Post by Joliette Thorne on Jun 8, 2007 3:00:41 GMT -5
Kasyr glanced down either side of the street a bare moment before entering into the tavern, fingers coming up to his forehead to wipe at the trickle of sanguine liquid that threatened to seep into his eyes, absently then rubbing a few crimson streaks into the tumult of brown and silver tipped hair that hung in front of his eyes. With a bit of a grimace, those fingers then move to part his bangs, granting him proper sight to peer at those present in the bar with some bit of interest. Though it lacked the mass amount of emotion that the last place he had loitered within held, it was also a fair bit safer, and it seemed unlikely he was going to wind up with a bottle flying at his face again, hopefully. Shaking his head, the tiefling moved towards the bar, figuring a few drinks were due, as Quinton seemed to keep weaselling out of the bits of booze still owed.
Tenebrae had only lately entered the tavern's interior, looking a deal more settled and less bloody than she had the day prior. Already, silvered scars rippled on smooth skin in places, the deeper gauges rusted over with no sign of infection. The once-deathmage had deliberately strolled past the King of Roads, only a sideways eye-cast given, hint of smirk, and she currently was in the process of seating herself at the bar, ready to order a drink. Her smirk just broadened somewhat, and the vampiress arranged herself with supple and deliberate grace, little of yesterday's spitfire evident, if only in the amber flare gleaming from behind peridot eyes that were turned toward the knightly newcomer, in unabashed interest.
Kasyr found himself mulling over what alcohol they did offer here, as most of it seemed to have a blood somewhere or other in the title, and as much as he didn't exactly mind the taste, Impish blood and all, it wasn't exactly what he was looking for. Finally with something of a dismissive wave, he called forth for a blackfire wine, hoping he wasn't ordering either a poison or something so caustic it was going to be reduce his innards to an unfortunate ashen quality. Upon the arrival of his drink, he couldn't ascertain anything particularly noxious or lethal, so with a slight exchange of money and a quiet "Merci" he took a seat, glancing curiously over towards the woman who was also present, optics of an amber quality regarding her with a curiosity that was readily displayed. And notably returned it seemed "Bonjor~"
Darian had known her before he had made entrance to the hovel, now without any accomplishable manner with which he could forget the fragrance of her bloods. He kept his head tucked and his lids locked as she made her stroll to the counter, moveless and white as milkweed he was clearly just a corpse someone had stood up and had it wrap its fingers around a bottle as a prank. When whatever was roiling his mind into comatosing his body pulled reign he was swaying rhythmically and thoughtlessly to the counter, with footfalls so slight the mice beneath the planks stilled at the thought of some feline overhead. "Steadmen. Two rounds. Now," flipping his coinage to the wood top, with one coin stopping right before the fragrant woman.
Tenebrae blinked softly, sooty lashes descending twice to tickle the crest of her pale cheeks, the tendrils of still-untidy ebon lacing that visage a disregarded veil through which she stared at Kasyr, rose-hued lips parting softly, but no reply forthcoming until her blinking was at an end. "Uh.. " She said, finally. "I have no clue what you just said to me. I do hope it wasn't something rude." The former urchin sniffed lightly. "I don't like the unmannerly much." And that was when she felt the lightest tickle on the back of her neck. A pricking of her skin, a miniscule shudder. And that sepulchrous voice. The coin that now spun coppery on the bar before her, ellipses twirled to an ever-slowing metallic grind. The world was, for a split-second, amplified. "Your Majesty." This was spoken, without her having to confirm his identity with a look.
Kasyr gained a smile ever befitting of his heritage, one eye shutting as the other carried on with its by this point lazy regard "No, not particularily, unless hello without a title is fairly rude, Cheri" A faint tilt of his head was all that was required to take note of the newly present, hardly disturbed by its presence. With a laxness that could almost be mistaken for sleepiness would his other lid drop to a close, wresting his attention back to the one who had originally addressed him "Pardons however, for any transgression incurred"
Tenebrae said to Kasyr, "Oh, none incurred, where it was not intended." A plump lower lip was worked between white teeth gently, as though she paused to think of something. "Not often we see one of your standing in here, sir. " Green eyes, the flame in them now dimmed to a yellow flicker, would traipse his frame with unabashed perusal. "Slumming it, are you?"
