Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 10, 2009 18:24:36 GMT -5
As she stood outside the tavern, she was once again furious with herself for not studying her Druid spells better. It really wasn't her fault though, entirely. Even though she was of the Wood Elf race, her mother had refused to teach her youngest daughter the elven language. And the fact that her Druid spell book had fallen off that ledge earlier in her life didn't really help either.
She had intended on teleporting from her Inn in a small community called Mindentarry, to the city of the Half Elfs in the lands of Norrath but because of her lack of understanding fully her spells, she ended up outside a tavern that she had never seen before in her 18 years of life.
She shrugged her shoulders, checked her coin pouch for gold coins then entered the tavern. Might as well have a drink before deciding what to do next.
Opening the door, she stepped through and stood looking at the bar. She pushed her wavy blonde hair away from her face, unknowingly exposing the small scar at her right temple then looked around the room with her blueish green eyes.
She wasn't sure her choice of clothing was a good one but it was too late to wonder about fashion statements. She smiled to herself as she looked down at the white dress she wore and was slightly glad that it fell to her ankles. But she had wished she had worn some form of jacket because her bare arms felt chilled.
Finally, she walked toward the bar to stand at the end and wait for someone to approach her. Always afraid that someone would do something to harm her, she kept looking here and there around the tavern room.
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Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 15, 2009 11:42:44 GMT -5
She finally sat on the end barstool and after waiting for over an hour,she laid her head on the bar to rest her eyes. She soon had fallen asleep, which was not her intention at all.
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Post by Irishman on Oct 21, 2009 15:32:17 GMT -5
*Slogging down the path in the sudden downpour that had appeared, suspiciously, out of a clear blue sky, Michaelys paused to rake the hair back from his eyes. Adjusting his cloak to insure his gear was protected from the rain, he spied the tavern door*
"Ahh, closer than I thought."
*Michaelys completed his short journey to the Pub, and carefully scraped the mud from his boots on the handy scraper by the door. Pushing through the door, he recognized a few of the locals from the surrounding area already inside. Drawing off his cloak, he shook it outside the door to keep from messing up the floor. Nothing worse than seeing the barmaid slipping on something and falling into his arms, he thought wryly. Making his way between the tables, he found his spot by the hearth unoccupied. Setting his gear down, he made his way to the bar to get a mulled cider to chase away the chill. As he leaned against the counter, waiting for the proprieter to take his order, he noticed the thin waif with her head down on the bar. At first merely curious, he glanced down at her with a small smile on his face. Then, he grew alarmed, what was SHE doing here! After his initial startlement, he realized that this girl, though very similar in appearance, was not whom he had thought her to be. Calming down, he wondered whom she was, and where she had come from. Finally catching the proprieters' eye, the man came over after drawing a mug of cider. Setting it before Michaelys, he grabbed a hot poker from the grate, and plunged it into the mug, sending up clouds of apple scented steam. Paying the man a copper half penny for the cider, Michaelys nods down to the slumbering girl. The proprieter shrugs his shoulder as if to say, "let her sleep," then walked back to another paying patron. Feeling curious about why she would be sleeping at this time of day, and being careful not to startle her, he gently touched her shoulder in an attempt to wake her.*
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Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 22, 2009 6:11:26 GMT -5
The melodic sounds of the tavern chatter and clinking of glasses only lulled her into a deeper sleep. She could almost feel her own pillow as she continued to sink further into her slumber. Visions of demons, bats, mushrooms and chocolate filled her dreams. As a demon in her dream ran after her, she continued to run as fast as possible. Just as it reached to touch her shoulder in the dream, she felt a soft touch from elsewhere that made her sit up and scream.
The sounds of the tavern seemed to stop long enough for her to realize she was not being chased and she was not running in a dark forest. She was sitting on a barstool in a strange tavern with a man sitting next to her with striking blue eyes. Her heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest it was beating so rapidly.
She pushed her hair back from her eyes and felt embarrassed as she realized she had been asleep in a tavern and even dreaming. Finally, she said to the man who had obviously touched her shoulder, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scream. I must have been dreaming."
She continued studying his face, wondering if she had ever seen him before as it did seem she had but she just couldn't quite place him. Anything was possible with her more than patchy memory.
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Post by Irishman on Oct 22, 2009 22:37:54 GMT -5
*Michaelys looks away self-conciously*
That's ok. I just wanted to make sure you were ok.
*He takes a sip of his cider, then realizes he is gazing into her eyes like a puppy. Averting his gaze, his eyes light on his gear*
Oh! I almost forgot.
