RP:King of Summins'

Overlooking a Pass

Simplicity rules over this area. The path becomes less rugged, and the trials are less to overcome. Atop a low overhanging, one can look out and espy the pass, blanketed in a canopy of greenery. Some movement can be seen below the eaves, but it is very quick and sudden, and still far off as of yet. Just south of the pass is the desolate forest, charred by flames from long ago. The only true path leads east through the blackened remnants. There is also a cutaway, delved by dwarves some time ago, which leads south to the very edges of Sage Forest.

Linwe glances over in Zilla's direction and nods her head in greetings. Her lips curved into a warm and welcoming smile, and her platinum blonde tresses hanging just past her shoulders

Zilla would be carelessly walking along the overhanging of the pathway, feet halfway off the edge. She's in her usual avatar form, a juvenile cat-like feline woman covered in black fur that shines purple in the light. Today she's opted to dress in a crimson short-sleeved tunic, complete with loose-fabric dusty blue pants and a pair of stapped up brown leather boots. Her convenient, although chest-sized, satchel is belted around her waist and her ever-present accessories still adorn her: An obsidian collar trimmed in gold, with matching cuffs. She approaches a stranger without trepidation or caution of any kind, extending her hand to be shook as she understood the custom. "Salutations, my name Akira Zilla Cinderea." She's a smiling, happy-go-lucky feline who doesn't appear to be afraid of pretty much anything common sense should tell her to be afraid of.

Linwe extends her hand in response to Zilla's. Her smile staying ever present on her pallid face her cheeks radiate a light pink color, and her lips pink as her cheeks as they streach across her face. She moves to grasp Zilla's hand in hers and softly chimes, "I am Linwe Haelithe." She says in an 'Should I say more?' fashion. She ruffles the bottom of her forest green dress to get it sorted again and shakes her blonde curls behind her. Glancing the other way to the gentleman that enters the seen area as well, and offers him a femanin bow in his direction out of politeness.

Tyler wanders into view of the two strangers upon complete accident, the male still rather lost after a long night of drinking. The usually clean-cut human who suffers heavily from social anxiety seems to be in good spirits all-a-bit confused as he freezes in place when Zilla makes her introduction. Making note of Linwe's greeting, he responds with a gracious dip of his own by grabbing at the bottom of his robes and providing a feminine dip of his own before moving closer to the duo and exclaiming "And I'm Lord Tyler, King of... summin'! I dun' much remember..." Another pause is given as the human tugs at his hood before holding up a single index finger to the duo and then simply falling to his bum. Where in the hell was he and what was he doing?

Gattling came quickly in view, as she trotted along looking upwards the entire time. Her looks were barley visible under all the fur clothing she was wearing. What was she looking at? Suddendly, she was on her face; she must have tripped on a root. But wait...she looked again. It was a human. "Great Mother! I killed it!" as she gazed in horror at Tyler in whom she fell over. her bi colored eyes were filled with fear.

Linwe allows herself a hearty chuckle, clears her throat quickly after. "If he is dead, it wasn't you, dear. It was the apparent boozing." The inappropriateness of that comment striking her face suddently. She then kneels down and allows her hand for Gattling, an offer to help her up. A tuft of hair falling over her face.

Gattling took Linwe's hand and looked back at the strange half dead half drunk man. "Oh, I do hope I did not harm him.." she fretted with her free hand over her mouth.

Zilla takes note of the approaching drunkard, intending to introduce herself individually to him, but unfortunately he fell, and then a heavily furred female happened to fall over him. Zilla couldn't help but snick at the rather sudden disruptions, pulling the Tyler, King of Summin's out from under the newest woman, propping him upright against a tree and shaking his hand before going over to the woman who fell on him. "I'm Akila Zilla CInderea, it's nice to meet all of you. Just what is everyone doing around this particular spot at this time? I was exploring when I met miss Linwe here." Absently she would rub a black feather along her face, apparently everyone here had at least one quirk to them.

