"Welcome to Hoydvann" | Dryn'myr, Orvan, Bill, Vennie
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020
The ocean stirs and thrums beneath the young Viridian's body as he glides high over the water. His wings whip at the sky to maintain altitude, his green eyes flashing in pleasant curiosity. He had flown over the sea many times, but that had been a northern sea. This was the south. His first time away from the Cwtch, his ancestral nest.
The air was "thicker" here, warmer. It was a little uncomfortable, but not unbearable. And it smelled more like salt and less like ice.
He caught an updraft and let himself glide for a moment, his wings locking. He pulled out the map he had secured in a pack around his waist, being sure to pull out the spectacles with them. Careful not to lose either in the wind, he moved the spectacles to his eyes and checked his coordinates.
He was still on the right course.
Then the small sliver of land before him had to be Hoydvann.
A thrill of fascination, but also fear, stirred in him. He replaced the map, angled his wings and dove towards land.
...
He stared down at the island, careful to fly low to avoid being spotted. He had never seen so many forests. The capital was visible at the center of the island, a community of wooden houses built very close together. He spotted many people. Many, many people. A hint of shyness pulled at him as he realized they probably had already spotted him.
He decided to land at the base of the capital near the treeline.
That would give him a little time to enter properly.
The Viridian flicked his wings and dropped to the earth, slipping between the tree branches. He landed in a crouch and crossed his wings behind his back. He paused.
And smiled. The tree trunks were old and thick. Tall. Contemplative. They had seen much. Just like his people. Just like his house. If he was accepted, he might like it here.
He began to stride out of the tree line towards the fortified walls.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The walls have 4 entrances. One on each the north, south, east, and west. Each one is guarded by about 4 guards.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr took his time making his way around the walls until he found the first gate. One pointing west. Four guards. He was careful to not appear threatening. He had his weapons hidden and was dressed in the traditional long robed regalia of his house--not the armor and mantle of a warrior. He kept walking towards the guards.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 One of the guards stands there and notices him approaching. He draws his spear in alarm. He seems to be quite spooked to see a Viridian. The other 3 guards are just huddled around a small table and playing cards.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 The sight of the spear concerns him a little, but he understand they must do their job. He bows to them in greeting. "Do not fear, noble guardsman. I am a traveler from the north, a son of the Veyr, born in Canabala Cwtch. My people have sent me to greet you under Elyon's blessing." His voice has a slight thrum to it, and though it is deep, it rings with youth still.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The other guards don't notice and the one guard, who now looks quite confused kicks one of the guards' leg. The guard lets out a "HEY!" before turning to see the Viridian there and falls off of his chair. The other two look up and scramble to grab their respective weapons. They gear themselves with swords and shields and spears.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr raises both hands, shaking his head, his voice gentle. "Again, do not fear, earth dwellers. I come in peace." "Though I commend your...diligence. A city's guard holds the life of it's people." Very slight chiding/knowing/smug tone to his voice.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 They all look amongst themselves. The one who is in front calls out again, "You mean no harm? Why do you visit Hovestad then?"
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr files the name away. "I come to Hovestad as a mere traveller..." he says. "I seek new horizons and the path set before me brought me here." "I am willing to be searched if that would convice you of my intentions..."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The front guard waves his hand to make the guards put their weapons down. They follow suit and he slowly steps forward. He seems more curious than frightened at this point and seems to be just trying to figure exactly what he is. "Could you hold your hands up and palms out?" His stance is not too tense but he still has his weapon in an attacking position.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn-myr gladly agrees, noting that he would have to be stabbed with the spear many times before it pierced his scales and dealt him a fatal blow. He holds his hands out, palms up. They are very leathery and very warm on the inside. They are still leathery on the outside, but rougher, a couple larger scales along the knuckles. He also uncrosses his wings and lets them flex a little. Drynmyr is a simple grey in scale color and hair. Even his robe is grey. But his eyes are a bright, intelligent green.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 One of the guards in the back walks up. The leader of the small group waves his hand and the guard drops his sword and shield. He cautiously walks up to Dryn'myr and carefully pats him down. At first, he acts like he's going to bite him or something, but after a while, he seems to be less nervous and gives a proper pat down. He stops near the wings, but still continues. He finds a small staff with some blade attachments and inspects it, but otherwise he finishes and nods to his leader, who lowers his spear completely. "Alright, you seem clean.... stranger." He looks him up and down. "You seem to mean us no harm... follow me." He does an about face and walks back to the gate. The other two guards have already lowered their weapons. They don't seem to be too worried. On the top of the wall, there are more guards looking down at Dryn'myr and the leader guard. They seem to be extremely more professional and well kept. They are watching cautiously, but are not worried either, at least visibly.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr follows, feeling slightly awkward by the affair, but knows it has to be done. Finds their curiosity fascinating. Studying their weapons and armor and trying to envision the processes behind making them. "Sirs...where would you propose one stay the night in Hovestad?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard keeps walking before realizing he's talking to him and turning around, "Oh! Um, well there's numerous inns in Hovestad but the most famous is the Still Wolf up near the keep. Their rates are high, so you might want to make sure you have a fair amount of coin."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr nods respectfully, but unable to hold back quenching his desire for preciseness. "What is the exact price range, sir? "Of both the Still Wolf and another inn of average quality?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 "Oh um.... let me think..." he ponders for a moment, "I spent a night there once. As I recall it was about 2 gold pieces a night. The normal inn is about 3 silver a night." He knocks on the front gate and waits for it to open, "Some time it takes a while to open."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 "Hmm," Dryn'myr calculates. In truth, he was loaded with coin. But was it wise to go to the most conspicuous inn? He was too busy thinking and missed the guard's following explanation.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard stands there and bangs on the gate again, "Open up in there! Common! I'm waiting out here!" A muffled "Yeah yeah" comes from the other side before the double doors swing open to let them in. "Right this way Mr...…" He pauses to get his name.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 "Forgive me--my name is Dryn'myr," the Viridian said quickly, catching himself. "Dryn'myr of the House of Eorym." Before coming back to focus he had decided that it would be best to stay in the better inn afterall...if he stayed he would not want to look shabby before the king... The king. "Might I ask who rules this land?" Dryn-myr asked. The possible permanency of his vows began to hit him full force. His stomach knotted.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard starts to walk forward but stops at hearing this. "You don't know who rules Hoydvann? Hm, I thought he was known outside the walls of the kingdom. The one who rules this city and this kingdom is the Great Wolf Hersker, Sverd! He will most likely want to see you. "
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 The Great Wolf...a very noble name. And that he might want to see him--that was an honor, was it not? He must be a thorough, hospitable ruler. Either that...or he was suspicious of any who might threaten his people's peace. Dryn'myr raised his head a little. "Indeed, reports of your land have reached my people in the north...though, I regret to say, the word was little. I would be honored should he wish to see me. "You speak of him with great vigor," Dryn'myr noted.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 "Why yes! He's our Hersker. He is very busy, so you might want to talk with our commander instead of him." He continues walking up the street towards what looks like a large castle. The street is long and straight with a steady incline to the castle.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn-myr stares at the castle, studying the architecture. He'd read of these human fortresses built up from the ground instead of carved into the depths of rock...He studied it, entranced. He kept walking steadily. "That is completely understandable," Dryn'myr said. "I would not wish to disturb him." Atleast...not until I have to, He thought to himself.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard smiles. "Don't worry. No one wants to disturb him. He'll make time to see you, but for now you'll have to settle with our commander. He will talk to you when we get there." The people along the street are staring at Dryn'myr. Some are just curious, and some are scared, but all can't help but stare. "Don't mind them. You don't normally get people like you here in Hovestad. The strangest thing you get is a Halfling or two."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 "That is well," Dryn'myr said, forcing a small smile. He could feel the eyes on him and it made him want to wrap his wings around himself--a childish impulse. A Halfling. He had heard of those... "A Halfling...? I heard of them, but I know little."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 "Oh you'll find them in here. Like Talon. He's in the palace. You can see him once you meet Sverd." "Don't worry. They'll warm up to you. Eventually they'll get used to you and treat you the same as everyone else. We had an animaloid come through here recently to live here and the same thing happened with her." He is continuing up the pathway closer to the castle.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr follows. His unease comes through a little as he lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh--well, then, that is just and noble. My people provide sanctuary for animaloids. I fear they do not trust humankind. Should more respond as you, perhaps they would."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 He chuckles. "Well, considering we are probably the smallest kingdom in Ashnuw, we are used to looking out for the little guy. "Animaloids generally live out near the coast of Hoydvann. The people there are way more carefree than here in Hovestad." Considering what he's seen so far, that's saying a lot.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn-myr did not voice that he knew they were indeed one of the smallest kingdoms...and that that was one of the reasons he had chosen them. They were different, very different...but if the reports of their spirit were true, and if they were indeed open to newcomers... And if the Hersker was noble... He would serve this place.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard kept walking up the street. He didn't seem to be very concerned about Dryn'myr at this point. He just kept walking and even waving at a couple people. He walks up the street to the castle and passes by a building that has a sign attached to the side that says, "The Still Wolf" it has a picture of a wolf head beneath the words. "Almost here. I got to report you to Orvan. He will talk to you and you should be allowed to do whatever you want after he's done."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 "I thank you," Dryn-myr said, admiring the tavern. It certainly wasn't grande in the sense that the halls of Canabala Cwtch were grande, but there was something about the wood that he liked. A quality. "This will do very well," he said, examining the beam structure.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard stops walking and looks back to him. He can hear song and singing coming faintly from inside. The building looks amazing. It's 4 stories tall and seems to be well kept, but inside sounds quite loud and jovial. "Sounds like a lot of fun doesn't it? They play some of the best music you'd ever hear."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn-myr's ears drew back at the noise. Though the building was tall, he had already figured out by the structure that it would be crowded on the individual floors. Especially with his wings. Very chaotic. But he had to do what he had to do. And the music was indeed not badly played...it was just very very different. "I am sure I will not regret coming here," he said, trying to find a way to respond without outright lying. "Their playing is good."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The music was very much like folk music. A fair amount of wind instruments, very bouncy, and even some fiddle mixed in. It's about as jovial as you can get. "Good to hear! Alright, just follow me up here and we will talk to Orvan…" He turns around and begins to walk up to the small castle.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr continued, listening to the cadence of the music. He had never heard jovial music before. Only perhaps in the Protectorate below the Cwtch, but even then that music was more wild than jovial. It fascinated, but also overwhelmed him.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 He can hear the music finish inside as well as most of the talking. Soon, cheering sounds from inside. The people seem to be quite happy at the music and presumed dancing.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr leaned forward a little to see the crowd.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr followed, leaving the inn behind. He turned his gaze to the castle ahead.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard keeps walking forward and turns at the gates. He turns right of the gates and around the side. There is a single door there. "Here we are. Orvan's on the other side."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr straightened, staring at the door. He lifted his chin a little, readying himself.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 He smiled and turned the door handle, but stops short. "Well, one thing you need to know is that Orvan is a little serious for most people so don't expect to get a laugh out of him."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Ah, this was something Dryn'myr understood. Being a lone child in one of the lowest families of the Weyr had put him at the opposite end of many serious Patriarchs and matriarchs. "I understand, sir," Dryn'myr said, giving the guard a small smile.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard smiles and nods before opening the door and stepping inside, leading Dryn'myr to the captain of the guard, Orvan.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr strode into the chamber, his gaze fixed ahead. He crossed his hands behind his back and straightened, readying himself. If this didn't go well, he doubted he would get to see the king.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Inside was a gruff looking man. Standing in front of a soldier standing at attention. The man was fairly old but you couldn’t tell other than his only now graying hair. He was dressed in full leather armor and he seemed to take his status in pride and kept his hair, beard, and uniform in good condition. He seemed to be scolding a soldier who was slacking off. The guard stepped in and once he noticed that Orvan wasn’t really paying attention, he began to stroll up to him to get his attention.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr turned at once and bowed low. He took note of the soldier.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Orvan turned towards the guard strolling towards him and was about to scold him for interrupting before seeing Dryn’myr standing there. He stood wide-eyed for a moment before dismissing the soldier. The soldier glanced at Dryn’myr, made a double-take, and left the room. The guard led Orvan to the bowing Dryn’myr. And Orvan responded with placing a fist to his chest and returning the bow.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr was surprised a little that Orvan had bowed in return. "Sire, I am honored to come into your presence. I am called Dryn'myr of Eorym and I have come from the north to visit your fair land." He hoped he hadn't botched any manners by speaking first.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Orvan raised an eyebrow. This was quite the peculiar situation for him. He glanced at the guard who just smiled in return. “Nice to meet you Dryn’myr. I’m Orvan, captain of the guard and the advisor of the Hersker himself.” He paused, “I’m glad to see that your manners are quite good. I’m willing to help you visit our kingdom and capital, but I must ask that I know some things about you before we get ahead of ourselves. Is that ok?”
