"I hate cheap wine," Pak said as he took another swig of the horrible substance some called ale. It was odd how the makers of these substances could find the most piss stained grapes, smash them, and call them perfectly good products to sell. It angered Pak to no end! If only he had more currency, then he could buy as much expensive alcohol as he wanted, and get drunk and party until his body becomes immobile! However, he had no money, and he had no expensive wine. All he had was cheap wine, and- "Ooh, how I HATE cheap wine!"
Pak and his imp, Bastard, would be spending their night in an hotel named the "Travelers Inn." It had decent servants, except for that one old faun that sat in the corner. That one was very off-putting, if not because of the way he stared at Pak as though he would bite of Pak's ear, then because of how fearsome of a scream he made when Pak stared back. The screams had words in it as well; words such as: Help me for the love of Nysa! He's coming after me, please save me! And, meat and bread 5% off on a third moon night!
Since one of the servants of this inn was a very sexy centaur female, Pak didn't mind dealing with the old fart. In fact, he didn't mind dealing with a lot of things when that centaur was around. Maybelle was her name, and she was as sweet as expensive wine. She could talk up a storm, and sometimes Pak thought that his ears would fall off, but her mighty racks hanging from her chest made her worth any trouble.
"This town ain't too bad after all," were Pak's words when he saw that female, and he still meant it even as he tasted this horrible imp piss they named Ale. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to Pak, it would soon become a very bad town to be in.
For now, Pak sat at a table in the cafeteria of the inn. His imp was next to him, staring at the fire which a lantern held. Pak knew that the little bastard wanted to see the fire grow. He had received a stupid pyromaniac as a companion, and he was always filled with regret when the tiny beast burned tents or houses for its own pleasure. The damn thing was the reason Pak was broke now. Too bad no one wanted a fire spreading monster for a pet.
"Oh Maybelle!" Pak chimed to the centaur who automatically responded with a kind, "Yes?!" The faun liked that about Maybelle the most, she was nice, and at his call at all times. if only he could find a wife like that.
"Get me another small drop of this lovely ale, please!" Pak ordered. She nodded to him understandingly, then left to refill his cup with imp piss.
Mozoga was not in a good mood. She had spent all night hunting, and had not managed to get a single thing for her time. Also on top of that, some little creature had dashed out of the woods suddenly across her path an in an attempt not to squish the little thing she had stumbled upon a room and fallen heavily. Although she had not done any drastic damage, she had managed to acquire what would surely be a rather nasty bruise along with a long scrap upon her arm that had bleed just a little before dying. Unwilling to continue a hunt with the fresh of scent blood on her body, especially her own, she had turned around and gone back home. She had bathed her very light injury of the blood, and wrapped a clean white cloth around it. Then she decided that perhaps she would spend a little money at the Inn a little ways away.
She had not been to happy about the fact that they had built an inn so close to her home in the past recent years but she had come to enjoy it. It was far enough away that she did not get any unwanted visitors really, except the occasional travel needing help with this or that, once she had gotten a burglar who had gone home or where ever with every single one of his fingers broken and his left ear ripped off (literally), and once a few years back some sort of traveling...creature that had tried to sell her something. She did not remember what it was the idiot had tried to sell her, but she did remember the fear on his face and acrid scent of piss which he had released down his legs when she had exited her house and gave a mighty bellow in his face. She smiled slightly at this memory. She had not really meant to scare him that bad, but was simply wanting to tease him a little as he seemed a bit put off when he realized exactly what she was upon seeing her. Oh well, guess I did not really want to learn what he was selling anyways she had thought to herself.
Turning she looked at her home, and reaching out she place a large hand upon one of the ribs of the dragon skeleton that was her home. Closing her eyes, she exhaled and the spirit of the mighty beast that had died a short pray once again thanking it for it's sacrifice so that she might find peace and shelter here. Then she turned and moved off along the edge of the plains, heading in the direction of the Inn. After about a forty five minute walk, a walk that covered much more ground them most would consider given her longer then typical leg length, she pushed the door of the Inn opened and ducked to get inside. She grumbled softly at this, annoyed that the shorter races of the areas had not thought to allow the extra ceiling space for a tall being such as herself. However she went to a corner and sat down, selecting an open seat instead of bar or booth because otherwise her legs would have been cramped.
