Log View

Source	Contents
Tiziri	Winter is turning to spring ever so slowly. Though a storm recently passed. Now? However? the fury is over. The drifts starting to gain a crust from the heat of the sun. Meanwhile, along the road towards the city, a young woman with blue hair is sitting on a rock, a spear leaned against the rock next to her and a large jug with a label that makes it pretty darned obvious it's wine next to her. Tiziri has got an inkstone and a brush at hand too, and is looking more than a little bit pensive too. Currently it's late afternoon, not quite twilight, instead the sun still high and the golden light of the Sun glistening over the melting snow.
Holegn	Crunching along where the road /should/ be is a familiar (possibly?) red-head. Her attention is on moving forward, and not slipping and falling onto her face. Wooden sandals don't make for the best of footwear for snow or winter months, but Holly has stubbornly cling to them. Draped over her shoulders is a seven section staff, wiggling back and forth in time to her steps. "Fine day for rock sitting.", she comments with a grin to the woman settled down.
Tiziri	"It is." Tiziri says with a grin. Reaching for her wine jar and then unstoppering it to take a swig from it. Then she holds it out towards Holegn. "The lighting is wonderful. I'm close to inspired. I think when the sun helps the shadows grow just a little more to paint a picture I want to capture in words." She says intently. Regardless of if the drink is accepted or not she goes on, "So what brings you out here?"
Holegn	The wine is accepted with a courteous bow, and she takes a swallow before passing it back. "Hmm, it tastes delicious when slightly chilled." Holly hops up onto the rock, hunkering down on her haunches beside the other woman. "Ah, hmm... the lighting is inspiring, though I am no artist. Myself, I am simply exploring. Going further afield, seeing what there is to see."
Tiziri	"It is. Though it was probably a bit better when it was still heated. But it's not warm enough to stay like that long. But it still warms going down in a different way." Tiziri says with a slight little giggle. "I'm mostly just trying to write a poem. I feel like I've been a little lazy about doing it lately and I'm feeling like I'm failing myself, and that's not a great feeling." She gets a sulky sort of pout to her lips.
Holegn	The red-head nods, "I will take your word for it. I am not a wine admirer, nor of most alcohol. Sadly, no matter how much I drink, I can't get more than slightly tipsy. It is quite frustrating." Holly nods, and then lets out a little laugh at the sulky pout. "Okay, that makes you look adorable when you do that. But you shouldn't beat yourself up, we are all our own worst critics, if we would be honest with ourselves. I don't know art, but I do know how a muse likes to work, and you can't force them, have to let them do their thing on their own time."
Tiziri	Tiziri is sitting on a rock, a spear leaning against it at easy grasp on one side, and a large jar that is obviously wine on the other. It is late afternoon on a clear late winter or very early spring day after a recent storm, the snow glistening with early melt. She is talking to Holegn. Then says, "I recommend it. It really is a wonderful way to meet people, and loosen social mores as we learn more. Some of my favorite memories are talking to people late at night over a jar of wine sitting around a campfire or at an isolated caravanserai." She sighs softly.
Holegn	The red-head crouched down on her haunches nods and chuckles at Tiziri. "Oh, I appreciate the social aspects of drinking, I just find it terribly unfair that everyone else is a damned cheap drunk compared to me." Holly laughs the, slapping at her leg. "And you're not wrong. Last time I sat at a campfire with someone was a fun week. Time flies and all that." She gives Tiziri's shoulder a light pat. "Well, I shall do my best to entertain, hmm? You can bounce ideas off me, my head's thick enough that they should bounce pretty decently."
Tepet Makara	Despite the dynast having traveled to the more luxurious districts of this Eastern city state, he wanders near the outskirts of the city. He gets an odd sense of comfort when he is near the wilderness especially for his silver mistress shines above. As he realizes that the borders to that dreaded shadowland is close, he remembers some particularly uncomfortable memories. While walking around the verdant field, he turns his attention to familiar faces. "Oh hello there. I guess you two already met" The Tepet scion greets them. "Can't believe Great Forks is near some shadowland, hopefully no undead would think to even come here" %
Tiziri	Tiziri keeps smiling, a little impression of being a bit further from sober than most. Or at least faking it. She nods. "I'm a poet, well. I consider myself such. I'm not sure I'm good, because most of what I am is a travelling spearwoman. I pay to go new places by defending caravans and the likes." She explains. "But I do like to think of myself as a poet." She sighs in a weirdly wistful fashion before going on. "And yes, drinking around a campfire is possibly one of the greatest joys in life. You're not wrong. Stories told, friends made, the dancing shadows and late hours. It's amazing." Then Makara is approaching and she smiles towards him. "Welcome. What brings you out here?" All the same, she plugs up the wine jar and throws it towards him without hesitation. A gracious hostess sitting on a rock! "I agree too. I hope nothing too untoward comes of it. But it's something to attract attention from mercenaries like me I guess."