*He starts to hurry away, then turns back to her. "If you wait around, maybe I will play something you like." Heading back to his gear, he carefully pulls out something from the top of his pack. Sitting on the stool by the hearth, he sets his mug down on the mantle, then draws his lute out of its oilskin pack. Gently, almost caressingly, he polishes any stray water droplets from its surface. Then, lightly fingering the strings, he makes sure it is well tuned. *
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Bre'Cheye
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ussta zhennu ventash'ma zhah ussta zhennu abbil... My Great Leader is my Great Friend!
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 23, 2009 13:55:49 GMT -5
With her heart now beating at a normal rate, she listened to his offer to play her some music. She smiled and replied, "I'd like that. And truely, I'm sorry I screamed. I'm rather embarrassed."
Still smiling as she watched him go to his gear to retrieve his instrument, she tried to remember if she had ever seen him before. Was his face a true memory or something else? Seeing him head toward the fireplace, she got up to sit closer to where he was.
Watching every movement, a sudden song came to her mind, "It seems that a song by the name, "Dear Green Place" sticks in my mind, do you know that song? I can hear part of the tune in my head, but I can't think of all of it."
As she sat in the chair nearest the fireplace, she ignored the strand of hair that persisted in falling in front of her blueish-green eyes. The fire in the fireplace warmed her body and the company warmed her soul from his kindness.
She cast a quick glance toward the bar and motioned to the 'tender to come take her order. The bartender finally came over and she ordered a hot wassail, giving the 'tender two gold coins from the small pouch she carried by a string that was hanging across her right shoulder to lay at the left side of her waist. When her hot wassail finally arrived, she picked the mug up and slowly sipped the hot concoction; savoring the appley taste.
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Post by Irishman on Oct 23, 2009 16:08:47 GMT -5
A hush decends upon the room, as the local patrons waved their friends to silence. Michaelys slowly strummed a soft lullaby from the strings. Coaxing a sweet reverence into the crowded room. After a few minutes, he quiets the strings and looks up. A few of the local farmers, sitting with their wives, nod appreciatively. Then, with a twinkle in his eye, he begins playing a merry tune. The locals immediately start clapping their hands along with the music. A few of the younger patrons get up and start dancing in the clearing before the hearth. Michaelys looks over at the proprieter and receives his nod of approval as he starts selling more drinks. Copper half-pennys fly from youths hands into the oilskin at his feet. After everyone has had a few turns on the dance floor, Michaeyls changes yet again to a langorous love song. The younger make way for the older, as husbands and wives walk to the dance floor to gaze adoringly into each others eyes, with arms wrapped each around the other. He plays a couple of tunes in this set, making sure the locals are happy with his performance. When the couples return to their seats, he finishes with a flourish. During the applause, he stands up, then bows to the crowd. Carefully setting his lute to one side, he picks up his mug, and quaffs the dregs from his mug. The owner bustles over with a fresh mug of cider, declining Michaelys proferred payment with a shake of his head. As the owner heads back to the bar with the original mug, Michaelys sits down and sorts through the collection of copper at his feet, finding a surprising number of silver coins in the mix. Discreetly placing all the coins in his purse, he takes a quick drink from his mug, then looks to the young woman sitting there.*
"Did you like it? I may try a tune that could be the one you spoke of with a different name, later."
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Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 24, 2009 9:53:48 GMT -5
She had long forgotten about her hot wassail as she sat mesmerized by the talented musician. She watched the people in the tavern as they too enjoyed his performance and even found that she was clapping along with the rhythym of his songs.
As he counted out his tips, she reached into her small purse and drew out a silver to add. "You were very good! What a great thing you can do with music! I only wish I had that type of talent."
She picked her mug of wassail up to take a sip but frowned when she discovered it had gotten cold. She set it aside and pulled her chair closer to the fireplace. Although the rain had let up some, it was still coming down at a steady pace. She felt chilled even more than before and was enjoying the heat of the fire. Once more she silently chided herself for not wearing any type of jacket or shawl.
"Are you from around here?" she wondered outloud, continuing to study his features.
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Post by Irishman on Oct 26, 2009 22:46:44 GMT -5
*Looking up, Michaelys catches her eye, again. He stares for almost a full minute until he realizes it, then looks away.*
What did you ask? Oh, yes. I live a ways back in the woods, at this time of year. Otherwise, I'd be out traveling. I enjoy traveling to different lands, meeting new people, that sort of thing.
So. . where do you hale from? I haven't seen you in the Pub before today.
