Post by Joliette Thorne on May 25, 2008 12:09:59 GMT -5
Tenebrae came to a stop outside her tavern, eyes alit on the small group gathered there. "Ello, all..." She wondered what the occasion was.
Saiyah was simply getting a breath of fresh air as the pounding in her head slowly began to leave.
Dallon said to Tenebrae , "I was just standing here, wondering if I dare go into the Corpse."
Tenebrae lofted a brow at the bard. "Why wouldn't you?"
Hume arrives hot on the heels of Tenebrae, regarding the vampire from afar with a concerned expression.
Dallon shakes his head slowly, "No wish to step on toes as it were, and the work I've done seems unnoticed." *shrugs* "But it is a place I'll always love."
Tenebrae pursed her lips a bit. "Well, none of get parades for doing our jobs, Dallon. It's the way of things... " She turned toward the rapidly approaching Hume, and nodded. "I need some help on a construction site, I'll pay gold, and provide food for a day's work. You up for it?"
Hume gives a bark of a laugh, "Considering the damage I caused here the other night with An--..." He clicks his jaw shut, then simply nods, and finishes quietly, "The least I can do. Of course I'll assist."
Dallon nods.
Tenebrae wiggled her fingers at the slightly seedy-looking naga, trying not to smirk.
Tenebrae narrowed her eyes toward Hume a moment. "The place is that way..." She pointed east ward. "All the materials are there, ground is cleared. I have a blueprint of the new Hall..."
Saiyah slightly glared at Tenebrae before offering her a soft smile. She could only wonder if this was going to be the end of her home- the construction site. Seeing if they were going to be using it now that was..
Hume looks off to the east, then juts his face at the Corpse, "What's to become of the old tavern?"
Dallon said, "What is needed and where Tene? My arms aren't as strong as many, but are always willing for a worthy project."
Marshal sticks his head out "If you be needing an extra set of hands, I can be offering those hands"
Tenebrae grinned at Hume. "Oh, I have plans for that. You'll see. But it'll take time. In the meantime, I need the Town Hall up. Shall we...?" She took a step that way.
Saiyah too hand offered her hand up in the air to Tenebrae noting that she too was able to help if needed.
Tenebrae included them all in that sweep of her gaze.
Hume looks about the construction site, scrunching up his snout as he smell-- ... sees Saiyah's tent, and idly sharpens his claws on a stack of lumber.
Tenebrae wandered into the construction site, pallets of planks, tins of nails and racks of tools in sundry locations. The building itself was marked out in string, and already a skeletal frame had been put in place. She turned, surprised to Anshera joining the group. "It's two-story. Below ... " She pointed to the excavated hole. "Is the cellar, where we'll keep records. Ground floor ahs two rooms, a hall and an office, and upstairs is a meeting-room." She unrolled the blueprints and handed them to Dallon. "Take a look, pass them around..."
Saiyah slightly frowned and shrugged. 'Oh well..', she though as the woman slithered forwards, idly picking up at the few personal belongings she had left about.
Dallon looks at the blueprints, getting the general idea, he passes them on to Hume, and thinks of what will need to be carried around. The building experts should take the lead.
Hume peers at the plans as they are unfurled, by the vampire, viewing them upside-down from his vantage point. His brow creases in incomprehension as he tries to make sense of the eldritch diagrams. He says a tad shyly, "Perhaps if you could tell me what to carry where..?"
Saiyah packed the last of her few items into her satchel and slithered up towards the small group, gently taking the plans from Hume as she too tried to make sense of them.
Tenebrae nodded. "Let the others take a look, and we'll choose a foreman. One thousand gold each, plus lunches and dinners sound fair?"
Hume accepts the building plans in the same manner he would be handed a porcupine, or something poisonous. Still holding them upside-down, he looks at them helplessly.
Marshal sneaks up behind Saiyah looking over her shoulders reading over the plans quickly
Hume relinquishes the plans to Saiyah with visible relief.
Anshera wanders onto the construction site, the woman more than likely having come out of curiosity for what's going on. That blank, cold look had returned to her features and eyes, but she was quiet. Well, quieter than usual. Surely by this point she'd have gained some mischievous hint to her eyes, but it was not so, the polymorph remaining complacent. Meandering footsteps bring her towards Saiyah, a position taken up beside the Naga while her gaze turns towards the blueprints being passed around.