Holegn	Holly nods slowly to Makara, "Yes, I met her some time ago, probably run into her two or three times in Great Forks." The red-head glances around, and then shrugs her shoulders. "I have not personally run into the restless dead. I trust that the warriors who protect this place are up to the task of dealing with such incursions. And I am willing to lend my capabilities to such a task." She looks to Tiziri, and grins broadly. "A warrior poet for hire. Can one hire you to make poems, or do you only do those on your own time?" Holegn grins. "I have always found that meals by fireside, out in the wilderness, taste better than anything else."
Tepet Makara	"I've been in that shadowland once although I plan to continue with others to find something there in some old Lunar's tomb" He shudders while mentioning his encounters in that death drenched land. "Well for the reason why I'm here is mostly to get a breath of fresh air for once. The city can be nice like my time here and in Greyfalls, but I sometimes wander out in the wilderness mostly out of boredom." "I ran in to some undead before and even managed to claw down a mortwight. But yeah, I think the mercenaries in Great Forks can halt whatever comes out there" He says in an assuring manner while looking at the moon above.
Tiziri	"The city hasn't managedt to deal with The Realm, Lookshy, and everything else for nothing." Tiziri says offhandedly, taking an all too deep breath as she suddenly ends up regarding Makara a bit more pointedly for some reason or another. "But yeah, I've yet to have to fight the dead. I've no desire to either, I can't say I am confident enough in my abilities even with some skilled sorts saying I should be. I'mstill young after all, that doesn't mean I'm good, just good for my age." She nods sagely. Then she grins to Holegn before saying. "I'll take money to write poems in a heartbeat. Far safer than guarding caravans, and far more enjoyable! A patron would be one of the best possible things."
Holegn	The red-head's humour fades from her expression. "Well, if you do go back, please be careful. From what I have read, and been told, nothing is as it seems in the shadowlands. I would not willingly go there unless the situation was dire indeed. Raul is very capable, and I think his soldiers are solid. The city should be okay." Holly's smile returns at Tiziri's exuberance. "May I ask how old you are? I am twenty-two summers, myself." The red-head settles down on her behind proper, stretching out her legs with a satisfied huff of breath. "I would happily be your patron, but hah, I have few coins to my name. Sadly, bandits burned down my inheritance... and slew my parents too. I could have weathered the lost of my ancestral home, but my parents' deaths were a shock." She lets out another huff of breath, a faraway look in her eyes briefly. "Tell you what? May I owe you a commission, and have you do a poem for the common warrior? One who does their duty, who risks their life, but finds comfort in a warm fire, good company, and the smile of brownish-haired woman?"
Tepet Makara	"Sure I'll be careful when going back there and thankfully there are others still with me. Yeah, Raul and his men are good at defending this city even if there are no threats....yet" Makara comments on the city's defense as they seem to be enough. "Oh, Tiziri is a poet? Would be nice to hear some of them. I'm personally bad at the art itself and even when it comes to writing battle chants, I suck at it" The dynast says with curiosity as he wonders if she will accept the commision from Holly
Tiziri	"We're close. I'll be 22 very soon. But yeah, close." Tiziri says in response to Holegn. She giggles a touch, looking towards that wine she threw to Makara to see if he is drinking yet, then says, "Coin is always sparse for artists. Hence, the spear." She giggles, covering her mouth as she does so. "So yeah, it is what it is." She shrugs, a bit of an exaggerated look before getting a pensive look on her face. Then she is looking to Makara some more. "I've been sitting here off and on for three days pondering. I've probably fifty failed attempts before even starting to write something down, and I'm fluent High Realm, Riverspeak, and Flamespeak. Also serviceable in Foresttongue. I've yet to come up with a poem I like. Part of it is simply persistence." She explains. Then she looks back to Holegn with a still thoughtful tone, "Lovely brown haired beauty / Reminds me of my duty / I stare at the warm fire / sighing at desire." Tiziri's lips are pursed. "I suppose that's a bit of a draft. A few moments thought over it."
