Dominium Aviati (RP

[Lovecraft]

Kalenon "Kal" Heeps sat on his horse-drawn carriage looking towards the heavens playing with the pendant on his necklace. The pendant was a coin that bore the image of his patron god, Foralt, god of trade and a good deal. Although the god had no priests, buying and selling was considered paying homage to him.
As Kal's carriage slowly drew along the lonely old road in the lands of Gerenmir. The land contained large grassy fields which cattle were grazed on and sheperds tended there flocks on. He wondered if he could talk a farmer into trading him a chicken for a few coins...

Kal's thoughts drifted here and there as his old horse carried him and his cart containing all his goods to trade to the nearest settlement. Spices such as pepper, cloves, cinnammon and ginger. This would fetch a hefty sum considering this wasn't a farming tregion, just ranching. Then when coming over the rise of a hill, Kal saw the quaint little town.

"Old Rookstead!" Kal said Triumphantly as his goal came into view. "I'll hit the pub first and see if there are any farmers or butchers I can chat up into giving me a good deal." Kal said rambling his plan to himself as the town drew closer and closer.

[NAvi_warrior64]

A chill rolled up Saru's spine as he ascended upon a cliff overlooking beautiful grassy farmland with a small town in the middle with smoke rising up from the buildings below as a sign of life. Saru pulled his cloak closer towards his body as a gus of wind blew across his fur like a wave crashing against the shore, Saru did not mind the mountain chill for it is a familiar feeling for him after the long years he has spend in Lungard ever since he began his rite of passage. surveying the area Saru notice that the shortest way to Alomar is to go through the town, for this town is surrounded by mountain country and that it will take too much time to venture around.


"perfect" he said sarcastically as he dreaded the thought of passing through another town where he might get a not so friendly welcome. for he knows that humans don't take too kindly to his race.

Saru pulled up his shoulder bag as it was slipping and began to venture down towards the town.

The smell of cattle dung and bad hygiene filled his Nostrils as he walked across the muddled street towards the tavern, longing for a warm bed and some good food. as he walked he could feel the curious stares of bystanders, Saru did not want to entertain their curiosity so he kept his head down. Until he caught a glimpse of a human Merchant unloading his cart of goods with a cheery smile as if he began a new adventure. Saru did not give him much thought instead he pulled down his hood further to conceal his face within the shadow it was casting, and tucked his lower arms deeper within his cloak as he enter the tavern.


(OOC: still don't have internet at my moms, but i will try to sneak a post when i can.)

[Lovecraft]

(Okey doke pal.)

Kal smiled as he walked through the tavern doors. The smell of tobacco and stale sweat assaulted his nose. Kal wasn't a smoker, but he enjoyed a puff on his pipe here and there. He broke out his pipe and filled it with tobacco and struck a match to it.

Kal puffed slowly on it so that it was smouldering. He slid towards the bar and looked at the dwarf bartender. "What'll ya have man?" The Dwarf asked gruffly as he polished a tankard. "I will have a scotch my kind sir!" Kal said jollily as the Dwarf gave hima dismissive look.

Kal looked looked throughout the bar spying for any potential buyers. He saw numerous mercenaries using expressive body language to describe their latest kill, a troll. He saw a few traders like himself and then a tall four-armed thing. "I wonder if it likes spices..." Kal said to himself as the bartender poured him his scotch. He grabbed it dismissively and walked toward the tall cat person.

"Greetings fair traveller!" Kal said as he sat down next to the shrouded cat thing. "You look like someone who could use some spices." He said with the most suave voice he could muster.

[NAvi_warrior64]

Although Saru sat at the darkest corner of the bar, trying to stay away from the mercenaries and the traders hoping to be left unnoticed but yet this spice trader who walks towards Saru and takes a seat right next to him is the only one who took notice of Saru. "why come to me? when there's a whole room of potential buyers where he can relieve them of their gold" Saru thought. obviously Saru didn't hide his racial characteristics as well as he hope he did otherwise this man wouldn't have take notice, but apparently this man has a cunning eye you properly need to be in the career he is in, he properly notices things that others do not. which makes Saru wonder if this man already knows what he is then why isn't he trying to insult or to spit in his face, that is if he can reach it. No matter Saru knows his type, they hide behind a fake smile and over confident words so long as they get the gold in the end. this man didn't want to sell spices to Saru he came out of curiosity.

