• Closed • When A Triumphant Returns

[Patrick]

Vhalar 35 718

Location: Patrick's Old Flat? (Continued from Here)

Something was very off. Patrick just watched as the room around him dissolved but then in that blink of an eye, it had been reconstructed to the same sort of room he would've recognized as home. So... they worked! The boots actually did bring him back home! Yet why on Idalos.... "Aaaah!!" A shriek accompanied with the sound of a shattering plate made him jump up, Patrick realized that he was back in his flat to be sure except that he wasn't alone. Over by the wash basin was a brunette woman in a cleaning gown, her expression filled with pure awe at the sudden stranger sitting at the edge of her bed. "Who the hell are you?! Where did-"

Wow did everything look and smell different. The room smelt of perfume and was decorated with ornamentals and plants, something far more elaborate than the way he left it before hand. Quickly though he got up to move for the door and jiggle the knob a few times, surprised to find it actually required the jiggles to twist before opening. That same wooden creak he always heard groaned and sure enough he could see the walkway as well as the stairs, and further out into the street was the sight of the place he called home. Rharne. "It... worked."

"Get out of my flat!! Get out!!" Patrick turned to face the yelling woman and dunked when he saw an object flying his way, the resulting sound of glass breaking suggested that she'd thrown a bottle at him. Typical. But she called it her flat? Her flat?!

"Whoa whoa!" He called out with hands raised as she already started to reach for another bottle. "Take it easy! I-"

"Out with you creep!! Get out!!" She hurled the bottle and this time it sailed right next to him, smashing against the doorway as glass flew everywhere near him. Patrick couldn't help but jump and back his way out the door, complete and utter surprise cast at the woman as she stormed her way towards him.

"Alright! Alright! I'm out!"

"Don't you come back or I'll call the Knights next time!!" She warned with a kitchen knife pointed at him, her eyes locked in a fury as she shot a death glare before the woman slammed the door. Patrick stood there for about a Bit completely dumbfounded by what he just experienced, until Ri'ku fluttered out from the pocket of his vest. "That's weird."

"It... looks like someone moved into your old home."

"No kiddin." He remarked with a look from the winged entity towards the door. "And she's a crazy bitch!!" Of course he had to have the last word, even if it meant he was walking away homeless from what used to be his flat. He heard the door creak open and with a glance over the shoulder, saw that the brunette stomped her way out with knife still in hand. The drunkard couldn't help but up his pace as he chanted "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."

When he was well enough away and the woman didn't give any chase, he finally relaxed as he walked through the streets of the Earth Quarter again. Was this really Rharne? It felt so different now that he'd managed to come back, hell last he knew he had a place to stay before he left! "What now?" Ri'ku checked as she flew in close next to his left ear.

"Now we pay a visit to a couple old friends. See what all's gone down while I've been gone." He answered even if it sounded as though he talked to himself in that moment, the first person he could think was his best place to stop at was Daveth at the Bronze Boar. If anything he'd be able to help Patrick out for a Trial or two, since it'd take a little while to settle back in and get a place lined up to stay at.

"Pat", "Ri", "Dom", "NPC"

[Yavanna]

✾ Vhalar 35, 718 ✾
✾ Mood: Calm
✾ Current Thought: Great another Drunk -_-
✾ Current Theme: Beautiful Dangerous

✾ The young Naerikk was enjoying the trials she spent in the city of Rharne. It wasn't home like Augiery, but it was a close second. She was getting rather used to being a Thunder Priestess, and today happened to be her off day.

She was sitting within the Bronze Boar and had been just enjoying the atmosphere of the place. She was wearing her black leather armor piece, a long black coat, and figure-hugging pants and boots. Her plate mail gloves sat in her lap, just in case she needed them for one of the unruly drunks.

It was hard, as she needed to maintain her cover, and it killed her not to be able to punch some creeps face in for slighting her, but she figured that isn't how a Thunder Priestess would act. In any case, she sat there and could feel Xerxia pulling on her mind, which she tilted her head to the side. "You've been eerily quiet as of late Xerxia, what's up" she asked, looking around to make sure no one could see her at this moment.

He didn't speak, but he made sure she could tell what he was thinking. She nodded before looking around the bar. She didn't see anyone that was worth flaying to feed her partner. "You'll have to be a little more patient my friend, I can't risk jeopardizing this opportunity with this little sisterhood. Please just....just be patient." she urged him mentally, and kept her expression pleasant and not the worried concern that was creeping upon her.

