RP; New Faces

One morning, as Von walks into the taproom of the Mermaid he sees Syvil outside; sparring. He is twirling a staff around and moving in a soft pattern; he seems very practiced in it.

-he smiles and walks over to him and does a few morning streches - morning syvil how are you doing this morning its a beutafull day - he streches hard and lets out a groan -

Syvil releases a deep breath and moves his pose into that of a seemingly defensive position; balancing on one leg. Ah, Von, yes indeed; good morning. Last time showed me I still have much left to learn, and now I have new bruises to work through. But every hurt is a lesson learned! Even as he says this you see him struggle to stay upright as the cringes with sudden pain; and his ankle gives.

My mentor use to say Paine is just weakness leaving the body -he grins-  so how would you like to do a littel training today -he swings his Warhammer up over his shoulders resting it on them -

Syvil eyes the hammer wearily. I would like to spar; but that thing could cave my ribs in... Try one of those. He points towards a rack of weighted but less lethal practice weapons; himself going over to strap a shield onto his arm before nodding at you and taking a defensive stance. This could be fun.

-he slips the hammer into a lether lupe on his right hip and goes over and picks up a pratice warhammer and brandashes his sheald - lets have some fun 

Syvil stands still and for a moment you get the feeling a real fight is about to start, but he breaks his serious manner with a small smile and jestful swipe at your legs; jokingly testing at your defenses.

-von jolts back, a littel smurk comes across his face as he looks at you , he rushes forword his sheald infrunt of him his hammer behind , he swings at you - 

Syvil backwards and sideways; interposing his shield in turn and keeping out of reach. As the sparring continues you see Syvil sweat somewhat, at first it seems he might have a fever or something but you soon realize he heavily favours his left leg; the right appears stiff or otherwise somehow hurting. This soon leaves openings in his guard and you are able to strike the majority of the hits you both share. When the dust settles on the training yard Syvil goes in and comes back out with cold water; stored in the earth cellar to keep cool. You fight well, was never one for hammers myself but must say; your technique is interesting.

-he sits down next to you and drinks some water. he smiles.- your very good with your staff, he takes his war hammer off his hip and lays it across his lap stroking it fondly, running his finger tips along the intricate etchings, there are words and pictures alike -  

You will have noticed that Svyil fights in a very odd style; using a shield and staff all at once. He twirled the staff around to fend of and parry blows; using it to jab and stab when attacking. If someone were to put a blade on either end; as you have seen his real weapon has, it might be a very versatile way to fight. Those are some fine inscriptions. They personal or just decorative?

-he smiles softly and rubs his fingers agents a few very old looking markings this was my mentors before mine i retrieved it when he died it the arena and used it to kill the beast that slay my master -a vicious smile crosses his face his eyes almost seems to glow with anger - i beat that lions head in tel it was nothing but i pile of mush and bone shards - he takes a breth and composes himself - his name was Dungar. -he shakes his head - any way you seems quiet compatent wit hthat staff and sheald combow , you have bin traning for some time now i am shure 

I am sorry about your master. But I do not agree with your anger towards the lion; were you not both forced to fight? Were you not both just victims of some greater enemy? Bah, I will not force you to think of it. As far as my skill goes I have two people to thank for that, my old friend and mentor, and more recently Ser Vallith DeLoom. Both have been good teachers and likely you will get to meet this Vallith if you have not already. He leans back and takes a deep drink from the pitcher of cold water; pouring the last over his face which he then wipes with a cloth hanging from a nearby weapons rack. Care to go another round? These bruises ail me but it is good to learn to fight even when hurt.

-he looks at you blankly cocking his head to the side - i was not mad at the lion thugo i did eat his hart - he smiles a crooked smile - the crowd always did love the blood and the gore -he chuckels - i whent into that arena a black teafling but it looked at though i was panted red -he dups the est of his water over his head and shakes his head , he claps his hands together and jumps to his feat sliping his happer back into the lupe on his belt and picking up the pratice one - yes lets have another round -he gets into a fightins stance wepon and sheld at the ready - were do you hale from syvi?  

( this is fun havent done something like this in so long ) 

Parrying blows left and right, as talking keeps him to occupied to attempt any counter attacks: The Drell.. Forest.. I lived there.. With some.. of.. the.. elves. He dances back a few paces and takes a stance, using this short space of time to finish his sentence: Studied with the rangers there, then went traveling and came here. Where was your home?

