concentrating on its motions, on its breath, feels its gaze on her bare back's skin while it tries to find the best spot, the best angle to strike. She waits, tensed up like a spring, ready to snap.

[10:11:51] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels that shadow surrounding her, it becomes more and more realistic for her in her mind, no real being, just one she imagines, but she focuses on it. A left turn, a wide lunge sidewards, all the tension of her muscles flies into a low slash, from the blade being vertical over her had to strike a foe in the lower belly. The shadow withdraws out of reach. Wonderful! Again she tenses up, the blade horizontal over her head, the tip pointing at the enemy. "Come again! You fail, Shayra fast!" She taunts it, the eyes narrowed, though the pupils turned up into her skull for better imagination. She fights that shadow, which she only imagines, tensed up, sparring a shadow....

[10:15:37] Vatira the Fierce the sound of battle was like the blue light to flies, and so he followed hopping up and climbing up rocks as he looked down upon the woman sparing, his rbow rose as she was swinging at nothing and he snirked a bit as he crossed his arms like he was judging her, she had, after all lost once to the orc already, and he would look back, Waahg was near by, the dog followed its master often but still never the less he watched curiously.

[10:18:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had taunted that imagined shadow, but this time she does not give it time to attack, instead, she herself lungs forwards, body snapping forwards, planting a diagonal stab from above her head downwards, just to withdraw again after. "Surprised?" She grunts in her guttural barbarian language, taunting the imagined enemy. She nods to accept the imagined reply of her enemy, but takes the blade hilt with both hands, strikes again, a serious of strikes, a crude flurry that is more about strength than technique. She is fast, but she wants to feel her muscles ache, work. And she feels them, drives them on, harder, as if wanting them to break through her skin, they bulge under it, they stretch it, hard. She swings her blade, deadly precise as it is mostly possible only during sparring, in strikes and swings that would decapitate an Ent or dragon. She had not noticed the nearby orc - considering him having ran like a coward from their battle, herself the winner, arrogance and pride not allowed her to admit defeat. Does that imagined shadow have the facials of the orc? It might look close in her mind.

[10:23:08] Vatira the Fierce he watched and he tilted his head and laughed a little, his eyes looking over the woman and shook his head as he lept from the rock, his feet planting to the earth with a very firm, hard, resonating thud, yep, he had won, atleast in his mind, so it looked like their arrogance was both in tact and he growled lowly as he looked to the pinky, "Waht pihnkay dohan?" he asked, concidering her below him to speak orc to her as he paced a bit back and forth. he was still pissed that she had made him break his pole arm. An he seemed very intently looking at the woman as if she was meat, and to him she was

[10:26:15] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has her blade make swooshing sounds in the air when she strikes, and strikes and strikes. A thick sheen of sweat covers her skin from scalp to toes already, letting the long black hair glue on her body as if she had just erupted from diving in the river. A play of fiery colors comes from that on her bronzed skin, produced by the sun. Suddenly she falls forwards, does the splits, falls into them and accompanies that with a brutal jab into a possible enemies core, where the solar plexus would be. And as fast as she landed in that motion, she is back on her feet again. "Rock ghost lost, Shayra won! Next!" She grunts, this time in that crude common tongue. Then though the thud can be heard, of the heavily armored male orc landing on the floor. She opens her eyes again, her breasts heaving well from the sparring. "Black orc back! Much valor in black orc!" She snorts, "orc came drink victorious Shayra? Came demand fight back? Still coward fight with wolf?" She does not sound much more harsh than it is normal for her, not really challenging, but honestly interested. Not even the sword is held aggressively currently. "What orc want? Offer Shayra drink?"

[10:29:12] Vatira the Fierce he laughed loudly as she claimed victory, "Ihz dah Victahriaz wan, Yah lehft ihn poohl ahv yah awn blahd." he said as the rain around them turned to a drizzle and the orc started to get wet, "Ihz hereh tah cahlam prahze." he stated as he started to walk forward towards her the orc looking more at her like something that belonged to him!

[10:32:45] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) grins a toothy grin at that reply. "Orc ran away, Shayra stood place." She replies to that, for her a clear sign that she won, but that is a detail. "You prize be ale, you bold, you valor, Shayra like!" She grunts to him and turns her left shoulder a bit towards his approach, takes the sword backwards. The muscles are tensed. The bite marks of the giant direwolf are mostly healed on her center, yet visible in red gleam, and sweat and the setting in rain both make it glitter. She though does not step back despite his approach, does not give in a foot's width even.

[10:36:07] Vatira the Fierce he shook his head, "Iz rahged, chahse naxt prah. Yah lehft auht cohld. Vahtirah waahn." he chuckled as he moved closer still and stood toe to toe, "Yah mihn." he nodded firmly, laying claim over good breading stock was important to a clans survival, even if it produced well, halfies, and he corssed his ams as he looked to her, half expecting the woman to be angry at his claim over her.

[10:40:56] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) raises her chin, not only to be able to be able to look up to his face - the male orc towers over her, she is a bit small grown for her folk's usual size, no one knew why, not even the shaman. Both her parents had been giants. She lifts that chin though of pride. "Shayra belong Mountainlions. No man defeat Shayra yet, no man claim Shayra heart, no man strong in battle, no enough." She snorts back. She is not outright opposed to be bride of an orc, she is not racist like that, all that counts is strength and battle skills for her, and the will to fight and kill plenty enemies. Should she decide so, so is the habit of her folk, she could marry anyone she choses, that defeats her in battle. And if it would be a stone golem (which is likely as smart as she is). "Orc want Shayra, orc bring gift, bring battle, Shayra decide."

[10:46:45] Vatira the Fierce Vatira already had a bride, the poor woman seemed to be confused at what he said, ad he would laugh and laugh whole heartedly, before shaking his head slowly back and forth as he looked down to her, "Yah, bahreedan stahk." he said as he would step forward, "Baht ihf Ihz hahv tah, Ihz beaht yah agahn." his fists curl up as he brought them up, yep he wasnt going to fight her via sword nope, he felt confident enough to defeat her there.... letting the natrual flow of war flow through him... he was a battlemage after all, and as such would focus the mana through himself into pure fighting potential... (-1 mana to add +1 to fighting.)

[10:51:54] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shrugs, totally unaware of what a breeding lifestock could be, not even able to link that to cattle currently. "Shayra no woman two, Shayra woman one, or no woman. No see need in fight, fight Shayra heart, no if orc has bride." She states, again such a tidal wave of her simple logic. For her it just makes no sense to be second, third or such woman of someone, she is in that aspect pretty monogamous. "Orc stupid, make no sense. No bride Shayra so." She licks her lips. Well, she could just thrust her blade from where she holds it and stir his guts likely, him having his hands risen and standing toe to toe, he would likely not even see that coming. But then her mind is focused on ale again. "Orc sure no want mead? Grog? Orc valor, orc strong, deserve, Shayra strong, deserve also."

[11:00:20] Vatira the Fierce he laughed deeply as he looked to her and shook his head from side to side, "Yahz naht get it..." he stated as he would look at her bare breastedness and chuckled a little as he would say, "Yahz has naah choihce." he said simply as he growled and he would "Yahz Behlang tah meez" he said with a low growl as he would indeed claim what he thought was his, and he would once more channel that war like magic through his fist once more raising his fighting potential.... (-1 mana +1 Fighting.) He was ready and was going to claim her as his with his fists. Because he didnt need a weapon to own her.

[11:06:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) falls into his laughter, considering that indeed funny. Slowly she more and more understands his crude accent of talking, at least he speaks short sentences. "No, Shayra no get, Shayra strong, Shayra barbarian, ancient high folk ancestor." She replies to that, and there is a lot of pride in her voice that usually brings forth mostly something that sounds like a question or a command, by nature of the voice and her lack of ability to form more refined tunes of wording. "Orc want Shayra, but no want! Shayra no get. Orc want Shayra fight? Fight with Orc?" Perhaps that is what he wants? That she is to be enslaved appears totally unnatural for her, her folk is the one that enslaves usually. She herself had never managed to enslave someone because she had too much joy to slay others in battle. No one was ever left to enslave for her. "Orc good muscle, good strong, Shayra strong, fight together good, make enemy scream fear. Want?"

[11:11:56] Vatira the Fierce he laughed a bit, "Yaah mihn pihnkay." he said finally as he noded fight, yes seemed thats what tehy were going to do, and boy she had better win. but he would then roar at her yep fight it was but he used his fist, and would swing that empowered fist at the woman with every intent to hurt her as he seemed to not be raging quite yet, he seemed very content and very, simplistic at the moment to claim what he throught was his...

[11:12:21] Vatira the Fierce rolls R8 (CC:bc5f): 117, attempted punch, - 2 damage
[11:13:42] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:bc60): 87, defense
[11:13:42] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):87
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0

[11:18:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had actually meant something else - that they fight together, side by side, against someone else whose defeat makes them laugh and feast after, whose cries of fear make them cherish. Hence also his initial punch connects with her chin in quite a surprise. "Orc hideous!" She grunts, though her voice sounds amused even if a bit shaken from the blow. Fighting amuses her, losing and dieing in it is an option, but then a honorable one, winning even more. She has had her sword behind her from his sight, all muscles tensed all the while, so now she outright stabs against him - alone because she has only her left hand free, which is far less than even odds for this first round. So she stabs to his center, above the belt, diagonally up from her hip side. It is for her no unfair attack as close as he stands, just a test for his skills, wanting to be impressed, and surely despising him should he fail to evade that...

[11:18:39] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:bc61): 18, attack, long weapon, 3dmg - 1dmg self decided for bad angle
[11:18:39] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):18
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[11:20:35] Vatira the Fierce rolls R5 (CC:bc62): 48, dodgy!

[11:24:29] Vatira the Fierce the magically empowered orc seemed to laugh a bit...as he looked down, "Pihnkay mihstakan." he said as she would try to stab at him and he growled lowly as he would move to the right and around to the right to avoid the upward stab and he would then throw another punch to try and clock her in the back of her head laughing more so, "Yah slaw pihnkay." he said with a laugh.

[11:24:52] Vatira the Fierce rolls R8 (CC:bc63): 34, Attempted punch - 2 Damage
[11:26:06] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:bc64): 97, defense
[11:26:06] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):97
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0

[11:34:35] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) was prepared this time, so she dodges this last attack, basically using her far shorter stature to escape those long orc arms. Low so, and backwards. Now actually she would have a range advantage with her long weapon, but still she does not understand that this is actually serious and about her freedom or life. Or she has just fun fighting in general. The blade now in both hands, she lifts that over her head, vertically all her way up, then rotates around her axis, bringing the blade diagonally down to strike against his right arm, or wrist, whichever is easier to reach. "Shayra fast, Orc fat!" She grunts in that tension, just to have some kind of reply against his taunts.

[11:34:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:bc65): 8, attack, longblade, 3dmg
[11:34:58] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):8
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[11:39:35] Vatira the Fierce rolls R5 (CC:bc67): 19, Catch the blade maybe? >_>;;;
((he forgot to roll, was done ex-post, ok'ed with me of course))

[11:38:00] Vatira the Fierce he watched and snirked a bit as she would dodge and he grumped a little as she rotated on her axis the blade comeing down diagnally and the ork would catch the blade in his hand, sure, it cut sure he bled but he ddint seem to hurt by it and he laughed softly as he would use his other fist to come up for a gut shot, laughing heartily as he would seem to enjoy this feeble attempt to challange his will.

[11:38:17] Vatira the Fierce rolls R8 (CC:bc66): 61, Attempted Gut punch - 2 Damage

[11:44:51] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds herself surprised at that bold blade catching - something like that she had never seen, never expected. Damn, being young, even if already gone through several fights, means one does not know everything. That surprise alone, her focus to attempt to get the blade free - if successful or not - makes her totally forget about trying to block that other attack. That strength of this massive beast of orc connects to her priorly wounded, just healed belly, forces a gurgling sound break out from her throat, dry at least. She collapses to her knees, the pain is immense on the but a weak old and nearly healed bite wounds. She is beaten, yet not unconscious, but one thing she can not do, just cannot do: She does not let go the hilt of her blade. "Orc... won..." she pants anymore, "Shayra of orc... fight for orc... Shayra beaten..." She tells, accepting him basically as ruler over her, chief level, "Shayra... loyal..." Well, at least until someone else deserves her loyalty or she dies. As Neutral Lawful person, savage, her own code of honor dictates that, the traditions of her folk. She would use her blade for this orc, aside this orc now.

[11:50:16] Vatira the Fierce he looked down at the woman as she colapses and he laughed a bit as he bled and he laughed a little as he moved down to her level kneeling as he would then wipe the blood of his hand if he could along her face and then breast letting his blood coat her body, as he smirked slightly, "Yah Behlahng tah meh." he growled lowly, as he reached abck to a pouch and drew out what seemed like a bunch of leather bands with beads of red and black on it and he would try to tie it around her neck... "Yah Shayhra bloohdrahk." yeah he couldnt get her name right, at all, and his claim and collar was assured, indeed... poor girl... and he laughed a little, she had given up, she'd need to be taught, and for that he'd wait for Naveen to see their pink little toy.... and he would cross his arms letting the blood flow over his arm and drip from the damage done to his hand. Waiting to see how she took her new position.

[12:04:10] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not even know understand her new status - for her he put his tribe symbols onto her to which she now belongs. Her folk had not used collars, but tight armlets to mark a slave. "Shayra now Shayra Bloodrock?" She asks, then confirms outright "Shayra Bloodrock..." a strong name in her eyes at least, and her totem seems not angered, the tattoo is still there. It cannot go, it is just a tattoo but to her very special and spiritual anyways, in her mind at least. She brings that sword to its sheath. "Shayra now fight for orc." She repeats and begins to push herself onto her feet again. She is in pain, still, clearly, and clenches her hands onto her belly. The rain and sweat still convers her body into a wet mess, but it does not matter to her.

[12:07:48] Vatira the Fierce he looked to her and laughed, "Shayhra Salahve ta Bloohdrahk naw, feehdam iz eahrnahble threh bloohdspart." he said simply, it was how he earned freedom "Tihl dan yah behlong tah meh." he said as he reached forward to try grab the collar and the other meaty hand lashed forward to grope her breast, yes, indeed he was going to molest her so she knew what she was infor.... pinching at her sensitive nubs and twisting slightly waiting to see if she now understood the laws and traditions that he held so dear.

[12:13:34] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) begins to understand - she is a slave. The battle in her mind though about that is rather short. Surely, her folk has a deeprooted wish for freedom, then though he had won too, and that is a shame for her, especially as they do not go have a drink now together. That would have meant it was a game, but it was serious, so it is a shame. There is a way to freedom, Bloodsport? Aside impaling him just during his sleep which is also an option. But bloodsport would be more honorable, regaining freedom and respect in one. His groping makes her narrow her eyes though, the nostrils begin to flare in harsh breath - yet not out of humiliation, but out of pride: She tenses her chest muscles as much as she can, so that he would feel those muscles as he might feel them on a man. She considers herself equal to men, also physically in a way. That play though on her nipples makes something shoot through her body, the lips part. She endures, she hates it, but she endures. "What bloodsport? How make?" She grunts, yet with a shaking voice, that is heating her lust, which would not happen in a man if touched likewise - and that is what she hates actually.

[12:22:12] Vatira (ghabrial) watched her and knew the gears were going in her eyes, indeed there was a way for freedom, one in which they both found honorable and meaningful, Bloodsport, it was and always would be the more respected way of gaining freedom. her nostrils flare, and muscles tense up under his grip and he felt the muscles as he chuckled softly, and her grunts after she spoke, "Fihgts, dah moah ya win, dah moah lihkleh ya free." yep it was a simple concept, you fight, you win, win enough and you're free. And bring honor to yourself and the Bloodrock clan. That shaking heated lusty voice of her as he smirked continuing his rough molestation of her breast, enjoying the sensation he was giving her as he would look down, "Noh.." he said as his hand released her collar moving down her body and gripped at her skirt and grinned brightly "Shaw yahself tah meh." yes he meant her being nude..

[12:29:38] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had heard enough. Fighting, gaining honor and respect, gaining freedom - basically live her life to get free. Simple even for her mind, and welcome actually. Other slaves would never touch a weapon anymore, would work on fields or brothels, and sink in deeper and deeper shame. That her reaction is the reaction of the female body she does not really notice, for herself she has a somehow lean male body with other curves, more work needed to get the same display of muscles, and something external missing for the gods' will. But she does feel that sensation. They had fought, he had won, shown his strength and superiority even if that last is only temporarily. As his hand goes to her hip, her's does too, to open the knot of that heavy rope that holds both quiver and skirt on her lips, and moments later the skirt falls, and the quiver, bow, and the four human skulls - her first victims - clutter to the soil, displaying her center naked to the orc. There is fear indeed about what's to come - sex - but then it is his right as he had won the battle. Her traditions tell such. "Shayra strong!" She announces in panting voice, lust panting, her entire body is still heated by the sparring and the following battle, the blood rushes in harsh pulses through her veins. And then she just takes both her hands onto his one that squeezes her breast, lays her fingers on his, and uses her strength to make him press harder even. "Shayra make many blood, make many honor Bloodrock! Make many enemy scream fear!"

[12:35:49] Vatira (ghabrial) it was a simple concept, but it was how much fighting one would have to do, and the risk it was in organized sports, and what you faught that would bring honor and possible freedom, and indeed he growled lowly as he watched ehr undo the knot, and her belt fell exposing her and he would inspect her, as her lilith hands half the size of his grip and pushed harder and he growled lowly and would indeed grip tightly, to her breast, he wasnt going to go easy on the pink flesh infront of him, sex, mm indeed he could wreck her body with his cock, and he watched her as he smirked and he would then move a hand the free one to his own belts and undo them letting the metal clatter to the ground reviling his member which throbbed, it was thick, and long, then again he wasnt human it had to be the size of her forearm as he looked to her the fear upon her face showed and he smirked a bit, "Showh meh whaat yah knaw." he said it seemed sex was what was to come and he would be rouch as he would move his free hand to her other breast and squeeze hard and rub and twist her nipples with a fierce ness that would probably leave bruises, as he waited to see what she would do, simply smirking.

[12:45:29] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) probes in those new feelings, physical feelings. What she had found out at once is that she loves it rough and hard, just like she likes battle. His more and more firm groping she counters with tensing her chest muscles the more. Surely that orc is way more tall than she is, his muscles of the upper arm likely the circumference of her waist. "Shayra know battle, know strong, know agile." She states, perhaps not entirely having understood what he meant. She is a virgin in fact, she has never had sex so far, beyond hugging and perhaps wild kissing there had been nothing in her life so far. Thus concepts like blowjobs, anal or the like are beyond her yet. When she sees that massive cock though, she indeed gasps from the size - she had seen many, but rarely such sized ones. But she knows how those are to be used. "Shayra... ooooh...." There had not been much talking brain capacities, at this sight even those fail as well. But then... she does not want to look like an inexperienced youngling. "Shay...ra... show..." She pants still, but slow at first she approaches his body, presses herself closer against his grip on her breasts. Then she slings one leg around his, pushes her boot into his kneepit to basically climb up his body, then the other leg to the other kneepit. One hand slung around that orc neck, the stench of the crude folk does not matter to her, rain had helped a bit, and the musc scent of sweat mixes basically with her own. She puts the other hand down to reach for that massive flesh spear, to let it point up. With but a thrust as if it was a sword itself, she impales herself onto him, the searing pain of her hymen ripping by force, she bears like a big guy, but beyond the tip of his glans it actually gets hard for herself to press herself down, she is too tight yet, or feels like that.

[12:55:00] Vatira (ghabrial) well she had the purfect guy for rough and hard, orcs were the masters of this, and he felt her as she stressed her muscles indeed she was strong and he nodded his head, he didnt know she knew battle or that she was strong or agile. But the things he didnt know were that she was a virgin, and thus, when she spoke her words and started to climb up he was like a tree, so mucularly defined, it was as if he could tear the very stones from under them,But still she climbed in aw of that massive flesh speer... and then she thrusted herself downward, or maybe he thrusted into her, but his tip was the only thing in her feeling the barrier get broken between them he growled lightly as he would grip hold of her waist and he would try to take over, with ease lifting her tiny self up and down that shaft, trying to get her deeper and deeper, if he did, it might displace her enough to see the cock going in and out of her, infact she may, if she is small enough, beable to feel the cock move in and out of her from the outside. and he growled lowly as he would try to get himself deeper and deeper within the poor pinky. growling lowly, yep he was going to start to go harder, he just wanted to be as sheathed as he got before he, well, basically raped the woman.

[13:03:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) claws both her hands into his shoulders, nails first, without care about breaking the skin there or not. She wants to have hold, her heels press as hard into his knee pits, the thighs against his. Her life had been battle and work mostly, wild and savage, and pride. It hurts like if he had put in a torch down there, or a white gleaming iron, but she is too proud to admit that, and the more he tries to push down, the more the natural reaction of her body to raising arousal eases that. Soon later she feels his shaft within her tunnel, stretching it, unused to being stretched, so hard, giving so much friction and pressure, pulling even her labia and also that little sensitive pearl inside for more rubbing. The lust grows in her. When he takes her by the hips or waist sides, pushes her back, she can indeed see how his shaft presses into her, splits her, and how her virgin blood runs down his shaft to its roots. Instead of his shoulders so she claws her hands into his arms for hold. "Shayra... no know... Shay...ra... like!" She grunts, this strange feeling of lust a first for her, right after battle, the pain in her jaw from the first hit also still felt. Once his cock is the first time fully in, she begins to move, squirm, snake in his strong grip, wanting seemingly to get off, but in real only to a certain position again in which that lust was most for her. Too far, so back onto him again, too far, back up! Naturally she begins to thrust herself up and down to feel that sensational friction more. "Orc... strong...! Good... big!" She pants, groans already.

[13:11:14] Vatira (ghabrial) he growled lowly as indeed he lived a slaves life battling being wild and a fire shot, as he didnt care that she was bleeding down there, and he was indeed, doing everything he could to keep her going up and down till the head of his cock punched against her cervix, and then some, that pearl of nerves pulled for rubbing he growled as she seemed to grip hold of him like a snake her claws indeed drawing blood she wanted it rough. he would give it to her, as that rush of lust, was there for her, and it seemed that she wanted it as well, and so, as she called to him in groans he would shift her spinning her if he could on his cock so she was the other way and leaned over so she was on the ground on all fours, and he would take control atleast in an attempt. But if he could get her like this he would indeed start to slam her, as hard as he could going faster and rougher his hand gripped at her breasts once more gripping hard to bruise and he then rose his hand back and would lash it forward for her ass hoping to hit his mark to make a loud crack.

[13:20:15] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is basically experimenting in this new world of sex and lust. It is natural, she is too stupid to think much about it, just dwells in those animalistic new feelings. Selfishly she tries to max those strange feelings that come inside her, from the spot where the cock of a man is missing on her body, replaced with a hole. And so it takes a while until she notices that this new chief of her's wants to turn her. Once realized she lets go of his knee pits so she is being put on all four where soon later the slamming and thrusting of that huge cock begins. Searing fire beams through all her body, centered where he works, that slam against the cervix though is real pain which she counters with a roar, guttural and loud. Her body is being rocked hard from that thrusting hulk of an orc over and behind her, those firm huge paws putting violet bruises in her breasts, red bruises on her ass cheek. The stretching of her inner walls, the rubbing and pulling against her labia and clit drives her higher and higher already, she bows her back like a cat first, then archs it as if the belly should touch the floor, to find that angle again which makes his massive shaft infuse most friction against that gentle spot inside her tunnel, and she finds it. Shamelessly she moans, cries, whimpers, hisses and roars from the lust, and her inner tunnel already pumps. Against his breast grip though she again tenses up, all her muscles, partly just to show off, becomes even more tight inside by that.

[13:28:04] Vatira (ghabrial): Well she was being selfish, and now it was time for him to be just as selfish. and he growled lowly as her tightness a was explored and then exploited, stretched, and he'd look and watch heras she screamed and grunted loudly, as he was a hulk of an orc shamelessly pounding the woman that he had claimed in the essentially roughest way as he'd reach for one of her hands and grip her wrist if he could and move it to feel the cock pumping through her body, how it stretched her and then she started to arch her back, and then she moans, cries, whimpers, hisses, and roars from the feelings he gave her and he laughed softly as he continued to give it to her with that rough pound the sound of their hips meeting cracking over the little forest enclave, his cock pulsing deep within her as she tensed her muscles as she became even more tight as he roared softly, getting closer, at this point she wasnt worthy of what he wanted of her, she needed to be taught their ways to listen to his wants, and that would be Neeva's job when she was around and he would pull out of her covered in her blood and juices, maybe she had came already and he would try to force her to the ground on her back and mount himself over her, and get the spearhead of his cock into her lips... yep even going so far as to grip her hair so she screamed and opened her mouth and he would cum into her throat if he could.

[13:34:26] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had not come yet, and despite being likely near, she does not know the concept of orgasm yet - just that special feelings of certain spots being aroused was what she had worked on enjoying the most. So it neither matters anyways. As it suddenly stops, she is left a bit puzzled, yet maybe also that is normal. Being turned onto her back she remains laying in the mud - rain soaked forest floor, naked as she is, and realizes how that orc man comes to her face with that massive thing. But she keeps her mouth shut, firmly, taking That into the mouth appears too strange for her yet. The smell though, their mix of lust juices, her blood, on this orc cock is somehow interesting, but still it is unnatural, she objects that so, even against that harsh pull on her hair, or just does not know what he wants by pushing that bloodspear against her lips, her face.

[13:37:15] Vatira (ghabrial) he growled lwoly as he was getting there, and she well, damn, she didnt open her mouth objecting to it, "Ohpan!" he yelled at her not wanting to waste it as he would move his hand behind himself fingers delving into her cunt lips in an atempt to make her moan a large finger rubbing against her clit harshly and roughly, yep, if they were going to cum it'd better be at the same time. and he looked to her as they smelled of lust and sex and blood. and he growled attempting to force his cock through her teeth or something of the sort, yes he was about to blow his load but he was holding back, not knowing if he could for much more.

[13:42:07] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does barely even understand what he means with open - the idea to open her mouth to take in his pee pole is just not right or is it? Yet his toying on her sex is then rather efficient, swollen and lust filled, sensitive as her nether lips are she really has to moan, and soon later her mouth is plugged by that pole, not far as her jaw cannot part as far as her labia can. She chokes on the glans alone, deeper that thing does not go in, too thick. Desperately she tries to breath through her nose, totally puzzled by what happens, and lust filled by his rough fingers' play down there. Talking is definitely out of question. Does he want to pee into her? How does that work with what he had done before? This blowjob thing is beyond her yet, and this cock so goddamn huge...

[13:45:35] Vatira (ghabrial) he groaned a little as finally her mouth was pugged by his cock but he would go faster as he growled and continued to roughly play with her fingers inside of her curling and uncurling as he would move her lips along the shaft, well as far as he could, till he came, which was soon, and jets of that cum would jetisine into her mouth and down her throat hopefully.....

[13:46:58] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) surely has no other option than to swallow what is being pushed into her... until the orc has to go, she being left in the rain and mud, sexually interested, spent, curious....

