RP:Project No. 3

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In other news: Someone by the name of Artia sends word that her home is in need of repair and Xiem’s ragtag group of builders travel promptly. He’s very happy that his business is underway with two official contracts to work on! (One project is on his own, hence the name.)


Ranch Home

Entering this ranch styled home you are greeted by a large foyer. Floors are layered with cherry wood planks, three different hallways leading to three different parts of the ranch. To the right is a hidden door with stairs behind it leading up into a loft bedroom. To the left is a large living room with book shelves along the walls. The books are full of different spells, potions and other magic topic books, some on different races of creatures within the land. This room would be a bookworms haven. Varies soft leather couches fill this room, wide windows are full in the walls. With cream curtains, and silver rope holding the curtains open. A grand pearl fireplace is pressed into a wall, offering heat and light. A cream color door is in the far back of the room. Within is Odhranos' joint study and bedroom. Half of the room is taken up by a simple wooden frame bed, set low to the floor and strewn messily with just a plain duvet. The other half of the room, the study, is strewn with all of the paraphernalia that a terramancer, architect or inexperienced dad might need, from piles of stacked scrolls and set squares, small crystals and piles of sand, to pacifiers and stuffed teddies, all thrown together haphazardly into a chaotic mess. Straight in front of you a hallway leads to a wood burning stove kitchen. The countertop is on its own island with granite tops, and a basket full of fresh variety fruits. Beside the fruit basket resides wine glasses accompanying wine bottles. Brass candle chandelier hangs directly above the island. Opposite side of the kitchen stands a large Bay window looking out into a backyard, with a four person glass top dining table. A white door is in the far off corner, leading to a bathroom. The bathroom walls are soft grey, with soft blue curtains for privacy from the window here. A natural looking spring, large in ground bath is seen under the large window. Floors here are a reflecting granite to allow the candles along the walls to illuminate a better glow.



Xiembantointh arrives shortly after a group of men (3 human, 1 elf, 2 giants) happened upon the ranch on horseback - each strong horse pulling a small cart of supplies. Xiem the White descends gently in dragon form as he is carrying a large wooden cargo trailer and drops it down with a soft thud before he lands beside it to shift into his human form. A man dressed in a simple ill filling cotton shirt with his long hair pulled back into a low bun and a beard to match his salt & peppered bohemian look, but it's the interesting pants he wears that appear slightly baggy and consist of may pockets that are a rare sight. Even though he’s the owner of this new startup company, he appears to be ready to work alongside his employees. Holding out a paper and looking at the ranch, long steel booted strides bring the man before the door to which he knocks a cheerful beat upon it. A jovial bass tone rings out, “Nildran Construction Company!” A wide smile ready for the owner to answer which offsets his rather rugged woodsmen looks.


Artia had returned back home once more from her long trip in Vailkrin, the city of the dead. After sending the construction crew, or man the letter upon coming right back to her ranch. Fabics in her arms and as well in a basket hanging from her left arm. The vampire moved to the door of her ranch, waving her had as shimmering gold light slipped its way into the lock. Unlocking and opening the door, the death druid moved within. Placing the new fabrics and basket down upon the couch within her library, looking about she started to think of all the reconstruction and remodeling of the inside she would do. Maybe this crew could help her achieve such? Her deceased daughter room needed many shelves and cabinets to store potions within. The use to be her finance room just to her left returned to her personal library of books she did not want others to view unless they had a good reason. So thus, that room would need many book shelves, she had many books. Some hand written from other witches, some she wrote when inventing new spells, hex, curses, potions..the like. It was time to stop her grieving and move on with life, and what better way then make her ranch the glorious home it uses to be and new dresses. Undoing the tie on her cloak tossing it to a hook beside the fireplace, tying her hip length dark red hair up into a messy bun allowing few strands of waves to cascade down along her head and face. Upon her person she sported her favorite color; sky blue dress with a slit in the legs. Cyan blue eyes with golden freckles within looked about the place once more, the dusting and cleaning needing to be down. Walking about the main floor spotting a few spots that had leaks from where the critters dug at her roof and some spots maybe successful? Upon hearing the door being knocked upon, she turn upon her heel. Opening the large wooden, stained glass door wide. Standing before him is a five foot even female, smiling as well. “You definitely respond rather quickly sir.” Holding out her hand, look to be silky top but once touched they would feel a slight roughness to them from her time in Vailkrin. Wasn’t every day the one trying to become queen of the city order her sired daughter to destroy those that attack races to feed and kill.


Xiembantointh chuckles in his usual jovial way and humbly shrugs his shoulders up, “to be honest ma’am, this is a new company and at the moment we do not have many jobs!” His much larger hand took her own and gave it a firm shake before his charcoal gray gaze is stolen by what he can see passed her doorway. “Xiem the white at your service,” his feet stay planted even though his gaze wanders within the inside of her place as he’s trying to get an idea of what all needs repaired. He won’t be entering her home without an invitation though, that’s just basic respect and he glances back at the group of men who were all busying themselves with setting up all the equipment they might need. Looking back to the woman’s face, he asks, “so. Let’s get down to business and see what needs fixed or replaced!” With excitement in his tone and a smile of his face, the man gives off a sort of infectious joy which is very odd for white dragons.


