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Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #30 on Aug 14, 2010, 1:00pm »
Aerion frowned faintly, then repeated some of Andy’s own words. "I do not know if you are made out to be a fool though, Andy. What was it you told me? 'People laugh at me all the time', but you don't care? Clearly something was different here if you left your home because of it."
He felt petulant as he responded, “Well, maybe sometimes I do care.” He shrugged and then acknowledged the second comment. “And yes, this was different. Very different.” People’s laughter did tug at his heart or strip him of his honour. Andy rubbed the back of his neck and reached out to swirl the ale about in his mug. “I know I come across as naďve and I suppose she took advantage of that. All women can’t be that… mercenary, right?”
Apparently Aerion knew even less about women than he did. Before Andy could suggest his partner teased, he remembered, along with the guard’s explanation, that Aerion had been a werewolf for much of his life. How different would that have been… harder or more simple? He spoke of instinct and of knowing his feelings had been returned. Andy shook his head at this, he couldn’t fathom just knowing. He’d thought he’d known… hadn’t he? There had been that kiss, the one that had been, well, the beginning of the end.
His thoughts broke off as Aerion’s empty mug thudded down against the tabletop. Andy looked up and caught the sadness written across his partner’s face and realised his folly. Again he had stirred unpleasant memories for the man. Where was this woman? Did he dare ask? He had invited his partner out tonight in an attempt to distract himself from the very thing they now discussed and he could sense both of their moods spiraling downward. Now would be a good time for a change of subject… or a distraction.
Remembering his conversation with Olivia earlier in the day he asked quite unexpectedly, “Have you ever heard of metal that falls from the sky? Star metal, they call it.” He cleared his throat. “I hear the Warden has a sword made from it.”
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #31 on Aug 14, 2010, 2:26pm »
Every night, the same dreams. The vacant looks in the eyes of corpses that asked why she didn't save them. Why did they have to die? Days later and Rhiannon still did not have answers. She didn't understand the death of a child or the elves and humans that followed. She barely trusted herself to sleep anymore and had begun to get a 'nightcap' to force herself to sleep without seeing those eyes.
She wandered into The Green Spears and walked right up to the bartender. In a low voice she ordered, "a double shot of whisky. Please."
The man sighed at her a little and said, “again, Ser?” But her scowl said she was in no mood to be mothered. Drink and coin were traded before she turned to survey the room. Most of the people were regulars and she forced on a smile and waved to a few people. She spotted Andy sitting with a large man and found herself compelled to meet the new person. Just the sight of both her favorite going-to-make-him-a-knight-so-help-me and a new person lifted her spirits a little.
She gulped down her whisky and strode over to the men. "Hi Andy! She said brightly before turning to the stranger. "And hello, Ser, I don't believe we've met before. I'm Ser Rhiannon, but please call me Rhiannon, or Rhia if you'd prefer." Finally it dawned on her she'd just walked in on their conversation, and she added, "oh, please excuse me for interrupting."
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #32 on Aug 14, 2010, 2:40pm »
“I know I come across as naďve and I suppose she took advantage of that. All women can’t be that… mercenary, right?”
Aerion shook his head, his hands cradling the empty mug. "No... not all women are. I know a few people that were very happy together. Even had pups. Ahh... I mean, kids."
Aerion's eyes looked upwards at the sudden change of topic, and he smiled faintly in appreciation. "Metal from the sky? I remember coming across such metal in the Brecilian Forest, but I cannot imagine a weapon being made from it. How would one make such a thing?" Aerion got the question out just when the brunette woman came up to them.
"Hi Andy! And hello, Ser, I don't believe we've met before. I'm Ser Rhiannon, but please call me Rhiannon, or Rhia if you'd prefer. Oh, please excuse me for interrupting."
Ser Rhiannon? Aerion started to rise to bow to her at the introduction, but the way she continued made him feel comfortable enough to believe such was not necessary. But he did cross his arms over his chest and bowed from his place in the chair, thankful that this woman did not assault his nose like the last woman had. "It is alright, Ser. Andrew was just telling me about Star Metal in weapons." He went to take a drink and realized he had emptied his mug. Catching the waitresses attention, he raised his mug, promising himself this would be his last one. The last thing he needed was to get heavily affected by alcohol on his first experience with it.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #33 on Aug 14, 2010, 3:17pm »
Aerion shook his head, his hands cradling the empty mug. "No... not all women are. I know a few people that were very happy together. Even had pups. Ahh... I mean, kids."