[11:20:35] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) walks into town. She has had some adventure in the last days, she had worked hard, trained hard in her goal to have muscles displaying as they do for the men of her former tribe. It is time for a break, and the decision was to be made between bathing and drinking. Both is refreshing - the sweat runs down in big drops all her body. Drinking has an additional advantage. She had decided, and so she is now on the route to the tavern. As she would sit alone, she goes to the bar counter and calls for the bulky Helga, the barmaid. "Shayra Grog, strong Grog, Shayra strong!" She calls to that woman.

[11:22:34] Chione (bokystroki) castes her eyes towards the snake woman, recognizing her immediately with a grin, "Aye now, look who it is!" she commented, casting an eye at her former co-worker, as she crossed her legs that were perched upon the table. "How goes yer hunt, love?" she asked Shayra, tilting her head as she did so.

[11:26:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) accepts the mug of grog from the bar woman. She had been given a tin mug, the barmaid knows that these or this barbarian might destroy dishes and furniture for fun, not bad will. She likes that bar maid, the woman is not mean to her due to her crude manners, her slow brain. During her pulling down the first filling of the first mug she hears the pointy ear woman, and looks over. The distraction causes her to shift the mug at her lips some, and a well load of Grog streams down from her lips onto her bosom, over the belly and into the hip furs. Only as she has emptied that mug, and belched heartily, she nods to that woman who tilts her head - while Helga refills. "Hunt no good, Shayra train battle, train muscles, evil orc hunt Shayra, Shayra want be ready, want be stronger." She grunts her reply in her crude and harsh sounding dialect and voice modulation. "How you? Good-Hear woman like fight? Want fight aside Shayra? Earn fame, kill orc?"

[11:30:52] Chione (bokystroki) let out a string a chuckles through closed lips, habitually covering her mouth with a hand as she does so. "Oh I would if I could, love. But I'm ah - retired. M'bounty days 'ave long since been over. Which orc are you lookin' fer?"

[11:34:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks over and takes the refilled mug of grog. She does not mind at all that basically all her front are already wet from sticky grog aside the sweat. She has slight issues to understand the woman as it seems, has to visibly focus as the sentences are so long. "Orc black skin. Many tattoo. Bloodrock orc." She tells, "orc think won Shayra battle, but won second, want have Shayra slave. Shayra no want." She raises her chin in arrogant pride, then just thrusts herself onto one of thos sturdy chairs. "You no valor? Fear fight? You hear good, big ears, hear sword swoosh, hear before sword come. You fight good." The concept of retirement from battle is absolutely alien to her.

[11:40:37] Chione (bokystroki) shakes head lightly, "Nae, jus' got old fer it. I opened m'own place to sell supplies fer people like ya. If you need a trap to catch 'em I can help, but fightin'? I'm too rusty for tha'."

[11:43:08] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards the woman. She had only understood that she is too old and too rusty, the other sentences were too long for her. No need to show. "You young, you no lie, if fear you tell. Shayra no stupid." She grunts, angered actually, even if that point with the stupidity is quite wrong, just good that a stupid person rarely knows themselves as such. "You no older than Shayra." She adds finally, "and Shayra have strong arm, strong sword. Shayra know use."

[11:47:47] Chione (bokystroki) hums at this, asking curiously, "How does a woman like yerself age? I s'pose when I say old, it's tha' I grew tired of havin' to find people fer money. Gettin' people to try to kick th' shite out of ya gets ol' after a while. I do like occasional sparring sessions, but other than tha' I prefer to stay out of conflict I can avoid."

[11:51:29] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has this time understood exactly zero. She has severe issues to understand sentences with more than five words before dot or comma, can stretch her concentration perhaps to seven words, but that's it. So she just shrugs. Her view of the world is very limited. You eat, you drink, you shit, you sleep, you work, and foremost, you fight. And due to the nature of all other of those items, fighting is the most interesting. "Many words, for many excuse. one fight, one honor, one no fight, one no honor, no fame. Shayra many fight, many honor, many fame." She just states and empties that further mug. Apparently no companion in this woman, does not matter, search goes on. Or that orc will hunt her for good - and she him.

[11:53:49] Chione (bokystroki) smiled wide at the woman, her teeth a string of pearly whites, "You will triumph, love." she encouraged, finding the woman quite amusing as she beckoned Helga with a finger, wanting her usual.

[11:56:37] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods gravely. "Shayra no can lose. Either Shayra win, or goddess cherish Shayra, cherish for valor fight." She means to that, though then there is always that pesky option of getting enslaved, and that is what that orc seemingly wants, including this new concept - new for her - of sex and rape, and breeding. That is a shame. "Girl! New Grog!" She yells then over to the bar counter - where the other woman had been discreet and polite, she is just blunt and far louder than needed. But the barmaid knows her already as such. "What you make, if no fight? You heal? You be mother, housewoman? You husband who fight?"

[12:01:13] Chione (bokystroki) raises an eyebrow at the word husband, before curving her lips into a snicker, "I make traps." she then pulled off one of the small bear traps that she had closed upon her belt, and laid it upon the table.

[12:03:54] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks at that strange thing. "Traps..." She repeats the word. "Those used for orc hunt? Only saw trap around village, village Shayra tribe raid. Pit with spike. Spear shoot with wire. That trap..." She means, obviously not even knowing the concept of using traps for hunting. How boring she must be with all she does not know. "Shayra hunt bow, hunt spear, hunt sword or hand. last prey kill with hand, jump doe, break neck, bare hands..." She informs the other, formally, and underlines her tale with the respective motion of breaking a neck with her hand.

[12:07:51] Chione (bokystroki) 's eyes twinkled with excitement, "Ah! But /this/-" she pointed to the bear trap, "Make's hunting easier!" When Helga brought over Chione's Ale, she chugged it down quickly, letting out a large belch, and clutching her stomach. It took her a moment to swallow down the lump of air in her throat that she had caused by drinking so fast, causing her to burp slightly while talking. "Watch."

[12:11:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards curiously while also accepting that third mug of grog. Her mind is already starting to get light after two liters. And yet she had not eaten. She does not drink now though, but looks intendfully at that trap thing she learned is to be used for hunting. She wants to understand the strange, technically for her complicated looking thing, how it should help. She is curious, even if not convinced yet if that thing can really do as promised, not able to imagine that. "You show!" She commands - her voice has usually one of two modulations: command or question, all else is hard for her. She is grinning one of her toothy grins though, due to the other woman having belched and burped. That makes the other woman far more nice in her eyes with all the high strung, manners focusing high lords and ladies here and in the forests. That's a woman worth defending when needed....

[12:16:46] Chione (bokystroki) pried the trap apart, essentially 'setting' it with a sly wink to the woman, before leaning back into her chair and holding the wooden mug over it, hovering a good foot above. Without warning, she dropped the tankard - and the second it hit the miniscule pressure plate, the trap snapped shut, completely shattering the drinking utensils contents - splinters sticking out form the sides of the bear trap's shark like teeth. Chione clenched her jaw. She made this trap a little.../too/ effective - it was obvious that if someone had landed on it, it would serried their foot off, but she was pleased non the less. Can't get away easily without a foot!

[12:20:47] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) waits for a long winded verbal explanation which she again would not understand, but it does not come, instead just a display of how it works. The moment the tankard falls her eyes grow, the moment it is destroyed by the tooth formed half rings her jaw drops. She lifts her head up and backwards, in disbelief. "That... good..." She croaks, then yells once more through the tavern. "Woman! Bring Pig leg, biggest have! With bone! Or Ox leg!" Again normal as she can to the woman aside of her. "Shayra want see with leg. How make orc step trap?"

[12:24:58] Chione (bokystroki) grins, clearly having the serpentine woman's attention as she skillfully opens the trap slightly, pulling pieces of wood off as she spoke. "Hide it, tha' simple." she explained, inspecting to make sure she got all the pieces out. "Put it in the grass, somewhere he don't expect." Setting the trap once more, she turned to see Helga, who - was miffed that Chione had destroyed one of their wooden mugs, but did hand her a platter made of bone for it was all they had laying around - to which Chione nodded in thanks. Holding the platter, she then pressed the pressure plate with it once more, not even flinching as it snapped around it, clearly sinking through to the other side and latching onto it firmly.

[12:29:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had planned to use a real leg, with flesh and bone, even if roasted, for that test, but the pure bone platter works too in a display. "That be dragon jaw trap, no bear trap. Trap bite bone off." She explains, she is clearly amazed, curious and excited like a child on its birthday. It is that simple with her simple mind. "You say hide trap, but then orc no find. Forest big. trap small. Orc no be near trap. No useful?" Usually she would have just proclaimed that the impressive trap is useless despite impressive, as she cannot imagine how to place it that the orc would exactly go into it, or anything else. "What if Shayra put trap, put in forest, east side, but orc come all west?"

[12:33:16] Chione (bokystroki) chuckles, "Put it where he'll be." she proclaimed. It seemed like an easy solution, but it is easier said then done, "Or throw it at him?"

[12:35:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards that trap while the woman explains what to do. Her mind is rattling in helpless thinking of how to do that. How should she know where the orc would be? And that thing does not outright good throwable. But it is an impressive weapon, so she may not say anything bad about it. "You come, hunt orc, you throw trap, then Shayra fight, you no fight, Shayra fight, you throw trap." She concludes finally, for her the best and only real compromise or solution at all. "Maybe hit orc head, Dragon jaw trap bite head, bite head off."

[12:38:16] Chione (bokystroki) winks to her, "Sounds like a plan." 'of course, Sheonna could simply track the orc down - she's had experience with that type of thing, though she figured the woman wouldn't understand and ask many questions as to how. Tilting her head to the sword on the woman's back, she then questioned: "Is tha' yer weapon o'choice?"

[12:42:51] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) smiles broad as the woman complies. She herself does hunt too, including tracking and sneaking, just the killing process of the prey often differs. This woman now agreeing to fight that orc with her tools is a good thing. Then though she looks at her blade hilt, following the woman's gaze and hears her question. She pulls that sword from the sheath and lays it onto the table. It is a two handed broadsword, not as long as a bihander, but more broad. "Yes, that Shayra sword. Shayra can fight many weapons, but sword like best. Axe second, spear after second. Also dagger, hands. Use bow hunt, no fight - but can." Weapons is a topic she can babble about like the men of her former tribe: all day long. And how they are used, and how she had used them, and how the victims suffered and died and looked when hit. "Shayra make many raids, with tribe, slay many people, laugh many women lament, steal many thing, burn many hut. Shayra big fame, many honor."

[12:45:03] Chione (bokystroki) hums at this, "More honor than a man?"

[12:47:25] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shrugs. "Shayra as good as man, as many honor." She replies to that. She had never envied or compared the honor gained really, only admired ones that made more famous deeds. "Some men no sure, no sure Shayra fight good, but learn. Shayra tribe Mountain Lions. Mountain Lions men fight, women fight, aside. Men strong, women strong, men stronger, women faster."

[12:49:36] Chione (bokystroki) ahs at this, not things made more sense. It was admirable that each sex was admired for their own strengths and weaknesses. "Then, what was your biggest conquest, love?"

[12:57:05] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) grins about that question, but takes her time replying. At first wettening the vocal cords, with a lot of her Grog... Helga already gets ready to bring a new without asked. "Chief told Shayra trick, trick for conquer war hamlet. War hamlet palisades, big pointy spike outside." She begins to narrate her likely biggest stunt. "Chief smart, know cannot all charge. Enemy knew Mountain Lion come. Palisade all men on. Chief say Shayra distract, Mountain Lion men come rear. So Shayra naked, only boots, only sword, marched front, alone. Enemy men gaze, laugh, Shayra walk slow first. Then Shayra run, charge, enemy puzzle. Shayra run palisade... jump spike side, then jump palisade. Kill first men, enemy man shock. Shayra slay two more, Shayra strong, Shayra naked." Her eyes get a dreamy proud look from that, and she needs to empty the rest of her third mug. Helga, interested in that story too, already brought the fourth, remains to listen. "Enemy slow catch self, begin fight, Shayra slay two more. Then Mountain Lion men come rear, had climed rear palisade, now charge, battle fast, enemy surprised. Shayra no know many slay, slay more in battle, no know how many. Mountain Lion men carry Shayra, carry on shoulder after win, Shayra naked, Shayra strong, many blood spray all over, sword all blood and gore."

[13:00:00] Chione (bokystroki) snorted at that. Her elvish and human cultures began to conflict with each other - her side of modesty wanting to turn up her nose while her side of promiscuity wanted to buy this woman another drink, "Th'bath after that one must've been nice." she commented, reaching down her for ale - only to then remember she not only drank it all, but destroyed the cup! Well, shit.

[13:03:45] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) laughs a guttural laughter at that, loud and hearty. "Bath nice, but story no end." She goes on with a still twitching grin on the lips. "Men Mountain Lion carry Shayra, carry home, carry loot, pull slaves. Shayra naked, Shayra bloody. Home prepare big feast, open three barrel mead, pour in big stone cauldron, thrust Shayra in mead cauldron for wash. All fill mug, then Shayra may out, but Shayra drink first!" A kinda different style of bathing and feasting. "That big honor Shayra, never toss other warrior in. Other only fell in, fell when drunk. Shayra sober, Shayra bloody, Shayra naked, Shayra strong!"

[13:04:51] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) listens in awed silence as the one she assumes is named Shayra recounts her great victory. Even with her limited speech, Emms can see the battle as if she'd been standing right there. She wanted to clap and then buy the woman another mug of ale! Emms first bowed in greeting to both women, then asked the tavern maid (Helga?) for a large plate, bowl, or basket of whatever was for supper. She was starving, having scorched the soup and ruined the bread again her house. "Vedui," she said to the women, her smile one of impressed awe as she looked at Shayra. "I am Emm'esta Thiadil. Forgive me for eavesdropping on your story, but Light! It was grand!" Her smile was honest and sweet. "Chione," and she used the elven pronunciation, slurring the letters so they sounded like tiny bells chiming in the wind, "I cannot find the voodoo woman you spoke of. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give the book back," though she surely did not want to. Not yet anyway.

[13:08:37] Chione (bokystroki) shakes her head furiously, "Oh no - I dun want tha' thing in m'life..Mybe the book store will take it eh? Thanks for lookin' anyway." the woman couldn't help but sigh. That voodoo lady was sneakier than she thought. "An' how goes it Emm?" she asks the seamstress, before clasping her hand on Sharya's shoulder in a sign of comradship. "Ay - a barrel o' liqour. Tha' the best way to end a long day!"

[13:13:42] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks over to the other pointy ears woman - seems that is more common here, and subconsciously grabs under her hair to find her own left ear and to check it is still round at the upper end. "Emmaster? be greeted, come drink!" She snorts to that pointy ear woman, not really having understood the name, or not able to pronounce it correctly, and the eavesdropping part she could not understand either - too long sentence. But the woman seems to cherish her, that means she bought a ticket to sit at their table and drink with them. How noble those pointy ear people look - her tribe would either have tried to bash them up and steal all the riches, or have bashed each other to clarify who might be allowed to flirt with those beautiful exotic women. She tilts her head and grins at that thought alone. As she feels the hand on her shoulder, she lays her own onto that one and looks again to Chione. "To crush your enemies. See them driven before you. Hear lamentations of their women. And then feast all night, yes." She explains her values with a grave nod. That woman qualifies more and more as comrad. She turns again to the golden haired. "Shayra and she go hunt, hunt orc black skin. Shayra fight sword, woman throw dragonjaw trap." She explains to that woman, proud in voice, showing the harder than needed set beartrap that lays on the table.

[13:16:08] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) said to Chione, "Things go wonderfully well, actually. Better than a summer's day when the sky is blue and the breeze has a taste of cool winds behind it. It makes me worry!" She laughed. "It's been my experience that perfection is always marred and only a matter of time before the anvil falls." What a pessimist! "I left three deer skins and one beef at your door. Well, I didn't. Isa'lan did." When Shayra explains hers and Chione's relationship, Emms gains a new-found respect for the elf. And for the bear trap on the table! "And were you victorious over the orc? I think so as you are both sitting here with no missing limbs." She grinned and nodded to Helga who held up a bottle of wine, asking if she wanted that too.

[13:20:04] Chione (bokystroki) rubs her neck rather sheepishly, "Aye well, we didn' actually /get/ him yet." she explained, sliding the trap over to Shayra. "You can keep this one, eh? A gift." standing up, "Lemme go check on tha' Emm, plus I think m'apprentice is doilding off again - I gotta keep him in check." this of course, of those who knew her - was a bold face lie. She was never stern to children, very patient, and actually spoiling them just as much as she spoiled her pet eagle. Bowing to Emm, and to Shayra in farewell, she also added: "Oh, you look lovely today by the way, maranwe!" to Emmesta, before taking her leave.

[13:23:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) cannot understand what the golden haired tells to the other, too long sentences, so likely not her business or so she decides. Then though also what is told into her direction is too long - she cannot understand sentences of more than five words before comma or dot really. But there was one word: victorious. "Shayra fight orc, make flee, orc came back, bash Shayra, but cannot hold. Eagle man scare orc youngling, take Shayra forest again." She explains in her crude barbaric accent, "Now plan fight, practice sword, Shayra strong. And Good-Hear woman come, throw dragon-jaw trap orc." Her focus alters, as the dangerous trap is shoved her way, gifted to her. She looks at it, she is grateful surely, but saying thanks is another thing. "Shayra many honor by woman. Woman good." She says instead. The why the other woman has to leave, she had missed, but those high ranked nobles always leave for the most strange reasons.

[13:24:45] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) slides into the chair that Chione had just vacated as Helga brings over a platter, yes, I said a platter of venison, potatoes, carrots, and cabbage, along with a basket of rolls, a small bowl of butter, and a bottle of wine. She'd fed Emms before and knew there was no point in being skimpy. She'd just have to bring more later. Emms asks, "Shayra, are you hungry?" Then rubs her stomach and points at her. "Hungry?" She gathers that her elven accent might be a little unrecognized. "Is very good," and she takes a huge bite of the venison after she'd tucked a huge napkin under her chin. No way was she going to mar the gown she'd spent three days in the making.

[13:31:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) takes - as Helga brings it likely at the same time - the priorly ordered big and roasted pig leg from the barmaid, just the same time the plate of the other is brought. Curious at first before replying, she pries the trap open again, then takes the roasted and hot pig leg by the bone and stuffs it onto the center trigger plate. The trap snaps close and cleanly cuts through the flesh and also the bone. The trap is indeed set to do far more than needed. She seems amused and impressed. Then only she looks over to the invitation to dinner. "Emm woman generous!" She exclaims, "Shayra hungry, yes." She lays that pig leg aside, to take it to her tent later. She had been invited to partake in the other's dinner, and while in her folk everyone at one table may take all on one table, she knows that other folks are different in that. And saying thank you is mostly alien to her, as much as manners - both in calling the other in a shortened form of the name (she just cannot pronounce the full elven name) and by just reaching her hand into the venison meat and taking a fist full at once, shoving it into her mouth. She washes that down with grog from her fourth one liter mug, her breath must tell stories. "You high rank woman? Shayra met white queen village, you also queen somewhere?" She asks then, with a full mouth and having bits of chewing meat spraying out.

[13:37:43] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) didn't so much as lift an eyebrow as Shayra buried her hand in the platter of food. She'd asked her, hadn't she! Instead she called once more to Helga, "Bring another platter and lets have a good-sized plate of those honey cakes, too." Light, she loved those things! Ooey gooey, mouthwatering bites of deliciousness, swimming in warm honey. She pushes the platter over to Shayra, motioning with both hands for her to take the entire platter. "Good food here." That was simple enough! Then she had an idea. Evern the business woman, she said, "I buy skins. Bear, deer, wyvrn, alligator, raccoon," and she listed them off of her fingers. "No wolf skins. Never wolf." There was no way she was going to risk killing a friend. Helga brought over the second platter along with the biggest pile of warm honey cakes she'd ever served. Emms nodded to her. She was a good tipper. A very good tipper. "And no. I am not special. Just Emms." There. That pretty much said it all.

[13:42:47] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks and grins a toothy grin as she gets the entire plate. Now that she had experienced once already with cultivated people, that they would not like their food anymore when a barbarian was close. Is ok though, she gets the food. "Yes, bar woman cook great. Good spice." She groans with the still filled mouth. "Shayra hunt. Had hunt deer, good hide. Still have, good cared, made very soft, very durable. fur still on, good warm so, warm for autumn, or blanket." Given she is dressed in furs and hides, one can assume that she is skilled basically in preparing hides, tanning, but not in sewing them into fashion compliant styles. "Why no wolf? Shayra kill wolf, kill when meet black skin orc. Orc have pet, dire wolf, bigger than horse. Many fur."

[13:46:20] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) thought about that. A dire wolf. Now that was interesting. "Elves on island who change into wolf." She hoped that would be clear enough. But a dire wolf....she figured that, too, would be frowned upon. But she'd check just to make sure. A dire wolf skin would make an entire cloak in one piece! Pushed the basked of bread toward Shayra after she takes one, sopping it in the gravy in the platter. She smeared the other half with butter and ate that, too. She was a bottomless well. "I will pay you for your skins."

[13:52:35] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) chews, swallows, refills, eats, and washes it all regularly down with the grog. That nose tip has already a healthy color, the cheeks as well, and Helga just brings a new mug - had been told, stop refilling only if Shayra falls off the chair or sways out of the tavern. She mixes now the bread into the rest of the meat, and as she sees that Emm puts something onto the bread, she just copies that, gathers with her tipfinger from the butter and puts that onto the bread. She had never done that before. "Change wolf? Other hunt man change eagle, bad magic, Shayra hate magic, all magic evil, all mage evil. Shayra strong!" She comments on that. There is a deeprooted set of prejudices and really bad experiences in her that makes her think about magic users that way. "Shayra bring good hide, good fur, no human hide." And with human she means basically all intelligent humanoids, the difference to elves and such she does not know yet, only that there are dwarfs and orcs with similar shape - and these pointy ear people. "Shayra bring no lion hide, no snake skin. Snake totem Shayra. But bring other animal, bring hide prepared, sturdy soft, but one piece. Yes?" She means. The topic with payment will yet be an issue, as she cannot calculate, count further than the finger count of one hand, not read or write. She is practical there, barters and negotiates for what she sees and likes or knows she needs.

[13:56:13] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) deer gravy splashes on her make-shift bib, leaving a mess any two-year-old would have been proud of. She pushed the empty platter away and took one of the honey cakes, eating it slowly, savoring every bite. She nods as Shayra explains between bites and butter-spreading what she was willing to do. "Yes, Shayra. I will sew for you," and she points to the skins that the huntress is wearing. They mostly looked like they were just tied on. "I will make you leathers, boots, whatever you want." And they would be perfectly made--Elven made, which to Emms meant the same thing. She poured herself another cup of wine.

[14:00:25] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) wandered by the tavern, double-taking when he realized who was sitting in there. The stitchery-owner appeared to be enjoying herself and her food. He went to lean against the doorway of the tavern as he stared at the two sitting at the table, clearly eavesdropping. He wasn't ready to interrupt them just yet.

[14:02:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks at where the woman points, seeing her own clothes, crude cut hides and furs. They are, though very well tanned, soft and warm and holding, just cut with a crude knife into a rough shape that was desired. A hole on top or somehow fitting the length needed. If there is something sewing it would be with a thick leather cord through dagger drilled holes. It is practical, and just that. "Shayra hides good, no? Soft, warm, sturdy. Shayra strong, Shayra move forest, move thorns, move water, fine dress rip, Shayra hides no rip, if rip no loss, then replace." She tells, and again her words sound like a command - command and question is what she can in terms of voice modulation. "Woman want sew other Shayra? Why? How other good?" She empties the fourth one liter mug of grog and already reaches for the fifth. Her sword still lays on the table, much like that brutal bear trap. She reaches then though over her shoulder and just pulls those furs off, along with that fur bra, and reaches both over to Emm. "You see? Good hide? How make better?" The men of her former tribe were usually bare breasted, she considers herself worthy like a man, so she has no issue to walk like them - even with the other man entering.

[14:07:58] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) was so wrapped up in the good food and the bartering going on, that she didn't really notice who had come into the tavern, but she most certainly noticed when Shayra stipped bare chested. It wasn't that Emms was squeamish about seeing bare flesh--she measured and fitted mostly naked bodies most of the time (think Project Runway) but she wasn't used to seeing people strip in the tavern. But, showing no emotion, which elves were apt to do, she took the jagged, furry excuse for clothing and pointed out to the huntress the advantages of a good set of leathers. "I use leather, but tan the hide. It will be smooth, fit to your bod," and she used her hands to show the buxom chest area. It will not snag on trees or thorns--look like mighty warrior." There that ought to get her attention.

[14:10:33] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) tilted his head to the side, clearly staring at the barbarian of a woman. She was rough around the edges, but still well-in-shape and something to be appreciated. "I'll let you know if her work is good or not as soon as I get my order," he spoke up to the two. It had been a while since he had seen any naked women. He was getting it all in whilest he could.

[14:14:03] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) listens to the elven woman with the curiosity of a child. She has no issue wearing grand clothes, usually just her life style makes most things either not hold long enough or drop from her possession for being toppled in trades. And her crude hides are easily made, just tanning and done. "So Shayra bring fur, Emm make leather cloth?" She asks, just to be sure, and scratches her bosom to get away some grog she had spilled earlier and that is now gluey and gives her an itch. "Shayra strong, good warrior, as good as men Mountain Lion. Show with leather armor good. Put iron armor, better. Shayra scare black skin orc, slay orc. Woman want come too?" Now she really notices the man who had entered, as he speaks, but her gaze shows a frown to him - she had not understood a word he had spoken as the sentence was too long for her tiny brain. Nevertheless, and to overplay that shortcoming, she stands up, smashes her fist against her bosom this time. "I am Shayra, I warrior from Mountain Lion tribe. Who you?" Broadlegged she stands there, perhaps also to protect the seamstress if needed - her sword lays on the table.

[14:18:42] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) stood as well. I mean, why not! She handed the butchered piece of fur Shayra was using for a garment back to her and told her, a grin on her face, "This is a customer. I sewed for him, too. He is friend." He wasn't really, but she didn't want Shayra to use that sword on him. She was trying to keep her speech as simple as she could. Then she said to the man, "This is Shayra, great warrior and hunter." That was pretty self-evident, too. It was the first time she'd ever done a formal introduction of a mostly naked woman.

[14:21:55] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) as the woman stood he smiled more, appreciating her simplicity and that fit abdomen of hers. He briefly glanced at the owner of the shop owner as she vouched for him. "Rei," he said his name simply to Shayra. "Scholar," he said simply while pointing to one of the books on the table. Afterall, he didn't want to really say what he did for a living. His eyes wandered the warrior again some more. He sure hoped she wouldn't put that fur back on her chest. It was a good show.

[14:24:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) reaches for her hides, laying them onto the table at first - one never knows if the man would use the moment of putting them on for a sneaky attack. "He friend?" She asks finally after the introduction, her chin risen high out of pride due to the praise. "Shayra strong, Shayra many honor. If man friend, then man come, sit with Shayra, sit with Emm, drink with us!" She barks further in her crude tone. As usual it sounds like a command, more than question or command she can barely modulate her voice for. Finally though she takes that two handed broad sword and sheathes it, and sits down again to grab yet another hand full of venison meat from the plate with bare hands, the one liter tin mug of grog in the other, and resumes the dinner. "Emm want make leather cloth, want make for Shayra, so Shayra look noble warrior." She explains to reinstall the discussion.