Darian took his bottle in hand for a moment, swirling it lightly. There was in this room, clearly, an obnoxiously great amount of blood, be it from the neighbouring femme's flesh or in the bottles aligned in every behind counter nook. And yet, drinking blood was a thing of wonder - a privilege, it was livelihood and sustenance in the melted petals of roses. If one were to drink blood, one drank it with tact. The vessel's bottom jostled the countertop's various warping hillocks. Steadmen halted his piddly toil and hastily turned to observe the raucous and its impetuses. In a rare moment of sublime cogitation Steadmen gasped slightly and rushed to the back to achieve what only one patron so far had ever asked for. Darian cocked his head and brushed his freshly chamomile lathered hair from his eyes to match his gaze to the woman beside him. "If one is to drink blood, one does it with a glass," and he smiled; a slight twitch in the face which recently had had the road scrubbed from it.
Kasyr gained something of a curious look for a moment, as though puzzled by her particular words, before a vague sort of comprehension caused his eyes to flicker open, the brow above one lifting slightly "Not exactly per say, Madamoiselle, in a fair few means of the matter, je pense." A nod swiftly followed the innocuous enough statement before he persevered with his fragmented flow of thought, trying his best to think the words that came forth "I just like it around here, a few memories, here and there. As for stature, well...that’s debatable" His tone was light, almost cheerful, though it did hold some faint undertone as though something rather unpleasant was being clung on to, and the words of the other man didn't seem to help, simply earning another glance, curiosity barely being overridden by common decency to avoid staring.
Tenebrae, with the slightest smirk returning to haunt those curvaceous lips, had turned from her study of Kasyr at the sound of Darian’s exchange with the Corpse’s barkeep, her form stilling as though a wind had died down and she was the leaves on a tree. Green depths meet her own jewelline fixation, the woman meeting them with the same lack of any form of demureness as she’d shown the knight. “Courtly manners indeed, sire. But you forget, do you not, that at times a softer vessel is the only one at hand, and needs for the needy too soon turn to demands.” She reached a hand up, fingers curved as though to stroke the fresh-washed cheek. “You scrub up alright, for a sovereign of dust, you know that?” She'd heard all of Kasyr's fine words, would address them, but for these moments was captured in a moth's flutter. "I wanted to thank you again, for your kindnesses." Her face would half-turn toward the human, a dazzling, open smile hardly tainted with ingenuity spreading across her mouth. "I like it here too, sir knight. More amenable to my temperament, if you will." His brief discomfort, the minimal blush of shame, perhaps, on his cheek trapped her eyes like a rabbit might a hawk's. "Your speech is fair noble, for a warrior."
Darian said to Kasyr, "I'd move back a few feet, were I you. That woman you're speaking with? Les Liaisons Dangereuses, indeed."
Darian said to Kasyr, "What exactly fills your mind when you hear the words 'softer vessel'? If it's your neck, then you've got it."
Tenebrae didn't know what he'd just said, but her features fell from winning smile to impassive and thin-lipped, flat as a floor-plank in a second. Her eyes shifted between the two, a burnished glint of suspicion sparking from their minty depths.
"Lay leaping dingo-whatnows?"
Kasyr allowed himself a faint shrug, left hand trailing to the glass of wine he had ordered before, the dark liquid earning a glower at whatever possible malignant consequences might follow its consumption. Bringing the glass up to his lips for a slight sip, he found himself still breathing after the consumption, the interestingly named alcohol not providing more than a pleasant aftertaste he savoured. Anew would he face her, fatalistic curiosity overriding what small bit of common sense he happened to possess. To the lady first, would he speak, confidence returning to his voice with word passing "Guardian more than anything, of what once was an Illusionist, rather than a kingdom. She had a thing for theatrics, Alors... when I'm not playing the fool, I can hold my own in a conversation." A slight inclination of his head towards her followed that simple statement before his eyes tipped over in the mans presence "A bien, I suppose that makes us a pair...though, I'd have to wonder if she was any worse than the dark Ascendi I got mouthy with"
Tenebrae said to Darian, "And since you've done me out of my supper now, might you have the manners to provide it me?" Her censorious look also held a light of amusement, though. "Thanks."