Tyler seems dumbfounded as Gattling goes tumbling over him, the human jolting in fear as the woman rises to proclaims she's killed him. His face twisting into a frown as his hands frantically run across his torso; "I'm dead!?" He exclaims with great confusion. This only lasts until the kind Zilla moves to offer him a hand and props him against a tree. He remains frozen with his back propped against the oak as she moves to speak to the lot, caramel hues shown in a wide-eyed format as he scans over the trio of woman before him. The illusionist seemingly frozen in time for a few moments before shaking his head and rubbing at his temples while he allows the opposing parties to answer the question of their attendance, deciding it's best not to admit to a gang of strangers that he is lost, dazed, hungover and confused.

Linwe sits back down and adjusts her low hanging gown so. She flicks her head and sighs, "I was just enjoying the beautiful day. Taking a stroll in the forest seemed the best way to spend it. Greenery makes me feel so at ease." She picks a small yellow flower from the grass and runs her thumb over the butter colored petals. She then stares at the others with curiosity and enjoyment, as she has yet to make any acquaintance as of late.

Zilla nods along. "It is nice out here. Nature's all right, but it can get... kinda boring. I'm sure you're not sure why you're here, er, Lord Tyler (King of Summin's) but perhaps this lady can tell us why she was going this way, and we she's wearing so much fur." All the while Zilla would gesture with the feather, seemingly unable to stop playing with it or to even put it down. Quite an interesting little group.

Gattling could not help but stare at the man for a few moments. After a few she peeled her eyes from him and looked at Zilla. That's when she spotted it, a black feather. But she would keep herself calm and cool. Removing her hand from her mouth she cleared her throat. "I was following something, but it is gone now. No use in going on..." she pulled her hood down to reveal her feline pitch black ears and bi colored eyes. The left eye was jade green and the right dark emerald. "I like fur, it makes me feel... cozy." she simply said, still standing in one spot.

Tyler remains locked to his current position with his feet planted firmly on the ground. His caramel eyes continue to bounce about frantically and as Gattling pulls back her hood he suddenly finds himself feeling very... lesser. Being the only human amongst the bunch an audible high-pitched whine escapes for only a moment though it could be passed as simply a by product of his drinking. With his head still spinning he found his footing hard to maintain and would slide down to his bum once again, the bark of the tree tearing at the back of his black robes. As he sits he finds his hands pulling at dried, brown leaves upon the ground and breaking them up all over himself. Though the human wasn't quite, intoxicated, as much as experiencing one hell of a hangover he felt as if he had just taken the heaviest brew in Craughmoyle. Lips part to offer a piece of conversation but his voice would fall flat as the three females continue to converse, leaving the illusionist in an awkward position of questioning his sanity and ever more wishing he knew where exactly it was that he had awoken.

Linwe stares at Gattling's fur lined robes and sets out a long sigh. "Your robes are simply amazing." She states, her fingers still thumbing over the flower as if she is gently petting the flower like an animal. She flicks her eyes to Tyler and gives a grin. "So Tyler, how hard was the partying last night?" she says with intreague. Linwe places the flower behind her ear and gently lays her hands in her lap, her soft green eyes studying the layout around her.

Zilla takes a small breath in, surprised to see an actual feline, up close, for the first time ever! It easily obsessed her mind with the want to touch her fur, and see how her avatar compared, but she thought that might be rude at first so sintead she simply picks up Tyler with ease once more, this time letting her body support him. She gives him a freindly smile and looks at him, curious as to what his answer will be and eager to bring him into the spontaneous conversation while taking a couple steps forward so he wouldn't be so far away. She's never 'partied' before, and she really has no idea what absolutely goes on at one, but she's read about some celebrations so she has a fundamental understanding.

Gattling smiled at Tyler and Zilla. She looked human, but with ears and a tail. Slowly she made her way over to stand near Tyler. "Dear Sir, you gave me a fright. Did I hurt you?" She looked him over, he looked fine, but that meant nothing. Her ears twitched as the sound of bird's wings off in the distance flapped.

