Full-Conversion Cyborg
"And there I was, eye to eye with the biggest goreshark I've ever seen; bigger than all o' you lot put together," Chargon regaled his nearest crewmates loudly. "The thing still had Morgall's arm wedged between its teeth, but I wasn't about to let it take a bite out of me. So I says, 'Taste this!', right? And I pull my mates here..." Two hand-crossbows, already loaded and ready to fire, appeared in the orc's tattooed and calloused hands in the blink of an eye. The others at the table flinched, causing him to let out a bellowing laugh.
"Put a bolt in each eye, right there." Chargon's thumbs raised off the stocks of his weapons to gesture at his own gray-blue eyes. "Poor bastard went right back into the deep, cryin' tears o' blood all the way. Probably drew a whole school of the bastards after him, but I didn't wait to find out. Morgall tossed me a rope with his one good arm and I climbed up to the deck faster than you can say 'fishfood.'"
He put away the miniature crossbows, took a swig of his ale, then leaned back in his chair with a smug, betusked smile.
edited 11th Jul '15 4:06:39 PM by StygianEmperor
Flesh is a design flaw.
The orcish healer has a build more slender than the usual orc's builds, even by female standards and have her black hair done up in tight bun, wearing a short sleeved dark brown tunic with a white dirtied pinafore over it and long black skirt.
"Well, whoever this client is," she tried to start a casual conversation with her ogre buddy as she stroll towards the tavern ahead of him, while futilely shielding herself from the rain with one hand and holding her sling bag full of medical supplies steady with the other.
"He, or she, either really likes drinking or fighting for wanting to meet us in a place like this. Had more than a couple of bastards at my old hospital fighting over who have a tougher bar brawl at this place, even. Dellama's Tit, shit, even the name attracts those masculine obsessed bozos with shits for brains thinking that going to a place with a name like that is comedy gold. With that being said, though, I've been wanting to try out some of their more exotic drinks for a while, I heard that 'Nut Buster' taste amazing while also hitting quite hard in the guts. Wanna try out their drink sometime later...erm..."
She paused herself just as she was about to head into the tavern.
what's your name again? My name's Agnes, by the way."
It did never really occurred to her that she hasn't been socializing with her new partner throughout the trip, she never really like talking while riding, mild motion sickness is a bitch to have. That bird is kinda gives her the creeps though.
edited 11th Jul '15 5:52:42 PM by sgtpendulum
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The Maid
The sole elven lady of Dellama's Tit, and indeed, likely the whole city and its surroundings walked as she usually did through the rowdy crowd of this much maligned tavern she worked on. Her manner of dress was, as expected somewhat revealing... a serving wench gown that was cut a bit higher than the knee and with a slit to the side of the leg, the entirety of her slender arms exposed from the shoulder down. Her owner wasn't shy of showing off one of the crowning jewels of her establishment. Slender and soft she seemed, yet she moved through it all with an air of melancholic and cool detachment that only sparked the eldritch mystique of her rare race. Still, despite near a decade of slavery on some of the most violent and seedy taverns of the entire city she remained... clean.
Her health reflected in her skin and movements, the luster of her hair and the lack of blemish in her body. But beyond that, she seemed untouched by the baseness, the madness and lower vices that sooner or later clung to those who lived on these worlds, who regularly came to sate their thirsts and needs to Dellama's Tit. Few knew where she came from... she didn't speak much and when she did she didn't speak of herself. She was just known as Elly the Elf Barmaid... and her looks, her rarity and her diligence marked her as an asset first to Ton Tsoh and then to Madame Turthank the latest owner of her contract of slavery.
Right now she approached Chargon's table... carrying a big tray full of roasted pig... the small, slender elf like a small tree twig struggling a bit with the load and yet never complaining, moving slowly and deliberately, her arms trembling a bit... but it seems like the small brown haired elf has an iron will when it comes to serving... for she refuses to buckle down, setting the whole tray on the table without a single piece of meat falling out. However... to Chargon's eye something curious happened during the delivery. At one moment a piece of meat would have slipped, fallen to the side... however he saw it. The elf's eye shifting onto it in a second and then her grip on the side of the tray strengthened at least twice what it was before, lifting the tray from one side and catching the piece before it fell... and all of it lasted but less than a second before the elven tavern maid set down the platter for him and his pals "Your order of roasted pig, dear patrons" said Elly, standing upright and with perfect posture... before she bows her head low to them, a gesture and propriety that almost seems comical given her station and manner of dress "If there is anything else you need, please just call me" she says gently before her eyes spot an aproaching pair at the door... moving and weaving through the crowds towards the door to welcome the new guests
"Welcome to Madame Turthank's Dellama's Tit... Party of two?"