Xerxia would have to deal, but part of her felt as if something was off with him, he hadn't spoken to her since leaving Volta and that did worry her considerably. As she was trying not to think about her harvester's condition, it seemed that she would no longer have to be off duty. Someone had definitely had one or maybe ten too many, and he was getting rowdy with one of the servers.

Slipping her gloves on, she approached with a nice bounce to her bust as she sauntered over to the man.

"I think the lass isn't too keen on your advances, but why don't you try your luck on a woman who can handle a big strong man like you?"

She purred, leaning down to look the drunkard in his face as her breast gave an enticing view.

The poor sap, he was soo hammered he couldn't see the bait he was taking, following the nearikk to the entrance of the bar, grabbing a handful of Yavanna's butt. She stopped abruptly and giggled

"I hope you enjoyed that handful, it feels great doesn't it?"

she asked, to which the boozed up male agreed, slurring his words as he spoke the filthy things he imaged he would do with her.

She smirked, and brought her leg back and up, effectively kicking the man in the jewels. The bar was filled with the sound of pain and agony as she stood there, looking at him as he laid on the ground in pain.

"Come now you are making quite the embarrassing scene."

she said, gripping a handful of hair and pulling the man to his feet.

"Damn you are fully packed huh, heavy prick."

she mumbled, dragging the man out the door and into the street.

"I think for the sake of my sanity, and your health you go home and sleep it off drunky, I hope you tipped your waitress."

she ordered, folding her arms under her bosom as she went back into the bar and found her seat, the server coming to her and thanking the Naer, before returning to tend to her other tables. ✾

"Speech"

[Aneka Tristal]

When A Triumphant Returns

Aneka sat at the bar, drink in hand as she was dreading how to approach her sister with a strange request, and even stranger questions. She didn't know what she felt. There were sparks flying everywhere when she held *his* hand, she kept gazing back at him when he's not looking, she felt her heart skip whenever they talk.

And just thinking about him gave her butterflies in her stomach and a tingle in her chest. She took a big drink from her mug of ale to shake away the thoughts, hopefully the ale would mask the blush on her face as inebriation rather than anything else.

As she drank, the words she was trying to form in her mind just seemed to slur, she couldn't think of a way to phrase her questions right that didn't make Ilia think she was love. Of course she wasn't! She didn't have plans on falling in love! Not until she's got into a stable career in the knights.

I am not in love! That's what she kept telling herself, if she believed it, was an entirely different kettle of fish altogether.

She was a bit too preoccupied with her drink to notice that her sister had a customer that was getting a bit too handsy with her. As she was about to get up and break a few bones, she needed the distraction from her emotional turmoil, someone else beat her to the punch so to speak. A rather beautiful, seductive, curvaceous, and generally just attractive black haired woman got to him first.

At first it seemed like she was flirting with him, and it left a little sour taste in her mouth, but as long as this guy leaves her sister alone, she'll be fine.

Aneka then just kept looking at the sexy woman, for some strange reason she can't keep her eyes off her. Her figure, her seductive walk, even the way she kneed the man in the groin made Aneka just feel... less adequate for some reason.

She wasn't attracted to this person, at least she think she isn't, but with each seductive bounce to her step, Aneka looked down on her own chest, usually wrapped tight so not to interfere with fighting or training. Would Cassidy like girls like this seductive woman? Maybe she needs to wear things less... tomboyish.

"Hold on... What am I thinking?" She said to herself quietly and looked at her drink, had she drunk too much? No, she barely had any. What was happening to her? She noticed Ilia thank the woman for intervening and that sorta burned Aneka somewhat, she was suppose to protect her family, but she let her thoughts make her pause, she needed to fix what's wrong with her head fast.

But for now she'd want to talk with her sister's savior, to properly thank her.

She walked over to her and gave her a friendly smile. "Hey there! Thanks for stepping in for my sis. I was about to, but you beat me to it." She said and looked at the seat opposite to this raven hair beauty. "My name's Aneka and is this seat taken?"


"Common", "Rakahi"

[Yrmellyn Cole]

Yrmellyn decided that it was time to go out for a drink and a chat. The Bronze Boar would be the right place for an attempt to sell a decorative bar painting.

