Re: A Town Meeting Is In Order

by Asher Fairchild Mon Mar 20, 2017 6:07 pm

"Temper tantrum?" Asher starts to laugh

"Pierre did NOTHING but protect this community. He risked his life for all of you and you let him die. Then you come in here with your peachy keen he-can-come-back-dwarven-ritual-eat-some-crackers bullshit and expect us all to have a merry fucking party? Not bloody likely. Pierre is our BROTHER. I guess you've never lost anyone close to you. Aren't you lucky."

Asher pushes her way past everyone and makes her way to the broken down door.

"This town isn't worth protecting. You'd all rather kiss ass to some god who thinks of you all as expendable cattle, to be used."

she pinches the tips of one of Herrs ears

"enjoy these, yeah? You earned em."

She leaves the Inn and makes her way to towards the encampment

by Borin Ironhammer Mon Mar 20, 2017 6:12 pm

Gilmore stops tapping his drum and looks over at Gurrok.

"I think you should probably find somewhere else to stand my dear."

He then starts to hum a calming song. All broiling blood begins to cool and every patron at the tavern begins to breathe and relax as all thoughts of aggression wash from their minds.

by Malva Mon Mar 20, 2017 6:16 pm

Malva sighs. "I don't know if I'm in any position to talk some sense into them, but I'm going to try"

She steps out the door and follows.

(OOG: sorry, you posted while I was typing, and I'm going through with this anyways)

by Gurok Mon Mar 20, 2017 6:23 pm

Take Gilmore with you, and Volk too, or another one of the fighters. I'd go, but I need a moment to cool down. We'll let you know when Val is ready for her speach.

by Malva Mon Mar 20, 2017 6:24 pm

"I am not going to meet them with weapons, but anyone with any way to calm them is welcome to come with me"

by Gurok Mon Mar 20, 2017 6:25 pm

Just be careful, okay?

by Zar/Herr Mon Mar 20, 2017 6:26 pm

I'll come along just out of sight; you know, in case they murder you.."

by Malva Mon Mar 20, 2017 6:26 pm

"Fair enough"

by Gurok Mon Mar 20, 2017 6:39 pm

Gurok leaves the inn. Those already outside see her walk into the trees, in exactly the opposite direction from the Knights camp. Any who follow do not find her. Any who might call out hear no response.

by **Timmean** Mon Mar 20, 2017 7:09 pm

Timmean groans and stalks out the door toward the knights' camp. As he passes Teek, he glances in her direction; "Um... I don't know a lot about psychic abilities, but if you can help calm people down... well, that may be what we need right now." With that, he continues on his way.

by AD Mon Mar 20, 2017 7:38 pm

Teek is standing there, trembling. Her face sad again and quietly whispers, "Idon't know what to do." Before running after Asher, calling out to her. "Asher! Asher! Please!" Teek catches up and keeps pace with Asher, not touching, nor preventing her from continuing, "Asher, this is all my fault. Please! Please take this out on me and not on the town. Please. If Faerie really thought we were all expendable then we would all be dead. At the very least Pierre and myself would be dead. We both offered to die for this. I don't know why him over me, I don't. Asher, please. This whole town fought for me, not just you, not just those who went to the Mists. If they're not worth it, then neither am I. I was the cause of all of this. So it's me, who's really not worth it. Take it out on the right person." Teek stands in front of Asher now, arms open, palms open, "Yell at me, cast me off, kill me if you have to. But not at them. If you take it out on me, please don't take it out on them." Teek looks at Asher, face red and tears falling but a new found strength holding her strong.

by Asher Fairchild Mon Mar 20, 2017 7:48 pm

Asher can't help but smirk a little at Teeks dramatic gesture

"Teek, you were but a victim in all of this, I'm sorry you had to see that. I'd save you again a hundred times. Even with this outcome."

She pushes past her and continues to the knights encampment

by AD Mon Mar 20, 2017 7:50 pm

Teek's face falls and anger takes over. She turns on her heels and chases Asher to the Knights encampment.

by Quintessence Mon Mar 20, 2017 7:59 pm

(OOG: I totally tired to post but accidentally used the quick reply option, anyone know how to find that to repost properly?)

