A Kingdom's Fate (Rp): Ended.

[Slycne]

Everything in its place serving its function. Was the feeling Vik'nar got exploring Ellondra's home.

He'd managed to duck away from the servant showing him to his assigned room, much to the poor man's chagrin, and he partook in his interest in seeing what the home said about its master.

The estate mirrored its owner in many ways. Everything was exquisitely maintained, even rooms that showed sign of not having been occupied in some time. Prepared for any situation. He then made note that all the weapons on the wall looked equally as carried for. No doubt the house itself could rise up and go to war.

That's not to say it wasn't without its own unique fascinations. Vik'nar wasn't quite sure what to make of the impressive collection of insects cataloged and on display throughout the halls. She'd never really talked of her hobbies. It was at first a little creepy and off-putting, but he soon shrugged and decided that his borderline obsession with cooking was likely of similarity and started to feel a connection to someone else who shared such passion.

Vik'nar somehow unconsciously brought himself to the kitchen, much to the surprise of the staff, who were simultaneously trained to be polite and accommodating to guest but were none the less shocked to find that one of them was wandering the halls unattended. He quickly apologized and convinced them to let him commandeered a few items to make another batch of his coffee.

He took the prepared kettle and a pair of mugs to the sitting room opposite the master bedroom's doors. Content to relax with a cup before heading to bed and curious to see if the smell alone would entice Ellondra out. Why the insect collections? He was eager to sit with her and ask.

 

[Lambi]

Landon stepped inside Ellondra's home with the others and was amazed by it's magnificent looks. Not many homes or houses he'd been to that looked so great and fantastic. A servant of Ellondra's showed him to his room and he asked the others to wake him up when they'd leave. He wasn't much hungry at the moment, he'd had a good enough meal at one of the taverns in town and after the door was closed, he took his armor and sword off. He then lied down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about what Vik'nar's cousin had said back in Herelden. After a few moments he grew tired and fell asleep.

 

[lewism247]

Acento was led to his room by on of the servants, he seemed a tad nervous, making sure to be as polite and helpful as possible. His room, like the rest of the house, was finely decorated but had a slightly cold feel to it. It seemed like the room hadn't been used in a while but it was certainly comfortable. After much insistence the servant left Acento alone. He dropped his things, making sure not to make too much of a mess and lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

After a few minutes he got up and decided to get a close look at the array of weapons on display but made sure to steer clear of the collection of insects, impressive as it was, it made Acento feel uncomfortable.

 

[The Zango]

'I'm beginning to see Ellondra in a new light'

'Yeah as a weirdo, bug lady'

Ra'ive shook his head to try and dispel the voice, the BlackRock embargo didn't seem to be quieting the voice and he was beginning to get nervous. He'd heard tales of men with voice's in their heads, driven to destruction by a tormentor of their own construct.

'Maybe Skaar did something to me? I wouldn't put it past that bastard.'

Ra'ive let himself fall onto the bed he'd been provided with and despite the many, many bugs and mysterious nick-nacks, Ellondra's home was pleasant to say the least. Well pleasant compared to filthy inns, the insides of caves and occasionally even the streets.

'Hmm, what's that smell? Is Vik'nar preparing something for the group again? What an odd fellow, still his 'hobbies' are more socially acceptable than my own'

He took off his cloak and laid his claws on the bed, so that he was simply wearing his black robe, as to not frighten Ellondra's servants. Better to be nervous around the strange masked man than terrified of the blade wielding, hooded, masked, psychopath.

With the hood down his shoulder length, silver hair was free and exposed for all the world to see, yet his mask remained fixed in place. Some conventions he would not break.

He opened the door, followed the smell he now typically associated with Vik'nar to a sitting room and was unsurprised to find him sitting in a chair wielding a pair of coffee mugs, one Ra'ive assumed was for Ellondra. He smiled behind his mask, perhaps this was meant to be a private audience between the two.

"You mind if I join you? I would like to discuss our plans for The Guild"

Spoiler: Ooc

Que Ra'ive, tense conversation preventer and borderline schizophrenic, at your service

 

[Slycne]

"It's certainly not my place to deny you, it's not my home." He responded, while waving him over. "But please we'll have plenty of time on that ship to discuss plans. Tonight, I'd much prefer to simply sit here and relax."