Holegn	Holly nods to Makara, "I think the city is kept safe in part by their presence. Warrior to warrior, we both know that sometimes we're there to look imposing, to give appearances. Means that casual threats will pass the city by. That's why we patrol, too, yes?" Her serious demeanor once more retreats as Tiziri speaks, informing on her age. The red-head taps at the seven-section staff hanging down from her shoulders. "I hear you.. I'm hoping to get some work teaching Raullaur's men a few tricks here and there." Her expression brightens further. "Forestongue is my first language.", Holly grins broadly at the draft of the poem. "It is lovely! And you have put it together so swiftly, even though I put you on the spot. Well done!" The red-head leans forward, a hand on the other woman's shoulder, and whispers something to her.
Tepet Makara	"Oh right, people would rather buy the services of a mercenary rather than an artist nowadays." The dynast would nod in understanding the dilemma. "I see writing a poem is more difficult than it seems since it can take days from what you said. " Once the topic changes to Raul however, he turns his attention to it. "Teach them? I assume some tactics or training them with some weapons? Wish I could teach some tactics used by Realm legions to him as well, but don't wanna piss of my satrap or my higher ups. If I do, it will probably secret"
Tiziri	"I love poetry." Tiziri says with a smile. "I love the culture surrounding it. How I can go to certain tea houses and engage in veiled conversation. It challenges my intellect. Or how likewise, I can end up taking a wrong turn down an ally back in the city." she doesn't clarify which, but there's a real implication it's the one they all just came from. "...and encounter a depressed fire elemental who is challenging all comers to a poetry contest while others look on and judge." she giggles then. "That was fun!" Tiziri looks again to the Tepet. "And it's true. Don't get me wrong. I'd probably really like being some wealthy nobles' pretty poet, getting to look pretty and compose poems, go to fancy parties? I can't... ok, never mind, I can imagine and it sounds amazing."
Holegn	"Well, soldiers can protect you, and where will people find solace from danger but in the company of a warrior?" Holly grins at Tiziri a moment, and leans back in to whisper once more. She glances back to Makari. "Artists are expensive because art is hard. Good art is even more difficult. And to rattle off good poetry at the drop of a hat? Premium coin." She looks back to Tizi, and chuckles. "Be careful what you wish for, however. A gilded cage is still a cage. Pick carefully whom your patron is. So... how much coin would you charge for such a commission? I wish to pay you properly. When I have coin, you shall have it from me."
Tepet Makara	"some noble's poet huh? My house doesn't do parties that much, but you would fit in with those of V'neef and Cynis. To truly impress other houses such as Mnemon and Ledaal, I recommend learning Dragontongue since it's an old Shogunate language used in some verses and poems back in the Blessed Isle" "I know myself mostly because I was raised by an uncle whose a monk."
Tiziri	"The best would be a wanderer. Someone with a fancy pleasure ship." Tiziri says without hesitation. "Allowing for a wonderful leisurely trips, parties, new places, inspiration, and comfort. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love travelling. I do enjoy comfort too though." She grins all too widely. Then she nods to Makara. "What happens will. Though learning a new language is a joy all its' own. More art, more making words dance." She grins widely at that. "That said, dreams are dreams. What I have is them, who knows if the reality would work."
Holegn	"A flying ship? Or one that sails on the water?" Holly grins, "If you're going to wish, wish big, right? Hah, nothing wrong with enjoying a spot of comfort. My main vice is delicious food." The red-head's stomach gurgles, as if to remind her of something important. She manages to look sheepish. Holegn eyes Makara for a moment, "Dragontongue... an interesting choice. Though, won't it make a love poem sound... like you're declaring war on some poor nation?" The woman snorts, looking back to Tizi. "Only one way to find out if it would work."
