Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Apr 25, 2014 23:33:05 GMT
Had Danny removed his scarf much sooner Tyrell would have protested strongly how he did nothing but offer aid and that he couldn't possibly do the things the boy claimed in regards to ripping off the things head, but to Stephen's inquire he was able to reply, "uh, no, well... sort of. I did not do it on my own but I suppose you could say I know the man you are going to take me to meet. He was in trouble with a shadow beast so I helped him kill it along with two other men. It was a bit ago, nothing big or worth mentioning." The motion of Danny's hands moving to his scarf caught his attention and seeing the boy lower the article to see his lips brought a smile to Tyrell's own. "Thank you," he politely said to him then waited for him to finish his question. "Oh, Stephen was going to take me to see Mister Storm. Did you want to come along?"
Post by Stephen Leland on Apr 26, 2014 2:49:34 GMT
"Killing a shadow beast is nothing worth mentioning? My father would be writing a letter to the newspapers by now if it had been him that had done the same. You are very modest" he mused with a short chuckle. As the other two chatted he neatly unwrapped his package, resisting the urge to tear off the wrapping like a child. Though he was not in the most refined of company he still had to maintain his dignity. Looking inside he took out the note, reading it quietly to himself. "Thanks for the meal..." Well, he had no idea what had compelled him to take Danielle out but it was very nice of her to thank him none the less. Tucking the note neatly into the inside pocket of his vest he then examined the honorarium inside. At the sight of the gift he raised his eyebrows in surprise. Delicately pulling it out he help the glass flower up to examine in the sunlight. It glistened brightly in the rays of the sun. It was utterly dazzling; he could not recall ever getting such a wonderful gift before. "Wow... I do not deserve this..." he murmured quietly, looking at the gift with astonished wonder.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Apr 28, 2014 14:29:03 GMT
"The ol' coot? Why're ya goin' ta see 'im?" Danny before hecaught Stephen oggling the rose. "Well then... this yer sweety-pie from b'fore then? 'cause unless I'm mistakin', ya don' go sendin' those kinda things ta just anyone. Wha's she like? I mean, if yer innerested an' she's sendin' baulbes, yer innerested, right? Who'd 'ave a thing fer Sourpuss... She mus' be some serious noble lady. Betcha she don' know 'ow ta do much'a anythin' without 'er maids... Prolly gets angry at anyone b'low 'er station real easy, an' sucks up ta an' flatters anyone above 'er station." Dannystretched his arms above his head. "Or mebbe she's one'a them kind noble ladies who thinks she makin' a difference arguin' an' bringin' attention ta poor folks, but not doin' any real thing for em..." Danny tilted his head to Stephen. "So. What's she like?"
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Apr 28, 2014 23:05:35 GMT
"It's not worth mentioning," came Tyrell's voice. There was no malice but the seriousness etched in his face spoke the volumes missed in his words. For Tyrell, the dark winged ander, killing was not something he loved or enjoyed partaking in. A life was a life no matter whom it belonged to or what. Of course, since his arrival to Lodan he'd learned the history of his people he'd never been able to hear from his own mother, but even still he could not bring himself to hate the creatures that drove them out of their own world. "I do not take lives unless my hand is forced. I will not become a reaper." It was easy to see the man's mood had been spoiled but he still tried to show them he was not upset with them. To Stephen, he placed his hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze, to Danny he smiled faintly then answered, "I am looking for work. This one says Mister Storm might be able to help," he gestured to Stephen then seeing the two enter another conversation entirely as Stephen revealed what was in his parcel, Tyrell exhaled with a small smile and moved forward towards the gates of Central Square. They would follow soon enough but he was shorter on time because should he be refused by the Old Crow he would need to see if he could at least work for food tonight with Rosey and her father in their tavern back in the Peasant's Hovel. At the gates he paused for only a moment for the other two to catch up before entering the square so Stephen could lead them.