Artia tilts her head when he mentions he does not have many jobs, people must be insane to not try and get their homes or business fixed up. Either way, not her place but she would later tell her mother Larewen of such crew, if a well job is done of course. Artia was already joyful, hence them showing so soon. “Well, I have a lot of work if you and your crew.” She leans to the side examining the crew he brought with him, three humans, one elf and a giant. Her cyan gaze returns back to his face, “Well, would you like to come in? I can make everyone a meal and drink as well pay in gold too. At the moment, the roof is leaking in certain spots, luckily it did.” She pauses, moving and walking to the left entering her living room which she has turned into a library, “not touch any of my books or I don’t know what I would do. If have to move anything that is fine as well. There is a few here, and in the kitchen. I haven’t had a chance to look up at the loft yet but have my permissions to look. Please excuse the dust, I have not been home in a very long time.” Her hand touches her plump ruby lips looking back to Xiem, “Oh I am terribly sorry, I am just excited to get started. It is nice to meet you.”


Xiembantointh claps once and rubs his calloused hands together with a look of determination on his face, “don’t you worry bout a thing! If you need anything packaged away by your hand before we start, please do. Otherwise, the crew and I are going to get everything out of the cargo hold so all of your things are safe in there while we work,” he knows how precious items are to some people and he does all he can to provide a safe place for their things so they don’t ruin them. “Now, what all would you like to see done while we are here?” He breaks away from her and makes his own course throughout the home, looking up to the ceiling and then heading up to the loft to check the roof there as well. After a moment, he comes down and pulls a scroll out of his back pocket as the elf in his fellowship comes in and starts mapping her home’s floor plan, but the other scroll was for her after he consults with the elf on the services and cost. He brings the scroll over and a quill, “okay. So, this is the quote currently and if there are any changes needing to be made, you have five days to add anything on or take things away, but once we really start it will be final. We just need your signature ma’am,” his smile warms his features again as the kindness reaches his eyes.


Artia remained in the foyer while he ventured about her home, pulling out the bag of gold within her side pocket hidden into the side of her dress. “Well, roof fixed of course. I need some remodeling done as well. The-“ she had to swallow before she started again, “Nursey need to have cabinets and shelves for storage for my potions I make, maybe a hanging rack to help dry out herbs?” She moves to what use to be Odhranos room, off of the library. “I need shelves in here, I plan to make this my personal library of books I write or are hand written. Some have things in them none need to read unless a good reason. Would three thousand gold cover everything?” She signs the scroll, looking back up to his face admiring the warm smile reaching his face. Causing her to tuck one of the wavy strands behind her right ear, “You all can have any the furniture in such rooms that I am remodeling, can keep or donate it.”


Xiembantointh doesn’t even flinch at her hesitation. He understands loss and knows it is hard to talk about, plus, she’s a client so conversation must remain on the lighter side of things which is easy for Xiem because he’s so unusually optimistically warm. “That is very kind of you and I will put your donated things to good use ma’am,” he can already think of many uses for these items in another project he’s working on. This being the construction of homes for those seeking refuge away from Larket. He takes note of the witch books, potions and ideas of herbs, but he doesn’t remark on that either because he’s recently been informed of the problems with witches in this area. He let out a loud whistle with the aid of his two fingers in his lips and his crew comes rushing in, “friends! This is miss Artia and, as you know, any of our contracts in this area are top secret. So, please use discretion and be gentle with her things,” it is uncertain if this group seems to accept terms out of respect for the dragon or fear, but as if on queue, they move on and begin packing her things away to make room for their work. He hands off all the paperwork to the elf and then looks to the woman’s face again, “well. We are going to start and feel free to let me know if there is anything else you want to add on, but if you have no more information for me - I am going to lend a hand. Thank you again, ma’am,” he holds a hand out to give another firm shake before taking some of the larger furniture out of the place himself.


Artia has always struggled with remaining cheerful, its been a year now since her life turned upside at the death. Either way, she was getting what was needed done to the ranch. But leaving out the fact some damage they might find was when she was attacked by an undead forces, opposing vampire coven but hit on the future princess. A brow arch at the part he asked for this to be secret, “May I ask why it is a secret?” She knew about the witches escaping, she helped a many of them with Bastion. Except, Artia was the only witch probably safely allowed in Larket nowadays. She shakes his hand, heading to the kitchen to start making drinks for the crew when they would need to hydrate again. The female never unable to treat those that work or to come into her humble abode.


Xiembantointh talks as he continues to work, “maybe it’s too soon to assume with the books and such… Now, I want to remain as ignorant as possible, but I don’t think you want the people of Larket knowing you have such items. Either way, most of our work is need to know only,” he shrugs and focuses on the blueprints with the elf with a thoughtful look. The sounds of ladders gently clank on the sides of her house and he flashes a quick smile to the woman, “we will be out here.” It might be impressive to how fast and organized they all worked together, but Xiem would just chalk it up to harmony - at least he hopes so.


Artia smile grows, and suddenly she is laughing. The man probably thought she was insane by laughing at his words. Before following she grabs a tray, placing the tea, lemonade and fruit punch on it. Snapping her fingers a stump rumbles up from the ground so she may place the tray down. “I am okay in Larket, I was once the apothecary and healer. I know the queen and kind personally. My kitchen is open any fruit or breads within that I dropped off earlier before sending for you is open. I need to get to a seamstress and get some new gowns made for just when I am in Larket, I moved most my items to House Dragana.” Dropping the bag of gold on the blueprints, “I shall be back by tomorrow. I trust you, Xiem.”