Saiyah finally gives up, handing the plans back to Dallon- or Hume. Whoever would take them really, and with a quick dip of her hand into her satchel, pulled out a piece of paper to jot down a note for Tenebrae.
Dallon shakes his head, and smiles at Tenebrae, "Lady the food is fine, put my share back into the Corpse, have a piano that I or Arysel, or anyone can play. I'll count that as more than worth my wages."
Tenebrae was visibly paling, a soft cough erupting with a billow of what looked like black smoke, an ironic mockery perhaps of a dragon's breath, and she gave Hume a meaningful look, that would ask for no attention to be brought to it, were he looking her way.
"~The note reads..~ Ok- just tell me what to do boss.."
Tenebrae said to Dallon, "You seem to make sense of the plan more than anyone... foreman's position alright for you?"
Dallon shrugs and nods, "I have helped build buildings before Lady, I'll do my best, but I am by far no expert."
Tenebrae eyed Anshera a little, before taking the nagas note. The parchment crackled a little as she read. "Well, I think Dallon will be the boss here. I have other sites to organise... this town is a mess."
Hume casts worried glances back and forth between Tenebrae and Anshera, finding himself uncomfortably somewhere between the two. He blindly picks up some nearby tools to occupy his hands so that no one can force the plans back into his grasp. He finds himself holding two hand drills.
Anshera keeps her eyes trained on the blueprints, right up until they're passed off to someone other than the Naga. A glance is passed around the construction site then, which swings back around just in time to catch the tail end of Tenebrae's eyeing. She nods silently to the vampiress, hands being clasped behind her back as she begins to idly rock from heel to toe and back again.
Dallon turns and steps up to Anshera, whispering.
Tenebrae said to Dallon, "It's a fairly plain building, by design. I hope to pretty it up later, with rich furnishings if I can find a decorator. There's some nice wrought iron for a balcony upstairs, and detailing, and of course plaster moulds for the ceiling roses. But a cellar, a hall and a room on the ground, and an office up top is what's needed. Balcony, if you have time."
Tenebrae lofted a brow toward the polymorph, her stomach emitting a loud gurgle. "Any good with colour swatches?"
Hume says dryly, "She prefers silver."
Tenebrae said to Hume, "Perhaps you could make a sturdy bit of floor, or a .. standing-on thing... at least, over that hole, where the cellar's going?"
Saiyah just sorta sat off to the edge of the group, wondering what in the world she could do to help.
Anshera directs a arched brow towards Dallon with a slight blink, "Lieutenant?" Before further words could be shared with Dallon, Tenebrae's question steals the polymorph's oft flighty attention span, a nod offered to the vampiress, "Oh quite, darling. Were it not for our dear Diiroehn having me, I daresay the tower would be a terribly unpleasant looking place inside."
Tenebrae tossed the naga a hammer and a small can of nails, and nodded toward Hume and Marshal. "Something to bear weight on would be useful. If it can take a naga's tail and three solid men, it's sturdy, I'd say."
Hume strides over to the pit that's been excavated in the area, looking down to the depths below, "The cellar appears to be dug out sturdily enough, we should set up some scaffold and the beams for the flooring. Any finishing of the cellar walls can be done after the structure is up." He sets to work hauling over planking and lumber for the task.
Dallon turns away then, "The first thing we need to do is make the floor level, once we do, we can settle the planks, and make them secure, then we can dig out the cellar."
Saiyah blinks as she had only a quick second to react in catching both hammer and nails. Damnit, was the woman trying to kill her or what- wait..loaded question. Still, she nodded and slithered off towards Hume and Marshal, waiting for a more further issued order as to what to nail.
Tenebrae glanced back to Anshera, tossing the woman a small pouch. "Black, greys, silver trim, a small bit of red? Not too military, not too casual. I like brocade accents, curtain-tassels... you know." She eyed the site, for now just planks and dirt. "I want it simple, but stately. Buy what you need, and we'll get a little posse for the decorating when it's done."
Hume peers down into the pit and the assembled planks to be laid over it, he turns to Saiyah, "Want to be on the top or bottom?"
Tenebrae nodded to Steadman, who'd arrived with a barrowload of foods and bottles. "Set up over there, on that trestle, I think."