When a pretty centaur girl came past, Mozoga smiled her warmest smile which made the centaur cringe and shift uneasily. Mozoga glowered, and instantly stopped trying to smile. "Just bring me the biggest glass of ale you have, dear." She asked simply, so she would not bother the poor girl any longer then she had to. The centaur girl nodded, and moved off a little quicker then was customary but Mozoga did not hold it against her. Orcs where rare out here, and since the last of her kin had died she had not seen any since. The bloodthirsty warrior reputation they had spread for themselves, while very true, did not help Mozoga when it came to others meeting her whether for the first time or for many consequent meetings. Unless those beings where to spend a good amount of time around Mozoga, they would learn her gruff exterior and demeanor simply hid a warm caring girl who just wanted to fit in and not be stared at and made fun of anymore simply because of her heritage and physical appearance.
As Pak waited for his ale, he heard the large stomping of a foot grow larger inside the inn. Turning his head, Pak had the pleasure to feast his eyes upon a giant woman. She stood at least 7 feet tall, maybe even 9 from where Pak sat. Her body was pure green, her hair was pure brown, but her face was horribly disfigured. Where her two bottom fangs were suppose to be, large spikes rose up. She appeared like the opposite of any Kasrak Pak had ever seen, and even uglier.
The large woman stomped over to a table, one especially made for minotaurs, and somehow managed to sit in it. The lovely Maybelle saw this new creature in her inn, and instantly felt frightened. The large woman showed her teeth to Maybelle, and the poor girl almost pissed herself. The creature didn't like that, and immediately frowned at the centaur girl. "Just bring me the biggest glass of ale you have, dear," the creature said.
Pak was surprised to see that the large woman showed kindness in her voice. She didn't... Look like the type of beast who would care for courtesy. If Pak was that big and that ugly, he would take what he wanted and stomp the others to dust. What better way to attain a lot of women than showing his alpha dominant power?
Despite her appearance, though, Pak felt very guilty for the woman. She smiled at Maybelle, or Pak considered that she smiled, and only a frightened face was returned. The giant woman was owed a little more than that, wasn't she?
Pak stood up from his table and trotted over to the beast of a female. With his empty cup in his hand, he stood next to the 'lady's' table, then flashed a kindly smile at her. "Good Morrow," Pak said, referring to how it was night time, therefore, the soon to be beginning of a new day. "I couldn't help but notice you from where I was. Seeing as we are the only costumers in this inn, I was hoping that you wouldn't mind if we had a nice little chat. Just to pass the time."
Mozoga heard the clopping of hooves, and thinking the centauress had returned with her ale quickly she turned half expectantly only to find... a satyr, a faun standing before her table. Her brow furrowed as she literally looked down upon the small stature being and sighed softly. She had been expecting liquor after all, not company. However, despite her size and looks Mozoga was not above making friends, especially ones who became life long stuck around for a good amount of time. When the creature spoke, Mozoga listened and grunted softly. With a gesture of her large hand, she waved at the seat across from herself and nodded.
"Pleashe, have a sheat." She said, her slightly comical lisp showing through, the cause being her large fangs (or tusks as other races sometimes referred to them, but she preferred fangs) protruding from her lower lip as well as the rest of her sharp teeth in her oral cavity. She watched the small, furry horned creature sit down and nodded towards him, remaining silent for a moment before having to ask. "Ish it tomorrow already?" She spoke slowly, knowing her lisp grew worse with each time she spoke somebody else's language in a hurry. She was still learning to speak to most other beings, and was frequently regarded as 'slow' or 'handicapped' due to this. Truthfully, her race was known for being a lot slower then the average other species, however that was not what caused them to usually speak slower but was indeed their attempt at speaking the other language properly as they simply learned slower about things like that.
The large beastly woman waved towards the seat adjacent to her in a kindly manner. "Pleashe, have a sheet," the female said, carrying a godly awful lisp that was even uglier than her features. Although, Pak did not show how disgusted he was. instead, he remained charming, smiling and doing as the female asked.
"I thank you kindly," the faun said and sat in the seat which she gestured to. He made sure to keep eye contact with her, as long as it were not creepy, and continued that steady and charming smile. "Ish it tomorrow already?" The female went on to ask, and Pak answered:
"It is whatever you believe it to be in these lands. For me, tonight is just tomorrow. For you, tonight could mean today."
The other old faun cut in with his large screams- "HE'S JUST AROUND THE CORNER, SOMEONE-" That was when the old coot snored and went into a peaceful slumber.
Pak sighed. "And for some people, tonight was a thousand years ago."