[14:28:19] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) sits back down, picking up another honey cake, and taking a huge bite. For some reason, she was still hungry. This bartering session had been a workout! "Your item is completed.... Friend Rei." She made sure to use his name even though it was the first time she'd ever heard it. If he hadn't paid most of the bill up front for the hood, she wouldn't have taken the order without knowing his name. But money talks. She motioned toward the chair, "Join us?"

[14:30:03] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) walked cautiously to the table, sitting across from Shayra and continuing to stare at her. He sure as hell wasn't looking anyone in the eye. "You honor me with the term friend," he spoke to the owner before smiling at the warrior. "Fine leathers, yes. A shame though, you look like a noble warrior already." Someone would have to slap him to get him to look elsewhere.

[14:34:12] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) continues to eat and drink, only to pause to yell at the bar maid Helga, far louder than needed in the tavern: "Bring Grog friend Rei! Bring Grog Shayra Emm!" Why not order for all, her fifth one liter mug will soon be empty anyways, and there are really no inhibition in her meanwhile anymore, not that there had been many before. Surely she notices the stare of the man, yet, instead of getting angry or posing to flirt, she just tenses her chest muscles as much as she can. Muscles are the beauty factor for her folk in a way, and she considers herself mostly as a more lean man without manly bits actually. "Rei what order? Emm good work, see dress, fine work! You pay well..." She tells, then gets another idea though, "...Rei want fame? Want honor? Come hunt black skin orc, hunt with Shayra."

[14:36:53] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) studied Rei, now that she knew what his name was. Well, she studied him as he studied Shayra's bosom. She wanted to kick him under the table, but didn't do it. It didn't seem to bother Shayra. She hadn't stuck him with the sword yet, least ways. And then the huntress invited him to go hunting with her. She raised an eyebrow, wondering if he would do it. She had no idea what kind of man he was--a hunter, a thief, a man of honor? There was little to tell her, yet his clothes had once been very fine, costly. They were worn now. He'd needed to order a new pair of pants rather than a hood. She lifted her wine cup to Helga and mouthed, "Another wine."

[14:39:40] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) nodded his head to Helga as he was brought a mug. He sipped it, still staring. Yeah, the seamstress probably should have kicked him. As the huntress offered him 'fame and honor' he could only laugh. He shook his head. "None of that. Just gold," he insisted before pulling out one of the books that was on the table and opening it up to a random page. "A scholar wouldn't make a good hunter anyway," he lied. He would spare Em a brief glance her way. "I will pay well though. When I get my hood."

[14:42:37] . Screeeeech. Clip, clop...clip clop. Clipclopclipclopclipclop. Pause. Thunk, squeak, bam, thunk thunk thunkthunkthunkthunk. That is what the three down in the tavern hear as a chair is pushed back in the office above and some hoofed being begins walking around, before heading out the door -- shutting it behind himself -- and descending the stairs. Soon the sound of hooves on the cobblestones can be heard outside and Baneberry rounds the corner of the tavern, trotting into the building. He's...well. He's not quite nekkid, wearing a loincloth and a bag of booze hanging from his shoulder by a rope. The bag is hanging from his shoulder from a rope, that is, not the loincloth. The loincloth is loosely hanging from a rope around his waist. Big difference...sort of. The satyr casts an eye over the assembled three, ears flicking forward with interest.

[14:44:35] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has absolutely no clue about the modesty habits of townsfolk. For her it is normal to go topless, she would just bind something about her hips for more practical reasons, especially when getting that cursed moon blood. With her folk she had fought near or entirely naked, she had worked barely clothed, she had done sports naked, and as no tent is closed, and one can see everything anyways, there was really no reason to hide much. So the desire to kick she did not even notice the slightest. Upon the reply of the man though she does not yet give up. "Orc raider, orc sure have money. You get orc gold, Shayra get orc head. If want Rei get hide, orc dire wolf hide, for sell Emm." She suggests further. Then: "What is scholar? You beat orc with book?" At that she gives a guttural laughter. At the strange sounds outside then, distracting her, she expects a horse to come by, then though sees the horned goat man as she would call the satyr, the owner of the bar if she remembers correctly from the last booze haze in her head. "There Helga man, tavern man.... hoof man. He also cloth like Shayra, he also need warrior leather?"

[14:48:00] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) nods to Baneberry as he thuds into the tavern. It must be really--REALLY hard for a satyr to be stealthy. Though, to give him credit, he hadn't oggled Shayra yet. Emms wondered how in the world Shayra was still conscious. She'd watched the huntress down enough mead to take down five elves. Yet, she was till going. Quite admirable, really. At Shayra's suggestion that Baneberry needed warrior leathers, too, Emms grinned. "That is a fine idea! Master Baneberry, I am at your disposal. I can make any leathers to....uhm...fit."

[14:51:51] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) downed his mead quickly. He'd look away from the little show as the tavern owner came in. He admired the man's hooves and antlers for a short moment before looking back to the huntress. "Well if there is gold involved, I can throw a book pretty far at a beast..." he joked. He would stand from his chair, finally giving the seamstress a look over opposed to a glance. "I hope to pick up my order soon. Winter isn't far away..." he said as if his order was for warmth. He bowed his head to Shayra. "Pleasure to meet you mighty warrior."

[15:01:09] . Bane had simply /stared/ at the three for a few moments, brow furrowing and lips pursing. He folds one arm across his chest, its hand cradling the elbow of the other arm as the hand raises to cup his chin...calloused fingers twiddling with his goatee broodingly. There is an intensity to his gaze, as if he is a man attempting to figure out the mysteries of who they are...where they have come from, where they are going. What the meaning of the universe they reside within is. Surely they must be in the presence of some wise man of the wild. Alas, this illusion comes shattering into pieces as Shayra talks about warrior leather and Emm agrees, and his ears flick back into odd positions to give him a bewildered expression as he asks in a startled tone, "Wut nao?"

[15:04:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets indeed more and more tipsy, now the sixth one liter mug is to be started. Her only benefit is that she is usually already so stupid that being drunk makes for many not much a difference. And with her tribe she had to learn to drink a lot. Yet she drinks noticeably far more slow than in the beginning. Alone she should go around the corner to pee out the first mugs worth of grog she had. "Horn man fight horn, fight hoof, fight hand, other told, mage horn man. Mage all evil, no good mage. Shayra many experience." She tells, weaving in her prior experiences - and that orc was a magic wielder too, which is why she hates him now three times at least. The first words from Rei though is lost on her, too long, too many words in a row without punctuation. She cannot take more than five in a row. But his praise of - likely - farewell, she understood. "Shayra strong! Steel and honor, Rei scholar!" She replies with a meaningful grave and booze heavy voice, again though as command as usual, "Rei come when Shayra call! Much honor, much fame, much gold!" She lifts that sixth grog mug so fast to that that another good load lands all over her. Then she drinks again from it. That goat man seems to be as startled about what goes on as she usually is when coming into a scene where people make jokes about her. It makes him more sympathetic. "Now? Now bring booze, one round on house. Rei fight with Shayra, fight black skin orc. Celebrate. You bring booze on house." She boldly commands - the command not meant as such, she just cannot modulate it differently.

[15:07:03] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) told Baneberry, "Shayra wants you to have a set of leathers like she is going to get to help you be a mighty warrior." That was about as clear as a dark mead, but he'd get the drift. She sighed, but business was business, and she wanted to make delivery of that hood. She stood and laid a silver on the table. Business had been good, and they'd eaten a lot of food, not to mention the drinks. Her food was free--as the winner of the eating contest, but she wanted to make sure Shayra's tab was taken care of, along with Helga's tip. She bowed to Shayra, an elven tradition that the huntress might not be familiar with. "Good to meet you, Shayra. Come see me--down by magic shop." She was picking up the woman's speech patterns! "I must get Rei his hood," and she made to follow him out.

[15:08:13] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) was a little lost on Shayra as she was a little lost on him. Still, he could admire her chest one last time and flash a smile before making his way out of here. "Vanya sulie..." he said in elvish as he passed the hooved-owner.

[15:13:52] . When Emm answers, Baneberry just stares blankly at her...but before he can respond, both she and the man depart. His hand drops from his face, releasing his goatee, and he turns to make his way amongst the chairs and tables over to the bar. "Ye wan' a drin' onnae hoouse, aye?" he repeats after Shayra, mild amusement coiling through his words now that his initial surprise is gone. "...ach, weel, why nah. Nae one else is aboout and Ah'd fancy a drin' mahself, y'ken." Helga pretends not to hear what's going on, as she's busy doing...worky stuff behind the bar, so the satyr himself slips behind it to reach for two tankards. "Whut would ye li'e?" he calls back over to Shayra, long tail flicking the back of his thighs absent-mindedly as he lowers the tankards.

[15:16:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks up at the talk about a magic shop. Magic is bad - she hopes her clothes will not be made by cursed magic now! She so, startled and thinking about that as she is, nods just a farewell or complying to Emm, the mug still at her lips. But she will go there - she had given her word in the end, for the trade, and clothes that make her look famous will definitely be good, even if the elf will vomit about her totally overdone taste in such matters. Also the man she greets farewell with a nod, and another tensing of her chest muscles as he gazes again. That is what men want to see in the end, no? Chest muscles on women! Cannot be other. The satyr walks past her, talking - too long sentences for her understanding - and she just understands the last, the question about what she wants. She grins a toothy grin to him. "Strong Grog," she grunts, meaning not the normal one, but a mug of double strong. She is happy that he gives one on the house on her bold request, like a kid that gets a toy after brief begging. Her life is simple enough to have such things make her really happy. "Then horn man sit Shayra. Drink Shayra, yes?"

[15:25:34] . "Ayyyye," is the answer which rrrrrrollllls away from Baneberry as he sets about getting that strong grog. He holds it beneath the casks tap, both tankards clutched in one hand as his free hand settles upon the spigot and twists it so that the booze begins to stream out. "Ah'll si' wi' ye." He waits patiently, eyes on the grog as it continues to fill the tankard; right when it is at the very top he stops the tap, and steps over to the cask of melomel mead. While he holds the tankard beneath that tap and turns the spigot so it can stream into it, a tapered ear flicks in Shayra's direction. "Yer name is Shayra? Pleasure tae mee' ye. Ah'm Baneberry. Mos' jest 'all me Bane or Baney or Berry, though." Once his tankard is filled to the brim as well, he stops the tap and turns, trotting over to the table as he switches one drink to the other hand. He thunks the tankard of strong grog in front of Shayra before he plops his own on the table. His hands reach out to grasp a chair, hauling it back before he plonks himself into the seat.

[15:31:38] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) watches him fill the tankards. It will be her seventh liter of alcoholic drink for the evening, and the strongest likely too. Her eyes are already pretty glassy. But she remains sitting yet, bravely, and licks her lips as he brings the drinks and sits down. "Yah, I Shayra, Shayra the Snake. Fight light snake men say, men from Mountain Lion tribe. My tribe." She explains, and actually her voice gets a bit softer the more the alcohol works her mind. "You Bane, Bane good name, strong name. You like Shayra." She compliments, actually meaning with that last bit that he sits there bare breasted like she does, which makes her feel even more comfortable, feel a bit like at home. But that might drown in the construct of her talking. She lifts the mug to clink it with his, to toast. "Drink on Bane, drink on hunting black orc. Steel and honor..." She croaks and drinks then, leaving it to him if he does the same. Damn that strong grog is heavy! But she loves it, and she does not want to show any weakness anyways.

[15:38:54] . As Shayra gives her full name, Baneberry does give her his full attention...doe-like eyes solely on her, and ears swiveled forward with interest. Unlike the last fellow, he does not even seem to notice her bare chest; at this point he's seen so many nymphs and satyr ladies running around with bewbies a-swingin' in full view, it's become as normal to him as seeing faces. He nods thoughtfully as she explains about her tribe and when she compliments his name, he beams at her. "Thankee. Ye ha'e a powerful name as weel." Shayra. Shay. Rhymes with 'slay'. That's tough enough for his tastes. As she raises her tankard, his fingers wrap around the handle of his own and he hefts it up, taking a large swallow of his melomel mead. After he's taken a large draught, he clanks his tankard back down onto the table. "Whut's this aboout a bla' orc?"

[15:44:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) smiles with pride at the returned compliment. She had never heard her short name abbreviated even more and that it would rhyme due to that. This goat man is smart! And not so superiority showing smart like the most civilized people, but nice smart. That is an important difference. "Shayra strong, Shayra slay many, hear many women lament! Many honor!" She says to that, or prattles. "Orc meet Shayra, attack with big dire wolf. Dire wolf bigger than horse." She begins to explain, "Shayra make flee, bad bites in belly. Heal now. But orc back, orc hunt Shayra, want slave. Shayra no more slave. Shayra hate orc, black skin orc use magic, black skin orc bad evil. Shayra want slay orc..." That is the story, more is not about it - details would be shameful, hence are not told. And she wants comrades, or party members for that adventure really, as she is sure that a magic wielding fighter orc with a bigger than horse dire wolf is a tad bit too much for her alone. "Shayra fight orc when see, fight alone, or fight with friend. Many fame for friends. If need Shayra go alone!" She assures though, and she would do that. Fighting is her life, dieing is a part of life, and can happen in every battle.

[15:52:28] . As Shayra begins explaining about the orc, Bane raises his tankard again. He watches her from over the top of it, his smile fading and brows furrowing as she tells her tale. He nurses his drink while he hangs on to each word she speaks, before he lowers the tankard as she finishes. "Ach, ye need tae tell t'Warrrdens," he states, leaning back on the chair...the wood creaking with the movement. "If ye 'ill 'im, ye 'an git innae lottae trouble wi' t'Warrrdens fra murrrder, y'ken...bu' if they ken whu' this lad did and is tryin' tae dae tae ye, then they 'an 'elp ye." As she mentions going to fight the orc alone, he slants an eye at her. "Dunnae gae alone. Ah dun wan' ye gettin' 'urt or worse." His tone isn't belittling; it is matter-of-fact and direct. All life was precious in his eyes, including that of the barbarian woman sitting across from him; it was far too valuable to risk by going after a dangerous orc alone.

[15:58:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) leans heavily on the table, now and then drinking, but mostly staring at him. She had not understood the part of why she would need to tell the wardens about it all, it was a too long sentence without punctuation, she had understood though that she needs to tell them, and in the end that they might help her. "Wardens so help Shayra? Fight with Shayra? That good! If no help, then to hell with wardens!" She snorts proudly, "Shayra fight, no fear fight, no fear death. Shayra strong, Shayra many fame, many honor! Shayra kill many men!" She narrows her eyes to add to her pride, breathes hard - this last also due to the booze. Even with narrowed eyes she sees a very narrowed tunnel anymore, the rest black, and what's yet visible is blurry. But bravely she drinks more, big swigs, but slow. "Bane smart, Bane wise, Shayra bring orc head gift. Bane deserve." Basically she distributes the orc before she has him anyways, the gold for Rei, the dire wolf fur for Emm, the head for Bane, only the fame of the kill, the revenge and satisfaction for herself. "Orc want Shayra slave, Shayra no want, never again!" Which means basically that he already had her as such for a while...!

[16:09:00] . As Shayra goes on her pride-fueled outburst, Bane just sloooooowly sips at his mead now while watching her. He knows better than to debate someone who is clearly drunk...especially someone who is clearly drunk and has a big sword strapped to their back. As she states she will bring him the orc's head, he answers mildly, "Thankee." He'd just give it to Solyl. He keeps a close eye on her as she seems to be having trouble, though when she states 'no want, never again'...his expression visibly falls as he realizes a moment or two later what she means. "...ach, lass," he finally responds, in a softer voice. He does raise his tankard toward her however in a gesture of respect, as he adds, "Aye. Yer verrae s'rong indeed; s'ronger than many, if nah mos'." He then tilts the tankard back and downs some more of his mead.

[16:16:32] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) clinks the mug with his, and drinks as well. His compliments go down like honey for her, she needs that after losing that one battle, with given result. It is shameful to lose a battle, and even more to become a slave after, though she cannot even object if such is the will of the victor, such are the traditions of her folk - contradicting in that aspect. "Shayra strong, Shayra revenge. Orc won, orc shame Shayra, may not allow." She grunts in low voice, stern tone though. From the next big sip she drinks again half lands on her front, coordinating her lips around the mug's rim becomes difficult meanwhile. "Trap woman with big ear help, Rei man help, Emm make warrior leather Shayra." She tells ,unaware currently that the help those others talked about would likely not really be any helpful, "Bane help too? FIght aside Shayra? Big fame Bane!" The head begins to sway on her shoulders, she tries to fixate a spot on the table with her eyes - and miserably fails. She drinks more of the strong grog, actually all of the rest, at least the bit that does not run down her chin onto her bosom and fur skirt. Then she tries to put the mug back onto the table. Also that fails, it falls over, but is mostly empty. She had, which Helga can confirm, seven liters of grog, the last liter being twice as strong even. That is even a very much for her. "Shayra train sword.... Shayra train.... muscles.... Shayra ..... .... strong.... Shay.... ra..........." The voice begins to trail off.

[16:31:50] . As Shayra begins asking about fame and fighting, Bane just remains quiet. Who knows if she'd even remember their conversation the following day, once no longer drunk. He watches as she drops her tankard, before he tips his back and downs the rest of his mead. He sets the tankard back onto the table as he says gently, "Ye should s'ay innae inn tanigh', lass. Ah'll let ye ha'e t'room free fra tanigh'." After the revelation of her being a former slave, he wouldn't charge her...especially not while she is stone drunk. He gestures for one of the NPC tavern guards to come over. "If ye will accep' it, tha' is, Shayra."

[16:36:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks up as he talks, even though he talks short sentences, the time for understanding is beyond her meanwhile, especially the strong grog kicks in brutally. "Bane good." She babbles anymore, then looks back onto the table top. Her upper body sways, then, with a numb thud, her head lands on the table top - the tavern guard would have to carry her. She will remember the evening, an evening of feasting, an evening in which Sheonna the trap lady, Rei the scholar and Emm the seamstress had at least offered some kind of help. If Bane had replied yes or no she will surely not remember, which does not mean she will ask again. That she has to talk to the Wardens she might remember or not. But for now she blacks out....

[09:11:35] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had worked her muscles all day long, and in a way also the entire prior night. She enjoys the feeling of them getting sore when bringing them to their limits, and that they get less sore the more often she does that. And she had felt a day of highness would come, not knowing why, but instead of her usual light hides, she had unpacked her wargarb, made her way to the upper town once more. "Honor and steel, guard white queen." She grunts in her commanding tone when she sees the man stand near the well. Also the axe of her ancestors she holds over her shoulder, a heavy twin bladed axe which she usually does not use in favor of the sword. "How is white queen? Want Shayra see?"

[09:14:24] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he sighed softly as he paced around where the blood used to be as he sighed a little, the blood which used to be here still stained the streets a bit and he grunted, as he looked over to see Shayra and laughed a bit, "Indeed honor and steel Shayra." he would repeat as he shook his head, "resting as far as I know, though she may be awake if you wish to speak with her." he said softly as he put his hands behind his back.

[09:17:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had not really witnessed the blood on the streets until now. Either it had happened after she had been here last, or she had been so damn drunk the last time that she would not notice anything. "Many battle here. Raid come? Raid come back? Shayra fight!" She grunts, and crouches down to the next stain of blood, to see if it is yet remotely fluid or what it smells like - human or other. "Surely Shayra want see, want talk, white queen nice Shayra. Shayra help, help axe, help baby." She is absolutely convinced that the woman is pregnant after how the man had described it. She stands up again, the fingertips that touched the blood still at the nose.

[09:20:20] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he nodded, "Yes large fight." he stated softly, "Tis why I was covered in blood." he would look at the stained cobble stones and pursed his lips, "Picked up bodies for burial." he nodded simply as he blinked to her next bit,, "B-ba... what?!" he seemed surprised, "Baby... you couldnt be suggesting?!" he seemed a bitwide eyed and doe-eyed at the subject.

[09:23:53] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) frowns at first for having missed a battle. It is the definite joy of her life. But then already the toothy grin comes. "Guard man say queen moody, say belly sick morning, Shayra no stupid, saw many woman tribe. They lay men on feast, next moon they belly sick, near two handful moon later.... no more fight few day, big belly shrink, baby fall out. Then fight again." She explains - obviously the pregnant women of her tribe do not stop fighting when high pregnant even. "Verina funny, make boy on battle field, slay men while baby head come." She laughs about her own memory, "Little Wolf get strong, good omen. Queen white baby you?"

[09:28:16] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he chuckled at the story though he seemed a little nervous at the subject and he started to go backwards, "I uh...." he didnt know how to answer her question about if the baby was his and he seemed to stroke his hair as he turned a bit, "Come she should be awake," change of subject Yes! and he would start to lead her away, though he then noted her cloting and nodded slightly as he moved towards the house in which he stayed.....

[09:32:35] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) laughs a merry guttural laughter as he seems uncomfortable with the option of the baby being his. It amuses her, and at the invitation she just walks after him, humming a song of her folk, a crude humming but somehow perhaps humorous. She sees that gaze on likely her chest, but it does not bother her much more than she considers it interesting how those civilization - or city - people react, especially the men. She would usually fight without a top, like the men of her tribe, this chain top she had just found on another fighter - who wore it over her blouse. She liked it and took it from the dead body after killing that fighter for it. "You strong man, sure good man, honor ancestor line!" She commands in tone, "Queen want you king? Assure baby melt heritage? Good line important, baby strong, baby noble, both strong woman man. Then mate, baby own tribe then." She narrates on the way, all the habits of her tribe during their walking.

[09:35:55] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) seemed to nervously walk in and had a bit of a cold sweat going on as trailing after him is the almost Half Dressed Shayra and he looked towards val if she was sitting at her table with a smile, "My light... you have a visitor." he said as he moved to take a spot next to her her narritive had only made him very much more scared as he looked over towards val and gave her a half smile, putting a hand on her shoulder if he could, However what Shayra had said was true, they both were strong. and he would smile a little mroe at that thought, "She asked how you were." best leave out the baby parts.

[09:38:38] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) follows the man into his house. She is still amused by his prior reaction, but somehow proud for the white queen. Getting a baby is always a good chance to show how strong a woman is compared to men - by fighting in the front lines of the wars with a belly as tall as a barrel. She would stop fighting maybe when she is in labor. In the house though she sees the woman already, pale skin, white hair this time, but a red dress. She steps to the table, and proudly she first raises her chin, then her axe, diagonally up as if wanting to shield the woman's face from the sun. "Steel and honor, White Queen!" She bursts out, "may goddess protect you, may goddess bless you, may enemies flee from you, and may baby become strong, become famous over all land!" Only then she takes that axe down.

[09:45:10] Valkyrie Asta Munthe was absolutely livid, and she was quiet while she was writing a letter to send to the Idani. Her expression was that of rage, but her energy was seething. Whoever this new Idani was, what had happened was not going to pass without retaliation. She looked up when the door to see that Vincent and Shayra had entered, and a hand was placed upon her shoulder. "I'm...fine," she'd say. "Just...rather enraged with the Idani. I will not stand for this, and will not allow it to happen again." Oh, she was angry. Her eyes then flickered over towards Shayra, a soft and pleasant smile upon her face...though it soon fell when she heard what the woman had said, and she tilted her head. "Baby?" she'd ask, and looked up at Vincent. "What is she talking about? Are you pregnant, Shayra?"

[09:49:48] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he cringed a bit when Shayra mentioned a baby. he then nodded his head, "I figured you would be, after the death and tragedy in which hapened a few nights prior." he said softly "My light... she thinks you are with child." he said softly towards her, as he blushed and looked back towards Shayra. "She wished to see you the day before, but I said you were ill.... and so, ths is her conclusion to the symptoms in which I spoke of." he said softly.

[09:52:44] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not really know why the woman is angry, and could not yet link the blood on townsquare, the bloody armor of Vincent, and the warning that the merfolk would currently be murderous. She had warned the barbarian Dirk about it, and he had rejoiced just as she had, eager to meet them for battle. At that question though she looks down to her belly - covered by that heavy iron belt. "No, no think, Shayra no morning vomit, no moody. Think Shayra no can baby, no from orc black skin. Orc want Shayra slave, want Shayra enter down here..." She reaches to that loin cloth to pat that battle torn leather to indicate where she means the orc would want to enter, and did enter already. "Shayra think no baby orc. No possible. But queen baby!" Her voice is as usual modulated to either command tone or question tone, she is unable to do that much different. The words from Vincent she has to concentrate highly to understand, but then she nods gravely. "Shayra come see queen, queen with baby. Shayra want offer make spear, spear for baby when three. So baby make first kill, kill wolf, kill lynx. Baby much fame, good honor queen, strong baby." It is use in her tribe to gift weapons or armor to a new born baby so it could fight as soon as able to stand on the own feet. She considers that normal for every folk as in her eyes it is the best habit regarding babies ever.

[10:03:51] Valkyrie Asta Munthe would hand over the missive given to her by one of the Idani guards so that Vincent could look over it. "The Idani sent this to me," she'd tell him. "If she expects me to bend to her will, then she will expect retaliation." But, then talk continued, and when Vincent said that she might be with child, she just about turned even more pale than she already was. "Uh...that is not possible?" she'd say, as if almost questioning herself. "I...cannot get pregnant." Of course, she always assumed that she couldn't given how much her body had been put through...and she didn't know that vampires couldn't produce biological children, so that put her deceased husband in a awkward position. Her attention turned back over to Shayra just in time to hear about the Orc that wanted to keep her as a slave...and Valk's face hardened. "Is that so?" she'd ask, her tone very calm, but inside she was livid again. The only orc she could think of was Vatira, since he was the only one she had seen. She'd have to keep a close eye on the one. She'd bite the inside of her cheek gently, brow furrowing as she thought. "Shayra...there's no way I can have a baby," she said quietly. "My body's been too damaged internally for it to be healthy..."

[10:09:49] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he would take a look at the missive, which was handed to him, "I understand my light, my blade is your might." he said to her softly, as he read it and grew ever so so more angry and he growled lowly, and then he gruffed softly as he would roll it up this explained a lot. He would sigh softly as he huffed and looked back over towards Shayra and hmmed understanding slightly what had happened, but he'd not seen an orc around, but he would nod his head to her assumption, indeed assuming that she couldnt get pregnant either, and he licked his lips a bit, and he looked over to Val as he would nervously suggest, "M-maybe to to put this to bed, so i-it doesnt... become... a uh... rumor, we should get you checked." he said with a nod, it was the best thing he could think of at the moment, "A-s for the orc, I will keep an eye out for him and put a report about him in with the guards."