Dallon pulls twine from his pack, and begins to cut some spikes of equal size to map out the perimeter.
Saiyah was in a casual passive mood- she'd let him choose for once. Meanwhile, she still held in her hands the hammer and waited to nail something; Saiyah loved to nail stuff.
Marshal looks to Tenebrae awaiting his instruction
Dallon said, "We'll all need spades for a bit before hammers, I think Tenebrae put some around the corner." *points to the eastern corner*"
Hume hops down into the would-be cellar, preferring to be below and let the Naga do the work up top. He starts fitting standing struts into holes in the ground, steadying them upright, "Saiyah? Take the planking and lay on top, then you can bang away."
Tenebrae watched Steadman set up the food table, a swathe of gauze set over it to prevent flies. and pointed to the neatly-stacked piles of black stone saved from the palace's demise. "Use this freely, it's too lovely to waste." This toward Dallon, as she went to inspect the table.
Anshera quickly pulls one of the hands from behind her back to the forefront, catching the tossed bag and cupping it against her stomach, "Ah, quite similar to certain parts of the tower then." The gold is then secured within her robe, and her hand returned to clasp again with it's mate, "Shall I totter off now then and make a few purchases, darling?"
Dallon said, "Looking at the two dragons, "I'd imagine your eyes are best for darkness, would you pleases hop down to the cellar, and first build steps, suitable for human legs, and then begin shoring up the walls?"
Saiyah thought how typical for the guy to take to the bottom, and leave her too all the hard work. Whatever though, nothing big to her; and so with a few carefully placed nails, the naga-woman would begin to hammer away at the planks held by Hume.
Tenebrae said to Anshera, "If you will..." The polymorph's obliging manner had her somewhat taken aback, even with the knowledge of her state. "I'll trust to your good taste."
Hume grimaces as he is forced to support not only the building materials, but the tremendous bulk of Saiyah's tail with only the meagre scaffolding for help. As they work towards the edges, he holds beams up to shore the walls as Dallon suggests, then wipes his brow and calls up, "Alright you lot, now build me some stairs! Or were you planning on making me a permanent fixture for the basement?"
Tenebrae gave a small smile, satisfied with the work crew's beginnings. She gave another pouch to Dallon. "These are the wages. If any further workers are put on, it'll need to be shared accordingly. And now, I have business to attend, elsewhere."
Tenebrae said to Anshera, "Red... or... green?"
Hume heaves a sigh, just like the vampire to make him get all sweaty, throw some money at him, then leave.
Anshera gives Tenebrae a small nod, "Quite. I shall return shortly then, darling." She turns to wander off towards the shops, though as she goes to take the first step her lip curls with a bit of disdain. She gives her foot a bit of a shake, her slipper coated with a slick covering of mud, "And I daresay -" She murmurs to herself as she follows through the footstep and begins to wander off, "I shall have to return wearing better footwear."
You couldn't help the little smirk. "Green...? Not purple, ugh."
Anshera said to Tenebrae , "Red, darling." She pauses, half turning back, "Though a nice darker shade of green would be rather nice as well."
Saiyah thinks..yellow.
Tenebrae chewed her lip. "How about a little of both, in those nice rich deep shades that don't clash? Deep reds for the drapes though?" She coughed, a little shy of displaying this 'feminine' side of herself in front of the men. "But you choose."
Dallon said, "Ok, *picking up a spade in one hand and dragging a rock with the other, * "Come on folks, lets get the floor level, by then the dragon should have the cellar shored up and steps, and we can build the floor on both of these levels."
Hume mutters at being left in the basement, and, scavenging some scraps of lumber, cobbles together a /very/ rickety flight of stairs leading up to ground level. He stomps up, angrily, pausing with a cringe as something splinters beneath his feet, and continues gingerly the rest of the way up. He casts a skeptical glance back at his handiwork, thinking, "Hopefully no one will notice... or need to use the basement too often!"
Anshera gives a nod, the polymorph quite a lot less apprehensive about showing a feminine side, "I would suggest, darling, that if we should like red drapes, that perhaps we bring the green in through artwork, and accessories such as vases and what have you, in lieu of fabric." She gives a nod of agreement, "Of dark shades though, yes. I do so dislike bright, garish colours."
