Group role-play: RP channel log 4

[RP]: (Athawe Ranlien): It is late. The moon is full, bathing Boktor in a soft, gentle light. Athawe rubs her eyes, and looks around. The empty bed suggests that Khuldir was still out. She smiles, then stands carefully, one hand on her swollen belly.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The air smells crisp.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien stretches, then leaves the room, carefully locking the door. She yawns again, then heads down the stairs, supporting her bulk on the rail. She makes a face. She felt so awkward.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): A knock is heard at the door. A visitor? At this hour?
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The air still smells crisp.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): Another knock is heard.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): This time much louder.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien trots along the road at a brisk pace, anxious to be back with his wife. Smiling to himself as he fingers the small pouch on his waist. 'I hope she likes it.' he whispers to
himself.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Another knock.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The bartender yawns in the tavern somewhere down the road.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): Throughout the tavern, the knocking is heard. The person knocking sounds angry and wants to be let in.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The knocker swears, 'BELAR! Open up!'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien lowers herself into a chair and looks up. The tavern was still closed. She could hear a knock on the door, and the sound was irritating.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien frowns as he sees a figure standing outside the tavern. 'Who could that be?' he wondered. A sudden chill goes down his spine. Picking up his pace, he tries to reach the figure before the barkeep could open the door.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barkeep yawns some more.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): He walks towards the door.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The strange knocker is wearing a mantle with flames embroidered into it. It looked to be the most fancy thing that had been seen in Boktor for many a year.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): His cold hands reaching the door knob.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The door knob feels equally cold and the bartender shivers queasily.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Brr.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): He twists the door knob and slowly lets the door ajar.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien looks up as the barkeep finally reaches the door. Her head hurts.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The stranger pulls his hood over his face so nobody can see it. At his side, there is a brilliant sword. There seemed to be ancient writing upon the blade.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'The tavern isn't open yet good man,' the barkeep mutters.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien rubs her eyes again, and puts her head in her hands. She'd had headaches before, but this one was bad. She was hoping Khuldir would come back soon.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The knocker says 'I think it is open.' He tosses the barkeep a tiny bag of Tolnedran crowns.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barkeep's eyes gleams. 'Is there anything I can do for you?'
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The stranger says 'I fancy a glass of mulled wine.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Coming right up! Please make yourself feel at home!' The bartender scurries back to his counter.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The stranger notices Athawe in the corner of the room.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): With a steady step, the stranger approaches Athawe.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien steps into the room right after the figure, panting slightly.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien looks up as someone walks toward her. Her eyes blur for a moment, and she blinks.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The stranger in a raspy voice says, 'Hello Athawe.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Mulled wine you say good man?' The barkeep shouts from behind the bar.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The stranger shouts back, 'Yes!'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien blinks. "Maochro?" She looks at him in disbelief. A smile crosses her pale face, and she stands, her hand reaching for his.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'It's been quite some time Ath.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien looks around the bar for the figure, and finds the figure standing close to his beloved.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien grins. She steps around the table and hugs him tightly. "It certainly has."
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'So, either you've had too much food, or you're pregnant.'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien blushes.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos smiles happily.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien says 'Is it that obvious?' She makes a face and places a hand on her abdomen. Her wedding ring flashes in the dim light of the tavern.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'You still haven't answered.'
[RP]: Maochro Khayos chuckles politely.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barkeep approaches the rich stranger. 'Mulled wine for you sir.'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien says 'Yes, Maochro. I'm pregnant.'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien giggles.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien strides towards his wife with a tense smile on his face.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Thanks barkeep.'
[RP]: Maochro Khayos takes the wine and begins to drink
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien says 'Hello dear.'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien smiles, her pale face brightening.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos turns around quickly.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien says 'Maochro, I'd like you to meet my husband, Khuldir.' She smiles again, stepping around Maochro to embrace her husband.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Hello Khuldir. I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into.'
[RP]: Maochro Khayos chuckles politely.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien steps back and grins. "Khuldir, this is my good friend Maochro."
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien extends his hand towards Maochro. 'And it's nice to meet you too Maochro.'
