After the sun goes down (open)

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After the sun goes down (open)

Alren Snowchaser

A loud and cheerful laugh escaped his lips. Alren sat at the bar. His attention flickered over the scene, not focusing on one particular thing but rather trying to take everything in. Drink had flowed and had been doing so for a while now. Anyone who came in would be able to tell that most of those present in the inn at the moment was rather... Inebriated. Some were singing, the lyrics no more than drunken slurs which were practically impossible to make out and their original writer would have had trouble recognizing their work. Some had nodded off under the effects of the alcohol. Little groups formed, they were forced to speak loudly at times practically yelling if they wanted to be heard over the commotion.



Alren Snowchaser brought his pint to his lips. Taking another sip, one drink, two... He'd lost count how many he had had. For the time being, it didn't matter too much. He could afford it. He had enough to cover for it and pay for the night he would be spending here. He could feel some of the effects. He wasn't drunk. Not yet anyhow. Give it a few more he would be, For the time being, the young man was simply a little bit merry. The end result? Well, he was speaking a little more loudly than usual and busy entertaining, well, he wasn't too sure who they were. Some strangers and travels like him no doubt.



He put his drink back down on the bar, the glass was almost empty. It took him a moment to remember just where he had been in his story. It came back to him in a second or at least he assumed it had. At any rate, he doubted those who were listening to him would notice or remember. "So there I was... Alone on the glacier, with one rock and a broken sling, facing down a novite..." He allowed his voice to trail off for dramatic effect. Some of those who were still sober enough to understand what he was saying even looked interested.

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Adkir was bumbling around the city for a few hours after his Arena battle before he finally found a pub. He pushed his way in and pushed his way to the bar, and was soon served the Ale he ordered. A few stools away, some young gun was entertaining other patrons. He came in near what appeared to be the beginning of the story, and with nothing else, he sat and listened in, taking a long draw of his drink. Settling in, Adkir slipped his axe off of his shoulder and set it down against the bar beside him. The bar was rather high for the stubby little dwarf, his legs dangling several inches from the floor, but he paid no mind. It was good to be back in a friendly atmosphere.

"Watsa Novite?" He asked, turning to face the man. "I'ma...not from 'round 'ere." He added, covering his tracks for not being native to this world. He sat back in his seat a bit, brushing his beard as he listened, his hand lingering on his bone and emerald amulet.

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Alren Snowchaser

Alren hadn't noticed the newcomer enter. His senses had been dulled a little by the booze. As such, when the dwarf spoke to him, he ended up turning his head slowly and simply starring for a couple of moments. He had never come across someone like him before. It took him a moment to pull himself together and to get his brain into gear so that he might be able to answer the stranger in a way which at least made some kind of recognizable sense. "Well friend..." His voice trailed off for a moment as he took another swig of his drink. "If you've never seen  a novite then you're a lucky man."

Jumping down off of his stool, he found that it required more of his balance than usual to avoid tumbling. "See, they're like big spiders but they stand..." He lowered his hand to about a couple of feet above the ground to help give the dwarf an idea of the creature's size. "They're this tall and about this big." He did the same in terms of length, perhaps exaggerating a little. A few moments later, he slipped back onto the stool. Propping his feet up on an unoccupied one so that he leaned backwards against the bar. 

"They're mean beasts. Tear all the flesh off of you before you know what's going on." He found it a little odd that anyone could have not heard of a novite. He'd claimed to not be from around these parts. Maybe they were lucky enough to be spared of them where he came from. A part of him couldn't help but notice how short he was. It could just have been that he was used to his own kind but dang... Even for a human he was tiny. Well, stocky more like. Hm... He also had a big axe. Perhaps it would be best if he stopped starring. 

"So... There I was..." He continued with his story gesturing with his arms for effect. "Sure I was going to die. I thought about running but heck... Those things have got four times more legs than I do!" 

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Adkir more or less finished his drink with his second swig, which honestly was more of it disappearing into his body. He held up a finger to the nearest tender to order a second drink. "Aye. I've only jus' got 'ere wiffin the month." He sat there and listened to the man's description. A large spider? That didn't seem so scary. Especially considering Adkir's rather extensive list of beasts and monsters. Hell. His axe blade was made of a single mandible of what is effectively an Ant that stands several meters tall. A spider that was smaller than he was didn't frighten him. His dagger at his belt was a tooth about 8 inches in length attached to a short length of wood. His cloak/hood was made of a bear pelt. The only thing this boy's description did was make Adkir want to find one.