Kasyr said, "Liason dangereuse, dangerous liasons, Cher madame, I do believe he's calling tu, a Femme Fatale, deadly woman, no?"
Tenebrae 's face would whip aside, the knight's commentary, it's significance, only just now sinking in. "Ascendi... pray tell, sir, what are these creatures? Might you share what you know of them?" She added, blushing slightly with the pink of stolen life, "Well, I have my moments."
Darian returned his lifelessly wan brow to its intended position of rested on his wrists as he gripped the bottle before him. He had not yet been acclamated to his own skin, since he had dipped himself into the hoar rivulet and languished himself to cleanliness within the thrall of the rapids. Now, though, he looked as though Life had been snowbound beneath his flesh, and frozen to death. He scarcely heard her speak at all, through these desultory musings. "Steadmen." The keep tottered in as swift as possible, hastily setting the glasses down after taking so long.
Darian said to Tenebrae, "Dinner."
Tenebrae would idly, and without thought to it, snake slender fingers upward to tangle in the very ends of the now-shining swathe of hair coursing down the vampire's back, as her attention still waxed on the knight. It didn't strike her as a particularly odd thing to do; it didn't strike her at all, the gesture almost instinctive, and would remain in place, were he not to take measures of avoidance. Her other hand grasped the glass of viscous liquid, raise it to fill the space before her eyes and then press it to her lips, a silent 'salut'.
Darian , in a viperal flash of fingers, clutched at whatever was apparently.... massaging along his spine, fiddling with his hair. Feeling the statuary skin in a marble-chill beneath his overlong fingernails set him in a slow owl-swivel to the femme aside him. She was daintily pulling from her Merlot glass of blood with her remaining hand, and lightly eyeing the knight . She was, however, engaged in a coyote's bit of smirking.
Kasyr rather likes the fact that he seems to be of some importance for a moment, and the heightened aspect of blessed contentedness showed in his voice, words coming out in a rather hurried rush "Well, I've interefered with three of them, though only met two, but their ...demi gods. I think, that seems about right. The first I met was Kanos, a dwarf, and rather powerful too. His little shrine is up in the Xalious mountains." An idle thought as to whether he should be blathering all this out or not came to mind, however he cared not, drowning it in a drink of wine, after a slight mock toast in response to that of the female vampyr, then carrying forth in his discourse with renewed zeal "Vakarash, Vampire, or something equally nasty, and from what I know a large force to be reckoned with, had a few clashes with his knights. Et, apres, Coreliant...or something like that. Don't know him, just helped Kanos wreak havoc on his temple" That said he couldn't help but tip his head "By the by, If you had intended to feed of me, I'm not sure if I would have settled well, half imp and all, I think it'd give me a bit of a precocious taste and all, peut-etre. Kanos, seems right enough, which is why I'm helping fight against Vakarash, who can and has killed...when I said powerful, I meant quite capable of slaughter, which is why I find it..." A pause came as his tone finally slowed and his mind began to work at its habitual irregular pace, rather than the mad dash it had been stumbling across moments before "Morbidly Humourous, cause I managed to mouth off to Vakarash and live, probably had bigger fish to fry back then, before I inherited the Imps bit~" His gaze never really wavered from hers, an actual sort of challenging impudence coming to form within them, though odds were he was likely choosing to be daring to the wrong sort of person, as usual. A finger moves to his forehead to idly wipe at the cut upon it again, barely any vitae to be found leaking forth by this point, something which is a cause of relief to the man "They especially chose to interact, from what I seen, Vakarash formed some knights, which have all been disbanded practically, except..one, Vuryal~ I don't know him much, like him less than I do Ethan though" This was followed with a few faint mutterings as to wanting to push that man over the railing of the tranquillity place momentarily all but forgotten.
