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Post by Ivan Sahale on Apr 20, 2014 13:37:52 GMT -6
"I will tear you apart"
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The howl of a beast or the cry of pain from a man covered in wounds, it did not matter because there was no difference between the two. He was a man of the forest, a wild beast raised to hunt, and kill all that stood in his way for the sake of survival; at least this is how it started not until a few years back when he became a hunter of men, a bounty hunter. It was this profession that had led to a series of events that ended with Ivan covered in blood, mud, and rain water; the hulking man stumbled through the darkness of the dense forest pushing, and ripping through the branches that blocked his path. As far as he was concerned on this stormy night he was out in the middle of nowhere, so when his one good eye spotted light in the distance at first he hesitated. Yet, deep down he knew it was worth risking it if he ended up finding some cabin he could raid for supplies with a firm grip on the broken cleaver he rushed through the wilderness with a limp to his step.
The silver haired man burst through the dense forest his eyes welcomed by not a cabin, but to his surprise an Inn...he was in such surprise at the find that he blinked a few times, perhaps he had lost too much blood that he was imagining things? No that was not the case, despite his wounds he was not in that bad a shape. The man approached the inn with some caution as he walked up the steps that led to the porch which connected itself to the entrance, in a very messy way he practically rammed the door open with a forceful push of his shoulder. Stumbling into the establishment the man looked around to his delight he saw no one; maybe everyone was in bed? Whatever the case this was good for him, he could get away with raiding this place. With his cleaver in his hand, and his other arm busy putting pressure on the wound that scarred his shoulder he wandered further into this seemingly empty inn.
Yet as he walked further in he felt faint, and dizzy his legs wobbled beneath him, with a heavy sigh the man shook his head trying to fight the feeling off but instead of succeeding he would fall onto the nearest table his upper body pushing the table on one end forcing himself to the ground. The man lay there his eyes barely open, his upper body littered in gashes, heavy bruising scattered throughout his figure, and his face. The heavy coat that he wore found itself littered with cuts, and punctures as well; needless to say the man was in terrible shape he had no way of recovering from this, he needed help. With what little strength he had left he held onto his cleaver ready to react to anything or anyone who may come too close, but then again not much he could do anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2014 17:50:42 GMT -6
LELAGE VINIMA
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
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The Little Inn “ S-See ya!” Slurred the nearly hairless, older gentleman as he carelessly waved back at the sighing woman. It wasn’t a good sigh; it was more filled with disappointment than anything. Five tries this time, Lelage had counted. Two more than last and four more than it should take to escort one from one’s home. Yes, the woman’s home happened to be a business during the day but it was well past its closing hours and the poor, old man wouldn’t budge, not to mention was getting to be a bit too friendly for Lelage’s taste. “ Hey…hey! Nice with my arm… I’m goin’…” Were his final audible words, Fetch—Lelage’s old friend and coworker who happened to be the heavy arms to her organization—was so kind as to help carry the man out a bit rougher than usual, the man attempting to nearly crawl over his arms lethargically to give one final goodbye to Lelage (which his “final goodbye” happened to be about 10 of them), until finally he was gone. Lelage spun on her heel and gave a quick shake of her head. What a day it had been. Fetch had locked the front door after releasing the man to stumble back to his house, and gave the innkeep an arched brow; his way of asking if she needed help closing, to which she gave him a simple wave over the shoulder; her way of saying “No”. It was a lot to do, but the woman honestly needed the time to herself. Soon Lelage was left alone with the clean up duty, not as if she was complaining it was one of the few times she had alone, beside her morning routine of checking on the crops, her days were filled with loud and obnoxious, individuals. She loved her job, don’t get her wrong, but man were people annoying half the time. “ Well!” The spritely brunette clasped her hands together after a good few minutes pause of no thinking, just breathing, until she then averted her bright gaze to the door that led to the back. “ Might as well get a bucket and some water… I’ll start with behind the bar…” The woman pondered to herself and began her trek to the back room, with every step she subconsciously began to roll her sleeves up and tied them tight above the elbows. Some time went by and the woman had still not emerged from the backroom. Apparently she had gotten herself started on a simple dusting off here and there of the shelves, stacked some dishes and cleaned some counters, before she completely lost herself in scrubbing the entire backroom. Once that was done, a good so many hours later—well into the night—Lelage, who hadn’t broken a sweat and showed no signs of fatigue, gave a short exhale of air before she gathered her bucket and rags and slowly made her way to the front of the inn. With a skip in her step and a quiet tune whistled from her lips, Lelage stepped onto the hardwood floor of the main room of her inn only to nearly drop the heavy bucket on her toes if it weren’t for her quick reflexes in catching it mid-drop. The sight she