-von attacks with every opportunity and rushes you with his shield at every other - the aren -he swings the dummy hammer trying to sweep your legs out from under you - i was born there 

Syvil tries to jump the blow but fails and takes it on his shin. Ouch! Okay, okay! Enough... Phew, that was fun. He reaches out to shake your hand. You are okay Von, though I will make sure to keep any lions I see out of your reach. How does someone from the Aren end up a gladiator anyway?

you seems to have misunderstood me - he shakes your hand - i was born a slave my friend my parents wore capshed many many years ago , my father was a great fight and gladiator in the arena my mother was a fine servant to one of the slavers the met they fell in love they bread and i was the outcome -he shrugs his sholders a few time losaning them up and then wipes the sweat from hit brow - i could tell you more but it is a bit of a long storey 

OOC: night night syvil sweat dreams and yah lots of fun 

Sorry to hear that your life has been so unfair; sadly Haven seems like yet another chapter of the same. But at least there is relative freedom here... Syvil shrugs and falls quiet; apparently stuck in old memories all of a sudden. He absent mindedly sits down and wipes his sweat away and remains silent for some time. Then he stands up and proclaims: Bath time! You coming with?

-he takes not of your actions but gives no relative reastion- uhhh yah a bath sound nices -he gets up and streches and shakes his whole body after - were to 

Syvil takes Von to the baths and wrapped in a cloth he slowly sinks into the hot water. This... This is a luxury I would be loathe to forego Von. Bathing; it not just for the body but the soul too... Obviously enjoying his time in the water Syvil sinks down to his chin and sits there; looking like nothing so much as a strange boulder in a stream.

-von gives you a funney look- why are you wereing that in the bath -he begins striping down and leans his warhammer agents the sied of the tub -

You should hear Discord right now...

-von strips down covers him self up as hes geting in and then makes him self confertabule - i cant rember the last tiem i had a bath like this i think it was that time i was rented out to that nobul lady who whanted a body guard 

She had you take a bath? Strange request for someone who would hire from a slave master, don't you think? I bet you have lots of great stories then; if you went so many places... Care to tell me one? OOC: I get if that is an inconvenient thing to do; feel free to just put a very short summary, like: I was once hired out to protect a shipment of food and we all got attacked by minotaurs; it was horrible.

-he smiles- i have many stories to tell  it was just a few years ago, i was pursued buy a nobel for something like 350gp he had recently made some sort of business that had made him a very wealthy man and felt his 16 year old daughter should have someone to watch her at all times. the young lady insisted on picking her own body guard and for some reason she picked me. i remember her father begging her to pick something   else and saying that she might be looked down upon for having a filthy demon spawn watching over her and that it wouldn't look good on there house hold, but she insisted she threw a small fit and he gave in. upon reaching the house i was rushed to the a bath room and disrobed by some servant girls and shoved me in to a hot back and began scrubbing me down, proclaiming " we can't have a filthy tiefling running around the house getting his dirt everywhere" they scrubbed me clean and that was my first proper bath. the place i come from is some what famous for there slave trade and arena fights but to me the more interesting part is were and how the slaves who have not bin bought live there is a decent sized slum of an area were they all live its walled off and there are guards all around them so it practically unheard of for people to escape   -he waves his hand but-   i'm getting off topic any way there is a river that runs down the middle of the town and thats were the saves wash and get their water we would wash towards the end and get are water towards the top. he looks at you - i can go on with the storey about the girl if you like?

Syvil listens and at first he is smiling a little as the story must seem a bit quaint but that smile soon fades and gets replaced by a frown. Citities... I'm not sure I much like this concept for it seems the powerful and weak are gathered there with one lording over the other; the desperate turn to crime and those in between get abused from both sides. But yes, do go on with you story Von; it seems I might actually learn a thing or two about the world from you. So saying Syvil leans back a little in the hot water and looks encouragingly at Von.

well i watched over that girl for about to years -he leans back and looks up at the sealing and gently strokes his warhammer seemingley as an unconscious habit-  she was pretty fond of me and she treated me decent enough but yah know she was getting older and the ribbing her friends had bin given her since she got me started to bother her. and after a while she had had enough her dad sold me back and bought some elf or a dwarf or somethin. anyway i spent another while in the arena and then i managed to talk the organizes into letting me and 3 others try and when are way out, about a dozen kobolds 2 wolves and a bear laughter i barely managed to drag my self out of there.  -he looks salum- they other 2 didn't make it out -he sighs- now i just whant to make enough money to buy out my friends and get us a house i think im gonna need about another 400-500gp to get them out and maby another 1000 after that for the house i'm not really sure.