Tenebrae smiled her agreeance to Anshera, gave the workers a last encouraging wave and set off toward the tavern.
Saiyah was simply getting a breath of fresh air as the pounding in her head slowly began to leave.
Dallon said to Tenebrae , "I was just standing here, wondering if I dare go into the Corpse."
Tenebrae lofted a brow at the bard. "Why wouldn't you?"
Hume arrives hot on the heels of Tenebrae, regarding the vampire from afar with a concerned expression.
Dallon shakes his head slowly, "No wish to step on toes as it were, and the work I've done seems unnoticed." *shrugs* "But it is a place I'll always love."
Tenebrae pursed her lips a bit. "Well, none of get parades for doing our jobs, Dallon. It's the way of things... " She turned toward the rapidly approaching Hume, and nodded. "I need some help on a construction site, I'll pay gold, and provide food for a day's work. You up for it?"
Hume gives a bark of a laugh, "Considering the damage I caused here the other night with An--..." He clicks his jaw shut, then simply nods, and finishes quietly, "The least I can do. Of course I'll assist."
Dallon nods.
Tenebrae wiggled her fingers at the slightly seedy-looking naga, trying not to smirk.
Tenebrae narrowed her eyes toward Hume a moment. "The place is that way..." She pointed east ward. "All the materials are there, ground is cleared. I have a blueprint of the new Hall..."
Saiyah slightly glared at Tenebrae before offering her a soft smile. She could only wonder if this was going to be the end of her home- the construction site. Seeing if they were going to be using it now that was..
Hume looks off to the east, then juts his face at the Corpse, "What's to become of the old tavern?"
Dallon said, "What is needed and where Tene? My arms aren't as strong as many, but are always willing for a worthy project."
Marshal sticks his head out "If you be needing an extra set of hands, I can be offering those hands"
Tenebrae grinned at Hume. "Oh, I have plans for that. You'll see. But it'll take time. In the meantime, I need the Town Hall up. Shall we...?" She took a step that way.
Saiyah too hand offered her hand up in the air to Tenebrae noting that she too was able to help if needed.
Tenebrae included them all in that sweep of her gaze.
Hume looks about the construction site, scrunching up his snout as he smell-- ... sees Saiyah's tent, and idly sharpens his claws on a stack of lumber.
Tenebrae wandered into the construction site, pallets of planks, tins of nails and racks of tools in sundry locations. The building itself was marked out in string, and already a skeletal frame had been put in place. She turned, surprised to Anshera joining the group. "It's two-story. Below ... " She pointed to the excavated hole. "Is the cellar, where we'll keep records. Ground floor ahs two rooms, a hall and an office, and upstairs is a meeting-room." She unrolled the blueprints and handed them to Dallon. "Take a look, pass them around..."
Saiyah slightly frowned and shrugged. 'Oh well..', she though as the woman slithered forwards, idly picking up at the few personal belongings she had left about.
Dallon looks at the blueprints, getting the general idea, he passes them on to Hume, and thinks of what will need to be carried around. The building experts should take the lead.
Hume peers at the plans as they are unfurled, by the vampire, viewing them upside-down from his vantage point. His brow creases in incomprehension as he tries to make sense of the eldritch diagrams. He says a tad shyly, "Perhaps if you could tell me what to carry where..?"
Saiyah packed the last of her few items into her satchel and slithered up towards the small group, gently taking the plans from Hume as she too tried to make sense of them.
Tenebrae nodded. "Let the others take a look, and we'll choose a foreman. One thousand gold each, plus lunches and dinners sound fair?"
Hume accepts the building plans in the same manner he would be handed a porcupine, or something poisonous. Still holding them upside-down, he looks at them helplessly.
Marshal sneaks up behind Saiyah looking over her shoulders reading over the plans quickly
Hume relinquishes the plans to Saiyah with visible relief.
Anshera wanders onto the construction site, the woman more than likely having come out of curiosity for what's going on. That blank, cold look had returned to her features and eyes, but she was quiet. Well, quieter than usual. Surely by this point she'd have gained some mischievous hint to her eyes, but it was not so, the polymorph remaining complacent. Meandering footsteps bring her towards Saiyah, a position taken up beside the Naga while her gaze turns towards the blueprints being passed around.
