RP:First Day in Frostmaw
Frostmaw Tavern 3:07 AM 1/22/2012
Cast: Rynyth the Draconian and Valor the Frostmaw Centaur
The tavern is slightly chilled, and more uncomfortable to those who enjoy the warmth that other buildings and inns have to offer. As you glance about you see normal sized chairs for visitors such as humans, dwarves, elves, and the like of medium sized humanoids that would enter and leave this place. Along all four walls lays a large oak made booth, suitable for its giant inhabitants to sit and enjoy their drinks and meals in comfort, among the booths lay various blood stained marks as well as chips and cracks along the surface from older brawls that had taken place in the passed. Upon further inspection, this massive tavern seems to have a skeletal head of a large dragon hanging from the cieling, wrapped and constricted in pale blue chains, while your eyes continue to explore, you notice a rather bulky and well toned frost giant behind the bar. Upon his left eye, which you notice is blinded, a scar travels down and along his jaw, traveling even further to his neck, and vanishing under the heavy clothing that rests on his chest. The large bartender simply watches you, awaiting to see if you are here to rest, or order from the menu, as well, beside the old giant awaits a massive sized war-axe, incase you would be here to start some trouble.
Rynyth snuffled quietly in the corner, the draconian still trying to adapt to the conditions that had been forced upon him ever since he had found himself trapped in the place known as Frostmaw. Even with the new clothes he had gathered with the help of his new-found friends he could still feel the chill seeping into his bones and freezing him. A few snorts ruffled the draconian's fur clothing before a loud sneeze forced him to shuffled slightly on his seat, giving a sniff before settling back down again.
Valor pushes the door open to the building. As soon as she steps over the threshold, her eyes quickly travel to the dragon skull. Eventually she looks around and notes the giant behind the bar. She knew that their kind and her kind didn't get along as sof late, but she was willing to change that, and is living up to her name to even dare enter this place. The sneezing one is glanced at, "Bless you," is spoken aloud to the male draconian.
Rynyth looks up at the centaur, rubbing his nose and sniffling again, "Thank you." He mumbles as he moves again, pulling his legs up to his chest and sneezing once again, rubbing his eyes and groaning before speaking again, "Frozen hell. It make me sick." He groans and rubs his eyes, groaning quietly. Valor smiles, "It isn't as bad as it seems and feels. Try living here for forty years. You get use to it over time." A trip to the message board is made, periwinkle blue eyes look over it. Eventually she comes to the last post and grins in triamph. Quickly she moves to the bar and asks if the Giant has some ink, parchment and a quill, but he just stands there and looks at her.
Rynyth snorts and lets out a loud laugh, bending over as his laughing rapidly turns into a coughing fit, banging his hand on the bar as he tries to recover his breath, "If lived here fourty years, would kill self." He chuckled and stood up, readjusting himself before sitting down with an 'umph', "Everything about place is bad. Cold kills you. If cold not kill you, Wolves will. If wolves not kill you, Giants will. If giants not kill you, sickness will." He shuddered and begun to shiver, "Cold and sick killing me both at same time."
Valor frowns, "The cold isn't what is going to kill nor the wolves or sickness. Neither the giants either. Yes, they have killed my kind and ran most out of Frostmaw or into hiding, but I come forth to make ammends and change that." She smiles to the giant and this time asks him nicely, who then gives her what she wants. Another glance is given to the draconian, "If you would get up and move around, perhaps find a job, you won't be so cold." Again she offered him another smile while she tossed platinum blonde hair out of her face before she began writing what looked like a letter.
Rynyth growled and looked up at the Centaur, "Who want a man who has no skill, no practice? I end up here because of weather and now I not leave because of weather." He let out another loud sneeze and groaned, rubbing his forehead, "Maybe you right. Job might do good." He stood up and shuffled on the spot, holding onto the top of his chair for support as the sudden rise made him dizzy, "What work need done here?"
Valor shurgs as she finishes up her letter and seals it, handing everything back to the Giant as well as her letter. "Please make sure he gets it. Thank you." She nods to the Giant then looks over Rynyth, "I have no idea. I just came out of hiding to make pease with Queen Satoshi and the Giants. I'm here looking for training, so perhaps you can be trained by this Ignatius. He seems like he knows what he is doing." Rynyth shrugged, "I want learn how to do job. If 'Ignatius' person can teach to do job, I be there." He coughed again and rubbed his chest, wincing in pain before standing up straight, "What does 'Ignatius' want people to work as?"
Valor sighs and points to the board, her long black tail swishing behind her. "If you know how to read, you should check out the last message on that board. That board there, will be your friend as long as you check it often. As for this Ignatius, he is looking to train people in his ways, as a Knight would train others. He is wanting to train fighters and more knights. It isn't a job, it is an occupation one chooses to do for no money. A job means you make money. Leave a message there on the board asking for jobs and you might get one, from cutting wood, sending a message to someone, or even killing a bear."
Rynyth scratched his head and stared at the board, scanning over it before looking back to the centaur, "What is 'read'? And what are squiggly marks on board?" He touch one of the notes and angled it towards himself, "Why is paper on board? Why people do that?"
Valor looks on surprised, in shock that this person couldn't read, then again, she realised that most commoners didn't know how to read or write. "Those squiggly marks are words and they help others communicate in writen words, on paper. Those are up there to let others know what is going on else where in Frostmaw and all of Hollow. Did your parents not teach you any of this, or did they not see it as important for you to lean?" She realised that her question was not very nice and it was to late, and she regretted asking it.
Rynyth looked even more confused, "Parents? I don't know what mean?" He scratched his head and rubbed his eyes, "No one taught me anything. I taught self. Listened. Learnt." He sat down in a chair again and coughed, groaning quietly before sitting up straight again.
Valor knew the answer wasn't going to be good. She didn't know what to say really, and now was not the time for that kind of stuff. The draconian is sick and she has no place to put him where its warm to help him get better and there was no way she could help him out of Frostmaw. Going down the mountain would be dangerous for her. "There must be a warm place around here, that you can stay until you get better and can work and learn the words of the common voice as well as get a job. I don't know what else I can do to help you."
Rynyth shrugged and stood up, bowing the the centaur and smiling, "I go look. I just wake up so full of energy." He draconian smiled and waved, moving away from the bar and walking to the door, "Thanks for help. Pleasure." He waves one more time before stepping out into the snow area, intent of finding things that would help him before the days end.
Valor lifts her hand and waves with a smile, that fades as soon as the male turns and leaves. Soon she follows suit, but heads toward the forest.