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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Feb 24, 2023 17:57:46 GMT -5
The Dusty Refuge was one of Izzy's most favourite places in all Zeinav. Truly, it was a hard choice, because most of the places in Zeinav were Izzy's favourite, but this one, especially, had a special place in her heart. It was where everyone came to, no matter what walk of life they were from, to bump elbows, drink and make merry.
It wasn't too busy, today. Decently so, but a recent sandstorm was keeping most reasonable people out of the streets and away from any windows. That resulted in a couple of people being cooped up inside for longer than maybe the'd prefer. Though the room bustled with lively, idle chatter, she could sense tension brewing, laced in the undertones of her fellow patrons.
For her part, Izzy was magnanmatic about it. Bored if anything. The giant tiefling sat at a table, best one in the house, of course, leaning precariously on the chair's back legs with her feet up on the table itself. Tendrils of smoke curl above her head from her cigar, up and around her horns, one of which has a large, blood stained ring endorned around her curves. A half-finished ale sits next to her at the table while she listens to the prattle. Enjoying a niiiice day off.
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Gods, it was boring.
She heaves a sigh, expelling a cloud of smoke and ash straight into the air above her. What to do, what to do. She had an itch for a little bit of chaos, but was it worth the risk of getting thrown out into the storm. ...mm. Maybe.
The doors swing open, buffeting everyone with a blast of wind and sand before it is hurriedly closed. Several patrons yell a protest or insult, but the band of three walk in with a sneer. "Shut yer yaps, yer fine." one says, gruff as he looks. An older human, scrawny with a hollow look in his eyes that was not from hunger or sleep, but something decidedly unkind, walked up with his two companions to the bar; a portly elvish man, and a feminine looking felinekin.
Izzy's brows lift, interest piqued. She watches this closely, and notices the felinekin glances her way, and then whispers something to her companions. They also glance her way, and then continue with thier business of getting drinks for the night. Izzy's sharptoothed grin stretches broadly. Maybe things were getting interesting after all.
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Post by froggy on Feb 24, 2023 20:52:54 GMT -5
Amelia was enjoying a good beer, trying and somewhat failing to ignore the heat of her clothing. She needed to figure out why she kept going to these places, all she felt was the heat of the tavern. She took a long swig of her drink, looking around. It felt good to be in a tavern, though the sandstorm was rather annoying. She had enough of this heat and wished to leave soon, but that didn't look like an available option. Oh well, more drinks for her.
She eyed a group that had just walked in, slamming the door open without a care. Sand and wind pummeled in. What a nuisance. She rubbed the sand out of her face, dusting herself off. Amelia watched them go by, talking in a gruff voice. They looked as friendly and inviting as a scorpion did.
Amelia turned to her drink after seeing them eye a patron. No doubt a fight would ensue soon, she didn't plan on getting in the middle of it. She did worry for said patron though, she should check on them after. Or step in if it got to rowdy. Or just try and stop it, period. Whatever she did, it should be concerned with the best interests of that patron in mind.
She took another long drink, eyeing everyone else carefully. She hoped no one else was in the mood for some fighting, but she could feel the tension. Maybe she should order a round for everyone? Yes, that was the best option... Probably. She stood up onto the table she sat at, put on a wide smile that crinkled her face, and and called out, "This rounds on me everyone! Drink up!" And she raised her beer into the air and plopped back into her seat, taking the finishing sip and ordering another drink.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Feb 27, 2023 2:43:33 GMT -5
Izzy's long, alligator-like tail swishes back and forth just a bit, like a cat preparing to engage in an enticing hunt. She had no idea why they might be giving her the eye; she didn't recognize any of them, and she had a running tally of people she should be wary of after screwing them over. Though they could be just acting on behalf of someone of the same--
Her attention shifts as an older woman-- dwarvish, maybe?-- declares that this round is on her. A cheer goes up in the Dusty Refuge, gamblers, drunks and thugs alike all suddenly in a fine mood now that people were getting a little extra swill. Izzy even joined in the cheer; she'd happily take the good woman's offer. Especially now that these fine folks were about to be even more inebriated.
While the bartender busies himself getting all the ales together and a tab to the generous patron who had simultaneously made his night and complicated it exponetially, Izzy keeps her head on a swivel. She was still bored, you see, and boredom with Izzy was just about as dangerous as a child with a knife.
Sure enough the trio who had entered in the midst of the storm cheerfully knock their mugs together and throw it back. They have a look around the room, and, feeling in a better mood thanks to the generous woman, they glower in Izzy's direction and take a seat at a table nearby. Ah, so that was it.