She had as usual found good reason to postpone the restoration of the damaged apartment next door. She happened to own that apartment due to a not too smart deal one arc ago (link) when there had been so few options that she had finally setted for buying two apartments instead of one. It was troublesome, but so far the painter had managed to deal with the trouble by pretending that it didnt' exist.

It had seemed smart at the time, in theory. She had been planning to clean the apartment, repair what could be repaired, barter with some debris and get potential “questionable objects” examined by experts, if possible. Then she would rent it out, or sell it for a higher price than she had paid for it.

In practice she hadn’t come around to do anything of value. The neighbor apartment was still empty and in a horrible condition. The prospects for selling it without making a substantial loss seemed non-existent. No wonder. Who would want to live in an apartment where a mysterious accident had happened, and the former owner, a professor of some kind, had disappeared without a trace? Nobody, not even Yrmellyn herself. She had bought the twin apartments, but she lived on the nice side of the floor and avoided the messy.

To be honest she never opened the door to the place.

There was a ton of work to do in there ... sometimes she thought she would start at it, but there was always something more important that got in the way. Besides, Yrmellyn was reluctant to invest time and effort in it when she didn’t even know if she would be able to find a tenant or buyer. Yrmellyn counted on the rumors about the disaster apartment still being alive in the neighborhood. People loved that kind of stories and kept repeating them in the bars. She had heard it herself, in the small tavern nearby. Somebody had called it “the cursed apartment”.

People looking for an apartment would probably do as she had done, scout a bit, and ask questions in the adjacent tavern and in the workshops in the vicinity. They would know. Even if she restored the place it would still have a bad reputation.

Perhaps I could make an atelier of it. An atelier, with room for ... crafting?

The thoughts of the “cursed” apartment had made her go out. That way she could avoid to have a look at the place. It seemed better to drink beer and investigate Daveth's interest in acquiring decorative bar paintings. So, here she was now, on her way to The Bronze Boar.

[Patrick]

Still dressed in the clothes he wore while in Scalvoris which consisted of the green shirt and a brown leather vest over it, with the combination of the blue jeans all of which were the chiffon quality. His steps were more of a stride the closer he found himself arriving on the street where the bar remained, locating the Bronze Boar like so many times before Patrick found himself hit with an immense wave of nostalgia. How long ago was it he was here? He left last Zi'da to go off on a treasure hunt, and now for the first time in seasons he was about to walk in... and greet a whole bunch of old friends.

Seeing already a customer being kicked out by a stunning raven haired woman, it merely added into that since Patrick usually had front row seat to all of that. Yep. Nothing has changed. So imagine when he arrived at the door to walk in, the look on good old Daveth's face as the Ithecal noticed who just entered. "Faldrun's fiery shits!" The tall and scaled man called out with wide eyes, the enthusiasm already alerted a few of the customers of his presence. "Look who it is! Patrick Barnell is actually back!" Daveth cheered as he walked from around the bar to approach Patrick, who at this point in time could only grin at the warm welcome. It was no surprise when several of those at the bar seemed to smile and remark on this, since he used to work here all the time up until he left last Arc.

"Hey Dav, been a long time- Ngh!" The Ithecal's large arms seemed to briefly wrap around his torso, barely crushing him as Daveth laughed from the sound.

"No kidding! You up and leave with merely a note and don't send another word after? Half the people in here considered you dead at that point!" He almost sounded a little too excited now, maybe even a little bit scoldish given the tone near the end.

"Yeah, clearly that's how I wound up losing my flat." Patrick figured with a side scratch to his cheek, now that he put two and two together at least. A long time away with no word at all to anyone and people tended to think that way, so it probably didn't help one bit to suddenly pop back up and expect everything to be where you left it. "Honestly though a lot's gone on since then, and I was sort of hoping to talk with you about that."

"Well sure," Daveth quickly nodded, "Sure! But uh..." Gilded eyes seemed to glance from Patrick to the bar itself, mainly the large number of customers who probably needed refreshments. "Can we wait till closing time? Got our hands full here like usual."

Patrick who knew Daveth too well at this point looked at him with a soft grin, obviously the Ithecal wasn't going to say it outright. "Need me to help?"

"What?! You just got back!"

