Fairhaven: D&D Based SRP

'She was going to take a bath, freshen up a little before this meal with the Lord'

Actually, Lethe had stolen away with as much tact as possible after waiting for several minutes outside Arlen's bathroom. He shrugged off his thoughts edgily. Life was too short to deny others their pleasures.

'Should we go out, see if we can find the others?'
 
Fern

"hmm, really", I think to myself "that doesn't quite add up from what I know of her she'd be all over this guy llike a rash"

"Perhaps we should wait here a while, it's early yet and Matt and Ralek may well turn up here anyway and I'm certain Ishkama won't be too far away", I say to Lethe, "Would you like a drink? I know I would.

I turn to the innkeeper, 'Can I have an apple juice and a what ever my friend here would like?'

'You can tell me a bit more about Calimshan, I have never been there but they say it is one of the richest trade routes in the realms.'
 
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'Elven wine, please'

Lethe picked up the glass and sipped on it thoughtfully.

'Calimport is the only place I visited there. It is an ancient, sprawling city. It's filled with tiny dwellings and alleys, crowded with the noise of ringing bells and shouting traders at high noon'

Lethe's smile was faint as he recalled the smells of exotic spices and the huge, greasy chunks of meat turned over the spits by butchers in the little red fezzes custom dictated.

'They say you can find anything in the bazzars of the sabbans there, for a price. I've seen a fortune change hands three or four times in one evening'

His eyes looked back through his recent past.

'And the djinn... living in their temporal realm but the thickness of a shadow from our own, and playing their strange games of wealth and power'

Lethe's voice fell

'And the Muzad', he whispered. Betrayal in the darkness below the earth.

He came to himself abruptly.

'I am sorry, Fern. It seems I've been on my own for too long. I can't even hold the thread of a conversation'

He shrugged aplogetically

'What places have you been?'
 
Fern

I could tell he seemed troubled by something, something from his past, and there was something he was holding back on. He didn't seem to be lying, just not tell the the whole story.

His comments and fragmented memories held dark overtones, lightening the situation I smiled across the table at him.

'Well, I guess I spent a lot of my childhood in Espar with my grandparents. Both my grandparents were Rangers I guess that's why I became one. My Grandmother was quite famous in her time, she was one of the few Humans allowed to spend time in Evermeet, whilst she was carrying my father. When I was older I moved back to Shadowdale which was the home of my grandparents before they retired. My father and mother were killed by a Zhentarim raid when I was 15, I escaped by hiding in a hollowed Oak. Ever since then I have worked the caravan routes, earning my way and seeking the murderers of my Parents.'

I met up with the Calishite Caravan at Hilp, after visiting my Grandparents at Espar in Cormyr, and so now here I am."

I pause, "I am boring you I can tell", smiling lamely at the Half Elf
 
Ishkama

As if her body were not working on her own Ishkama started taking off her cloak and armor. It had long ago got dirty and the feeling of it coming off brought a fresh breath. She lifts her tunic over her head, her breast falling into place like ripe oranges.

She stops there, not sure if she should continue in the presence of Arlen. She was pretty, but Arlen seemed to beat her in beauty.
 
Lethe shook his head quickly

'I'm not bored. I like to listen to your voice'

He did. There was a strange, beautiful note to the ranger's voice, like the wind rustling in the trees. It brought memories of the forests around Aeruin.

He dropped his gaze from her face, aware that the moment of silence following his remark had stretched somewhat awkwardly
 
Fern

There was a pause, an awkward pause a silence that lingers like an unwelcomed guest.

His melancholy was beginning to affect me, he needed cheering up. Coming to think of it the whole place seemed more like a morque.

I leap to my feet and clap my hands a few times to get a beat and begin singing an old song I had heard in my childhood...

Eli was fair as an angel of air and light
Rumor spoke well of her, Gwydion knew.
Madog's fair daughter, that any who sought her might
Hope to be wedded, if wishes came true.

O'er the oak below, fair breezes gently blow,
Under the autumn snow thunders the sea.
Mender, he kenned her; befriender, he tenderly
Captured a raven by setting her free.