Izzy grins, mostly to herself. She sips her drink idly and tiiips herself back and forth. Baaack and forth. Baaack and forth. Every time, there's a high pitched squeak; not enough to be heard over the din of the tavern, but, for anyone close enough, say, sitting at the next table over, it was practically untenable.
The felinekin, her ears flat against her head, twists around in her seat to glare at Izzy. "Stop that!" She hisses.
"Stop what?" Izzy purrs. The chair creaks again. "I'm just minding my own business." Creaaak. "Why don't you three just enjoy your drinks?"
The elvish man then glowers at her, his expression stern and disapproving, if more mild than that of his comrades. "Ma'am," He says slowly, "If you don't knock that off, I will have to make you?"
Izzy's grin suddeny widens. Bad choice of words on his part. "Oh, well if you insist..."
Her alligator tail come swooshing out, batting out the leg of the chair the elf was sitting in and taking him to the floor. Izzy has to bite her lip to prevent herself from tittering, as the man picks himself up off the floor, and his friends get to their feet. "Well, that was clumsy of you. I thought I was supposed to knock it off, not you."
The human man strides up to Izzy's table and gives it a kick. The rest of the tavern is looking now, staring openly at what appears to be an imminent fight. "I've had about enough of you, you devilspawn. You get the hell out of here, and you can leave walking."
"Or, better idea," Izzy says calmly, not reacting to the insult, completely unmoved and beatific. She raises her glass. "We could have a toast~." And in the act of raising the tankard, she throws it in the human man's face, and shoves the table forward, into his waist. He buckles and staggers back, winded, as the table hits him dead centre.
Izzy gets to her feet slowly, unfurling all of her tremendous height as she leers down at the now very angry trio. "But maybe you'd like a dance instead."
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Post by froggy on Feb 27, 2023 21:45:27 GMT -5
Amelia leaned back in her chair, satisfied as the bartender brings her the tab. Might be a lot, but hopefully it'd loosen tensions a bit. Or so she had thought. She dropped the last of her beer into her mouth, and took the next drink that had been brought to her, slowly drinking it.
She eyed to where the 3 newcomers sat, next to that tall maiden. They eyed her when they walked in, which was why she bought that round. Now that they continued to eye the lass, and the lass seemed to be doing nothing but somehow bothering them, perhaps getting everyone more drinks wasn't the best idea. Well, mistake on her part.
Amelia's eyes wandered around for a bit, before focusing back on the 4 people. They appeared to be about to start up a fight, and then the tall lass shoved a table into someone! Ack, this wasn't bound to go well.
She watched in slight horror as this began to unfold, panicking. What exactly was she meant to do? she watched as the newcomers yelled, and the fight started. This wasn't bound to go well, fights never went well. Usually she could stop them before they got bad, or before they happened, but this wasn't the tavern she worked at.
Amelia watched, sitting up and straight, ready to jump in if needed. Maybe this would get the tensions of everyone gone, and then no other fights would occur? She leaned forward slightly, and to the side to jump out of her chair. This was not great, not great at all.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 1, 2023 1:24:26 GMT -5
Alas, alack, o' woe for Amelia and her generous, kind attempt at stymying the growing tension-- it's a brawl.
It starts isolated, as it always does, before quickly cascading into a series of events that became inevitable. The big elf, having picked himself up off the ground, stands to throw a strong uppercut at the tall tiefling. She sways backward on the balls of her feet, and puts her hands on his and the felinekin's shoulders. Her ember-like eyes gleam, as if fanned coals[1]
"Now now, friends, we can talk this out can't we?" The faces of her foes contort as she takes her hands away and steps back. With a wild yowl, the felinekin launches herself at the elven man, who similarly bellows in rage. They tear at one another, wildly, blindly attacking the other. Izzy puts a hand to her cheek, feigning shock, and not doing a very good job of it.
"Goodness!" She looks down at the human man who gawks at his companions as they scream obscenities at one another. He's still recovering from the blow to his abdomen from the corner of the table. "Think you oughta get a handle on that?"
The man wheels on her, red in the face and furious. "What did you do,"
"Why, nothing at all! They just snapped. Weird, innit?" Her grin widens, a slow, predatory spread.
Over the top of his head, Izzy can see the felinekin slam her feet into the elvish man's chest. He goes sprawling across a busy table, knocking down drinks, food and people. Cries of 'Hey watch it!' and 'YOU OWE ME A NEW ALE, SLIME' start to go up. One person, not related to the fight, is accidentally pushed into another, a drunk carrying his drink back from the bar, and the man spills his drink. The drunk whirls and clocks the stumbling bystander right across the jaw, sending him spinning into the bar where he knocks over yet more bottles.
