RP:My Old Home

Dirt Road

Dust rises in a golden shimmer as your feet tread along the widened path. To the east looms the elven village of Kelay, built into the forest so as to become one with it. The dense foliage blocks the view north, but you can just make out an older building through the trees southward. The great Xalious Mountain range dominates the western view, a pass cutting its way through the lower foothills below.

Linwe glances to the east and notices a familiar face. She smiles toward Tyler and moves slowly toward him, "I hope you are on better footing today." She chuckles at him lightly. Her green hued eyes fixated on his face in a playful manor. Her hair falls to her shoulders in loose platinum blonde curls, and her light pink cheeks seem to glow against her pallid face. Linwe places her hands folded within eachother and place them at her waist. The bottom of her light rose dress laden with dirt from the dusty air.

Tyler had been moving along the way with his head tucked low trying to dodge any conflict that might arise from traversing the lawless town during the late hours of the night. He is caught off guard by the voice of a woman and upon raising his head to face her brows are furrowed above caramel hues as he examines the woman's visage for a moment allowing time to process her statement. "Huh?" He scans her features with his hands tucked neatly into his pockets until it all clicks. "Oh, yeah." He chuckles lightly as he remembers the day previous when he'd found himself well hungover out in the depths of Sage and the woman suddenly takes form beneath the moonlight. "Sorry about all that, I really don't drink too often." Retracting his hand from his pocket he extends it toward Linwe and offers a kind smile; "Name's Tyler - I'm... not entirely sure if I introduced myself properly yesterday."

Linwe places her soft delicate hand in his and smiles. Her finely manicured hands grasping in his, "My name is Linwe. Yesterday you introduced yourself as a lord, am I correct?" She says inquisitively, then she retracts hand her and runs her fingers down her forarm as if nervous to be about in the dark. Her fingers stopping at her wrist and she then lays her hands upon her dress.

Tyler once again seems perplexed at the explination of him being a lord of - well, anything. The human finds himself chuckling once again as he provides a soft shake to the elven kin and upon release offers an explanation; "Well, I may have, but I'm no lord. Far from it actually." He offers the woman a reassuring smile at the notice of her ticking nervousness from the dark streets of Kelay. "I'm just a guy, nothing more - nothing less." Craning his neck to check over his shoulder he finds no other passersby, which is a rarity though he does so to ensure the safety of the duo. "What're you doing out here all alone anyway? Most of those who aren't seeking blood or dirtied coin have usually made their way to the tavern or some other shelter by this time."

Linwe lets out a half hearten giggle and shrugs, "I got lost!" she offers. "Well you had me convinced you were a lord of summons," She lets out with another laugh. She shifts on her feet and glances around. The dust of the road polluting her dress and her arms. She lightly runs her hand over her dress and decides it us a useless endeavor as it would need a proper washing. She clears her throat and smiles again saying, "It seems like we keep running into each other how peculiar."

Tyler watches as Linwe fumbles with the dress once again and finds that it isn't very fitting for the chilled autumn air that swept over them. She mentions being lost and a brow is raised followed by a smile at her statement of the two running into one another. "Yeah, it would seem that way. I'm usually around this area very often now-a-days but I s'pose I've been finding myself visiting "home" a bit more these past few days." The frail framed illusionist moves to adjust his arms and tug at the sleeves of his wolf-fur jacket until it is removed and he would place it around Linwe's shoulder, with or without her consent. He then proceeds; "Lost? Where were you trying to get to? If you need a place to stay tonight the tavern is a popular lot, though it's full of drunken idiots and very difficult to catch a wink..." Raising a hand he points his thumb to the east. "I'd be happy to take you there before I head off, if you'd like? Some scruffy lookin' lot likes to hang out around the square and I'm not sure how they'd react to one such as yourself traveling alone."

Linwe giggles a little and smiles at the gesture of the jacket. Her hands find their way inside the jacket, and she slides her fingers along the lining of the fur coat admiring it so. She finds herself a little more comfortable and noticeably warmer. She lets out a small sigh, and puts up her fists closing one eye, "I can take anyone who gets too familiar!" She says with a light laugh. "I am actually still looking for lodging. Currently I have been staying up in a tree at night to sleep. I am quite comfortable in nature, I guess. I was just walking til something looked familiar. It seems like you were the first thing to pop into view!" She awkwardly clears her throat and runs her thumb and index finger along a long strand of hair. She kicks some dust out from under her feet and looks at her shoes as if she were a small child inside an adult woman's body.