[RP]: Maochro Khayos shakes Khuldir Ranlien's hand.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Haven't I seen you before, Khuldir?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barman burps.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien smiles again, and steps back to let her husband and her old friend get acquainted. Her headache had returned full force, and she closes her eyes, her hand pressed against her forehead.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien grins. 'I'm a merchant, it's not very surprising to have seen me before.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien looks at Athawe with concern. 'Are you feeling unwell dear?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Feeling sleepy, the lanky barman heads back to his counter and takes a nap.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Wait a second,' He then pulls up Khuldir's sleeve and sees a scar. 'So, it was you I hit with my sword because of your prices.'
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Oh wait a second, that's dirt.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien chuckles politely.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien tries to smile through the pain. "I'm fine, love. It's just a little headache." Her face had gone pale again, however, and she trembles.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): It begins to rain outside and it grows steadily darker. Lightning is seen in the sky and it is followed by thunder.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien holds Athawe by an arm and tries to support her. Smiling at her gently, he says 'I think you should retire to bed dear, you look tired. Don't wait up for me every night.'
[RP]: Maochro Khayos looks through his pockets and finds a green coloured book.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien kisses her husband gently. "I'm fine, sweety." She sits back down in the chair, and smiles up at her husband and her friend. "Sit, Maochro. Tell me what you've been up to."
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Well, as you can see by my mantle and my other clothes, I've done quite well. I've managed to actually keep my money away from Ordici.'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien giggles.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Athawe, you don't look well at all. Something's wrong.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien sighs as he mutters about stubborn women and mules. Going up to their room, he rummages the closet for a nice warm shawl for his wife.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos shrugs and pulls out his ancient blade.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien beams a smile at Maochro Khayos.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien says 'I'm fine, Mao.'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien says 'I think I'm getting close, is all.'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien says 'And I'm glad you've done well for yourself.'
[RP]: Naraj walks through the tavern door and finds a seat at a table towards the back of the room.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien hugs Maochro Khayos.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos smiles happily.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien says 'How is Xanya, by the way?'
[RP]: Naraj looks at the barkeep and says "A tankard of your finest ale."
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'She had to go back to the Dryad forest. She said something about some seeds and dirt.'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien giggles.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos cleans the ancient blade.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien carefully checks Maochro's hand for a wedding band.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos hides his ring so Athawe can't laugh.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien giggles.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barkeep snores behind his counter.
[RP]: Naraj pulls out his pipe and starts to smoke it as he casually takes a look at everyone in the room.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien hugs Maochro again. "I'm so happy for you." She mutters "And it's about damn time, too" under her breath.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'dang it.'
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'I thought I hid my ring.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien mutters 'Where's that damn shawl??'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien giggles again. "Maochro, I'm a woman. Did you really think you could hide something like that from me?"
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Yes.'
[RP]: Naraj throws a pouch of gold at the barkeep "That should cover my drink and what ever anyone else wants in here."
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien giggles.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The door opens and a goat comes into the room. It's name tag says a single word. Belar.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien gasps in astonishment.
[RP]: Naraj puts down his pipe and pulls a small piece of paper out of his cloak.
[RP]: Naraj begins studying the piece of paper carefully and after a minute or two puts it back inside his cloak.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barkeep mutters in his sleep.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien looks over at the stranger with the pipe, and studies him carefully, before turning her attention back to the .. goat?
[RP]: Naraj lifts up his tankard of ale and finishes it.
[RP]: Naraj stands up, pulls the hood of his cloak over his head, and walks up to the barkeep.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The goat chews on a piece of paper sticking out of Maochro's pocket.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien glances up again, as the stranger moves. Something suddenly occurs to her. "Where'd Khuldir go?" She looks around, but can't see him anywhere.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'BELAR! You stupid goat! Don't eat that.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barkeep continues to snore.
[RP]: Naraj taps the barkeep on the head and says, "Wake up."
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Khuldir went upstairs, m'lady.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Stirring, the barman mutters, 'Eh?'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien says 'Oh..'
[RP]: Naraj says 'You haven't seen a man with a scar on both cheeks come in here lately have you?'
[RP]: Maochro Khayos gives the goat-slobbered piece of paper to Athawe.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Ath, you might want to read it.'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien raises an eyebrow at Maochro and delicately takes the paper between her thumb and forefinger.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Scars, cheeks,' the bartender's eyes squint. 'Not that I remember.'