"And I'm not gonna be able to sit around and watch you work, so why don't I just go ahead and pitch in just like old times." Patrick remarked as he moved towards the bar and lifted the strap of his bag, once he hung that on a hook at the end he moved with Daveth right behind him still ready for a rebuttal. "Seriously though, I could use the distraction buddy. I'll tell you everything about my trip come time to close up."

"Alright then," The Ithecal sighed in defeat but still held a soft grin, "always was a stubborn ass back then. Good to know that hasn't changed, you mind running the floor for me while I manage the bar?"

"Would love to." Patrick responded with a grin as he pulled a rag from the counter and tucked it halfway in one of his back pockets. Sure enough with a platter brought back from the helper, who was rather fetching to look at, Patrick gave her a warm smile before getting his own set up with a few empty glasses. "What's selling tonight?" He called out to Daveth as the Ithecal returned to work at the bar.

"There's a table over there that ordered two beers, one cider, and a three shots of whiskey." Patrick reached in the back cabinet for three mugs, and then over to the left for three shot glasses. While it took him a second or two to remember where the whiskey bottles were kept, he didn't waste any time in prepping the the rest of the order on demand. So far not a damn thing about this place has changed in his time away, and so far that kept Patrick rather happy as he finished the preparation.

"Pat", "Ri", "Dom", "NPC"

Off Topic

Feel free to have Patrick approach your table after the delivery of this order Yvanna and Aneka. Looking forward to the interactions to come between everyone!

[Yavanna]

✾ Vhalar 35, 718 ✾
✾ Mood: Calm, Intrigued
✾ Current Thought: Well arent you just adorable
✾ Current Theme: Beautiful Dangerous

✾ Yavanna was mellowing back into her contentment, but soon another figure made their way to the naerikk. Her bright amber eyes rose to meet the young woman standing before her. She was thanking her for stepping in and handling that drunk. She also called that server her sister.

Yavanna's eyes slowly shifted to the server girl and back to the blonde haired and blue eyed girl. Clearly, if there was a relation between the two it was obvious they shared a parent in common, be it the same mother or same father. In any case, Yavanna smiled and nodded, motioning for the girl to join her.

"No need to thank me, it's my job as a Thunder Priestess to keep order if I'm correct, I was simply just doing my job is all. The name is Yavanna, Yavanna Elmaranthy. But my friends call me Yav, well if I had any they would that is."

she mused, a giggle in her voice in realizing just how alone she was in this city.

No friends, no family, just her and her harvester. But she was ok with that, being alone never meant she was lonely. As she fixed herself, putting her chest length hair into a cute but practical ponytail, she looked at the blonde woman. The naer's eyes washed over her with interest as she was fixing her mouth to speak, but a commotion or more so welcoming party snatched her attention from the words she was fixing to speak.

The man that entered, a scruffy looking fellow though it was hard to tell from where she was sitting, had returned from some sort of journey and was coming in for a drink she guessed. The owner of the bar seemed beside himself, delighted to see this male. Who was he? Where did he just return from? These were questions she had, given most of her other ones were answered as they weren't really using their inside voices. Turning her attention back to Aneka, she smiled.

"I'm normally used to others spending the coin on my drinks, but how about I buy you one. What's your poison?"

✾

"Speech"

[Aneka Tristal]

When A Triumphant Returns

Aneka smiled and sat down across from Yavanna and smiled, she seemed friendly, and a Thunder Priestess too! "Oh! You're a Thunder Priestess? I'm a Lightning Knight. Well... In Training for now." She said and blushed a bit, rubbing the back of her head. "Well, you got one friend now and I think Yav is a cute nickname, You can call me Neeka if you want, or you can call me Ann, but no one really calls me Ann, it's a bit too girly for me."

Aneka looked at Yav's form, she had that body that would make men fall for her in a heartbeat. She had to admit she's feeling a bit self-conscious but right now she just wanted to thank Yav for sticking up for her sister. She was about to offer to order a drink for Yavanna but that was when there was a loud commotion when someone walked through the door.

"Oi! It's that guy!" She said joining in the chorus of voices and cheers. "I have no idea who that is." She said softly to Yav, she studied the man with a lazy curiosity. "Patrick Barnell? Name sounds familiar, he definitely looks like a Patrick." She noted and placed her arms on the table. He did look somewhat familiar, maybe she saw him before but never really talked to him.

