TownCrier/Faction Attraction/House Paupers

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Title: Faction Attraction - House Paupers

Author: Yardie

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Chatelaine Traiva Verethundi the Frontier Philanthropist

She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Mrae'ni Clan.

She is petite in stature and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has smoldering, viridian-flecked dark hazel eyes and : rose-tinted ivory skin. She has hip length, softly curled deep cordovan hair woven with a simple sheer ebon silk headscarf into a thick braid, a few wispy tendrils framing her face. She has a heart-shaped face and high cheekbones. She has gilt-flecked hunter green lacquer brushed onto her faintly rounded fingernails. She has a pair of jade-veined elongated emerald wings adorned with some clouded smoky quartz ornaments stippled with gold motes.

She has some miniature faenor leaves joined by gilt branches in the ridges of both her ears, and a knotwork and dragonfly tattoo on her neck.

She is wearing a braided trio of ebon silk cords, a verdant-dyed floral lace corset contoured in tonal leather over a fitted scoop-necked black wool kirtle side-laced with golden cords, an intricate uncut emerald wristlet, a velvety suede multi-pocketed carryall clasped with a dragon's-tear diamond solitaire, and a pair of ebon fleece-laced corbeau leather knee-boots.

Adjutant Yunni Radottir Ardenai the Crimson Adventurer

Twisting vines writhe around Yunni, obscuring her in an ever-shifting barrier of thorns.

She appears to be an Elf.

She is taller than average and has a leanly muscled physique. She appears to be of a tender age. She has sparkling crystal green eyes and fair skin. She has long, braided strawberry blonde hair and a wide-brimmed hat of floppy woven straw worn at a rakish angle. She has a delicate face and thin eyebrows. Her features as a whole are androgynous in quality. The tips of her ears are shielded by a fan of gilded celaeun arrows spilling nacreous raven feathers, leaving the plumage to trace the orbital lobe.

She has a chain of intricate runes tattoo on her finger.

She is holding a tankard of Pauper's brew in her right hand.

She is wearing a soft crocheted vivid crimson rackhal scarf, a fitted dark leather jacket detailed with an ebon-lined wyvern rampant, a raven black flyrsilk tunic, a leaf-carved celaeun archer's ring, a pair of eahnor-buckled dark buckskin belts, a leaf-incised myklian horn suspended from a studded leather belt strap, some fitted pants of well-oiled black leather, and a pair of red-scaled thrak hide boots buckled down the sides.

Taytum

He appears to be a Human

He is tall. He appears to be very young. He has piercing crystal green eyes and olive skin. He has short, thick black hair shaved at the temples. He has a clean-shaven face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.

He has minor cuts and bruises on his chest, and some minor cuts and bruises on his left hand.

He is wearing a belt pouch, a rucksack, a little round mirror, a hunter green belt quiver, a threadbare pink woolen hood, a leather sheath, a crystal amulet, a pair of slashed leather shoes, a pair of satin-paned breeches, a jewelled flat cap, and a peascod-bellied doublet.

Trallihn the Terror of the Haunted of Jaketha Island

He appears to be a Dwarf.

Light spills from his nautilus shell ocarina, taking on the form of translucent, tendril-like waves that ripple around Trallihn in undulating patterns. They move like seaweed caught in an underwater current, casting a ghostly greenish glow that ebbs and flows with every movement.

Twisting vines writhe around Trallihn, obscuring him in an ever-shifting barrier of thorns.

He is stooped and has a withered, bony physique. He appears to have one foot in the grave. He has jaundiced yellowed eyes and leathery liver-spotted skin. He has a wrinkly, pallid scalp devoid of hair engulfed by a floppy sailcloth fishing hat shaped like an oversized three-eyed catfish, the tooth-adorned edge making it look like a creature devouring his head. He has a pock-marked and haggard face, a crooked wart-tipped nose and a long, matted brown beard heavily streaked with oily grime and singed in various places along its tangled length. An indigo sapphire eel is wrapped firmly around his ear, twists of ghezyte holding it tightly in place.

Superimposed over Trallihn's form is the ghostly silhouette of a dark elf assassin, a venomous expression on his face. As you watch, he glares around in harsh defiance, a deadly glint in his eye.

He has a faded sultry kobold maiden tattoo accentuated by crudely inked words on his wrist, a rolton skull bowling ball tattoo on his neck, a faded and blurry pierced heart tattoo on his forearm, and a tattoo of a little brown jug in faded and blurry ink on his wrist.

Mystical energies wash over him, trussing him in a shroud of pestilence and decay.

A budding sentient potato wearing a pitted and blackened stew pot is settled on his shoulder.

Though large, a salvaged steelhorn rolton skull lythurhuum rests upon Trallihn's head as if it is a natural part of him.