was welcomed with, bloody and horrifying, wasn’t something she needed to witness so late in the night. However, unlike others who’s first instincts would’ve been to scream or to perhaps wake someone up first before investigating, Lelage had various worries rush her thoughts that held more priority. Like, how was she going to clean up all that blood before morning AND still get some sleep? Or, wasn’t the door locked? Perhaps that loud thump before wasn’t Fetch falling from his bed again, but the front lock had actually been busted? Was she being robbed? Had he been robbed? “ Oh Orik...” Lelage breathed, her jaw slightly ajar. “ What happened?” The woman had stood there for a second, half wondering if the man had died on her floor, but once her vision caught the slightest rise and fall of his chest, Lelage sprung into action, kept the rags and bucket in hand, and raced to the man’s side. There, she dropped to her knees, bucket and rags to her side, her hands hovered his form, the lady unsure what to do. “ Uh… Uh, sir-” words scrambled from her lips, but finally Lelage had found the main source to the man’s profound bleeding. His shoulder. Despite the other many scratches and bruises, his shoulder wound needed to be treated first and fast. Lelage was no doctor but she knew the basics to first aid, and this large gap did not fall underneath her expertise but still she just had to do something. “ Just… stay with me, okay? I’m going to do my best to stop the bleeding, but you need to stay awake…” Lelage spoke sternly as she gave orders to the man, her hands quickly fisted the rags, separated one large rag from the heap, and then rushed her hand to the man’s shoulder. Before she could fully attend the gash, Lelage went to fumbling with the thick, black coat that adorned the man and pushed the fabric aside to reveal his entire shoulder. There, Lelage pressed the dry rag to absorb as much blood as she could; from there her movements were methodical. Blood soaked rag went to her side, separated another dry rag, back to the wound, absorbed more blood, repeat… The process took a minute or two; all the while the woman spoke nonsense so to keep the man alert. “ …and that’s how you “stein” brew your ale, interesting isn’t it? Ok… look I’m going to start cleaning your wound… but I can’t do much while I’m here on the floor…” Lelage left her hand firmly pressed against the man’s shoulder as she quickly tossed a glance over her own shoulder to the stairs that led to the bedrooms. She couldn’t take him up there… she wasn’t sure he’d even make it upstairs in the first place, not to mention the other customers might wake from the noise, but there was a room on the main floor… that just so happened to belong to the inn owner: Lelage, but desperate times called for desperate measures. “ Hey… hey sir… we don’t have far to walk, it’s just in the back, but can you sit up at all? Sir?” There wasn’t much else the woman could do until the man responded. By the looks of it he was a large, well toned individual that the puny innkeep had no possibility of maneuvering on her own. Lelage took her free hand, the other still pressing hard at his wound, and gently slapped the man’s cheek careful not to hit a bruise or scratch. The woman’s eyes softened at his features. What happened?NOTES: Hey~ sorry its a bit long, but didn't want to go too far without him reacting... I had her unaware of his cleaver, so we can play off that... he could be slipping in and out of consciousness and hadn't realized Lelage was there just yet? Any who I think getting him to his feet and heading towards the back will be good enough for me to kinda guide him there, get him into the room, actually treat the wound... we could talk a little? Then after a small conversation we can time skip till morning :D |
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Post by Ivan Sahale on Apr 20, 2014 19:53:16 GMT -6
"I will tear you apart"
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Groans escaped his parted lips, the strong taste of iron thick in his mouth the man would lie there completely unable to defend himself; it was then that he heard the footsteps. Out of pure instinct his body would try to move but fail not even responding an inch his body remained motionless, the weight of the exhaustion which held him down was too much for the silver haired hunter to fight again. Instead he remained still at the mercy of the individual who approached him, he could see no defining features as his eyes remained focused on the blur that was this individual. It was not until her voice rag into his ears that he was able to judge she was a woman, her soft tone soothing to the ears but even then he could not trust her; he knew a woman who was just as soothing in voice but a devil in disguise. Ivan would feel the girl touch him, a weak hand would try to rise from his sides to push the woman away but it failed never even lifting from the ground on which it rested. The man would stay quiet as he listened to the woman's words he was coming in, and out of consciousness not entirely here but not entirely gone either.
All he knew was that the woman spoke of some alcohol? He was unsure at this point he could care less, with grunts, and coughs he would shake his head physically showing that he was not okay with her handling his wound. The man would exhale rather harshly as the girl continued to clean out his wound, when she was done he felt himself about ready to pass out until she decided to slap him as light as it was it was effective in bringing him back. The man would nod he had deducted that he really was in no position here to argue with the girl, again he found himself at the mercy of a woman the full grown male would begin trying to aid the woman in moving him. When he was up to one knee he reached for a nearby table using it to help him raise himself off the ground so that he could raise his body off the ground.