Tenebrae was agape – not unattractively – as Kasyr spoke, an eminent aura of chagrin settling over the woman as details spilled from the knight’s mouth. “Vuryal?” The name tugged at her mind like a dog on a leash, still leading to no real revelation of memory, but enough to have her pay close attention. “What forms do they take, that I might recognise them? The ones you have yourself seen?” She coughed lightly, the hand not coiling the silken tips of silver-threaded hair at Darian’s back tapping a forefinger nervously against her glass. “I must apologise for the interrogation, sir, having not even the manners to ask or offer a name to the exchange, but something tells me this is of some dire import.”
Arliastro enters the tavern, still bothering to pull that heavy sack of coins behind him.
Tenebrae cannot help, even with her burning desire to know of the gods, but eyes that sack clinking in the manner of coinage, just for a moment.
Kasyr , once pulled out of his momentary reverie, seemed to take a slight bit of enjoyment out of the womans reaction, moreover for the odd sustenance that palpable emotion provided. "Kanos is a dwarf...pretty stereotypical looking really, but you'd realise it was him within his presence likely, aside from the fair ease he takes in announcing it. Quintessential Dwarf...heh. Vakarash, he...he's a vampire, with wings, and horns, and a fair bit of size to him. Actually, theres a statue of him, in the shrine in the graveyard over her. Why the interest, Cheri? Oh! Et Kasyr Azakhaer, my name that is, I should have introduced myself earlier, pardons, Madamoiselle" His tone was almost sheepish...almost.
Kasyr himself is trying rather hard not to imagine just how much safer those shiny items might be in his possession, for shame one would suppose...if they could read minds and all.
Arliastro reaches around hoping to find a vacant chair. After finally having found one he sits down, wiping his forehead.
Tenebrae could blanch no more, but were it possible, she'd have become transparent at the mention of the shrine where the King of Roads had tended her wounds only the day prior. "I've seen it.." It was a whisper. "That's one, now I know. And a dwarf, you say? Very well. Are there others, of a form that might be recognised?" She too, caught herself mid-thought to rectify vulgarity. "Pleasure, Kasyr Azakhaer, to be sure." Her unoccupied fingers left the glass-rim to stretch toward him. "They call me... " That slight hitch, a moment of hesitation was met with a return of the blank, fathomless stare, before flitting away again. "Joli's my name. Just, 'Joli'. Do go on, if you will." Her greed for knowledge had clearly returned.
Kasyr said to Tenebrae, "Coreliant...I think that he's a gnome...his temple is but a few stones throws from that of kanos, north of the path leading to the xalious mountains from kelay. Aside from that, I don't think I've seen any other shrine, save for an odd one out in the midst of the passing between rynvale and Cenril, a feline there, je pense. Et Un plaisir, Joli. ...Oddly Amusing"
Arliastro said to Tenebrae, "Say... have you seen my eyes?"
Tenebrae had become used to the interjections of cryptic word from Kasyr, though was still not entirely satisfied that it wasn't some sort of magical invocation, or joke at her expense. "Joliette, indeed." her tone was clipped, as she spoke it, the vampiress sniffing lightly. Then what he'd said dawned on her. "Gnome? A gnome? A gnome, you said?" Darian's hair was relinquished, as she scraped her chair back hard, bulleting to a stand, the obviously shocked woman's eyes a-circle. "There was such a creature here, yester-eve! Horrid little thing, all whispery and gnarled, and its eyes..." She shuddered, despite her agitation. "Of course! It fairly crackled with magics. Nasty, sneaky.. I should have known!" this last was emphasised byt the thudding of a small fist on the table nearest - which happened to be the one the tavern's newcomers has seated at. Timber splintered under the impact, her frame less fragile than appearances would have it. "A demi-god. And I of course, told him to bugger off." A silvery spill of laughter came, then, over rosy lips. "The very thought!"
Tenebrae looked down upon Arliastro, still laughing. "I think Steadman cleaned them away. But I'll see if I can hunt up some more." The pun was, of course, unintentional.
Arliastro said to Tenebrae, "Please, do that... or you'll have nothing to gouge when the urge strikes."
