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Nihr

Tue May 17, 2016 3:11 AM Post Subject: Hot Cargo [P - R - Solo]

Nihr

Character Info

Name: Solomon 'Nihr' Blaque

Age: Unknown

Alignment: TE

Race: Eldritch Prince

Gender: Male

Class: Count/sorcerer/alien?

Silver: 667

Nihr closed the door behind him and tossed his bag near the bed. Stretching himself with a groan before taking off his cloak and walking over to the bed. Pushing his palms on the bed to test the mattress and then sitting on it, bouncing a couple of times with a smile. "This place isn't so bad." He said to Ramla as he slowly leaned back on the bed and supported himself on his elbows. He listened to Ramla until she mentioned Paradox, "Ah yes, that was very nice of her to help us." Rolling his eyes briefly as Ramla started to feel guilty that the Centaur spend money on them. To be honest Nihr didn't really care, if the female was willing to pay for them to get settled then who was he to complain?

"She'll be fine, Ram-La. How about this…" He said as he straightened himself and looked at her. "Next time we see her you can make her a nice meal as a thank you?" He tried to make her feel better, flashing his charming smile. "I bet she'd like a carrot cake. What do you think?" He said with a snicker. He couldn't help it, the Centaur was easy target for him. He chuckled and ducked, avoiding one of Ramla's slaps. Still giggly he got off the bed as she tossed her bag on it, wanting to unpack. He walked towards the window and opened it, peeking outside as he admired the view. From here he could see the airship docks and one of the many ravines that were used as a 'canal' for the ships to cross the city. In that ravine he spotted small hovels along the walls, crude buildings and misshapen figures roaming about. The low folk of the city, he guessed. And as he looked elsewhere he spotted small markets selling goods. Looking up gave him a view of the colorful pagodas that tried to reach the clouds. Fancy place, he slowly nodded to himself. Although his curiosity peeked when he thought about the technology that kept this place afloat, literally.

He looked over his shoulder, staring at Ramla who was dressed in a simple outfit that consisted of sandy colored, linen pants, and a blouse with a sash wrapped around her waist. He then stared at the cards in her hand and sighed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Can't we wait until tomorrow, we just got here?!" He understood the need for money, but today he just wanted to rest. Get some sleep and maybe food.

- Other Characters -
Ra-Mh'ri-La

- Threads in Chronological Order -
Strange Visitors - Hot Cargo - Afraid - Strange Sojourn - Art Competition - A far cry from innocence - A Colorful Reunion - Shadeflix: New and Improved

Ramla

Tue May 17, 2016 3:35 AM Post Subject: Hot Cargo [P - R - Solo]

Ramla

Character Info

Name: Sybille 'Ramla' Blaque

Age: 8000+

Alignment: TE

Race: Eldritch Prince

Gender: Female

Class: Countess/sorceress/alien?

Silver: 378

Ramla followed Nihr into their new room in Tarishitar. Glad to be on solid ground again…sort of. Glancing around the room she inspected the state of the furniture and if the bathroom was in proper order. She was grateful that this world had a sewer system, or at least this part of the world. She had no clue how advanced technology was elsewhere. But if they can make flying cities than it has to be pretty impressive, no? She smiled and answered Nihr, "No, this room is actually pretty nice. It must've cost Paradox a lot…" feeling the pang of guilt she started to chew her lower lip, "I kind of feel bad for her. She spend a lot of money on us. Clothes, some supplies, food and shelter…"

The Centaur really helped them out. If it weren't for her than they would probably still be roaming the coast by now, injured and confused. She sheltered them for a while until they recovered, taught them some basic words of the Common Tongue here. Even took the liberty to make some helpful cards for them with simple sentences on it to explain their needs to other people. She would have to repay the Centaur some day. She turned to Nihr when he suggested that she could repay the female with her cooking skills. Ramla almost laughed but she had to slap him, show the female some respect even if she wasn't in the same room as them. Aiming for his shoulder which he of course dodged with ease. She instead pushed him aside so she could place her bag on the bed and start unpacking.

There wasn't a lot of stuff they had with them. Just some spare clothes that Paradox was generous enough to buy for them, and some writing material. It always helped her clear her make sense of her thoughts if she could write them down. Nihr on the other hand wasn't much of a writer but he did enjoy to read every now and then…If he wasn't preoccupied with women. She took out the cards and removed the ribbon that held them together, reading over them and practicing her pronunciation of the words. On each card was a simple sentence like; I need food. I need medicine. I need work. How much? Etc… Simple stuff to get their needs across, and on the back of the cards Ramla had written the phonetics of the sentence so she knew how to pronounce them but also a translation so she understood what the card meant.