Syvil gives Von a tragic look as the story ends. For a bit he does not say anything and he too looks up at the ceiling. How long ago was this? And if you won free how did you end up here? I ask that though I don't know for certain why I am here myself. Though it is starting to seem ever more obvious. The ocean simply called to me and the ship I boarded was bound for Maladon; didn't give that much thought to be honest and simply went along and here we are. You have any guarantee they will let your friends go if you pay? You can't go yourself you know; as far as I know they let no one leave Maladon.

ahhh about a year and a half i saw them just befor i left witch was about 6 months ago haven't bin able to send them any kind of letter or anything im a littel worried but im pretty sure they're alright  -he smiles big - me and Quinn have somewhat of a sense for each other 

why dont you tell me something about yourself syvil??

OOC: it has been a bit since my last reply; have a long one! Looking slightly abashed Syvil gets out of the bath. Perhaps I shall at that, might we go have a drink at the Mermaid? Think any story I tell will be better received if taken with something strong. So saying he walks of to change and stands to wait outside in the cold night air where Jana comes flapping down to land on his shoulder. Once you reach the Mermaid he orders up some drinks from Adolfo and leads you to a table in the corner. It seems Syvil has much experience with story telling for he takes on a soft and melodious tone as he tells his tale: I am going to tell you the story of a certain journey, though, and this needs to be clear, I don't really remember all of it. Ahh; thank you Adolfo, I'll be needing this.. Syvil pauses to drink deeply from one of the mugs Adolfo sets before you. It was not too long ago either I think, back where I come from; the Drell Forest, we have this saying - "Take not the road most travelled for most are fools". It is indeed a bit of a silly saying but it means, I was told, that you should walk your own path in life. And so I decided I would, after having trained to be a ranger during which I had a bad experience in the field, it seemed like the world was too small. Too small for such things to happen and that it needed to be bigger. Only way for that to happen was to travel and so I did. I saw many strange and foreign places, and though it was my intention to stay a while in each and to learn some little thing of every place; something drove me onwards and never did I stay more than a night at any town or even city. Well... Except for that week after I got shot by an arrow, but that's not a story for now. Tell me Von; have you ever had a feeling of wanderlust so strong it becomes the very base of your life? I have, and still do. It took me across the many lands, over the sea and even through the mist tides, yet it is not done with me; yet there is somewhere I need to go. Let me finish by giving you another one of our sayings - "Dangerous on the journey is the bandit and beast, hunger and thirst, but worst of all foes is the road and hill; and the lust for what lies beyond". Freedom Von, it is a strange thing; never have I met someone who truly walks free, for ever there is will and want, and the next hill beyond. Happy with the expression on your face as he finishes, Syvil leans back and finishes the last in his mug. Jana, who had been listening intently; ever the strange bird, flaps up and away out the window after correcting a stray strand in Syvil's still damp hair with her beak.

-he takes a deep drink at the end of your storey-  tis a fine tale syvil. hmmm and i do rather like that saying  "Take not the road most travelled for most are fools" i really do fell i have to agree with that, i have met so few people in my life who i have felt i could truly trust with my life and there are even few who have proven to live  up to my expectations. i have to say though i am really starting to take a liking to this town and the guild there seems to be very good money and i will soon have enough to free my comrades.

OOC: Considering the turn things have taken lately I will have to focus more and more on other things Ilikestuff; might have to drop this thread soon! It is an interesting saying, but I think she told me to do so because she knew that I'm an idiot, no it's fine; I am. But so she wanted me not to follow what everyone else says but to try to forge my own path - and to learn. So I did and while my wit is ever as slow, my experience has taught me enough to get by. Now I give you the same advice Von, don't do what people expect or want from you, but think of what, and who, you want to be, and to who. You say you have friends in need; how do you plan on helping them? And would you put innocents in harms way to do so? Or commit felony? Or lie? This is your choice Von, don't let the world make it for you.

OOC: yah thats fine