Once he was barely standing he would lean onto the girl allowing her to guide his body to the room, he would use the nearby walls, and everything else that seemed sturdy to lean on to allow him to make his way into the room the woman would lie him down on the bed. Once he was lying down he would be at the woman's mercy yet again, the man would groan a bit but at least he was able to form sentences beside she needed to know where he was his vision was blurred surely from the blood loss his coat was barely hanging from his body dirtying, and staining whoever this bed belonged to. "W--Where am I?" he asked finally his tone rough, and his blood stained teeth showing for just a moment as his lips parted to allow him to speak, the man would let his arm hang over the bed just lingering a few inches off the ground. All the while he fought the temptation to allow sleep to take him, he needed to stay awake he needed to figure out where he was, and what was happening here besides why had this girl helped him? All the while his cleaver had been forgotten outside, the broken weapon lying on the floor next to the blood stained floor.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 19:04:23 GMT -6
LELAGE VINIMA
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
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The Little Inn Blood, sinister and crimson, stained the hardwood floors of the Blaikfurd Inn. It was a wonder how the man was still alive after the amounts of the sanguine fluid that escaped his body. His physical condition gave the appearance that a large animal had gobbled him up, chewed a bit, tried to swallow but couldn’t, and spat him out. Lelage’s undying curiosity made it a priority to decipher the mystery of this silver haired gentleman. Was he a hunter of sorts? Perhaps he enjoyed the larger hunt in life, though one thing was for sure… Lelage had never seen the likes of him around Blaikfurd, was he even from Domhan Tir? As for the blood on the wooden floor, if she hadn’t the time to mop and scrub before daylight she was sure if she dropped a stylish rug over the mess, no customer would be the wiser. However, back to the matter at hand: the woman’s hopeful gaze never once left the man’s own visage, it felt like hours had passed before the man came to, breathing more heavily. Lelage’s worries dropped only ever so slightly, his reaction confirming the fact that he still lived. It was time. They had to move and fast if Lelage was ever going to officially close the wound at his shoulder. “ Up we go…” The words left her mouth in one big breath as they both managed to stand, the man doubled over a majority of his weight on Lelage’s shoulders. He was undoubtedly a very large man in comparison to the pipsqueak. Thank Orik that the room was on ground level. Despite the short distance, the walk was quite long through the back and into Lelage’s personal quarters. As soon as the two entered the bedroom, the woman nearly dropped the stranger on the bed in one big heap, but she did the best she could muster with her muscles to gently lower the man onto the cushion. Once he lay flat, Lelage quickly fumbled the brass vase at her nightstand and poured the man a drink—seemingly that he was more awake, he needed to get fluids into him and fast before she lost him. Lelage held the cup in hand and offered it to the man just as he spoke: “ W-where am I?” Perhaps it was the fact that the mysterious man had appeared almost dead on the floor at first, or perhaps it was the fact that entire time Lelage had treated the man she not once heard him spoke, but as soon as he did she froze, unsure how to react. It felt as if she was talking to a ghost. It was a morbid thought that she quickly chased out from her mind. “ You’re in Blaikfurd at an inn… here drink, it’s an ale I brewed... sorry it's all we got.” Lelage, without waiting a second, tipped the cup at the man’s lips and nearly forced him to drink. “ You’re a big guy, you know that, glad you’re awake some to at least help move your big self to my room… now put those muscles to use, hold this and drink when you can, if you don’t I’ll force it.” The woman cupped the man’s large, dark fingers around the cup firmly. As she spoke, Lelage shoved more pillows and blankets underneath the torso and neck of the man to give him a proper lean to help the swallowing of the alcohol as well as regulating his breathing. “ I’m going to treat your shoulder… I have the necessities to stitch it, and don’t worry I’ve done it a few times before, but not going to lie it’ll be a bit painful-” As Lelage spoke her eyes shifted to the various scratches, fresh and old, that decorated the man’s physique. Something told her a little stitching wasn’t going to matter. Lelage busied herself to grab the half-full bottle of ointment required to sterilize wounds, more rags to clean, a bowl of water, and the wire and needle needed to properly stitch a gash. As she returned to the man she drug aside a large wooden chair, that was once sited in front of the fireplace, and positioned it adjacent to the bed careful not to hit his arm. “ Here we go,” The woman almost joyfully stated and lifted the man’s arm to rest comfortably in her lap. “ Don’t move or I might just slip.” Lelage joked and tossed the man a half-smile. It was a thick atmosphere to break. The brunette gently tugged the rest of the man’s jacket to his waist and then took a wad of wet cloth and soaked the shoulder till the water ran red, then pink, then clear. The silence was ominous. “ So… you from around here? Or do you make stumbling into inns after hour, drenched in blood your sort of thing?” Lelage forced a giggle to her joke, though despite her talkative air was rather focused on the task at hand. Her fingers fed the thin wire in the needle, before she dipped the needle in the ointment. “ Just so I’m not a stranger… the name is Lelage Vinima, I understand if you don’t wish to share yours…” And with that the first stab was had and Lelage threaded the needle and wire into the dark flesh of the man, tugged gently from the other side, and continued the procedure at a slow, disciplined pace. NOTES: Lelage talks a lot *shot* IISSOKAYTHO |
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Post by Ivan Sahale on Apr 21, 2014 22:54:19 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... A giant indeed the bed that cushioned his entire weight felt comfortable but at the same time wet no doubt his wounds had stained the bed, not really caring though Ivan was suddenly pretty much forced to drink something. He would react by turning his face away at first not sure what the hell he was given, then slowly eased into it as the girl spoke he could make out what she was saying in response only giving her a silent nod. Grabbing the brass cup which was guided to his hand he would tilt the cup with the edges resting on his lips as he opened them just enough to allow the liquid to slip into his mouth. The flavor was sweet, but easily recognizable before the girl even introduced what he was drinking; either way common sense kicked in wondering why he was not given water. Then again he couldn't exactly complain, the girl was already doing so much for him, once he was done with the ale he would let the bronze cup fall from his hands letting it fall to the floor. With a loud 'ding' the bronze cup would bounce off the ground once before rolling a few inches from where it hit, Ivan all the while was laying there listening to the woman talk more.