She turned her attention back to Yavanna and was about to offer her a drink but again she beat her to the punch. "I should be treating you! But I never decline a friendly drink from a new friend!" She paused and thought for a moment. "Well, I was drinking some ale earlier, so let's stick with that shall we. You know I don't like having debts, I'm gonna have to pay you back for this." She said with a small smile.

She waved for to the man known as Patrick. "Bring me some ale over here! Would ya kindly!" She then ran a hand through her blond hair. "So Yav, do you usually get those types of men getting handsy with you?" She asked a bit forward. "Well, I don't blame em, you're quite a beauty, I rarely have to deal with guys like that, or any men for that matter, I'm guessing they're intimidated by a woman that can break their arm huh?" She gave a small laugh.

In truth Aneka had an ulterior motive as to why she wanted to talk to Yavanna. She was incredibly attractive, and Aneka may be good looking(at least she thought so), but did not have the same aura or look Yavanna had.

She usually didn't care what her image was, or how she looked, but for some strange reason, she wanted to look and act more... sexy. Although she kept saying to herself that she just needed a change of style, a certain face and name kept cropping up in her head.


"Common", "Rakahi"

[Yrmellyn Cole]

Arcs ago, Yrmellyn had skipped the finery she had found so necessary in her youth. Nowadays she always dressed in shirt, jacket, pants and knee-high boots, all of it grey except for the boots which were black. The hat on her head completed the outfit. From the moment in the past when she had dropped the beautiful and too revealing and extravagant dresses, the lace and the jewelry, the cute shoes and the expensive little useless but fashionable accessories, she had felt free. It had been like taking off a worn out theater costume and stepping out of a role she had played, and finally become the one she truly was.

She was 32 arcs now and made a living as an artist, a painter. After arcs of restless travelling she was trying to settle in Rharne. It was her home town, and although many things had changed and everything seemed so long ago now the city was still essentially the same. To stroll around in Rharne was a bit like meeting someone she hadn’t seen in a long time, different than she recalled it, yet familiar. There were still a few people who recalled her, but mostly she seemed to be as forgotten as all the other Dust Quarter beauties who spent a short time living in glamour and decadence before they sank back to where they had come from and nobody cared anymore.

It didn’t bother her.

Some things are better forgotten.

She pulled up the door to The Bronze Boar and stepped in.

It was high life in the tavern. Patrons chatted, joked and laughed where they sat on the dirty furs on benches and rickety chairs around sturdy tables which had seen more tavern life than weaker furniture would ever see. Yrmellyn stood inside the door for a moment and took in the special mix of smells of burning candles, unwashed furs, sweat and occasional whiffs of cheap perfumes, beverages and food. Mugs clinked and people shouted. Waiters and waitresses ran around to take and deliver orders. The candle-light was soft and warm and probably made everything and everyone look at bit more appealing than they really were. All in all, it was a typical tavern, full of people drinking and enjoying themselves to their heart's content.

Her first goal was to speak with Daveth, the ithecal proprietor of The Bronze Boar. It appealed greatly to Yrmellyn’s sense of art that a “lizardman” was in charge of the place. Yrmellyn walked over to him and after a greeting she asked him about his interest in artwork for the tavern. Daveth just looked at her like she had said something so weird that he couldn’t even ...

“I mean, it could boost your business if you had an interesting painting for the customers to look at when they don’t’ have company” said Yrmellyn, in the hopes of creating a need the ithecal never seemed to have felt.

“Does my business seem to need a boost?”

Yrmellyn had to admit that I didn’t’ seem so, but she wasn’t going to say it aloud. “A painting could still add to the atmosphere” she offered. “What kind of motif would be best? On that wall there, for example ...” She pointed at the wall she meant. “Imagine a big picture there ... what do you think your patrons would like it to be?”

“I’ve never thought about it. I don’t think they are here to look at pictures. There’s a lot of fun to have here, with good company, wine, beer, ale, liquor, some food and attractive staff to look at.” The ithecal shrugged. “I’m sorry. I’m not buying any daub. “The tone of Daveth’s voice was enormously cheery but also very final. He wasn’t interested.

Yrmellyn a bought a pint of beer. The result of her market investigation wasn’t encouraging so far, but she didn’t want to give up at once. “Never say never. Perhaps I’ll paint an irresistible picture of attractive staff for you whether you want it or not.”