Without turning to face the man Saru said "not interested..." then he raise his mug filled with cold water with his upper right hand and took a slip of it all the while he tucked his lower arms even more behind his cloak trying to make sure no one notices. but something tells Saru that this man is'nt going to give up so soon.

[Lovecraft]

"Well obiviously everybody needs spi-" Kal began to sauy before the creature cut him off by declining his trad proposal. "Well, if you are going to be rude about it. I might as well leave you to sulk in your..." Kal looked at the mug the creature held and saw it was just water. "WATER?!?!?" He said in surprise.

Kal looked at the cat-man and grinned. "You sir, need a drink! Not just any, you need Gorinth!" Kal shouted without waiting for a reply from the complete stranger. He shouted across the din of the tavern for a tankard of Gorinth from the Dwarf Bartender. Seconds later a barmaid strode over with the tankard and put it in front of the strange man.

Kal paid the lady and stared expectantly at the man. "Oh, by the way. My name is Kal Heeps, of Heeps and Goods! It's a pleasure to meet you... Uh, I never caught your name sir." Kal said as he took of his scotch and smiled warmly at the cat-man.

[NAvi_warrior64]

"it seems i won't be rid of you so easily.*sighs*... well at least your well mannered..unlike the other humans i have met during my travels, my name is Saru Caedmon." he said while turning to face Kal and extending his lower right hand from behind his cloak for a greeting, while he grasps the mug filled with Gorinth with his upper right hand and then swallowed some of the bitter Dwarven ale.

"i appreciate your friendly company but that will end if you try to hustle me into buying your wares." Saru added, but he did really appreciate the chance to talk to someone that isn't trying to run him out of the town, not to mention its some-what lonely when your on the road.

[Lovecraft]

"Well, we don't necessarily have to speak of trading, but first of all. I've never seen anything like you. Specifically, what are you sir?" Kal asked cringing at how strong the scotch was to the watered down kind he usually bought.

Kal looked across the bar and saw some of the mercenaries playing a card game. They were obviously getting angry with the rich merchant they were playing with was winning their bets.

[NAvi_warrior64]

" im a sovani, i come from the island of pale off the coast of lungard. but i thought you already knew i mean we did go to war with your human empire only a 100 years ago, not too long ago if you ask me" said Saru as he is trying to figure out Kal's intentions.

during his chat with Kal, Saru also noticed a storm brewing at the porker table with some mercenaries's anger flaring up. things were going to get ugly...and fast.

(OOC: forgive me on the grammar, i had to post this fast. also where are your friends? MIA?)

[Lovecraft]

(OOC: Zu'deth won't post because he wants us to find him first and Recon is stupid.)

[Lovecraft]

Kal smiled and said "I'm not a history scholar, sorry Saru." He took a swig of his scotch and finished it as the mercenaries drew their weapons and began to rush towards the merchant and his body guards intending to butcher them for cheating.

Kal stood up as did Saru as the mercenary drew back his cudgel and brought it swinging down on a bodyguards skull, spattering gore across the bar. The Dwarf roared in rage and grabbed a crossbow from underneath the bar and aimed it at the man that killed the bodyguard.

Kal grunted in pain as a skull fragment dug its self in his arm. Not wanting to get involved he flipped the table and watched from behind it. The Dwarf pulled the trigger and laughed as the bolt passed through him and hit another mercenary in the arm busy hacking apart the merchant with another of his fellows.

Kal looked up at Saru and screamed "Get down you fool! That dwarf is mad with that repeating crossbow!" Everyone else in the bar screamed or ran. Kal looked at his arm and saw the skull fragment was buried in his arm and he was bleeding quite a bit. "Dammit " was all he said as the mercenaries looked towards the dwarf and rushed him.