Andy’s parents were happy. He knew they were. He knew the story of how they’d met and courted and married. Tara asked to hear it all the time and he’d pretended to merely endure it, but secretly liked hearing it. And they’d had kids too. Four of them. Andy grinned and then flushed and then chewed his lip. Thank the Maker Bit hadn’t been… he shook his head. Talk about disaster... He could barely manage his own life.
They began to talk of star metal. Aerion said, "Metal from the sky? I remember coming across such metal in the Brecilian Forest, but I cannot imagine a weapon being made from it. How would one make such a thing?" Andy gaped at him, he’d seen star metal?!?
Sir Whirlwind arrived. In typical Rhiannon fashion, the air seemed to swirl then settle before her. "Hi Andy! And hello, Ser, I don't believe we've met before. I'm Ser Rhiannon, but please call me Rhiannon, or Rhia if you'd prefer. Oh, please excuse me for interrupting."
Andy stood and bowed, his squire training having him on his feet before he could even think about it. “Hello, ser.” He assumed his respectful face a moment before smiling and waving away her concerns as Aerion did the same. Andy indicated a spare chair and said politely, “Would you join us?”
He sat and noted that Rhiannon had something that looked suspiciously like whiskey in her hand. It was on the tip of his tongue to question her strong and somewhat odd choice of beverage, but he bit his lips closed and looked to his third mug of ale instead. Third. This would have to be his last… though, he didn’t feel that bad, he felt kind of good. Relaxed. And now that they’d stopped talking about woman, happy.
Aerion caught the waitress’s attention for more ale and Andy turned to Rhiannon and said, “Have you heard of star metal, or seen it? Drops right out of the sky? I was telling Aerion how the Warden has a sword made from it.” Turning back to Aerion he said, “And you said you’ve seen some, really? What did it look like?”
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #34 on Aug 14, 2010, 4:01pm »
Both men assured her she was not interrupting, and Andy went so far as to ask, “would you join us?”
Rhiannon gave a polite, "thank you," and took the seat offered. "But really you two, keep up with the Ser nonsense and I will have to show myself out." She gave them both a wink. She wondered if the large man realized he had not introduced himself, despite his polite bow, so she had no idea how to address him. He had the most amazing yellow eyes, but she thought most elves had amazing colored eyes, so it did not bother her.
Andy filled her in on the conversation and gave her the name of his companion: Aerion. She smiled at the thought of star metal. "Ah, no, my expertise lie with wood and the woods." She giggled a little at her own joke. "I am afraid you gentlemen are the metal experts at the table. I have heard things that fall from the sky burn on their way down, so I suppose that is why there is no star wood." It made sense to her. Or maybe it would make more sense when she had more to drink. When the waitress came over to refill Aerion's drink, Rhiannon ordered some ale herself. Should probably switch to something milder if I'm going to continue to drink.
"So, ah, forgive me. Your name is Aerion? It is a pleasure to meet you." She smiled and nodded at him. "And you were saying… star metal. Andy, you must have some insight regarding how to extract metal from stone, right?"
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #35 on Aug 14, 2010, 4:15pm »
"But really you two, keep up with the Ser nonsense and I will have to show myself out."
Aerion couldn't help but smile at the comment, clearing his throat as she pulled up the empty seat. "Ah, sorry Rhiannon. I am used to calling, well, everyone Ser, really."
“And you said you’ve seen some, really? What did it look like?”
"Yes, in the forest. Ahh... rather like a rock. But it had these... streaks? Like, a bluish color? But otherwise it was fairly sizeable," Aerion remarked, extending his considerable arm length as if to indicate the size, giving it a width of about four to five feet. Aerion shrugged before continuing. "This was years ago though. Last I went to that area it was already covered with moss. I'm guessing it's still there, if you ever want to find it."
"So, ah, forgive me. Your name is Aerion? It is a pleasure to meet you."
Aerion looked to her and cleared his throat softly, nodding. "Aye, Rhiannon. My apologies, I just realized I did not introduce myself. Yes, I am Aerion. Aerion Hunter, although the last name is just... one I have been given by others, not a family name." Now what possible reason did she have for wanting to know that? Why did he bother saying it? Thankfully, she moved on to Andy's topic of Star Metal, and he turned his gaze to the other man as well.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #36 on Aug 14, 2010, 4:42pm »
Andy smiled as Rhiannon objected to the ‘Ser’. He’d not intended to keep it up, but as a greeting, it seemed… polite. But she sat and ordered herself an ale as the waitress delivered Aerion’s third and then she denied having seen star metal, but seemed interested all the same. Aerion had his description ready and it sounded fascinating. A rock with blue streaks? A shiver of excitement worked its way down Andy’s spine as he pictured the rock. He just heard Rhiannon enquire after Aerion's name and his partner introduced himself more formally.