"Just do it" he said to her when she talked about stitching his wound, he was no stranger to improvised on the field first aid, so even if this girl did a terrible job stitching his wound he would manage. When the girl took his arm he did not resist allowing it to rest on her lap, the man would lie there his golden eyes staring at the far off flame that gave off a warm glow, it was something to focus on. With his eyes focused on the flame, his ears remained open to the girls voice her soft tone keeping him focused so he could stay awake as well. "Not from around here...but I am Domhan Tir..." he spoke in a weak whisper doing his best to stay awake, "Small village...rural..."he explained as best he could. The would flinch when he felt the needle puncture his wound, the wound being so fresh it was so raw to the touch, the man would let out a low groan that sounded oddly like a growl. Either way he was fighting through the pain letting the girl do her part...
Hearing her name he would nod at her, "Lelage...My name is Ivan" he said to her in a low tone staying away feeling each puncture of the needle as the girl would continue to stitch his wound. Without realizing it he closed his hand, squeezing it into a tight fist with this action his forearm muscles would tense, and his triceps would flex. The man would show his teeth as he bit down on them, feeling the pain from the girls stitching job but trying to focus on other things he would pick up the conversation."Th...the inn does it belong to you?" he asked referring to the fact that she had told him he was in some inn in Blaikfurd, he had been to this area before but never been one to use inns he always preferred to camp out in the wilderness. Another thought on his mind was if someone else was here, what if they noticed him? What if one of his enemies was here, the thought was so alarming the man almost pushed off the bed luckily a combination of lack of strength, and the pain from being stitched stopped him from doing so. .
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 9:39:25 GMT -6
LELAGE VINIMA
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
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The Little Inn As the woman focused at stitching the vertical gash before her, her eyes were narrow and engrossed only the rhythmic hum of breathing audible to her senses. She half expected no response from her first-aid victim, but when he did part lips and gave her an answer to his origin, the brunette averted her attention to his façade in mild observation. Not from Blaikfurd but still Domhan Tir? They were similar in one aspect, at least. A petit, upward curve tugged at the Innkeeper’s lips. It was always comforting at the thought of similarities between strangers. “ Lelage…” The woman, a bit lost in thought as she stared at the man was immediately alerted once the call of her name was heard, but before she could respond he continued: “ My name is Ivan.” Lelage reflected a soft, warm smile. Being an innkeeper, the woman has met her share of individuals, and has also come to the realization that sharing ones name was a slight form of trust forming between two individuals. Of course the fact that Ivan was at her mercy didn’t help the “trust” situation, seemingly because he had no choice at the matter to trust Lelage with his life, but perhaps it was just a personal satisfaction that Ivan decided to share his name with Lelage that made her happy. She gave the brute a quick nod. “ Well, nice to meet you Ivan…” Lelage proudly stated, “ Could’ve been under better circumstances but you’re alive and that’s as good as any circumstance, right?” A little tug with her hands and another stitch was applied to the wound, her procedure slowed from initiation of conversation. Distraction wasn’t too good of a thing at the moment, but as long as he wasn’t bleeding as profusely as before, the situation seemed maintainable and a little conversation would do Ivan some good. “ Th… the inn does it belong to you?" Lelage calculated a response but before doing so felt the slight ruffle of movement in her lap. Again distracted from her current duty at hand, the woman lowered her vision to Ivan’s fist that flexed heavily in reaction to her touching the wound. “ Ivan-” Lelage, without a second thought, quickly patted the man’s fist tenderly with her own hand in attempts to loosen his grip, “ Keep drinking that ale, it will relax you. If you need something stronger, just say the word. I can’t keep having you fidgeting while I work on your shoulder…” The Innkeeper flashed Ivan a reassuring grin. His movements acquired blood to form at the wound once more, to which Lelage adeptly soaked and cleaned in an instant. Soon after she resumed the stitches. “ To answer your question, yes,” A proud, puckered smirk emerged from her confident expression. The woman took pride in her inn. “ The best inn in Blaikfurd, I’d wager. You’re lucky you stumbled upon it, honestly, I’ve heard other innkeepers don’t take kindly to after hour visitors, and definitely would not provide the help that I am providing right now.” Lelage continued, “ It’s a shame really, they’re missing out at what is it to own an inn. We provide a home to all, doesn’t matter the time or reason. One time I had this customer… an older gentleman, twice my age, balding and blind in one eye, no right arm, a very shady looking individual but had the most intriguing stories of his hunts and how he tracked and slayed a rare, behemoth of a beast…” Twin, golden brown hues flashed in reminiscence as the woman mentally recalled the gentleman, he was such a polite man. “ He also told me about how he lost