Kasyr actually snickers, unable to suppress the humour which he found in the situation "The odds of two people who mouthed off an Ascendi and lived encountering, how very cosmically...perfect. I haven't met that one...could you describe him for moi, Madame Joli?" Kasyr seemed hardly surprised at the womans strength, A scuffle with a woman named Anshera having taught him a fair bit upon the capabilities of those who might look to be otherwise fragile, so his eyes only tilt to the damage done for a moment before focusing upon her face anew, finding her bemusement a rather pleasant thing.
Tenebrae had only lately entered the tavern's interior, looking a deal more settled and less bloody than she had the day prior. Already, silvered scars rippled on smooth skin in places, the deeper gauges rusted over with no sign of infection. The once-deathmage had deliberately strolled past the King of Roads, only a sideways eye-cast given, hint of smirk, and she currently was in the process of seating herself at the bar, ready to order a drink. Her smirk just broadened somewhat, and the vampiress arranged herself with supple and deliberate grace, little of yesterday's spitfire evident, if only in the amber flare gleaming from behind peridot eyes that were turned toward the knightly newcomer, in unabashed interest.
Kasyr found himself mulling over what alcohol they did offer here, as most of it seemed to have a blood somewhere or other in the title, and as much as he didn't exactly mind the taste, Impish blood and all, it wasn't exactly what he was looking for. Finally with something of a dismissive wave, he called forth for a blackfire wine, hoping he wasn't ordering either a poison or something so caustic it was going to be reduce his innards to an unfortunate ashen quality. Upon the arrival of his drink, he couldn't ascertain anything particularly noxious or lethal, so with a slight exchange of money and a quiet "Merci" he took a seat, glancing curiously over towards the woman who was also present, optics of an amber quality regarding her with a curiosity that was readily displayed. And notably returned it seemed "Bonjor~"
Darian had known her before he had made entrance to the hovel, now without any accomplishable manner with which he could forget the fragrance of her bloods. He kept his head tucked and his lids locked as she made her stroll to the counter, moveless and white as milkweed he was clearly just a corpse someone had stood up and had it wrap its fingers around a bottle as a prank. When whatever was roiling his mind into comatosing his body pulled reign he was swaying rhythmically and thoughtlessly to the counter, with footfalls so slight the mice beneath the planks stilled at the thought of some feline overhead. "Steadmen. Two rounds. Now," flipping his coinage to the wood top, with one coin stopping right before the fragrant woman.
Tenebrae blinked softly, sooty lashes descending twice to tickle the crest of her pale cheeks, the tendrils of still-untidy ebon lacing that visage a disregarded veil through which she stared at Kasyr, rose-hued lips parting softly, but no reply forthcoming until her blinking was at an end. "Uh.. " She said, finally. "I have no clue what you just said to me. I do hope it wasn't something rude." The former urchin sniffed lightly. "I don't like the unmannerly much." And that was when she felt the lightest tickle on the back of her neck. A pricking of her skin, a miniscule shudder. And that sepulchrous voice. The coin that now spun coppery on the bar before her, ellipses twirled to an ever-slowing metallic grind. The world was, for a split-second, amplified. "Your Majesty." This was spoken, without her having to confirm his identity with a look.
Kasyr gained a smile ever befitting of his heritage, one eye shutting as the other carried on with its by this point lazy regard "No, not particularily, unless hello without a title is fairly rude, Cheri" A faint tilt of his head was all that was required to take note of the newly present, hardly disturbed by its presence. With a laxness that could almost be mistaken for sleepiness would his other lid drop to a close, wresting his attention back to the one who had originally addressed him "Pardons however, for any transgression incurred"
Tenebrae said to Kasyr, "Oh, none incurred, where it was not intended." A plump lower lip was worked between white teeth gently, as though she paused to think of something. "Not often we see one of your standing in here, sir. " Green eyes, the flame in them now dimmed to a yellow flicker, would traipse his frame with unabashed perusal. "Slumming it, are you?"