Saiyah finally gives up, handing the plans back to Dallon- or Hume. Whoever would take them really, and with a quick dip of her hand into her satchel, pulled out a piece of paper to jot down a note for Tenebrae.
Dallon shakes his head, and smiles at Tenebrae, "Lady the food is fine, put my share back into the Corpse, have a piano that I or Arysel, or anyone can play. I'll count that as more than worth my wages."
Tenebrae was visibly paling, a soft cough erupting with a billow of what looked like black smoke, an ironic mockery perhaps of a dragon's breath, and she gave Hume a meaningful look, that would ask for no attention to be brought to it, were he looking her way.
"~The note reads..~ Ok- just tell me what to do boss.."
Tenebrae said to Dallon, "You seem to make sense of the plan more than anyone... foreman's position alright for you?"
Dallon shrugs and nods, "I have helped build buildings before Lady, I'll do my best, but I am by far no expert."
Tenebrae eyed Anshera a little, before taking the nagas note. The parchment crackled a little as she read. "Well, I think Dallon will be the boss here. I have other sites to organise... this town is a mess."
Hume casts worried glances back and forth between Tenebrae and Anshera, finding himself uncomfortably somewhere between the two. He blindly picks up some nearby tools to occupy his hands so that no one can force the plans back into his grasp. He finds himself holding two hand drills.
Anshera keeps her eyes trained on the blueprints, right up until they're passed off to someone other than the Naga. A glance is passed around the construction site then, which swings back around just in time to catch the tail end of Tenebrae's eyeing. She nods silently to the vampiress, hands being clasped behind her back as she begins to idly rock from heel to toe and back again.
Dallon turns and steps up to Anshera, whispering.
Tenebrae said to Dallon, "It's a fairly plain building, by design. I hope to pretty it up later, with rich furnishings if I can find a decorator. There's some nice wrought iron for a balcony upstairs, and detailing, and of course plaster moulds for the ceiling roses. But a cellar, a hall and a room on the ground, and an office up top is what's needed. Balcony, if you have time."
Tenebrae lofted a brow toward the polymorph, her stomach emitting a loud gurgle. "Any good with colour swatches?"
Hume says dryly, "She prefers silver."
Tenebrae said to Hume, "Perhaps you could make a sturdy bit of floor, or a .. standing-on thing... at least, over that hole, where the cellar's going?"
Saiyah just sorta sat off to the edge of the group, wondering what in the world she could do to help.
Anshera directs a arched brow towards Dallon with a slight blink, "Lieutenant?" Before further words could be shared with Dallon, Tenebrae's question steals the polymorph's oft flighty attention span, a nod offered to the vampiress, "Oh quite, darling. Were it not for our dear Diiroehn having me, I daresay the tower would be a terribly unpleasant looking place inside."
Tenebrae tossed the naga a hammer and a small can of nails, and nodded toward Hume and Marshal. "Something to bear weight on would be useful. If it can take a naga's tail and three solid men, it's sturdy, I'd say."
Hume strides over to the pit that's been excavated in the area, looking down to the depths below, "The cellar appears to be dug out sturdily enough, we should set up some scaffold and the beams for the flooring. Any finishing of the cellar walls can be done after the structure is up." He sets to work hauling over planking and lumber for the task.
Dallon turns away then, "The first thing we need to do is make the floor level, once we do, we can settle the planks, and make them secure, then we can dig out the cellar."
Saiyah blinks as she had only a quick second to react in catching both hammer and nails. Damnit, was the woman trying to kill her or what- wait..loaded question. Still, she nodded and slithered off towards Hume and Marshal, waiting for a more further issued order as to what to nail.
Tenebrae glanced back to Anshera, tossing the woman a small pouch. "Black, greys, silver trim, a small bit of red? Not too military, not too casual. I like brocade accents, curtain-tassels... you know." She eyed the site, for now just planks and dirt. "I want it simple, but stately. Buy what you need, and we'll get a little posse for the decorating when it's done."
Hume peers down into the pit and the assembled planks to be laid over it, he turns to Saiyah, "Want to be on the top or bottom?"
Tenebrae nodded to Steadman, who'd arrived with a barrowload of foods and bottles. "Set up over there, on that trestle, I think."
Dallon pulls twine from his pack, and begins to cut some spikes of equal size to map out the perimeter.