She looked up at Nihr who was staring out the window. He was dressed in equal simple clothing, dark pants and a shirt. If she hadn't stopped him he would've chosen something more fancy looking. But she couldn't let Paradox pay for it. Which made her remember something, "We're going to need to find jobs." She said as she stood up and showed him the card that related to seeking work. When he complained and suggested they waited one more day before job-hunting, she pondered about it. It was an exhausting trip, especially for her since they were forced to take an airship to get to Tarishitar. Ugh, she hated flying with a passion. It was unnatural, humans have two legs and NO WINGS. We were not meant to fly! Staring into Nihr's pouting face she sighed and agreed to relaxing for the day. One day wouldn't hurt.

- Other Characters -
Nihr-Th'tep-Ar

- Threads in Chronological Order -
Strange Visitors - Hot Cargo - Afraid - Dancing with the Shadows - Land of the Blue Sun - A far cry from innocence - A Colorful Reunion - A business trip - Row, row, row your raft across the Nyella Ocean and hope for Pirates

Nihr

Tue May 17, 2016 4:28 PM Post Subject: Hot Cargo [P - R - Solo]

Nihr

Character Info

Name: Solomon 'Nihr' Blaque

Age: Unknown

Alignment: TE

Race: Eldritch Prince

Gender: Male

Class: Count/sorcerer/alien?

Silver: 667

The next day, ….

Nihr and Ramla were strolling through the nearby market, sightseeing while also looking for work. Nihr enjoyed being a tourist more than a man who was desperately seeking work to find some stability. They wouldn't perish from being homeless, they were tough. But unfortunately they were used to luxury and the shiny side of life. Well, he was at least. He glanced at Ramla every now and then as she was falling behind. Exiting shops just as fast as she entered them. What a shocker, he thought to himself. "Would no one hire a woman who barely spoke a word of the Common Tongue here, despite her little cards?" He grimaced, that was a little too loud. Wincing when he got a jab in the ribs from Ramla who got offended.

He paused and gently grabbed her shoulders, "Alright, alright. This isn't going to work. Obviously this world isn't the same as Earth. People seem to be divided by a gender system when it comes to work. Women to girly stuff and men are warriors here and hard workers." He said as he looked around, purposely avoiding her gaze because he knew that what he had just said was bad. Very bad. But it flew out of his mouth before he knew it. It was a dangerous thing to tell a woman like Ramla where her place was. In the distance he spotted a youngster getting caught in pick-pocketing an old woman. He turned to Ramla, "We could do crime. Rob people? Swords for hire? You and I never shied away from getting our hands dirty." He said with a hopeful look on his face, at least a life of crime would hold some excitement over an average Joe job.

His hopes quickly shattered when Ramla scolded him again and suggested they spread out. He'd look in places where men were more needed and she'd continue to try the shops and whatnot. With a groan he adjusted his cloak, shielding himself from the sun as he sauntered though the market in search for work. His feet quickly brought him to the docks where he admired the ships as they floated through the ravines. He swore that one day he'd figure out what made them hover. He remembered, when he and Ramla took a ride in one, that as civilians there was no way to access the engines. In fact he hadn't even seen a door or path that would lead to them. So it's heavily guarded. Which makes perfect sense, who wants an idiot near the very thing that keeps you afloat. He noticed the glowing rings underneath the ships which he presumes was part of the engine.

Glancing about he spotted a group of young ladies staring at him, giggling behind their long, colorful sleeves. The perverted side of him bubbling to the surface again. Tall, dark, and handsome seems to be a rule of thumb on how to get lucky with the opposite gender. And his foreign accent and ethnicity would score him a bonus. He sounded like an evil overlord in his head with the devilish laughter echoing in there. A little fun never hurts. He straightened himself and adjusted his clothing, approaching the women and letting his charming smile do all the talking. "Hello there."

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Having wasted enough time, and managed to at least get one address of a girl. Or so he thought the slip of paper was that she handed him. Nihr wandered along the docks and spotted some workers who were trying to lift some crates with a rope pulley over to the ship next to them. Dock workers…He thought to himself. He observed for a bit, mostly to see what the job entails. Mostly heavy lifting, loading and unloading cargo. He also noticed how women tend to gawk at the workers. Harmless flirtatious fun. Yup! This was the job for him! Heavy lifting and girls!! He searched his pockets for those blasted cards that Paradox wrote for them. He looked around in search of the overseer. And it wasn't hard to miss him, he was standing on top of a large crate yelling commands left and right, and sounding very frustrated. Nihr approached him and flashed him the card, which said; -I do not speak the Common Tongue, I need work. -

The overseer quickly read the card and then let out a quick snort. "Hah! Work? But you don't speak a damn word of Tarish. The last thing I need is another moron who can't understand simple commands! Come on! I said left. LEFT!" The large man was very animated as he spoke, for as he spoke to Nihr he quickly trailed off to turn his attention back to his men who were -still- fumbling around with the damned crates. Nihr doesn't take rejection very well, in fact it was a foreign concept to him. Licking his upper lip in frustration he looked back at the group of men who were lifting the crates. A quick nod to himself as he took off his cloak, and the loose shirt. Not wanting to get it dirty. He walked up towards the dock workers and took over the rope. Whereas it took three men to try and lift the crates, Nihr lifted them with ease. His species being naturally gifted with Enhanced Strength certainly made an impression as the platform finally lifted off the ground and was slowly guided towards the ship and then gently lowered again.