Tyler Steele: Tyler is lifted up once again and this time is thankful for the weight of his shaking knees to be relieved by the aid of Zilla. Linwe's question goes ignored as he simply doesn't hear it, rather he is taken off guard by Gattling who stands closer to him and his eyes go wide. Moving to take his weight off of Zilla he faces her with his arm bent into the air and a single digit aimed to the sky as he makes a perplexed face before turning on his heel, kicking up a bit of dirt, and facing Gattling whom he promptly moves to place his fingertip onto her nose before swiftly retracting it and speaking a single word; "No". Both of his arms are bent to the air now as he turns between Zilla and Gattling and speaks to them with his hands and arms flailing about appropriately as he speaks; "Pray tell, loves. Might either one of you know where one might find... this..." His head turns to eye the area. "Location... I'm 'fraid I'm not sure where I right am... Used too, ya' know. Ocean side, smelly fish burnin' place called Chartsend. Heard of it, yeah?" His expression turns to excitement as he continues to rotate between the two females, hoping to find a way home before his trip becomes a bust.

Zilla lets the man go, but is witihn easy reach should he find himself unsteady again. She watches his actions curiosly, not entirely sure what he's intending to do. She gets well out of flailing-arm-drunkenly-gesticulating-motion though. "You can find this location to be in the Kelay-Sage district's care, close to the northern swamps and on the south-western edge of the forest. I've never been to the ocean, but it sounds nice, nor have I ever been to Chartsend but it sounds like a very sea-y place. Are you a pirate?" She would ask, precarious about him being so close to the ledge above the path and absently taken by her feather, as well as the pretty eyes of the other female, noting that none of anyone's but 'Lord' Tyler (King of Summin's) questions have been answered and the strange-eyed, cat-appendaged girl has yet to give up a name but speaks rathe elegantly.

Gattling crossed her eyes as Tyler put his finger on his nose. On instinct she bit at it and made a whispering hiss. "Are you sure your not still, drunk Sir?" she stepped back as he flailed his arms and what not. Her ears perked at the words Ocean, then pirate. "Brilliant, I've been near the sea, love it there.. the sand between my toes..the mist on the air..." she days dream just long enough to catch the sight of the feather once more. Blast it! She needed to keep her cool. Grinning, she slyly extended her arm towards Zilla. "Gloomette Gattling is what the Great Mother has named me, but I go by Gats." she spoke in a silky voice while her eyes were on the feather the whole time.

Tyler's ears perk at the mention of Gattling enjoying the ocean. Closing his left eye shut he lines up his index finger with it and aims at each of the three females before landing upon Gattling, offering a nod he would allow no time for Zilla to reply to the greeting, instead snatching Gattling's hand into his own and calling out; "Then you shall do! To the both of you, pleasant meeting and all but I'm 'fraid we've got to run!" Not allowing time for Gattling or the other ladies to object, the human quickly heads off from the way he came with the feline in his hand. "Let's see... north, is... up? No... down.. south?" He mutters to himself, the idiot clearly lost he would turn to Gattling once they were out of sight from the others. "The, erm, big scary building thing in-in-in... Dammit... KELAY! Kelay. Where is Kelay?" His eyes lock with hers and jolt readjust focus rapidly as he awaits an answer from the woman.

Linwe points north and then east. "Good luck."

Gattling was caught off guard as the human took hold of her hand and pulled her with him. "Big building? I'm not sure of what you speak off!" she was confused and speaking loudly. Ebony ears were flat to her head as confusion slash fear danced across her face.

Near the Pass

Here the path grows less manageable, and more craggy and overrun. It becomes obvious that it is less trodden, and why. Filled with twists and turns at every curve, and sloping drops to accentuate them. Signs of lovers are nowhere to be seen, and only bits of bird droppings adorn rocks. Under some are deep, yet slim holes; home to snakes, or perhaps other creatures. This bumpy path heads either south or north. Back north is its beginning, and south is a large outcropping, overlooking a pass.