Darian took his bottle in hand for a moment, swirling it lightly. There was in this room, clearly, an obnoxiously great amount of blood, be it from the neighbouring femme's flesh or in the bottles aligned in every behind counter nook. And yet, drinking blood was a thing of wonder - a privilege, it was livelihood and sustenance in the melted petals of roses. If one were to drink blood, one drank it with tact. The vessel's bottom jostled the countertop's various warping hillocks. Steadmen halted his piddly toil and hastily turned to observe the raucous and its impetuses. In a rare moment of sublime cogitation Steadmen gasped slightly and rushed to the back to achieve what only one patron so far had ever asked for. Darian cocked his head and brushed his freshly chamomile lathered hair from his eyes to match his gaze to the woman beside him. "If one is to drink blood, one does it with a glass," and he smiled; a slight twitch in the face which recently had had the road scrubbed from it.
Kasyr gained something of a curious look for a moment, as though puzzled by her particular words, before a vague sort of comprehension caused his eyes to flicker open, the brow above one lifting slightly "Not exactly per say, Madamoiselle, in a fair few means of the matter, je pense." A nod swiftly followed the innocuous enough statement before he persevered with his fragmented flow of thought, trying his best to think the words that came forth "I just like it around here, a few memories, here and there. As for stature, well...that’s debatable" His tone was light, almost cheerful, though it did hold some faint undertone as though something rather unpleasant was being clung on to, and the words of the other man didn't seem to help, simply earning another glance, curiosity barely being overridden by common decency to avoid staring.
Tenebrae, with the slightest smirk returning to haunt those curvaceous lips, had turned from her study of Kasyr at the sound of Darian’s exchange with the Corpse’s barkeep, her form stilling as though a wind had died down and she was the leaves on a tree. Green depths meet her own jewelline fixation, the woman meeting them with the same lack of any form of demureness as she’d shown the knight. “Courtly manners indeed, sire. But you forget, do you not, that at times a softer vessel is the only one at hand, and needs for the needy too soon turn to demands.” She reached a hand up, fingers curved as though to stroke the fresh-washed cheek. “You scrub up alright, for a sovereign of dust, you know that?” She'd heard all of Kasyr's fine words, would address them, but for these moments was captured in a moth's flutter. "I wanted to thank you again, for your kindnesses." Her face would half-turn toward the human, a dazzling, open smile hardly tainted with ingenuity spreading across her mouth. "I like it here too, sir knight. More amenable to my temperament, if you will." His brief discomfort, the minimal blush of shame, perhaps, on his cheek trapped her eyes like a rabbit might a hawk's. "Your speech is fair noble, for a warrior."
Darian said to Kasyr, "I'd move back a few feet, were I you. That woman you're speaking with? Les Liaisons Dangereuses, indeed."
Darian said to Kasyr, "What exactly fills your mind when you hear the words 'softer vessel'? If it's your neck, then you've got it."
Tenebrae didn't know what he'd just said, but her features fell from winning smile to impassive and thin-lipped, flat as a floor-plank in a second. Her eyes shifted between the two, a burnished glint of suspicion sparking from their minty depths.
"Lay leaping dingo-whatnows?"
Kasyr allowed himself a faint shrug, left hand trailing to the glass of wine he had ordered before, the dark liquid earning a glower at whatever possible malignant consequences might follow its consumption. Bringing the glass up to his lips for a slight sip, he found himself still breathing after the consumption, the interestingly named alcohol not providing more than a pleasant aftertaste he savoured. Anew would he face her, fatalistic curiosity overriding what small bit of common sense he happened to possess. To the lady first, would he speak, confidence returning to his voice with word passing "Guardian more than anything, of what once was an Illusionist, rather than a kingdom. She had a thing for theatrics, Alors... when I'm not playing the fool, I can hold my own in a conversation." A slight inclination of his head towards her followed that simple statement before his eyes tipped over in the mans presence "A bien, I suppose that makes us a pair...though, I'd have to wonder if she was any worse than the dark Ascendi I got mouthy with"
Tenebrae said to Darian, "And since you've done me out of my supper now, might you have the manners to provide it me?" Her censorious look also held a light of amusement, though. "Thanks."
Kasyr said, "Liason dangereuse, dangerous liasons, Cher madame, I do believe he's calling tu, a Femme Fatale, deadly woman, no?"
