A conversation, public enough...



  • ::A dark haired, brown jacketed young man settles down leaning against a tree-stump in the Peltarch commons. He glances over to a red haired sneakish woman, as well as the well-known Cerulean Knights captain, Anakore, who are both sitting side-by-side on a wooden bench::

    Zora Montague: ::Smiles and settles into his grassy seat, drumming his fingers on his knee:: Second thought, I need some action.

    Anakore: relaxation huh?

    Zora Montague: Nothin' ever happens these days. You either gotta find trouble yourself or be utterly and laughably bored outta your mind, yah?

    Zora Montague: Speaking of which, miss Nicahh, mister Anakore,

    Zora Montague: I'd like to cordealy invite you to, wait, did I say cordealy right? … Whatever, I'd like to invite you both into the NAC.

    Anakore: I think plenty happens

    Anakore: just no major destruction of the city, for which I am grateful

    Anakore: of course this does lessen my scope for heroism, but then again
    I prefer to be alive

    -Nicahh-: NAC?

    Zora Montague: Yes, the NAC. And no, it's not like a 'knack' for things, or anything like that, it's an abbreviation, which here means; Narfell Adventurer's Club.

    -Nicahh-: Ah.

    Zora Montague: ::Grins to them both::

    Zora Montague: So what about it?

    Anakore: what does membership of your club entail?

    Zora Montague: It entails fun and excitement.

    Zora Montague: And whatever spoils we find on our trips and expeditions
    to various locations and dangerations. I mean, dangers.

    Zora Montague: ::Smiles:: So whaddya say?

    -Nicahh-: I would not mind accompanying you. Just no tempting of the gods with foolish statements when I am in a cave with you or whatever.

    Zora Montague: Hmm.

    Zora Montague: Those are tough odds.

    Zora Montague: You drive a hard bargain miss Nicahh.

    -Nicahh-: smiles

    Zora Montague: tell me, Nicahh, ::He flicks his wrist, a card producing
    itself between his fingers:: how do most people live their lives?

    -Nicahh-: I can tell you how I live mine. I can not truly judge how another lives.

    -Nicahh-: Actually, I could not, life is random, i can tell you how I react to
    life.

    Zora Montague: Oh tsss, you're an adventurina miss Nicahh, you don't
    count. Well, at least I think you are. Anyways, I'll tell you how most
    people live their lives.. ::Smiles, twirling the card between two fingers::

    Zora Montague: People grow up as a child.. then when they reach a
    certain age.. they say goodbye to their parents.. become slaves to
    gold..try to make ends meet.. and they die.. it's the bittersweet fact of
    life.

    -Nicahh-: adventurina? Is that like a risky ballerina?

    Zora Montague: That's right, a risky ballerina.

    -Nicahh-: I don't quite see life like that.

    Zora Montague: Of course you don't

    Zora Montague: You're an adventurina.

    Zora Montague: I'm talking about most folks, miss Nicahh.

    Zora Montague: You, and I, and mister Kore here don't count. We're not
    the norm.. I'm an illusionist, your a sneakish sort, and Kore's a
    spellsword.

    Anakore: chuckles slightly

    Zora Montague: I mean the commoners we see every day. ::Smiles,
    letting go of the card. it begins floating over to Kore and Nicahh::

    -Nicahh-: arches a brow, and smiles slightly

    Zora Montague: ::Snaps his fingers three times, claps once and blows a
    strand of hair from his face -- The card then "poof"ing into a cloud of
    smoke, displaying various short scenes or images.... one of a dragon,
    growling and arching it's shoulders, the other of a band of goblins pointing
    toewards a band of orcs, waging war..::

    Zora Montague: ::Then another of two armored men laughing over a
    chest of gold, then another of a grinning band of men and women alike,
    wielding crossbows and swords and other weapons.. then another of the
    same band of men and women walking into a cave, then walking out
    covered in gold::

    Anakore: blinks a bit, raising his eyebrow at the images

    -Nicahh-: Impressive.