(OOG: UPDATE: Figured it out!)

by Quintessence Mon Mar 20, 2017 8:03 pm

Quin, who's been sitting quietly in the corner sipping on her favored blue libation, shifts uncomfortably. Anyone who bothered to take notice saw her expression change from one of relief and joy (at seeing folks return) to thoughtful and downcast upon noting the litter. Her eyes dart back up as Asher enters, startled by the drastic change in the tone. She remains silent, respecting the wishes of those returning, waiting for people to gather and be informed. She grows agitated as Asher doesn't seem to calm down, but reminds herself that some people lash out during moments of grief. Though upon hearing "I guess you've never lost anyone close to you"...Quin clenches her jaw and her grip on her cup tightens. She lets the moments pass...though staying silent has become harder, she closes her eyes. When they remove the litter and head out, she shakes her head sadly and looks about the room to see who remains.

by Keket Mon Mar 20, 2017 8:07 pm

-keket would looked at everyone unsure what to say herself so she moved over by wall abit to stay out of the way some what near val somewhat but giving good space just waiting to see what has to be said not fully knowing what to say next or to do next-

by Phineas J. Pennefeather Tue Mar 21, 2017 4:55 am

As the townsfolk come to grips with their various situations, the Halfling Tavern-keeper keeps busy with his duties. He says very little apart from pleasant greetings. He continues to keep the folks looked after as best as he can while roasting meat and cooking.

by Malva Tue Mar 21, 2017 6:55 am

Malva steps back through the door, Herr presumably follows behind her.

She sighs. "Well. She's gone. I don't know if they're done; I still heard yelling, but I'm ready to hear the rest of what happened."

by Zar/Herr Tue Mar 21, 2017 7:02 am

Herr smirks at Malva's remark as they enter the inn, before saying Asher is gone. Herr gets food, drink and a seat

by Degren Brightforge Tue Mar 21, 2017 10:09 am

Walking through the doorway, careful not to step on any pieces of Shattered door, Degren lays his sword and shield against a wall and sits himself heavily at a table. He motions to Phineas, and tosses him a note.

A glass of your strongest, please. Leave the bottle.

Degren places a large gem, 1 rock, on the table and waits.

by Volkihere Malacalo Tue Mar 21, 2017 12:20 pm

Volk enters the inn, shortly after Degren. He places a rock down and grabs two bottles and two glasses. He sits down with a small book and a pencil across from Degren. Then writes Degren a note, and passes it over, along with one of the bottles and a glass.
(This could have all gone better.) is written on the note.

by Degren Brightforge Tue Mar 21, 2017 12:41 pm

Degren pours three large glasses and downs them rapidly. The first two go down fine, and he shows no sense of being affected. The third one, however , causes him to gag. Keeping his drink down, he coughs and pounds his chest a few times before pulling the note towards himself and writing underneath Volk's writing:

That's a bit of an understatement. But it could have gone much worse. Still might. Probably will. What you said to Ashir earlier likely didn't help. You make a bad habit of kicking the hornet nest just as its about to settle. And yiu know I'm mute. I'm not deaf.

He slides the paper back and pours a fourth drink, gingerly nursing this one until his cough subsides.

by Volkihere Malacalo Tue Mar 21, 2017 1:12 pm

Volk takes the paper read's it and begins to write. Then hands it back.

(I wanted her to know that she is not blameless in his death, but you are right. My timing was off. And I know you're not deaf, but I'm not here looking for a fight. The written word loses power, this is not a speech or a power play. A friendly conversation should be on equal ground don't you agree.)

by Degren Brightforge Tue Mar 21, 2017 1:54 pm

Degren is taken somewhat aback by this, and doesn't try to hide it from his face. Before long, however, he nods and takes another drink; writing quickly before passing it back to Volk.

That's very nice of you. I appreciate it. I appologize if my suprise offends you. This whole thing has me on edge. I know we've never been what you might call friends, at least not in the usual sense. But, so long as you don't mind my getting blindingly drunk, then I am not opposed to some friendly pen-palling. Especially if that pal is also a drinking pal.

He reached across the table and pours a glass of the drink for Volk, motioning for him to drink.

by Volkihere Malacalo Tue Mar 21, 2017 2:23 pm

A smirk takes his face for a second before the rest of his face strangles it to death. Then begins to take a sip, he seems to be trying to pace himself.
(I'd prefer to be able to think straight for when they explain Pierre. I know I give you guys a hard time, but I do respect you're people, if only in my own way, and Pierre deserved better. Even sill with the tear, and the hellions, and the other creatures, I can't help but know we have to stick together, now more then ever.)

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