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr rose from the bow carefully. "Indeed...I understand that not many of my people have passed this way." He smiled softly. "I would be most glad of your guidance,"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He smiled, “Good. I’m sure with how you’re acting that we will get along just fine.” He waved his hand to the guard who put his fist to his chest, bowed, and took his leave. “I am very curious Dryn’myr. Where do you come from?”
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr took these words to be a good sign. He stood a little more at ease. "I am from Canubala Cwtch, the ancestral nest of the Viridian people. We have some of our people serving in Glandoria, Heunstia, Kahlderra..."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 “And now Hoydvann?” He said finishing his sentence. He still looked a bit suspicious of Dryn’myr but he was not too tense at all. He didn’t really think he meant any harm.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 "I have heard tales of your people's spirit," Dryn'myr said. "Your courage and hope. I have only just arrived, but I am hopeful that your Hersker will be willing to take me into his service as a representative of my people among yours."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He chuckled for a moment, but he soon returned to his normal attitude, “Well, that’s good to know that Hoydvann is remembered for something other than its smallness. How long do you intend to stay in Hovestad?”
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr smiled slightly at this. "Hoydvann is small," he said, for he had to be honest and accurate. "Though I find throughout history tales of great nobility in all statures." "For a week or so," he responded. "And if your Hersker will accept my pledge, then for life or as long as he sees fit."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 “Pledge?” He smirks, “That’s going to be a first for the Hersker. You’ll see him well enough. Knowing him, he will be very eager to meet you. Don’t worry. We can pay for the expenses for your stay, and then you’ll be able to meet him. “Other than just taking a visit to the Still Wolf, is there anything you would like to see? Not much happens here so I’m available to show you the city.”
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr pulled his shoulders back, cautiously warming up to Orvan. "That is--that is very generous of you, sire. Though it is not necessary, I do appreciate the gesture." He smiled. He thought for a moment. "Where do your people train for war and competition? And--do you have a library?" "If it is not too soon to be entered into your trust, I would like to learn more about your island's saga."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 “We do have a training grounds. It’s just outside the main keep. All Voldsom that protect Hoydvann train there, even the guards who stand outside the wall. They are mainly for a lookout than protecting but still..... I can show you the training area. Follow me.” He turns around and starts walking over to the door in the back of the room. The room appears to be a rec room of sorts. With several tables, tankards, and chairs scattered throughout.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 "My thanks," Dryn'myr said, already taking in all the surroundings hungrily, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Orvan glances back and smiles at his curiosity. He walks over to the door and opens it. It leads to a long, stone hallway that goes to the left and to the right.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr follows, noting the stonework and thinking it is well crafted. Simple, but good. Glances to the end of the hall. "You...advise the Hersker....for how long?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He glances back before turning right and speaking, "Aye. I advise the 'Great Wolf' Hersker. I even advised his father when he ruled. It's something I'm quite proud of." As they walk down the hall, guards stand there and salute him as they walk by. They don't stare at Dryn'myr as they pass by, in fact, these Voldsom seem very professional and disciplined compared to the lookouts at the gate.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr notices this as well, counting it as quality. Can tell this man does good work when it comes to disciplining his soldiers. "An honor to be proud of indeed!" Dryn'myr said, sounding genuine. "The Great Wolf--what are his qualities as a ruler? What would you say is his greatest strengths, his greatest accomplishments during his rule? Is he like his father?" Realizes that was a lot of questions. Clears throat quickly.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He smiles, "You're quite eager about this aren't you?" He continues walking, "The Great Wolf is like any other Hersker. He's strong, honorable, inspiring, and he's always willing to die for his people. Great accomplishments? Well, a while ago we had rumor of some rogue plague doctor running around the towns along the coast. He managed to deal with the diseases he spread." He walked past several different rooms. Some were rooms filled with beds. One seemed something of a cafeteria. He stopped walking and paused a moment. "His father?" "Well, his father was very commanding, stern, a real leader." He stares off as if remembering things. "A good friend. The Great Wolf is...different than his father, but he is definitely more attached to his people than his father." "Both were great men, but the Great Wolf is very different from his father." "Either way I am quite glad to be his advisor and I wouldn't change anything about him," if any of his previous statements sounded unsure, this was very confidently said.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr thanked Elyon for his good fortune...this was a fine report indeed. "I can see that and hear that in your words, sire," Dryn'myr said, still smiling softly.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He nods and keeps walking. "I'm sure you'll get along well with him. Almost everyone does. All except those from Darasuum. He will see you when he can" He walk out to the end of the hallway where a door is placed. "Training grounds are right through here..."
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 "I also am no friend to Darssuum." Dryn'myr affirmed. "I thank you, your words give me hope." He kept his eyes on the door, curious,
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He nods and opens the door. On the other side stands several men who are currently fighting each other. Each one is in pairs. They are fighting each other, and trying to hone in their skills. As soon as the person who is supervising the group sees Orvan he calls out, "KAPTEIN!" All the men stop in unison and turn towards Orvan and salute by placing a fist over their chest. He repeats the gesture and says, "hilve." All the men break the salute and continue fighting. "The training grounds. All of our Voldsom train here. At the current moment, they are sparring to train their one on one fighting abilities."
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr watches closely, impressed with their discipline and respect. He crosses his arms behind his back and straightens. He studied the architecture of the space, noting the height of the ceiling. He nodded in fascination/approval. "It is very well." Still, very different, but they were a different race...they had different needs for their training.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Several of the soldiers disarm their sparring mates. The room is very large with a wooden floor. There's basically no objects in the room other than a couple wooden chairs that are occupied some supervisors. "Would you like a demonstration of our men's fighting capabilities?" "They have trained for a while now for a demonstration. We can show it if you wish..."
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 "Certainly, I would like that very much." Dryn'myr pulled out his spectacles and began polishing them.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 "Voldsom! Show of strength!" The men immediately stop their sparring and form a very straight line. All the Voldsom soldiers hold a sword in their right hand and a shield in their left. The center soldier shouts as all of the men take an offensive stance. Each man shouts as they make broad swings with their swords in unison. They all move at the same time. They really accentuate their unity in their movements and their joint movements. Eventually, the soldiers move onto things like moving in pairs and fighting in turns. The demonstration ends with each man holding his sword in front of his face. They all seem very disciplined and controlled.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr smiles, knowing that his own teachers would be pleased. He looks carefully for any weakness, any faltering.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 All the men are really unified and disciplined, but there is a very strong sense of brotherhood in the group. This helps in the sense that they all work together. Although, this brotherhood seems to leak into their performance and make it seem a tad less professional to someone paying close attention.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr notices this but quickly get that it's the heart behind it. Decides he values that more. He's seen too many cold and arrogant unities. Smiles. "Much heart!" He exclaims. "I am sure they would face a foe gladly."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Orvan smiles. He's proud that they put on a good show. "Hilve!" he calls again. All the men disperse and start to talk amongst themselves. "I'm glad that they put on a good show." "You said that you wanted to see the library?"
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr nods a bow. "Yes, sire... though I know a people's past is intimate..." His eyes glinted with excitement nonetheless as he put away his spectacles, "I would not impose if the library is not public."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 “It’s not public, but hardly anyone ventures in there anymore. The old record keeper is retired and no one is free enough, so you won’t be imposing. Over here...” He begins to walk over to a back door in the room. The Voldsom have completely dropped most of the rough and tumble appearances and are now talking and laughing amongst themselves. It seems that they’re disciplined but have a strong brotherhood between them.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr takes note as he follows. He strangely feels a little saddened to leave them behind, even for a library.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Orvan opens the door that leads back outside. It’s on the east side of the castle. He strolls out of the room, takes in a breath of fresh air and turns to Dryn’myr. “The library is actually a separate building from the rest of the castle so we will have to walk a bit to get there.”
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 "Gladly" Dryn'myr is also enjoying the air. He deepens his stride. "May I ask...have any of my kind passed your way? I know we are few. And the townspeople, though friendly, we're surprised to see me."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 “Well...” Orvan rubs the back of his neck, “as far as I remember, no. We are very accepting of all people, but we’ve never experienced one of your kind before.” “If there’s any one or anything that could give you an answer, it’s the archives.” “We keep records of any out of the ordinary thing that happens to Hoydvann or her people. You will most likely be included in the records.” He adds with a smile.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr is very impressed with Orvan's calmness and acceptance under these circumstances. He couldn't resist a soft chuckle at the thought of being added to the records. <X) "Then...allow me to explain that I am essentially dragon." "Our people are known for their scales, their flight, their fire, and this can intimidate some. Though the record of those of us who serve the kingdoms of Ashnuw, if I may be so bold, is one of nobility and loyalty. We live for many years and we count it of utmost importance to ally and support the leaders of our world." "You said earlier that I was eager to meet the Great Wolf, and indeed I am. I have yearned for the honor of joining my brethren and finding my place in a worthy kingdom all my life."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 “Well, with wording like that, you’ll be sure to get his attention. I must say that if everyone of your people acts the same way as you, I’m sure they are a very admirable and trustworthy people. I greatly appreciate your interest in our kingdom and I’m sure you will have no problems finding people who would be glad to show you around and get to know you better!” He chuckles, “Well, there are some people in this city that are oblivious enough to not notice anything different! You’ll get a few stares as you start, but after a while, you’ll get used to it and the people will get used to you.”
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 A small smile forms behind his beard, before he turns around and begins walking down the street again. He’s definitely warmed up to Dryn’myr now, and expects no foul play with him.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr straightened at these words, excited. He had not received many compliments in his life from his superiors. "I...I thank you, sire," he smiled, sensing Orvan's acceptance. A strange sense of release filled him. He would like this place very much indeed.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 Orvan walks down the street that borders the outer wall of the castle before arriving at a tall building on the edge of the street. It’s of similar craft to the other buildings, but it shows a bit more age and doesn’t look as well polished as some of the others. “Here we are...” he looks at the building, “I apologize for the appearance of our library. It’s been a bit neglected as of late, but the inside is just as good as it ever was.”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr noticed and felt a twinge of sadness for the building. Maybe they would let him fix it up in his free time. But it didn't matter too much. So long as the inside was full.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 “Right this way...” he opens the door and walks inside. Inside is actually pretty well lit. It doesn’t seem too dusty or beaten down. There sits one guard that’s reclined in a chair, feet propped up on the table, and reading a book. When he sees Orvan walk in he stands up and salutes with a fist over his chest. “Kaptein!” he says, and Orvan returns the salute and says, “hilve.” The man sits back down and continues his book. Orvan looks around the room. Even though the building looks to be about 3 stories high, it’s actually only one room. All four walls have 4 levels to them with wooden walkways and bookshelves covering each wall. Each level of walkway is accessed by a ladder. The bottom floor has bookshelves all throughout the floor as well as the walls.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr smiles. His eyes glow a little in fascination. He touches one of the bookcases as he passes, scanning the contents. His smile grows wider. "I have never read these." He turned back around, remembering himself. "You have a fine collection, sire."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 He smiles with his hands behind his back. “Why thank you. It’s definitely not as big as some kingdoms’ records, but we think we’ve kept a good record of the kingdom’s history. Most of this is all historical, except for those of the top level. Those are all fiction. They make things seem way more unbelievable than they actually were.” He chuckles, “Some even go so far to say that some Herskers were perfect beings. Don’t believe a word of ones that go to that length. All rulers make mistakes. Most of the fiction is in good jest such as tales about the mysterious shade known only as Cicero, but some disguise themselves as history.” “You may stay in here for as long as you like. Not many come in here so you’ll have lots of peace.”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr was already fascinated. "R-really?" he stuttered. "A shade, Cicero--what exactly do you mean by that?" His eyes glinted. "Indeed fiction is very enlightening to the heart of a kingdom."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 “Cicero was originally spoken to be some mysterious man to help Doraleous find the Farlig, but the tales speak of his erratic movements and metal arm. To be honest, I think it was some poor fellow that lost his mind in the cold that winter. From then on out, several stories started popping up after the first one, and they began to get more and more unbelievable.” “Eventually, most tales involving him are regarded as fiction, except of course the original connection with Doraleous. That is still generally regarded to at least be a little true.”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 "That Farlig--I have heard of the Farlig--" Dryn'myr said, leaning forward a little. "A--and this Cicero is connected to him and Doreleous? What is Doraleous? A metal arm, very fascinating, I suppose such a thing is possible..."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 He chuckled, “Well, you’ll find everything you need to know here, but to answer some of those questions...” he started numbering things off on his fingers, “The Farlig was the real creature that plagued this island when the first settlers came. Doraleous was the hero that killed the beast and started relations with Darasuum before the Darasuum war started, after which we left relations with Darasuum. And the metal arm is still up for debate.” “Feel free to read what you want here.”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr listens closely. "I will--yes, the war with Darasuum, I would like to know more about that." He begin to pull a few books off the shelves. "I will gladly do that--is there any other domain you believe I should see?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 Orvan shakes his head solemnly, “You can find records of our relations with Darasuum.... one of the darkest times in our history.” He stands there as though he is lost in thought, “As far as what else to read we have almost anything in here. In history, you can read of the Hersker War, and the reign of The Tyrannical Hersker, Niske. But other than that, we have a very wide selection! From autobiography to poems by Mirakel Lyd. Feel free to read whatever you want.”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 "I fear I our libraries at the Weyr do not possess much of your literature...this saddens me..." Dryn"myr said. "Should The Great Wolf allow it, I would love to transcribe the finest so we have a greater understanding of your land." He was already flipping through the book. "I see I will be able to spend many hours here indeed this week. Though I--" He hesitated. Then smiled to himself in slight embarassment. "Th-though I have a tendency to spend too much time with books. I will take walks often as well. The trees outside your walls are most impressive...is it safe to walk the roads outside Hovestad?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 He leans against the door post. “Aye, you’re fine to roam the streets as you see fit. If anyone gives you trouble, talk to a guard. If they give you trouble, tell me. I won’t give you any trouble. All of these books are fine to transcribe and take notes on. The only ones you can’t do are in the Castle itself. Feel free to stay here as long as you want. Oh and don’t worry about any fees at the Still Wolf. Just tell them that Orvan sent you and they’ll give you a free room.” “Anything else you need?”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr bowed, shaking his head in disbelief at his blessing. "It--it is more than enough, sire. Thank you for your time and for your friendship." He lifted his gaze, smiling softly.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 He returns a bow with the same salute as before, with his hand over his chest. “It was a pleasure Dryn’myr. I hope you find your time here satisfactory.” He turns and begins to take his leave.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 He turns back to the book at once and with a quick flap, mounts one of the ladders. He begins to read....