Half the tavern is on it's feet now. The human man snarls up at her and takes a swing at her stomach.
Izzy steps into the blow, letting it go right under her arm as she puts a hand up to palm the man's head. Grinning wildly, her hand completely encompassing his face, she stalks forward, the man grasping at her hand as she propells him backwards along the floor. "Next time, sugar, keep to your own table, mmkay? That one's mine." She had deduced that the man and his friends had wanted her larger, better accessible table to themselves, and had been angry she was hogging it. Little did he know, she had dibs; her name was carved into the edge and everything. Then, with a push, he is lost to the brawl itself, caught in the crossfire and blindly swinging back.
The tavern increases in its uproar with the table Amelia sits at getting rattled and bumped into. A young woman with glassy eyes is thrown onto its surface, dazed.
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Post by froggy on Mar 1, 2023 20:31:02 GMT -5
Amelia panicked, seeing the place go into absolute havoc. People were fighting each other, throwing punches and kicks, slapping and shoving. She inched her table back, closer to the wall than it already was. This was a nightmare for her, all she wanted was some refugee from the sandstorm outside and some drinks. She winced as a young woman fell onto her table, looking dazed and pretty beat up. Amelia quickly helped the woman off the table, watching her stumble away from the table quickly.
This, this was a disaster. She listened to the hoots and hollers of the other bystanders, cheering on their friends or booing the people they didn't like. The lights seemed to flicker with each hit, like it was taking the hit as well. The walls were standing solid, but to her anxious mind it seemed like they'd fall at any moment. Amelia tried to help those she could get back up, but she didn't risk leaving her table.
As she sat there, losing interest in her drink and looking down, fidgeting with her thumbs, someone approached her. She sighed quietly and looked up, expecting to see a half passed out patron itching to fight her. The main fighting had died down, some insults were being thrown and people were yelling about their ruined drinks, but it was calmer and less tense. But of course, some still wanted to fight, those who didn't get a chance to before or were too scared to get ganged up on in the main fight.
Amelia threw her hands up, protecting her face as a punched lashed out and hit her straight in the arm. She scrambled up, knocking her chair over as more patrons watched. People were throwing boos at the patron that tried to punch her, Amelia realizing it was because she bought that last round, but none made any attempt to help. Drat it, this was nothing like the tavern she worked at, they could stop a fight before it happened, their patrons had remarked. Admittedly, some said that with a bitterness in their voice, but you can't please everyone.
She smiled sheepishly to them, someone with elvish ears and short blond hair. Their features were simple yet elegant, amber eyes and thin lips. Their skin was a light golden orange, and they were tall. They almost seemed regal, if it wasn't for the fact that they were flat out drunk and stumbling around blindly. Oh no.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 3, 2023 20:19:31 GMT -5
Izzy watches the chaos, using her cigar like a conductor's baton as she manages the tempo of the chaos. Here and there, she casts a spell[1][2], creating animalistic fury in some and confusing others. She still had to duck, dodge, and weave, but Izzy was right at home in the fray, practically dancing her way through the crowd. Some faces she had to crack, of course, but only because the were swinging at her first. Despite the absolute madness of the brawl, people generally seemed to be having a good time! Or, at the very least, they were fighting with enthusiasm, which, to Izzy, was pretty much the same thing.
All but one, that is.
Keeping eyes on the room, during a sweep Izzy spots the older dwarf woman who had bought everyone around dealing with someone stumbling towards her. Now, she didn't look like she was enjoying herself or participating in the chaos at all. Normally, Izzy wouldn't feel toooo bad about such a thing-- when you got into a bar in Zeinav, you were practically asking for a bar fight-- but seeing the older gal clearly not wanting to hurt anyone, and had been nice enough to buy drinks for a cooped-up crowd. That got her a good name in Izzy's books.
She strides her way over, large hand clasping around the staggering drunk's wrist and spinning her around. "Mind if I cut in~?" Izzy gives her a twirl and leads her in a few steps, before letting her whirl back into the crowd. "Whupsie daisy!" Cackling, she turns her gaze back to the old dwarf, holdinng out a hand to help her out of the main area. "First time in a Zeinavian tavern, ma'am?"
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Post by froggy on Mar 5, 2023 13:20:31 GMT -5
Amelia gave a very tiny sigh of relief as the one who had pretty much been the start of the fighting stepped up, handling the drunken person. Of course, there was a chance that she only did that because she wanted to fight Amelia herself, but that was hopefully a low chance.