Post by Stephen Leland on Apr 30, 2014 22:41:44 GMT
Stephen frowned disapprovingly at Danny, gently ticking the flower back into it's parcel. It was slightly embarrassing to be caught drooling over the flower by this midget but who cares, it was a spectacular gift from a spectacular woman. "There you go again, making wild accusations about her." With a sigh he continued to answer scarves' question as he watched Tyrell walk ahead of them "She is not one of those noble women." he said 'those' with a disapproving tone. "All the noble women here are unimaginative and high-maintenance. Danielle is far superior to those pure bred poodles. She is witty and knows exactly what she wants and how she can attain it. She is smarter than most judge her to be and one of the most interesting people I have had the actual pleasure of meeting." The conversation started out as a brisk correction on his part but it somehow morphed into something more thoughtful and heartfelt. They caught up with Tyrell and he lead them to down the street towards Mr. Storms humble abode, which was only 5 houses down from where they were. Clearing his throat quickly he continued "She was probably just being polite and sent this as a thank you for the meal. She would not be interested in someone such as myself..." A sigh escaped his lips, staring tiredly at the road in front of him.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on May 1, 2014 1:02:56 GMT
Danny tugged his scarf high up on his face, completely hiding anything below his eyes, as Stephen went on his tirade about the woman. "Huh. She really all that? 'cause it looks like yer pretty smitten with'er, if ya don' mind me sayin'. An' if ya are, ya gotta make sure she knows it, or ya might jus' miss yer chance." Danny pulled his goggles down over his eyes while they walked. "An' why wouldn' she be innerested in somebody like ya? Ya got money... sure, yer looks ain' much ta write home 'bout... but hey, least ya ain' ugly, right? Ya... ummmm... yer witty! Yeh! Yer decent at talkin', though ya migh' wanna tone down yer attitude... girlies might like a bad boy, but they ain' fond of a bastard. Uhmmmm..." Danny leaned in closer to Stephen so no passers by would overhear. "She know 'bout yer, ah, eye problem? Or yer night-time galavantin'? 'cause those could be deal breakers if she ain' open minded..." Danny leaned back out so he was walking normally again. "Le'see... Are ya one'a them types who're outside's all thorns but ya got a 'eart a gold? 'cause I think ya could make that work if ya tried..." Danny adjusted his scarf to make sure no inch of his face was visible between it and his goggles. "'ey, cheer up. If I know one thing fer certain, tha' rose were a helluva lot more'n jus' 'Thanks fer lunch'." Danny paused in his tirade before he mentioned off-handedly. "An' she were smilin' when she told me who ta give it to." The boy quickly trotted to catch up with Tyrell, who he pulled his scarf back down for. His face was the slightest bit redder than usual, but that could be explained by the quick jog.
"Big T! 'ey! What kinda work ya tryin' ta get from Old Man Storm? 'cause I got some folks'd be 'appy ta get some work outta a big strong birdy like yerself. Jus' in case Stormylocks don' work fer ya." Danny shoved his hands into his pocket and grinned at Tyrell.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on May 1, 2014 2:43:09 GMT
At the gates when the two joined him, Tyrell was paused due to the youngest of them stepping in front, pulling his scarf away and speaking to him. Honestly, the boy's question had been a good one. What was he going to be doing for the Old Crow? "I do not know," he answered sincerely. "Whatever he may have need of me be it serving, cooking, cleaning, escorting, a butler, a guard, fortune teller," he trailed off at the last then gave a small shrug. "I only serve good people," he added on when Danny mentioned he knew some people that could probably use his strength. Like many incidents he'd come across before in his travels he wouldn't allow himself to give his strength to those that would hurt again yet he was still so naive. "If it does not work out with Mister Storm then I will find Rosey and she will give me a job," he said with a firm nod. They didn't know who this Rosey was but Tyrell did and he knew she was kind, and that was all he needed. "I think we're almost there," he smiled now at Danny and gently placed his hand on top of Danny's head before continuing on to where Stephen led them. It wasn't far after that and of the estates the ones they passed were rather quaint but superior to those of middle class. They stopped at last at their destination and lilac eyes sized up the building before they approached it. A sort of fuzzy feeling in his gut made him uncomfortable because what if he was turned away? He helped the old man but no way was he entitled to pay him back since they had been obligated to one another that day through the duties of their guild. Did Stephen know what they were? Who the Old Crow was? Tyrell knocked three times on the door before clasping his hands behind his back then looked sidelong at Stephen now curious to know if he did but he himself wouldn't ask, just observe.
Post by Stephen Leland on May 1, 2014 11:35:31 GMT
Stephen turned to look at the boy as he talked, a thoughtful look on his face. At the mention of his money and looks he rolled his eyes at the smaller boy and was about to retort but stopped himself, wanting to hear everything Scarves was telling him. The matter of his 'eye problem' and 'night excursions' was troublesome. She herself was an Andersweltler so she might accept his 'eye problem' but he was still a Halfling; Halflings were viewed worse than regular Andersweltlers. He did not even want to think about what she would say about him being an assassin. At Scarves' final words to him he blinked with interest, watching the boy scamper away a head of him. "She was.... smiling?... well, I must have done something right then. That is a nice thought.." he murmured to himself with a small smile.
After catching up with the others and leading them to Mr. Storm's door, they stood outside patiently. Tyrell seemed a little fidgety. Must be the nerves getting to him. Stephen reached up and patted him on the back. "You will be fine. Just do not break anything, smile and be polite and you will get the job in no time. I am sure of it." What ever that job might be was still unknown to even him.