Tyler continued to the north and seemed rather perplexed as Gattling claims that she's never been to the area. Honest, who'd never been to Kelay Tavern!? He paid no attention to Gattling's distress as he moved in large steps to dodge various cautious across the path including what seemed to be animal homes that should likely not be tampered with. The chill of the night was beginning to set in and an idle glance is cast to the starry sky before Tyler finally stops in his tracks and pulls a 180 to face the feline once more. "No? You must not be from around here then..." He offers a hum as he continues to turn left and right as if searching for an answer, his grip tightens on her hand for a moment before he realizes he is still holding it. He shouts; "OH! OH GOD!" and quickly releases the appendage and wipes his hands on his robes. "So sorry. Terribly sorry. Stuff, and, and, and things..." He spins once more before releasing a heavy sigh and raising his hands to Gattling and making a box. "Erm, homes, houses, shops... Civilization? Ever heard of it?" One brow goes aloft as he stares to the woman with a giant grin across his face in hopes of her having some sort of answer.

Gattling finds herself grinning at this crazed fool and gets really close to his face once he freaks out about holding her hand. "Do you mean the Tavern, handsome?" she whispers in a silky voice. This little cat loved to play head games. As the night air creeped in she pulled her cloak tighter and placed her hood back on. Still eyeing the handsome human.

Tyler would quickly snap his fingers and then claps his hands together before extending both index fingers in a gun styled point to the feline. "YES! That's it, that's the one! The tavern! The pub! The drunkards inn! The... the... YES! That one!" He exclaims with much excitement as he rustles around for a minute in a small victory dance before halting in place and eying the woman cautiously; "You do know how to get there... yes?" His eyes begin to shift rapidly once more as he then performs a look of confusion trying to find what Gattling was getting at.

Gattling sighed and rolled her eyes. This was going to be hard to play head games with someone who already had issues. "I suppose I do... What's in it for me?" She smiled her fanged smile and licked her lips.

Tyler opens his mouth and takes a deep inhale as his fingers extend to the sky and he stands atop his tippy toes; "Ah!". Deflating quickly his fingers fall into fists and he rubs at his chin for a moment before grabbing at his belt multiple times and then digging into his pockets. "Erm, well, I, err... It seem's my money has been... misplaced, or... summin'. Erm... I..." He continues to pat around his body and then scratches his head and twists back and forth again in search of something to offer the feline. He snatches up the closest large leaf and holds it up to her in a method of presentation as if it were a bar of pure gold, however the wind is quick to blow the artifact away and after a quick reach his arms would fall back to his side and his eyes lock with her own. "Uh... It seems I'm a bit short on anything of value and..." The man jerks violently for a moment before settling back down. "Sorry.. Cold chill.. Erm, what do you want?" His voice rings in panic of the question, dear god he didn't want to lose his spleen or something just to get home.

Gattling sighs again as he did try to find.. something. "Dear poor human man... I can't take anything from someone as messed up as you, even I have a soul and would surly feel bad later on." she deflated, sad that she could not play cat and mouse with this one. ""Shall we get you to the inn?"

Tyler is not sure if he should be offended by the felines words though all thought of such is quickly pressed to the back of his mind as she speaks of returning to the tavern. A cheesy grin is plastered across his visage and he promptly offers two enthusiastic thumbs up in agreement. "Yes! For course! I-I mean of course! Of course!" Placing his right foot behind Gattling he would slide his left through the dirt until he stood single file behind her; "Onward miss cat lady! To the tavern!" His hand is quick to clap over his mouth and he speaks in a muffled tone; "I'll hush". Shifty eyes provided as he checks behind the duo, fear of the woods at night overcoming him - he would jog in place until Gattling decided to lead.

Gattling rolled her eyes once more, the smiled at the man. "Cat lady.." she mumbled and sighed. Closing her eyes for a few seconds she took a deep breath. She loved the night. "Let's go human.."