[10:14:48] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lets the high ones do their business with the fish folk, though only as she hears something similar as revenge, she gets all stirred, excitedly nervous. "Queen make war? Shayra fight!" She bursts out, fighting is the best! "Orc want have Shayra slave, black skin orc, yes, had, but no long. Eagle man came, carry Shayra away, but Shayra no baby, no possible orc human, yes!" She explains, still excited, convinced that she could not get pregnant from an orc - that he had spread his juices into her mouth after being inside down there would not mean anything to her, she knows near nothing about sex anyways. "Queen can baby, baby come man in queen. Man inside, queen baby. Queen look healthy, look proud, no damage. Queen good strong woman." Also that she commands out of sheer, deepest conviction. A toothy, affirming grin follows that. She respects that queen woman a lot, also due to the noble gift, just has no manners to show that the courtly style. As Vincent talks, about hiding the fact there might be a baby, she looks startled though. "Why hide? No good, no honor. Tell tribe. Make feast! Strong mother, proud mother! Shayra fight fish people, make many slay. Also hunt orc, find friends, orc come, Shayra slay orc black skin. Gift head Bane. Gift gold Rei." She nods again to that. Again she takes the axe from her shoulder, to show off. It is an ancient axe, not barbarian made, but as it looks many hundred years old, made from a folk that is long eradicated, an ancient folk that ruled far lands, the predecessors of her folk. "Shayra slay fish axe, slay fish sword. Make river red from blood! Make fish girl lament! Many honor queen!"

[10:27:27] Valkyrie Asta Munthe nods and would take the missive back to place upon her desk. "I'll be writing to meet with her sometime this week. I'll need to make an emergency council meeting to make a decision as how to respond to the event." She'd then eye him. "I'm not pregnant, Vincent! I'm not going to have some healer stick their hands down there and be all poked and prodded." She'd sigh and rubbed her temples, not pleased in the slightest, then shook her head. "It's....a little different in some cultures, Shayra. Sometimes a baby isn't the greatest of news, especially if you're not married," she'd say quietly. "People talk and will call scandals and the like..." She felt like she was getting a headache, and tried rubbing her head, though, she couldn't help but smile at the woman's excitement towards the prospect of battle. "Nothing is set in stone, yet. Once I meet with the Idani, depending on how that goes, then we shall see if there is a need for war."

[10:30:39] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he got yelled at and he backed up slightly as he nodded slowly, "I understand on both fronts my Light." he said as he put his hands behind his back and his headlooked down, yep, put in his place. and he then steeled himself as he looked up and ahead, no smile, not shaking or nervous, he then nodded his head to the last words spoke, not opening his mouth further...

[10:34:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) understands not the first long sentences of the queen - and if she would, she would not understand the courtly politics in them, having absolutely no access to such intrigues and chatter. As the woman rubs her temples so, and relativises the possible war, she likely thinks that the queen has sorrows about starting a war, maybe has doubts if it is to be won. "Queen no worry, war good, make enemy see valor, make enemy see strong. Few fighter kill many, if fighter valor, if fighter strong. Shayra fight. Queen much honor. Let enemy dance nose shame. Queen no shame! Queen strong, if queen weak, people kill baby!" She barks, then adds her typical "Shayra strong, fight axe, kill fish! War good, goddess pleased, if no fight, goddess hate queen! Shayra strong, see!" And to display that battle wish, that strength, she lets the axe go a massive half circle, done by a loud swoosh sound, and hacks off half the back rest of the closest chair. Then she points with the axe at Valkyrie. "Shayra fight for queen honor! Kill many fish! Vincent fight, village fight! Fish defeat! Queen stand on pile corpses! Queen victor!"

[10:48:27] Valkyrie Asta Munthe felt bad about yelling at Vincent, but there really just wasn't any way that she was pregnant. That would be the worst to happen. But, if she heard what Shayra was thinking, she would have been right. Valk wasn't one to start a war, and didn't like the idea of it even if she came from a warring culture, herself, but at the same time it was something that would cost lives that she didn't want to risk. She'd watch Shayra intently, even as she brought that axe back and swung it at one of her chairs, causing her to flinch and lean back slightly. From a tiny woman, or at least compared to Valk since she was so tall, to see that amount of strength /was/ rather impressive. "I know I'd be honored to have you fighting with us if war ever did coe to be."

[10:52:47] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) stood there and as the axe came out to bear vincent would instinctively move placing his body next to Vals, doing something stupid atleast on his part, his wings whic were glammered pressed against the mid section of Val, as if Shielding her from what ever may have come, but when the axe came to connect down upon the back of the chair causing Val to flintch he seemed to furrow his brow and nod, "Much honor indeed." he seemed as his wing came off of Val and back into position behind him, he seemed, tense now, but, he was put in his place, and acted like he was supposed to.

[10:56:06] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not understand that sentence of the queen, but she sees it basically written on her face. She flexes her muscles. "No shame, queen! If honor ask war, tribe do war! Shayra fight! Risk death, any fight, many risk mean many stronger! Many honor, many fame! Coward no honor, coward shame!" She explains, crude and commanding in tone as usual, "Goddess help strong, goddess help valorous. Goddess no welcome weak, when weak die. Then soul lost, swim eternal black ocean. Never see other, never drink goddess mead. Goddess curse land coward, folk slave, crops die, baby die, women rape, women lament, men hung! That if coward!" For her such faith is the ultimate truth, she has not gone through the enlightenment of science, and if she had, her tribe likely would have massacred her for blasphemy and causing gods' curses on the tribe. Seeing Vincent's reaction, hearing his brief words, she nods as well. "Man guard understand, war needed. Queen no fear, death in war honor, goddess embrace brave dead. Fight for cause, fight for honor, no hide coward. Guard man know, Shayra know. Queen must know! Queen call war!" her narrowed eyes go back to Vincent for another firm nod, a gaze that appreciates his valor which she considers him to have now, then back to the queen, in a way as if she waits for her decision now.

[11:08:54] Valkyrie Asta Munthe felt Vincent's glamoured wing press against her midsection, which prompted her to glance up towards him for a moment before looking back towards the other woman. She listened intently, nodding slightly. Even if the words were spoken in broken common, Valk understood well enough, and Shayra was right in more ways than one. She frowned and placed a hand gently to her stomach at the mentioning of a baby dying. She didn't want that to happen, even if she was pregnant. "I will have my decision in a few day's time," she would say. "Once I have my meeting with the Idani, there will be a call to action. The lives lost a few night's prior will not be forgotten, and I will make sure that the Idani do not forget it."

[11:11:52] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he looked towards Shayra, "Give time, war, costly, must prepare." he said as he looked to Shayra, "Decision not light. Give white queen time." he would say as he then looked to Val as she put her hand on her own stomach which aused him to tilt his head slightly, wondering her thoughts now, but either way he would nod to the last words say as he stayed close to val, his leg against the left arm of her chair, and he seemed to be a little more protective with the prospects of other things filling his mind, but he would sigh softly as he seemed to pace back and forth.

[11:16:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds a reply by the queen that is again too long for her. And nothing else told that enables her to overplay that, reply to something else likely. She frowns, then gets an outright furious facial expression. "Blood is shed, no time for words, time for war. Sharp blades, brave men and women! Goddess no like coward! People no like coward! People no follow weak!" It might be offensive, but it is her opinion, and she is not skilled in intrigues enough to speak more polite or dress her words. As then Vincent speaks though, her eyes grow huge. She stares at him. "War costly? War mean take armor, take blade, go slay enemy! Shayra ready right now! You need money? Shayra give!" And with that she digs her left fist into her iron belt, has to inhale hard to get the hand inside even, and produces one of those fist fulls of red rubies, each as tall as half the last bone of her tiny finger. She smacks those onto the table. "Shayra raid town with tribe, loot many rich. Shayra no need, Shayra no follow coward! If need money for war, take red stone, pay for war!" She outright bellows at the man, then narrows her eyes further, turns her gaze back to the queen. "Queen call war, or goddess make land die, make baby die, make people die, no embrace queen when dead, no give goddess ale then, queen no sit goddess table!"

[11:29:59] Valkyrie Asta Munthe began to feel a bit overwhelmed and covered the palms of her hands over hear ears, trying to think of what exactly she could do. This was a huge decision to make, and she never had to call upon war before... well... except once when her kin and demons went head to head back home, but that was a different story for another time. It truly was her biggest decision to make since becoming Lady... and to be honest she wasn't sure what she could do. Feeling a bit of tension, she slammed her palms down upon her table as Shayra started to get a bit more livid as she spoke. "ENOUGH," she'd bellow out with a bit of her temper flaring. Valk grew silent for a while, but she'd even sigh and let her hands come to rest in her lap. "Every decision I make as Lady will affect my people, and I have to do what is best for them." She'd slowly rise from her chair, though feeling a bit nauseous again, stood very still to catch herself when she stumbled. "You are one of my people, Shayra, and you mean just as much to me as the rest of these people do. What I decide will affect you, as well... in a few days time, I will have my decision. I will be meeting with the Idani, and let her know of my intentions. I need you to respect that and be patient with me... please..."

[11:34:42] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he then looked to Shayra who obviously didnt get it, "Shayra, blood spilled, retaliation must be thought about, city not a war camp." he said as his brows furrowed, "Us not like Shayra tribe.." he hoped she'd understand that the civilization wasnt like that of a barbarian civilization ready to go to action at a moments notice, he pursed his lips a bit, at the threats of a goddess making the possible child that may be his die he seemed to grow a little angry, brows furrowing and fist clenching into tight little balls. Then as Val slammed her hands on the table he furrowed his brows slightly.... and watched her, as her temple flared. "White Qeen decision not easy, affact many, will do what best for people." his voice though not friendly was tempered with a little bit of niceness, as he knew it was just Shayra's way... and he watched Val as she seemed to catch herself and he moved an arm, or tried to, to hold her upright. "Shaya mean as much as rest of white queen people. What Lady decide, affect you, will meet with Idani, to let know intention. Respect what said, and be patient with lady." Yep he translated as best he could, he was defensive right now, as he looked to Val hoping she was okay...

[11:42:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets sparkling eyes, sparkles of war lust, blood lust, at the outburst of the queen. Though that word was to silence herself, the temper alone goes already into the right decision for her. The part about herself being of the queen's people goes lost on her, too long, but after that she hears what is said, understands it mostly. "No talk fish, talk priest, ask what goddess want, no what stinking fish want. Fish kill carpenter hammer, queen kill warhammer." She does not fear the wrath of the gods, unless a priest tells her about it likely, her mind is usually get out of my way if you don't help towards the gods, She is too simple to value much more than blood and battle, but then if a god will destroy an entire folk because one was not fighting enough, she would rather like to stand on the other side - one never knows what those gods could do. But she knows they might do something if the topic is scaled like this. Gladly though Vincent put that what was said into words for her to understand. She looks at him with still the same fury in the eyes, but she listens without interrupting. "Shayra go with queen meeting!" She finally commands - as usual, "Shayra make sure friend prepare, guard man prepare city, prepare folk. Shayra cut wood defense spikes, guard man go prepare smith!" She could go on like that, though currently yet is too excited to even think about more. "Revenge dead, make goddess accept slain dead, accept to her table. Else dead cursed." A grave nod, "Today feast, tomorrow talk, then call people war!"

[11:54:26] Valkyrie Asta Munthe with having had her little outburst sighed and rubbed her forehead. It took so much energy and made her tired, so she sat back down upon her chair once Vincent had caught her. She was glad to have Vincent speak her words in a way that Shayra could understand. Lord knows she couldn't do it. When Shayra spoke of going with her to the meeting, she felt uneasy. Not because she didn't want the woman to go, but because she was worried if something were to happen and tensions rose, then Shayra would go crazy and start attacking. "Alright," she would say after staying silent for a while. "You may go with me, but I must ask you not to do anything that will prompt the merfolk to attack. If one thing goes wrong, that could easily start a war we aren't prepared for yet."

[11:56:55] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he sighed as he looked downward, and shook his head a little more, his anger starting to subside slowly, never the less. He would sigh a little more as he seemed to give a worried look to Val, he knew how heavy the decision for War was. He then looked back as Val spoke, "White Lady agree, Shayra go, but, no attack merfolk, no agressive. Could start war before city ready." he would translate and he would move his other arm around Val giving her his chest to lean in to and his other arm ahd protectively been given around her mid section....

[12:02:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees the condition of the queen. How much must this reigning weight on her shoulders, or what other ill had been done to her that now stays hidden under the dress of the generous woman. She respects her, yet currently the respect dented by politics she does not understand. She listens to the woman, understands nothing, then Vincent translates again. She nods, slowly, understanding. But she does not trust the enemy either. "Shayra no attack when talk, but attack when queen say, attack when queen blood, raise weapon when fish raise!" She announces, commands - herself likely or those others. "Shayra teach queen baby spear, Shayra make sure baby live! Live three years yet, or more." That had been directed to her, then to him she adds: "Guard man, baby father, begin prepare, begin fast, then protect queen too. Shayra try see friend, prepare friend."

[12:14:28] Valkyrie Asta Munthe did lean in a bit and sighed a bit as his arm wrapped around her midsection. Gods help her if she was actually pregnant. But, she was glad that Shayra understood once Vincent translated for her again, and did not have to worry about any unforseen attacks at least for the moment. Besides, Shayra seemed to be rather loyal, and of course adament to the cause, so all was fine by her. "Thank you, Shayra," she said softly. "Once I send the letter to the Idani and hear back from her, I shall contact you to let you know when we all will meet." She'd then bring up a hand to rub at her face and settled against the back of her chair.

[12:20:26] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he smiled softly as he nodded to her in thanks for understanding, and he waited to see what would happen next, his eyes watched Val rub her face as she settled back into her chair and he sighed softly as he continued to take guard, he'd take care of Val of coarse.... without a doubt he would...

[12:23:05] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods to the thanks, then though looks back to Vincent for a translation of the rest. She feels accepted on this court by just him taking the duty of translating. It is a good feeling. Her mind goes through a meeting, imaginary, how they would stand at a river shore and talk to fishs, how this fragile woman of a queen who had been so strong on their first meeting needs to be held to stand, how the enemy might misinterpret that as weakness of the entire folk, and how things then might go south from there - or turn out better by using just that as a trap for the fishes. Her axe, her blade would taste blood once war breaks out, fish blood would adorn her body in rich sprays, and the crying fish girls would cause her to laugh while they'd drive the fishes into pools of their own water during the fishes' desires of returning to their safety promising oceans. It is a good thought. The translation does not come though. But they had agreed that she comes - so they would not go without her, they are honorable people. Looking at how the queen nearly collapses likely on her chair, she raises her chin in pride. "Shayra go now. Queen good council, queen rest, for tomorrow feast, then talk." She nods gravely to her, then also to Vincent. Then she turns to leave the court of the white queen - the fist full of rubies she leaves where she had placed them, not even knowing how rich she herself, or also the queen actually is.

[12:33:25] Valkyrie Asta Munthe needed to sober up in time for the meeting, that much she knew. With the possibility of a child growing within her, something she wasn't expecting nor exactly wanting, that was fighting heavily with the current situation at hand. Valk was a strong woman, but... she was horrible with decision making, so this was going to be hard. "Yes, tomorrow we shall have a feast. And you shall be at my side when the time comes to talk to the Idani," she'd say with a soft smile.

[12:35:03] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he looked to val, and knew he was possibly in lots of trouble but he gulped a bit and nodded, "Honor and Steel Shayra." he said to her as he would stand next to val, and once more his hand would hopefully find a way to her shoulder.....

[12:37:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had opened the door meanwhile, and as the queen speaks, again the long sentences, she stops and looks back to her. She does not know about the strength and the weakness of decision making in her. Strength alone helps not much, only in captivity - until posed in front of a decision. She herself decides fast, but too simple likely for this civilized world full of mages and other monstrosities. The man does not translate, but greet correctly at least. "Steel and honor, blood and revenge!" She replies, "may goddess look upon baby, may queen make goddess proud!" And with that she passes through the door, leaves it to someone else to actually close it. She has a lot to think about, a lot to ponder...

[08:25:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) steps out of the tent. It is another hot day, another morning, and surely the meeting between the white queen and the leader of the merfolk would be soon. She steps out of the tent, stretches until the joint confirm their existence by silent sounds of cracking. She knows she had been too busy with feasting lately, with talking so much to so many people for her quest for revenge to the black skinned orc. She feels it in her muscles, in each and every one of them. They suffer from the lack of use. Not anymore! She must be in shape, in better shape, when she stands aside the white queen, when the war comes, when the orc comes - and when the northern barbarian Dirk comes. Will Dirk challenge her one day, to claim her as his wife? She does not know. She will fight on his side, that much she knows. But should he claim her, want to claim her, it will be by him having to defeat her in battle, and she does not plan to be an easy to plug flower then! She is Shayra! She is strong... or needs to get stronger! He shall not laugh at her for being weak, a wimp, a silk dressed town girly!

[08:30:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) holds her arms all sidewards, the huge ancient battle axe in her right fist. It strains her right arm, she lays the head far back, so that the black hair hangs down her back, her face looks up to the sky. "Goddess! You respect valor! You respect strength!" She yells up to the sky like that, closed eyes, "Help Shayra get stronger! Or no stand in Shayra way!" It is her faith: She believes in the gods, she offers them to help her while she pursues their ways to make them proud, to gain for her own afterlife, but she will do what she sees needed for that even without the help of the divine. In a long horizontal arch she brings her fists to her front, until both fists hold the hilt of the axe, and lowers her head, opens her eyes to a narrowed gaze upon the blade. Does she see the goddess' hand in it or not, she cannot tell. She feels, she sees, both differs.

[08:35:28] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lifts the heavy weapon over her head, holding it vertically over her scalp for a while, and pulls her right foot to her left knee. It is a ceremony, a practicing with the weapon. She concentrates on her entire body, feels every muscle, tenses every muscle. Then she becomes fast. She sallies out, lets the axe perform a vertical arch from above downwards, ending it in a diagonal swing in lower leg height while she already spins around her own axis. By that she strikes another time, horizontally in chest height. Finally she brings the axe to stop, holding it vertically aside her right shoulder. She gazes blankly into nothingness. In her mind the imagination of a single enemy, a huge man, a silhouette. That one she will fight now!

[08:39:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) awaits her enemy, but only briefly. She imagines him doing an attack from above, to split her head. With a battle step forwards, towards the attack, she brings the axe just up, to block the attack with the top of the two axe blades, so strong that she would slam the blade away, with a loud battle cry of tension, of gaining further strength into that very action. Then she withdraws the axe, strikes out forwards with the tip's iron spike against the belly of her enemy. The imagined enemy jumps back, tumbles. She steps back too, holds the axe diagonally up behind her, with both arms. "No Shayra turn!" She barks against the not present, only imagined enemy.

[08:44:42] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) roars out loud another time, and jumps forwards nearly, the axe performing a diagonal half circle from up right down to bottom left, to strike diagonally over the chest of her enemy, then she turns, moves the axe in another circle back up. She repeats the same maneuver. She relies not only on strength, she also relies on agility, reflexes. Not so much on technique, but strength and speed. Strength is her favorite as it is use of her folk. But everyone adds one thing at least, tech or speed. She had chosen speed. She does the same maneuver again. three times those diagonal circles. Her invisible enemy backs off, and off and off! All her muscles are tensed, all her tendons feel like oiled. Her stance on the floor is stable, sweat already begins to cover her skin, everywhere, in a thin sheen.

[08:49:53] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) walks in a circle back to her original spot, tensed muscles, the reason for the walking being the ability to work her legs during that. She gazes at the enemy, and starts to whoosh her axe around like some people do with swords, in a laying eight shape of motion, with both hands. She does it long, she wants to feel her muscles during that, from her back and belly to the tips of her fingers, and so she tries to control the huge axe best she can, getting more and more a feeling for it.

[08:54:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) knows her imagined enemy cannot attack during this maneuver, but neither can she! She wants to fight, she wants to defeat him. She has to stop this swirling! And finally so she does right that, leaving the left hand from the axe hilt to lift that heavy weapon in one hand over her shoulder, far and high. That is difficult for her, she is no Goliath! But she tries to lead a strike, leading the two handed weapon with but one hand. It takes all her muscles can give, and still that strike is not accurate. The enemy waits, fearless. The imagined enemy does not fear the weak! She takes it again into both hands. Half jumped steps forwards, against the enemy, each accompanied with a strike of the axe, vertically down or diagonally down, several, a series of attacks. The enemy parries and evades at the same time, surely not managing to move her axe out of its swing as the enemy himself is only imagined.

[08:59:10] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels or imagines how the imaginary enemy strikes back, she has to defend. Fast and strong she has to bring the axe up, then left, then up, then right, then down to protect her legs, all while withdrawing backwards, and then up again, from all down to all up, a hell of a task doing that fast enough. She feels she was not fast enough, but she had evaded at least. The enemy's sword would have crushed against her iron pauldron, deflected. She repeats, defend down, defend all the way up. Better, but far from content, again! All down, all up - hilarious how the enemy does the attacks she needs him to do. She practices further and further, finally content, and then another five times to memorize that motion, to get her muscles and tendons accustomed to it.

[09:04:26] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) begins another tactic, it is her turn again. In wild far arching slashes she attacks the imaginary enemy. And each axe attack is followed by a kick, be it reverse when she comes out of a spin, be it a frontwards stomp kick to just get the enemy away or out of balance. She does not even notice that with wide axe swings such a kick could never hit at first. And two times she loses balance from an axe arch followed by a spin and a kick. But then she fights on, until she could battle herself back to her feet. She does all that to tense her muscles.

[09:11:30] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets the hint about the length of her legs and reach of her axe. Shorter slashes, brief quick and strong jabs of the axe, then followed by a kick! Works better! How can she get into a spin?! She does not know, she thinks, she fights, bashes and prods. Bashing? Bash with the axe hilt's pommel in half circle, like against the enemy's chin! She does so, not enough momentum! Again! All tensed up, snap like an overstretched rubber band! Better! Again! Again! Once more! Spin, and spin again! Now try to kick! too low, only the knee, groin, belly! Good! She does again and again, doing fast kicks, strong kicks, various attacks with parts of the axe, the broad of the blade, the grip, the pommel, the spike on the tip in circular motion. Her brain is simple, her brain considers only battle, likes only battle. She memorizes it all hence, fast, instinctive. She feels her muscles, she enjoys!

[09:17:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had found the getting back up after falling interesting. She begins to crouch, to control her axe from that pose - it needs far more strength. She works hard, works her body, works her muscles. The arms do not suffice, shoulders and belly do not suffice. The legs! The rear! She fights from a crouching position, getting better, getting faster while all the time tensing all up! Then she lays down. She strikes, she evades strikes, by rolling, by arching, by bowing. She must, else she is dead, or will be dead. And she must keep control of her axe meanwhile, must strike. Always only defending will tire her! Will leave the risk of mistake only on her! That way a battle is lost! She may not, she wants to win, wants to see them bleed, to die! She snaps with both legs for the imaginary enemy's legs in attempt to bring him to fall. It fails, but she has enough space to rotate her legs, her body, until she again crouches out of the laying position. She attacks while jumping up from that. Strong and fast, like the snake that had waiting with withdrawn head hovering, to let it jet forwards to bite. She is Shayra, Shayra the Snake!

[09:25:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees... imagines... her imaginary foe suddenly to flee, run, relocate, something! She has to pursue him, he is not defeated. If he leads her into a trap or just wants to escape does not matter. She runs after him, he is fast, she runs through the forest, over root and rock, hill up and down, through water flows and high grasses, brushworks. She runs with the axe, with all the iron on her body, the sword on her back, the bow and quiver. It is heavy, but to that she is used. She runs with tensed muscles, swift and firm in once. In real she runs circles, but she runs, and runs and runs. jumps and dodges, moves the axe to not get stuck somewhere.

((later the day...))

[11:58:42] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had run, at first only a few rounds and back to her camp, then again and further and further, to train her muscles. She had been first sprinting, then jogging fast, all day now. Gleaming from sweat, wet, not dried, in full battle armament, she arrives finally at a little clearing. Her nostrils flare as she comes to a halt, her breasts heave. She had not made a secret that she came, strong steps, far steps, jumps over stone and rock and root and fallen tree, the iron cluttering. She sees someone on that clearing that looks like a holy place. "Greetings, woman!" She calls, not yet having fully recognized the person in the fog that gathers on the clearing.

[12:03:23] Valkyrie Asta Munthe didn't feel like being in the house at the moment, so she, even though knowing what she knew now, walked out to the woods alone to clear her head. On her walk, she came upon a place that she had never noticed before with stones erected from the ground, a funeral pyre nearby, and a few headstones sticking out from the earth. "Hm." Her pointed ears twitched upon hearing the clamoring of armor, and hear dShayra call out to her, so she peered behind her and would give her a nod. "Hi Shayra."

[12:06:10] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) produces her toothy grin, a wide line of white teeth showing as she recognizes the person, by voice, then also by looks. "Shayra greet white queen!" She barks out, and walks out and into the ritual place like place. "White queen pray for baby? Pray survive war? White queen good, do very good. Goddess pleased then!" she explains in her commanding tone. She comes closer and closer, and would lay a wet hand on the queen's shoulder if not evaded or else stopped.

[12:15:00] Valkyrie Asta Munthe 's hands were clasped behind her back, her gaze wandering around the area until Shayra made her presence more known, and her focus was upon the woman as the hand came to rest upon her shoulder. "Shayra, like I said, I don't know if there is going to be a war. It all depends on how the meeting goes tonight," she'd say quietly. "There is a law written by Valeska herself that war is prohibited upon the island. If one is to break out...there is no telling what she will do." After what she had seen that once in the square and Valeska came to her, and cursed those that angered her, she didn't want to risk upsetting the goddess.

[12:20:26] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gives the shoulder a squeeze. She had not understood a lot of what was said, just too long, but that is how the queen speaks. "Shayra no believe Goddess shame. Goddess no allow dead unrevenged. Goddess protect island, want people no stupid slaughter, but no want people shame." She means to that, "Village people dead, many dead, much blood. Dead soul no go goddess, no sit goddess feast table, no before revenge, no before blood paid blood." She nods to that, and adds: "No law allow goddess shame. Goddess shame will be furious, will kill crops, kill prey, kill babies, sent plague. Or leave island rott alone. You no want guilty, you want proud, you want honor, you want baby live, no?" She does respect that queen, just does not understand the hesitating at all, the hesitating about fighting, calling a war or the like. She is simple, but her codes are ancient, her sense for honor and pride infused deep into her, without any enlightened ethics.

[12:30:45] Valkyrie Asta Munthe sighed heavily and brought a hand up to rub at her face. She was becoming very agitated and angry that the woman didn't seem to understand no matter how many times she tried to explain it. "I know people are dead, Shayra!" she'd say, starting to snap. "I know!" She felt her eyes start to water, and she didn't know if that was the baby making her upset with her hormones or the stress of everything starting to get to her. Now with a possible assassination attempt against her having been seen by a seer, that didn't make things better. "War is prohibited! It is the LAW of the land! It is Valeska's law!" The water in her eyes began to sting. "I am trying to do what is right for my people to prevent more people from dying. What else do you want me to do?!"

[12:37:34] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets well the distress of the woman, does not link it to the baby currently, and this time she had understood all. "Queen follow law Goddess! Then no war, but queen must make revenge!" She tries to speak as little commanding as possible, but it does no really function. "Queen assign man, more men, capture fishes, beat fishes, bone fishes, send corpse as sign revenge. Shayra help, Dirk help. Dead then sit feast table. Be honor by goddess. Queen no war." She basically suggests another bloody deed in revenge, if the fishes then call for war, they break the law. A compromise. "Shayra protect queen, protect baby. Only no if Dirk fight, challenge Shayra battle for possess, for bride, and want other." The lifting of the arm gets hard - that queen is really tall. She lets her arm trail down to the elbow. "Queen no sorrow, queen strong, queen strong like tribe chief. And queen smart, more smart tribe chief, find solution best for folk. Yes?" She had not understood that the queen had said right that, but without blood there can be no revenge.