His mind began to run with various thoughts of what these spiders would look like, each one more scary than the last, until he was snapped back to the boy's story by a sudden thud next to him. A second mug of Ale had been slapped down, and he quickly took a long drag on it. Adkir was about to ask where to find one, but he thought better of it. Let the boy tell his story and have his fun. Maybe later, Adkir would chime in with a story of his own. Or maybe not. It would depend on how drunk he allowed himself to get before he left. His mind began to wander again, briefly. He wondered if he could get a jug to go later.

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Alren Snowchaser

The man's accent struck Alren as a little strange. Indeed, it took him a moment to understand or at least think that he might have understood what the stranger had said. He wondered where the short man came from. His clothes were definitely different from what the young Hyundren had come across before. Then again, he was new to the city and indeed to life outside of Heaven's Pass and in the rest of the world. As such, he was still learning the ropes and getting used to the fact that not everybody wore the same clothes or even looked the same. To him at least, some of these guys were darn strange...

He shouldn't dwell on it too much, no doubt he looked a little odd to some of the local inhabitants. He towered over a good number of them that was for sure. The young man shook his head briefly to get rid of all of the stray thoughts in his mind. If he didn't finish this story soon, he would be too far gone to be able to make sense at the end of it. "So what do I do?" He picked up his glass which was now empty. He held it as if it were the rock he had once thrown. "I get my sling-bullet and I throw it at the beast. Bang! I hit him right in the eye. Now they've got eight eyes, so he's just hurt but can still see me." 

Perhaps the problem with telling a story like this was that they all knew he'd made it out alive and pretty much intact. That was something of a spoiler, he supposed. Still, if he hadn't survived then they would all be listening to some other guy's tale. "So I rush forwards and grapple the monster. I got my broken sling and got it round his neck. Took me darn near five minutes but I managed to throttle him." He declared before calmly leaning back. He would have taken another sip of his drink, sadly, he had already polished it off. He contemplated ordering another, however the knowledge that his pockets were gradually running dry prevented him from doing so. 

He had better wrap up this story. Maybe he could tell another if those watching showed an interest. "And that, is how you face down a novite with one rock and a broken sling." He sat back, feeling a little chilled out largely because of the drink. 

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Adkir sat and listened to the story with only a hint of smuggness. He continued to take drinks as the story unfolded. A smile crept along his face as he thought of what was in his cart outside. He sat forward a bit and finished off his drink, waving with his free hand to draw some attention to him for his tale.

"Anya ye ever see a man wifda 'ead ofa Bull? Well, Tis calleda Min-o-taur. Somefin like 7 feet tall, arms an' legs like tree trunks. Wields an Axe bigger denya head." As he spoke, he would gesture and hold his hands apart to help show the actual length of the axe blade. "Found meself onda wrong end ofa charge. I ahvoided da charge an' wus able ta get a deep wound on its leg. I ended up on my back, had to roll ta dodge a swing from dah axe. Afta it missed, I gotup an' jumped onit. Bit inta it's arm and pulled off a big ol' chunk. I gave it Ah'notha deep wound on it's good arm." He had been leaning forward, speaking with a passion. His hands would swing as he spoke, imitating the battle.

"I take a few steps back, give it some room. Badly wounded, it attempts ta charge me. Know what I do?" He placed his hands on his knees, leaning forward hoping to further engage everyone. Adkir was well aware, sort of, that his story sounded like a fantasy. But that's how he wanted it. He wanted them to find his tale to be a bit beyond belief. Who knows, maybe some of them are far enough gone that they would believe a 3'9 stubby little man would be able to do this.

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Alren Snowchaser

The dwarf took over as far as the story telling went. This didn't bother Alren. Whilst he enjoyed a drink and a conversation but didn't require to dwell in the attention. On the contrary, sometimes having everyone's eyes on him unsettled the young man. Telling the story was a good way to ease any tensions he had had. He turned his gaze to face the stranger wondering just where he came from. He was peculiar enough to draw the young Hyundren's attention. Listening to him tell his stories was enough of an excuse for him to contemplate the stranger without hopefully seeming rude.

He had encountered a few dwarfs in his travels but in his experience they didn't quite look like this man. They were shorter but not as stocky. The stranger looked powerful and his clothes were decidedly peculiar. Despite his dulled senses, Alren found his interests peaked as he contemplated the stranger. Often, he would wonder where another had been and where they were from. No doubt, it was a legacy from his time in the mountains when it was so rare to encounter another that you were usually completely sure that they came from somewhere far away. That wasn't the case necessarily here. People came from all over, including just down the street. There were so many different races and peoples that he often found himself a little lost and occasionally he admitted that he felt at least somewhat homesick.