Kelay Tavern

Built and rebuilt, torn apart and set like stubborn bone, this tavern is the pinnacle of Hollow's entirety, wrought around the premise of peace, equality, and consummate amity. And of course, the old place had seen all of the three, but so much more. Dire markings of claw and steel cut deep into wall panels and floorboards. Set against the land's usual motif of destruction are signs of comfort. Twisting shadows and smoothing out a careful blanket of light with soft, quaint fires, a candelabra dangles down by thick cords, gripping the circular holder. Each twists up, converging upon the center, where they snake about one another and form a thick, secure anchor to Kelay Tavern's high, accommodating ceiling. The candelabra rattle now and again from the inn patrons overhead, pouring down globs of wax to the center of the room, which is wide and unobstructed. Cheaply carpentered tables and chairs grow outward around the bare dancing area, keeping to the rounded theme, and also keeping to a dwarven barkeep's avariciously born taste for 'economical' furniture. Hardly any expense has been wasted on the actual upkeep of the public center though, as can be garnered from the smell of deep pine, rich tobacco, and even richer spirits. Stairs twist away dimly near the high bar. And atop that side rests the inn logs, quill, and ink. This establishment's fine keeper, Mesthak, can be seen smiling out from his post at the bar, straight across to the room's always crackling stone-wrought hearth. Behind him, atop lofty shelves, sits an array of dark, amber, and clear liquids. Food smells waft from somewhere near at hand. A carefully printed and hung sign details the purchasable items here in the place of merriment, loss, laughter, and life. Also, tucked into a corner near one of two windows closest to the tavern doorway is a thickly papered bulletin board. A sign has been added next to the board that reads, 'The management requires patrons be fully inebriated at all times and that no curing spells be performed in this tavern-Thank you'.

Tyler let's out a squeal of excitement as the tavern comes into view, the human quickly running past Gattling and diving through the set of double doors. He covers his mouth and ducks before extending his arms and repeatedly mouthing "Sorry" to Mesthak who clearly disproved of his entrance. The illusionist then began making his way through the crowded taverns occupants with multiple "Excuses me"'s and "Pardon me"'s as he looked underneath tables including lifting up patrons legs in search of the coin he may've lost. Disappointed as he finds no sign of his belongings, but rather the anger of multiple patrons the human finally gives up in his search and suddenly remembers he still has to travel all the way back to Chartsend even with his head still spinning. He suddenly remembers his company and would frolic back to Gattling's side and provide her three quick, light pats on the cheek in approval; "I appreciate the help, love. To be blunt, I haven't the fainty where the hell we were, still don't." He shrugs before looking over his shoulder once more and sighing. "Don't s'pose you've got any magical zappy friends who can beam me on back over to the homeland, eh?" His face is hopeful despite the outrageous request.

Gattling followed him quickly into the tavern and watched him, frowning. Maybe she could get away with just sitting alone and no one would notice he was with her? Her eyes darted back and forth before she took a step and sighed. And he was back, and a lot of patrons glared at him and her now. His hand was on her cheek and patted it three times, she growled. No one touched her face a left with a finger in tact. "Zappy friends? Have you totally lost all your marbles dear human? Does it look like I have any friends?" she spoke to him in a hushed tone and crossed her arms.

Tyler would quickly retract his hand and hold it with the opposing as his eyes jarred around the room and took note of the pissy lookin' patrons. He refocused on Gattling and leaned in to quietly whisper back; "I've never owned any marbles", he states in a very confused tone as to why she would assume he played with them. He retracted back as he took notice of her anger and was quick to be humble. "Erm, All-allrighty then! I can see I've worn my welcome. I, er, I'll just be... on my way then!" Taking a few steps back the man glanced around once more and offered a toothy grin and nod to those who looked at him with evil obvious in their eyes. He offered Gattling one last wave and called out across the tavern; "Er, Thanks an- an-..." He grumbles to himself as he finds it difficult to offer any sort of reply that wouldn't only infuriate the woman further. Pushing back out of the tavern door he looks down each side of Kelay Way and mutters to himself; "Chartsend... Chaaartsend... Hmm... East?" He takes a few paces towards Cenril before it clicks "West! West, west, west." He then turns and quickly begins sprinting down the road doing his best to dodge the intimidating folk that roamed the lawless town at night.