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
- Dramatis Personae
Agnes - Orc Mercenary, Medic (sgtpendulum)
Chargon Stormclash- Orc Pirate(Stygian Emperor)
Danrum Moonbeard- Dwarfish Master Brewer(nman)
Elariel - Elven Barmaid (Daltar)
Let me know if I missed someone, I just got off work and I'm beat. Also, orcs have hair again, by popular demand.
I'd rather the world betray me, but I won't betray the world.
As Agnes enter the tavern, her eyes first fell upon a rather beautiful looking woman dressed in a rather ludicrously revealing clothing, showing off that smooth, flawless skin. That, and the fact that this is the first time that Agnes has met a red folk, let alone an elf, left her stunned for a second, before she shook her head of any stray thoughts and answered with a straight, albeit a bit blushed, face "Erm, not really, I'm just looking for my client, he said we're supposed to meet here, so I'll be sitting with him...sorry that I kinda get awkward for a moment, never really met an elf before. So what's your name and where you from?"
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The Maid
"I see... Understood, esteemed customer. Then I'll escort you to your client if you can find them among the crowd... if you need additional chairs I'll be bringing those two, together with anything you order" says the Elven woman, her voice too having a melodious ring to it though she spoke professionally, detached... though as the Orc woman blushes at never having met an elf before the waitress does smile slightly "There are none other in the city. I am Elly and until I was won I belonged to Ton Tsoh" she says, pointing at the pathetic, big and fat human nursing a flagon of mead on a corner.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Regardless of how slight the smile is, it warmed up to Agnes and made her relax her stance a bit. She almost didn't catch what Elly has to say, her strange voice captivated her too much, it sounds like she's about to break into some red folk musical any moment now, especially in contrast to Agnes's own gravelly, almost monotonous voice when she said "Yikes, now that's a broken man if I ever seen one." when Elly pointed at the former merchant. Now this is what those orcs talking about when they say humans are the scum of the land? Yeah, looks so menacing right now.
Still, the human is not her problem and she shouldn't probably judging him more than she should, so she mentally shrug and concluded their brief greeting "Well, thank ya, Elly, I'll holla at ya if I need something..."
Not more than a step or two though did she suddenly stop and turned on her heel with a rather puzzled look on her face as she blurted out "Wait a minute, 'belonged'? 'Won'? And you were with a guy that is named...Tonsil? Whatever the fuck his name is?"
edited 14th Jul '15 7:52:41 AM by sgtpendulum
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A middle-aged dwarf with red hair and a large beard slapped his hand on the table and laughed after one of the dwarves next to him said something, and coughed three times to clear his throat.
"Oh ho ho, to the bottle I go!
To curse my fate and drown my woe,
To flood the town with tears I dropped,
But I don't care and shan't be stopped,
So long as my flagon's nicely topped!"
To accentuate the point, he took a long draft from his flagon, and sat down again, resting by leaning against the table.
The Maid
Elly shrugs gently her slender shoulders "I am a slave, a servant. My contract and person were owned by Master Ton Tsoh until he lost both to Madame Turthank" explains Elly nonchallantly and simply as if it wasn't of much importance.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Full-Conversion Cyborg
Chargon was impressed with the elven slave's reflexes - the sailor had little contact with the race during his life, but in the rare moments he found himself in their presence it was always quite obvious that they were more than just more delicate humans. The girl, Elly, was more than just a trophy serving girl to Turthank, he always figured - or at least hid her potential from the Madame well.
He watched her go to greet the newest patrons and muttered to his companions around the table, "Back when I served on the Marauder, we had the displeasure of experiencing elven fighting skill first-hand. 'S'just a commerce ship,' my captain said, 'Might well see what the prancers have in their cargo hold.' We managed to catch them - barely, their ships are damn fast - but lost three boys to arrows 'afore we even got close. That just made cap'n Vanogg angry. We boarded her, and they hardly blinked. Humans scare easy enough, but the elves took to the fight like hardened veterans, every one. I watched half the crew get cut to pieces by swords that seem they'd break if you swung 'em too hard."