He turned back to the giant female. "But that doesn't matter now. Name yourself, if you would be so kind. I have seen many creatures in my time, but none as exotic as you. I wish to know what to call the greatly large beauty in front of me now."
Mozoga watched the male faun seat himself, waiting for her ale to arrive and looked around to see if the centaur female was on her way back. Not seeing her returning just yet, she simply sighed and looked back at the male across from her who was staring at her. She contemplated his faun, trying to judge if he was staring in fear and revulsion like so many others had before him. Not getting the feeling he was, she simply said nothing and let him stare. If anything, it kind of made her feel better about herself that he was not scared of her physical looks. However his long fancy words where bothersome and she grunted when he finished.
"You shpeak like a poet, shmall faun. I am but a shimple woman, fighting my way through life." She shrugged her shoulders, trying to convey the fact that what he had said literally meant nothing to her really. She then reached up, pushing a strand of dreadlocked hair out of her face and behind her ear. "My name ish Mozoga, shir. What ish your name?" She asked, attempting to smile and show the male that she actually cared despite her fanged rough face.
"You speak like a kind brute," Pak said to the female when she pointed out his fancy way of speaking. "Which, speaking like a brute is not a bad thing. You have power and strength on your side. You do not need to be as charming as I to get your way, you could just take it! Yet, even when you can take it, I can tell that you choose not to. Even if others can't see it, this brute that I am talking to has a very kind heart, doesn't she?"
"My name is Pak the wanderer. I travel the globe of Nysa on a mission to build a family of my own. What brings you to this Inn, might I ask?" Pak raised his empty cup to his lips, forgetting that he had no ale in it. Maybelle was taking her precious time to refill his cup, which was something she never did 'till now. Pak was beginning to get a little worried. What's more, the inn was suddenly ominously quiet. Pak noticed how the enthralling sound of workers moving about the hotel ceased. It was as though Pak and Mozoga were alone.
"It's quiet Mozoga... However, don't you think things have gotten a little too quiet?" Pak stood up and offered his hand to her. He was going to help her from her seat, but the faun remembered just how largel of a creature he was to help up, so he took away his hand quickly. " Uh... Investigate, shall we?"
Mozoga contemplated his words a few minutes, deciding how to respond to them. It was true, she was a brute she supposed. She was definitely not an intellectual, nor cared much especially much for deep intellectual or philosophical thinking. However it was not very polite to go around calling one a brute, even if they where one. Yet he tried to mitigate that condescending remark with a kind word, stating how being a brute was not bad. So she had two choices, to get mad at the rude remark or not to get made about it. She decided to take the compliment instead of the insult, because she got so few of them.
He spoke again, and she listened and nodded and was just about to remark upon his newest words, when he cut her off with an insightful remark. She blinked, her marbled granite grayish blue eyes bright and she turned her head slowly from side to side. With out another there to mention it, she would have totally missed the fact that there where conspicuously no workers about anymore. When the faun arose, she did as well ignoring his hand for the same reason he redacted the offer. It was simply a silly suggestion, however she smiled her ugly smile at him, really more a grimace through her protruding lower tusks, and nodded her head in thanks for the offer. It was the first time anybody, male or female, had offered a hand to her to help her from her seat. It was sweet, and a touch insulting. She was after all a warrior, and a warrior needed nobody's help. At least that was the persona most warrior's applied to themselves and she was not an exception to the rule. However she was not a rude creature and was, as he stated, a kind soul naturally. So she acknowledge the offered hand with her head nodded but nothing else because Pak had pointed out an incredibly important aspect.
"Ish like when a predator comesh around...everything goesh shilent. Even da cricketsh. Where ish everybody?"
Post by Acer Samara on Oct 21, 2015 17:26:19 GMT -5
It was the middle of the night and an odd pair made their way through the forests of Nysa, right on the border of this particular forest and the great plains of this beautiful world. One part of the pair a dark-toned male Chlorai, his skin the color of charcoal with neatly kept red lichens ordered into patterns which went nicely with the natural structure of his body, the lichens giving off a vaguely phosphorescent luminescence. This young man was lazily slouched on the back of his partner, a female Rahbop with a dark, forest green plumage, aside from one blue feather in the middle of her forehead.
Coming out of the edges of the forest, the pair made their way towards an inn which had been built a short distance from the wooded area fairly recently; however, due to its well-planned location, it had seen a good amount of traffic since its establishment. Since it was built fairly close to the most major route in and out of the forest, the inn did not have many problems with making sure that they were supplied with all that they needed to keep running, thanks to the merchants who often made their way through, or specifically made business with the inn.