Rumor quite kissed her, but spoke of her sister
A sorceress cunning and cruel and cold.
Glasog would fly, as remote as the sky; her
Aloneness as wide as her wings could enfold.

.... Come on I yell as I clap my hands for the chorus

O'er the oak below, fair breezes gently blow,
Under the autumn snow thunders the sea.
Mender, he kenned her; befriender, he tenderly
Captured a raven by setting her free.

Eli is held, for a dragon's enspelled her.
Full Mighty my kingdom, yet none can prevail.
Well will I pay you my son, if you slay him,
But death will be yours if you fight him and fail.

- Some of the other taverners begin to join in -

I look at the Half Elf and smile as I skip and whirl around the bar


O'er the oak below, fair breezes gently blow,
Under the autumn snow thunders the sea.
Mender, he kenned her; befriender, he tenderly
Captured a raven by setting her free.

Gwydion riding with Owain beside him
As hero is welcomed with feasting and fame.
Roses have thorns as he learns in the morning, for
Eri and Glasog are one and the same.
 
Arlen

" You are really beautiful Ishkama... the godess Sune has no doubt blessed you... ".

Arlen takes hold of Ishkamas hands and pulls her to the water...

" Come on... get in, you will find it relaxing... "

Arlen kneels beside the tub of water... waiting for Ishkama to get inside...
 
Ishkama

Ishkama steps out of her britches, and steps into the water. It was nice and warm but she could not help that her nipples hardened. She sat down into the water. "Are....are you leaving?"

She couldn't believe she was asking this. What was she thinking?
 
Arlen

Arlen smiles to herself as she hears Ishkama´s words... Of course she did not want to leave... Ishkama was truly a beautiful elf...

" Would you like me to leave and give you some privacy? ".
 
Ishkama

"No, not at all. I was just wondering if you would stay with me. Keep me company." She felt as if the world would end if Arlen left at the moment.

She picks up the soap and starts bathing. "Thank you for being kind. Fern seems to hate me. You have never been rude though."
 
Arlen

" Of course I will keep you company... ", Arlen grabs the soap from Ishkamas hands... " Here let me do this... ".

Arlen covers her hands in soap and runs them down Ishkamaps back... her body feels even softer than it looks... so delicate...

" I dont think Fern hates you... she just has her temper... ". Arlen now runs her soap covered hands down her shoulders and arms...
 
Ishkama

Arlen runs her hands over Ishkama's body. She has such soft hands, but Ishkama stiffenes a little. She had never had anyone touch her, always taking fighting over love.

"Thank you for helping me. I like the feel of your hands on my body." What was she saying.
 
Arlen

" Thank you darling... your body feels so soft... it a pleasure for me to help you... ".

Arlen dips her hands in the water... lifting them back up to Ishkamas back... washing away the soap... and kisses her neck gently...
 
Ishkama

The kiss Arlen plants on Ishkama's neck sends shivers through her. "That is nice. I have never really been kissed before." She admits.
 
Arlen

Arlen rests her hands on Ishkamas shoulders... and lowers them down her neck... and her chest... pressing her own body against her back... she stops when her hands find Ishkamas breasts... Arlen´s mouth is now inches from her ear and she whispers to her...

" Im sure there are a lot of things you havent felt before... as Im sure I can make you feel like you never have before Ishkama... ".
 
Ishkama

As Arlen whispers in her ear, Ishkama's nipples harden more than she thought they possibly could. "Yes," Was all she could manage to speak.
 
Arlen

Arlen pinches Ishkamas nipples... and presses her body as hard as she can against Ishkama... a soft moan escapes her lips and Arlen bites on her neck... tasting her soft flesh... the sight of Ishkamaps naked body driving her mad with desire...
 
Ishkama

Ishkama has never known touches like this. Her body reacts by sending pleasure to her every inch. She didn't know what to do, but she did know she didn't want to resist.
 