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Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 26, 2009 23:46:36 GMT -5
"I don't know. You look so... familiar, it's odd. And I come from a place called Freeport although I was raised in another place which actually was on a moon if you believe that... called Shadowhaven."
She shivered even more as she continued talking, "I had bought an Inn in an area known as Mindenburg; the name of the Inn is Mindentarry. And how did I end up here?"
She looked up at the man with the striking eyes and decided there was no use in making up a story to cover up her limited training as a Druid. "Well, you see... I am training as a Druid and I started my training late in life. I lost my spell book some time back, during a war which is another story in itself. I was at my Inn and was attempting to teleport to Freeport where I was born."
She got up to stand closer to the fire in the fireplace in an attempt to be warmer. She didn't know if it was the fact she was chilled, the fact she had to admit her lack of knowledge or the fact that this man was intriguing her.
"I still haven't learned how to teleport properly. More than half the time I do actually end up where I had first intended on going, but occasionally..." she looked away briefly then looked back at him, "this time as you can plainly see, I did not end up in Freeport but I ended up here. I'm not really sure where 'here,' is"
She rubbed her bare arms then turned to sit back in the chair by the fireplace. She laughed a little, "I guess I should be glad I always carry a purse with me with money, at least I can pay my way in strange places. I might as well enjoy my stay here while I try to remember that spell to go to my birthplace."
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Post by Irishman on Oct 28, 2009 22:25:36 GMT -5
*Momentarily startled at her mention of a 'Teleporation Spell', Michaelys is at first annoyed, thinking he was hearing a tale. Then, realizing that she was chilled, he also noticed how scantily clad she was for the season, and decided to believe her story.*
"I apologize, I hadn't noticed how chilled you are. Here," he pushes his chair to the side and motions for her to get closer to the hearth. "Get yourself warmed up." He motions to the proprieter to bring out another cider.
"I'm quite sure that, if I ask, there is an extra cloak you may have." he says as he takes the mulled cider and passes a half-copper to the man, with a wink. Michaelys hands the warmed cider to the young lady.
"My parents would scold me for the lack of manners I've shown you. My name is Michaelys."
He reached past her as the proprieter handed him a heavy cloak, seemingly just her size! He held it out to her with an eyebrow raised in query.
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Bre'Cheye
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ussta zhennu ventash'ma zhah ussta zhennu abbil... My Great Leader is my Great Friend!
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 29, 2009 13:16:28 GMT -5
She scooted the chair she was sitting in closer to the fire and immediately began to feel a little warmer. She gladly took the hot cider from him and sipped it's contents slowly, feeling the hot liquid slowly warm her from the inside out.
As he introduced himself, she saw the warm cloak that had been handed him then smiled as he held it out. "Oh that looks so warm, if the bartender wouldn't mind me using it for a bit I would love it."
Still sipping her second mug of cider, she looked up from the container and saw that he was still holding the cloak. She quickly set the mug on the table to reach out for the cloak. As she did, she added, "Oh... I forgot, my name is Bre'Cheye. A lot of people call me Bre, some call me Breezy."
At the mention of her childhood nickname, a memory of her abusive father crossed her mind that caused her to momentarily lose all recognition she was sitting in a tavern. She saw herself as a small child, hiding in a wardrobe in a back bedroom and listening to the man she had never even laid eyes on. In her mind she could hear him yelling at her mother and hear the crashing of various objects that her mother had sitting around the living room.
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Post by Irishman on Oct 30, 2009 16:11:05 GMT -5
*Michaelys sat there holding the cloak as a far away look came into her eyes. After a moment he set the cloak in his lap.*
"Miss? Miss Bre'Cheye?" Hesitating to touch her, as he saw a look of pain momentarily touch her eyes, Michaelys spoke again.
*Keeping his voice down so as not to attract attention, "Bre'? Are you ok? Bre'?" He lightly touched the back of her hand.
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Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Oct 30, 2009 18:35:23 GMT -5
Hearing her name and then a touch to her hand, she looked in the direction it was coming from and realized it was the man who had played the beautiful music; Michaelys was what he had called himself.
"I don't know what made me remember my nickname," she finally replied, a slight smile creeping on her face. "It's just... I guess, well since that war I have a memory pop into my head at odd times."
Seeing the cloak in his lap, she nodded and added, "I don't suppose I could wear that could I?" With the memory still fresh in her mind, she did her best to push it aside by concentrating on the man who had charmed her with his music; the tunes having a calming effect on her.
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Post by Irishman on Nov 4, 2009 21:02:21 GMT -5
"For certain!" Michaelys stands up and opens the cloak for her. "Here, step into this then get comfortable"
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