Tepet Makara	"Oh right, Dragontongue did originate in the Shogunate so I can see why those who dislike the Realm may not like its usage. But it is amusing that some use it in war declarations instead of other writings" Makara gives a light hearted chuckle despite some implications of that language's uses. "Amusingly, my brother writes angry letters to me in Dragontongue in the most informal way possible. But anyway, my favored language to me is Skytongue mostly due to my experience with some Northern nations"
Tiziri	"See?" Tiziri says with a bright, excited sort of look about her. "Language can dance. It's how you make words dance. Flame tongue flickers, it's soaring and passionate! High Realm? Has the Weight of the Ancients and Heaven behind it. Something hard to deny, each word heavy with meaning and multifaceted. Riverspeak? Has a versitility that is hard to deny. Vibrant, flowing like the rivers themselves." She sighs softly again. "A flying ship does sound even better. Something to go to the far reaches of creation without obstacle!" She looks once more to Makara. "i've yet to have much experience with Skytongue, though someday!"
Holegn	The red-head snorts at Tepet Makara. "It was meant to be humourous. Not a ringing condemnation of the language." Holly chuckles and shakes her head. She eyes Tiziri a moment, and nods slowly. "I... you're right, it can dance. What of Forest-tongue? How does it rate for poetry?"
Tepet Makara	"I know Skytongue myself but wish I have the time to teach that language since I'm busy with legion stuff. I'm bad at describing the tongue, but is like an unforgiving freezing mistress yet still beautiful to behold. By the dragons I suck at descriptions" Makara laughs at his pathetic attempt at describing tongues. "I know its a jest but dragontongue is indeed a language of war since its used in some romantic and chivalrous tales of warriors sometimes"
Tiziri	"I admit I'm not yet comfortable enough with the nuances of Forest Tongue to describe it." Tiziri says, pursing her lips and obviously wracking her thoughts for a while before she says. "Though if you placed the knife to my throat I would probably say it is musical. Like the songues of birds and the winds in the leaves. Weighty with the shadows of the forest." She finally says.
Holegn	"Angry romantic and chivalrous tales of warriors and sorcerers.", Holly says, sticking her tongue out at the man. She gestures with her hand, dismissively. "I'm just messing with you. I know it's a strong language, and Tiziri is right. It is full of passion." Tizi's telling of Forest-Tongue has Holly grinning. "I would never hold a knife to your throat, but you are quite right in describing the language. If you wanted to learn how to speak it casually, I would teach you what I can. It's the least I could do."
Tepet Makara	"hopefully my satrap doesn't give me tons of tasks so I could have time to teach you Skytongue and Dragontongue. But it will be interesting if I know forest tongue myself since I wish I could travel far east especially since I hope to get rid of bandits in some trade routes"
Tiziri	"Some of it is probably just confidence now." Tiziri says with a bit of a shrug. "I lived there almost two years. It's just most people I knew spoke River or High Realm, so I was a bit isolated and prone to my own pursuits while I was doing so." She giggles. Then suddenly it's like something seems to catch her attention and she is looking out over the growing shadows from some of the trees off in the distance. After a few moments she snaps out of it and then says to the other two. "Perhaps in time. Thoguh I dare say I must take my leave now. I have an engagement soon. So my time pondering poetry must come to an end." A weird smile. "But so far it works. I have an idea, one I shall polish before committing to ink. It was nice speaking!" She says before jumping down and grabbing her spear, then hurrying off rather quickly towards the west, and a copse of trees, oddly.
Holegn	Holegn chuckles, and slowly gets to her feet, tapping her sandals against the rock, before stretching. "Hmm, maybe we could work something out. I'll have you fluently swearing and calling their mothers all sorts of names in no time!" Laughing, she hops down from the boulder, landing in ankle deep snow with a crunch. The red-head offers a deep bow to Tiziri. "It has been a pleasure, and my thanks for your wine and company. Perhaps we might share a campfire some time, drink and laugh like old friends together, hmm?" Holly offers Makara a bow as well. "Take care in your travels into the shadowlands. Hopefully you will have interesting stories to tell, yes?" The woman gives the seven section staff a twirl, and starts to head off down the road. "Be well, see you soon!", she offers with a wave.
Tepet Makara	"Thanks Holly and I will make sure I will be alive in once piece to tell stories about it. Wish I could tell stories of that Lunar that was entombed there but that's a story for another time" He nods to both of them as he prepares to leave. "I will be going back to my rented apartment on Great Forks and hopefully I'll see you two again