Tenebrae 's face would whip aside, the knight's commentary, it's significance, only just now sinking in. "Ascendi... pray tell, sir, what are these creatures? Might you share what you know of them?" She added, blushing slightly with the pink of stolen life, "Well, I have my moments."
Darian returned his lifelessly wan brow to its intended position of rested on his wrists as he gripped the bottle before him. He had not yet been acclamated to his own skin, since he had dipped himself into the hoar rivulet and languished himself to cleanliness within the thrall of the rapids. Now, though, he looked as though Life had been snowbound beneath his flesh, and frozen to death. He scarcely heard her speak at all, through these desultory musings. "Steadmen." The keep tottered in as swift as possible, hastily setting the glasses down after taking so long.
Darian said to Tenebrae, "Dinner."
Tenebrae would idly, and without thought to it, snake slender fingers upward to tangle in the very ends of the now-shining swathe of hair coursing down the vampire's back, as her attention still waxed on the knight. It didn't strike her as a particularly odd thing to do; it didn't strike her at all, the gesture almost instinctive, and would remain in place, were he not to take measures of avoidance. Her other hand grasped the glass of viscous liquid, raise it to fill the space before her eyes and then press it to her lips, a silent 'salut'.
Darian , in a viperal flash of fingers, clutched at whatever was apparently.... massaging along his spine, fiddling with his hair. Feeling the statuary skin in a marble-chill beneath his overlong fingernails set him in a slow owl-swivel to the femme aside him. She was daintily pulling from her Merlot glass of blood with her remaining hand, and lightly eyeing the knight . She was, however, engaged in a coyote's bit of smirking.
Kasyr rather likes the fact that he seems to be of some importance for a moment, and the heightened aspect of blessed contentedness showed in his voice, words coming out in a rather hurried rush "Well, I've interefered with three of them, though only met two, but their ...demi gods. I think, that seems about right. The first I met was Kanos, a dwarf, and rather powerful too. His little shrine is up in the Xalious mountains." An idle thought as to whether he should be blathering all this out or not came to mind, however he cared not, drowning it in a drink of wine, after a slight mock toast in response to that of the female vampyr, then carrying forth in his discourse with renewed zeal "Vakarash, Vampire, or something equally nasty, and from what I know a large force to be reckoned with, had a few clashes with his knights. Et, apres, Coreliant...or something like that. Don't know him, just helped Kanos wreak havoc on his temple" That said he couldn't help but tip his head "By the by, If you had intended to feed of me, I'm not sure if I would have settled well, half imp and all, I think it'd give me a bit of a precocious taste and all, peut-etre. Kanos, seems right enough, which is why I'm helping fight against Vakarash, who can and has killed...when I said powerful, I meant quite capable of slaughter, which is why I find it..." A pause came as his tone finally slowed and his mind began to work at its habitual irregular pace, rather than the mad dash it had been stumbling across moments before "Morbidly Humourous, cause I managed to mouth off to Vakarash and live, probably had bigger fish to fry back then, before I inherited the Imps bit~" His gaze never really wavered from hers, an actual sort of challenging impudence coming to form within them, though odds were he was likely choosing to be daring to the wrong sort of person, as usual. A finger moves to his forehead to idly wipe at the cut upon it again, barely any vitae to be found leaking forth by this point, something which is a cause of relief to the man "They especially chose to interact, from what I seen, Vakarash formed some knights, which have all been disbanded practically, except..one, Vuryal~ I don't know him much, like him less than I do Ethan though" This was followed with a few faint mutterings as to wanting to push that man over the railing of the tranquillity place momentarily all but forgotten.
Tenebrae was agape – not unattractively – as Kasyr spoke, an eminent aura of chagrin settling over the woman as details spilled from the knight’s mouth. “Vuryal?” The name tugged at her mind like a dog on a leash, still leading to no real revelation of memory, but enough to have her pay close attention. “What forms do they take, that I might recognise them? The ones you have yourself seen?” She coughed lightly, the hand not coiling the silken tips of silver-threaded hair at Darian’s back tapping a forefinger nervously against her glass. “I must apologise for the interrogation, sir, having not even the manners to ask or offer a name to the exchange, but something tells me this is of some dire import.”
