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Post by Zeytan on Dec 31, 2006 1:29:58 GMT
*Zeytan enterd the Crazed Heffier, his pet Mire-Crab Malark faithfully at his side.* *The odd pet drew the attension of the other putters who where in the tavern at that point. One man had just put down his flag of ale when he saw Malark scuttuling along the floor. He blinked looked again, then looked at his Ale and sighed.* "Thats what I get for mixing Beer with Ale." *Zeytan didn't normaly come to this sort of establishment he prefferd more up market Inn's such as his current place of residence The Wolfs Howl Inn. However at the momenet he had something on his mind and was slumming it to try and forget this issue.* *He sat down at a empty table and waited for one of the serveing wenches to come over for his order. Malark scuttled up on of the tables legs and perched himself on the table top.* "What can I get for you Sir??" *Zeytan looked up it was the new Wench Zyssa. Zeytan gave a weak smile, that didn't go anywere neer hideing the fact he was worried.* "A Glass of dry White Winterian Wine if you please Miss. And do you happan to have any Milk or bread for Malark here??" *Gestures to Malark who blows pink bubbles at Zyssa and waves one of his claws.* [ModNote: Zeytan was last seen at the Wolf's Howl Inn in this thread.] |
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 31, 2006 21:01:56 GMT
[OOC: I was hoping Zeytan would drop by at some point.  ] *Zyssa side-steps awkwardly in an attempt to avoid the bubbbles. Unfamiliar with mire-crabs, she is a little unnerved.* Zyssa: Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but I have to ask: is your pet going to cause any trouble? It's just that we had a flying fish in here not so long ago, and... well... all hell broke loose, if you can believe it. Or half of hell at least, if you can believe that. *Meanwhile, from a secluded area of the room, Young Grimwold [ModNote: Last seen in Home! Sweet Home!] is looking over in surprise. However, this is not due to the crab; it is due to its owner. YG thinks he recognises him. The piper plays 'Roxanne'.* |
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Post by Zeytan on Dec 31, 2006 21:09:51 GMT
*Zeytan laughed slightly.*
"No need to worry my dear young lady Malark's fully house trained he won't cause any bother. And don't worry abput his bubbles thats just how Mire-Crabs comunicate and he's just saying hello."
"By the way my names Zeytan. Whats yours??"
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 31, 2006 21:30:48 GMT
Zyssa: Oh. Good. My name's Zyssa. I bet you never thought you'd meet someone with a name below yours in the alphabet! Let me just get your order.
*Zyssa goes away, and returns with the wine, bread and milk. She is a little more relaxed now.
YG continues to stare.*
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Post by Zeytan on Dec 31, 2006 21:36:51 GMT
*Zeytan drinks his wine and Malark happily dipps his bread in the milk and eats it. Zeytan becomes aware that someone is stareing at him. He looks around and spys Young Grimwold looking at him.*
"Hmmmm he looks familer.*
*Zeytan thinks to himself.*
"My dear sir if you wish to converse with me then by all meens do come over and sit at my table. I'm never advers to a little company or chatter."
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 31, 2006 21:49:23 GMT
*YG's heart begins to thump. He feels guilty for looking, leering, not having the guts to approach the gentleman. How rude he's been, how ogrish. But at least contact has been made now. YG walks over to Zeytan.*
I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to be discourteous.
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Post by Zeytan on Dec 31, 2006 22:10:59 GMT
*Zeytan smiles.*
"No offence taken. Please sit, I'm glad of some company."
"My name is Zeytan I'm a private tutor, this is my pet Malark."
*Malark busy with his bread smile waves a claw and then gose back to eating.*
"What's your name sir??"
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 31, 2006 22:17:59 GMT
*A private tutor... Young Grimwold surmises that this makes Zeytan a former teacher at the Knightmare Boarding School; but due to the school's uncertain fate, YG feels it would be impertinent to mention this for now.*
My name is Young Grimwold. I'm... I work here.
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Post by Zeytan on Dec 31, 2006 22:24:48 GMT
"Delighted to make your aquintense master Young Grimwold."
*Zeytan is sure he knows this man from some where.*
"Forgive me for asking this my dear sir but have we met you seem arwfully familer from some were. Your not a former pupil at the boarding school are you??"
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 31, 2006 23:05:24 GMT
*There is no easy way for YG to raise the subject. Not that raising had anything to do with the painful experience of which he is about to evoke memories. YG looks down at the table-top.*
The Cloudwalker. I s-served as a cabin boy... on the Cloudwalker.
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Post by Zeytan on Jan 1, 2007 1:40:18 GMT
*Zeytan's smile vanished. He swollowes hard. He took another sip of his wine, the drumed his fingers on the table for a few minuets.*
*YG looked to Malark even the Mire-Crab looked forlorn. he blew some pale white bubbles at no one in perticular.*
"The young oger who helped pulled us from the water."
*Zeytan's voice broke the awkward silence.*
"Forgive me for not realiseing who you were but on that day names and faces weren't nesercerialy the first thing on peoples minds."
"But thank you all the same for what you did that day. I don't suppose if you know weather or not the Captain ever made it back to land??"
