RP:An Idea For Adventure

Part of the Souls Out of Time Arc

Summary: Eirik visits Raphaline at the fort in Frostmaw. What ensues is a discussion and invitation to exploration. Eirik being an outsider to these lands has grown rather curious about landscapes and countries unknown to him.

Frostmaw Fort

The entrance room of the fort is massive in size, with flooring of stone and walls of gargantuan logs linked together snugly. Upon the wooden walls lay various trophies obtained by the generations of Jarls to have ruled over Frostmaw. A wide variety of creatures' heads are mounted, from dragons to mammoths, even giants and a few humans, in clear display of Frostmaw's victories big and small. Among these trophies rests a tapestry of masterful craftsmanship that draws the eye of most visitors. The woven image depicts a small, vulpine fiqure atop of the Gray Dragon, Ishataulak, a blade poised to thrust into the dragon's eye. Around the dragon and in support of the sword-bearing figure stands a skeleton knight and a black-clad swordsman. The tapestry conveys a sense of danger and death weaved within the image, caught paused just before the final strike, showing the destruction of the murderous Grey, and imparting the despair Ishataulak felt moments before death was driven home by the Queen of Frostmaw.

Raphaline is not actually working on official business right now, instead, the bard is trying to hide away in the library. Or at least, she hopes her plan is working. None of the healers or soldiers have come looking for her, so, she is nose deep in a book, trying to discover something about the northern region of Larket. If the rumors proved to be true, and the shrine which is left untouched has anything to do with it, she wanted to be aware of it. At this point though, nothing new has been discovered, so with a sigh, sets aside her book.

Eirik looked frustrated, beyond agitated. "Look, I don't care, she said she was here." He reiterated to the guard before him. Waiving his arms outwards to suggest the fort. "Have you seen Raphaline or not?" Arms fall to his sides finally. Despite the wound he received recently, the Northman seems to be healthy. Healthily furious with the lack of information he was obtaining about the emerald eyed bard. For a moment, the guard thinks eyes shifting and scratching at his own features. "You know, now that I think about it, I believe I saw her head that direction earlier." An arm extends pointing where indicated. Finally, he was getting somewhere. Eirik was sick of bursting into rooms and making a fool of himself. "Thank you." The Lycan turns on foot and begins to march off, checking each door as he meandered. The first, ended up being a supply closet. The door shuts with a sigh. Where is she? The next happened to be some library, silver eyes peer into the room. There was someone in here, but they were buried in a book. That's probably not her. Right. Lets keep going. The door shuts, loudly as Eirik moves again to the next and as a hand reaches for the handle he stops. Wait. He turns again and heads back to the Library. Head pokes in through the doorway. "Raphaline?" He asked hesitantly.

Raphaline hears the sound of her name echoing against the walls of the library. Good gods, someone has found her! At first she thought about pretending she wasn't in here, but, as she leans back just enough to catch wind of who it is, she changes her mind. "Yes?" She answers in her melodious voice, rising from the large chair she had been occupying. "How did you find me? I've been pretty good about hiding out here all afternoon." Her gaze dances over the northman, first to his leg which had been wounded and then to each other detail, worried maybe something might be wrong. "Has something happened, or?"

Eirik steps through the door shaking his head dismissively. "No, it's nothing like that." His arrival isn't some herald of trouble. Nor is it the arrival of more work. The frustrated expression leaves as he focuses on her. This was the last place he expected to find her, but then again he knew nothing of bards. Certainly not half as much as he would like to know about her. "Actually, I came by just to see you." Feet begin to carry him towards her. "I mean you did ask me to come see you." Had she already forgotten? Left hand comes to rest on the hilt of his sword Brann Forbruker; a further sign of the man relaxing.

Raphaline is very glad to hear that there is no trouble on the winds. As for his arrival, and admittance of coming to see her especially, the bard cannot help the swift smile that crosses her lips. Rising from her seat, she makes her way over to him and closes the distance. “I am very happy to see you. I usually have to wait days to see someone, even after I’ve invited them to come and visit.” And she did not want to smother the northman, despite how much she enjoyed his company. As much is expressed by her hand reaching out to lightly brush the one resting easily on his sword. “Not the most interesting of places, but here, we won’t be disturbed.” Hopefully.

Eirik chooses to remain silent on her earlier questioning. Not wanting to reveal how adamantly he searched for her; how determined he was. Might come off a little wrong. Eirik was happy to see her too, of course, as much noted by the smile as that hand reached for his. "Since you're in hiding, I think my appearance is fated." He winks, though excited about something. "I've come to steal you." The Lycan was curious again, much like when she ran into him in Kelay. He wouldn't ask about the book she was reading. Something else was eating at his mind. "I've heard there are plains to the south. And some place called Chartsend. I've come to see if you will go with me." He pauses for a moment, knowing that the journey might indeed be long. "I have to see it for myself." Eiriks eyes light up like a child receiving a gift. He truly wondered what he might find. The inner explorer revealing itself to her. "If you still have some business to attend to I can wait a while longer."

Raphaline lofts a brow at such a statement, ‘come to steal her?’ She was curious as to what until he speaks of a place she has not been to in quite a few years. Her emerald eyes widen as she answers, “I know the place. I once, a long time ago, worked there. It has not seen much travel in quite some time, mostly due to the Venturil wildlands. There are quite a lot of dangerous creatures that have to be watched out for when crossing by land. The other way there is by boat, which is a long trip that must be taken from Cenril.” She knew of the creatures that they might see: dinosaur, minotaur and other large monstrosities. “What is your interest in it?” She asks, knowing no one has spoken of that region in years. “I can show you how to get there, and since I am not needed at the moment, it would be nice to see a place that I have not visited since I first came to these lands.”

Eirik listens to Raphaline tell her tale. She worked in Chartsend? Now he had questions. Plenty of them and they might come out in a slur of words if Eirik was not better at controlling himself. "My interest?" He asks before a devilish grin comes over his scarred features. "It's unknown to me," That truth is all that the Northmand needed to seek it out. His tribesman of the Rognvald were famous for their sheer want of discovery. Though often times these things led to full on raids of villages for their riches. He made many enemies. Started a few wars and even after all that, the fire within him never waned. No. For in fact, it burned brighter within his chest. "And the possibility of what I might discover." The Lycan shifts on foot heading back to the library doors, before opening it. "I'm glad you know the way. You'll be my guide." Perhaps keep the Northman in check. "I'll meet you at the tavern shortly. I have a few supplies I need to get." He eyes her once more without hesitation. "You should grab what you need." He winks again and waits for her reply before leaving himself.

Raphaline at this moment finds him rather adorable, well something like that. The absolute look of need to travel inspires something inside the bard to agree to this adventure quite readily. “Alright, give me a moment to speak with the councilmen and let them know I will be gone for a few days and gather up my maps of the region we will be heading into for the next few days.” She makes a hand gesture to shoo him out so she might find what she needs in this room before heading off to the council room to leave notice with them.