his house and family to bandits and owed them a debt worth triple his life, of course he only mentioned this to me a good two weeks after staying here… apparently the bandits had caught up with him and were investigating where he was in Blaikfurd. The old man, proud and wise, begged to stay despite the dangers that he knew he was leading my inn to… but he did me no wrong. He worked what he could not pay, and so of course I allowed him to stay.” Lelage tugged at the stitching before she began yet another row, “ I respect my customers, whoever they are, I knew that when I started this business. I don’t know who you are Ivan whether you’re a good person or bad, but I do believe a fit man your age understands responsibilities.” Suddenly the procedure paused, enough time lapsed over the two as Lelage gave Ivan a stern look, much like an older sister disciplining their sibling. “ You’re safe here, is what I’m trying to say… you have your reasons for coming here all bloody-upped but I will not judge you for that. No employee of mine will either for that matter.” There wasn’t too strong of a reason as to why Lelage went on how she did, but she did earlier catch the reaction of Ivan’s muscles tensing to the mention of her inn. It was the weird physical response he did that injected the need to address the situation in the woman. “ Oh and if you’re curious the bandits never found out where the old man was staying at, despite one member of the gang being a regular here during the afternoon… Lots of alcohol goes around this inn, my customers’ senses aren’t always there.” Lelage slightly scoffed at either the complete obliviousness of the man or just his pure stupidity. It wasn’t as if their target was a hard one to look for. “ Any ways, if you need a place to stay, Ivan, you’re welcome to stay here.” And with a swift, reassuring nod towards the bedridden man, Lelage confidently recommenced her patchwork. NOTES: I think you should be the one to initiate the time skip-- just have him pass out whenever, doesn't have to be your next post unless you want it to be! 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Post by Ivan Sahale on Apr 23, 2014 19:47:50 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... Her aura was so comforting, the smile on her face, the tone of her voice, and this woman her overall presence was putting him at ease even if at first he felt his body tense with worry now he was allowing it to relax more because this woman was aiding him in doing so. He would remain quiet listening to her every word, he felt no reason to interrupt her only listened quietly allowing himself to take the details of her words. Ivan had never been one to allow his guard to drop around others especially strangers, but at the end of the day this woman had a way to put him at ease. Her words beamed with the kindness, an insight into her open mind allowing the man to let his trust to fall onto her lap much like his arm was resting against it in a very lazy manner. When she offered him more drink he would nod quietly using his other arm to reach for the ale the man would not bother using the brass cup, instead he would grab the entire jug bringing it to his lips allowing his mouth to welcome the sweet nectar. With a heavy grunt the man set the pitcher down, letting a deep sigh escape him as he laid back down allowing her to work at it following her advise he kept his hand entirely still.
"Thank you..." he said weakly looking at her with his golden orbs, "...I will...repay yo--your kindness" he managed to whisper to the woman allowing his eyes to close, his ears open to her story of the aged hunter she spoke of. The story would ignite old memories in the hunters mind, the images in his mind being of his father a great man a hunter amongst hunters. He remembered watching his father take on fierce beasts in the wilds, from giant lions the sizes two times that of a normal man, two the fabled dark stalkers that lurked in the night. Ivan would allow his body to relax more, slowly sleep taking him; the task he had endured was one that had drained him, it was not until he was thinking of his father that his memories took a darker turn. It was then that he saw it again the time he clashed with the silver fox, the woman was so much faster than him the way she shattered the cleaver. His fathers pride and joy she split it in half without trying, all he could do was glare at the woman as she walked off leaving him there defeated with his pride crushed.
Ivan would then drift to other thoughts; these more focused on the silver fox again, the woman's flowing hair, her stunning physique...everything about her that Ivan found attractive? The man would grunt internally at the thought, she was nothing more but a mark she was not someone who he had to feel any sort of attraction to, yet as the dream went on he would toss, and turn as things became more vivid. Ivan was unaware that on the outside time had passed the girl had shut his wound, cleaned it, and left him to rest; he was so lost in his own self induced nightmare. Images of his father on his death bed, the way he cursed Ivan's name before he passed on to the next life eventually it became to much, and the silver haired brute would sit up in the bed throwing the sheet soff his body. Looking around with frantic eyes he tried to gather himself, trying to figure out where he was deep breaths forced his powerful chest to rise soon the breathing settled when he spotted the fireplace. The flames were all gone, but he remembered the night before; "That's right..." he whispered to himself looking down at his bare upper body noticing all the patched wounds.