[12:46:55] Valkyrie Asta Munthe was starting to develop a headache and rubbed her emples the best she could without hurting herself. "Please Shayra...just..." she sighed and moved to sit down upon the ground in a quiet slump. She didn't know who this Dirk was, so she'd have to see for herself. "I don't want this getting worse than it already is..." She felt humbled that the woman thought highly of her, for sure. But...she didn't know what she coudl do or say to tell the woman that she didn't want a war.

[12:53:20] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds herself wondering about herself. She does not know compassion really. Had she encountered a tribe chief in her tribe hesitating on a decision commanded by honor, he would be dead soon later or banned or else dethroned. Then again she had never seen a tribe chief caught between what honor commands and what the law commands - it is difficult in her tribe, there are no laws other than the law of honor which all get risen by. "Queen difficult decision." She grunts as the other sits down and she loses hold of the arm, "but queen because reason, can decide, must decide. Queen no only care people, no only living, also dead. Dead at shame, dead slain, no revenge, no honor dead, dead haunt, dead cursed." It is logical for her, her faith. She had suggested another way already, which is difficult enough for her. "Queen show village weak, attackers return, do worse. Until queen surrender village. All slave or all dead." She steps further into the ritual circle. it feels somehow holy to her, crude, rural, ancient, just her style of divine spots and preaching areas. "If queen no want war... no want smaller punishment... queen sacrifice other blood?" It is truly hard for her to understand, her honor and her strength, her will for fight for a cause, to death if needed, is the only she has anymore. No family, no tribe, no husband, no children, no home other than a tent. "Shayra no good advise. Shayra no know dead. But Shayra know honor.... what name baby?" Damn that was hard, this tiny try to change the topic.

[13:01:39] Valkyrie Asta Munthe wrapped her arms around her legs, though would eventually release her legs and press her palms flat against her ears. "I KNOW I HAVE TO DECIDE," she'd snap, finding it very hard to control her temper at this point. "And it's my decision alone! I know you're...trying to help in your way, but please...Shayra...for the love of the gods just...let me figure this out. I don't want to talk about it anymore." If she did she'd become more angered and stressed. She'd peer over towards the woman as she walked to the well looking thing and frowned. "There is no name for it."

[13:05:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) hears the other getting loud, distressed. All has been said indeed. She is not much moved by the scream near words, by being screamed at - it is normal, her tribe's discussions were more often heated than not, and not rarely ended in big brawls or even armed duels. "Queen know, Shayra name before born. If Shayra man, name Shayran." She narrates and grunts a laughter about that herself. She indeed climbs onto the two steps of the well, and looks inside, deep down. "Goddess live no sky, live deep, live in root of island!" She proclaims her finding, not having seen the goddess, but why else should there be a well in a preaching place anyways?

[13:15:05] Valkyrie Asta Munthe sighed and curled up into an even tighter ball. She didn't want to talk anymore about the meeting, or honor or death or the Goddess getting angry. "No...I don't know what to name it," she said quietly. "I'm sure Vincent will think of something." She'd wipe at her eyes and sighed before resting her chin upon her knees, her eyes watchful of Shayra as she moved to the well.

[13:21:30] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shrugs as there is no goddess coming from the well and stands up from it again, returns to the grass part of the clearing. Basically it was admitted now that the guard man is the father, as she had suggested already even without a lot of empathy towards civilized people. Why else now should he choose a name? She imagines how the two fought for her owning her as a wife (and she him as a husband) and a broad grin comes to her. It is natural for her that a man must win over a woman in battle to be able or allowed, or accepted, to take her as his wife. And if it was an accident, like during being drunk on a feast, she will bash him down anyways and claim him - same result, just one laughter more. "Shayra remember Queen speak feast. Feast yet plan? hunt games, many drink, many eat?" She asks so, another change of subject. She does not understand which topics make the civilized happy and which not, it is totally alien to her. "Shayra like feast, like many drink, many eat, many punch others. Shayra happy." while saying that she turns to the queen even, and if just to see if that was now the right topic or again a fail in choice.

[13:25:38] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) was walking along the path, in his armor after trying his spell and miserably failing at it, he had a little gash on his forehead which he had tended to a bit, but it was still there... not like he could get rid of it. so he would stand a little bit aways, of coarse Hermes who acompanied him would fly off to hobble on the ground next to val and look to her chirping a bit at her. He stood off in the distance, last night was rough.... rougher still this morning, and so.... he kept a bit of his distance.... not wanting to make things worse.

[13:31:46] Valkyrie Asta Munthe stared still at the woman tilting her head some. When the carnival was mentioned, she rolled a slight shrug of her shoulders. "It will happen next week," she said quietly. "Preferably at the beginning of the week. I'll need some time to set up the booths." She then noticed Hermes coming in and taking his place beside her, to which Valk sighed and reached a hand out to pet the hawk's head. "Vincent must have sent you to look after me," she said quietly, not having noticed Vincent just yet.

[13:33:56] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees the bird suddenly arrive, the same that had been there the first time they had met at her tent. She remembers the gentle gift, the dress. She had not put it on yet - for failing to get into it, to find entry and exit. She had crawled around inside the skirt and found no exit really. But she likes it for the memory about the reason it was gifted. At the bird's presence she looks around and sees Vincent, sees also that he is wounded at the head likely. A small wound? By the distance she cannot tell, but he is not all covered in blood. She lifts her axe high. "Shayra greet guard man!" She calls over. "Then already she looks over to the queen again who spoke. Next week, all learned. "Feast good, much joy." She comments on that, and tilts her head not understanding the words towards the bird, but apparently the bird must understand, else no one would talk to him.

[13:36:32] Valkyrie Asta Munthe (asha.silvershade): brb, post over me for a couple of rounds))

[13:37:51] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) the bird looked at Val as she pet his head and e looked towards her and churttled looking from her to Vincents direction. Squaking a bit.... the bird then puffed up at the sudden shout that Shayra gave out. but soon settling... to look up at Val as if he was trying to speak to her, churtling and squaking like he was, but to no avail was he to be understood. In truth Vincent probably missed a few specks of blood from his failed casting but, who knew, When he was greeted by Shayra he would bow his head... but he didnt reply, his face seemed solid as the stone that sat behind him.

[13:41:34] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards the man, as well as the queen. Both appear pretty silent. Another civilized business? Why do those people have to be so complicated? She does not understand that. But she has no sense to ask anymore. She would not understand it anyways. She turns towards the man, walks on until she is pretty close, but sidewards too. "You talk white queen. Find name baby, early, make name easy both gender!" She suggests in her commanding tone. "Shayra no bother. Walk away. When know meeting, call? Or shall stay close, shall guard?"

[13:45:08] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he looked over to Shayra, yeah people were complicated.... very complicated, as she walked on untill she was close, "Thank you for your concern... We will think of a name." he said and half a half smile and nodded slightly "I will send hermes when the time comes." he said softly to her as he started forward, "Thank you again." he would stated lightly.... yep it was.... a bad time really... all of everything was happening.

[13:49:05] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gives him a grave nod back. Civilized people. Her thought wanders to the huge northern barbarian, if he would challenge her for a duel, a duel about her hand, to claim her as his wife, if he then would do this thing the orc had done, and that had been so interesting and exciting for her somehow. How her body had reacted. The barbarian being her only anchor in this world. "Guard well, guard man, queen no barbarian, more smart than strong. Need care, need protect, need time to think. Be strong man for queen." She grunts - this compassion is so damn new to her. "Shayra go, wait bird. Wait sound war horn." She pats her own war horn at the mentioning of one, then begins to move off unless held up.

[13:51:35] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he nodded, he knew he had to be strong, and how long could he strong for her, "Dont worry, I will be...." he said as he looked towards Val... standing his distance.... letting Shayra go off.... there haddnt been much else to say.

[06:42:57] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) opens his eyes & rolls over, noticing a pesky ray of sunlight invading his eyes and grumbles low. Sitting up now to hear those damnable birds, *Every morn' dumb birds* his eyes focusing to see that his wife was near "Dirk greet wife shayra! food dirk need, an' ale! Dun ale forget" rising from whered he'd slept, his bones creaking with a gutteral growl emitting low in his chest "Dirk glad Shayra here"

[07:29:44] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had slept with the man who had claimed her as his wife in the prior night. It was a flood of new feelings for her, and finally she had slipped into proud dreams aside of him, in his arms, under the furs. But she had woken up early, she always does, and had found him yet asleep. Just as she returns, she finds him having woken up. "Shayra bring food, bring no ale, ale no here. Bring wine, strong wine." She tells. She had already eaten, she had already practiced, before the sun had come to the sky, like the day before. "Dirk strong, Shayra want feel again! Far better than orc!" She goes on as she kneels - over the sleeping hides, on his lends again to offer him the strong breakfast, roasted, hot venison meat and strong wine.

[07:34:38] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) smiles "Shayra Strong! Hear clash of metal," his eyes scouring over the meal, grabbing a few handfuls of Roast Venison, chewing noisly, Washing down each bite with a large swallow of wine. Whilst chewing, speaks "Shayra sleep good? Dirk keep warm shayra?" bits of food spit with each word. continuing his feast til he becomes full "mm Sun come, time hunt orc"Reaching for his wine again

[07:36:44] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks over her shoulder to where the sun can be seen beginning to dye the forest in a dim green light under the foliage. "Shayra hear, Shayra strong, Dirk Strong, make Shayra warm and save." She means, proudly, when she turns her gaze again onto him. She does not expect table manners, she has none herself, and the more eager he eats, the more it tastes him as she considers. "But hunt orc later, Dirk other duty yet. Make Shayra woman!"

[07:42:02] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) smirks "Aye, dirk make woman shayra" gripping her arms and pulling her into an embrace "Shayra make happy" his eyes staring into hers with an air of arrogance about him, leaning back down on the bedfurs

[07:45:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lets the much stronger man just pull her down. She knows her value, and he had bested her in battle. Despite being in his arms, she pulls the fur stole over her head, then the tunic as well, and pulls those fur sleeping blankets over her body. "Shayra care well for Dirk, yes." She pants, the anticipation of feeling those... sleeping stead activities... again, makes her already breathless. She feels how her heart races in her chest, and also how it gets uncommonly warm in her body much lower than the heart.

[07:50:12] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) caresses Shayra gently, staring into her eyes as he glides a hand lower feeling her woman hood. his anticipation obvious as he grunts and breaths heavy "Dirk want shayra, make Shayra woman now" his hands pulling shayra on top of him with a wide grin

[07:54:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels those hands, the hands of a barbarian actually going soft? She quirks a brow. When he touches her down there it appears uncommon to her, her sexual experiences are not, by far not, the biggest, but she is very warm down there, and already covered with a sheen of lust moisture. She reaches down as he pulls her onto him, under the sleeping furs, to grab his big shaft. "Make hard!" She commands in her rough tone, and already pulls repeatedly on his shaft to try to make it hard. She is not gentle actually, she seems to be in bed like on the battlefield. His stare into her eyes, she counters with narrowed eyes, showing a glitter of demand, command and bloodlust like on the battlefield as well.

[08:00:33] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) grumbles at the woman "Dat best shayra have?" a mocking boom of laughter "Dirk rub harder in bath" his eyes a mischevous display of brutish lust for Shayra. "Now Dirk turn" Taking hold of the woman and thrusts her off of him, in the same movement slamming her to the ground as he finds himself on top of her, sliding his manhood into her silky wet womanhood, Thrusting hard, not gently like most at first. His lips meeting hers to kiss her roughly, pulling her head back by her hair to gain a better acess, biting at her neck like a hungered heathen. The mans body glowing softly in the light that crept its way into the tent, his long black hair flowing this way & That with every thrust he makes, "Shayra... Dirk... good match" he'd offer as he thrust harder, feeling her lithe muscular fram beneath him

[08:07:42] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets the man's wild vein finally to come alive, much like, likely, in the night before. That ferocious force, the rough handling of her, she really enjoys. Soft touches she barely feels, but this brute force is just to her liking. She already moans out loud, shamelessly, as he presses into her, spreads her moist tightness selfishly, and again her lower body begins to send her these feelings she had barely known before, in which she drowns and dwells. The rough kisses, the demand, the desire, she tries to counter likewise, not easy with her hair pulled back, but she works through that nevertheless. She snakes her body under him, pinned down by his weight, getting rocked over the furs under the blankets violently. "Shayra... Dirk... match!" She grunts into the panting, "Shayra gift... Dirk strong... babies!" She was taught it would be her duty, and if that was taught, it must be right. it is the tradition of her former tribe. She reaches with her hands to his shoulders, cramps her nails against his flesh to find better hold.

[08:12:14] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) groans in pleasure, sparing no force with each thrust his voice a gruff splash of nordic "Dirk likes... make... many Babies... with shayra" his eyes seeming almost vicious as if in battle. Using all his might to ensure she feels his passions. The brute hands moving now to grope at her round supple breasts, giving her nipples a resounding pinch as he feels her pants, thrusting harder seemingly with every pant she lets loose

[08:17:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets washed over a whole lot of new feelings, aside the lust, also protection, a home, a family! And for some strange reason it turns her on even more. Given she is by far not as sexually experienced as he might be, she just slings her firm legs around his hips, to enforce his thrusts even more. She moans in hacked off sounds at any thrust, and wants to intensify that by giving him even more momentum on each thrust. A steam of sweat and lust hangs under the hides blanket that covers their body. "Dirk... Shayra... clan own!" She groans, and feels already how her entire body's muscles begin to tense up, more and more, from the flood of sexual sensation being pounded into her.

[08:22:18] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) nods between thrusts, gripping her shoulders to ensure she doesnt slide away with the thrusts, further enhancing the rough pounding she was recieving, "Clan...family..Dirk happy...shayra good wife" his sexual emotions coming close to gripping him in an ecstasy of orgasmic proportions, knowing full well he wanted to impregnate Shayra as was custom for his tribe. eyes full of lust now as he emits a mix of grunts and moans loudly enough that a animal of some kind scurried away from the outside of the tent in fear that a wild animal was making the noise

[08:28:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets more and more tensed up, by that also more and more silent. Only abruptly and short, but the faster she pants. The nails on his shoulder's flesh dig harder against him, her legs begin to shiver when pulling him against herself, just for a few moments though, then it explodes in her. She orgasms, hard, something not really known to her, she had not even really touched herself in her past. Aside that one incident with the black skinned orc, this is the first real sex of her life. She screams in her orgasm as it floods her with an intensity never felt!

[08:32:17] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) releases inside of Shayra, his body falling back to the bedfurs to relax his tense aching muscles, breathing hard "Shayra...woman" his eyes staring up at the tent roof with a grin of satisfaction

[08:36:58] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) remains laying yet for a while, breathing hard, spent and dwelling in the feeling of the warm fluid inside of her which this man had put into her. She does not know what that is, but it feels great. She feels it even distribute a bit into her womb somehow. "Shayra woman... Dirk know well make woman. Dirk made many girl woman?" She turns to her side to look at him for a while. "Shayra never such felt. No knew what do, but feel good. Shayra again." She informs him then, and already snakes one leg over his pelvis, pushes herself up to come to kneel basically, legs left and right of his hip, her sex framing his wet shaft. Slowly she moves her hips back and forth to feel the shaft between her folds, without yet entering. She looks down, does not know if what she makes is right or will work at all, or if one can only do that with the woman laying on her back.

[08:41:14] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) shakes his head "Dirk not make woman before, none strong nuff' to make woman....shayra strong ...dirk wife strong" his eyes showing a great pride in Shayra as he stares into her gaze, feeling his chest rise and fall with each deep breath, allowing shayra to stradle him. his smile turning to a mischevous grin "More want? Shayra like much" his manhood becoming hard again

[08:46:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets even more proud - having been his first woman, including perhaps all the raid victims he had raided or he does not count those even. But she is what he perhaps saved himself for, the right challenge. Yes, that makes her proud. She feels how his wet shaft gets hard again, feels it between her folds as she rubs herself over the entire length. When it is hard, she pushes herself up a bit, takes the shaft to plant it vertically beneath her, and impales herself all the way down on it. "Shayra want more! Shayra body never felt, feels good! Much joy! Make on battle field, with dead enemy around!" Yes that would be the topping on the cake. She begins to pump herself up and down, but with bent knees it does not work well enough, so she rips the fur blanket aside and gets to her feet, which stand aside his chest, so she can move her hips faster, harder, up and down. She finds out that this way she can work and test how she likes it best - hard and rough in general, but the special angle that stimulates her special spots the most and the hardest.

((the rest was FTB'ed for RL playtime reasons. Later the day...))

[09:48:07] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) stoops low, blowing on the cinders to stoke the fire anew, tossing a bit of fur into the starting flames to make for kindling. Fire roaring now he stands and grunts, looking around for a good spot to sit and sharpen his sword

[09:51:15] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had fallen asleep again after that other session, from being so exhausted. After waking up again, she had taken a big wine skin to drink greedily from it, wrapped the fur clothes about her body and stepped out of the tent. The sun is blinding her for a moment, but that is nothing uncommon, moments later she looks around, seeing Dirk sitting at the fire, working it up to burn nicely. "Shayra awake again!" She commands, and walks over. Placing herself broad legged in front of him, she looks to the sky. "Shayra feel goddess proud Dirk, proud Shayra. Today day of blood, wolf blood!" And with that she turns her gaze taunting, challengingly, onto him. "Shayra wrestle in fur, now feel ready slay wolf."

[09:55:30] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) bellows with laughter, sliding his legs apart to allow Shayra room "Wrestle Dirk in Skins, now slay mutt" clapping a huge hand to his knee, his bellows & grunts of laughter loud and thunderous, pulling a wine skin from nearby, draining it and growling now as he tips over the wine skin and shaking it in hopes of a drop, though none comes "Dirk not happy, Drink gone" his brow furrowing with the words

[09:59:08] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards the skin. She has a few skins in the tent, not many, but restocking can be done any time anyways. She is far from too lazy for that. So she vanishes there to bring him a new - and the one she had opened before for herself as well. She tosses his to him to catch out of the air. "Shayra sleep, Shayra eat, Shayra fight, Shayra feast... and now Shayra new daytask: Shayra wrestle." The term wrestling has a new meaning for her obviously: Sex. She likes that, indeed, a lot now that she had experienced it for real. "Dirk drink, then come tent. Shayra help armor. Today is day of blood, of wolf blood!"

[10:06:41] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) waves off Shayra's advances thinking Shayra was wanting sex again & catches the wineskin "Shayra wrestle much, dirk tired" truth be told this wasnt the whole truth for Dirk had one thing on his mind and sex wasnt it. He thirsted for blood! Wine seemingly not enough to sate his appetite for bloodshed "Dirk need fight, bloodshed dirk happy" his sword sliding from its resting place to find its way into the sheath at his back "Dirk drink, Dirk eat, Dirk mate, Now dirk want blood" his eyes staring wildly into the flames "help armor Shayra do" standing now and trodding off towards a nearby bush to relieve himself "Go tent after, Dirk much drink, dirk piss" his laugh returning once again

[10:10:37] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had not wanted sex now, just had counted how the perfect day looks from waking up to going back to bed, especially with the fighting part in the middle. She takes his reply though as confirmation of her words anyways. And so, while he goes to the bush to empty himself of surely a few liters of wine, she goes to put on her battle garment already, finishing with hanging her old tribe's warhorn to her belt. "Dirk many blood, much honor today!" She calls out, as if to command him to better do that, but she cannot speak other anyways, "Shayra also many blood! Much honor our clan!"

[10:12:17] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) roars out a battlecry in response to Shayra "Blood & Honor!" making his way now to the tent to tend his armor

[10:16:20] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) turns to look over her shoulder as he enters, having heard the battle cry. "May we make wolf girl lament!" She growls her reply to that, and turns to him. She begins to strip him down for all but the sword that hangs over his shoulder, then, first, takes the iron pants of his armor, to let him get in and fasten the straps in place, then the boots, and finally the chest armor, assuring it sits firm and secure. Pauldrons and arms as well as the helm she leaves to him, just helps to fasten the straps as well. "Dirk seen by wolf, wolf fear. Dirk Strong!" She snorts as she slams her fist against his chest armor to indicate task done.

[10:24:51] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) clenches his fists, a resounding crackle of his knuckles fills the air "Dirk strong! Dirk crush wolf skull 1 blow" his arrogance prevailing "Make wolf cry mama, make dead whole family" stepping into his pants and legguards, allowing her to fasten his armor straps and ready him for combat "Shayra make great clan Queen. Dirk make great Warcaller" his eyes falling to Shayra "Shayra much honor bring to clan! Proud Dirk is" reaching into a small pouch to produce bone powder and a bottle of orcish blood "Warpaint make shayra" giving them to her before checking to be sure his armor was fastened tightly. To his great pleasure he see's shayra has indeed done well with his gear then reaches for something else in his pouch, holding out his hand to Shayra, inside his palm a small Crest emblazoned with a Bear & several markings of tribal dialect "Give Shayra, Dirk father gave Dirk, Clan Mark it is" knowing well what honor he is giving the woman "Keep safe" his eyes falling to her, moving close to rest his forehead against hers "Shayra Dirk side stay, dirk no want dead wife, fight as one we must"

[10:34:14] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels how her heart swells in pride, grows, and booms nearly through her ripcage at all the praise. She is his, he had beaten her, her loyalty belongs to him. Yes, she wants to be his clan queen. Her eyes tell that. She does not know the term love, and if she would have known it she would have underestimated it and laughed about it. But still she is proud of such a strong man to have her, knows well that such is very honorable itself already for a woman - just as vice versa likely. She takes so, at first, the blood and powder, but mixes it both into a dark past unlike he had used it, one after the other. That dark paste she smeers over her eyes, from temple to temple. Then she gets the emblem of his clan, a bear symbol. She cannot read, but that alone is a mighty beast, strong and smart. A good totem, just like her own is the snake. She comes from the deserts, bears are known but not present there. "Dirk much honor Shayra, Shayra never shame Dirk, never leave Dirk side! Shayra swear in name goddess!" She replies in definite and real, and voice reflected awe, staring at the symbol. Over time she would learn surely how to best fight at his side, how they can add to each other best. "Shayra no want dead man, but if man die, die under pile of enemy!" Death is not the worst, as long as it is honorable...

[10:38:26] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) smiles back at his wife and scoffs "Die on top, big pile dirk make" his gaze adverting to the tents entryway, readying for the sunlight to sting his eyes. "Shayra bring honor always, Dirk stay shayra, never leave" clasping his fist to his chest in a barbaric salute "Death not bad, die in battle best honor can be for Dirk"

[10:43:21] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) grunts as a confirmation in reply. Enough had been said. Where he goes she goes, where she goes, he goes. At least as a goal, as at times the ways will part to organize two things on different ends. But the idea is there, and lived. And should she even one day not be able to walk into battle for whatever reason, she will await him in the tent for his return, victorious return of course. Should he then not return anymore, she will tell his children about what kind of hero he was. She marches past him, outside. "Shayra too!" She grunts, meaning all that for herself too, "Shayra want seek mask man. Want see when where battle. Mask man no good, try get gold from Shayra, Shayra pay fight his battle, no honest."

[10:46:20] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) booms a vicious commanding shout "NO PAY! PAY IN BLOOD! BONE & SINEW BREAK! masked man Puny man" dirk straightens himself to full height "Dirk smash if he coward. War no place cowards!" his voice ending in a finale grunt of arrogant fury

[10:48:25] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stands impressed from the blink of an eye. She always is by such enthusiasm. The she just stretches her fist into the air and falls in with a melodic battle cry. She would walk with him, even against a superiority of enemies, any time....

((later the day...))

[13:58:14] Bradock (katarr) descends from the path leading to Warden's Keep, a whistle of a soft upbeat tone emitting from under his breath as he turns the first corner of Aberwyth to enter the Ugly Ducking Tavern. Upon arriving, he preforms a small greeting towards all of those around in a shallow nodding of his head before motioning towards the barmaid. As he summons her forward, Bradock reaches for a chair and pulls it out before he lowers himself into the seat with a soft groan. With a glance to the barmaid for her to read today's menu to him, the dark haired male simply shrugs and orders himself a small meal before relaxing into the wooden seat beneath him.

[14:02:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lingers basically on the townsquare, or waits there rather, for him cannot be seen. She is though in full battle gear, at times normal for her, but this time also with battle paint made of bone dust and orc blood in the face. She looks grim into nothingness, thinks, which is hard enough, focuses on something. Only briefly her narrowed eyes go to the man who went past her, to the tavern, to eat and drink. Helga, the bar maid, had already tried to wave her in, but today she does not think of ordering her three to seven liters of grog or wine. Not yet. It takes a while until she realizes actually that the man is also a fighter. She then actually steps into the tavern. "Shayra greet fighter. Fighter be wolfman?" She grunts in a savage dialect.

[14:08:26] Bradock (katarr) | As the barmaid returns to him with a hot glass of tea, Bradock wraps his fingers around the mug and raises it to his lips. He lightly blows upon the steaming liquid within the mug before he takes a tentative sip. Immediately, his eyes widen and tongue sticks out. "Hooooot." He complains, panting his dog like a dog left out in the heat of a hot summer day. Setting the mug down, the smell and sound of shifting armor catches his attention as he glances to the woman approaching him. Any battle paint she may of been wearing did not seem to bother him, as he blinks in confusion regarding her actual words regarding him. "Huh? Wolfman?" He requires a moment to think upon her words before he seems to come to a conlcusion. "Umm, no, I'm not a 'wolf' man. Or at least I think I'm not... why?"

[14:12:26] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has to visibly focus on what the man speaks, it is difficult as some sentences are quite long for her brain. It leads to her narrowing her eyes further. "Shayra, Dirk, hired by shadow man, shadow man want fight wolfs. So Shayra want know: You fight wolf, or you be wolf!" She repeats. Unlike the question before, her words now sound like a command. "Shayra strong! Shayra no fear wolf, Shayra slay wolf, make wolf girl lament dead!" Also that sounds like a command for some reason. She points to his double handed blade on his back. "You fighter, you fight wolf? You want honor?"

[14:17:29] Bradock (katarr) glares down onto the hot mug of tea, as if it were now his biggest adversary in his life at the moment. Tentatively, he reaches for the mug once again so that he coudl raise it to his lips. Lightly blowing at the drink, he glances to the woman once more, eyebrow curious raising as she speaks. "Whose Shayra and who is Dirk?" What would follow would be a plethora of questions for him to fully gain a grasp of what she was saying. "I'm a fighter, though, I wouldn't phrase it that way.." He then briefly looks to the sword along his back. "WHo is the shadow man? And, how much is he paying?"