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 Orvan walks out of the door and closes it behind him.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 Hours pass and the guard who was reading is now reclining in his chair with the book on his face. He’s beginning to snore softly to himself.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr finally puts down his fifth book and sits happily for a moment. Stares at the guard and dark. Smells the wood and books. Breathes deeply. Takes off his spectacles, thinking.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 The guard reclining in the chair begins to lean back too far and falls to the ground. He jolts up and looks frantically around the room. He notices Dryn’myr and rubs his eyes in confusion, until he realizes that Dryn’myr was always in here and slumps on the counter in exhaustion.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr looks up, having been completely oblivious for a very long time. He gets up. "Forgive me, are you waiting for me to depart before you are free to leave your post?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 He looks up and stands straight. “N-no sir. I’m actually supposed to just stay here until it’s dark....” He leans over and opens the door a crack, “It’s dark.......” “Maybe I should finish up my shift....”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr purr-chuckles softly. He gets up and puts the books back. "Dark already? I hope there's any room left at the inn then. Have a good night, young human."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 “Oh um. Goodnight.” Realizing that it’s rude to call someone old “.... young dragon.” He moves around the building, putting out torches.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr walked out of the library. He stared up at the stars and stood there for a moment, listening to the night sounds of Hoydvann and smelling the air.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 The air is still. The night air is fresh. Even though the city of Hovestad is bustling and crowded in the morning, at night, it is quite quiet and peaceful. Most of the stars are visible, obstructed only by the clouds that slowly drift by.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 He walked through the streets, feeling strangely invigorated and not the least bit homesick. He was a little nervous about the inn--there were alot of people, strangers--there. But maybe most of them would be asleep already.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 At the inn, there was no sound from listening in from the outside. Perhaps it was late enough that people are asleep already. Either way, the inn was quite quiet this time of night.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr saw this as he approached and felt a little more at ease. He felt more confident in general thanks to his encounter with Orvan. He stepped inside and went to the registration desk.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 Inside the inn, it was actually really quiet. There were a few tables that had some friends gathered around them. There was some general chatter until Dryn’myr came in. Talking stopped for a moment, but actually resumed again. No one really payed him much mind and returned to their drinks and talking. Behind the counter stood a woman that was washing the counter with a rag.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr cleared his throat not wanting to startle her. He had heard that human women could be skittish. "Excuse me..."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 She looks up with a smile on her face before she notices who he is. She jumps a bit but isn’t scared or anything, “Oh! You must be the new person in town that we’re hearing so much about! Anything you need? A room perhaps? I’m sure someone like you needs a place to sleep for the night.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr couldn't resist a small smile at that--word of his presence was travelling fast, very fast. "That would be most helpful. Thank you. Captain of the Guard, Orvan told me to tell you he sent me."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh Orvan sent you? Why, that’s quite the honor!” She laughed as she turned around and scanned the shelf behind her. She plucked a key off of the shelf and held it out in front of her. “You’ll be on the top floor. Just walk up the stairs and it’ll be the last door on the left. A nice room that one is.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 He took the key. "Thank you, my lady." He nodded a bow, then started up the stairs. For a moment he wondered if he should eat something, but decided against it. He would eat in the morning. He followed her directions til he came to the room.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 The key unlocked the room door. The bedroom was very spacious, and a bit uncharacteristic of a regular inn. There was a desk with an oil lamp, a large double-sized bed with two side tables, a small chest and dresser to fill clothes and valuables with, and even a bookshelf with several books placed on it and a couple shelves free for guests’ books. The entire room was made of wood, had a rug laid on the floor, and had a window and a door placed on the far wall.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Though it was different, Dryn'myr liked it. It felt very warm and inviting. And the colors of the wood that that'd been exposed to all day were growing on him. He paused for a bit, trying to determine the best place to sleep....for Viridian body temperatures drop to almost nothing in sleep. He was used to sleeping in heaps of embers on heated stone back at the Weyr. He decided that he would try the bed and just see what happened. Worst case scenario, he would wake up and just wait an hour or so til his body warmed up again before getting out of bed. He locked the door behind him, put aside his gear and robe, and carefully rolled in. He blinked, surprised at how the mattress gave way. It was like sleeping in a hole. Or a nest. He turned several times and finally decided curling up was probably the safest course of action... even when he did stop figetting, he found himself thinking over the stories of the Farlig. Needless to say...he did not sleep very well that night. XD Despite the warm blankets, warm room and overall warmth, Dryn'myr awoke cold. His chest felt like stone. He blinked slowly as he felt his inner fire reigniting. It took an hour or so, but slowly he was able to get up and get dressed. He wondered if he should leave his weapons behind, but thought he better take them just in case. He wanted to go back to the library at once, but knew he should make an effort to meet more people. So he made his way out of the room and down the stairs.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 On the way down the stairs, he could see a guard on the bottom floor, yawning loudly as he wiped away the sleepiness from his eyes. It was the same guard that led Dryn’myr to Orvan and he seemed as though he had just woke up. He noticed him walking down the stairs and waved enthusiastically at him. “Mornin’ mister!”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr bowed his head. "Good morning, sir....I do not believe I caught your name yesterday."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh my name? The name’s Bill Kelig! Friends call me Billy!” He paused for a moment before remembering something, “Oh I forgot! Orvan sent me to escort you around the city as you see fit. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you or anything, but it’s more of a formality.” “If there’s anything you’d like to see, I’d be glad to lead ya there.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr nodded again. "Bill-ee. Well met, once again." He glanced up. "I would indeed appreciate that." A familiar face was better than an unfamiliar one. "I do not really know where to go first...I would like to go back to the library eventually, but I believe I should look around more first...what are some other places in your city?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Well, there isn’t any groundbreaking areas in Hovestad, but the interesting ones are the market, the two walls, and um...” He was clearly trying to find something to show to a new traveler, “Oh! I know. The fair should be starting up today! It lasts for a week every two months.” “The fair is a great place to see a good Hoydvinian show! Lots of people, singing, and laughing.” He seemed excited to talk about the fair, like he doesn’t normally get to go in his day to day routine.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr sensed his excitement and his nervousness doubled. Lots of people, singing and laughing indeed. "That...that sounds like a very important part of Hoydvinian culture," Dryn'myr said in deep though. "I--I should most definitely see it."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh great! You’ll love it! Everyone in the city does!” He walks over to the door that leads to the main area/dining room. “If you ever get tired of it all, I can run you back to the library.” He turns the door handle and opens up the door, gesturing with his hand to allow Dryn’myr to go first.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr stepped through, noting the gesture. "Thank you very much. I am sure it will be fine." Perhaps they would have interesting foods there... He remembered that he hadn't eaten in awhile.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 The main room was noticeably more active than last night. Almost all the tables were filled with people eating, drinking, and talking. Although, there were some tables that were still open. Surprisingly, not many people stared at Dryn’myr. Most people glanced up and took note before returning to their drinks and conversations. Only some people actively stared, but it was more of a curious stare than a frightened stare. “We can either get something here or we can just go straight to the fair. I don’t really care what we do. I’m trying to loose a few pounds anyways.” He chuckled and patted his stomach in a joking manner.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr was not sure. He could not be indecisive, his Yldr had warned him of that. "We can eat there," he said. He glanced around the room briefly, exchanging glances with a couple of curious watchers.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Sure thing!” He strolled over to one of the tables on the side wall and sat down next to it. “Listen, don’t feel like you got to eat anything you don’t want to. Someone will be here to eat it up eventually. There’s just about anything you can want to eat here, so don’t be afraid to ask if they have anything you want in particular.”
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 He waved to the woman behind the counter, who was bustling about with filling up mugs and taking plates full of hot food out from the back room, and she nodded to him. She continued running around and working as hard as she could. “She’ll be with us in a minute,” he said as he reclined back in his chair slightly.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr realized the guard had misheard him, but he didn't mind. Honestly, he had preferred to stay at the Inn a little longer. He watched the guard lean back in his chair, amused, and sat down, carefully letting his long serpentine tail curl around the back of the chair and his wings drape over the seat. "What do you usually eat here?" he asked.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh me? Well, I usually like to just have a normal breakfast of eggs and some smoked sausage with some milk, but occasionally I’ll mix it up a bit. What do you usually eat where you come from?”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 He hmmed in his chest. That did sounds nice. Though he had never had sausage before. "Canabula Cwtch lies near the northern sea...many enjoy deep sea fishing. I not so much. But just about any kind of fish or egg is our favorite." "We have many different types of spiced wines and such...and other delicacies such as poison ivy, stinging nettles, caviar, electric eel." "It is hard to get milk. That sounds very nice. I will probably ask for that." He looked pleased. "Do you always have milk readily? I heard most kingdoms do. And do you truly eat bread?" "Bread does not set well with our stomachs, but I am curious."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 He scratched the back of his head. “Well, that’s a lot to answer, but I’d be happy to answer your questions. Most of the food we eat in Hovestad is things like beef, pork, and chicken. Most towns on the outskirts of the kingdoms mainly eat fish. Milk is just drunk around the kingdom in general. Most families have a fair amount of milk to drink. And bread? Um. We eat bread when we get it. It’s not as common as other kingdoms, but it usually goes along with stews or soups.” “If you have any questions about the kingdom, I’d be happy to oblige! I know about all there is to-“ The woman that was bustling about comes over to the table. “Morning Bill,” she turned to Dryn’myr and bowed slightly, “Good morning sir. Is there anything I can get for you both this morning?” “Oh mornin. I’ll just get the usual. For my friend here, I don’t really know.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr listened closely to Bill-ee, fascinated. Beef, pork, chicken...he had heard that they had farms where they raised their meat. He would have to try the bread. "Good morning, my lady," he said and leaned against the table a little. "I will take some milk and bread and--do you have cheese?" If he remembered correctly, cheese was made from milk.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 She smiled and glanced over at Bill. He shrugged and she just smiled back at Dryn’myr and said, “Yes sir. We have some cheese in stock. I’ll get your meals out to you shortly.” She walked off into the back room to give the orders to the cooks. Bill sat there and looked at Dryn’myr. “Old Orvan wasn’t too rough on ya was he? He’s usually very strict on us in training, but he’s a nice fellow once you know him well enough.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 "H-he was very kind," Dryn'myr said, smiling. "Made me feel very welcome and told me more about your Great Wolf, Hersker Sverd...he showed me the training grounds as well and I can see he fosters much heart in his warriors." "Do you need to fight often?" Dryn'myr stopped smiling. The thought of anyone hurting these people made him already feel protective. They were so happy. "Or is it only a precation?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “That’s good to know. Sometimes he’s a bit rough around us Voldsom, but he’s a good man and a good leader.” He noticed Dryn’myr’s question, “Well, to be honest, not many of us have seen battle yet. We aren’t normally the top priority of any invading kingdoms, but we are here to protect our home when we need to. We only fight when necessary, and when we need to fight, we will be ready.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 "I hope that will always remain the case," Dryn'myr said. Though he knew inside it would not and it saddened him. History always cycled back to war eventually, no matter what the size of the kingdom. It was the way of dark souls. If he was accepted for more than one Hersker's reign, he would surely see it himself. "I studied your history with the Farlig and Darasuum," he added.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh, studying up are you?” He smiles, “Well, Hoydvann is constantly accused of making up the Farlig, but believe me when I say that it’s an actual beast. We have a couple guards stationed at it’s tomb as we speak, and Darasuum..... that’s a touchy subject. Not many people like talking about that, not even those from Darasuum I hear.” He brushes off the situation and continues, “Well, I can talk about Darasuum if you wish. I might just want to keep my voice down a bit some people get quite angry about the whole topic.” He was about to continue speaking when a voice called from across the room, “Hey Bill!” A bright-red-haired woman jumps up from her seat, makes her way across the room and pulls up a chair to the table. “It’s been a while!” She looks at Dryn’myr with a slight puzzled look in her eye. “Who’s your friend here?”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr opened his mouth to reply when Bill's friend showed up. He could not help but admire her red hair. He bowed to her at once, smiling.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh, um... Dryn’myr. This is Vennie, an old friend from my teenage years. Vennie, this is Dryn’myr, a new visitor to Hovestad!” She smiles as she leans all the way over the table to give Dryn’myr a handshake.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr's hands are very warm and leathery. "Greetings, lady Vennie." He rose to his feet as he shook. "I am here visiting your island for a week or so." "Bill-ee is kindly enlightening me to your city."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 She stood up with him, a bright smile on her face the entire time. “Nice to meet you sir! Any friend of Bill’s is a friend of mine!” She never broke eye contact, her smile, or her very bright-beaming face. She let go of the shake and sat back down. “So what are you doing here, Bill-ee? Got fired from guard duty?” she said as she gave a mock-punch to his shoulder. “No actually,” he said, “I’m escorting my friend here around Hovestad. He’s a traveler and I thought I’d show him the sights before going to see the Great Wolf.” She smiled and asked, “The Great Wolf huh?” She turned to Dryn’myr, “So how’s your stay been here in Hovestad?”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr sat straighter. "It has been very good...your people are kind, trusting, open. And very happy. It is encouraging. The Captain of the Guard was very reasonable. I have heard tales of my people being nearly killed when arriving in a new kingdom for the first time, so I did not know what to expect." "Hovestad appears most accepting." "You speak of the Great Wolf...have either of you two seen him?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Well, Hoydvann’s about the most accepting kingdom you could go to. You’re not in any danger here! The most danger you’ll face here is someone trying to steal your pie in the window.” Bill starts to speak up at the mention of the Great Wolf, but is cut off by Vennie, “I’ve only seen him when he comes out to the public. Billy on the other hand has had the privilege of being inside the castle and standing guard while he talks.” Bill rubs the back of his neck, “Heheh. Yeah I’ve seen him up close. Just as honorable and strong as he is in public.” He looks at Dry’myr, “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to see him soon.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr waved a hand. "Th-there is no rush...there is still so much to see. But I am curious." He nodded at them. "What do you do for pasttimes?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Well, Billy here is mostly occupied with guarding things. But me?” She smiles, “I’m the daughter of the owner of this fine establishment. That’s my mother over there.” She points over to the woman that’s now carrying plates to a nearby table. “I spend most of my time actually out of the city. I like to explore the woods, I spend most of my time inside either helping out my mother around the inn, at the market, or just relaxing out on the Great Field.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 "The Great Field?" Dryn'myr asked. "What is that?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “The Great Field’s the plains that surround Hoydvann. They’re very relaxing to sit around in and feel the breeze. Especially when the flowers bloom in the summer.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 "I see," Dryn'myr said, his eyes warm. Without thinking, he ran his hand along the grains in the wood table. "And music...I heard some of it yesterday I believe?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 "Oh yes, we have a group of men that stop by here and play music. Lots of singing and dancing. You probably heard all of that yesterday."