"I'm in that girls inn..." he said as he began to settle down, his mind slowly pushing it out of his mouth "Lelage" he echoed the girls name, for just a few minutes more he sat on the bed before scooting himself off its surface allowing his bare feet to touch the wooden floor of the room. Ivan would stand upright at his full height the golden orbs which were his eyes would search the room for any trace of his coat, and sword eventually spotting them neatly stacked on a nearby chair he would sigh in relief. Reaching for both of the items he would throw the coat on, stopping midway when he felt the sting of his shoulder the wound reminding him how fresh it was, adjusting the coat carefully he would sheath the broken cleaver into the scabbard that was strapped to the coat. With that he stepped outside, the sun was out, and the inn was quite full many faces sat at tables. It was here that Ivan was hit with a flash, a memory of the floor on which he lay last night blood spilling everywhere; he was surprised to see it cleaned so neatly.
With a sigh the man was reminded of the debt he owed this young woman, and speaking of her he would come to spot her behind the bar of her inn walking over to the front he sat at one of the stalls staring at her quietly, only to say a few minutes after, "Lelage..." if he got her attention he would give her a smile that was accompanied with a nod. "I am...speechless, as to what to say. Truly you are a saint of a woman, and I thank Orik that I stumbled upon your inn of all places in the time when I needed it most" he would bow his head respectfully towards the woman. "I will repay my debt in whatever way you see fit" he spoke, his tone official, and serious heavy with respect that stemmed from the gratitude he had towards this young girl.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 9:59:01 GMT -6
LELAGE VINIMA
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The Little Inn It wasn’t long till Ivan's eyes had shut whilst Lelage stitched his wound. It was then that the fact of the hidden exhaustion hit the woman; her fingers tightened at the needle and his wound so that she could focus more and not waver due to the incoming fatigue. She fought hard not to yawn while she worked on the man, knowing that to be extremely disrespectful not to mention she could slip and that would even be worse for Ivan. Finally, Lelage took notice of Ivan’s heavy, slow breaths as his chest rose and fell in a peaceful manner. He must’ve passed out as she had just finished her last round of stitches. The woman gave a tired, petit smile as she tied the knot and cut the wire to the stitch. She glanced one final observation to her work, wiped away any blood that had built up over the procedure, then finally pushed herself from the bedside—only after having placed Ivan’s arm on the bed—and repositioned her wooden chair at the fireplace. “ What a night…” The brunette sighed, her eyelids low and heavy, with arms stretched far above her figure. “ Can’t stop now, I wonder how much longer till dawn.” With a blink and a crack of her knuckles, Lelage maneuvered herself to the wood stack adjacent to the fireplace, shoved some wood blocks into the fire, poked the timber about until the fire roared, gave one last glance at the sleeping Ivan before she exited the room. For a few hours Lelage scurried about the inn, scrubbing the most she could of the blood from the floor. There was some mild panic at the fact that the blood had already began to stain the floor, but the Innkeeper fretted little of the matter and tossed a large, decorative rug over the spot before moving on. Lelage also took the opportunity to retrieve the cleaver that she assumed Ivan had dropped and placed it along with his belongings in the bedroom. Since Ivan had stumbled in just as she began cleaning duties, the woman still had some ground to cover before she opened the inn that day. It was a mixture of pride and a sense of duty that drove the woman, despite the exhaustion that tainted her muscles, to finish the main floor of the inn, the bar, the stairs, the chairs and tables, and one more quick look at the kitchen before she was satisfied with her work and took a nap on the floor of the kitchen mid-inspection. That morning, couldn’t have been more than three hours later, Fetch had found Lelage on the floor and awoke her a bit suspicious of the act. Dark rings lined the woman’s eyes as she peered at the behemoth of man named Fetch. Before she explained what happened though, she ordered Fetch to gather the employees to the kitchen so she could tell her story. Once there Lelage explained the situation with Ivan, how he staggered in doused in blood, how she gave him first aid and her room to share (much to Fetch’s disapproval), and also about how he’d be staying indefinitely as long as he worked. Everyone understood the events that happened, some had curious faces purely about the question: Who was this Ivan? Rather than judgmental stares, which Lelage felt reassured at. She wouldn’t allow her workers to harass another, so that was that. Once Ivan awoke, Lelage would be sure to see what he felt like doing—even though he had an injured arm, the woman wouldn’t take no for an answer if he looked healthy enough, he could at least do something productive that was for sure. Especially a muscleman such as himself. Too soon for poor tired Lelage to care for, the inn was open and in came the daily customers. It had stormed the previous night so mud tracked all about the inn as the farmers, hunters, and wives came waltzing in. Great, another deep clean for that night as well. Lelage peered at the many individuals from behind the bar, her weight shifted on a broom she happened to have perched next to her. Arms bent over the butt of the shaft, the woman rested her head against her arms and tiredly blinked. She tried hard not to appear as tired as she was more worried about appearing rude to the customers than her own wellbeing. “ Ey’ could I get the dark brew fo’ me and my fello’, hur?” A voice called about the floor, chased by laughter and loud growls. “ Coming… right up.” Lelage doubled over, the broom nearly tipped over, as she went to grab two empty glasses from the lower cabinets. Just as she straightened herself, turned to the keg behind her and popped the cork, the thick, muddy liquid lapped into the glass, before she adeptly shoved the cork back into the hole and spun around only to spot a familiar, dark skinned, silver haired man parked at one of the stools—the sight and the sound of her name caused the poor woman to hop in place. “ Oh!” Lelage reacted, “ Good morning, already walking and dressed, you are a big boy, aren’t ya?” The woman teased tiredly and flashed the man a welcoming smile. “ I am… speechless, as to what to say. Truly you are a saint of a woman, and I thank Orik that I stumbled upon your inn of all places in the time when I needed it most…” Beside herself, Lelage stood still with eyes wide at Ivan, her cheeks burned a deep, red hue. After a moments pause the woman forced a laugh, a bit embarrassed and overly joyed at the praise Ivan offered, “ Please, I did what I thought was right. You’re making me blush—a saint of a woman, oh how Dad would be proud I bet, haha.” “ I will repay my debt in whatever way you see fit.” Once Ivan lowered his head the woman shifted both filled pints to one hand then used her free hand to gently tap the man on the head, “ Don’t bow to me, I’m too short for that-” The woman joked, “ But that’s what I like to hear, glad I don’t have to force you out of bed-” Lelage winked before she walked out from behind the bar. “ Let me serve these real quick then I’ll be back.” After she had delivered the drinks the woman stood behind Ivan from the bar with hands on her hips, “ I actually could use a nice strong pair of arm… Er, well I’m sure your one good arm could carry more than me, but I wasn’t able to harvest parts of my fields this morning like I usually do. First we could do that, make sure everything looks good, then once we’re back I’ll put you where I need you…” Lelage stroked her chin in thought, “ We’re a bit busier today than usual, I’ll probably have you gather round’ the dirty dishes so little ol’ Fran can just worry about serving… hmmm. Oooh, then maybe you could help Lyle in the back with the dishes, the old man can hardly carry the big pots about the kitchen…” Lelage quickly lowered her eyes to the man, blinked a few times then waved her hands, “ Ha, I get carried away when I have help at the tip of my fingers! I love to work, you’ll see that soon enough, so once you’re ready let’s go I’ll lead you to the fields—” The woman gave a quick wave to Fetch, who had just appeared from the doorway that led to the cellars carrying a keg, “ Take over while I’m gone, going to show Ivan around the fields—be back soon.” The man tossed Ivan a disinterested stare before silently continuing to the back of the inn. “ Don’t mind Fetch, he’s an old friend,” The innkeeper went for the scythe near the inn entrance and stopped before eying Ivan, “ Ready when you are. The fields are not too far away, but far enough from the crowd at least.” NOTES: Yup time skip was perfect~ I'll probably have them do some work at the fields... now I'm super interested in Ivan's abilities... would he be able to demonstrate them? I was probably going to have the storm having ruined the crops... would he be able to do something about it you think? 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Post by Ivan Sahale on Apr 30, 2014 14:17:50 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... It was then that the woman would head off to serve the drinks he noticed she was holding. It was then that Ivan got the big picture of how busy this place was, he could see every table filled, and every hand raised to signal for a server the man had to admit it was an overwhelming sight for him; he truly felt bad no. Glancing down at the area where he was sure he had fallen, this woman had done more then stitched him she had worked hard to cover up the mess that Ivan had caused. This drove the man to only help her more, wanting to show his gratitude towards her kindness in any way he could. He was glad the woman was willing to accept his offer to aid her in whatever way he could, Ivan had been raised by a man who believed strongly in that a man should always repay his debt to another, and on this day he owed this woman a debt one that he would do his best to repay even with his injury. When the woman began to announce all the things she would have him do he remained standing listening to her words, not entirely bothered only ready to say 'Yes' but before he got the chance she seemed to apologize for her overly high enthusiasm. Ivan would only smile giving her a nod, "It's alright Lelage, I am willing, and ready to repay my debt" he said to her in a reassuring tone not entirely bothered by the tasks the woman had planned for him.
When the woman returned he would observe waiting for her to lead him to the fields she spoke of, it was then that Ivan's golden eyes would settle upon the unfamiliar face of another employee the man gave Ivan a simple once over before covering Lelage behind the bar as she had requested. With a nod of the head Ivan would take his eyes from the man named Fetch, walking towards the direction in which the woman had headed off to the silver topped male would stay relatively quietly as she led the way. The woman did mention the fields where not close, but not far either he would march along besides her looking around taking in the scenery of the surrounding town in which he found himself in. So this was Blaikfurd, he had never been here before he in fact stumbled upon this place by total accident it was funny to him how life worked that way, without realizing he had stumbled into the one Inn that did have the one caring Inn keeper which helped him to the best of her ability.