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 2, 2007 19:03:53 GMT
*Young Grimwold is lost for a moment as he recalls that terrible time, the shock, the chaos, the suffering, yet somehow amidst that all, the honour and purpose he managed to find. Zeytan's words pull YG from the deep: an ironic reversal of their roles when they first met.* No need to thank me. It was my duty. I just wish I understood why... I, I don't know what became of Captain Nemanor. I heard tell of him acquiring an astrolabe, but whether that was enough to break the bizarre curses on him and the Cloudwalker, I cannot say. *YG falls quiet again. He never expected the traumatic memories he gained in the Knightmare Battle Royale to be outdone, but his mental records of that earlier time had been buried so deep as to be almost forgotten. Almost.* I'm so sorry it had to happen. Losing your home, your family. *Zyssa is listening in at a distance, trying to work out what the pair are discussing. She hasn't got to know YG yet, and his past is largely a mystery to her. They seem to be talking about some kind of disaster. Lord Fear's destruction of Witch Haven? No, the man doesn't look like a witch. What's more, they spoke of water and of Captain Nemanor, whom Zyssa knows is a seafarer. So, it must have been a disaster at sea. Zyssa can only think of one: the sinking of Atlantis. But Atlantis is just a legend. Isn't it?* |
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Post by Zeytan on Jan 2, 2007 21:33:48 GMT
"I'm so sorry it had to happen. Losing your home, your family."
*This comment from YG seems to draw a slight smile from Zeytan.*
"My home yes. But a roof and mortor can be replaced and built. The memories and sentimentality are what you loose."
"As for family......My father had died some years past befor the disaster and my mouther survived the disaster and lived to a ripe old age, so in that respect i was one of the lucky ones. However I'm almost tempted to say I was not so fortunate as to lose my only remaining realative in that disaster."
*Looks at YG.*
"Tell me Master Grimwold in your years of travale Have you ever heard of.........."
*Zeytans words seem to fail him. He stops for a moment and collects his thoughts. He licks his lips and continues.*
"Of The Ice Killer??"
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 3, 2007 16:43:23 GMT
*YG is glad of the opportunity to change the subject. There isn't much for him to gain from picking over his memories of the Atlantis disaster, and surely even less for Zeytan to gain.* Yes. The name - nickname I mean - is one I've heard before. I always assumed it referred to a Winterian assassin of some sort. But you're saying... you're saying that he's Atlantean too? *Elsewhere in the tavern, Zyssa has approached her colleague, Lanesra.* Lanesra: What is it? Zyssa: That man over there. The one Master Grimwold's talking to. They know each other. I think he might be an Atlantean! Lanesra: He probably is. Grimwold's travelled a lot. Zyssa: But I thought that Atlanteans were... well, made up! Lanesra: No, they exist. Why d'you think we have Atlantean Green Ale in here? Real as pookas and goblins they are, just tricky to find. They say there's one that works for the Opposition. Or used to. Some look like lizards, and some look like men. I suppose they just blend in. Did he give you his name? Zyssa: Yes. Zeytan. Lanesra: Zeytan? Now I've heard of him. A while ago, Owen had me listen in on a conversation - and this shadowy man, he was telling a lass about an Atlantean who used to teach at the school. Name of Zeytan. And you know what, come to think of it, 'is name puts me in mind of someone else. Zyssa: The ice man... Leytan? The one you told me about? Lanesra: The Ice Killer, yes. The one who said he'd cut off Slevela's ears. Zyssa: And the fellow who shot another customer, in here, right in front of you? Lanesra: Yes. Heartless, he is. Ugh, they talk about hell freezing over, and I reckon it did... and spat 'im out before it heated back up. And yet, he always paid his way. Ugh. If he ever comes in again, you'll know. *An icy creep, a heartless criminal, but with a fistful of money that can't be ignored. This sounds all too familiar to Zyssa. It seems that the shames of her past still have some echoing to do. The piper plays 'The Riddle'.* |
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Post by Zeytan on Jan 3, 2007 17:00:07 GMT
*Zeytan sighed*
"Unfortuantly. Well half Atlantian."
"His real names Leytan, or at least thats what he calls himself now and he's my half brother. My father had an affair with a Winterian ambassador and Leytan was the result."
"He's my sennior by 10 years."
*shakes his head sadly*
"I'm affraid my parents didn't do to well by him. The result is he's grown up emotional barran and as cold as the wastelands of Winteria itself."
"You've no dought heard the rummors about how he only has to breath on a person and they die. Well thats not to far from the truth. His Winterian heritige meens he can controle the atmopsher and he has the ability to frezze a persons Hart whith out even touching them."
"Hence the name the gossip mongeras gave him "The Ice Killer".
"There's at least 300 deaths that can be attributed to him. Some of them perticualy savage and brutal. And yet.......for all his sins he still seems to retain some warped moraility. It can honestly be said that of all the deaths he#s caused there wasn't one single women or child among them and I hate to say it but the victims were by enlarge killers themselves."
"He seems to have the luck of Lucifer or Beelzebub on his side as well. He was in Atlantis that day. Sitting in jail awaitng trial. We all thought he'd drowned turns out he'd escaped in the chaos and used one of the few lay paths that were scaterd about the island to departe Atlantis."
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