[14:22:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) steps closer to where the man is eating and places a foot onto the chair to his right, the axe hilt pommel as well, and leans with crossed arms on the top of the axe. "I Shayra, Shayra strong! Dirk man Shayra, bested Shayra, Shayra his wife." She explains, and the dose of pride in her words is more than clear. "Man no pay, but fight many honor, many fame! Fighter fight, else shame." She is a tribal warrior, a raid tribe warrior. Fighting for money is alien to her yet. "Wolf people bad people, shadow man say, must fight. Can make blade silver for gold. Strange, but Shayra no know why. Fight good, always good." Helga already brings her a mug of grog, even without asking, she always drinks that here, and usually masses of it.

[14:27:52] Bradock (katarr) finishes blowing upon his glass of tea and raises it to his lips so that he could take a tentative sip from it once again. This time, it doesn't quite scald his tongue, allowing him to occasionally drink from the glass as he converses with the Tribal Warrior. "So, you fight for fame and honor, not money?" And to an extent, he seemed to enjoy the simplicity of it, causing a grin to form along his lips. "Sounds like fun." Another sip of tea is taken as Helga returns with the mug of Grog. "Shayra strong, eh? Well, I'd love to test that out..." And there it was, his own exposure of pride, followed by his own desire to fight. Battle ran through his blood just as much as the tribal woman. "I'll make you a deal. Let's have a match, you versus me. If I win, I'll find a way to help you. I win, you owe me a favor, deal?"

[14:32:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) grabs that one liter mug as soon as it comes, and while she drinks, she listens. She drinks fast, as usual, so fast that quite some of it runs down from the brinks of her lips over her front. "Shayra fight honor, fame, Shayra fight fun! Big joy drive enemy before, big joy hear women lament!" She announces in her commanding tone, "Shayra need no pay battle, Shayra take from dead hand!"At the challenge though she looks up and over to the man. "Shayra follow shadow man battle, his battle, help him. Shayra no need help, Shayra strong!" She growls so, "but say, how want test? Shayra no fear!"

[14:37:48] Bradock (katarr) leans back within his seat, head tilting to one side as Helga finally brings the man his meal, one that appears to be some sort of stew with a type of meat and potato in it. As he converses with Shayra, the mug is placed along the wooden table so that he could stir the stew for it to cool. "Shay sounds like a good sparring partner then. How about, you versus me, outside of Aberwyth - nothing but fists. First one to bleed, or be grappled loses. You don't need help, fair enough. Loses owes the winner a favor of their choice, that sound fair to you, Shayra?"

[14:42:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shrugs to that. "Man shadow may need help. Shayra no know, Shayra slay many, then slay many wolf." The grog mug is empty and gets slammed onto the table. She does not sense a trap by him wanting to fight outside the town, does not even think of asking why he would want that there. "Shayra accept, Punch, no wrestle, man no touch Shayra like Dirk may, Dirk bested Shayra, Shayra wife of Dirk. Punch, kick, no hug!" She states, commands, her conditions. Being a wife of someone is totally new to her yet, it had happened just the day before, surprisingly actually, but that is in most cases quite normal for people of her tribe when away from the tribe. "Winner owe favor loser. No dishonor favor, yes?"

[14:49:51] Bradock (katarr) | Just as Bradock was about to begin eating his meal, Shayra accepts his challenge. Something that he genuinely was not expecting. He suddenly rises from his seat with a large, almost giddy grin upon his features. "Yeah? Alright! No one ever let's me spar with them. This'll be fun!" He quick addresses Helga by waving his hand dismissively towards her. "Tell Gerald I owe him for the stew." This was apparently, enough to satisfy the woman as she begins to collect the uneaten stew of the Warden. "Hey, Bradock got a wife himself." He seems to have picked up her low accent, completely by accident and without realization. "So Shayra no touch Bradock the way Shayra touch Dirk, okay? No dishonorable favor, yes." That large grin still along his facial features as he pushes the wooden seat beneath the table. "Come." A motion of a waving hand signals for her to follow him.

[14:53:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods grimly, yet she had not understood the part of not touching him sexually. It was too many words in a row, more than five, without comma or dot. She cannot understand that due to low brain capacity. But she would never do that anyways. If Dirk rapes raid victims she does not care, her body belongs to him, tradition of her tribe. She turns to follow him. The man seems to wear clothes, light armor perhaps, or medium at max unless there is something hidden under the garment in terms of chain mail or likewise. Does not matter though. "First blood..." She reassures for herself, and follows him. She enjoyes to spar, day in day out really, near as much as to fight for real.

[15:02:32] Bradock (katarr) leads the woman through the winding roads of Aberwyth, descending several flights of steps until they come to a road that they divert from to walk into a lush green field. Once within it, Bradock leans over and touches his own toes, he even extends his arms high over head and twists his body from left to right, each action causes a small popping of his joints throughout the stretch. "Alright!" Tucking his elbows into his sides and tightening his fists a sudden barrier erects all around Bradock, a barrier of light translucent purple magic that collapses into the man and coasts his entire body in a small glow of magic. Just as soon as The Mage Shield become apparent, it vanishes, leaving the barrier that was just cast upon him invisible, only to appear when needed to defend him. "Because I am a gentleman..." The man's legs part, knees bend and fists raise until they were just a few inches from his face. "Ladies first."

[15:07:28] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had followed him. to the forests, close to the tunnel of the wayward. She is young, and usually always busy moving, working, practicing her fight. Barely a moment of the day passes for her without that, except for times in the tavern. As the man warms up, she steps to the closeby rock and lays her axe onto it, the sword, the bow. Then she losens the straps of her pauldrons as well, puts them onto the pile. The iron protector around her neck she leaves on, just as the metal chain top, which is unusual for her. "You mage!" She growls low, a note of hatred or even fury swinging in her voice. Even her gaze tells that she hates mages, does not trust them. "Need coward magic to beat Shayra! You no honor?!"

[15:12:38] Bradock (katarr) raises an eyebrow from above his fists. Keeping himself fluid on his feet, his shifts his weight back and forth from one foot to the next, causing him to sway ever so slightly as he awaits het to prepare herself. "I am a Mage, of sorts. I promise, no more magic. Just fists." He playfully winks back at her from where he stands. "I just had to make sure you don't accidentally break my bones. Shayra IS strong after all, right?"

[15:17:25] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not trust mages one single bit, not a slightly and tiny bit. But then she has no clue what they are really capable of - which is likely the reason for the distrust. "Shayra strong!" She grunts back at the taunt, "mage scared! Ha!" Again she goes to the pile of armor and weapons, and unstraps the irons around her forearms. "So, mage no fear pretty nose." She barks at that, and turns towards him. No, she does not do further warming up, she had sparred the entire day - on different ways actually, as preparation for the battle against the wolf people. Well, the sex was not for that. She approaches, easily to the battle dancing man, and just when she is yet two steps away, she makes a fast leap forwards, aiming at his very fists or lower arms in attempt to punch his own fist against his own face or such.

[15:17:54] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be04): 37, Fist Punch against Bradock (2 dmg)
[15:17:54] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):37
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[15:18:13] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be05): 111, Reflex

[15:27:06] Bradock (katarr) nods his head somewhat as he continues to keep himself fluid, eyes ever upon his opponent as she continues to ready herself. "I do rather like my nose in tact, yes." He was stil lgrinning throughout all of this, despite Shayra's rather evident hatred for magic. It was something that completely unphased him. The truth of the matter was, Bradock just enjoyed a chance to fight, a chance to test his mettle and go toe to toe with someone. It was a trait that it would seem he and the Barbarian woman shared in. As she comes running towards him, the null colored hues of his eyes narrow in anticipation. His entire weight shifts to his hindleg as he ducks beneath the blow aimed at his hands and arms, her fists would fly directly over his head, catching nothing but air. In retaliation, he balls his right hand into a fist and sends it swinging towards Shayra and an exposed portion of her abdomen and slightly off to the side in an attempt for the fist to connect with her ribs.

[15:27:21] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be06): 94, Fighting (2 Damage)
[15:29:05] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be07): 143, Reflexes/Defense
[15:29:05] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):143
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0

[15:32:47] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) alters but her stance a bit, bending her knees to do so, so the fist of the man does not go against her rips but against the iron shoulder belt. "Mageling good!" She compliments, despite he is a mage of sorts. Fighting is pure fun for her, and so she likes it if her enemies have something to offer in that sorts. Nothing worse than an enemy that is no challenge or dies on first sneeze. She still stands close though, the strength of the man, his agility are interesting to her, but what she does might be a bit uncommon: She pretends to want to ram him with that one remaining, highly pointy and hard bull horn on her belt - a feint of course - in real she swings her right fist in high arch from above, a hammer bash try against the top of his head or forehead.

[15:33:06] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be08): 67, Fist Punch against Bradock (2 dmg)
[15:33:07] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):67
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[15:33:23] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be09): 142, Reflex

[15:40:39] Bradock (katarr) swings his fist at the woman's waist, only for it to connect with her belt. A sudden wince in pain comes from him as his fist retracts. "Yow!" His hand instantly retracts from the metal and shakes out the pain of having just connected with a metal source with the momentum he had placed behind the strike. His eyes rise towards her belt which seem to be coming towards him. And, just as he was about to react, his peripheral vision catches the hammer like motion she was attempting to bash along the top of his head. He first, barely manages to slip away from her fist by leaping to one side in avoidance. He would then, lift a foot and bring it forward in a wide arch kicked, that is aimed at her flank once more - apparently, he didn't learn his lesson the last time he tried to attack her ribs.

[15:40:54] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be0a): 84, Fighting (2 damage)
[15:41:58] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be0b): 112, Reflexes/Defense
[15:41:58] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):112
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0

[15:44:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is more than clearly enjoying this fight, both that she had not yet hit - which means he is good to her - as that he had not yet hit - as that might be shamefully mean that she is weak. When the kick comes against her flank again, she turns around, half, quick, and slaps the shin aside with her sheer elbow, slight pain inflicted maybe, nothing lethal though. Right again she strikes herself, in the drawback motion, again the elbow, towards his very right waist. That strike is accompanied with a mean roar, a battle cry in a way, to gather the most of her strength.

[15:45:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be0c): 158, Fist Punch against Bradock (2 dmg)
[15:45:00] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):158
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[15:45:54] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be0d): 99, Reflex

[15:50:37] Bradock (katarr) feels his kick being deflected by her hand catching his shin and sending it back, this, completely sends Bradock off balance though as he leg was essentially deflected back at him. He staggers for a bit, and this exactly stagger and broken root is the perfect time for her to land an attack against him. As her elbow connects with his side, Bradock lets forth a soft "Agh!" In pain as the blow connects. As both feet begin to plant themselves along the ground, pain uns throughout the side of his body as a rather fine bruise was most assuredly forming beneath his clothing. To counter, Bradock sets his focus back onto Shayra. "hey, you're pretty good yourself!" Though, this compliment is said with a grin, his hand balls into a fist and swings in a wide arch aimed at the woman's face in a rather hell-mary type of swing with a great amount of strength put behind it.

[15:50:49] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be0e): 66, Fighting (2 damage)
[15:51:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be0f): 56, Reflexes/Defense
[15:51:59] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):56
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0

[16:00:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had gotten not fast enough away from him, and then the compliment. She is damn proud, her pride is a weak spot in her, she is very accessible with compliments, and so she just wants to straighten up and grin to comment something to his compliment, as she already sees that big fist fly towards her. Barely she manages to turn away her face, a pain comes still, at the side of her head, a throbbing pain. And it makes her stumble away. There though she finally manages to laugh. Even if her vision is a bit blurry for a moment, she laughs, then grins. She likes. And she likes it a lot. Again though she uses that stumbling away for her counter attack: She spins around further, tenses up and goes low, to kick against the side of her left lower leg - with the leather part of her boot, not the iron part.

[16:01:24] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be10): 117, Kick against Bradock (2 dmg)
[16:01:24] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):117
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[16:01:35] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be11): 119, Reflex

[16:09:16] Bradock (katarr) retracts his fist upon feeling the connection with her. He immediately draws back and, manages to return the grin she had shot towards him. Despite the pain that was throbbing through the entire flank of his body, he quite loved the chance to fight against an opponent that tested him. Squaring off once more with her, her leg rising to aim towards him is caught and, just as she did, he catches the kick by blocking it with the palm of his hand. And then, with a light push, sends her leg back towards her in an attempt to catch her off balance. He follows this by yet another punch, though, this one does not aim towards her face, but once again towards her abdomen.

[16:09:28] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be12): 152, Fighting (1 Damage)
[16:09:49] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be13): 130, Reflexes/Defense
[16:09:49] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):130
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0

[16:13:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) runs basically by her spin directly into the new attack, She topples back from that hit against her abdomen, just above the heavy iron belt likely. She holds that spot, looks down. A hint of severe worries can be seen in her gaze. She feels again, no, the entire belly is covered by iron, and what is beneath the belly too. She lifts her gaze again, approvingly. Another nod of respect. Then she charges in against him, wild, strong, fast, brutal, savage, to just ram him off his feet or such with her shoulder against his very center, where chest and belly connect, the rip cage ends.

[16:13:24] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be14): 21, Ram attack against Bradock (2 dmg)
[16:13:24] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):21
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[16:14:02] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be15): 68, Reflex

[16:20:14] Bradock (katarr) once again retracts his hand and shakes it rather quickly, evaporating the pain that were coursing through it from connecting. Just as was doing this though, his eyes widen as she begins to charge towards him. "Whoa!" The short distance between the two made the charge a near hit, in fact it would brush against his injured side as he -barely- manages to side step the attack. Though, he would successfully do so none the less. Fighting past he pain in his side, Bradock laces both fingers and raises his hands high over head. As she charges past him, he would send both hands flying downwards in an attempt to crash into the woman's back in a clubbing motion while she's charging.

[16:20:27] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be16): 85, Fighting (1 damage)
[16:20:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be17): 7, Reflexes/Defense
[16:20:46] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):7
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0

[16:24:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not slam against his chest or belly, instead charging past him due to his sidestep, and feeling a hammer on her back that basically sends her flat down to the ground. At once she spins to her back to ready herself against further attacks, but then she relaxes. "Shayra no bleed, but fight man no bad, despite use magic like coward!" She commands, and gifts him a wide toothy grin. She makes no effort to stand up alone, indicating to accept being defeated in this sparring. "So what favor mageling want?"

[16:30:27] Bradock (katarr) | Shayra hitting the ground causes a wince from the man. Though, any sympathy fades from him as he witnesses the woman turns back to him and grins, a toothy grin that he returns in earnest. "I just like my nose in tact, okay? It is my best feature." Despite clinging to his side, he takes a few steps towards her until he was in range of her and extends a free hand towards her, an offer to assist her in standing. "You're pretty good. My favor?" There seemed to be little need to further think on what he desired from her. "In three days, assuming you haven't been seriously injured yourself - we will meet again at The Ugly Duckling, have a drink, then come back out here for another brawl. How does that sound?"

[16:34:30] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lets herself be helped to stand up, uncommon, but done this time. "Three day, then drink, yes." She grunts while getting to her feet, then outright goes to fetch her gear from the stone. "Mageling no smart, drink Shayra then brawl. Shayra drink more than hand, more than hand grog, and one heavy grog, did so last time." She laughs once more, guttural, hearty. "Shayra grow barbarians, barbarian man drink much, demand Shayra drink much. You no stand feet after." Yes, there is mocking included in that, but in real she had drunken men under the table, civilized men at least, and not few had wondered how so much fits into her body that is noticeably small for a barbarian - her personal nightmare anyways.

[16:41:01] Bradock (katarr) continues to rub at the side of his body, rubbing along the flank she had attacked him once he assists her in standing. He would then, release her hand and retreat to a respectable distance from her. "We're not getting drunk, we'll just drink a bit so we can dull the pain of each other's attacks. Seriously, you hit pretty hard." The idle rubbing of his side ceases for his arms to fall to his side. "I bet you could drink me under the table. Its been a long time since I was nineteen, I haven't quite kept up my drinking habits. My tolerance has probably dropped through the floor." While he says this in humor, his grin falls for a moment in realization that, the statement probably went far over her barbarian head. "Umm, I'm just... out of practice in drinking." He simplifies.

[16:47:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) turns with the heavy, ancient and sharp axe in her fist, eyes narrowed due to the long sentences. There had been men who did not even understand how they had upset her, before she split their heads or necks for it. But he gets the curve. "Shayra strong! Get stronger much! Dirk strong, Dirk no accept weak woman!" She commands again, "mageling man want punch, next time no magic. Briefly she takes that axe to the left hand, eases her hair as it looks, yet in real just wants to fan the spot he had hit on her head before, the bruise pulses warm, the black hair under the sun just warms it the more. "Shayra drink man, then punch man. Then Shayra win! Man do favor then!" She nods gravely, but the entire brawl had amused her. It is a game, challenges are a game, honor debt, even if the duels end with one death. There is no way to decline, or her dead ancestors would haunt her and not allow her into the goddess' paradise to sit at the feasting table in honor and fame with her, with the goddess proud of her.

[16:53:55] Bradock (katarr) cranes his head to glance from left to right, preforming a quick visual scan of the area, something he had not done since their brawl had begun. Valesk could prove to be a dangerous place, after all. "Bradock get much stronger too." There was a simplicity about her that was somewhat comforting. "You don't want me to use magic? The magic didn't help much accept for some minor protection. But, if that is your wish, I shall oblige." This is normally a time where Bradock would bow. Yet, the pain in his side would make such painful. Instead, he would bow his head towards the Barbarian woman in respect. "No magic then. Next time, we'll have a drink or two and then spar again. If YOU win, it will be your turn to ask for a favor."

[16:57:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has not understood all, but enough. "If Bradock coward, need magic, Shayra fight naked. Already done, cost more than hand lives, more than hand men dead." She brags, in real talking about her one most important fight - well after the fight of the other barbarian now claiming her. "Mage Bradock dare fight naked?" Another guttural laughter. She turns, though not back to town, back to the Wayward where her camp is.

[17:02:06] Bradock (katarr) scratches at the back of his head at her question. He did not seem embarrassed by it. Nor did he appear to be shy away from it. But, instead, his mind wracks back and forth as he tries consider -why- they would fight naked. "I, umm, don't really see the benefit in fighting naked. Though I would. But. how would my junk hanging out be any different than fighting in normal clothing... or at least in pants?" This was something that particularly boggled his brain. For, in his logical mind, there was no real difference.

[17:08:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shrugs. "Mageling need magic protection, be equal Shayra, so mageling fear Shayra armor. No armor, no fear. Both naked, fair!" Is her explanation. It appears simple to her, logical, and if there would be a pantie or not, she would not even mind. "If mageling shy, mageling tell. Shayra no shy, Shayra strong! Shayra no need armor mageling!" She walks up to him, to his side though as to pass him. Being aside of him she would punch his shoulder, not hard, hard but not hurting rather. "Mageling Shayra drink three days. Until then mageling decide, decide magic, decide naked!" In act she had already went topless to the tavern even, which caused some reactions, she had not minded, she feels herself a bit like a man of her tribe yet, just in a more curvy body. "Shayra go now."

[07:35:44] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) comes from the tent. She goes straight to her practicing tree. Another two sessions also that tree would not survive, she had already hacked down two others just to practice. She smiles though, her markings of animal blood and guts are still visible, just as how she had already hacked into the tree the day before. She draws her blade once more. The day before she had practiced to hit the spots securely, either with the sharp or the broad sides of her blade. So there she resumes today. Grabbing her blade firmly with both hands, she first lays the broad of the blade against her forehead, nods her head against it and closes her eyes briefly. Then she begins to swing: achilles tendon, heart, solar plexus, neck left, neck right, sharp and broad side of the blade, throat, temples, again both variants with the blade, both sides. Repeat! Slow at first from the sleep yet sticking in her bones, she gets more and more fast.

[07:40:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels how the training warms her, how the muscles' play, tensed as she holds them, gets smoother. She soon is back in pace with those marked spots, and so she soon stops that. It works, even while she thinks about what the white queen had said, about how she will gift a baby to Dirk. Basically she has to do this new thing where she lays with the man, and enjoy until he blurts this sticky white stuff into her belly. That is not only simple. Thinking of it, she could again right away, it is sensational joyous! TWAK, SLACK, TWAK, TWAK... the blows against the spots still come as they are supposed to. She considers to be ready for the next stage.

[07:46:11] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) paces away from the tree a bit, a good bit. She regards it, as if it was a real enemy, standing there, waiting for her... or no, not waiting for her for the beginning. She decides that he is dizzy and stunned for this first time, after a hard battle. Killing a man with his back to her is no challenge, even if he is in real a tree. She brings the blade down, with both hands, holds it diagonally down along the line and to the rear of her right leg. Then she charges against the stunned tree, man, whatever. With secure, swift and strong leaps she runs towards it, and soon before running into it, she jumps aside and past the tree, rips her blade up! TWAKRRRRRRSHHHHHHHT! Landing well behind the tree she notices that her blade is missing from her hand. She turns - the blade is hacked deep into the remaining tree trunk, where the neck would be. Would that be a human, or an orc, she would have cut off the head or half the head from the chin to the top. She smirks: "That be black skin orc, Shayra kill!" and goes to retrieve the blade. It had shown her though that not only she can hit that one type of slashes, she also needs another enemy. A blade usually does not stick in the enemy's soft areas like that.

[07:49:47] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) seeks another, a more thin, younger tree that is neither as high. She diligently paints her markings to the trunk again. A very thin enemy. She is not content, but it does not help. In front of that tree she begins to swirl her body, does pirouettes. After each full turn she tries to slash with her sword against one of those spots, or to stab against the other ones. Now that is much more difficult! To fight from an angle that she could not see her enemy from before! That's gonna need a lot of practice.

[07:54:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) works to practice that new motion, to find how to do it best, how to see her target earlier. Finally she finds out, after quite some time, to turn her head most and first, let the body follow while building up a lot of tension from the turn in her body. The strike becomes harder by that, faster too. Good! Now practicing! But that she makes yet at the old thick tree - the thin one she needs for the running motion attacks.

[07:59:41] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) practices those spins, long times, again and again, against various of the spots painted onto the tree, resembling vital spots on a human or orc, male sized. She does not even notice the fairy to fly by in her concentration. But the tree twitches more and more at each blow from the various spots she hacks or pierces. Spin, hack, spin, thrust, all the time. She is enduring and patient with what she wants to learn, she does not get distracted from works to do, from books to read, from discussions to be had. She will make the breakfast for Dirk later, he will sleep yet a while anyways. Now is training time...

[08:02:28] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) moves to the thin tree after a while to also practice the strikes from running, or out of jumping against the enemy. She wants to be able to hit those spots correctly out of sheer motion, fast motion. She does it, hence, as if she would be in a real battle - there is no time to think, fight by instinct, get the motion into the instinct to have the body do it when it is needed, not when the brain considers a while and decides then. There is no time for brain in battle for her! Fighting, winning, killing, no thinking!

((Later the day...))

[09:52:34] Emilya Ashdene zips about from tree to tree peering at the leafs before zipping down towards one of the rocks .. crawling over as she spied a dikini .. emerald green gaze peering over the edge at the barbarian thing curiously.

[09:54:41] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sits on the ledge of a stone, quietly sharpening and oiling her axe. It is a near meditative work for her, so she currently cares not much about what happens around her, cannot care much, at least not for the more silent visitors. She, herself, just hums a barbarian tune about honor, strength and defeating many enemies.

[09:56:25] Emilya Ashdene 's head tilted to one side at the humming tune .. fluttering her wings behind her as she leaned over the ledge listening in .. a few tiny pebles start to roll down the cliff from her half leaning over half fluttering in the rocks abouve.

[10:00:11] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) notices the pebbles that fall down aside of her, acknowledging that someone must be above. Someone who sneaks up on her apparently as there is no greeting or else. A predator so, maybe the black skinned orc! She does not stop her humming, she just, covered by the big blade of her double bladed axe, alters the position of her feet under herself, so that she can jump up any second. Still pretending to not have noticed anything, she continues - for the looks and ears only though, internally she is all tensed up, ready to strike...

[10:04:02] Emilya Ashdene tilted her head to one side as she watched the other cauriously.. seeing tiny movments but nothing more .. fluttering her wings she ziped up and over to one side landing on the grass even with the strange dikini .. eyeing it curiously as not to enterupt the humming for the time being .. though now she was staring in plain sight with those emerald green eyes.

[10:07:05] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) notices a motion to her right even through the curtain of hair hair, hearing something landing on the floor. Without much haste, seeing the person standing there, she alters the hold of the axe so that the thorn on the top of the hilt points that way. Then only she looks over by turning her head. "Who you? Sneak up Shayra no smart!" She grunts in a commanding tone, her voice modulated into something that sounds like a command. She regards the strange woman, her eyes painted by a bar of black, a mix of bone powder and orc blood - smellable so.

[10:10:38] Emilya Ashdene tilted her head to one side as she watched .. the dikini seeming to have stoped the humming .. she pouted a bit ad flutterd her wings as she skiped to one side keeping her eyes on the other though staying a distance still as she huffed puffing her cheeks up trying to look menecing .. though failed and only made her look all the more cute as she said ," Im not sneekin ups. If I was then you'd not hear me if you didn't hear the wings on the wind . " she said fluttering her wings a bit then spun abouts her skirt twirling with her as she said ," Whats you doin ? " she asked curiously.

[10:14:52] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) narrows her brows over her eyes, wondering about that merry creature with the wings. Like an overly grown bee or gnat. She lifts that axe, not pointing the thorn at the creature anymore, but shows the broad of the axe blades. A symbol of a hundreds of years gone realm is on it, obviously an ancient weapon. "Shayra care weapon, make durable, make sharp. Axe very old, ancestors Shayra used, cared, now Shayra use, care." She explains, "And Shayra think, many think...." She pauses, considers if that is even business for that creature. "What no hear, no worth sink axe in bones. You harmless."

[10:20:21] Emilya Ashdene tilted her head and just went with it .. if she wanted to think things that couldnt be heard were harmless far be it from her to disagree .. she rocked on her heels and eyed the axe when it was displayed .. trying to decerin if it were made of rock or some metal .. wrinkling her nose a bit she huffed and put her hand on the shaft of her flute and did a little curtsey like she had seen some of the elves or humens do and said ," I am a wandoring bard , going abouts gathering tales and balads .. seeing the world.. watching and such ." she said with a nod as she motioned towards the other ," Know many tales .. tales of demons , tales of humens and mers .. tales of dragons and tales of pirates far far away on teh vast sea.. tales of lands that are coverd in tiny rocks as far as the eye can see with no green stuff any where , they call them deserts or some such ." she said noding mater o' factly.

[10:24:48] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks more and more square eyed the more the creature goes on talking. She seems to not understand what the other says the longer the sentences become. "Shayra fighter, no tell tales, live tales, make tales, kill many foe, make many family lament!" She boasts, proudly. She stands up, stretches herself. "Shayra make men in two." She tells once more and indicates with a strike through thin air with the axe how she would split a person into two halves.

[10:27:23] Emilya Ashdene giggled a bit rocking on her heels as she watched the other and noded ," Aye.. live tales too .. best way to get them , tell tales of what seen , but if you no tell tales , then be forgotten .. talles and legends keep people alive .. even when long gone .. or make others fear others from deeds, or even makes them like others .. depending on the tale. " she said noding as she flutterd her wings behind her ," Also play tunes .. like your humming only a little difrents ." she said with a nod .