Vik'nar lifted one of the mugs above the back of the chair and pointed to it, indicating to one of the nearby servants to bring another one.

"Coffee?" He offered almost simultaneousness with the servant reappearing carrying a freshly cleaned mug. "So how are you enjoying service to the King?" Rai've wasn't quite the conversation partner he was looking for, but the chance to learn more about the mysterious man didn't present often.

 

[The Zango]

"Its interesting work to say the least" replied Ra'ive as shrugged and he took a seat not too far from Vik'nar.

"Tis also more... Crowded, than my usual vocation but the rewards are good. How about yourself?"

Ra'ive took the mug from the servant and unbuckled the hatch in his mask before he began to sip at the smooth brown liquid cautiously, testing the coffee with every part of his tongue for any hints of foul play. While Vik'nar had no reason to try and poison him, he still remained wary. Once satisfied he raised the mug to Vik'nar and nodded briefly.

"Old habits"

He began to drink larger sips of the coffee, letting himself enjoy its taste now that he was pretty sure it was ok.

 

[Slycne]

"It's a little chaotic, but it's opening doors that would otherwise be closed to me." Cautious. Vik'nar thought to himself as talked and observed Rai've testing the drink for poison. Though Vik'nar was probably a little too proud to poison his own cooking, it did bring about an interesting line of thought as to how to kill such a cautious person.

"Trust no one and you leave your back open and the same is said for trusting someone with your back." Repeating the paradox that often made circles around the more shadowy endeavorer. It occurred to him that they were opposites sides of that coin. Rai've secluding himself and taking solitary enjoyment in drugs. Vik'nar leaving himself open by trusting the company of family.

 

[Cinnonym]

"Making yourselves at home?" Ellondra had found the two of them in her kitchen. She was hardly surprised.

The Sergeant had done away with her armor and weapons in her own home, yet somehow did not seem any less militant. She approached the table and looked between the mugs perched upon it. "Sir Landon has gone fast to sleep. What are we discussing?"

 

[Slycne]

"I've not seen Acento or Evela since we've arrived either. I imagine they've decided to turn in early as well." He poured her a still pipping hot cup of coffee and held it out. "As for our discussion thus far. Well, our thoughts on working for the King and the opportunity it brings."

He paused to look between them both. "I didn't see either of you enter the clerics office, unsure of what to request?"

 

[Dragon_of_red]

Evela was amazed by Ellondr's house, it was quite large and different to what he had seen before. 'Its about the size of the entire monatary!' he thought to himself as he was being led to his room. He was amazed by all the bugs on the walls, he had only seen a few types, and some of these were rare.

He walked into his room and searched for a change of clothes, since he had made them wet after not properly drying himself after his swim. He found a robe similar to his old one and put it on. He took of his mask for a few seconds and looked into a mirror to look at his scar. It had spread, almost covering a complte third of his face, he might need a new mask soon. He began to scratch at it slightley, he hated the way it looked. It was just a lot of black swirls and indents in his face, it even covered his eye, making it harder to see out of.

He picked up his mask and put it back on. His stomach rumbled, he patted it and began to search for food. He found a servent who directed him towards the kitchen. He sad his thanks and blessed him, before going to find some food. Instead of food, he found some of the group, "Hello" He said to them all, "Lovely house you have here" he directed at Ellondra.

 

[Cinnonym]

For the first time since the moment she laid eyes on the bizarre man Ellondra was pleased to see Evela, sparing her an awkward conversation. She wasn't entirely sure how to approach the topic of the royal writ in her bag: she had no need of money, and where influence was concerned... performing her duty to the King would ensure her promotion in and of itself.

"Ah," she blurted out, realizing she'd not answered the mage, "Thank you kindly."

She sipped her coffee.

 

[Slycne]

"Evening." Vik'nar said to Brother Evela.

Filling the proceeding silence. "Well seeing as we are all congregating. Would anyone like to partake in a rather late but suitably light supper?" He had grown hungry and as always was eager to prepare food for others, it was just in his blood. He stood from the table and indicated for Evela to take his seat for the moment.

He had barely taken a step when he spun on his heels, quite embarrassed to have forgotten his manners. "That is if it's alright with you if I prepare something." He looked to Ellondra for approval to continue with his task.