Acer's hand reached out towards his companion's neck, just below where it would connect with her skull and, his fingers splayed, began to tenderly rub at her feathers and the skin beneath. "Alright, Emmy. We'll go ahead and stop here, and get a nice meal and bed for the both of us, for the morning." As they came to the front of the inn, Acer got down from his partner's back and went through the entryway, Emmy following him into the establishment.
The first thing that the Chlorai noticed upon his entrance was the odd pair sitting at one of the larger tables in the dining area; a faun and some odd and fascinating creature he had never seen before. However, he believed the being to be one of the "Orcs" his father had described once, a race which his father had only seen once himself. The second thing he noticed was that the place was perfectly silent.
It made sense for an inn to be relatively quiet at night, since most people who would make patronage of an inn this late at night would either be sleeping, or getting a meal before quickly heading to bed. However, the two people at the table seemed to be sitting and eating together, or else they wouldn't have been so close and sharing a table, with all the other choices of seating. Even stranger was the fact that they almost seemed to be on alert.
A mixture of surprise, confusion, and possible concern made its way on to Acer's face as he turned to Emmy, only to find her staring closely at another faun who sat in one of the corners; this one was definitely an elder, and seemed to be asleep.
The Chlorai quickly went to his Rahbop companion and, placing his hand upon the base of her neck, guided her away from the old faun, making his way towards the odd pair sitting at the table, since he saw nobody else around. "Excuse me," he said, not wishing to be rude in interrupting their silence, "Where is the keeper? Or his workers?" Emmy, behind him, gave a small squawk, as though repeating and establishing his inquiry.
"Ish like when a predator comesh around," Mozoga pointed out. "Everything goesh shilent. Even da cricketsh. Where ish everybody?"
"I don't know..." Pak admitted. "But I don't like it..."
As Pak was getting ready to adventure about the Hotel, a dark shaded chlorai walked into the building. Along with the chlorai was a giant rahbop. Pak was most impressed that this plant man could tame such a creature, and thought it magnificent in appearance. "Excuse me," he said politely. "Where is the keeper? Or his workers?"
"We were just going to look, my friend!" Pak said cheerily to the gentleman. He always welcomed new interactions; though he preferred the interactions to be female, he would never miss the chance to make a male friend. "My name is Pak," he introduced himself, taking a bow as he did so. "This is Mozoga," he gestured to the large female next to him, then he gestured to the little imp that was now climbing a table to get to a nearby lantern. "And that..." He sighed. "Is my pyromaniac imp, Bastard. If you would like, we could all go look for the employers together. Their sudden disappearance is ominous, and we may need some extra muscles... And beaks."
As Pak would move to the door that led to the room section of the hotel, his imp following right behind him, he was stopped by the sudden scream of the old faun once again. "HE'S COMING TO KILL US ALL! WE WILL ALL DIE!" The old thing then fell back to sleep when his screaming was done.
Mozoga looked on as the new arrival walked in to the room. A dark colored chlorai it was, and definitely a male he was followed by a large forest rahbop. She smiled to herself, knowing the creatures. She had occasionally hunted them for food, but found them really enjoyable to just sit and watch quietly. They where really majestic creatures, and deserved a lot of respect. When the male spoke, she looked from his animal companion to himself and nodded her head. She was going to speak when Pak spoke for her, introducing them both.
Mozoga reached her hand out to shake the chlorai's hand, wondering if he would shake her hand or not. After he did, or refused, she would place her hand back by her own side and looked around. She was a little worried by the fact that there was nobody around. It was simply not the way this place was. Although she rarely came here, she always knew this place to be fairly steady with customers and people wanting a place to stay the evening. The quiet was unsettling, and from a warrior's point of view it meant real danger.
She threw a look at the little saytr, and huffed a soft laughter. "Pleashe, you do not need more mushcle when I am around. I...very shtrong. I protect you." She grinned, looking at them both and nodded pointedly. She was strong, stronger then anybody she had ever meet. She was also constantly growing stronger as well, and she was proud about that. She would protect people with her strength, and use it for good.
Post by Acer Samara on Oct 25, 2015 18:39:58 GMT -5
Acer nodded his head idly as the faun, Pak, spoke, introducing himself and the female orc, named Mozoga. The female orc then proceeded to extend her hand towards Acer; the Chlorai taking her larger hand within his and giving it as firm of a squeeze as he could manage with his noticeably smaller hands.