[10:31:07] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards the strange creature. She knows the deal with bards and the heroic legends and songs and stories just too well. Many people lay high worth in appearing in such. "Shayra fight, fight big enemy, fight many enemy. If no one see, Shayra tell goddess, if goddess no care, Shayra send goddess to hell. Shayra know stand against many, if no one know, Shayra know. Stories interesting though." She grunts and that seems indeed all that is important to her. Stories have often the attribute of being told rich on words, so she usually does not understand them anyways.

[10:35:39] Emilya Ashdene tilted her head to one side and noded ," Aye .. many tales have gone unspoken .. un seen .. or only seen by the gods.. those tales normaly end in a unknown grave .. as time ravages all and must be maintained ... such as an old axe .. " she motioned to the ancent relic you had been working on and said ," It would be like leaving your axe un atended to .. for same goes for tales .. keeps memories and events alive and feeling new." she said

[10:38:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks at her axe. Though not sure if she had understood it all right, she grunts, angered as if having been accused of something: "Shayra care axe well, do oil, do sharp, let drink many blood! You no know Shayra! Shayra warrior, Shayra strong!" She narrows her eyes, which might make her face look quite aggressive given the battle paint around the eyes. "Shayra fight like snake! Snake give Shayra it strength! Fast and strong! You no anger Shayra, if want, fight!"

[10:39:24] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) watches from the shadows nearby, having sighted his wife Shayra speaking to a stranger decides to lay low and watch what Shayra is up to. His eyes taking in every detail of this *Stranger*. Hair, eyes, skin, Hmmm faefolk? just watches and waits. pulling a wineskin from his hide skins, taking a long swallow

[10:42:55] Emilya Ashdene couldnt help but giggle at the reaction as she patted her chest and said ," And I oil and take care of tales .. telling them to those that have a ear to hear and will to listen ." she said fluttering her wings a bit still keeping a distance from the one that kept calling herself Shayra , not quite sure what the dikini was thinking with that look ..

[10:46:52] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels her blood pressure raise. Her chest heaves in anger, her nostrils flare, and a deep frown pulls the brinks of her lips down in dismay and raising anger. The fae cannot know, but she does not understand many words in a row before punctuation, and she considers people who speak long sentences as doing that by intend to display themselves better than her. It makes her furious, enraged! She grabs that axe with the second hand, so hard that the knuckles turn white, yet only for a moment before she alters the grip to a more battle stable hold. "You bad mouth Shayra! You no smart there!" She growls low, "you no touch Shayra axe! But axe touch you, sharp side, if continue!"

[10:50:06] Emilya Ashdene tilted her head to the other side watching the dikini wave the axe around still staying out of reaching range of the other as she said ," No .. dont want to touch axe either way ." she said not certin way type of metal it was made out of in the first place .. she patted her flute and said in more simple words," Like to hear a tune ? " she asked though flutterd her wings prepareing to dive into the sky if the dikini charged at her .

[10:52:27] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) leaps from the shadows, loosing a ear shattering battlecry at sight of shayra reaching for her axe "NO! NO harm shayra! Dirk smash bug lady" moving forward quickly, hand upon his axe hilt "Dirk see shayra! Shayra trouble? Bug problem?" his voice demaning of answers. His hulking frame rigid in anticipation of combat "Dirk not know bug lady, come fight? Dirk not scared bug" his tone suggesting severe sarcasm as he calls the woman a bug. reaching to his hides for a bola "No run! Dirk want explaination" his eyes on the fae

[10:56:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) would have charged any moment, but then the creature seems not the biggest threat, and hence the outburst of Dirk repulses her, surprises her, so much that she does not charge for this moment. "No hear tune!" She growls, still furious though, "gnat girl make joke Shayra! Shayra nice, gnat want challenge!" She replies at first, his presence alone excites her the more. The breathing becomes yet even faster - fighting is already a an exciting joy, fighting a first time at his side means yet even so much more!

[11:01:22] Emilya Ashdene scritched her head a bit as the play played out infront of her .. she was uncertin if they were acting like orcs or part orc or somthing .. though she could see no green skin or big teeth she tilted her head to one side .. though didnt respond in words .. just humed mimicking the tune that the women had been humming when she had first seen her .. though still ready to dart off at any moment into the skies. . emerald green eyes peering from one to the other

[11:07:27] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) speaks in a thundering voice "Who bug lady? why challenge Shayra?" His eyes on the fae, stepping closer slowly "Want challenge? Den' challenge bug gets" Raises a fist to his chest "Shayra challenge bug? Shayra fight?" his eyes moving from the Fae to Shayra & vice versa. never losing his readiness to lunge if the bug makes a wrong move "No look dirk! Bug no strong! No match Shayra strength" a laughing bursting forth "Bug go home, cry mama! Little bug get squished" spitting in the fae's direction "Bug sing? Dirk take for Entertain Dirk Shayra" his intentions of capturing this creature as an entertainment slave quite obvious now

[11:11:51] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lets him speak currently, she is more concerned with what the girl is humming. "Gnat girl steel Shayra song! Song of Shayra tribe! Mountain Lion!" She presses forth. How can one steel a song?! That is new! Now she dashes forth indeed, jumps over the ledge and spins mid air. She actually tries one of those strikes she is practicing currently, a fatal one, getting the momentum for the axe by the spin and jump. That though fails, her slash aims after the spin nowhere near the neck or head. She had practiced with the less heavy sword, the weight of the axe pulls the strike down. It still qualifies as a normal hit though...

[11:12:15] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be41): 57, Attack, two handed axe, 3 dmg
[11:12:15] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):57
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0

[11:21:57] Emilya Ashdene was about to say somthing when the other charged at her leaping over the little chasem and the distance she had been keeping between them .. as she was unarmed and not being hostile at all she moved to flutter up into the sky though the lunge of the crazy dikini managed to smack her on the side with the flate edge from the failed atempt to do a leathal blow .. landing hard on the side she yelped and was flung down over the ledge and towads the watter.

[11:28:21] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) watches the strange being try to take off, then get hit and be hit into the water as if hitting a ball with a bat or racket. She regards the splash. An intend to kill was not there at first so the surely caused huge bruise should be enough. "That teach gnat no steal, no steal Shayra song!" She bursts after the other. Strange races live here - she is only used to humans from her past, rarely something else, and then rather beasts. She is from very far in the south. No more thought, as the other barbarian walks off, she walks past him...

[11:30:29] Emilya Ashdene floats up chocking and spitting water out coughing some as the currents took her on down the flow of the stream and out of sight.

((Later the day...))

[12:08:32] Cailean (alistair.greymyst): Aye, well, Cailean would've suggested to Meri that she beat her head against a wall for a bit, or that she simply kept at it. Sometimes pulverizing the noggin made for some surprising epiphanies but on the other hand, the elf's brain matter was likely too delicate for such brute force tactics to work. So it'd be more practice until she figured out what she did wrong. T'would be easier if she'd a teacher, but these mage types seemed to be of the same mind equally around -- they were up to the task of learning alone, always. Cailean was certain he'd have been skewered a dozen times by now if it wasn't for the flat part of his Swordmaster's blade and the number of times he'd beem smacked by it. "'lo, Meri," he called, friendly like, at least until he saw Cedar finish her casting and begin to put on.. a glove? That was no swor--.. but then she was taking his sword! "Oi!" He'd failed to grasp his blade before she'd drawn it from his belt. "Ha, funny. Aye, you grab that end, then you plant the other end into the cuss that you're wanting dead. Simple, aye?" He'd not say it, but Cedar having control over one of his weapons made him somewhat nervous. Somewhat very nervous.

[12:12:58] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) grinned a bit as she watched the spell take hold, her eyes darting between them both and as Cedar spoke and she caught the movement, Meri'd purr out soft laughter, and flick her gaze between the pair, the cheery "Good day to you both..." and leaned half against the side of the archway, that soft rustle about her again as she shifted a bit to get more comfortable and settled in to watch the show. The sight of the blade escaping it's owner's grip and Cailean's indignant exclamation made her grin a bit, she couldn't help it. Even the frustration she'd felt faded in face of the good-natured teasing between the two, though she'd actually already intended on picking Cypriana's brain, just.. hadn't gotten there yet. "Nicely done, DCedar..." She'd murmur warmly, waiting til the barmaid was finished with her current task to motion for her usual mug of water, her eyes flicking still between the pair and trying to keep her usual serene face instead of laughing hysterically at his expression. Elves and all.

[12:18:42] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland) grinned wide for Cailean's surprise and waved the sword around the slightest bit in menace. Truly it was only slight for Cedar had no real desire to hurt the man, and after another moment or two, she began to laugh, her hand moving before her as the sword shifted in the air, bringing him the hilt to grasp. "Lucky fer ye, yer no' tha cuss I'm wantin' ta skewer, aye?" she said with a wink. The barmaid, quite taken aback by this apparent display of magick, just stood there, hovering as she blinked owlishly between the two. And, after a moment's indecision, she set Cailean's drink on the table nearby, scooting her way over to the elf where it seemed both safer and a new order might be had. "Will ye answer me in seriousness now though? Do think yon blade is different than me knife fer skinnin', an' I dint mean jus' tha size ..."

[12:19:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) marches into the tavern, hours later than the previous event. She had fought, even if driving the enemy off with just one blow - such an axe is a heavy argument in talks of weapons. She is content. Afterwards she had been in the tent in the wayward, to do what the white queen had told needed for her goal. She is rather really satisfied. Now she goes into the tavern, not minding that she might eventually hit Meri at the shoulder with her own, perhaps even pushing her aside by that unless evaded. "Grog!" She bellows, far louder than needed, loud enough to be heard all over village square, to the bar girl who is somewhere in the tavern to deliver water. Doesn't take long then until she gets - two - cans. She drinks the first entirely at once, against the thirst, as usual, and lays the heavy axe onto the bar counter.

[12:24:05] Lori fluttered up the path in this to her unknown land. She looked around nervously and jumped at the sudden call for "Grog!" she landed on the ground and carefully made her way towards the voices, making sure no one would notice her yet as she wasn't sure if there were monsters and who knows what in there

[12:30:07] Cailean (alistair.greymyst): "Aye, good day," Cailean echoed Meri, nodding while he seasoned and salted her words with a bit of tartness to make them more his own. He'd have looked to her, but his eyes were tracking the path of his floating, magicked sword, ducking when it came too near to his nose for his own comfort. Not that it'd come /near/ of course, but it was near enough that for him, it was a discomfort. "Don't encourage her!" He growled, shooting a glance at Meri that was one part scowl, one part amusement, and the rest a desire to keep from losing his nose. When at last his blade was returned to him, he took it and slid it back into its sheath. He reminded himself to prank the elf later, since her hoity-toity expression of restrained laughter hadn't been lost on him. "Aye, maybe. I'm no smith, but I know the gist of it; a thing of metal's either cast or forged. If it's cast, it's basically that the metals melted and poured into the shape you want it in, then ground down until it suits the purpose for eye and hand. If it's forged, then the metal's heated and then pounded into like shape. Forging's meant to be better, stronger, but casting's quicker and easier for things that you don't necessarily need the strength for. Coins are cast, armor's typically forged, weapons -- can be either way, but you'd rather have them forged if you've the coin for it. Maybe the magic for it's the same?" He'd been about to think on it, though he was no mage, when there came a booming call for grog in the way that stabbed at him with nostalgia. Grog -- how he loathed and missed the swill. And--.. oh, tits. Call him swine for looking, but a moment later he was more interested in that axe. A fine weapon for a barbarian to be lugging about. He wondered if there was a story behind it.

[12:36:56] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) hadn't even caught sight of the woman before she was nearly barreled into, though there wasn't much area to move in, leaning against the arch pillar, but Shayra's voice warned her right before the brush was felt, though Shayra might feel a curious sensation over her arm and hand instead of the soft flesh that she'd expected. Meri'd squeak and scoot out of the way the only direction she could, straight towards Cailean and the sword, moving just far enough to be clear of Shayra before straightening again with that soft rustling sounding all about her. The glance cast back at the woman with a furrow of her brow, though otherwise Meri'd let it go and offer a bashful smile towards Cedar and Cailean both. She'd catch Cailean's expression, that hint of amusement returning belatedly, though much faded, shooing off the barmaid to attend to Shayra. Water would wait, Meri wasn't in a rush, but she knew how insistent the other woman would be, and well - Meri didn't mind overmuch.

[12:39:28] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland): For all that Cedar was having her fun, the sudden cry for Grog startled the Fae. So much so that she lost her grip upon Cailean's sword as it hovered before him in the air. Good thing then that he'd taken it by the hilt as soon as she'd turned it his way, for the magic around her hands dissipated and the spell faded away. Her attention, much like the others, shifted to the barbaric woman who'd commanded the such, and while she said nothing, she noted the way the barmaid hopped to from Meri's side to fetch the two orders of Grog before seeing to the elf. Cedar pursed her lips, the face she made a dissatisfied one, and then looked askance at the axe placed upon the counter. How could a counter be kept in good shape with weapons using it to be held by? How would it stay shiny and ne-- wait. Upon further glance, Cedar realised the counter was awfully beat up and likely had seen much of similar abuse. And if she thought about it, it was likely retched upon and slept upon in equal measure -- so Cedar wrote off the counter as a necessary evil to be tolerated. Looking back towards Cailean, Cedar grinned again, happy in her own way she'd perturbed and amused him with her trick. What with one thing and another, the tiny fae that lingered just outdoors was unnoticed of yet by Cedar, and since Cailean seemed now inclined to speak with her in regards to blades, Cedar lowered her eyes again to the scroll. "Castin' mebbe," she murmured. "If can cast wi' smithin' than cast wi' magicks mun be easier forbye."

[12:39:28] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) grabs for the second can of mug, drinking it by the liter. This one is for enjoying though already. Only the first is for refreshing. She does not much bother what's going on around her as long as she has room at the bar and a drink. So the fae and also the gaze by the man is lost on her yet. The drink counts - and that somehow seems to smell different than else. The gaze - normally she would go totally topless, as that is habit amongst the men of her tribe, and she had always identified with them more than with the other women. That changes now though. For now she wears only that chain net bra top with the big and heavy iron links, protecting but not blocking sight. The grog smells different! She looks about, wondering, then sniffs on her arm where she had hit the other woman earlier. She looks at the woman. Somehow she had felt not like she looks. "Strange beasts!" She grunts, "gnat girls, goat girls, Shayra only normal woman!" and turns back to her drink. She is absolutely not used much to other races as it seems.

[12:44:40] Lori sneaked closer to the tavern, lifting her little nose in the air and wrinkled it while she sniffed the air. She shook her head thoughtfully.. didn't smell monster but certainly not honey either. Then a grin grew on her face and she whispered "Rum! This might be a place for rum!" she decides to just sit down and while making certain this is a no-monster-rum-place before making her go for the wanted drink. Unfortunately all the excitement of being in a strange and unknown land was getting to her and before she knew it she fell asleep right there on the ground in a little fairy heap

[12:49:59] Cailean (alistair.greymyst): It'd only have been Meri's fault for standing in the doorway so! And if her secrets were spilled for it, then that'd have been her fault too, aye? It didn't stop him, however, from giving the elf a second glance if for no other reason than to ensure that she was unharmed. Satisfied that she was, he looked back toward Cedar. "It'd make for cheap magic, I'd think," he cautioned her, as if he were the soul of wisdom when it came to magics and the like. Forged was better, always, so if she were to be choosing between setting her magic to cast or forging it into somewhat better, let it be the forging! And then, finally, the barbarian spoke more than a single word and his gaze drew back to her. "While I'm not sure about gnat girls and goat girls, not even the gods'll fault a man for enjoying a bit of variety to his eye candy, aye?" This would probably earn a rebuke from Cedar, but he was just talking about looking!

[12:53:45] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) had settled to silence again, her arms curled about her waist and the faint wince in her expression. Her eyes dashing between the three others within, staying close to the wall even moreso now, though it seemed Shayra was well ensconced at the bar. A slight shrug and smile cast at Cedar and as the barmaid made it back her way, she'd tug a few coins from her pouch, that rustle sounding again, somewhat lost in the noise of the tavern as she exchanged the coin for her water and murmured her thanks to the maid for it. She had been leaning against the pillar, though apparently not far enough, but all was well enough. Meri was breakable, but not -that- breakable... She'd offer a faint smile in return to Cailean's look and tug her free hand back about her waist as she pressed herself into the little corner she'd made between chairs and wall and herself, and just drink her water, and consider.

[13:01:20] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland) /did/ turn an acerbic look Cailean's way for his words. It was the sort of look that spoke of trouble yet gave the chance for him to mend what he'd said, and Cedar very much hoped he would. Still, she looked towards Meri, holding up a wall and tilted her head with a shrug. "D'ye think it much matters?" she asked the elf, "If forged or cast wi'in me mind? Wuid one be more durable an' sharp d'ye think than tha other? I'd no' wish fer it ta break an' grow dull." Frowning, Cedar rubbed the spot between her brows and sighed a bit as she rolled up the scroll. Clearly, she was getting little accomplished this time and practicing magick was better suited when there weren't so many around. "Ye mun eat, Meri," Cedar lilted then. "Tha sun's high enough in tha sky now as ta be bringin' round fer a meal. Here then - ye like?" It was the small platter of apples Cedar had ordered that she held aloft in Meri's direction; apples with honey dripped over them, yum.

[13:03:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks at the woman sitting aside her on the bar counter, one with pointy ears. Did that woman just talk about magic? She does not even know that the woman is casting while she thinks about it. "Shayra no need pointy ear, no for shoot bow." She grunts, not even expecting a reply as she already turns back to her grog. She sniffs on that more than that she drinks for a change, and Helga even asks her outright if she is sick. "Grog smell other!" She barks to that, and Helga sniffs and denies that, states it is the same Grog as always. She frowns and drinks, then furrows her brows. Definitely different for her taste, even though in real it is normal, not poisoned or anything, really the same grog. Had there be a sound outside? Likely only a dog rolling in, no second thought about that. Another swig - same strange smell and taste. "Forsaken Magic! Shayra hate!" She growls low into her grog can, as the man also talks about magic. And then, as he speaks more, she turns her head over her shoulder to glare at him a moment. Only briefly. She had not understood what he had said, too long - more than five words before dot or comma she cannot compute. She is of the stupid kind of her kin, and the local brick walls pride themselves to be smarter than her. She drinks again. "Wine!" She snorts to the bar girl and just empties the rest of the grog can to the floor aside of herself. The grog does not taste her today. The barmaid serves, groans about having to clean again, and surely just hopes that this time the barbarian would not destroy the furniture as it had happened lately when two were present. Her hand caresses the broad of the axe blade lovingly even, absentmindedly. The elven woman she had rammed has meanwhile pretty much evaded her thoughts, not by intend, she just cannot focus on too many different important things outside of battle. She tries from the wine - also that smells different to her, much more fruity, sweet? But she has to taste it. The talks of the bar counter sitting woman she leaves else uncommented, another too long sentence for her to understand, but directed at someone else, which likely saves her health this time...

[13:09:47] Cailean (alistair.greymyst): Aye, well, elves were meant to be broke anyway! And if they'd a little more resilience to them, then they'd just be for better sport! Not that he'd ever say this to Meri's face, gods perserve her, or that he'd subscribed to the idea -- but he could only imagine her eyes would grow so wide of shock they'd merely roll out of their sockets and bounce away along on the floor. He looked back in time to catch the look Cedar gave him, and, well, perhaps she wasn't pleased that he'd be looking. T'was no different than appreciating a flower, or a fine painting! A nice rack or a plush arse, a bit of neck, shoulder and skin, that was all the artwork of the gods too, aye? Don't let Cedar see him sweat. He cleared his throat, then lamented with all due theatrics, "the gods'll forgive us but the women might not." Perhaps it would lead him toward the wrong ending, with him being the cuss that Cedar put her sword through, but he couldn't help but offer her a rascal's grin. "Couldn't say though, forging or cast. If I had any sense for magic, I'd--.. well, I'd probably not be here." Dead, from provoking the wrong person with the wrong sort of pranks, likely. He looked back to Shayra, raging--.. well. She seemed to be raging about something! Magic? Well, magic was the topic for the night, then! "Not all magic bad," he said very slowly. "But steel better." Then a grunt. Was he speaking her language?! Or making fun of her? Maybe both?

[13:13:06] Ella (maiacalhoun) heads to the tavern, lunch was up next. With a polite glance and a nod at whomever was present, she walks up to one of the tables and settles down, facing the door, as was always wise. She does recognize the barbarian female and the healer?, only maintaining a politely observant look throughout and she calls out to Helga, raising her hand to grab her attention "Oi! Can I get some bread and beef stew?", and she then idly drums her fingers on the table, relaxing a bit while making note of the pair of new faces and their discussion on ... magic? Interesting. Though she does not add to the discussion at the moment, it could be seen that she was indeed listening with keen politeness.

[13:13:29] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) considered Cedar's question, the flash of her gaze upwards as she was spoken to. Her own brows furrowing a bit in serious consideration of the question "I'd think...personally - that the tenor of the weapon in question like anything else, depends on it's maker. Those with more skill, or acuity, would be more likely for forging a sharper edge, though whether it be steel or Magic, both can be as keen, and cut as readily." The mention of food and her eyes drifted towards the platter that Cedar showed, a slight curve of her lips and glance from it to Cedar, then over to Cailean and Shayra before back to the platter. "Kind of you to offer..." then trails off, taking another sip, though its clear, Meri has no intention of moving anywhere closer at the moment, to anyone. Spooked Meri is spooked. Silly caster. She couldn't wait to be less breakable. Really. The ... phrasing of Cailean's comment back to Shayra, and the imminent heating up of Cedar and Cailean's looks back and forth just made Meri quirk the corners of her lips slightly, another drink taken, and the soft lilting Song on her breath as she dashed a look back at Cedar and that platter. Two could play at that game... (1/2)

[13:18:41] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland): Perhaps amusingly, when the barbaric woman beside her declared how she despised magicks, Cedar merely snorted and agreed. "Aye. Feckin' magicks ain't worth their trouble, do say," she lilted, an absentminded thought made from long born habit. And yet, there she'd been, pouring over the scroll she'd only just put away, in hopes of learning yet another spell. If Helga was this NPCs name, Helga was soon about to find herself out of work, for Cedar wasn't too keen on that name and she'd yet more fickle and superficial reasons to hire a person or let them loose. As it was, Cedar did not quite yet think herself the establishment's owner, merely joked about the idea of making it hers. So when the grog was upended on the floor, Cedar cast it a disinterested look before cocking a brow to watch the barbaric woman take a sniff of her new drink. "Somat tha matter, lass?" she asked with idle curiosity before setting her plate to rest on her lap. Well, if Meri wasn't going to take up her offer, Cedar had no qualms about eating and picked one of the slices of honey-covered apple up to take a bite. She'd nodded of course, when Meri gave the answer she did, for it suited her best to think it was true. Cedar had no small estimation of her own skill within magic, and so naturally if it was only a question of skill and not how the blade would be formed, Cedar held confidence hers would form well. "Aye then," she murmured, green eyes trailing to the newest arrival just as the woman called for food and drink. The barmaid got busy, hopping too and turning to the pot over the fire, beginning to ladle a bowl's worth of stew, while Cedar twitched an ear for the strains of Meri's song barely heard.

[13:21:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sets the big tin chalice of wine to her lips and begins already to drink greedily as the man behind her addresses her. Her eyes grow big, though not only because of the words. She turns, grabs the axe with her right fist. "All magic evil!" She roars out at him, "Only trust steel!" And with that she spins around and thrusts the tin mug with the wine against the wall behind the bar, with all her arms offer. "Wine bad! Give better next! Shayra paid good!" She yells outright at the woman behind the bar. Her body begins to shake, once, then to rock, a hard rocking going through her, and she vomits outright onto the bar counter - only the wine and grog had been in her belly aside of what is normally in an empty belly as can clearly be seen. She turns, sways a bit, wipes her lips with her iron and fur bracer. "Better... wine... next time!" She growls low, this has infuriated her, and a lot so! Not even having seen that Ella had sat down at the table, she lifts the axe high over her head and smashes it down onto said table, splitting it effectively in two, with all that was it flying through the room. She steps closer to the man, points the spike of the axe tip towards him, not close surely, not threatingly. "See? Only trust steel!" she growls, stinking from vomit from her snout, and turns half to point a finger at Cedar. "Even she say! You no smart man, woman there smart! She know magic evil!" She nods to Cedar, then would begin to walk out of the tavern. She is angered and furious about the bad grog, the bad wine - in real she does not know why she was belly sick from either. But going now means to not destroy the rest of the furniture.

[13:25:20] The Den Mother (valerievixxen) proceeded dramatically out from the Inn, extending her arms with a slight flick of the wrist.. Birds tweet tweet tweeted about, a few small ones flitting past the woman on their way to their nest...In the skull that was pinned under her window. A broad smile shone on the womans face. It was like some kind of chipper scene from a disney movie...Except macabre as hell..."Aaaaaah, isn't it a /maaaaaaaaaahvelous/ day?" the woman asked, to nobody in particular, before proceeding into the Tavern. Before even really surveying what was going on, she'd greet everyone in a uplifting tone..."Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour Bonjour Bonjou-ah, daaaaaahlings~!" she'd coo, before actually noticing that a table had been split in half. Why was this place always such a mess? Filthy peasants!

[13:33:18] Cailean (alistair.greymyst): Bread and beef stew did sound tasty and maybe Cailean was a smidge more easily suggestible when it came to food than he should've been; already he was wondering if he should order one plate or two -- or three, two for him and one for Cedar, who undoubtedly would've taken it poorly if he didn't. On the bright side, she didn't seem to care that he'd told her that he'd continue to be appreciating all the lovely ladies that were around him! Of course he'd do this in the most subtle way he might; it wouldn't do well for him to have eyes lingering of skin and flesh that didn't belong to the lady that kept his bed, especially when said lady was present! Maybe he was just keeping watch? Aye. Nothing like practicing his periphera--.. oh. That wasn't pleasant. Not that the establishment hadn't seen its fair share of puke but--.. oh, and there was that axe he was appreciating so much! He--.. well. /Well/. On the brightest side, and the perk of the night, was that this'd be the second time he wouldn't have to worry about playing the Guard, and he could just appreciate the chips of wood that flew. "Never said I was smart," he replied cheekily as the woman headed on off. A nod was offered to Denny as she arrived, but otherwise, he reveled in the fact that he could just stand there and do nothing. Men /loved/ doing nothing.

[13:34:22] Ella (maiacalhoun) watches as the food is ladled into a bowl and perhaps brought to her. Her face turned to poor Helga who had no idea she was about to be fired, eagerly waiting for her food order, while keeping a ear on the ongoing conversation, Ella shrugs and clears her throat to throw her two coppers in and says "Well magic is definitely useful... If... applied right.. yanno.. Depends on wha..", she stops her sentence half-way as Shayra, graces the counter with... vomit. Ella blinks, shaking her head softly and turns to a side to straighten her back and taps her fingers more impatiently, boy she just needed to eat and then get out like a bat outta hell. But... Shayra does more. In her own sweet way, the barbaric woman slashes her axe through the air, and Ella as always alert, calls out "Hey!What???", ready to arm herself and stuff, as she jumps up from her seat only to be startled by a loud crash as the table met his last and lay broken in two. "Woah!", she exclaims, dusting away the splinters and such before swiftly stomping out the flames from the candles that had been previously on the table. Flabbergasted, Ella makes a -what the fuck- gesture and smacks a palm onto her forehead before walking away from that mess, and she calls out to Helga "Uh... I don't think I'll need that stew... lost my appetite.. Thank you!", with a short wave of dismissal at the barmaid, she heads to the far corner of the tavern, sheesh.