“Oh,” Andy stammered, flushing. “I should have introduced you properly.” But he found a smile, realising that neither had taken offense and that all names and identities had been settled.
Rhiannon wanted to know how the metal might be extracted from stone. Andy’s expression brightened. “Ah, well,” he scratched his head. “Most of it arrives at the smithy already smelted, you know? The stone, er, it’s called ore, is mined… um, well all over, really. But of course, the best ore comes from Orzammar." He paused for breath. "But there is a mine just west of Lake Calenhad. I’ve not been there, but my brother Pat has, with dad, and Pat told me he watched the process, they heat the rock and add another element, they call it an agent." Andy's voice took on a musing tone. "I wonder what the star metal looks like when it’s fashioned into a weapon? It must be durable, don’t you think? I know some nobles have swords made from softer metals, just for show, pretty things that would hardly slice cheese, but I can’t imagine the Warden would carry something like that. He’d carry a proper sword, right?”
Andy’s gaze had become unfocussed and he managed to daydream right there and then, his thoughts flying free of Thedas as he envisaged a sword made of the wondrous blue metal that had acquired black streaks in his mind. He added a dagger to the set and grinned. Blinking, he reached for his ale.
“So what are your daggers made of, Rhiannon?” he asked the knight.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #37 on Aug 14, 2010, 6:56pm »
With Andy as excited as he was about the star metal, Rhiannon watched his reaction to Aerion's comment that he guessed the fallen star was still there. She found herself sitting up at the idea. For her, it would be a treasure hunt. For Andy's father, it would be a chance of a lifetime to make something with the precious metal. For Andy, it would be a sword… worthy of a knight.
Aerion explained his last name was Hunter, but that it was, "one I have been given by others, not a family name." She nodded. She didn't really use her family name much, and she supposed most family names started by one person assuming it or having it bestowed upon them. She had heard the Smiths started that way. Still, it was an interesting last name. She thought that the two of them might have some fun discussing the wilderness, assuming "Hunter" was not about hunting people.
Andy relayed Pat's explanation of how the metal was extracted from stone, and then returned to the idea of star metal. He was so excited that Rhiannon thought he just might take Aerion up on the suggestion of running off to find such a treasure. He mused about nobles having decorative swords. "I can’t imagine the Warden would carry something like that," he said. "He’d carry a proper sword, right?”
"Oh yeah," she agreed. "I bet the Warden is always ready for battle. Heroes are always going where they're needed, right? Ready to defend the innocent?" She paused took a swig of her drink. "The Warden… is Teyrn Cousland's brother," she remarked, sounding stupider than she intended. She looked over at Andy with a "are you thinking what I'm thinking" look on her face. The Warden. Teyrn's brother. He'd come at this time of need, right? Maybe they could sneak a peek at that sword!
Andy inquired about her own daggers. "Veridium," she replied, "but some days I think they're just for cutting rope in the woods. I am terrible at using them." She drew one and handed it, pommel first, to Andy for inspection. "Sorry, I'm still thinking about this metal that Aerion could find. That sounds like an interesting adventure, don't you think?"
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #38 on Aug 14, 2010, 7:25pm »
Aerion shrugged a bit. "In all fairness, it he does have a sword made by that metal, it is probably better than any other sword he could have purchased. I can't imagine something as rare as that being easy to break."
Aerion listened to their points on whether the Warden would have the blade with him, and Aerion had to wonder if he would have a chance to see him again. He wondered if the man had the blade at that time and he just didn't notice it. The situation did not really allow for much time to inspect things such as that. He had been too busy observing them to make sure they wouldn't attack the Lady at the time.
"Sorry, I'm still thinking about this metal that Aerion could find. That sounds like an interesting adventure, don't you think?"
Aerion chuckled softly, speaking even as he leaned forward to inspect the veridium blade. "An adventure in getting there, perhaps, not in finding it. Assuming the darkspawn did not completely overrun the area, I know where it still lies. Not that we could ever explain leaving our posts for so long."
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #39 on Aug 14, 2010, 7:45pm »
Rhiannon used Veridium daggers, the same material his own blades were made of.
"…but some days I think they're just for cutting rope in the woods. I am terrible at using them." She drew one and handed it, pommel first, to him for inspection.