He listened with interest to the dwarf's tale. Albeit, he found it a little hard to follow. Not only because he had no clue what a "Min-o-taur" was, although it sounded like a fearsome beast. It sounded like the sort of monster which came right out of nightmares. It sounded like an impressive fight. If the stranger could be believed that was. He was acutely aware that drunken tales told to a crowd in an inn were sometimes quite far removed from the truth. 


The pause the dwarf left was no doubt for effect. Whether or not the dwarf was looking for audience participation or not remained to be seen but he certainly got it from Alren. "You get out of the way!" Alren declared his voice carried loudly across the room. 

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The young man replied to his question with enthusiasm. He had the reasonable answer, to get out of the way. That got a hearty laugh out of Adkir, who shook his head. "Nay, perhaps a normal man, but not me. I dug me heels in an' grabbed 'im by his horns. I yanked," he gestured violently with his arms, "ta get 'im on da ground. Iffin ya keep control of 'is head, ya can usually control the body. So I took me dagger, thrust it in the sidea his neck an' cut muh way out." That said, he reached over and gripped the wood length sticking out of a leather pouch at his hip. He withdrew the dagger and held it up. The large tooth (think sabertooth) was stained red, in the crevice where the tooth is attached to the handle having some still damp blood nestled deep.

"It's nay much ta believe, ye could be sayin' tis from anything. An' ye can believe whats ya want."

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Alren Snowchaser

Alren smiled as the dwarf laughed. He leaned backwards slightly, having to brace himself against the bar as he remembered that he was sitting on a stool and there was no back. It was a lesson he periodically learned and re-learned when he sat on these things. More than once, he had found himself starring up at the ceiling with his legs in the air. Sometimes, he would also earn a sore head from tumbling backwards and colliding with something. Thankfully, this time he was fast enough to catch himself and sober enough to be able to remember not to do it again.

Believing the dwarf's story took some effort. After all, in the eyes of the Hyundren, he was a short fellow, almost risibly so. On the other hand, life had taught him that you never could be too sure or too careful where others were concerned. The only way to really find out would be to put him in the same position again: if he was gored to death, then he was exaggerating, if he survived well then he was worthy of respect. In an odd way, it reminded him of his parent's telling him and his siblings tales of their own exploits around the fire as they clustered together at night, cooking their food and struggling to remain warm. More than once, his eldest brother had raised the question as to whether or not any of their stories had ever really happened and if they had if it had been exactly as they said it had been. At the end of the day, Alren had been inclined to accept them for what they were: stories. It wasn't worth wondering about just how true they were.

The young man waited until the dwarf was finished, starring at the object in his hand. He had no idea what it was. It could have come from anything he supposed. It certainly wasn't worth starting an argument over just what it was and call into question the truth of his story. Instead, the Hyundren opted to satisfy some of his curiosity concerning the stanger and be a little nosy. "Good story." He declared hoping to attract the dwarf's attention once more. "Can't say I've seen many like you. Where abouts are you from for there to be mina... Mori? Moranors?" He'd forgotten their name, No matter. 

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Adkir nodded as the young man shouted approval. The question of his origin took him a bit off balance but, without showing any real distinguishable reactions other than a burp, he took a moment to think over his answer. Last he knew, his kind apparently were bad or something. Something something don't tell anyone you're not from this world because some god decided to pluck you from yours for whatever reason. None of it made sense to Adkir really, but this was his life now. With only a few moments pause, he responded.

"Les just say I'm froma loooong ways away." He shifted in his seat some, one arm propped against the bar to keep him upright. "But ya say ya never seen one? Whell!" He exclaims, slipping the dagger back into the pouch before leaning forward. "Do ye wanna!?" This was quite exciting. The alcohol was having a negligible effect on him, dwarven stoutness and all that. Without awaiting response, he hopped from the stool and gathered up his axe, waving the man and whomever else along. "Comeon comeone, let us see." He power walked out of the building and across the street to where his decent-sized handcart had been stashed between two buildings. Tossing the Axe in the back ontop of the pile of furs, he pulled it out and rotated it some so whoever followed him could get a view.

Around back, he untied the rope that he had lashed across and folded up the various furs he had covering the mangled corpse of the 7 foot tall manbeast. Axe not included. The right arm appeared to have had the meat nearly torn off the bicept, and several deep gashes on a leg and the other arm. Not to mention that it had been roughly 50% decapitated. Hands on hips and head held high, Adkir proudly presented his most recent slain beast.

