Dalamar
The man standing before you is about 6'2 tall and weighs about 170 lbs. He has greying brown hair and wears a pair of black pants, a grey shirt and a brown hooded cloak. What hits you most about this man is the steel blue eyes that seem to penetrate through your very soul as he returns your gaze.
Eleanore
You see a young woman in her late teens or early twenties. Her body is slender, almost painfully so, her height short, and her movements often clumsy and slow. Her long, slightly wavy brown hair, full of golden-red highlights, hangs loosely down her back. Her vibrant green eyes shine brightly and her small lips are usually curved in an impish smile.
She wears a faded and worn dark green dress which fits her well. The dress, made of a velvety material, falls to just above her knees and emphasizes her slender body and bright green eyes. Finally, upon her left wrist is a single silver bracelet while upon her feet are a pair of well-used black docs.
Nojh
Nojh is human. That much is obvious. Standing at a little under 6 foot, he does not appear to be very athletic. A good guess would put his age at about 18 or older. Skinny from what you can tell his face appears to hold his only defining features. His raven black hair covers most of his head and most of the time at least half his face. Any features seen contribute to the look of a wolf hiding behind a human mask. His eyes grey, his face is not all together handsome or even pleasant but it has its moments. Like his smile brightens almost all the features of his face save the eyes. The eyes always seem to be open and have some sort of hidden emotion in them.
Nojh's taste in clothing always seems to lack something...maybe taste. But he always has some sort of style. A real leather jacket is always somewhere on him and looks like it was maybe pre-apoc. Otherwise he usually dresses in some sort of pants and a t-shirt too large for him. Other than his face you rarely see any sort of skin. His hands are sometimes covered in gloves that leave his fingers alone for the most part. Shoes conform always to some type of boot that are always on the verge of falling off his feet. The type changes weekly and sometimes
daily.
The over all impression of Nojh is not one of a warming sort of person. He finds himself in the habit of brushing his hair out of his face for the most part. He sports a small gold band on his right hand ring finger.
Silverhammer
A country lordling dressed for travel -- his soft leather jacket, boots, and leggings are cut from the richest midnight blue, and under his coat, a heavy woolen shirt guards against the winter's chill. On his left hand he wears a well-used falconer's gauntlet, and on his right, a silver ring set with blood. His skin is pale, almost translucent, and his long hair is the color of new-fallen snow. "An albino," you think, until you see his eyes...
Joint Erosion
The interior of the Joint Erosion is surprisingly large. On your right as you enter is a bar area, noisy and smoky, with a mirrored wall in the back. Steel bars, like those of a prison, separate that from the main area, which is set up like a restaurant, with tables of plastic, glass, metal, and even one of redwood, most valuable now that all the trees are gone. Human waiters and waitresses flit between the tables, unobtrusively fetching the customers what they desire. Tall bay windows overlook the Chasm, mists and ghosts occasionally drifting over to press their sharp, unforgiving faces against the glass.
The atmosphere is of decay, decadence, violence bound under a taut surface of civility. Fashionably rotten ethics and cynical wit define the ambience. Clever phantoms dance on the walls, dispersed among the live clientele. Someone is always talking, someone is always listening, someone is always watching. You may not know who. It may be you. But on the whole an uneasy truce holds over the Joint Erosion. Opposites sit down and glare, but leave the war for another time, another place. Here one remembers the things one has in common with one's fiercest rival, be it a love of gardening or contempt for Cathedral slaves.
Contents:
Though the air inside the Joint Erosion is smoky and stale, it's still preferable to the pollution outside.
Kevin, the bouncer, gives Eleanore a quick glance on her entry into the room.
Kevin, the bouncer, just looked at you.
One of the walls near the back of the bar is all torn up, exposing the support columns underneath. Silverhammer leans close, examining the metalwork...
Nojh looks at the wall passively and huhs softly "Remodeling.." he murmurs heading towards a table.
Nojh sits down at Wolfram.
Eleanore steps slowly, if not tiredly, into the JE. Pausing at the entrance, she takes a moment to study the other patrons and the rest of the bar. She frowns slightly, in confusion, at the torn up wall and, noticing Nojh, heads over to his table.
You sit down at Wolfram.
At your table, Nojh blinks a bit, not really expecting any company. He nods to Eleanore as she sits "Hello."
Silverhammer doesn't seem to notice the newcomers. He just keeps working...
Eleanore smiles warmly at Nojh as she sits across from him. "Surprise!" she says, possibly, a little too loudly.
At your table, Nojh hrms a bit, raising a brow "Surprise?"
Every so often, Silverhammer lays a hand against one of the support columns. A slight ripple of cold white fire works its way up the column into the rest of the building, causing it to shake slightly but not really endangering anyone.
"Eleanore laughs giddily. "Yes, surprise" she states a little more quietly to Nojh. "You've not seen me in ages! Poor you" she says, gazing at Nojh as if in pity."
Eleanore gazes curiously at Silverhammer as she waits for Nojh to reply.
Nojh raises a brow again, then chuckles "Yeah sure..poor me" he mumbles ordering something.