As they walked Ivan would focus his attention on the path head allowing Lelage to guide them through where she knew would lead them to the field, he was ready to aid her in the best way he could. It was lucky for them that the rainn had stopped, there were still grey clouds in the skies that they did not seem to bring the threat of rain, at least not now. So it would be best for them to get to the fields, lucky for Lelage the hulking brute that was Ivan had experience working on fields, he had been taught to do this by the village women as his father said a leader must known all aspects of the village. So evidently this muscled man knew how to pull crops, check them, and thanks to a gift he had he actually could feel the essence of the natural world around him when he focused enough. "Lelage" he would say suddenly breaking the silence, when he spotted the fields in the distance recognizing the set up seeing as it was similar to his own villages fields of crops. But his reason for calling out her name had to do with something else entirely, "...I know you said it was the right thing to do, but I have to ask...did anyone come looking for me last night?" his question was direct and to the point. His golden eyes focused on the distant horizon as he waited for an answer from the kind woman.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2014 6:54:30 GMT -6
LELAGE VINIMA
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
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The Little Inn Lelage Vinima had such a strong connection for her inn that surpassed that of many other’s own physical relationships, but much like those physical relationships it was nice to have a break every once in a while. The overwhelming fatigue that plagued the poor woman’s muscles was very much alive and kicking with every step she managed on the path to her crops, but she fought back effortlessly the comfort of the cool, breezy weather and Blaikfurd streets massaging her tension. Besides, it was nice having company this time around heading to her fields, usually this—seemingly mundane to others—task was performed alone and took hours out of Lelage’s day, which in all honesty she wish she had so she could man her inn. Now there was a personal debate… whether Lelage wished to spend more times on her fields or at her inn; however, the debate hardly lasted whenever it sparked in her mind, since Lelage had a passion fiercer than a stampeding avalanche for her brews, but it still existed and hindered her decision making at certain moments. Now, however, with the help of Ivan the hours at her fields should almost be cut in half and she could spend the rest of her day at the inn! The duo’s stroll through Blaikfurd was a lovely one, the storm had passed, the roads were damp and the feel of moisture was heavy in the atmosphere. It felt as if Blaikfurd itself was alive and breathing. Lelage would eye her companion at times to make sure she wasn’t moving too fast or too slow but just at the right pace beside him, his physique towering hers. The innkeeper took this moment to fully analyze the man she had helped in an instant last night. Ivan was definitely a tall one with muscles toned and chiseled; easily portraying the fact that he was consistent in physical work. Whether that work was hunting or fieldwork, Lelage had no idea but it did spark curiosity. The man had disheveled silver hair and dark skin setting him apart from the usual Blaikfurd resident. He had already admitted he was from Dohman Tir, a tiny village off somewhere in the region—much like Lelage—but the woman grew more and more inquisitive of not only Ivan’s hometown but the other possible tiny villages that conceived wonders like Ivan, or not like Ivan, that was also the beauty of it. Apparently Domhan Tir had quite the variety of citizens, and that was amazing. Lelage’s observation was interrupted when Ivan had called out. The woman, who had walked a few paces forward, paused and twisted her form back so she could easily arch a brow at the man. Before she could inquire what he had stopped for, he already asked his question beating her to the punch. “ …did anyone come looking for me last night?” Something obviously troubled him. He was a good man, at least, Lelage had the vibe that he was. Lelage stepped forward and without hesitation gently patted Ivan’s good arm reassuringly. The brunette’s brows rose with interest. Looking for him? The woman recalled the story she had shared with Ivan the night before. Were some unsavory people after Ivan much like the old man in the story? Did he have a debt to repay? Curious. Lelage’s visage remained friendly and bright, she took a few steps back to give the man his space after she had approached him, and responded, “ Nope! The inn was quiet and peaceful after I finished patching you up, trust me; I was up almost all night making sure the inn was spotless and ready for business.” The innkeeper nodded with firm hands on her hips, proud and confident before she continued: “ When the morning came, only the routine customers came in, so you have nothing to worry about. But--” Now it was her turn to ask some questions. “ I’m not usually one to pry where I’m not allowed, so feel free to tell me to shut up… What kind of people are looking for you?” The two took a moments pause on their walk, the fields visible in the distance. “ What do you do for a living? I assumed maybe someone who worked on fields… judging by your build… but maybe a hunter?” Lelage tapped her chin with the tips of her fingers as she pondered the possible results. “ But since I’m asking questions, and again don’t hesitate to tell me to stop, but where are you from exactly? I, too, came from a little no-name village somewhere south of here; really not worth mentioning it’s so small… I just happened to move here and opened an inn not too long ago. I’ve seen a variety of customers from the day I started being an innkeeper, and have to say you’ve sparked my interest. I would love to know more about you, as much as you’re willing to tell, Ivan.” Well it definitely was pretty hard NOT to be interested in the bloodied man who stumbled in on a stormy night. Anyone who WASN’T interested was just a boring soul. “ I won’t make this little investigation one sided, so if you’d like feel free to probe me!” The brunette chuckled at her word choice before she clasped her hands together, the scythe caught in between she peered with large, doe brown eyes at Ivan. “ Can’t say I’m really interesting, though, so I’ll warn you ahead of time.” Lelage teasingly winked. NOTES: Yay diving into histories! :D When given the chance Lelage LOVES to hear people's life stories LOL T^T she'ssolame |
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