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Alren Snowchaser

The young Hyundren paid close attention to the dwarf, although any doubts or uncertainties he might have had went unnoticed by Alren who contented himself with watching from afar as he listened to the stranger's reply. He found himself wondering if a "loooong ways away" was as far as he himself had come to find himself here in this inn. Those mountains he called home seemed painfully far away sometimes and whilst it wasn't all fond thoughts and a pleasant nostalgia trip, the dark haired man frequently found himself thinking back to his family and wondering if they were keeping well. He knew what it was like to be far from home. That was to say at times almost unbearably lonely, despite the fact that he rarely found himself isolated these days.

Alren was quick to follow the dwarf as he left pushed mainly by curiosity. Even on the best of days, for a Hyundren, he was a young man pushed largely by his instincts rather than reflection. Sometimes that served him well, others... Less so. More than once, his eagerness to experience the world had lead him into trouble of one sort or another. As such, as he followed the stranger along with some others whose curiosity had been spiked by the tale without thinking about it. Simply eager to see what all of the fuss was about and lay eyes on this terrible monster for himself. Somewhere along the line, he was a little skeptical, it wouldn't be the first time someone had exaggerated things to make themselves look bigger. Standing up front, he waited patiently to see the beast. 

He found himself not disappointed. This mino... Whatever. Was every bit as scary as the stranger had described, not least because of the fact he had quite clearly been butchered. Blood wasn't a sight which particularly bothered Alren, he'd been hunting all of his life which naturally involved a fair amount of bodily fluids being shed. So found himself able to overlook the gore and focus purely on the beast. He wondered if he would have been able to take such a creature down. He liked to think that he would have. Looking back up at the dwarf, the Hyundren asked: "What are you going to do with him?" After all, he couldn't very well cart that body around with him for much longer. Surely it would begin to rot and the locals were unlikely to thank him for that. "Eat it?" He was quite serious.

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"Probably." He stated quickly. He wasn't quite sure what to do with it honestly, it did have the body of a human and Adkir wasn't too keen on eating sentient beings. That's not to say he hasn't eaten the occasional intelligent race. It was his self-appointed goal in life to try basically anything.

"'owever the main reason is I need da horns. I may use it more to fertilize an' for huntin' big game." As he spoke, he began to cover the corpse back up and tie it back down. He had bled the beast earlier before he left the arena, while being hurried along by guards because whatever. "Had ta fight wiff the guards 'bout takin' it. Somea dem didn't want me ta, but I wasn't gonna leave it." After tucking the cart back inside the little cubbyhole, he ushered everyone back inside by waving his hands in a sort of leading animal way. You know the way. Your arms are outstretched some and you're waving your hands to try and lead animals without actually touching them.

"I best be on my way, I've gotta few tings I need ta do before I set sail." That said, Adkir returns to his cart, and sets off, heading to his stead in the forest.

(Sorry man, but I'm retiring Adkir. He's just not working out too well on this site. Too reclusive for me to be involved much.)

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Alren Snowchaser

The Hyundren wasn't too sure if he would have eaten the creature himself. Where he came from, the food supply was such that generally pretty much anything went. However, they did tend to draw the line at beings which had a certain level of intelligence. In short, things which they could find themselves relating to. Humans for instance were strictly off of the menu. He was sure that a few tribes occasionally driven by hunger might be willing to make an exception if it meant avoiding starvation but overall, as far as he was aware things which talked and thought weren't eaten. It just didn't feel right. He didn't know enough about this creature to say for sure one way or another and he was acutely aware that things looked very different when you were hungry. It did however have the body of a man which made it a little closer to his kind that he would have liked if he were considering eating it.

The fact that you could use horns as fertilizer was news to Alren. His kind had never really come up with agriculture. It was rather had to grow anything on ice after all. As such, he still found it odd that people found anything productive to do with animal waste for instance. He could however see how the horns could potentially be reused and come in handy later on. Something that the dwarf said however spiked his interest as he followed the group back inside. It had been an unusual encounter for the young Hyundren who lingered on the doorstep for a moment as he watched the strange little man roll away his cart.

He wished him well, even although they scarcely knew each other. He stood outside for a while, even once the dwarf was well out of sight. Alren raised his gaze to the stars. They looked different here. Not good or bad, just not the same as how he had known them when he was back at his home. It was something he knew he was going to have to get used to. Letting out a sigh, the Hyundren returned inside. He had a bill to pay after all... Besides, the night wasn't quite done yet.

(O.O.C.) : Don't worry I understand! It was nice RPing with you!

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