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr nodded. "I did. A little as we passed." He watched the two of them. He could not help but ask. "This is a change in topic, but...b-but I have never met humans before really...D-do you...know what you will become when you are born? Your purpose, that is."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 Bill glanced at Vennie. She scratched her head nervously and answered, “Well, humans.... we don’t really know what we are going to do with our lives until we grow old enough to appreciate them. Like me, as a kid, I didn’t know what I was going to do with my life, but once I grew older, I realized I wanted to be an explorer. I want to make maps, chart new lands, study different kingdoms and terrain. We never know what we are going to do until we figure out what we want in life.” Bill spoke up, “Yeah, I always wanted to be a blacksmith, but once I learned that there’s people out there that need help and protecting, I dedicated myself to the life of a Voldsom, and that’s where I am today. I assume things are a bit different where you come from?”
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 "No..." Dryn'myr said. "It is much the same. Only we live very long compared to human's lifespan...our sires work hard to guide us to noble purposes so that we do not follow down ways against Elyon. But both of the ways you mentioned are very noble. I am glad humans pursue them as well." Also slightly fascinated by how unpressured they seem by it. "You have not been exploring yet?" He asked Vennie.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 “Well...” she looked down, “I’ve only explored Hoydvann. I’m not going to leave until my mother has enough help with the inn. I wouldn’t want her to be left alone with the cooks to fend for herself. Once she hires some help, I’ll leave and chart maps and discover new places I assure you.” The woman dropped by the table and gave the two plates to Dryn’myr and Bill. One had eggs and sausage with milk and the other one had bread, cheese, and milk. She waved briefly at Vennie, but rushed off to pick up more food and take orders.
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr smelled the food and made a happy purring sound. <:] "It smells good." "I hope you can do that someday," He said to Vennie. "It is good of you to stay with mother."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 She smiled, “Me too. I hope we both can be happy with what we do.” Bill spoke up, “Oh Vennie. Dryn’myr and I are headed to the festival this morning. We would be glad to see you there!” She laughed a bit before saying, “Sure thing Bill-ee. I’ll see you two there! Mr. Dryn’myr, it was a pleasure!” She stood up and offered her hand to him for another hand shake.
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr shook it again, smiling at her. "A pleasure indeed, my lady. Thank you." He decided he liked her very much. He paused, murmured a phrase under his breath in a foreign language, then slowly began to eat the bread. He chewed carefully, thinking hard about it.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 Bill sat down and heartily ate his food. He was quite happy with how the day was going and was even happier about his food.
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr let out another happy thrum sound and ate some more. He ate very slowly, almost reverently. Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 Once they finished their breakfast, Bill led Dryn’myr out of the inn, down the street and around the corner. After only a few minutes of walking, they could both hear many people singing, talking, and laughing, as well as some music in the background. “Sounds like they’re in full swing already! It’s just around the corner here....”
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr already felt less skittish than he would have yesterday. It helped knowing that most of the people knew about his presence already. It was still very loud though. He followed Bill-ee around the corner.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 Bill walked around the corner and into a wide plaza. The entire area was covered in small booths that housed food, small games, and shows. In the center of the plaza was one large wooden platform that had several tables set on it and a large banner that hung from two buildings that said “Gledelig Messe.” People sat and ate, walked around the fair, bought food and trinkets, sold items. It was quite the lively affair.
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr found himself enjoying it more than he thought he would. He took a deep breath and smiled, nodding at any who stared.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill led Dryn’myr around the fairgrounds, through various booths, and to various shows and events. Some things were very obvious in their time at the fairgrounds. Everyone knew almost everyone else. There were people waving to each other, catching up with people they supposedly haven’t seen in months, and even going out for drinks. Vennie caught up with Bill and Dryn’myr, and wandered around the fair for most of the day with them. There would be a lot of eating food there, from pastries from Vachelous to Sausages from Heuntsia to fish caught right here in the kingdom. There would be shows that would range from dramatic/historic re-enactments to talent and magic shows. As far as reaction to Dryn’myr, there would be a bit of a bustle at first, but more of an enamored kind of attention. People would flock over to Dryn’myr to talk to him and to make his acquaintance, and children especially would be very interested in him and his dragon-like appearance, running around him and having fun just watching him do average day things. Finally, the day would end off with the wooden platform being cleared of all the tables and chairs and a group of 5 men would stand on one end of the platform to sing and play music. There would be a lot of singing, dancing, and cheering that would last well on into the night. Given the chance, Vennie would most certainly offer both Dryn’myr and Bill to dance. Bill would take the offer and dance at least once or twice, and the rest would be up to Dryn’myr’s choice. Once it had been dark for a while, Bill would be very spent of energy, Vennie would have gone home, and the dancing would continue, but all in all, most people would be headed home for the day.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr was overwhelmed at first, but soon he got used to all the attention and bashfully even enjoyed it a little. Afterall, humans are very adorable to Viridians, especially little human children. He would have been very scrupulous when it came to the shows, treating them with utmost respect and seriousness. He would have as kindly as possible declined Vennie's offer to dance, even though he felt a little badly doing so and just enjoyed watching the dancing, so different from his own. In his own reserved way, he found he loved these people and enjoyed their laid back and happy manner. It was a stance he had rarely seen portrayed before, and even though he knew he would never fully be like them in that way, he appreciated it in them.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 After the night was over, Bill would be leaning on a table, trying to regain his breath from the last dance. He looked at Dryn’myr and asked, “This isn’t quite what you usually do is it? We can go back to the Still Wolf if you wanted, or perhaps at the library? Orvan told me you were quite interested in the books there.” He chuckles to himself, “Well, I was supposed to follow you around, but I suppose my eagerness for food and dance really got to me!” He laughs
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr laughed, looking up at the sky. "No thank you, Bill-ee, I am content here until you are ready. As long as you and Lady Vennie have the energy, please continue." He smiled. He was getting rather extraverted out, especially whenever a new onlooker came to talk with him. But for the most part he was just watching and relaxing now.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill chuckled, “Well, Vennie went back to the inn herself, and I’m quite tired myself, so I’m good with whatever you had in mind...” he pauses before asking, “Do people have festivals and singing where you come from? If so, are they nearly as jovial as Hoydvann’s?”
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr closed his eyes. He shook his head. "N-no...they are not as jovial as Hoydvann's." He tried to imagine his Yldr dancing with as much enthusiasm as the humans had and could not. "Then, we should retire to bed." He nodded to Bill-ee. "I thank you for your service and your companionship."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 He smiled, “Don’t worry about it! You’re quite a nice fellow. I could see Vennie had a fun time talking to you.” He stood up and walked a bit away from the table, “Here, I’ll lead you back to the inn and we’ll catch some shut eye.”
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr nodded as he rose to his feet. "Likewise, Bill-ee, you and your people have a noble heart." He followed him back to the inn, blowing a playful little fire whiff at once last child who was looking at him.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 “Most of us do! Some are a bit stubborn and some are a bit too emotional for their own good, but we try our best.” He started to walk down the street towards the inn. The little boy jumped back in surprise, but laughed amusedly and ran off to his mother, still laughing.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr followed, smiling to himself, Bill-ee's words lingering in his mind.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 They walked back to the Still Wolf and Bill paused bit outside the front door. “That’s odd...” he listened, “Normally there’s a lot of singing this hour of the night.” He opens the door and wanders in ahead of Dryn’myr.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr's eyes brighten. He hurries after him, moving a hand to his staff, still folded up.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Inside, Bill pauses, there were about 20 to 25 men sitting at the tables, heads down and silent. He looked around puzzled when the men begin to hum slightly, still sitting with their heads down.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr paused, listening to the humming. Eyes flash in concern.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 The humming slowly turns into a recognizable tune. It’s slow, deep, and solemn. Bill’s stance at once relaxes. He nods to Dryn’myr, walks down to a nearby table, and joins the humming of the tune.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr can see that everything is fine. He pauses, listening. At last...this was something he understood. He watched, tired, but fascinated.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 The humming continues before dying down briefly. One man amongst the group stood up, his face was scarred from battle and his stance was strong. His chest was puffed out and his head was held high. He stood there for only a moment before beginning to sing. He sang while the rest of the men hummed along. Women stood at tables off to the side and listened. His song spoke of a lament for those who have died defending the kingdom and the honor they had in their life and their death. After a while, the entire room began to sing along with him. The song spoke of kings who had died with their swords in their arms and of soldiers who fought to the very end. It all ended with talk of the age to come where no wars will be waged, and all who were lost will be reunited with those who live on. The men slowly concluded their song and the leader sat back down. No one applauded or cheered, and conversation continued among the men and women in the inn.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr listened, enraptured. He was determined to remember these stories. The solemnity and hope soothed him. He did not smile, but sat with his eyes closed.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill stood up, walked to Dryn’myr, and sat down next to him. He sighed a bit and looked over to Dryn’myr.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr kept his eyes closed but he could sense the human's presence. "Someday...all that is parted will be brought together...all who are separated will be united," he murmured. Then he uttered something in his own tongue.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill sat there, with a glazed look in his eyes. He spoke up, “I apologize. That’s a song I haven’t sung in a while. It seems like the men wanted to end on a solemn note tonight.” He nods slowly, thinking to himself.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 "It is a good song," Dryn'myr said. "Do not apologize. I am glad your joy is balanced with times of reflection. For life is both sorrow and happiness."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 He smiled, "Aye. That's a song that's sung to remind us that we fight a good fight, and not to be discouraged when things look tough." He nodded slowly, "A good song..."
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr closed his eyes again, feeling the warmth of the fire.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 The fire crackled and burned bright and warm. Slowly, the room began to clear out and eventually, only Bill and Dryn'myr remained.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr was almost dozing, listening to the silence. His wings were stretched out, warming by the fire. He smiled gently. It had been a good day. He would definitely do some writing and training and reading the next day then. He had to keep up with his skill. He could not appear weak before the Great Wolf. Yldr would chide him for going so long without attending to his weapon.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill sat there next to the fire, and saw Dryn'myr dozing off slightly. "You going to sleep by the fire tonight?"