Her suspicions that the stranger just wanted to help her out were proven, as she extended her hand to Amelia. "First time in a Zeinavian tavern, ma'am?" The person asked. Yes, yes it was. "Yeah, didn't think they were this rowdy!" Amelia exclaimed, following the person out of the main area. "Thanks, that was... Definitely more chaotic than the one I used to work at, I can say." She paused. "And are you alright? You were the first one who started getting punches thrown their way."
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 5, 2023 19:18:31 GMT -5
Izzy cackles, helping the older woman away from the midst of the fray. "Only places rowdier are the Marsh Flats and Darkveil, in my opinion, but this place can turn on a dime. It's like that when it gets hot."
She gestures to the corner of the bar to take a seat on, as a bottle whizzes overhead and crashes into the shelves behind her. The barkeep looks up from his work, and gives Izzy and Amelia a warning look. Izzy lifts her hands peaceably, grinning, showing they meant no harm. The bartender rolled his eyes and went back to preemptively writing down a statement to the owners and the guard, whenever they decided to show up.
"You're welcome for the assist! You paid for people's drinks, you oughta get a free pass. Oh, me?" she looks herself over and snaps finger guns at the older woman. "Right as rain~. Name's Izzy, ma'am. Pleasure to meet you. Now, you said you used to work in a tavern? What brings you away from it, and so far from non-rowdy taverns?" Her brows lift in interest, though one eye always remains on the ongoing fight. Without her constant intervention, some of it is starting to peter out, with only a few left standing.
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Post by froggy on Mar 9, 2023 13:51:17 GMT -5
Amelia gave a nod to the stranger, who had been the cause of all this ruckus. "Those places definitely aren't an my places to go list, I'll tell you that." She chuckled and shook her head. She followed the stranger to a new seat, sitting down in a chair. The barkeep gave them that warning look she would give to people who were making the crowd itching to watch a fight.
"Glad to hear your alright, at least." She looked around, most of the patrons pretty bruised up or bleeding. "Can't exactly say the same for these other folks." She paused, hearing the stranger speak and say their name, and clapped her hands in front of her. "Ah, right! Names Amelia, nice to meet you." She paused for a moment. "And I came because, well, figured why not?" She shrugged, not having much of an answer. "Took up adventuring a little bit ago, still getting used to the differences in every place." She gestured to the stranger, or Izzy, as she said was her name. "I take it you like all this chaos here, I assume thats why your here?"
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 11, 2023 12:30:45 GMT -5
"Course I am! Sometimes folks just need a good ol' fashioned tension release, stuff like this is the most socially acceptable way of doin' that." She grins, "Besiiiides, they all had a good time!"
The brawl petering off, someone slumped over a table slips off the edge and falls to the floor.
She looks back as Amelia introduces herself and grins. "Pleasure to make your acquaintence, Amelia. So you came all the way to Zeinav becauseeee you felt the wanderlust? I see, I can respect that." she chuckles and takes a drag on her cigar. "Adventuring life is fun. How long have you been at it?" Amelia was a touch older than most adventuring upstarts, or so it seemed. Why start now? Why leave where she was from to come all the way down here?
"Mmm," Izzy hums thoughtfully as she glances to the room again. "I suppose you could say that. I'm a Zeinavian, born and raised. This kind of thing is in my blood, y'know? Though I've been around; I travel a fair bit as a private detective. But Zeinav city is home sweet home." Her head tilts in curiosity, a grin spreading over her face. "And I dare say, if you've come all this way, maybe you like a little chaos too, no?"
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Post by froggy on Mar 12, 2023 22:01:30 GMT -5
Amelia smiled, somewhat awkwardly as Izzy said this was both normal and socially acceptable. Maybe most taverns were like this, or just the ones here. Well, she wasn't one to judge, she wasn't raised here. She watched as someone slumped off a table, thumping onto the floor. Yeah, maybe no more Zeinav trips for her. At least, not for a while.
She shrugged as Izzy asked about her reasoning for coming here. "Guess it was just wanderlust, but I think I'll be sticking closer to home soon. Still got places to see, but then I'll stay away from large travels often. Draining all my money!" She gave a big hearty laugh, smiling. She slowed to a stop as Izzy asked how long she'd been adventuring, making her pause to think.
"Well, fairly new. Wouldn't say that long, not even over a month if I'm being honest. Not sure the exact amount, I've just been travelling. Certainly much to see, all these different places." She grinned, looking at Izzy as she spoke up. She nodded along as Izzy spoke, listening without much comment.