Narrator

As Fern leads the tavern in a song, the doors open, and a largish person presses into the place. Six feet tall, and not a wasted ounce of space on her well-muscled frame; She is definitely feminine, despite her mass, and she seems to want no part of the ensuing festivities. She wears slightly tarnished chainmail that obviously once was well-kept and polished. Her sky-blue tabard is plain, displaying the gleaming silver Scales and Hammer of Tyr. Peeking over her left shoulder is the hilt of a large sword, and her still gleaming helmet is tucked under her arm. Flat, ice-green eyes scan the bar, and her wide, full-lipped mouth quirks in a half-smile as she recognizes the song. Her long, black hair is pulled back in a tight braid. She occupies a seat at the bar, and lays a few gold coins down.

Kyle Blackbyrne

"A room for the night, please. And brandy. Cormyrian if you have it; and keep it coming. I've no intentions of staying sober now that I'm off the road." Who you kiddin', Kyle old son? Ye've nae intention a stayin' sober 'tall if ye c'n help it. I thought to myself, annoyed at the cheer in this place. One of the two most important things in my life was gone, in the blink of an eye. Wouldn't do to stay in Cormanthor, mooning after a girl you can't ever have, now that you're one, now would it? At least I still have my duty to Tyr, else I'd surely go mad. I tossed back the first brandy almost too fast to taste, and signalled for another.
 
Arlen

Little moans escaped Ishkamas lips... that only made Arlen bite a little harder, her hands pressed hard against her breasts... I grab her hair with a hand and pull her head backwards... her beautiful neck now totaly exposed, I run my tounge down her neck... nibbling occasionaly... my grip on her hair remaining steady...
 
Ralak

After meandering through a few dozen streets, the urge for a drink became overwhelming, retracing most of his steps he finally found the inn that the guard mentioned, well he heard it before he saw it, and it was not until he had entered that he realised why, Fern had the bar singing in chorus with an old classic, not recognising anyother faces, Ralak follows Fern as she moves through the still cheering crowd back to a table with a half elf in very dark armor.

Taking a seat, Ralak shows Fern the pair of daggers he picked up from his storll along the markets, 'Nice singing, sorry i missed it, so who'se your friend Fern?'

'I'm Ralak', extending his hand for a shake, one which generally means more than hello when done between two Half-Elfs.
 
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Fern


O'er the oak below, fair breezes gently blow,
Under the autumn snow thunders the sea.
Mender, he kenned her; befriender, he tenderly
Captured a raven by setting her free.

Wake, for the dragon is liegeman to Madog, and
Glasog says, "Drink if you dare follow through."
Jeweled and plain are the cups he might gain, and she
Grants him a wish, but demands of him two.

O'er the oak below, fair breezes gently blow,
Under the autumn snow thunders the sea.
Mender, he kenned her; befriender, he tenderly
Captured a raven by setting her free.

Gwydion, ruler, was raised as no fool and he
Sees keeping faith is his only reply.
"Love me" his wish, and to make it official he
Takes up the plainer cup, drinking it dry.

O'er the oak below, fair breezes gently blow,
Under the autumn snow thunders the sea.
Mender, he kenned her; befriender, he tenderly
Captured a raven by setting her free.

O'er the oak below, fair breezes gently blow,
Under the autumn snow thunders the sea.
Mender, he kenned her; befriender, he tenderly
Captured a raven by setting her free.



Whilst I am singing I notice a tall armored woman enter the bar and take a seat at the counter. She seemed to know the song although she wasn't joining in the clapping or choruses


I finish the lay of Gwydion's Courting and take my seat back at the table, sipping the Apple juice.

I notice Ralek has returned eager to display his recently acquired purchases. 'Hi Ralek', I smile, 'I see you've been bargain hunting already.

'This is Lethe', I reply to his question, 'I just met him about a hour or so ago, he wants to join our party.'
 
Lethe bowed:

'Glad to meet you, Ralak'

He turned to Fern:

'Wonderful singing.. your song was much more cheerful than any in my repertoire'

Lethe smiled bleakly
 
Ralak

Ralak gives a quick once over of Lethe, mainly noting the finely crafted black armor, armor like that wouldnt come cheap.

"What do the others think, another hand is always welcome, speaking of the others, where are they?"

Ralak sits back and orders a mead as a barmaid wanders past with a tray of mugs.
 
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