Andy took the dagger and examined the workmanship with a professional eye. It was a nice weapon, though he could see that likely she had used it for little other than cutting rope.
"Sorry, I'm still thinking about this metal that Aerion could find. That sounds like an interesting adventure, don't you think?"
Andy looked up.
Aerion answered. "An adventure in getting there, perhaps, not in finding it. Assuming the darkspawn did not completely overrun the area, I know where it still lies. Not that we could ever explain leaving our posts for so long."
Darkspawn? But it was still there. Andy’s pulse quickened and his mind started ticking over. Now that would be an adventure. He imagined the journey there and then the forest itself. Would the regular kind of werewolves still be there? Since when had he started referring to them as regular? And how big would it be, this rock?
Looking at Aerion, Andy asked, “How big is it? This rock?” While awaiting an answer, his mind completed their quest, obtaining the rock that seemed like it might be big enough to be worthwhile, but small enough for them to carry, in a wagon. Where would they get a wagon? They’d need an ox.
Shaking his head in wonderment, Andy said, “My dad would be beside himself if I brought home something like that.” Maker, the look on his father’s face! He’d be stunned, he’d be overwhelmed! Then Andy remembered why he sat in Highever and not Edgewater. Would such a gift be enough to beg his father’s forgiveness? He grimanced as melancholy swept through him and he placed Rhiannon’s forgotten dagger back on the table and reached for his ale, taking a long swallow.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #40 on Aug 14, 2010, 8:13pm »
Aerion had a valid point about tracking down the star metal. "Not that we could ever explain leaving our posts for so long."
"An excellent point, my good man," Rhiannon agreed. "However, where there is a will, there is a way. I'm sure somebody needs something done somewhere in the area, and the perfect team can be assembled to do said something. Sometime. Have faith." Hmm. Nope, no that didn't make sense at all. Just about time for more ale. She let out a little sigh. Something else to magically make happen to add to her to-do list. It was her specialty, but this one might be tough. Her contacts were in Highever. And Waking Sea? Oh, there was an idea.
Andy stayed excited about the star metal for a while, but then his thoughts turned back to his family. The knight picked up her dagger from the table and watched Andy's mind recede from its original happy state. She finished off her mug of ale and signaled for another. Sad Andy was sad. Not her most brilliant of observations, but true nonetheless. That wouldn't do. Time to cheer him up a little with more happy thoughts. "So Aaaaandy," she began but erupted into giggles. "The adorable little mage girl, what was her name? I think she managed to say it but I had to talk circles around that templar of hers so I didn't catch it. She's pretty, don't you think?" And will take your mind off things, at the very least. Rhiannon put her elbow on the table and leaned her head against her hand, grinning at Andy like an idiot.
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Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #41 on Aug 14, 2010, 8:28pm »
Aerion wasn't sure he wanted to take anyone into the Brecilian Forest, even for something that made them both as excited as they were over it. Rhiannon was clearly already planning ways of getting there, and Andy... well, Andy looked down again. But the forest was something that he had not anticipated returning to ever again, let alone so soon. To Andy, he could explain it away. But by the Maker, how was he supposed to explain to this woman why he had ever been so deep in a territory that was rumored to be filled with spirits and was otherwise haunted? Men did not venture into that forest without reason... After all, there were werewolves there, weren't there?
In a way, he was thankful he had yet to mention where in the forest he had seen the Star Metal at. Maybe this woman would not get so excitable when she realized Aerion was not as enthused about the idea.
"This was many years ago... I doubt that it is still there. Not that I would ever step foot into the forest again. Far too dangerous. There's probably still darkspawn hiding amongst those trees, amongst the many others things one could find."
But the news of the mage caused Aerion to shoot his eyebrows upwards and look to Andy in surprise. Whoever she was, Rhiannon certainly seemed to think she meant something to Andy, which was certainly news to Aerion. He'd never mentioned her before to him.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #42 on Aug 14, 2010, 8:54pm »
As Andy brooded over… stuff, Aerion attempted to curb Rhiannon’s enthusiasm. And as the ex-werewolf spoke, it occurred to Andy that Aerion likely would not want to return to the place where The Lady had disappeared. He’d described the wolves as revering her and being loyal to her. If she were no longer there, perhaps the forest would echo with memories he’d rather forget. He nodded to his partner and said quietly, “No telling what we might find, eh? And I’d rather not go looking for darkspawn.” But he knew he’d daydream about the star metal and, well, if it happened that he ever traveled to the southern reaches of Ferelden… Andy reached for his ale once more.