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr secretly wished he could, but knew that was not an option. He sighed, opening his eyes. "No...I shall retire." He stood up and bowed to him. "Goodnight, sir Bill-ee."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill stood up and bowed back. "Goodnight Dryn'myr. It has been my pleasure to escort you this day."
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr glanced over his shoulder and smiled back. He climbed the stairs slowly to his room.
To be continued
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The walls have 4 entrances. One on each the north, south, east, and west. Each one is guarded by about 4 guards.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr took his time making his way around the walls until he found the first gate. One pointing west. Four guards. He was careful to not appear threatening. He had his weapons hidden and was dressed in the traditional long robed regalia of his house--not the armor and mantle of a warrior. He kept walking towards the guards.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 One of the guards stands there and notices him approaching. He draws his spear in alarm. He seems to be quite spooked to see a Viridian. The other 3 guards are just huddled around a small table and playing cards.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 The sight of the spear concerns him a little, but he understand they must do their job. He bows to them in greeting. "Do not fear, noble guardsman. I am a traveler from the north, a son of the Veyr, born in Canabala Cwtch. My people have sent me to greet you under Elyon's blessing." His voice has a slight thrum to it, and though it is deep, it rings with youth still.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The other guards don't notice and the one guard, who now looks quite confused kicks one of the guards' leg. The guard lets out a "HEY!" before turning to see the Viridian there and falls off of his chair. The other two look up and scramble to grab their respective weapons. They gear themselves with swords and shields and spears.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr raises both hands, shaking his head, his voice gentle. "Again, do not fear, earth dwellers. I come in peace." "Though I commend your...diligence. A city's guard holds the life of it's people." Very slight chiding/knowing/smug tone to his voice.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 They all look amongst themselves. The one who is in front calls out again, "You mean no harm? Why do you visit Hovestad then?"
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr files the name away. "I come to Hovestad as a mere traveller..." he says. "I seek new horizons and the path set before me brought me here." "I am willing to be searched if that would convice you of my intentions..."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The front guard waves his hand to make the guards put their weapons down. They follow suit and he slowly steps forward. He seems more curious than frightened at this point and seems to be just trying to figure exactly what he is. "Could you hold your hands up and palms out?" His stance is not too tense but he still has his weapon in an attacking position.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn-myr gladly agrees, noting that he would have to be stabbed with the spear many times before it pierced his scales and dealt him a fatal blow. He holds his hands out, palms up. They are very leathery and very warm on the inside. They are still leathery on the outside, but rougher, a couple larger scales along the knuckles. He also uncrosses his wings and lets them flex a little. Drynmyr is a simple grey in scale color and hair. Even his robe is grey. But his eyes are a bright, intelligent green.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 One of the guards in the back walks up. The leader of the small group waves his hand and the guard drops his sword and shield. He cautiously walks up to Dryn'myr and carefully pats him down. At first, he acts like he's going to bite him or something, but after a while, he seems to be less nervous and gives a proper pat down. He stops near the wings, but still continues. He finds a small staff with some blade attachments and inspects it, but otherwise he finishes and nods to his leader, who lowers his spear completely. "Alright, you seem clean.... stranger." He looks him up and down. "You seem to mean us no harm... follow me." He does an about face and walks back to the gate. The other two guards have already lowered their weapons. They don't seem to be too worried. On the top of the wall, there are more guards looking down at Dryn'myr and the leader guard. They seem to be extremely more professional and well kept. They are watching cautiously, but are not worried either, at least visibly.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr follows, feeling slightly awkward by the affair, but knows it has to be done. Finds their curiosity fascinating. Studying their weapons and armor and trying to envision the processes behind making them. "Sirs...where would you propose one stay the night in Hovestad?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard keeps walking before realizing he's talking to him and turning around, "Oh! Um, well there's numerous inns in Hovestad but the most famous is the Still Wolf up near the keep. Their rates are high, so you might want to make sure you have a fair amount of coin."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr nods respectfully, but unable to hold back quenching his desire for preciseness. "What is the exact price range, sir? "Of both the Still Wolf and another inn of average quality?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 "Oh um.... let me think..." he ponders for a moment, "I spent a night there once. As I recall it was about 2 gold pieces a night. The normal inn is about 3 silver a night." He knocks on the front gate and waits for it to open, "Some time it takes a while to open."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 "Hmm," Dryn'myr calculates. In truth, he was loaded with coin. But was it wise to go to the most conspicuous inn? He was too busy thinking and missed the guard's following explanation.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard stands there and bangs on the gate again, "Open up in there! Common! I'm waiting out here!" A muffled "Yeah yeah" comes from the other side before the double doors swing open to let them in. "Right this way Mr...…" He pauses to get his name.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 "Forgive me--my name is Dryn'myr," the Viridian said quickly, catching himself. "Dryn'myr of the House of Eorym." Before coming back to focus he had decided that it would be best to stay in the better inn afterall...if he stayed he would not want to look shabby before the king... The king. "Might I ask who rules this land?" Dryn-myr asked. The possible permanency of his vows began to hit him full force. His stomach knotted.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard starts to walk forward but stops at hearing this. "You don't know who rules Hoydvann? Hm, I thought he was known outside the walls of the kingdom. The one who rules this city and this kingdom is the Great Wolf Hersker, Sverd! He will most likely want to see you. "
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 The Great Wolf...a very noble name. And that he might want to see him--that was an honor, was it not? He must be a thorough, hospitable ruler. Either that...or he was suspicious of any who might threaten his people's peace. Dryn'myr raised his head a little. "Indeed, reports of your land have reached my people in the north...though, I regret to say, the word was little. I would be honored should he wish to see me. "You speak of him with great vigor," Dryn'myr noted.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 "Why yes! He's our Hersker. He is very busy, so you might want to talk with our commander instead of him." He continues walking up the street towards what looks like a large castle. The street is long and straight with a steady incline to the castle.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn-myr stares at the castle, studying the architecture. He'd read of these human fortresses built up from the ground instead of carved into the depths of rock...He studied it, entranced. He kept walking steadily. "That is completely understandable," Dryn'myr said. "I would not wish to disturb him." Atleast...not until I have to, He thought to himself.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard smiles. "Don't worry. No one wants to disturb him. He'll make time to see you, but for now you'll have to settle with our commander. He will talk to you when we get there." The people along the street are staring at Dryn'myr. Some are just curious, and some are scared, but all can't help but stare. "Don't mind them. You don't normally get people like you here in Hovestad. The strangest thing you get is a Halfling or two."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 "That is well," Dryn'myr said, forcing a small smile. He could feel the eyes on him and it made him want to wrap his wings around himself--a childish impulse. A Halfling. He had heard of those... "A Halfling...? I heard of them, but I know little."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 "Oh you'll find them in here. Like Talon. He's in the palace. You can see him once you meet Sverd." "Don't worry. They'll warm up to you. Eventually they'll get used to you and treat you the same as everyone else. We had an animaloid come through here recently to live here and the same thing happened with her." He is continuing up the pathway closer to the castle.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr follows. His unease comes through a little as he lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh--well, then, that is just and noble. My people provide sanctuary for animaloids. I fear they do not trust humankind. Should more respond as you, perhaps they would."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 He chuckles. "Well, considering we are probably the smallest kingdom in Ashnuw, we are used to looking out for the little guy. "Animaloids generally live out near the coast of Hoydvann. The people there are way more carefree than here in Hovestad." Considering what he's seen so far, that's saying a lot.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn-myr did not voice that he knew they were indeed one of the smallest kingdoms...and that that was one of the reasons he had chosen them. They were different, very different...but if the reports of their spirit were true, and if they were indeed open to newcomers... And if the Hersker was noble... He would serve this place.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard kept walking up the street. He didn't seem to be very concerned about Dryn'myr at this point. He just kept walking and even waving at a couple people. He walks up the street to the castle and passes by a building that has a sign attached to the side that says, "The Still Wolf" it has a picture of a wolf head beneath the words. "Almost here. I got to report you to Orvan. He will talk to you and you should be allowed to do whatever you want after he's done."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 "I thank you," Dryn-myr said, admiring the tavern. It certainly wasn't grande in the sense that the halls of Canabala Cwtch were grande, but there was something about the wood that he liked. A quality. "This will do very well," he said, examining the beam structure.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard stops walking and looks back to him. He can hear song and singing coming faintly from inside. The building looks amazing. It's 4 stories tall and seems to be well kept, but inside sounds quite loud and jovial. "Sounds like a lot of fun doesn't it? They play some of the best music you'd ever hear."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn-myr's ears drew back at the noise. Though the building was tall, he had already figured out by the structure that it would be crowded on the individual floors. Especially with his wings. Very chaotic. But he had to do what he had to do. And the music was indeed not badly played...it was just very very different. "I am sure I will not regret coming here," he said, trying to find a way to respond without outright lying. "Their playing is good."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The music was very much like folk music. A fair amount of wind instruments, very bouncy, and even some fiddle mixed in. It's about as jovial as you can get. "Good to hear! Alright, just follow me up here and we will talk to Orvan…" He turns around and begins to walk up to the small castle.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr continued, listening to the cadence of the music. He had never heard jovial music before. Only perhaps in the Protectorate below the Cwtch, but even then that music was more wild than jovial. It fascinated, but also overwhelmed him.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 He can hear the music finish inside as well as most of the talking. Soon, cheering sounds from inside. The people seem to be quite happy at the music and presumed dancing.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr leaned forward a little to see the crowd.
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr followed, leaving the inn behind. He turned his gaze to the castle ahead.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard keeps walking forward and turns at the gates. He turns right of the gates and around the side. There is a single door there. "Here we are. Orvan's on the other side."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Dryn'myr straightened, staring at the door. He lifted his chin a little, readying himself.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 He smiled and turned the door handle, but stops short. "Well, one thing you need to know is that Orvan is a little serious for most people so don't expect to get a laugh out of him."
CommandoChipmunk01/17/2020 Ah, this was something Dryn'myr understood. Being a lone child in one of the lowest families of the Weyr had put him at the opposite end of many serious Patriarchs and matriarchs. "I understand, sir," Dryn'myr said, giving the guard a small smile.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/17/2020 The guard smiles and nods before opening the door and stepping inside, leading Dryn'myr to the captain of the guard, Orvan.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr strode into the chamber, his gaze fixed ahead. He crossed his hands behind his back and straightened, readying himself. If this didn't go well, he doubted he would get to see the king.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Inside was a gruff looking man. Standing in front of a soldier standing at attention. The man was fairly old but you couldn’t tell other than his only now graying hair. He was dressed in full leather armor and he seemed to take his status in pride and kept his hair, beard, and uniform in good condition. He seemed to be scolding a soldier who was slacking off. The guard stepped in and once he noticed that Orvan wasn’t really paying attention, he began to stroll up to him to get his attention.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr turned at once and bowed low. He took note of the soldier.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Orvan turned towards the guard strolling towards him and was about to scold him for interrupting before seeing Dryn’myr standing there. He stood wide-eyed for a moment before dismissing the soldier. The soldier glanced at Dryn’myr, made a double-take, and left the room. The guard led Orvan to the bowing Dryn’myr. And Orvan responded with placing a fist to his chest and returning the bow.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr was surprised a little that Orvan had bowed in return. "Sire, I am honored to come into your presence. I am called Dryn'myr of Eorym and I have come from the north to visit your fair land." He hoped he hadn't botched any manners by speaking first.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Orvan raised an eyebrow. This was quite the peculiar situation for him. He glanced at the guard who just smiled in return. “Nice to meet you Dryn’myr. I’m Orvan, captain of the guard and the advisor of the Hersker himself.” He paused, “I’m glad to see that your manners are quite good. I’m willing to help you visit our kingdom and capital, but I must ask that I know some things about you before we get ahead of ourselves. Is that ok?”
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr rose from the bow carefully. "Indeed...I understand that not many of my people have passed this way." He smiled softly. "I would be most glad of your guidance,"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He smiled, “Good. I’m sure with how you’re acting that we will get along just fine.” He waved his hand to the guard who put his fist to his chest, bowed, and took his leave. “I am very curious Dryn’myr. Where do you come from?”
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr took these words to be a good sign. He stood a little more at ease. "I am from Canubala Cwtch, the ancestral nest of the Viridian people. We have some of our people serving in Glandoria, Heunstia, Kahlderra..."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 “And now Hoydvann?” He said finishing his sentence. He still looked a bit suspicious of Dryn’myr but he was not too tense at all. He didn’t really think he meant any harm.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 "I have heard tales of your people's spirit," Dryn'myr said. "Your courage and hope. I have only just arrived, but I am hopeful that your Hersker will be willing to take me into his service as a representative of my people among yours."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He chuckled for a moment, but he soon returned to his normal attitude, “Well, that’s good to know that Hoydvann is remembered for something other than its smallness. How long do you intend to stay in Hovestad?”