Acer then spoke up, introducing himself and his feathered companion. "Nice to meet the both of you, I am Acer and this," the male gently stroke the Rahbop's neck as he continued, "Is my beautiful partner in crime, Emmy; it's short for Emerald."
The faun then said something about going to look for the employees together, and possibly needing more hands and beaks for help. In response to his words, Mozoga spoke up, saying "Pleashe, you do not need more mushcle when I am around. I...very shtrong. I protect you."
Acer tilted his head slightly at the female orc's words. Her lisp was quite unique, and they way her mouth moved to formed the words around her tusks was quite interesting to walk. Not as a source of comedy, simply interesting. And her words contained the noble spirit of a true warrior, seeking to use her strength to protect those she viewed as weaker than her. Acer took a liking to this noble orcess, and smiled in response to her words towards the faun as the small group made their way towards the rooms of the inn.
Suddenly, the old faun in the corner shouted out that somebody was coming to "kill us all" and that "we will all die!" Then he instantly fell back asleep. Acer looked towards the other two with a concerned expression on his face. "Does he normally do that?"
Mozoga softly laughed when Pak said that he may need more help for their mini quest. She then pointed out how she was more than enough help for any enemy, and Pak couldn't help but agree. He laughed with her. "It is true," he said to the very large woman. "With you next to me I feel ten times safer, and a hundred times weaker."
The chlorai introduced himself as Acer, then petted his animals neck, introducing the rahbop as Emmy, short for Emerald. Pak thought the name nice, and a wonderful match for that certain creature. When the old faun screamed out as he did, Acer looked at the group concerned. "Does he normally do that?" He asked.
"Only on a blue moon," Pak joked. "However, his screams does concern me... Where the heck are the employers?" Pak's curiosity was now getting the best of him. He couldn't sit with the others in that one large room anymore. His sense of adventure was calling to him, and he needed to answer it. So, Pak walked over to the nearest door that connected to the hall of bedrooms, and opened it.
Oh, how much did he regret that he opened that door... As soon as he did, what he saw next was a tall Minotaur, maybe even the same height as Mozoga, staring down at him with an axe. The minotaur was definitely male, had smelly light brown hair, and two horns that seemed to scratch the roof of the inn when the male walked. There were other minotaurs behind the first one, some as tall or as muscular as the first one. As soon as Pak laid his eyes on all of them, he found himself flying away from them without his own consent. He soared backwards until he landed on a table, breaking its foundation and sending him and the table crashing against the ground.
When Pak came to his senses, he realized that there were at least five minotaurs with axes, swords and shields flooding the cafeteria. The faun sighed, then stood up with a horrible aching back. "And here I was thinking that this mini quest was going to be boring..."
Mozoga released Acer's hand then rolled her eyes at the screaming idiot behind them, then glowered and capped Pak across the back of his head with her hand, making sure to do it softly so as to not actually hurt the faun. She just wanted him to know that he was being rude and in front of a new acquaintance as well. She turned to look after Pak as he moved towards a door and opened it. There, standing in the door way was a massive minotaur. This took Mozoga by surprise, as it was uncommon of them to be found in Nysa. She had great respect for minotaurs, one of the few races who could occasionally keep up with her massive strength in a fight making them a worthy adversary. She did NOT however like what they did.
As Pak went flying away, Mozoga moved as well. Her hands gripped the edge of the nearest table and she flipped it upwards. Then she slammed her shoulder in to the wooden table and gripped the edges. She grimaced, hating the feel of that cursed wood beneath her hands and hoping she would not get any splinters. They weakened her so much, and always ended up getting infected. Throwing her shoulder against the wooden table, she shoved the entire object away from herself with all her considerable might and sent the entire object flying straight in to the face of the closest minotaur to her where it would smash in to the bovine and send it hurtling back against the wall.
Mozoga reached down to her hip, grasping for her warhammer, only to find her hand... EMPTY! She had not brought her weapon or shield with her upon this trip, having only been expecting a few ales and a walk home. She could not bring herself to rip a chunk of the cursed wooden furniture off to use as weapon, and although she could use her fists to pummel these aggressive intruders in to submission there where still four, no five as the minotaur she had knocked down was slowly getting to his hooves, armed with weapons. She needed something to use to help even the odds and she cast her gaze around looking for something that was not wood.
