Xanta at Vizharan's (open?)

Xanta'Kun · May 5, 2004, 03:21 PM

Evening of Brightening 1 of Optia
Spring of Era X in the Age of the Darkening

Xanta arrived at Vizharan's house on the evening of the 1st, coming back from the White Dragon Inn. Vizharan was hopefully still following him, it was getting pretty dark out and he couldn't be sure or not if he was still there.

He got the the front of Viz's house and waited for the man to show up.

Vizharan Grimshade · May 5, 2004, 03:33 PM

Vizharan arrived at his hovel to find his companion, the elf Xanta, there waiting.
"Home!" he announced opening the door. He entered the hovel, removed his shoes and sat down on his bed.
He gazed at the elf as to say, "What now?"

Xanta'Kun · May 5, 2004, 03:50 PM

Xanta chuckled to himself at the man's apparent enthusiasm about his humble abode. Xanta entered the room after Vizharan, and closed the door behind him. When he looked at Vizharan again, he had a look of bewilderment on his face, so Xanta decided he would have to initiate this conversation.

"So, I guess I'll start with my past. I was born in the seas north of Prime, and had a normal Thelyri life. My father was killed during a retaliatory attack by us and our tribesmen against some pirates who had taken some of our women captive. After this, I personally hunted down and killed the men responsible for his death. This was against the ethics of my tribe and they banned me from their seas. I then moved to Prime, where I have lived uneventfully until i recently moved here."

Vizharan Grimshade · May 5, 2004, 04:29 PM

"Interesting.." he said thoughtfully, "My past I do not remember alot of.. My entire family was slain before my eyes when I was a young child, but I fail to remember where I was that long ago.. When I was found, in a house full of my dead relatives, crying and starving to death, I was raised by a family of farmers until the age of eleven."

He thought, surprised that he was opening up to a stranger like so.

"The family had problems of their own indeed. The man who was supposed to be a 'father figure' to me abused his wife and raped his daughter. When I was eleven years old, and becoming more and more of a man, Helen, the farmer's wife, came to me and begged me for help."

He paused for a second, as if about to share something we was perhaps ashamed of.

"One night, the farmer, Narz, had been drinking heavily. I saw him in the kitchen beating his wife with a hard stick. She was bruised all over and I couldn't stand to see it.... I did what I had to... I went to the barn and got the pitchfork.. I brought it inside and approached him in the kitchen."

" 'What are you going to do with that?' he said, laughing at me. 'I'm going to kill you with it,' I said with a serious face. Well, he approached me, jesting that I was too weak and too afraid to kill him. But in his drunken stupor he was unable to avoid the attack and I ran him through with the pitch fork, pushing until it pierced through his body in four places, and protruded from the other side..."

He looked at the ground, obviously finding the tale difficult to tell.

"But, as usual.. It didn't make things better. Helen went crazy, as if she would have preferred being beaten and her only daughter molested... But I did what I thought was right."

He leaned back to remove the hair from his face.

"So," he continued, "After that I was on my own, travelling, sleeping outdoors, all the fun things boys should do."

"But now," he smiled, "Now I'm ready to make something of myself."

Xanta'Kun · May 6, 2004, 02:01 PM

Xanta was a little shocked to hear such stories from this man, but he realized that he wasn't much better of a person himself. "It seems that we have something in common," he said. "We have both killed for what we think to be just reasons, so I will not hold you to this, and I hope you do the same for me. Now that we perhaps know some more about each other, we should speak about preparations for our travels. I have... training that I am currently undertaking, but I soon hope to be able to leave. I have a horse, weapons, and travelling supplies for myself. I might advise you to invest in a travelling beast as well, it will greatly lessen the timespan of the journey." Xanta said for starters.

Vizharan Grimshade · May 7, 2004, 04:23 PM

"I suppose," agreed Vizharan, "I aswell plan to begin training and acquire a weapon next brightening."

He thought for a second about the plans they were making and the adventures they may soon be embarking on. The thought excited him.

"Perhaps..." He scratched his head in thought, "Perhaps we should look for others in the same boat as us, that might like to join us in our mercenary services."

Xanta'Kun · May 8, 2004, 02:59 AM

"That would be wise, as two mercenaries are hardly enough to start a guild with. I think that it would not be too hard to find those willing to join our cause. We have some time on our hands anyway, we must get trained and acquire some money before we can open a functional guild. I would not only encourage you to get war training, but look also for some basic education, as uneducated mercs are probably not top-of-the-line," Xanta said. "Do you have a fireplace, I have become enchanted with fire. I never knew such a thing existed until I was banished to the surface, and I love it."

Vizharan Grimshade · May 8, 2004, 04:23 AM

"Unfortunately not," he answered, "But perhaps we can set fire to something later."
He layed down on his bed.
"I am quite tired from my journey," he said yawning.
"Perhaps we should rest?"

Xanta'Kun · May 8, 2004, 05:42 AM

OOC: I think that every house comes with a fireplace. There's no other form of heat...

IC: "You may if you wish, I think I will tend to Night. He needs new feed."

Vizharan Grimshade · May 8, 2004, 09:10 AM

ooc: I converted mine into an indoor water closet.

ic:

"Alright," He replied.
What could Night be? He wondered. Perhaps his horse?
Either way, he was tired and would find out in the morning.

He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Xanta'Kun · May 8, 2004, 10:22 AM

As Vizharan went to sleep Xanta slipped quietly out the door and went down the street a little ways to where he had left his horse, Night, tied up earlier. He took some feed out of the right saddlebag and put it in his feeder. The he grabbed the reigns and led Night down the street to Viz's house and tied him up behind the small hovel.

Xanta slipped quietly back in and went to sleep.

Vizharan Grimshade · May 9, 2004, 05:17 PM

Morning of the 2nd of Optia
Spring of Era X
Age of the Darkening

Vizharan awoke early in the morning. He sat up, yawning.
He had lots to do today and little time to do it. Quietly he stood up, dressed himself and slipped out of the door and headed for the shops. He'd get himself a weapon, and then perhaps look for training.
He hoped Xanta wouldn't mind him leaving, and he would see him later.

Xanta'Kun · May 10, 2004, 12:33 PM

Xanta awoke after the sun was high in the sky, sat up, and rubbed his eyes. After a good stretch, he reflexively got up and headed towards the kitchen for some food. As he rummaged through the storage spaces and the cupboards he didn't manage to find any sort of comestibles and decided that he had better go see about buying some.

He put on his hood and headed out the door.

Vizharan Grimshade · June 2, 2004, 04:27 PM

Evening of the 2nd of Optia
Spring of Era X
Age of the Darkening

It was getting dark as Vizharan returned home from a day out in the town. He entered his house to find it empty, Xanta must still be out, he thought to himself. Putting his pack down and the few items he had purchased at the shops, he exited again and sat himself down outside his front door. Perhaps he'd sit and make casual conversation with any passerbys, he could do with making a friend or two. Besides, he planned on waiting for Xanta's return, anways.

He sat there quietly, leaning his back up against the wall of his hovel, wishing for someone to pass the time with.

Charolette · June 2, 2004, 04:42 PM

Charolette smiled at her bread basket. It was, a little odd of her to be doing this to ever neighbor, but she made the bread, so she was going to give it out. Morp had already gotten his bread . . . and now she saw a man at this home . . . so she approached it.

Serale there!My name is Charolette, but most people call me Char. I brought you a loaf of bread . . . it's a little odd something I've been doing with all my neighbors. She held out the basket, with the loaf of bread inside it. I assure you, it's good. I don't mean to brag, but i'm a fairly good cook.