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr smiled slightly at this. "Hoydvann is small," he said, for he had to be honest and accurate. "Though I find throughout history tales of great nobility in all statures." "For a week or so," he responded. "And if your Hersker will accept my pledge, then for life or as long as he sees fit."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 “Pledge?” He smirks, “That’s going to be a first for the Hersker. You’ll see him well enough. Knowing him, he will be very eager to meet you. Don’t worry. We can pay for the expenses for your stay, and then you’ll be able to meet him. “Other than just taking a visit to the Still Wolf, is there anything you would like to see? Not much happens here so I’m available to show you the city.”
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr pulled his shoulders back, cautiously warming up to Orvan. "That is--that is very generous of you, sire. Though it is not necessary, I do appreciate the gesture." He smiled. He thought for a moment. "Where do your people train for war and competition? And--do you have a library?" "If it is not too soon to be entered into your trust, I would like to learn more about your island's saga."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 “We do have a training grounds. It’s just outside the main keep. All Voldsom that protect Hoydvann train there, even the guards who stand outside the wall. They are mainly for a lookout than protecting but still..... I can show you the training area. Follow me.” He turns around and starts walking over to the door in the back of the room. The room appears to be a rec room of sorts. With several tables, tankards, and chairs scattered throughout.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 "My thanks," Dryn'myr said, already taking in all the surroundings hungrily, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Orvan glances back and smiles at his curiosity. He walks over to the door and opens it. It leads to a long, stone hallway that goes to the left and to the right.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr follows, noting the stonework and thinking it is well crafted. Simple, but good. Glances to the end of the hall. "You...advise the Hersker....for how long?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He glances back before turning right and speaking, "Aye. I advise the 'Great Wolf' Hersker. I even advised his father when he ruled. It's something I'm quite proud of." As they walk down the hall, guards stand there and salute him as they walk by. They don't stare at Dryn'myr as they pass by, in fact, these Voldsom seem very professional and disciplined compared to the lookouts at the gate.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr notices this as well, counting it as quality. Can tell this man does good work when it comes to disciplining his soldiers. "An honor to be proud of indeed!" Dryn'myr said, sounding genuine. "The Great Wolf--what are his qualities as a ruler? What would you say is his greatest strengths, his greatest accomplishments during his rule? Is he like his father?" Realizes that was a lot of questions. Clears throat quickly.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He smiles, "You're quite eager about this aren't you?" He continues walking, "The Great Wolf is like any other Hersker. He's strong, honorable, inspiring, and he's always willing to die for his people. Great accomplishments? Well, a while ago we had rumor of some rogue plague doctor running around the towns along the coast. He managed to deal with the diseases he spread." He walked past several different rooms. Some were rooms filled with beds. One seemed something of a cafeteria. He stopped walking and paused a moment. "His father?" "Well, his father was very commanding, stern, a real leader." He stares off as if remembering things. "A good friend. The Great Wolf is...different than his father, but he is definitely more attached to his people than his father." "Both were great men, but the Great Wolf is very different from his father." "Either way I am quite glad to be his advisor and I wouldn't change anything about him," if any of his previous statements sounded unsure, this was very confidently said.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr thanked Elyon for his good fortune...this was a fine report indeed. "I can see that and hear that in your words, sire," Dryn'myr said, still smiling softly.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He nods and keeps walking. "I'm sure you'll get along well with him. Almost everyone does. All except those from Darasuum. He will see you when he can" He walk out to the end of the hallway where a door is placed. "Training grounds are right through here..."
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 "I also am no friend to Darssuum." Dryn'myr affirmed. "I thank you, your words give me hope." He kept his eyes on the door, curious,
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 He nods and opens the door. On the other side stands several men who are currently fighting each other. Each one is in pairs. They are fighting each other, and trying to hone in their skills. As soon as the person who is supervising the group sees Orvan he calls out, "KAPTEIN!" All the men stop in unison and turn towards Orvan and salute by placing a fist over their chest. He repeats the gesture and says, "hilve." All the men break the salute and continue fighting. "The training grounds. All of our Voldsom train here. At the current moment, they are sparring to train their one on one fighting abilities."
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr watches closely, impressed with their discipline and respect. He crosses his arms behind his back and straightens. He studied the architecture of the space, noting the height of the ceiling. He nodded in fascination/approval. "It is very well." Still, very different, but they were a different race...they had different needs for their training.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Several of the soldiers disarm their sparring mates. The room is very large with a wooden floor. There's basically no objects in the room other than a couple wooden chairs that are occupied some supervisors. "Would you like a demonstration of our men's fighting capabilities?" "They have trained for a while now for a demonstration. We can show it if you wish..."
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 "Certainly, I would like that very much." Dryn'myr pulled out his spectacles and began polishing them.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 "Voldsom! Show of strength!" The men immediately stop their sparring and form a very straight line. All the Voldsom soldiers hold a sword in their right hand and a shield in their left. The center soldier shouts as all of the men take an offensive stance. Each man shouts as they make broad swings with their swords in unison. They all move at the same time. They really accentuate their unity in their movements and their joint movements. Eventually, the soldiers move onto things like moving in pairs and fighting in turns. The demonstration ends with each man holding his sword in front of his face. They all seem very disciplined and controlled.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr smiles, knowing that his own teachers would be pleased. He looks carefully for any weakness, any faltering.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 All the men are really unified and disciplined, but there is a very strong sense of brotherhood in the group. This helps in the sense that they all work together. Although, this brotherhood seems to leak into their performance and make it seem a tad less professional to someone paying close attention.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr notices this but quickly get that it's the heart behind it. Decides he values that more. He's seen too many cold and arrogant unities. Smiles. "Much heart!" He exclaims. "I am sure they would face a foe gladly."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Orvan smiles. He's proud that they put on a good show. "Hilve!" he calls again. All the men disperse and start to talk amongst themselves. "I'm glad that they put on a good show." "You said that you wanted to see the library?"
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr nods a bow. "Yes, sire... though I know a people's past is intimate..." His eyes glinted with excitement nonetheless as he put away his spectacles, "I would not impose if the library is not public."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 “It’s not public, but hardly anyone ventures in there anymore. The old record keeper is retired and no one is free enough, so you won’t be imposing. Over here...” He begins to walk over to a back door in the room. The Voldsom have completely dropped most of the rough and tumble appearances and are now talking and laughing amongst themselves. It seems that they’re disciplined but have a strong brotherhood between them.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr takes note as he follows. He strangely feels a little saddened to leave them behind, even for a library.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 Orvan opens the door that leads back outside. It’s on the east side of the castle. He strolls out of the room, takes in a breath of fresh air and turns to Dryn’myr. “The library is actually a separate building from the rest of the castle so we will have to walk a bit to get there.”
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 "Gladly" Dryn'myr is also enjoying the air. He deepens his stride. "May I ask...have any of my kind passed your way? I know we are few. And the townspeople, though friendly, we're surprised to see me."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/19/2020 “Well...” Orvan rubs the back of his neck, “as far as I remember, no. We are very accepting of all people, but we’ve never experienced one of your kind before.” “If there’s any one or anything that could give you an answer, it’s the archives.” “We keep records of any out of the ordinary thing that happens to Hoydvann or her people. You will most likely be included in the records.” He adds with a smile.
CommandoChipmunk01/19/2020 Dryn'myr is very impressed with Orvan's calmness and acceptance under these circumstances. He couldn't resist a soft chuckle at the thought of being added to the records. <X) "Then...allow me to explain that I am essentially dragon." "Our people are known for their scales, their flight, their fire, and this can intimidate some. Though the record of those of us who serve the kingdoms of Ashnuw, if I may be so bold, is one of nobility and loyalty. We live for many years and we count it of utmost importance to ally and support the leaders of our world." "You said earlier that I was eager to meet the Great Wolf, and indeed I am. I have yearned for the honor of joining my brethren and finding my place in a worthy kingdom all my life."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 “Well, with wording like that, you’ll be sure to get his attention. I must say that if everyone of your people acts the same way as you, I’m sure they are a very admirable and trustworthy people. I greatly appreciate your interest in our kingdom and I’m sure you will have no problems finding people who would be glad to show you around and get to know you better!” He chuckles, “Well, there are some people in this city that are oblivious enough to not notice anything different! You’ll get a few stares as you start, but after a while, you’ll get used to it and the people will get used to you.”
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 A small smile forms behind his beard, before he turns around and begins walking down the street again. He’s definitely warmed up to Dryn’myr now, and expects no foul play with him.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr straightened at these words, excited. He had not received many compliments in his life from his superiors. "I...I thank you, sire," he smiled, sensing Orvan's acceptance. A strange sense of release filled him. He would like this place very much indeed.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 Orvan walks down the street that borders the outer wall of the castle before arriving at a tall building on the edge of the street. It’s of similar craft to the other buildings, but it shows a bit more age and doesn’t look as well polished as some of the others. “Here we are...” he looks at the building, “I apologize for the appearance of our library. It’s been a bit neglected as of late, but the inside is just as good as it ever was.”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr noticed and felt a twinge of sadness for the building. Maybe they would let him fix it up in his free time. But it didn't matter too much. So long as the inside was full.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 “Right this way...” he opens the door and walks inside. Inside is actually pretty well lit. It doesn’t seem too dusty or beaten down. There sits one guard that’s reclined in a chair, feet propped up on the table, and reading a book. When he sees Orvan walk in he stands up and salutes with a fist over his chest. “Kaptein!” he says, and Orvan returns the salute and says, “hilve.” The man sits back down and continues his book. Orvan looks around the room. Even though the building looks to be about 3 stories high, it’s actually only one room. All four walls have 4 levels to them with wooden walkways and bookshelves covering each wall. Each level of walkway is accessed by a ladder. The bottom floor has bookshelves all throughout the floor as well as the walls.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr smiles. His eyes glow a little in fascination. He touches one of the bookcases as he passes, scanning the contents. His smile grows wider. "I have never read these." He turned back around, remembering himself. "You have a fine collection, sire."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 He smiles with his hands behind his back. “Why thank you. It’s definitely not as big as some kingdoms’ records, but we think we’ve kept a good record of the kingdom’s history. Most of this is all historical, except for those of the top level. Those are all fiction. They make things seem way more unbelievable than they actually were.” He chuckles, “Some even go so far to say that some Herskers were perfect beings. Don’t believe a word of ones that go to that length. All rulers make mistakes. Most of the fiction is in good jest such as tales about the mysterious shade known only as Cicero, but some disguise themselves as history.” “You may stay in here for as long as you like. Not many come in here so you’ll have lots of peace.”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr was already fascinated. "R-really?" he stuttered. "A shade, Cicero--what exactly do you mean by that?" His eyes glinted. "Indeed fiction is very enlightening to the heart of a kingdom."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 “Cicero was originally spoken to be some mysterious man to help Doraleous find the Farlig, but the tales speak of his erratic movements and metal arm. To be honest, I think it was some poor fellow that lost his mind in the cold that winter. From then on out, several stories started popping up after the first one, and they began to get more and more unbelievable.” “Eventually, most tales involving him are regarded as fiction, except of course the original connection with Doraleous. That is still generally regarded to at least be a little true.”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 "That Farlig--I have heard of the Farlig--" Dryn'myr said, leaning forward a little. "A--and this Cicero is connected to him and Doreleous? What is Doraleous? A metal arm, very fascinating, I suppose such a thing is possible..."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 He chuckled, “Well, you’ll find everything you need to know here, but to answer some of those questions...” he started numbering things off on his fingers, “The Farlig was the real creature that plagued this island when the first settlers came. Doraleous was the hero that killed the beast and started relations with Darasuum before the Darasuum war started, after which we left relations with Darasuum. And the metal arm is still up for debate.” “Feel free to read what you want here.”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr listens closely. "I will--yes, the war with Darasuum, I would like to know more about that." He begin to pull a few books off the shelves. "I will gladly do that--is there any other domain you believe I should see?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 Orvan shakes his head solemnly, “You can find records of our relations with Darasuum.... one of the darkest times in our history.” He stands there as though he is lost in thought, “As far as what else to read we have almost anything in here. In history, you can read of the Hersker War, and the reign of The Tyrannical Hersker, Niske. But other than that, we have a very wide selection! From autobiography to poems by Mirakel Lyd. Feel free to read whatever you want.”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 "I fear I our libraries at the Weyr do not possess much of your literature...this saddens me..." Dryn"myr said. "Should The Great Wolf allow it, I would love to transcribe the finest so we have a greater understanding of your land." He was already flipping through the book. "I see I will be able to spend many hours here indeed this week. Though I--" He hesitated. Then smiled to himself in slight embarassment. "Th-though I have a tendency to spend too much time with books. I will take walks often as well. The trees outside your walls are most impressive...is it safe to walk the roads outside Hovestad?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 He leans against the door post. “Aye, you’re fine to roam the streets as you see fit. If anyone gives you trouble, talk to a guard. If they give you trouble, tell me. I won’t give you any trouble. All of these books are fine to transcribe and take notes on. The only ones you can’t do are in the Castle itself. Feel free to stay here as long as you want. Oh and don’t worry about any fees at the Still Wolf. Just tell them that Orvan sent you and they’ll give you a free room.” “Anything else you need?”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr bowed, shaking his head in disbelief at his blessing. "It--it is more than enough, sire. Thank you for your time and for your friendship." He lifted his gaze, smiling softly.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 He returns a bow with the same salute as before, with his hand over his chest. “It was a pleasure Dryn’myr. I hope you find your time here satisfactory.” He turns and begins to take his leave.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 He turns back to the book at once and with a quick flap, mounts one of the ladders. He begins to read....