She put her hands up and chuckled as Izzy said that she has to like a bit of chaos as well, coming here. "Ah, no. Well, maybe a little. Its always fun until it gets out of hand, then its not anymore. Chaos isn't really my thing, unless it concerns a tavern. Although, not a tavern fight. Never a fan of those, especially since we had to deal with the aftermath of it. All those broken things and injuries, not a fan." She shook her head, recalling her homey little tavern.
She sighed, looking to the rest of the tavern, seeing a bunch of bodies slumped in random places. She winced, seeing one particularly bad injury that had been given to a patron. "You sure this is a usual thing?" She asked, looking a tad concerned. "This seems like a pretty bad fight." She looked back to Izzy with a questioning glance, hoping that this wasn't the usual here.
Amelia shook her head. "Anyways, I ought to thank you for helping me out, hows a drink sound to you?" She grinned again, reaching for some coins she had. She pulled some out, waiting for a response from Izzy about what she'd like. "And I'd like to hear about you, if you don't mind. You're a great conversation, wouldn't mind to hear more."
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 15, 2023 19:06:16 GMT -5
"Usual? Sure is! Would I lie to you?" Izzy gives Amelia a voracious grin; yes, yes she probably would. But that was neither here nor there-- at the moment, she was telling the absolute truth. "World's gone all sideways and the people are feeling the tilt, so to speak. Makes sense that folk wanna let of a bit of steam now and then. That's what taverns are for, after all."[/color]
"Wandering around sounds like fun though; what brought you outside your town all the way to good ol' Zeinav?" She asks, tipping the legs of her stool back and forth a little restlessly.
The Fellblood's eyes sparkle at the offer of a drink. "Wellll since you're offering~," She sliiides her upper half along the length of the bar, languid and not paying any mind to the damp surface where alcohol had been splashed. "Mighty kind of you. I like me some Arak. You ever had it?" she flashes a grin to Amelia. "Kind of licorice-y, naturally sweet. The kind that y'gotta mix with water, or you'll wind up in a gutter. Love the stuff."
Her brows lift slightly as Amelia asks more about her. Rare that anyone was actually interested in her, personally; more often people were more used to what she was doing. "Who, me? Depends on what you wanna know. There's not much to tell; born and raised here in Zeinav, private investigator, I enjoy breaking things and music and general good times! That about covers the bases, unless you have a more specific question?"[/font]
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Post by froggy on Mar 17, 2023 9:01:23 GMT -5
Amelia slowly nodded as she listened to Izzy talk. She sure was... A character. Definitely a character, guess that spiced up life for others around her. "Worlds tilting and people are feeling it, first time I've heard it put that way." She commented, looking around again.
Amelia shrugged as Izzy asked why she left her hometown. "As you said, wanderlust. Couldn't handle feeling like I'd be cooped up in my home for the rest of my life, I'm not really one to just be content sitting and staying." She chuckled, shaking her head. Nope, staying in one spot wasn't for her. Perhaps she'd stay in the Frost Gale though. She shook her head. "Never had the stuff, I just like to stick with a good ol beer or ale." She replied, watching Izzy. "But everyones got their own preferences, of course." She shrugged again. Izzy obviously was strong, makes sense she'd like her drinks strong as well. Amelia smiled as Izzy said what she liked. "No specific questions, mainly just looking for a chat." She laughed, ordering the drinks for them. "I'm from the Frost Gale, not much to say about me besides that." She grinned, laughing again. "Do have some stories from the lovely old tavern I worked at, though." She looked at Izzy, happy for an interesting conversation.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 18, 2023 20:32:32 GMT -5
"You oughta give it a try! You're already lookin' into new experiences, why not a little sippy-sip?" Izzy grins ear to ear, listening with a tilted head. Interesting. Just wanderlust, or wandering away from something? A woman of her years seemed like she would have some family, if not her own children, then perhaps cousins, siblngs, a partner, a wacky neighbour. Why walk away from all that, plus the tavern she had apparently called home for so long?
Izzy lifts the drink off the counter as it's provided by a leery bartender. "Ahhh wonderful. Thanks again, ma'am, very appreciated." In the process of taking a long sip, the fellblood checks over her shoulder at the battered and bruised crowd as they started to rouse. She might have to deal with that later, or just bail before she could face some repercussions for her actions, but for now, she could chat and hang with Amelia, and these interesting little stories she was being teased with. And if there was one way to get Izzy interested, it was the promise of information.
"Ooohhh, you have stoooorieees?" Izzy's grin stretches, eyes flashing a little with interest. "I love a good story. Do go on, I would be delighted to hear allll about your tavern stories. What's the best one you've got?"
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