The ithecal laughed out loud, an amazing and awesome sound to behold, maybe a bit dangerous even. Yrmellyn took the beer and stepped away from him. She scanned the room in search of attractive staff...

[Patrick]

In a well paced stride Patrick moseyed his way towards the table with his current order, the platter held with a bit of confidence even at the point of delivery with the drinks. Precious cargo as it was Patrick had Arcs of experience with working the bar, here exclusively, and so it was easy to bring drinks towards a table even by whim. The people of course all could easily recognize who he was even after his long hiatus away, even if the man had a scruffier look compared to last time.

With so much time spent away and all the things going on in between; it was difficult to imagine but the same simple Rharnian that left, was in fact no longer the same nor so simple as he used to be. After a few warm welcomes back into the fold of course and the drinks given at the table, Patrick moved along first to the bar until he noticed another pair of customers flagged him down. They appeared to be ladies joined at their own table and one of them he immediately recognized, as the broad with raven hair who booted a drunk out before he arrived.

Hazel green eyes focused on her and the other lady with locks of gold, and with a warm smile projected towards them he flagged them with a finger in passing. "Two ales then, by the mug I reckon." He checked as he moved along towards the bar, more or less to prep the pair for their round in a moment's notice.

When he reached the bar he noticed that Daveth had started to talk with another customer, someone who had entered with the inquiry of a painting or something of that nature. When the lady seemed to make a comment about painting one of his staff members, attractive one at that, the Ithecal couldn't help but laugh in earnest. Truth be told Patrick himself couldn't help but chuckle a little while he prepared the mugs, each container held below the tap of the ale barrel as he twisted the knob.

When he filled both mugs and held them in both hands Patrick moved to walk past the two, more or less to stop by Daveth and throw in his own commentary. "She's got a solid idea Dav," He muttered loudly between them as the bar proved too noisy for anything less, "Pretty sure the guys here wouldn't mind ogling at a skimpy woman from time to time."

While the nature of the comment was more or less a joke, with a wink shot to Yrmellyn who he faintly recognized, Daveth couldn't help but clutch his sides as he hissed a few more laughs. At that passing note Patrick moved to deliver his current round of drinks to the two ladies in waiting. "Here we go, two mugs of ale. Anything else I can get ya just lemme know." He notified them as the mugs were set in front of the two, his warm and energetic grin still present when he glanced between them individually.

"Pat", "Ri", "Dom", "NPC"

[Yavanna]

✾ Vhalar 35th, 718 ✾
✾ Mood: Confident
✾ Current Thought: Well arent you strapping
✾ Current Theme: Beautiful Dangerous

✾ Yavanna eyes playfully danced across the blonde seat adjacent from her, musing over her tomboyish looks and found them.....adorable. Whenever the Naerikk was in a tavern, she made it a ritual to find one man and one woman who could possibly go home with her, or vice versa. This Aneka girl was a rare find indeed, adorable and with a delicious hint of naivety, something Yavanna liked in her bedmates, made them easier to dominate.

Her stepsister was an exotic gem too, but Aneka caught her interest as her sis displayed an air of confidence that would clash with Yav's and she wasn't about that, not from the woman. When the blonde complimented her on her looks, Yavanna giggled and crossed her arms under her breasts, leaning back into her seat.

"Let's just say I was blessed with good stock."

she mused, keeping the fact her beauty was nothing more than an illusion.

If one were to remove all light from the room, her horrific truth would be known, and Aneka would resend that compliment.

"As for them getting handsy, well I'm a big girl and am capable of handling myself nowadays"

she purred, watching the man from earlier come with the ale requested.

Looking him over in close detail now, she licked her lips, as the man looked sturdy, and she liked that. The sturdier the better in her case, and it meant he could take a beating, and she enjoyed beating others, be it into submission or to a bloody mess. With an alluring smile, she raised her cup to their waiter.

"Heres to your return, from where ever you came from. Seems you got many folks who miss you here handsome."

she toasted, never taking those golden amber eyes off her prey. The goal tonight was to see how enticing she could be to him. Maybe she could get lucky, not to mention it be a win for him too. And in the event she couldn't, there is always Aneka, she was a cutie pie after all. ✾

"Speech"