    Zora Montague: ::Smiles, glancing to them and his image card out of the
    corner of his eye, various "poof"s of smoke presenting themselves
    between the images::

    Zora Montague: ::Finally the card floats down to the bench, rid of magic,
    and lays there blank and white::

    Zora Montague: don't want to be a slave to gold; and then die.

    -Nicahh-: That would be a waste.

    Zora Montague: I want to find adventure, be rich, make my fortune, have

    fun with friends and explorers. You know?

    Zora Montague: ::grins::

    -Nicahh-: I do.

    Zora Montague: So, now then

    Zora Montague: Considered my offer?

    -Nicahh-: Of course Zora.

    Zora Montague: And? Whaddya say? ::Still laying slumped against the
    tree in true care-free form, arms folded behind his head::

    Zora Montague: Look around, miss Nicahh.

    Zora Montague: You see men and women, rushing to stores for food,
    running around carrying boxes, trying to stay alive through pay checks.

    Zora Montague: I see boring idiots. ::He states, hinting jest and grinning
    semi-jokingly::

    -Nicahh-: It is a painfully plain existance.

    -Nicahh-: But it is safe and many desire that.

    -Nicahh-: Or safer, I should say.

    Zora Montague: I'll be honest with you; safety often equals boredom.

    Zora Montague: Like I said..

    Zora Montague: "Slaves to gold, then they die."

    -Nicahh-: nudges Anakore

    Anakore: seems content to to let Nicahh and zora talk, not having
    anythying to add to the conversation

    Zora Montague: Might as well do SOMETHING before that happens? Right?
    And hells, if you die trying, what better way to go out with one big fakin' -
    bang- ::Grins::

    -Nicahh-: Bored...slave to gold dear? smiles looking up into Anakore's
    face

    Anakore: not quite.

    -Nicahh-: So Zora...for all your preaching... why are we sitting here
    talking?

    Zora Montague: Because I don't have a band of adventurers yet.

    Zora Montague: People are still flocks of sheep to the system our leaders
    have set up for us.

    Zora Montague: ::Chuckles::

    Zora Montague: Can't adventure alone.. remember.. I said "have fun with
    friends."

    Zora Montague: Not "have fun alone."

    -Nicahh-: You can have fun alone...winks

    -Nicahh-: But with others is best.

    Zora Montague: Ahem ahem :Chuckles and grins:: Aye, It's one of my
    life's goals. Establish the NAC so those friends are always
    around, ::Smiles::.

    -Nicahh-: Well, we all need goals.

    Zora Montague: Life would be boring without'em.

    Zora Montague: ::Tilts head upward, sighing happily at the rain, closing
    his eyes::

    Zora Montague: Give me your answeres when you're ready.. I'm painfully
    used to having people say they'll answere me, or get back to me, and
    never doing it.

    Zora Montague: So please, a "no" will do. ::Grins::

    Zora Montague: But if you want to escape a life of slavery.. give me a
    nudge. ::Grins to them both::

    Anakore: decides not to comment on that

    Zora Montague: Bah

    Zora Montague: ::pushes himself up:

    Zora Montague: ::Absent wave of the hand::.. I'll chat with you both
    later, maybe you'll both be ready to answere then, yeah? ::Grins::

    -Nicahh-: Bye Zora.

    ::The conversation was heard by anyone who may of passed by the usual Peltarch crowded streets::



  • Belade passes the conversation, covered in blood, her armour dented in places, scars and tattoos visible on all parts of her body that aren't covered. All in all, she looks like she's been in some fights, walking tall and proud, holding up a nice looking gem to the sun as she goes, putting it away as she passes Zora.

    Lookin' for some adventure are ye lad? Ye can come along next time me and my mates go out. We've been running into Ettins, petrified wolves that spawn weird shite, Sauri at the kobolds, not to mention the shite that's usually there. And, by the way, here's my card.

    Hands him a small card;

    You can sign me up for that NAC thingy. The name's Belade, and giving the foes of Sune a right good trashing is what I do.