Eleanore smiles in response. "How have you been?" she asks Nojh, reaching across the table as if to take his hand.
Nojh shrugs faintly, ignoring the hand for the most part and he throws a DC for a drink and sips it. "Fine. You?"
Dalamar emerges from the wooden door at the back of the room.
Dalamar has arrived.
Nojh sits at the table, drinking some milk out of a mug, Eleanore with him who's hand is outstretched across the table to cover his for some unknown reason even he is unsure of.
Eleanore nods, considering Nojh's answer . . . "Fine? That's it?!" she says, once more speaking a little too loudly. She regards Nojh, smiling impishly, and pats his hand. "I don't know . . . that's not much of an answer" she states at last.
Dalamar wanders from out of a back room and looks around at the bustling activity in the bar.
One of the walls near the back of the bar is all torn up, exposing the support columns underneath. Silverhammer leans close, examining the metalwork...
Nojh blinks faintly and shakes his head "I didn't know my answer would be under trial here..I don't have the time nor the energy to give you a fuller account of my mental, physical and emotional condition...even" He doesn't have that sorta patience.
Dalamar's gaze pauses momentarily at the table where Eleanore sits.
Dalamar, smiling to himself, turns his attention to the man standing by the hole in the wall and after a pause wanders through the crowd towards him.
Dalamar nods to Silverhammer and says quietly "I see your work has begun. How goes it?"
Eleanore considers Dalamar briefly before turning back to Nojh with a slightly annoyed frown but, for the moment, she is silent as she regards him.
Silverhammer straightens up and glances over his shoulder at Dalamar. "Slowly. As in all things new to me, I learn as I go."
Nojh silently regards Eleanore, but he isn't annoyed. He just sips his milk rather amused by all this.
Dalamar nods "I agree whole-heartedly with that philosophy."
Silverhammer nods. "Although I do not relish the prospect that I will be undertaking this alone. My calls for additional labor have gone unanswered..."
Eleanore speaks slowly, choosing her words carefully as she does so . . . "Nojh, I have considered you a friend since I first met you. If you do not have the time or the energy to tell me how you are then . . . " She pauses here but only for a brief moment. "Then I am very annoyed at you!" Again, her voice carries beyond the table she shares with Nojh.
Dalamar chuckles "Well maybe your incentives should be a little more attractive" He pauses again to chuckle and then says "If you need help maybe I can be of assistance. My physical bearing however does not lend itself to manual labour"
Silverhammer smirks. "What do you know of quarrying, then?
Dalamar laughs a little louder "Probably much less than you. As far as I am concerned it's either a place to get stone or something a predator has its eye on."
Silverhammer bahs loudly and jokingly waves Dalamar away.
Dalamar says "But, seriously, I did help in the building of the Occult College."
Dalamar says "Maybe I can help you with the labour problem after all."
Silverhammer appraises Dalamar. "How so?"
Dalamar looks around a little furtively, and then says "I could provide you with a few men to carry stuff back and forth for you."
Dalamar adds quickly "So long as you did not make their instructions too complicated I am sure I could manage."
Nojh blinks very faintly, chuckling softly "Excuse me. Well currently my insanity is on the or breaking my walls, I'm stressed but happy, I'm currently thinking of over 300 ways to die by loss of any type of liquid to my body and I'm enjoying a mug of milk. I find my eyes itching a little and my left toe has been stubbed three times over the last day. I have two singed burns on my back from wrestling with Onyx and my ears ring from his howls. I'm somewhat hungry and regretting the fact that I have a complete tolerance towards drunkenness. Otherwise I'm fine."
Silverhammer quirks warily at Dalamar's hidden meaning. "T'would go against the whole intent of this. If I were to allow myself such conveniences, I would do as well to raise this building up myself using the power I already command."
Dalamar nods more seriously "I did not realise that was your intent. I apologise for offering such services. But, alas, my physical strength does not permit me to conduct much manual labor and as you know the workforce is non existent these days. Therefore, in the past I have been forced to use other-worldly means to get something accomplished."
Silverhammer sighs a little sadly. "How well I know..."
Eleanore laughs in response to Nojh's fuller account of himself. "Who's Onyx?" she asks a moment later.
Nojh shrugs faintly "The Hellhound.." he murmurs "Too smart for his own fur asshole who keeps burning down Market Square by accident and keeps my cave clean at the expense of a few Blessed or Damned humans a week."
Eleanore nods, yawning tiredly. "I should go now" she tells Nojh. "I have . . . work to do."
Nojh blinks a bit "What? That's it? You sit down, make me say how I am and leave?"
Eleanore nods slowly . . . "I am not well these days" she states bluntly. "Drop by the GA soon - please?"
Nojh nods simply, watching Eleanore with impassive eyes.
Dalamar idly listens to the conversation that occurs at the table.
Eleanore sighs softly and then proceeds to make her way out.
Nojh
Ancanus
Silverhammer
Shalfa
Kevin, the bouncer,
Pool Table
Bill the barkeep
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