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 Orvan walks out of the door and closes it behind him.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 Hours pass and the guard who was reading is now reclining in his chair with the book on his face. He’s beginning to snore softly to himself.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr finally puts down his fifth book and sits happily for a moment. Stares at the guard and dark. Smells the wood and books. Breathes deeply. Takes off his spectacles, thinking.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 The guard reclining in the chair begins to lean back too far and falls to the ground. He jolts up and looks frantically around the room. He notices Dryn’myr and rubs his eyes in confusion, until he realizes that Dryn’myr was always in here and slumps on the counter in exhaustion.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr looks up, having been completely oblivious for a very long time. He gets up. "Forgive me, are you waiting for me to depart before you are free to leave your post?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 He looks up and stands straight. “N-no sir. I’m actually supposed to just stay here until it’s dark....” He leans over and opens the door a crack, “It’s dark.......” “Maybe I should finish up my shift....”
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr purr-chuckles softly. He gets up and puts the books back. "Dark already? I hope there's any room left at the inn then. Have a good night, young human."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 “Oh um. Goodnight.” Realizing that it’s rude to call someone old “.... young dragon.” He moves around the building, putting out torches.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr walked out of the library. He stared up at the stars and stood there for a moment, listening to the night sounds of Hoydvann and smelling the air.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 The air is still. The night air is fresh. Even though the city of Hovestad is bustling and crowded in the morning, at night, it is quite quiet and peaceful. Most of the stars are visible, obstructed only by the clouds that slowly drift by.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 He walked through the streets, feeling strangely invigorated and not the least bit homesick. He was a little nervous about the inn--there were alot of people, strangers--there. But maybe most of them would be asleep already.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 At the inn, there was no sound from listening in from the outside. Perhaps it was late enough that people are asleep already. Either way, the inn was quite quiet this time of night.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr saw this as he approached and felt a little more at ease. He felt more confident in general thanks to his encounter with Orvan. He stepped inside and went to the registration desk.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 Inside the inn, it was actually really quiet. There were a few tables that had some friends gathered around them. There was some general chatter until Dryn’myr came in. Talking stopped for a moment, but actually resumed again. No one really payed him much mind and returned to their drinks and talking. Behind the counter stood a woman that was washing the counter with a rag.
CommandoChipmunk01/20/2020 Dryn'myr cleared his throat not wanting to startle her. He had heard that human women could be skittish. "Excuse me..."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/20/2020 She looks up with a smile on her face before she notices who he is. She jumps a bit but isn’t scared or anything, “Oh! You must be the new person in town that we’re hearing so much about! Anything you need? A room perhaps? I’m sure someone like you needs a place to sleep for the night.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr couldn't resist a small smile at that--word of his presence was travelling fast, very fast. "That would be most helpful. Thank you. Captain of the Guard, Orvan told me to tell you he sent me."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh Orvan sent you? Why, that’s quite the honor!” She laughed as she turned around and scanned the shelf behind her. She plucked a key off of the shelf and held it out in front of her. “You’ll be on the top floor. Just walk up the stairs and it’ll be the last door on the left. A nice room that one is.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 He took the key. "Thank you, my lady." He nodded a bow, then started up the stairs. For a moment he wondered if he should eat something, but decided against it. He would eat in the morning. He followed her directions til he came to the room.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 The key unlocked the room door. The bedroom was very spacious, and a bit uncharacteristic of a regular inn. There was a desk with an oil lamp, a large double-sized bed with two side tables, a small chest and dresser to fill clothes and valuables with, and even a bookshelf with several books placed on it and a couple shelves free for guests’ books. The entire room was made of wood, had a rug laid on the floor, and had a window and a door placed on the far wall.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Though it was different, Dryn'myr liked it. It felt very warm and inviting. And the colors of the wood that that'd been exposed to all day were growing on him. He paused for a bit, trying to determine the best place to sleep....for Viridian body temperatures drop to almost nothing in sleep. He was used to sleeping in heaps of embers on heated stone back at the Weyr. He decided that he would try the bed and just see what happened. Worst case scenario, he would wake up and just wait an hour or so til his body warmed up again before getting out of bed. He locked the door behind him, put aside his gear and robe, and carefully rolled in. He blinked, surprised at how the mattress gave way. It was like sleeping in a hole. Or a nest. He turned several times and finally decided curling up was probably the safest course of action... even when he did stop figetting, he found himself thinking over the stories of the Farlig. Needless to say...he did not sleep very well that night. XD Despite the warm blankets, warm room and overall warmth, Dryn'myr awoke cold. His chest felt like stone. He blinked slowly as he felt his inner fire reigniting. It took an hour or so, but slowly he was able to get up and get dressed. He wondered if he should leave his weapons behind, but thought he better take them just in case. He wanted to go back to the library at once, but knew he should make an effort to meet more people. So he made his way out of the room and down the stairs.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 On the way down the stairs, he could see a guard on the bottom floor, yawning loudly as he wiped away the sleepiness from his eyes. It was the same guard that led Dryn’myr to Orvan and he seemed as though he had just woke up. He noticed him walking down the stairs and waved enthusiastically at him. “Mornin’ mister!”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr bowed his head. "Good morning, sir....I do not believe I caught your name yesterday."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh my name? The name’s Bill Kelig! Friends call me Billy!” He paused for a moment before remembering something, “Oh I forgot! Orvan sent me to escort you around the city as you see fit. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you or anything, but it’s more of a formality.” “If there’s anything you’d like to see, I’d be glad to lead ya there.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr nodded again. "Bill-ee. Well met, once again." He glanced up. "I would indeed appreciate that." A familiar face was better than an unfamiliar one. "I do not really know where to go first...I would like to go back to the library eventually, but I believe I should look around more first...what are some other places in your city?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Well, there isn’t any groundbreaking areas in Hovestad, but the interesting ones are the market, the two walls, and um...” He was clearly trying to find something to show to a new traveler, “Oh! I know. The fair should be starting up today! It lasts for a week every two months.” “The fair is a great place to see a good Hoydvinian show! Lots of people, singing, and laughing.” He seemed excited to talk about the fair, like he doesn’t normally get to go in his day to day routine.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr sensed his excitement and his nervousness doubled. Lots of people, singing and laughing indeed. "That...that sounds like a very important part of Hoydvinian culture," Dryn'myr said in deep though. "I--I should most definitely see it."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh great! You’ll love it! Everyone in the city does!” He walks over to the door that leads to the main area/dining room. “If you ever get tired of it all, I can run you back to the library.” He turns the door handle and opens up the door, gesturing with his hand to allow Dryn’myr to go first.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr stepped through, noting the gesture. "Thank you very much. I am sure it will be fine." Perhaps they would have interesting foods there... He remembered that he hadn't eaten in awhile.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 The main room was noticeably more active than last night. Almost all the tables were filled with people eating, drinking, and talking. Although, there were some tables that were still open. Surprisingly, not many people stared at Dryn’myr. Most people glanced up and took note before returning to their drinks and conversations. Only some people actively stared, but it was more of a curious stare than a frightened stare. “We can either get something here or we can just go straight to the fair. I don’t really care what we do. I’m trying to loose a few pounds anyways.” He chuckled and patted his stomach in a joking manner.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr was not sure. He could not be indecisive, his Yldr had warned him of that. "We can eat there," he said. He glanced around the room briefly, exchanging glances with a couple of curious watchers.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Sure thing!” He strolled over to one of the tables on the side wall and sat down next to it. “Listen, don’t feel like you got to eat anything you don’t want to. Someone will be here to eat it up eventually. There’s just about anything you can want to eat here, so don’t be afraid to ask if they have anything you want in particular.”
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 He waved to the woman behind the counter, who was bustling about with filling up mugs and taking plates full of hot food out from the back room, and she nodded to him. She continued running around and working as hard as she could. “She’ll be with us in a minute,” he said as he reclined back in his chair slightly.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr realized the guard had misheard him, but he didn't mind. Honestly, he had preferred to stay at the Inn a little longer. He watched the guard lean back in his chair, amused, and sat down, carefully letting his long serpentine tail curl around the back of the chair and his wings drape over the seat. "What do you usually eat here?" he asked.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh me? Well, I usually like to just have a normal breakfast of eggs and some smoked sausage with some milk, but occasionally I’ll mix it up a bit. What do you usually eat where you come from?”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 He hmmed in his chest. That did sounds nice. Though he had never had sausage before. "Canabula Cwtch lies near the northern sea...many enjoy deep sea fishing. I not so much. But just about any kind of fish or egg is our favorite." "We have many different types of spiced wines and such...and other delicacies such as poison ivy, stinging nettles, caviar, electric eel." "It is hard to get milk. That sounds very nice. I will probably ask for that." He looked pleased. "Do you always have milk readily? I heard most kingdoms do. And do you truly eat bread?" "Bread does not set well with our stomachs, but I am curious."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 He scratched the back of his head. “Well, that’s a lot to answer, but I’d be happy to answer your questions. Most of the food we eat in Hovestad is things like beef, pork, and chicken. Most towns on the outskirts of the kingdoms mainly eat fish. Milk is just drunk around the kingdom in general. Most families have a fair amount of milk to drink. And bread? Um. We eat bread when we get it. It’s not as common as other kingdoms, but it usually goes along with stews or soups.” “If you have any questions about the kingdom, I’d be happy to oblige! I know about all there is to-“ The woman that was bustling about comes over to the table. “Morning Bill,” she turned to Dryn’myr and bowed slightly, “Good morning sir. Is there anything I can get for you both this morning?” “Oh mornin. I’ll just get the usual. For my friend here, I don’t really know.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr listened closely to Bill-ee, fascinated. Beef, pork, chicken...he had heard that they had farms where they raised their meat. He would have to try the bread. "Good morning, my lady," he said and leaned against the table a little. "I will take some milk and bread and--do you have cheese?" If he remembered correctly, cheese was made from milk.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 She smiled and glanced over at Bill. He shrugged and she just smiled back at Dryn’myr and said, “Yes sir. We have some cheese in stock. I’ll get your meals out to you shortly.” She walked off into the back room to give the orders to the cooks. Bill sat there and looked at Dryn’myr. “Old Orvan wasn’t too rough on ya was he? He’s usually very strict on us in training, but he’s a nice fellow once you know him well enough.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 "H-he was very kind," Dryn'myr said, smiling. "Made me feel very welcome and told me more about your Great Wolf, Hersker Sverd...he showed me the training grounds as well and I can see he fosters much heart in his warriors." "Do you need to fight often?" Dryn'myr stopped smiling. The thought of anyone hurting these people made him already feel protective. They were so happy. "Or is it only a precation?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “That’s good to know. Sometimes he’s a bit rough around us Voldsom, but he’s a good man and a good leader.” He noticed Dryn’myr’s question, “Well, to be honest, not many of us have seen battle yet. We aren’t normally the top priority of any invading kingdoms, but we are here to protect our home when we need to. We only fight when necessary, and when we need to fight, we will be ready.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 "I hope that will always remain the case," Dryn'myr said. Though he knew inside it would not and it saddened him. History always cycled back to war eventually, no matter what the size of the kingdom. It was the way of dark souls. If he was accepted for more than one Hersker's reign, he would surely see it himself. "I studied your history with the Farlig and Darasuum," he added.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh, studying up are you?” He smiles, “Well, Hoydvann is constantly accused of making up the Farlig, but believe me when I say that it’s an actual beast. We have a couple guards stationed at it’s tomb as we speak, and Darasuum..... that’s a touchy subject. Not many people like talking about that, not even those from Darasuum I hear.” He brushes off the situation and continues, “Well, I can talk about Darasuum if you wish. I might just want to keep my voice down a bit some people get quite angry about the whole topic.” He was about to continue speaking when a voice called from across the room, “Hey Bill!” A bright-red-haired woman jumps up from her seat, makes her way across the room and pulls up a chair to the table. “It’s been a while!” She looks at Dryn’myr with a slight puzzled look in her eye. “Who’s your friend here?”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr opened his mouth to reply when Bill's friend showed up. He could not help but admire her red hair. He bowed to her at once, smiling.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Oh, um... Dryn’myr. This is Vennie, an old friend from my teenage years. Vennie, this is Dryn’myr, a new visitor to Hovestad!” She smiles as she leans all the way over the table to give Dryn’myr a handshake.