Arliastro enters the tavern, still bothering to pull that heavy sack of coins behind him.
Tenebrae cannot help, even with her burning desire to know of the gods, but eyes that sack clinking in the manner of coinage, just for a moment.
Kasyr , once pulled out of his momentary reverie, seemed to take a slight bit of enjoyment out of the womans reaction, moreover for the odd sustenance that palpable emotion provided. "Kanos is a dwarf...pretty stereotypical looking really, but you'd realise it was him within his presence likely, aside from the fair ease he takes in announcing it. Quintessential Dwarf...heh. Vakarash, he...he's a vampire, with wings, and horns, and a fair bit of size to him. Actually, theres a statue of him, in the shrine in the graveyard over her. Why the interest, Cheri? Oh! Et Kasyr Azakhaer, my name that is, I should have introduced myself earlier, pardons, Madamoiselle" His tone was almost sheepish...almost.
Kasyr himself is trying rather hard not to imagine just how much safer those shiny items might be in his possession, for shame one would suppose...if they could read minds and all.
Arliastro reaches around hoping to find a vacant chair. After finally having found one he sits down, wiping his forehead.
Tenebrae could blanch no more, but were it possible, she'd have become transparent at the mention of the shrine where the King of Roads had tended her wounds only the day prior. "I've seen it.." It was a whisper. "That's one, now I know. And a dwarf, you say? Very well. Are there others, of a form that might be recognised?" She too, caught herself mid-thought to rectify vulgarity. "Pleasure, Kasyr Azakhaer, to be sure." Her unoccupied fingers left the glass-rim to stretch toward him. "They call me... " That slight hitch, a moment of hesitation was met with a return of the blank, fathomless stare, before flitting away again. "Joli's my name. Just, 'Joli'. Do go on, if you will." Her greed for knowledge had clearly returned.
Kasyr said to Tenebrae, "Coreliant...I think that he's a gnome...his temple is but a few stones throws from that of kanos, north of the path leading to the xalious mountains from kelay. Aside from that, I don't think I've seen any other shrine, save for an odd one out in the midst of the passing between rynvale and Cenril, a feline there, je pense. Et Un plaisir, Joli. ...Oddly Amusing"
Arliastro said to Tenebrae, "Say... have you seen my eyes?"
Tenebrae had become used to the interjections of cryptic word from Kasyr, though was still not entirely satisfied that it wasn't some sort of magical invocation, or joke at her expense. "Joliette, indeed." her tone was clipped, as she spoke it, the vampiress sniffing lightly. Then what he'd said dawned on her. "Gnome? A gnome? A gnome, you said?" Darian's hair was relinquished, as she scraped her chair back hard, bulleting to a stand, the obviously shocked woman's eyes a-circle. "There was such a creature here, yester-eve! Horrid little thing, all whispery and gnarled, and its eyes..." She shuddered, despite her agitation. "Of course! It fairly crackled with magics. Nasty, sneaky.. I should have known!" this last was emphasised byt the thudding of a small fist on the table nearest - which happened to be the one the tavern's newcomers has seated at. Timber splintered under the impact, her frame less fragile than appearances would have it. "A demi-god. And I of course, told him to bugger off." A silvery spill of laughter came, then, over rosy lips. "The very thought!"
Tenebrae looked down upon Arliastro, still laughing. "I think Steadman cleaned them away. But I'll see if I can hunt up some more." The pun was, of course, unintentional.
Arliastro said to Tenebrae, "Please, do that... or you'll have nothing to gouge when the urge strikes."
Kasyr actually snickers, unable to suppress the humour which he found in the situation "The odds of two people who mouthed off an Ascendi and lived encountering, how very cosmically...perfect. I haven't met that one...could you describe him for moi, Madame Joli?" Kasyr seemed hardly surprised at the womans strength, A scuffle with a woman named Anshera having taught him a fair bit upon the capabilities of those who might look to be otherwise fragile, so his eyes only tilt to the damage done for a moment before focusing upon her face anew, finding her bemusement a rather pleasant thing.