[13:37:02] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) kept up the quiet Song, her gaze flicking between the others in turn though as the music seemed to hit a crescendo, she'd cast a beatific smile from the rush that suffused her and reached with her fingers to grip ... open air, though one of the apple slices rose off the platter and started to dance through the air back towards Meri. Well, until Shayra started spouting off again and yelling and bashing on things. Her brows furrowed, and she fought a moment to maintain herself, but -eh - it was just an apple, and she'd let it fall back to the platter, throwing an exasperated look over at Shayra's outbursts. First nearly running Meri over, then ... just being loud and uncouth, now throwing up all over and trying to break things? Oi. What a day, and it wasn't even half over. She'd bury her nose into her own mug - of water, thankyouverymuch - and take a sip to clear her palate and inhaled deeply to clear her nose of the acidic scent cloying the air, then dashed a look over at the newest arrivals with a polite dip of her head and smile to them both. Yep, this would be why Meri stayed in her lil corner. And Angry people with axes. Yep. An understanding glance cast over at the blonde as she makes her way back with a slight shrug of shoulders and tilt of her head. (2/2 Far Fingers... and fizzled short. Darn.)

[13:40:04] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland): Well this escalated quickly. The barbaric woman was shouts and throwing of mugs and Cedar nearly jumped in her skin. As a matter of reflex, when the axe was hefted and pointed about, Cedar threw up her arm, the feel of magic lighting the air to any sensitive to such about as the look of her shield formed into place, the barest of glimmer catching the light here and there as the shield settled to surround the fae. Her normally narrowed eyes had gone wide as well, watching as the sudden outpouring of vomit and, well, Cedar was thankful she'd cast her shield so that she hadn't got splattered. That was when the small fae slipped down from the counter on which she stood - and not too soon, from her estimation since the axe came crashing down to split the table nearby. She stood there with her platter of honey-drenched apples in hand, eyeing how the Barbaric woman gave what for. But then, apparently feeling it safer near the very person who'd seemed to cause Shayra to shout and go off, Cedar rushed herself to wear Cailean stood. He had a sword at least, where Cedar had none, and men liked to protect their women, did they not? So the fae took a place just off to his side and behind, the better that he might defend her if the woman went more insane. It seemed fortuitous then, that the woman intended to leave, and fortuitous for Helga that the blonde rescinded her order, for now the barmaid had quite the mess to see cleaned up and with a sigh she eyed the hoighty toighty woman who'd entered and ignored her, opting to clean up vomit first. For Cedar's part, she just blinked in an owlish way at the strange voice that spoke, blinking again with a look over her shoulder to the woman it belonged to. Then cocked a brow as Cailean nodded the woman's way, digging her elbow into him with a not-very-quiet, "Who's tha'?"

[13:44:37] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is angered, furious, and well, confused. She had not vomited since... she cannot even remember. And from alcohol, now that was long ago, she had begun to drink with the men of her tribe likely as soon as she could hold a mug of one liter. The men loved to let kids drink, and fight. The woman there, who had been at the table was not wounded, and neither angered - else this could have grown into a full blown brawl. No weapons to be used to draw blood in drink houses and feasting halls, lessing learned long ago but after only a LOT of teaching. Her outburst had seemingly caused a lot of people moving, yet no one attacking - all fearing her as she takes it. She stops just briefly, nods her chin to the man who neither does anything. "You learn magic evil, you drink better than wine, grog. Yes! Shayra be back, soon, then better wine!" She tells that to him, and to the next to him standing Cedar and Den Mother, just because they stand close. "Shayra white queen now!" She roars finally and would attempt to press herself through the two women that stand in that opening, Cedar and the Den Mother, just to get out and towards Valkyrie's house.... unless blocked or else held...

[13:49:54] The Den Mother (valerievixxen) quickly pulled to the side when Shayra moved between her and Cedar. The woman didn't look like she'd be overly clean, and Denny really didn't want her gown covered in filth. Like every gown she ever wore, it was brand new. Would be a shame to get it dirty, especially when it'd never get worn again. After she moved aside, she'd look blankly at Cailean for a moment before rather abruptly asking..."What the devil was that, de-ah?". Clearly the woman still thought it was Caileans job to handle this kinda shit.

[13:51:48] Cailean (alistair.greymyst): Maybe it was just that Cailean was a man, but the smell of vomit didn't sour his appetite. "I'll take it then," he told soon-to-be-fired Helga, motioning for her to continue to fill his bowl -- and then continuing to gesture once the bowl was 'filled' to bring it to 'full'. He was never one to mince priorities, and filling his stomach was more than a high priority, it was the highest! Poor Helga'd likely be the one to clean the nasty-jam, too, then get fired? Maybe if Cedar had some mercy to her, she'd just have the woman change her name? A rack like that wasn't one that a person came by every day, and certainly it'd earn the tavern some coin for the showing of it! And of course Cedar would go to him for protection! It was only natural, with Cailean being so strong and brawny and good with his sword and what not! At least until she elbowed him and asked who Denny was. "A very wealthy person; Regent of Lower Aberwyth, Lady Elizabeth." He was struck with a horrid fascination with the idea of Cedar trying to pronounce Elizabeth. He couldn't even fathom how it'd come out or how butchered it'd be. "Lady Elizabeth Mont D'or." He clarified. Also, it should be noted that he spoke of Denny being rich first and foremost! Since it was likely the most important thing to both Cedar and Denny. Shayra was heading off and, well, Cailean was quite glad that she was doing it on her own two feet. Was he scared? Aye, he didn't want to get puked on! Though she did cut a ferocious scowl. "That was a pair of tits wrapped in chainmail," he replied to Denny. "In other words, I've no fucking idea." He grinned, then spread his hands helplessly. "All I know is that it's not something I've got to worry about anymore." That grin widened and he almost giggled. Almost. Damn, he was giddy about being sacked! Freedom!

[13:57:49] Ella (maiacalhoun) leans against the doorway, thinking idly as to where the hell was Gerald while she watched Helga go about cleaning up things. As she moved closer to the healer elf in red, she caught the end traces of a song? Ella blinks, and then turns to catch sight of the female in the -huge- gown and finery. Damn, the last time Ella had worn a gown was maybe... uh.. not even at her wedding. You did get all kinds in the Ugly Duckling.. it would seem. Golden eyes note the smallish archer jump off from the counter and run to the side of the armored male.. who.. was apparently doing nothing.. and she does hear his very succinct explanation of the situation. Ella smirks at that, and then pokes her head out of the Tavern doorway making sure that she -saw- Shayra walk away before she would move next.

[14:00:27] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) watched as the others shifted about, Denny scooting out of the way and Meri backing up as well, cause, there wasn't much else to do, space-wise, dragging a chair with her to make it easier for Denny to get out of the way of Shayra's shouting. Her brows furrowed once more and the faint grin on her lips as she saw Cedar had saved the apples as well as the way the question had been phrased about Denny's presence. Her own first encounter brought to mind as well, though as Cailean responded and Meri caught that motion and grin on his face she couldn't help but wonder what had the Captain so delighted, but smiles were good and happiness even better and the tension lessening was best of all. A deep breath brought in and exhaled in a sigh, then did a doubletake. Didn't have to worry anymore? Huh? "What do you mean, Captain? Don't have to worry...?" Her brows furrowed as she snaps a look back at him, though by all rights she can't -blame- him for staying out of the way.

[14:03:42] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland): An issue of fear, wariness, or prudence, Cedar could care less how she came across in the way she merely stood by Cailean. Only that she didn't get harmed and she could eat her food. Not that ... it seemed Cedar would get to do that just yet. The barbaric woman headed straight for her and the red-clad woman and Cedar scowled, quickly moving back. She'd be damned if she got run into and her apples upended, so was she moved, she just kept going, taking herself around the pillar to come up on Cailean's other side. And Cedar was never going to try to say that remarkable name. Not a chance. Instead, she just fixed upon the knowledge the woman was rich. "Weel an' it be pleasin' ta make yer 'quaintence, me leddy," Cedar lilted sweetly to the woman as though they'd just been introduced. They hadn't. "If'n there be anythin' a'tall ye need, do jus' let me know it. There's little an' less as I kint acquire." She gave Elizabeth a grin, but when Meri spoke, Cedar tilted her body to look round the woman and Meri's way, taking it upon herself to answer for Cailean. "He's no' tha Captain anymore," she said, quite simply, then took another bite of honied apple. Bliss.

[14:05:34] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees the woman in the strange dress move aside. Of course she would, she is a warrior of her tribe herself in the end. One moves aside for that very reason. And why are these civilized people always dressed this unpractical. Thoughts, oh that thoughts! But the white queen had gifted her such a dress as well, she had just not yet found out how to get into that, had crawled around in the skirt part and not found an exit until giving up on it. But for now it bothers her why her belly felt so sick and why the usually great grog and wine had smelled and tasted so strange. White Queen, she must talk to her... now! Right now! "Strange island..." she growls, intended to herself but loud enough for all to hear, "big ear girls, goat girls, gnat girls, dress girls! No fighter, fighter men scared fighting, strange island!" And with that, unstopped, she stomps over to the house of the woman she calls the white queen....

[14:07:38] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) ends his trek up into the territory of the Upper Village with heavy panting and breathing, drops of sweat falling from his brow. Moving over towards the small stone wall to lean against for a spot of rest. With some sort of commotion happening over in the tavern, SOvelis raises a brow and peeks over in that direction. "Oh bother... mayhaps I shouldn't have decided to go for a drink." He mutters lightly, before following a seemingly angered and heavily armed woman with his eye across the village center.

((A moment later in the house of "White Queen Valkyrie"...))

[14:15:03] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not even mind to knock, or to see if there is anything important going on. Just like last time. She could have broken into a wedding, she could have broken into a council meeting or facing someone mourning their dead father. It is not important now, her topic now is important, and the White Queen must be available, for her, for her topic. She wants to talk to her and so she will as she plans. So like last time she bursts so hard through the doors that they slam shut loud behind her. "White Queen!" She bellows, "Shayra here, Shayra need talk!" She looks around to see where she finds the woman, finding her on the couch, with the guard. "Shayra greet White Queen Valkyrie, greet guard man." She tells, now that her demand is told, she can calm a bit at least.

[14:19:48] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he was about to begin his story when the door is burst open from behind him, this... wasnt something anyone normally did which caused the instinctual actions of vincent to leap up his left hand bursting into flame, his right gripping the handle of the sword, he would growl lowly, "Shayra!" he seemed absolutely infuriated at the womans intrusion. "Knock on the door before entering the Ladies home and residence." he growled lowly before he let the flame in his hand spittle down and he let go of his sword, "What is it Shayra" he would say as he seemed a little more then annoyed to have been inturrupted.

[14:22:52] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) rushes along after Shayra, having seen her heading in quite an aggressive manner towards Lady Valkyrie's home. Watching her burst into the building, Sovelis slows and pants and eventually comes to a stop quite a ways away from the door. Expecting some sort of trouble, he begins to pat down his belt and his duffle bag looking for something that may be of use. Another few steps forward and he simply drops his dufflebag with a hefty clanking, drawing out a big, heavy, metal crossbow that clicks and clanks and unfolds into proper shape.

[14:24:45] Valkyrie Asta Munthe settled into the couch with a sigh and would wait for Vincent to start his story, but had been interrupted when Shayra came bursting into the house. She just about fell off the couch, and deadpanned a look over towards the woman. "What's wrong, Shayra?" She thought she could hear the clanking of something outside, to which Nora, her housekeeper woudl walk out there to see what the issue was, and spotted Sovelis. "Oh, Mister Quinn. Are you alright?" Nora asked.

[14:26:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees the man jump up, his hand burst aflame. Currently not thinking about him being a magician with all the junk those can do and she does not understand anyways, she would have no capacity for that anyways. "Guard man no grab fireplace, no good for hand!" She advises instead, commanding tone, the rest of his words she had not understood, except for the question. Can he answer that? Is not the queen the experienced midwife or gynecologist? She stands there, rooted, thinking for a while, something that usually takes long for her, very long. Then though the clicking outside comes through to her. Now she gets alerted, highly so. She readies herself, axe in fists, only the door between herself and the cross bow man, slight protection maybe. "You no attack White Queen! Shayra fight with White Queen! Shayra kill you! You run or die!" She roars out to him, a display of her loyalty, she thinks the man wants to attack the queen. And she would fight, with all it takes, to defend the woman. "Shayra talk after! Now defend, White Queen!" She replies though, still loud, to Valkyrie.

[14:31:09] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) continues towards the door, struggling to load an ominously glowing crossbow bolt into his weapon. "Take care Miss, I am merely acting /DRASTICALLY/ Out of station in defense of our lady from this aggressive individual!" He shouts manically, visibly shaking from the events. And now Shayra turns back around and stands in the door as a barrier... causing Sovelis to just panic. He instantly stops and backpedals, dropping his crossbow and allowing the half-loaded bolt to misfire and launch wildly in a random direction. The frightened man leaps to the side and covers in the grass.

[14:33:40] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) yep he wasnt either of these things he couldnt imagine the question she had, either way he looked at Shayra and heard the clinking outside to take a look, seeing Sovelis and he spoke sharply, "Stand down Shayra,." he would take a move to slowly start towards her, "You're going to put that axe away and /not/ bring violence to a member of the ladies council or to this house." He then pointedly looked towards Sovelis, "As Seargent of the guard I hope you plan-" heard the bow go off and he growled lowly and his voice gained upward to violent propotion, something Val had never seen, "ENOUGH!" His finger came out to point at Shayra, "YOU SIT IN CHAIR!" and he pointed towards one of the council chairs, and he would look outside at the poor firhgtened man, and the angry battlemage pointed out the doorway, "YOU Come here." and he would point downward not having heard anything going on outside... slowly starting to get tunnel vision.

[14:43:35] Valkyrie Asta Munthe frowned and pressed the tips of her fingers against her temples and tried to rub to ease the onslaught of a headache she was getting from all the shouting and the fire and the weapons. Feeling her patience weathering thin, she'd rise up and walked over pressed her fingertips hard to her lips and blew a shrill whistle. "ENOUGH." She'd breath out sharply. "That...is enough." Nora spotted the bow and stood out of the way quickly, though Valk raised up a hand towards him. "It's alright, Sovelis. Shayra is a friend.." And then Vincent started yelling and she'd place a hand on his shoulder. "That's enough! Sovelis is my secretary." She'd sigh heavily and would wait for the tree of them to chill the fuck out before she looked towards SHayra. "Now...what is the problem, Shayra?"

[14:47:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) narrows her eyes hard - she had not understood the man outside, too long sentences with for her too little punctuation. That angers her, and she is still barely down from the fury in the tavern - the reason why she is actually here. Holding the massive axe over her right shoulder she already grabs for the door knob with the will to charge out against this insolent man who had surely done that by ill intend to display her as stupid. She would kill him... but the guard Vincent wants her to stop, the middle blabla is lost on her, also too long, but she is to sit in a chair. She is puzzled now, straightens herself. "Shayra no sit chair, talk White Queen, defend White Queen life!" She proclaims, "Shayra no defend White Queen?" She asks right after, unsure of what this man wants. As he is guard of the queen, she considers him on her side now, and in battle one must have perfect team work in the end. So she does not charge out, even though the man outside had shot even as she takes it. Then also the queen commands. Now sit down, not? Puzzled! And what is a secretary? Nevertheless, her issue is more pressing, obviously the other man is not an enemy, is coward enough anyways. She so takes a deep breath, lowers the axe to hang in her hand aside her leg. "Shayra try do queen say!" She grunts outright, not minding the men being there, "lay Dirk, many time, many white glue in Shayra. But Shayra damaged. Glue run out, now Shayra no taste drink. Tavern drink smell ill, taste ill, Shayra vomit, bash table! Bad grog, bad wine! Belly hurt! What Queen say no work!"

[14:51:08] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) shudders and spatters, not quite forming a proper sentence. As Vincent and Valkyrie come out and start shouting, at him, he attempts to catch his breath and calm himself down. "I...I...I..I.... A moment please." He mumbles, attempting to stand once more and compose himself. Moving slowly, the man sits back down near his duffle and crossbow, beginning to disassemble and return everything ot his bag.

[14:52:34] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he didnt like violence being brought here, further more an intrusion, it wasnt like this house was an open door for all to prance through,An now as Shayra started to speak and a hand was put on his shoulder as he heard the enough like a distant voice from val and he would look to her and quiet down, her hand was on his shoulder, He pursed his lips a bitnodding a little more his mouth sealed as he looked away a bit, letting val handle this situation for the moment, as he seemed to try and compose himself. "My apologies My lady."

[14:58:54] Valkyrie Asta Munthe stepped away from Vincent and Shayra to walk over to Sovelis and bent down to help him pick up his stuff. "Just take nice...deep calm breaths," she'd say softly towards him, offering him a warm and gentle smile. "Are you alright, Sovelis?" As Shayra spoke, Valk looked back towards the woman in a warning stare. "Sit in the chair, Shayra," she'd tell the woman, then furrowed her brow as she began to speak. "Shayra, it take a while to tell if woman with baby." She'd have to simplify her speech, and given that she was already pissed from people screaming, she didn't have much patience. "You have to /wait/ a few weeks. Now...what is the problem that you came running into my house and almost swung your axe?"

[15:02:53] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) wonders about the situation. Must been maybe a misunderstanding of civilization. The one who wanted to shoot the queen is now a friend, the guard man apologizes, and the queen helps him, and she shall sit. So much she had now understood. What she has not understood though is both what she made wrong and what else the queen told. All too long for her, she cannot take more than five words in a row. It appears to her that the White Queen is angry, hence talking so long. She sits down on one of those heavy chairs so. "Shayra defend White Queen, defend with life. Shayra told, Shayra show!" She tries to explain herself to the queen. Sorry is a word that is not really in her vocabulary, and manners neither, she has not even a feint idea how her approach could been wrong.

[15:05:16] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) "I.. I should be fine. I simply need a moment and perhaps a brief explanation as to WHAT this woman is DOING that permits her to charge your doorway from across the village." Sovelis spits out, pulling the strings of his dufflebag closed and hefting it back up as he stands. "I... I apologize for my behavior. I was merely attempting to warn and or protect you.. as it seems like she was."

[15:14:22] Valkyrie Asta Munthe would rise as Sovelis did to ensure that he was okay. "You're quite alright," she'd say softly to the man. "Would you like some tea or some food to help calm your nerves?" She'd look back to the house before looking back to Sov. "Shayra is...well, she doesn't quite understand the concept of civilized manners just yet. She means well, though." She'd bend some to dust the dirt off of her dress. Valk had heard Shayra, and thought back to what she said earlier, and it seemed to click with their previous conversation the day before. "Did you go to a healer like I told you, Shayra?" she called out.

[15:17:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sits in the council chair, not even noticing what an honor that would be, the axe laying in front of her on the table. Her world in her tribe had been so simple, the life with Dirk is so simple, even if twice as much work than before. One says enemy is so and so, and all go to bash them. Here? One cannot tell friend from foe, as they all seem to think more and talk strange to define any such. So she must concentrate, to at least understand a few words more. And those words come. "Shayra no healer, no was damage, no vomit. Maybe now go?" She asks, sweat already on her forehead from the concentration to understand sentences only even slight longer than five word. She shoves the plate with food and wine away, not even noticing it, as it smells strange to her as well. "Shayra first make sex Dirk, many sex. White Queen say Shayra do, lay with Dirk. Dirk big, now Shayra damage, white glue run out. No must all inside?" Also sex is so new to her that she does not even know the basic functions of it, apart from what the queen had told her. And the queen is the only one she can talk with about it all - such a pressing topic that she cannot even mind the men being present.

[15:20:59] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) adjusts his dufflebag, adjusts his spectacles, and lets out a breathy exhale. "My Lady Valkyrie, I should be well enough... read may do nicely. It seems your... other guest has pressing concerns." Sovelis indicates, moving the attention back off of him as he gestures towards Shayra inside of the building. "Shall we?" He says with a half-smile, starting towards the inside of the home to find a place to sit and settle.

[15:23:24] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) paced a bit around inside trying to calm himself off and he seemed to be doing quite the job and he sighed a bit as he looked to Sovelis and nodded to him, as he smiled just a little and moved towards the couch and leaned against it, waiting a bit, to see what would come of it.

[15:29:03] Valkyrie Asta Munthe followed Sovelis into the house, smiling to him as they came inside and would shut the door behind them. "I'm glad to see you Sovelis," she'd say. "I was afraid you had left the island or something of the sort." Not having seen him in a while of course she'd be worried. Nora would be back with some bread and drinks for everyone, and once everyone had calmed down and was not screaming their heads off, she took in another deep breath and sighed. "Alright... now..." She'd listen to Shayra to explain it a little better, and she would nod. "Yes, if you are not feeling well, it would be best to go ahead and speak with a healer. "If something doesnt feel right or taste right, you might want to go and speak with one as soon as possile."

[15:31:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards the man with narrowed eyes as he enters, which might eventually look mean due to her battle paint. She does not trust him yet, holds only back because the other two had said so. The sparkling in her eyes might tell novels about various kinds of slicing and dicing others. She shoves that plate with food even more far away, then lays her hand onto the axe hilt on the table while regarding him. The other man, the guard man, the mage.... she looks at, briefly, to see if he might attack the cross bow secretary man, but he does not. She hears the civilized ones speak, also the queen, long sentences. Given that length, she does not even try, does not even think it is meant towards her - shall the civilized do their business first then.

[15:36:36] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) shakes his head with a slight scoff, "No, nothing like that. I was merely... busy with a project. I'll tell you, it is -not- a good idea to try to enchant something with Disintegration magic. I lost a good pair of boots that day..." Sovelis takes his heavy dufflebag back off and sets it down next to a sofa. When the bread is brought back, Sovelis eyes it, and Shayra at the table, a bit suspiciously. With a sigh, he leaves his bag behind and approaches the table. "Good afternoon... I apologize for my rash actions earlier." he stammers meekly, attempting to sit across from her so that he could partake in the bread.

[15:40:08] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he blinked a bit as he looked to Sovelis, "Disintergration? Try enchanting it on an already enchanted Item. Disintergration only works on non magical things." he said softly and then looked as he settled next to the sofa and nodded a bit as he looked back to Val, and then Shaya, in truth he was still calming down, but he would speak softly, "Shaya shoul visit healer, if not well." he would finish and slowly move to val's side and look to her.

[15:47:41] Valkyrie Asta Munthe would smile to her Secretary and chuckled softly. "Well I'm glad that you're alright," she'd say cheerfully. "It's better that the boots be lost than to lose a person." She'd clasp her hands behind her back, but not before she reached for a small piece of bread and would nibble on it. As Sov walked over towards the table and spoke to Shayra, her eyes flickered towards the tribal woman and would nod to him. "Sovelis apologize for actions," she'd tell the woman, hoping that there was enough there to understand and would nod in agreement to Vincent's words about seeing a healer.

[15:51:08] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) declines any bread by just shoving it away. Also the bread smells currently strange to her. She does not have the manners to take it anyways. If she feels bad, nothing goes in, nowhere. Period, simple decision. No one had ever demanded other from her back at home. Her eyes follow the secretary though, in clear distrust. He had apologized for something? "Man no attack white queen!" She grunts in her commanding tone so as reply, "you try, Shayra slay you! Guard man slay you. White Queen no touch!" So, there he goes, topic closed unless he had not understood and tries nevertheless. She does not need to watch him in distrust anymore, she will still be careful into that direction for sure. Her head spins over to Vincent. "See healer? Because Shayra damaged between legs? No keep glue in? Good, Shayra see healer!" Now she had understood. A healer it will be so, then she can keep the seed of her husband inside and finally gift him the child which is her duty to do now. Good plan. A glance to the queen speaking, then again to the secretary. "Shayra good, accept, Shayra watch man! Civilized men often lie, Shayra protect White Queen!" She stands up with that. Healer to repair her hole down there between her legs. That is important now. She grabs her axe. "Shayra grateful White Queen, grateful guard man..." She states formally commanded, then points her axe to the secretary. "Man behave, or Shayra come back!" She does not outright bash or behead him, a good sign. "Shayra go now, see healer." She explains further to the queen, and aims to take her leave indeed. Healer. Now.

[15:57:48] Sovelis Quinn (tigerzak.lorefield) happily munches on small torn pieces of bread, mostly ignorant of the comments being made to or about Shayra. When she grunts in his direction and spits out her warnings to him, Sovelis pauses and stops chewing mid-mouthful. "Mrrhhm-hmm" he agrees with a mouthful of bread, nodding cautiously. He takes a glass of water and uses it to help him swallow before giving an unnerved response. "Of course... you and I have the same goal in that regard." Then the conversation turns around to something that Sovelis wasn't quite ready to hear, and he spits out some of his meal. "Wait hold on what did... I apologise perhaps I should not have rushed over here Did I hear that correctly? I... oh, well, um... Pardon my intrusion this seems to be something well out of hand that I should not have bothered to get involved with." And there he goes, all frantic again. His side conversation about Disintegration goes completely cold now that he slides his chair back and stands.

[16:02:24] Vincent Keene (vincent3342) he looked towards Sovelis and chuckles a little as he moved a bit around, and shook his head a bit... grinning lightly as he would look to Val. he stayed quiet with the attempt of not further putting a foot in his mouth

[16:07:52] Valkyrie Asta Munthe sighed and pinched the ridge of her nose. "Shayra! That's enough!" she'd snap. "Sovelis is someone I trust very much. He work for White Queen. He /friend/." Once she got up and started towards the door, she'd sigh shaking her head. She was starting to get another headache. "Shayra go see healer /now/." The quicker she separated the two the quicker the frustration would go away. She'd look back towards Sov as he started getting frantic. "No you're fine, Sov! I promise," she'd tell hi with a smile.

[16:12:38] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) hears the longwinded reply of the secretary, and by that her blood pressure increase. Would this not be the house of the White Queen and the man protected by her will - and the guard man - she might right away have charged him to slay him, just for speaking so long sentences to her. She had already attacked others for such, the last just today, and had killed several for it before arriving on the island, or at least bashed them up in taverns and other such houses. The glare is back in her eyes, towards him. But the healer is more important now - she would see one, even if waking them up from midnight's sleep. At once. And as the queen then tells more details - actually short enough for her to understand, she nods. "Shayra understand. Cross bow man also protect. Shayra go drink with man. No now, soon. Drink many grog, but grog better. Today no good. Shayra vomit in tavern!" She barks her reply to that, and actually gifts that man a toothy grin now. "Queen good, say good advise. Shayra do, see healer!" she means back to the queen, "Go now, yes! Queen be good, guard man be good, queen friend be good." And with that she then indeed leaves the house, and goes to see a healer to get herself fixed - despite being all normal down there - and likely learn that she is pregnant already, hence the belly sickness, the different perception of the drinks' smell and taste.... next step: Learn to deal with that....