Lefiruc heard the knocking from in his study and raised an eyebrow. "If that's Charles again, tell him I'm not in. That man has far too much energy for his own good." he said to George who chuckled slightly before answering the door, spotting Stephen, Daniel and a new person. "It's not Charles at least sir." he called in before regarding the trio of youths. "What brings you lads round then?" the manservant asked, eyeing up the new person, taking his measure.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on May 2, 2014 20:49:04 GMT
"'ey Georgie! Ya still lookin' for help? 'Cause do I got something' for ya!" Danny whipped his hand out in a theatrical gesture to Tyrell. "Behold, the biggest, toughest Crow yeh'll ever see! He's completely 'ousebroken, an' lookin' fer a work. Yes, this magnificent man 'ere could b'long ta oil' Stormykins an' yeh'll never regret it!" Danny stretched to point to Tyrell's head. "Only problem is 'e's a lil worn out. See, 'e can't 'ear nothin'. But jus' take 'im ta Old Man Storm, an' watch as this wunnerful worker b'comes part'a yer staff." Danny gave his hands a flourish as he indicated the entirety of Tyrell.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on May 3, 2014 3:03:56 GMT
With the hand to his back, Tyrell looked to Stephen with a small smile. While reading the other man's lips he barely missed the door open to be greeted by the house's cook. "Good day," he said politely and bowed his head slightly so as to not miss anything the man at the door might say. The dark haired man would have spoken but he'd caught Danny making some sort of gestures and looked to him then realized the young boy must already be speaking so he fell silent as he tried to consider what it was Danny must have been saying. Hopefully it wasn't anything silly or discouraging. Hopeless, the wingless ander looked to George and took his chance to speak, "I was hoping to see sir Lefiruc Storm. I heard that he might be able to supply me with a job but if not I do not wish to trouble him." As George looked him over Tyrell couldn't help but feel that this fellow already distrusted him. Clearing his throat and clasping his hands behind him, the Crow quietly said, "if it makes any difference to him, my name is Tyrell and he and I met once before."
Post by Stephen Leland on May 3, 2014 19:46:33 GMT
Stephen could not help the amused grin at Danny's behavior. Clearing his throat so that he could have the floor, he nodded politely to George. "Good Day George, it is a pleasure to see you again. I apologize for barging in once again but this time it is entirely my own doings. I was wondering if Mr. Storm was looking for any work. My friend Tyrell here is a good man and a strong worker. I thought you might have some use for him. Once again, I apologize for not sending a letter ahead to Mr. Storm but this was very short notice." He said politely. True, he wanted to help Tyrell mostly but there was also a book on the use of fire in technology that Mr. Storm had in his collection that he had never seen before and wanted more than anything to ask to borrow it. If this job business worked out he might just be able to persuade Mr. Storm to let him borrow it.
George raised an eyebrow at Daniels pitch before looking at the other two as they spoke. He closed his eyes as he considered the situation and did a quick mental tally concerning the Storm financials and workload among a variety of other factors. He then opened the door wider to invite them inside. "You two," said George nodding at Stephen and Daniel, "may wait in the dining room if you so wish. I'll escort mister Tyrell to see the master in the study." he said before beginning to make his way towards the study.
Nodding, Stephen went off to the dining room with Danny. Once they reached their destination he sat down with a tired sigh "What was with the sales man pitch scarves. We are trying to get him a job, not sell him to the circus." The noble teased with a small smirk.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on May 5, 2014 3:01:31 GMT
Danny cleared his throat. "Ya ain' 'ad ta learn this 'cause yer a rich boy, but when yer lookin' fer a job, ya gotta sell yerself. Yer the product they wanna buy ta make their place better. Why 'ire any Joe Schmoe when ya can 'ire Dandy Randy? See, Featherfoot, ya gotta make em want ya. Ya can' jus' say "I'ma good worker. I'll do my best fer ya." No. Ya gotta leave an impression. Lettem know yer better'n anybody else out there. Lettem know yer the best one fer the job, an' it'd be a grave error ta hire anybody but ya in the spot. See, When it comes ta workin', everythin's a product. Person's labor's bought, person's services're bought. A pretty necklace ya got fer yer sweetheart's bought. Ain' no difference really from hirin' someone an' buyin' yer supplies ta make yer stuff." Danny flopped down into a chair and sprawled across it. His right leg was flopped over the arm while his left rested on the ground. He was reclined into the chair with his right arm flopped over the back of the chair and his left arm draped languidly off of the chair's other arm. "Tha' sales pitch earlier? That was a bad one. I wouldn' expect anyone ta get 'ired from that. But last time I was 'ere, Georgie-porgie tol' me they was lookin' ta hire some more staff, an' me an' the Gen'le Gian' both know Stormykins, so I figured even if I didn' know much about our crow friend, I could make a little show of it. Leave an' impression an' they'll remember ya. If they can' remember ya, how're ya gonna get a job?" Danny fished into one of his pockets and pulled out two of those hard little candies of his. He popped one into his mouth before tossing the other one at Stephen. "Catch, Fancy-pants."
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