"So Aaaaandy," Rhiannon began but erupted into giggles. "The adorable little mage girl, what was her name? I think she managed to say it but I had to talk circles around that templar of hers so I didn't catch it. She's pretty, don't you think?" The knight put her elbow on the table and leaned her head against her hand and grinned. How much whiskey had she had?
Thankfully, he’d yet to take a mouthful off ale, but he did so now, quickly, wondering if the mug covered the deep, almost painful flush that had claimed his cheeks. Darting his eyes about over the rim of his cup, he noted Aerion’s eyebrows looked ready to leap from the top of his forehead and that Rhiannon looked… like Rhiannon. Happy.
He put down his mug and wiped his mouth and then swallowed painfully over a burp. Large swallows of liquid over shocked esophagi were generally not a good idea. Clearing his throat and wincing, Andy began to stammer. “Ah, um, her name is Olivia.” Was it possible to blush harder than he already had? Apparently. He looked at the table and tried to hide his smile. “Yes, she is pretty.” He could have described her eyes and her hair and her freckles, but refrained from doing so, realising this would provide the young knight with further ammunition. Instead he turned to Aerion and added, as if it were to be noted, “Olivia has read about the star metal too. Um, ah... that's what had me thinking of it.”
Turning back to Rhiannon he said somewhat sincerely, “Er, did her Templar enjoy his tour? That was really nice of you, by the way. Um, thank you. It must be hard to have someone follow you about like that.”
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #43 on Aug 14, 2010, 9:19pm »
Her larger companion seemed to be discouraging the idea of going after the star metal, but that just meant that he was not getting into the spirit of things. Rhiannon surveyed him for a moment. He did not seem to be commenting on her skill. She thought about telling him about her extensive forest experience, but he probably had more. He was named Hunter, after all. How does a person compete with that? Besides, she had a blushing Andy to pay attention to.
The waitress had brought a refill, and she started making progress on it while her question was answered. The mage's name was Olivia, and she was what made Andy think of the star metal. That meant he had been thinking about her. Most excellent. He might be melancholy about his past, but he blushed at his present. In the chaotic days since she first met the young guard, that was wonderful progress.
"It was no problem, she earned a break ten times over." She gestured in explanation to Aerion. "Olivia was the incredible mage that," Rhiannon paused, deciding her voice was too loud and this was not the right place for details like those she almost announced. "That kept everything together a few days ago." That was probably the best answer, since if Aerion had any business knowing what she was talking about then no further explanation would be required. "You earned a break too. It might have only been a little while, but it was the very, very least I could do to thank both of you for your ongoing dedication." For whatever reason, 'ongoing dedication' seemed like a particularly funny phrase, and she giggled again.
It was late, and she had been drinking more than she originally intended. Not that it really mattered, since she could sleep in the morning. But it was precious time off, and she thought maybe some quality quiet time was in order. "Oh and listen, I did indeed find some nice fishing holes when I was setting up the course for Linette's training. And a bunny burrow. I have patrol tomorrow night, but if you're up for a trek tomorrow morning there is time." She rubbed her forehead. "I have a sneaky suspicion I'm going to want to be far away from the sound of people banging weapons against each other."
She turned her attention to Aerion. "Do you like to fish? Or are you more of a hunter? You know, that being your name." She let out a little sigh. "Maker's breath, I don’t usually sound this stupid. Honestly."
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #44 on Aug 14, 2010, 9:30pm »
Aerion was simply thankful that the conversation had moved on from the Star Metal in the Brecilian Forest, although he felt a little guilty that the attention had been turned on Andy's love life instead. He listened to the two quietly, drinking his ale. He was amused when Rhiannon began to speak of fishing. Clearly Andy and she had spoken of this before. Perhaps that's how Andy had met her.
Then Rhiannon turned her attention back to him.
"Do you like to fish? Or are you more of a hunter? You know, that being your name. Maker's breath, I don’t usually sound this stupid. Honestly."
"I enjoyed fishing when I last did it. But as I told Andrew, this was many years ago. I have not gone fishing since I was a child. I do prefer a good hunt though. There is more... strategy? And less... waiting?" Aerion shook his head faintly, motioning towards the mug as he continued. "I'm sorry, I'm not saying it very well. I blame that. So don't worry about how you sound. You can blame it, too." Aerion reached up to rub his forehead absently and set the mug aside. He would not be interested in a forth mug, that much was certain.
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