He is wearing a foul unrecognizable clump, a sinuous ghezyte corkscrew, a peculiar yellowed bone shard, an algae-tangled moth greatcloak of caliginous elesine, a dung brown flea hand-puppet garbed in tattered kobold skin pants, a scraggly kobold scalp fetish bearing a crude black death beetle tattoo, a crude rolton hide satchel slung over his shoulder, a shoddy carryall stitched together from overlapping desiccated eel carcasses slung over his other shoulder, a filthy cobweb-covered haversack barely held together with strands of burlap, a tacky flour sack waistcoat boasting gaudy fake wispstone buttons, a pitiful-looking makeshift harness over a set of ghezyte-spined kiramon carapace armor with a stretched-out yellowed undershirt underneath, a brown leather cigar sling, some somnis gauntlets, a six-tentacled octopus hide glove, a side-knotted frayed elesine sash, a second-rate kobold skin case whipstitched with knotted catgut bindings, a preserved rolton bladder, a stunted and gnarled Bresnahanini rolton horn, a torn and tattered filthy towel covered in questionable stains, a makeshift pair of grimy patchwork trousers, a mismatched pair of crusty socks under some white kidskin boots with black steel toes, and a three-legged bony ghezyte parrot.

Lord Tolwynn Verethundi the Fortune Seeker

He appears to be a Human from Seareach.

He is tall. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has tempestuous grey-green eyes and evenly bronzed skin. He has waist-length, thick jet black hair pulled back into a kelyn-bound braid. He has a chiseled angular face and slightly upswept ears.

He has a stylized green wisp marking on his neck.

He is wearing a mercurial urnon Ivas symbol, a sleek black cloth-of-veniom longcoat, a silk-edged cloth-of-silver shirt, some silvered black steel bracers, a matched trio of gilded black glaes wedding bands, a gilded black glaes band inlaid with wisp-patterned verdant jade accents, some emerald wisp-patterned sleek black leather pants, and a pair of polished black leather boots buckled with kelyn.

Introduction

Paupers, Rose Garden
Nestled amidst towering modwir and willow trees is an expansive rose garden that stretches across one entire side of the grounds. Surrounded by wrought iron fencing and trimmed verdant hedges, the garden embodies soothing tranquility as it mutes the sounds of the town. Lines of rose beds border a curving path that leads to the edge of a deep blue pond and a small wooden fishing dock. Tucked in near some shady trees is a worn wooden bench facing a bubbling rose quartz marble fountain. You also see an ale-stained driftwood crate, a small fire, an oversized canvas hammock, a small hole in the ground half shaded by the dock and a gilt-edged vellum work list. A rose quartz marble fountain bubbles peacefully. Reflected moonlight shines off the silver coins at the bottom of a rose quartz marble fountain. A halfling gardener meanders into view, taking the time to stop and water a few flower beds and other plants before heading off on other duties. His off-tune whistling follows him the entire time.

I had some familiarity with Miss Verenthundi.  In truth, we were rather good friends, and despite a host of different perspectives and beliefs, and despite her attractiveness reaching critical levels of danger, we always treated each other amiably.  Part of knowing her involved her penchant for punctuality.  So it was in my best interest to arrive early.

Chatelaine Traiva strides in with fluid grace, each footstep leaving behind a faintly glowing, deep emerald imprint of a sheep's hoof on the ground behind her. She walks over to the wooden bench and settles down for a few minutes' rest. She then flutters her wings, stirring the air slightly.

Amusingly, she did not see me.  Professionally, that it always the intent; however, in this case, either she mistook me for the flower girl and the fauna, or had been so preoccupied in her thoughts that she did not take note of my presence.  I found that odd, so I drew her attention.

Yardie: Tired?

Traiva laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement. She smiles.

Yardie: I imagine it went well?

Traiva nods to Yardie. "Very."

Yardie: Good to hear. Are there going to be any others showing up?

Traiva: Yunni said she would join us, and hopefully Trallihn and Tolwynn are on their way as well.

Yardie: Oh, then this got more interesting than anticipated.

Traiva: Oh?

Yardie (explaining): Multiple perspectives.

Traiva: That is a good thing. She nods.

Yardie: I think it is. So, you know how this goes since you've...er...done it before, though for a different organization.

Traiva nods. "Oh, of course." She smiles at first, then as she looks lost in thought, she stands up. "A moment." A trail of faintly glowing, deep emerald hoof-shaped prints follows Chatelaine Traiva as she moves out.

I noticed Yunni moving stealthily into the area. She grinned sheepishly and waved at me.  Next to her, a fierce snow leopardess returned to normal color.

Yunni (greeting): Good evening.