Tyler doesn't offer any sudden expression to betray him as he examines Linwe and attempts to figure the woman out, a feat. that goes unfinished as he simply shakes his head slightly and then nods just after in acknowledgment to her current situation. He knew all too well about sleeping in the trees of the Sage from when he first arrived in Hollow and he figured her next step should be the same he took on his own. "In that case, let's give the tavern a shot. I'll put up the coin for your room for the night so you can see if you like it or not. Though due to the hour, it's highly idiotic for us to travel like this." The man's right hand would raise from his side and an open palm is turned to the sky. Casually, small blue specks of mana would begin to fall from his finger tips and the caramel shade of his eyes is slowly overtaken by an omniscient glow. A suit of large, intimidating steel armor would begin to manifest itself piece by piece across the humans body along with a likewise set of fierce dragon bone to cover the elven kin. As the disguises' come to completion another nod is provided as Tyler speaks; "Right then. On we go." He then turns promptly on his heel and would wait for Linwe to walk in line with him, unwilling to let the female fall behind until they reached the tavern.

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'.

Linwe steps into the tavern, perplexed and bewildered by this new magic she's never expeiranced before. Feelings of unusual fear of the bone like substance to cover her body swirl in her stomach, but she keeps them to herself. She has only known her magic, and has never explored the posibility of something new. She settles into the warm tavern and sighs with a bit of ease from being indoors. She takes in the musk of the tavern and twists her face a little. The smell of tobacco and liquour invading her senses. She straitens her face and smiles at Tyler, "What was that magic you did? I've never seen such a thing!" she says in a ignorant intonation, but not with intention of offending him.

Tyler follows Linwe as she makes her way into the Kelay tavern and would wave his palm - the armor that shrouded the two in an intimidating guise falls to the floor and shatters into millions of tiny pieces of mana that quickly fade into the crude floorboards of the tavern. A grin is stained across his face as she offers an excited statement of his illusionary arts; "I'm an illusionist." He speaks in a hushed tone. "Though it's not often people learn that so easily. Color yourself lucky, lady." After providing a playful wink he then moves to Mesthak, the barkeeper, and converses with him for a moment before tossing a few coins on the counter and receiving a key in exchange. Pushing his way through the crowd to reach Linwe once more he extends a hand with the key dangling by a string in offering to the elf. "Third room on the left, my old room to be exact. It's extremely cramped and has an awful draft, but it works for laying down and has a lock so you don't have to worry about finding a knife in your back." He chuckles and then motions to the door. "With that said, and you all safe in... well, the drunkards den... in fact, safe isn't the word I'd use so we will say, slightly better off, I'm afraid I've got to be taking my leave. It's quite the walk back to Chartsend and I'd rather get started now."

Linwe takes the key in her hand and smiles at him. She follows him up the stairs and looks fearfully at the room that he has so kindly purchased for her. She runs her finger over her key and admires the brass machinery, longing to understand much more about this gentleman. "Thank you for your kindness." She says softly as if embarrassed of herself and her situation as well. "I am pretty sure I can keep safe around here. Especially around here. I have my own magic." She offers him a wink and grasps the key in her left hand to stow away in her dress for later use. And marvels at the room before her before saying. "It was very nice getting to know you better"

Tyler holds the door open for Linwe as she makes her entry and takes a moment to admire the small cramped space that he called home until just recently, a sheepish smile spreading for a moment before his attention falls to Linwe once more. "Not a problem. I'm sure you'll be fine. But, just in case..." Reaching to his belt the human would pull forth a kunai that had remained hidden from view and toss it to the bed behind her. "Not everyone is hurt by magic." Releasing the door handle he straightens himself up and readies to make his exit, he nods to her and offers a short wave. "Have a good night, I'm sure we will be seeing each other again.", and with that the man turns to make his exit from the tavern and continue his way home to Chartsend - leaving Linwe with his old room, Kunai and fur coat to keep her somewhat safe in the forsaken, lawless, rundown town of Kelay.