Saiyah was in a casual passive mood- she'd let him choose for once. Meanwhile, she still held in her hands the hammer and waited to nail something; Saiyah loved to nail stuff.
Marshal looks to Tenebrae awaiting his instruction
Dallon said, "We'll all need spades for a bit before hammers, I think Tenebrae put some around the corner." *points to the eastern corner*"
Hume hops down into the would-be cellar, preferring to be below and let the Naga do the work up top. He starts fitting standing struts into holes in the ground, steadying them upright, "Saiyah? Take the planking and lay on top, then you can bang away."
Tenebrae watched Steadman set up the food table, a swathe of gauze set over it to prevent flies. and pointed to the neatly-stacked piles of black stone saved from the palace's demise. "Use this freely, it's too lovely to waste." This toward Dallon, as she went to inspect the table.
Anshera quickly pulls one of the hands from behind her back to the forefront, catching the tossed bag and cupping it against her stomach, "Ah, quite similar to certain parts of the tower then." The gold is then secured within her robe, and her hand returned to clasp again with it's mate, "Shall I totter off now then and make a few purchases, darling?"
Dallon said, "Looking at the two dragons, "I'd imagine your eyes are best for darkness, would you pleases hop down to the cellar, and first build steps, suitable for human legs, and then begin shoring up the walls?"
Saiyah thought how typical for the guy to take to the bottom, and leave her too all the hard work. Whatever though, nothing big to her; and so with a few carefully placed nails, the naga-woman would begin to hammer away at the planks held by Hume.
Tenebrae said to Anshera, "If you will..." The polymorph's obliging manner had her somewhat taken aback, even with the knowledge of her state. "I'll trust to your good taste."
Hume grimaces as he is forced to support not only the building materials, but the tremendous bulk of Saiyah's tail with only the meagre scaffolding for help. As they work towards the edges, he holds beams up to shore the walls as Dallon suggests, then wipes his brow and calls up, "Alright you lot, now build me some stairs! Or were you planning on making me a permanent fixture for the basement?"
Tenebrae gave a small smile, satisfied with the work crew's beginnings. She gave another pouch to Dallon. "These are the wages. If any further workers are put on, it'll need to be shared accordingly. And now, I have business to attend, elsewhere."
Tenebrae said to Anshera, "Red... or... green?"
Hume heaves a sigh, just like the vampire to make him get all sweaty, throw some money at him, then leave.
Anshera gives Tenebrae a small nod, "Quite. I shall return shortly then, darling." She turns to wander off towards the shops, though as she goes to take the first step her lip curls with a bit of disdain. She gives her foot a bit of a shake, her slipper coated with a slick covering of mud, "And I daresay -" She murmurs to herself as she follows through the footstep and begins to wander off, "I shall have to return wearing better footwear."
You couldn't help the little smirk. "Green...? Not purple, ugh."
Anshera said to Tenebrae , "Red, darling." She pauses, half turning back, "Though a nice darker shade of green would be rather nice as well."
Saiyah thinks..yellow.
Tenebrae chewed her lip. "How about a little of both, in those nice rich deep shades that don't clash? Deep reds for the drapes though?" She coughed, a little shy of displaying this 'feminine' side of herself in front of the men. "But you choose."
Dallon said, "Ok, *picking up a spade in one hand and dragging a rock with the other, * "Come on folks, lets get the floor level, by then the dragon should have the cellar shored up and steps, and we can build the floor on both of these levels."
Hume mutters at being left in the basement, and, scavenging some scraps of lumber, cobbles together a /very/ rickety flight of stairs leading up to ground level. He stomps up, angrily, pausing with a cringe as something splinters beneath his feet, and continues gingerly the rest of the way up. He casts a skeptical glance back at his handiwork, thinking, "Hopefully no one will notice... or need to use the basement too often!"
Anshera gives a nod, the polymorph quite a lot less apprehensive about showing a feminine side, "I would suggest, darling, that if we should like red drapes, that perhaps we bring the green in through artwork, and accessories such as vases and what have you, in lieu of fabric." She gives a nod of agreement, "Of dark shades though, yes. I do so dislike bright, garish colours."
Tenebrae smiled her agreeance to Anshera, gave the workers a last encouraging wave and set off toward the tavern.