Chatelaine Traiva strides in with fluid grace, each footstep leaving behind a faintly glowing, deep emerald imprint of a sheep's hoof on the ground behind her. A silver-traced carved mahogany cart comes rolling slowly into the room and stops.

I gave Yunni a friendly hug, stirring the scent of tilled soil intertwining across dew-laden verdant botanicals, the heady notes of earthy loam and naefira-blended tea leaves concealing a whisper of worn leather from her skin.  Yunni hugged me.  I met Yunni in Ta'Vaalor, I believe, but she frequented her nights in Plur's Pub.  I appreciated and admired her joy. She was a rather cheerful person, optimistic and an enjoyed of company and a good drink.

Traiva: There we go.

Yunni grins sheepishly at Traiva. Yunni hugs Traiva, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Traiva gives Yunni a lingering kiss, first on one cheek, then the other. "It feels wrong to not have some refreshments nearby." Traiva grinned impishly.

Yardie: Well, that makes sense. Fits the brand, eh?

On the carved mahogany cart: Food/Drink [11]: a fresh mixed fruit kabob, a stemless flute of orange-infused sparkling white wine, some rum-soaked vanilla cake, a tankard of Pauper's brew, a gilded glass of opalescent green absinthe, a rich chocolate brownie topped with a merlot glaze, a beer batter sausage biscuit, a cup of hot fresh-roasted full-flavored coffee, a sugar-dusted strawberry, a tall stein of Bartender's cherry mead, a goblet of warm blackberry brandy

Yunni flashes a wide grin. She nodded.

I poured myself a tankard of Pauper's brew.  I had cut down on my libation consumption, but when in Paupers...

Yunni pours herself a tankard of Pauper's brew.

Yardie (to the brew): I'll be on brand tonight, though I've been sobering up as of late.

I took a drink from Pauper's brew. The bubbly brew slowly worked its way down my throat, burning and tickling my throat.  I drank poisons that rivlaled the ferocity it stung down my esophagus.

Traiva laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement. "Oh, there is some coffee.."

Yardie: As I told Miss Luxie, I don't drink coffee. I was here a few weeks ago for the TownCrier interview.

Yunni gasped at me.

I did.  I've been an avid tea drinker, and I never cared for the bitterness that coffee provided, instead, settling on the earthy taste of a nice mild tea.  To this day, I maintain that others think me odd for this.

Yunni gazes thoughtfully at her Pauper's brew.

Traiva looks lost in thought. "Tea? I could grab some quickly."

Yunni: But coffee stouts are the best."

Yardie: No need. Though I appreciate the hospitality.

Traiva (graciously): Of course.

Traiva looks lost in thought.

Yunni fidgets. She takes a drink from her Pauper's brew and looked rather relaxed.

Yardie: Shall we begin? Or are we still waiting on Traillhn.

I sniffed the air.  One could spell Trallihn from an ocean away.  Tabubu referred to him by the moniker of the threat in Mist Harbor, The Ancient Filth.  I thought the name lacked originality and did little justice to the Living Landfill that was the Khanshael Dwarf.  His personality was anything but filthy, warm like fresh dung, his heart and charm soft like the most pungent snot. Once he arrived, it would be hard to miss...and hard to breathe, in fairness.

Traiva: We can wait a few minutes to see if anyone else comes, or we can start.

Yardie: Smells clean, so he's not nearby.

Yunni chuckled.

Traiva shakes her head at you and clucks her tongue.

Yardie: We can give it five more minutes. (to Traiva): I'm not saying anything that is untrue!

Traiva: Oh, we know.

A fierce snow leopardess settles on her haunches, her tail flicking restlessly.

Yunni nods knowingly.

I petted the leopardess, scratching her neck affectionately. "And what's your name?"

Yunni smiles. (introducing) "That's Zara."

Yardie: Hello Zara!"

Yunni (whispers aloud): Despite her initial plans of making me a meal, she is quite the companion.

I chuckled at Yunni.

Yunni shoves playfully at the snow leopardess, who bats playfully at her with a paw before jumping to the side in attempts to avoid her touch.

Yardie: I imagine it was the same for my brothers.

Yunni blinks.

People often forgot that my brothers were rangers.  In fact, most of the people that are important in my life and in my heart happened to have that touch for plants, nature, wildlife, and the like.  Vaerno, Draelor's wolf, had enough of a temper to maul someone.  Captain Foof, my brothers samoyed, was a different story.

Traiva poured herself a stemless flute of orange-infused sparkling white wine and took a drink from it, relaxing. (thoughtfully). "Anyone else can jump in as they get here, no?"

A young watery-eyed girl wanders into the area plucking petals from a rose and whispering, "He loves me. He loves me not." Having run out of petals, the girl strolls off to find another rose.

Yardie: They can. Certainly.