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"I take it you probably have fresh fish on hand? And can you show me wear the pantry is?" Hmmmm fish pie or fish curry. I guess it will depend on what fruits she has stored. The ideas for a dish already circling his thoughts.

 

[Dragon_of_red]

At the hearing of food, Evela perked up and said "Yes please", he realised he hadn't eaten in quite a long while, he was used to not eating very often, the monastary didn't have the highest quality or amount of food, so it was rationed. He wanted to taste Vik'nars cooking, since he seemed eager to make it, he asusmed he would be very good at it.

 

[lewism247]

Acento followed the smell of food, whatever it was, it smelt good.

It took him to kitchen where the group sat.

"not interrupting anything am I?"

 

[Cinnonym]

"Certainly, work your..." Ellondra eyed Evela cautiously, "magic. The cupboard's just through that hall, at the left there. You'll not find any strawberries, though."

She gestured to Acento, welcoming him inside.

 

[lewism247]

At Ellondra's beckoning Acento entered the kitchen, pulled up a char and sat down

"A fine house you have, I didn't know you collected weapons"

Acento was careful not to mention the insects, the less he knew about them the better.

 

[Slycne]

"magic." Vik'nar blushed a little at the word and quickly disappeared around the hall to retrieve things from the pantry. "Hmmm, looks like fish curry it will be." He spoke to himself a low voice while he looked the items over. He returned to the kitchen with his prizes and selected a large stock pot from the hanging hooks above the stove.

"I hope you like spicy food." He said over the counter once he got the stove fire stoked and started to boil the water. It wasn't often that he prepared food in front of patrons, some considered it bad form or that cooking was a private matter - secret recipes and the like. Vik'nar simply hadn't had occasion to reason to, but he was determined to at least make some what of a show of it.

The tilapia he selected was filleted and potatoes peeled and diced with a flurry of speed and precision. The potatoes went into the boiling water to soften along with a few bay leaves and sea salt. The fish, onions, shallots, garlic and the spices - chili peppers, cumin and turmeric mostly - all went into a hot pan to cook up before joining the potatoes in the pot. After it had simmered and reduced to the consistency of a stew, he served it up in wide bowls to everyone.

Vik'nar took a seat up on the counter, bringing the bowl up to enjoy the smell and waiting for other to try their's before quelling his own stomach.

I'll have to deliver a basket of spices to replace the ones I used.

 

[The Zango]

Ra'ive looked in silent amazement at Vik'nar's stew, what that Sever could do in such a small amount of time was just short of magic. He nodded thankfully to Vik'nar and began to eat his stew gratefully.

'No need to check for poison, I saw him prepare it. he didn't have time to slip something in

He told himself but in truth he didn't want to seem distrustful of Vik'nar, he was one of the first companions he'd had in decades and, even though it was hard to admit, he was becoming a friend.

Ra'ive had not had such a thing in almost half a century, there had been the many, many women he'd befriended, but he'd trusted none of them (apart from a select few) and certainly wouldn't trust any with his meals, if not just for the fact that most of them couldn't cook to save their lives.

He looked around at the others at the table and he had to admit that they weren't bad people. He had yet to pass judgement on Acento's motives and general disposition, but he knew for sure Ellondra and possibly even Evla were trustworthy, whether he'd bestow them with trust was another matter but it was a step in the right direction to say the least.

'If the right direction means getting a knife in the back, being thrown in a dungeon or combusting! Once they've used you up they'll turn on you, you just wait and see'

Spoiler: OoC

I probably wont be able to post this weekend, I'm being dragged on some kind of excursion I'll post something in-depth or comprehensive on Friday before I leave and catch up on Sunday or Monday morning at the latest. Sorry if it causes inconvenience

 

[lewism247]

Acento took a sip of the stew, simply fantastic. If the smell was good it had nothing on the stew itself. Vik'nar certainly knew his way around the kitchen.

"Why didn't you say you were such a talented cook?"

 

[The Zango]

"Why didn't you say you were such a talented cook?"

Ra'ive shook his head slightly, yet visibly before he let out a small chuckle at Acento's comment.

"You should have heard him when we had first met, the entire trip he talked about perfectly glazed lamb or something but now I see he' as good as he professed to be"