He took another swig as a dwarf at a table across the room began singing a drinking song. "They're fast though, and I didn't fare much better m'self," Chargon used a ringed forefinger to trace a long scar that bifurcated the orange lightning bolt tattoos across his chest. "But the captain cooled off when he lost his head to one of those little blades, and without the threat of Vanogg thumpin' us for our cowardice, the rest of the boys and I decided we'd had about enough of the bastards, so we got off their ship in a hurry. 'Course, a couple more arrows saw us off, but with half the crew gone I counted us lucky they didn't decide to give chase."
Chargon smiled and shook his head, "I only heard later that elves live so long they pretty much all learn to wield a sword at some point, so you can't assume they're not gonna fight back when confronted. Lesson learned, at any rate."
edited 14th Jul '15 11:32:14 PM by StygianEmperor
Flesh is a design flaw.
Agnes stared blankly at Elly at first, then she looked back and forth between Ton Tsoh and the elven maiden.
"Alright, sorry for asking," Agnes apologized in advance."But now you did peaked my interest. How did you get into slavery in the first place? or at the very least, how the hell did that guy get a hold of ya? I've heard, from various sources, that slaves and their maintenance are pretty fucking expensive nowadays."
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The Maid
"Despite how he looks right now, Master Ton Tsoh used to be a man of some means and influence. He owned his own, successful tavern and did not want for coin... You live in a society with slavery, I trust my esteemed patron can imagine how he came to possess me then" says Elly as she keeps guiding Agnes and her friend to a table "As for expensive... If I ever caused financial burden to Master Ton Tsoh he never showed it really. It may be beyond what a mere slave is meant to understand, but I think he made a lot of money with me... I didn't eat all that much and I drank from the community well. I had to take care of my clothes very well, so I only went through seven of them in the... was it a decade? More or less that time, that I served him. The straw bedding on which I slept was already there when I came into his service so that wouldn't have meant an additional investment"
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Woe upon you Nammu
Your gods have deserted you
For you have forgotten their names
Greed and sin exceeds within your walls
You feed of the fat of the sea
But your children will starve
Ul-Dan-Ulon will throw you into the sea
And the red men you harbor will take your children as slaves
Weep men of Nammu
For who will save you?
Cry to your gods
But they are dead
And Ul-dan-Ulon does not forget your sins
Prophecy Against Nammu - the last words of Grohazh bur-Grush, a preacher of the monothiestic Ul-dan-Ulon cult, executed for blasphemy by King Thar-dan-Nammu II.
Dellama's Tit is a seedy tavern, even by Orcish standards. Fights break out regularly, and the city guard knows to avoid the place. Regardless of all this, it's owner Hullama giz-Bursu, or, more properly, Madame Turthank, is easily the richest woman in the city, despite being a commoner married to a mere petty importer. It's one of the most popular bars in town for the more forward thinking segments of native population, and for the red sailors, merchants and others in the city, it might as well be the only bar. Part of the popularity stems from the fact that it's one of the only places in town that serves illegal hard liquor, in addition to the much more orthodox beer and fruit wine. More importantly, at least for the red folk, Madame Turthank both welcomes human and dwarven patrons, a rarity outside of the "Red Quarter" and owns a staff composed of human barmaids, who offer "private drinking room service" in addition to the usual crew of orcesses and goblins, so as not to alienate her native, or at least less foreign, patrons.
Outside, in the hot, monsoon rains, an ogre sellsword ties up his terror-bird mount, and long with his associate, an orcish healer, proceeds to meet with a potential client.
Inside sits a small group of dwarven merchants and specialists, sweating in the dreary, muggy weather, so unlike the dry but cool mountains they call their home.
It is also at this bar that employs possibly the only elf in the entire city (and a major draw for the red folk clients), a barmaid won my Madame Turthank in a drinking bout with a ruined human merchant Ton Tsoh, who is now a regular, pathetic fixture at her bar.
edited 11th Jul '15 3:05:09 PM by PadurKaril
I'd rather the world betray me, but I won't betray the world.