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr's hands are very warm and leathery. "Greetings, lady Vennie." He rose to his feet as he shook. "I am here visiting your island for a week or so." "Bill-ee is kindly enlightening me to your city."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 She stood up with him, a bright smile on her face the entire time. “Nice to meet you sir! Any friend of Bill’s is a friend of mine!” She never broke eye contact, her smile, or her very bright-beaming face. She let go of the shake and sat back down. “So what are you doing here, Bill-ee? Got fired from guard duty?” she said as she gave a mock-punch to his shoulder. “No actually,” he said, “I’m escorting my friend here around Hovestad. He’s a traveler and I thought I’d show him the sights before going to see the Great Wolf.” She smiled and asked, “The Great Wolf huh?” She turned to Dryn’myr, “So how’s your stay been here in Hovestad?”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr sat straighter. "It has been very good...your people are kind, trusting, open. And very happy. It is encouraging. The Captain of the Guard was very reasonable. I have heard tales of my people being nearly killed when arriving in a new kingdom for the first time, so I did not know what to expect." "Hovestad appears most accepting." "You speak of the Great Wolf...have either of you two seen him?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Well, Hoydvann’s about the most accepting kingdom you could go to. You’re not in any danger here! The most danger you’ll face here is someone trying to steal your pie in the window.” Bill starts to speak up at the mention of the Great Wolf, but is cut off by Vennie, “I’ve only seen him when he comes out to the public. Billy on the other hand has had the privilege of being inside the castle and standing guard while he talks.” Bill rubs the back of his neck, “Heheh. Yeah I’ve seen him up close. Just as honorable and strong as he is in public.” He looks at Dry’myr, “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to see him soon.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 Dryn'myr waved a hand. "Th-there is no rush...there is still so much to see. But I am curious." He nodded at them. "What do you do for pasttimes?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “Well, Billy here is mostly occupied with guarding things. But me?” She smiles, “I’m the daughter of the owner of this fine establishment. That’s my mother over there.” She points over to the woman that’s now carrying plates to a nearby table. “I spend most of my time actually out of the city. I like to explore the woods, I spend most of my time inside either helping out my mother around the inn, at the market, or just relaxing out on the Great Field.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 "The Great Field?" Dryn'myr asked. "What is that?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 “The Great Field’s the plains that surround Hoydvann. They’re very relaxing to sit around in and feel the breeze. Especially when the flowers bloom in the summer.”
CommandoChipmunk01/21/2020 "I see," Dryn'myr said, his eyes warm. Without thinking, he ran his hand along the grains in the wood table. "And music...I heard some of it yesterday I believe?"
Sgt.SoftFace1501/21/2020 "Oh yes, we have a group of men that stop by here and play music. Lots of singing and dancing. You probably heard all of that yesterday."
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr nodded. "I did. A little as we passed." He watched the two of them. He could not help but ask. "This is a change in topic, but...b-but I have never met humans before really...D-do you...know what you will become when you are born? Your purpose, that is."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 Bill glanced at Vennie. She scratched her head nervously and answered, “Well, humans.... we don’t really know what we are going to do with our lives until we grow old enough to appreciate them. Like me, as a kid, I didn’t know what I was going to do with my life, but once I grew older, I realized I wanted to be an explorer. I want to make maps, chart new lands, study different kingdoms and terrain. We never know what we are going to do until we figure out what we want in life.” Bill spoke up, “Yeah, I always wanted to be a blacksmith, but once I learned that there’s people out there that need help and protecting, I dedicated myself to the life of a Voldsom, and that’s where I am today. I assume things are a bit different where you come from?”
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 "No..." Dryn'myr said. "It is much the same. Only we live very long compared to human's lifespan...our sires work hard to guide us to noble purposes so that we do not follow down ways against Elyon. But both of the ways you mentioned are very noble. I am glad humans pursue them as well." Also slightly fascinated by how unpressured they seem by it. "You have not been exploring yet?" He asked Vennie.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 “Well...” she looked down, “I’ve only explored Hoydvann. I’m not going to leave until my mother has enough help with the inn. I wouldn’t want her to be left alone with the cooks to fend for herself. Once she hires some help, I’ll leave and chart maps and discover new places I assure you.” The woman dropped by the table and gave the two plates to Dryn’myr and Bill. One had eggs and sausage with milk and the other one had bread, cheese, and milk. She waved briefly at Vennie, but rushed off to pick up more food and take orders.
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr smelled the food and made a happy purring sound. <:] "It smells good." "I hope you can do that someday," He said to Vennie. "It is good of you to stay with mother."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 She smiled, “Me too. I hope we both can be happy with what we do.” Bill spoke up, “Oh Vennie. Dryn’myr and I are headed to the festival this morning. We would be glad to see you there!” She laughed a bit before saying, “Sure thing Bill-ee. I’ll see you two there! Mr. Dryn’myr, it was a pleasure!” She stood up and offered her hand to him for another hand shake.
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr shook it again, smiling at her. "A pleasure indeed, my lady. Thank you." He decided he liked her very much. He paused, murmured a phrase under his breath in a foreign language, then slowly began to eat the bread. He chewed carefully, thinking hard about it.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 Bill sat down and heartily ate his food. He was quite happy with how the day was going and was even happier about his food.
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr let out another happy thrum sound and ate some more. He ate very slowly, almost reverently. Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 Once they finished their breakfast, Bill led Dryn’myr out of the inn, down the street and around the corner. After only a few minutes of walking, they could both hear many people singing, talking, and laughing, as well as some music in the background. “Sounds like they’re in full swing already! It’s just around the corner here....”
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr already felt less skittish than he would have yesterday. It helped knowing that most of the people knew about his presence already. It was still very loud though. He followed Bill-ee around the corner.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/22/2020 Bill walked around the corner and into a wide plaza. The entire area was covered in small booths that housed food, small games, and shows. In the center of the plaza was one large wooden platform that had several tables set on it and a large banner that hung from two buildings that said “Gledelig Messe.” People sat and ate, walked around the fair, bought food and trinkets, sold items. It was quite the lively affair.
CommandoChipmunk01/22/2020 Dryn'myr found himself enjoying it more than he thought he would. He took a deep breath and smiled, nodding at any who stared.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill led Dryn’myr around the fairgrounds, through various booths, and to various shows and events. Some things were very obvious in their time at the fairgrounds. Everyone knew almost everyone else. There were people waving to each other, catching up with people they supposedly haven’t seen in months, and even going out for drinks. Vennie caught up with Bill and Dryn’myr, and wandered around the fair for most of the day with them. There would be a lot of eating food there, from pastries from Vachelous to Sausages from Heuntsia to fish caught right here in the kingdom. There would be shows that would range from dramatic/historic re-enactments to talent and magic shows. As far as reaction to Dryn’myr, there would be a bit of a bustle at first, but more of an enamored kind of attention. People would flock over to Dryn’myr to talk to him and to make his acquaintance, and children especially would be very interested in him and his dragon-like appearance, running around him and having fun just watching him do average day things. Finally, the day would end off with the wooden platform being cleared of all the tables and chairs and a group of 5 men would stand on one end of the platform to sing and play music. There would be a lot of singing, dancing, and cheering that would last well on into the night. Given the chance, Vennie would most certainly offer both Dryn’myr and Bill to dance. Bill would take the offer and dance at least once or twice, and the rest would be up to Dryn’myr’s choice. Once it had been dark for a while, Bill would be very spent of energy, Vennie would have gone home, and the dancing would continue, but all in all, most people would be headed home for the day.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr was overwhelmed at first, but soon he got used to all the attention and bashfully even enjoyed it a little. Afterall, humans are very adorable to Viridians, especially little human children. He would have been very scrupulous when it came to the shows, treating them with utmost respect and seriousness. He would have as kindly as possible declined Vennie's offer to dance, even though he felt a little badly doing so and just enjoyed watching the dancing, so different from his own. In his own reserved way, he found he loved these people and enjoyed their laid back and happy manner. It was a stance he had rarely seen portrayed before, and even though he knew he would never fully be like them in that way, he appreciated it in them.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 After the night was over, Bill would be leaning on a table, trying to regain his breath from the last dance. He looked at Dryn’myr and asked, “This isn’t quite what you usually do is it? We can go back to the Still Wolf if you wanted, or perhaps at the library? Orvan told me you were quite interested in the books there.” He chuckles to himself, “Well, I was supposed to follow you around, but I suppose my eagerness for food and dance really got to me!” He laughs
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr laughed, looking up at the sky. "No thank you, Bill-ee, I am content here until you are ready. As long as you and Lady Vennie have the energy, please continue." He smiled. He was getting rather extraverted out, especially whenever a new onlooker came to talk with him. But for the most part he was just watching and relaxing now.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill chuckled, “Well, Vennie went back to the inn herself, and I’m quite tired myself, so I’m good with whatever you had in mind...” he pauses before asking, “Do people have festivals and singing where you come from? If so, are they nearly as jovial as Hoydvann’s?”
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr closed his eyes. He shook his head. "N-no...they are not as jovial as Hoydvann's." He tried to imagine his Yldr dancing with as much enthusiasm as the humans had and could not. "Then, we should retire to bed." He nodded to Bill-ee. "I thank you for your service and your companionship."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 He smiled, “Don’t worry about it! You’re quite a nice fellow. I could see Vennie had a fun time talking to you.” He stood up and walked a bit away from the table, “Here, I’ll lead you back to the inn and we’ll catch some shut eye.”
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr nodded as he rose to his feet. "Likewise, Bill-ee, you and your people have a noble heart." He followed him back to the inn, blowing a playful little fire whiff at once last child who was looking at him.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 “Most of us do! Some are a bit stubborn and some are a bit too emotional for their own good, but we try our best.” He started to walk down the street towards the inn. The little boy jumped back in surprise, but laughed amusedly and ran off to his mother, still laughing.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr followed, smiling to himself, Bill-ee's words lingering in his mind.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 They walked back to the Still Wolf and Bill paused bit outside the front door. “That’s odd...” he listened, “Normally there’s a lot of singing this hour of the night.” He opens the door and wanders in ahead of Dryn’myr.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr's eyes brighten. He hurries after him, moving a hand to his staff, still folded up.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Inside, Bill pauses, there were about 20 to 25 men sitting at the tables, heads down and silent. He looked around puzzled when the men begin to hum slightly, still sitting with their heads down.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr paused, listening to the humming. Eyes flash in concern.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 The humming slowly turns into a recognizable tune. It’s slow, deep, and solemn. Bill’s stance at once relaxes. He nods to Dryn’myr, walks down to a nearby table, and joins the humming of the tune.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr can see that everything is fine. He pauses, listening. At last...this was something he understood. He watched, tired, but fascinated.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 The humming continues before dying down briefly. One man amongst the group stood up, his face was scarred from battle and his stance was strong. His chest was puffed out and his head was held high. He stood there for only a moment before beginning to sing. He sang while the rest of the men hummed along. Women stood at tables off to the side and listened. His song spoke of a lament for those who have died defending the kingdom and the honor they had in their life and their death. After a while, the entire room began to sing along with him. The song spoke of kings who had died with their swords in their arms and of soldiers who fought to the very end. It all ended with talk of the age to come where no wars will be waged, and all who were lost will be reunited with those who live on. The men slowly concluded their song and the leader sat back down. No one applauded or cheered, and conversation continued among the men and women in the inn.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr listened, enraptured. He was determined to remember these stories. The solemnity and hope soothed him. He did not smile, but sat with his eyes closed.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill stood up, walked to Dryn’myr, and sat down next to him. He sighed a bit and looked over to Dryn’myr.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr kept his eyes closed but he could sense the human's presence. "Someday...all that is parted will be brought together...all who are separated will be united," he murmured. Then he uttered something in his own tongue.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill sat there, with a glazed look in his eyes. He spoke up, “I apologize. That’s a song I haven’t sung in a while. It seems like the men wanted to end on a solemn note tonight.” He nods slowly, thinking to himself.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 "It is a good song," Dryn'myr said. "Do not apologize. I am glad your joy is balanced with times of reflection. For life is both sorrow and happiness."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 He smiled, "Aye. That's a song that's sung to remind us that we fight a good fight, and not to be discouraged when things look tough." He nodded slowly, "A good song..."
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr closed his eyes again, feeling the warmth of the fire.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 The fire crackled and burned bright and warm. Slowly, the room began to clear out and eventually, only Bill and Dryn'myr remained.
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr was almost dozing, listening to the silence. His wings were stretched out, warming by the fire. He smiled gently. It had been a good day. He would definitely do some writing and training and reading the next day then. He had to keep up with his skill. He could not appear weak before the Great Wolf. Yldr would chide him for going so long without attending to his weapon.
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill sat there next to the fire, and saw Dryn'myr dozing off slightly. "You going to sleep by the fire tonight?"
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr secretly wished he could, but knew that was not an option. He sighed, opening his eyes. "No...I shall retire." He stood up and bowed to him. "Goodnight, sir Bill-ee."
Sgt.SoftFace1501/23/2020 Bill stood up and bowed back. "Goodnight Dryn'myr. It has been my pleasure to escort you this day."
CommandoChipmunk01/23/2020 Dryn'myr glanced over his shoulder and smiled back. He climbed the stairs slowly to his room.
To be continued
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