[RP]: Naraj says 'He would be travelling alone, keeping rather quiet if he came in here.'
[RP]: Naraj says 'He might have flashed some angarak gold around here.'
[RP]: Naraj says 'Any of this sound familiar?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Red gold?' The barkeep now seems a bit more awake.
[RP]: Naraj says 'Yes red gold.'
[RP]: Naraj says 'He would probably have been dressed in some Nadrak clothing.'
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The goat begins to yawn.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Ah that..' Eyes gleaming again, the barkeep suddenly remembers more clearly. 'Yes Nadrak's attire.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien finally manages to pull out a nice, warm and very crumpled shawl out of the chest.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien mutters something quietly to himself.
[RP]: Naraj face turns grim "How long ago was he here?"
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien looks carefully at Maochro, then unfolds the sodden paper to read it. "Ath, Congrats on your recent marriage, and I heard you're also with child. I'm sorry I can't be there, so I sent this goat as a gift. Remember to bring the baby around sometime.”
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien gives a few shakes at the shawl and goes back to the bar.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Just yesterday, if I'm not wrong,' the barman grins.
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The goat known as Belar puts his head in Athawe's lap and then sneezes.
[RP]: (Athawe Ranlien): The note was signed by the leader of the Adventurers clan. Athawe looks up, then collapses, laughing hard.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien looks bewildered at the goat drooling over his wife...
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): The goat becomes unhappy of the sudden movement.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien says 'What the...'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien says 'Shoo! Ya randy goat shoo!'
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Hey Khuldir! You were replaced by a goat!'
[RP]: Naraj says 'Did he do anything out of the ordinary while he was in here, meet with someone or anything of that sort?'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien shrugs helplessly.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien giggles.
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'Once again, congratulations Khuldir and Athawe, I must leave now. Xanya probably has a ton of dirt by now. Fare well'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien laughs again. She stands up and hugs Mao tightly. "Give Xanya my love, won't you?"
[RP]: Maochro Khayos says 'I will'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien beams a smile at Maochro Khayos.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien gives Maochro a hug too.'Farewell and good luck on your marriage Mao.'
[RP]: (Maochro Khayos): With that, Maochro leaves the tavern and mounts his trusty steed, Shadowfax and adjusts his sword, Anduril, at his side, and rides off.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barkeep seems spaced out. 'Not of any sort. He did order some weird drink though.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien places the shawl around Athawe's shoulder, 'Get back to bed hon, it's late.'
[RP]: Naraj reaches into his cloak and pulls out a letter with the seal of the Western Army on it and hands it to the barkeep, "If you seem him again bring this to the palace and give it to Rhodar. He will reward you for your efforts."
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien smiles up at her husband. Standing, she wraps her arms around his waist and hugs him close.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barman's eyes gleam again. This must be his lucky day.
[RP]: Naraj reaches into his cloak again and pulls out another pouch of gold and hands it to the barkeep.
[RP]: Naraj then turns around and walks back out into the stormy night.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien says 'Oh, and before I forget. Beloved, I have something for you, I had it specially made by a goldsmith.'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien pulls away, and looks at her husband questioningly.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien pulls out a ring from his pouch and hands it over to Athawe.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien gasps in astonishment.
[RP]: (Athawe Ranlien): Tears spring to her eyes as she examines the ring. Her simple wedding band pales in comparison to the ring her husband had just handed her. It is gold, the band set with emeralds and garnets.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien looks inside the ring, women's intuition screaming at her. There is an inscription. Her lower lip trembles as she reads it.
[RP]: (Athawe Ranlien): "My Beloved. Now I know what love is. Always, Khuldir."
[RP]: (Athawe Ranlien): The tears fall. Her hands trembling, she removes her old wedding band and replaces it with her new one. She looks at Khuldir, her heart beating wildly. The tears flow
unashamedly.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barkeep takes out a small banjo and strums it. Then he proceeds to sing a romantic tune for the couple.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien looks at Athawe and smiles at her. 'Now, let's get back to bed dear.'
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien nods, and kisses her husband gently. Taking his hand, she leads him up the stairs and into their room. The door closes ...

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