Nihr rubbed his hands together and then placed them on his hips before turned around to look at the Overseer who was stunned. Not surprised though, the older man had seen his oddities. Scrawny mages who come here and show a feat of strength that didn't really fit their physique. Oh well. He motioned for Nihr to come back to him as he fished some coins from his pocket. Crouching down he explained to Nihr, "See that?! These coins will be yours if you can move all these crates over there, and load them onto the ship." he said as he pointed to the cargo and the ship. They both nodded and before the overseer could stuff the coins back in his pocket, Nihr took them from him and stuffed them in his own. He turned around and went to work. The overseer stared for a it before looking back at the rest of his men. Standing and roaring, "GET BACK TO WORK!" Everyone had to do their part, just cause someone was strong didn't mean they had to do all the work.

Nihr chuckled to himself as he picked up a couple of burlap sacks with spices and balanced them on his shoulder. Briefly looking over at the street, he noticed the increased number of females…I love this job.

Ramla

Tue May 17, 2016 7:10 PM Post Subject: Hot Cargo [P - R - Solo]

Ramla

Character Info

Name: Sybille 'Ramla' Blaque

Age: 8000+

Alignment: TE

Race: Eldritch Prince

Gender: Female

Class: Countess/sorceress/alien?

Silver: 378

The luxurious beast in her wanted to shop for better clothes and jewelry, but she resisted the many colorful stalls as she entered another shop. Asking around, with her cards, to see if anyone was willing to offer her work. Being rejected again she thanked them and walked back out, catching up to Nihr with another look of disappointment on her face. She remembered how hard it was to find work, and how discouraging it was to be rejected again and again. She didn't mind if the job was something petty and 'low', as long as she was paid. And at her age, she has had all sorts of jobs throughout her life. He glared at Nihr when he mocked the cards. Jabbing him in the ribs, "Well if it weren't for these cards we wouldn't have been able to get a ride on that blasted airship, or be able to rent a room at the Inn."

She stopped when Nihr halted her in her tracks, gently grabbing her shoulders and…insulting her. "What's your damn point." She said, he lips now pressed into a thin line, her eyes slightly glowing. She frowned and removed his hands from her shoulders when he spoke of crime. Sure, they had a taste of the crime life in some occasions. But right now, it was a bad move to go the mercenary route. The main reason being that they didn't spoke a damn word of whatever language ruled Revaliir, and by the sound of the tourists and the people here, there were several languages. Much like Earth, but there was a Common Tongue. Which was important to know right now. And frankly they didn't have enough stability, nor the number of allies to afford a brush with the law system here.

"Are you mad? Scratch that… We are not turning to crime! We do not have the connections, nor the allies to go that route. And I doubt your silver tongue will keep us out of jail if they can't even understand us! Now you go that way and you don't come back until night fall, you hear me!?" She gave him a shove before turning into another street and continue to look around. Glancing over her shoulder to watch him walk away, letting out a sigh in relief. She knew he'd be fine but she needed a break from him. She spend most of her day just job hunting. One after the other refused her, and she was starting to wonder if it was because of the language barrier, which she could accept, or if it was because she was a woman.

She was lost in her thoughts when she bumped into some people who seem to be arguing. An elderly woman was throwing someone out of her restaurant, scolding the boy for stealing from her. As the boy fell backwards he dropped the broom he was carrying. Ramla picked it up as the boy ran, she looked at the older woman and immediately showed her one of the cards. If I have to sweep floors then so be it. The elderly woman eyed Ramla for a bit, scanning her clothing and her looks. Bah, they only need to clean, she motioned for her to follow as she guided her through the restaurant. Showing her to the supply room that held cleaning items. She tried to keep her sentences simple, "You clean tables, floor, and do dishes. Okay? You can start with the dishes, we're behind." Ramla nodded, it didn't take a genius that her tasks were just to keep the place clean. Mopping floors, cleaning off tables for the next customers, helping the kitchen with cleaning the dishes. In short, she was the dishwasher girl…

Ramla observed the older woman as she hung up her cloak somewhere. "Very grouchy…" She whispered to herself. A cranky old lady as employer, lovely….

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Nightfall soon came and Ramla was exhausted and smelled like food that was dipped in boiling oils. She waved goodnight at the staff and went home. Finally arriving at the Inn she stayed at, she collapsed on the bed. She needed a bath but it looks like it was already occupied by Nihr who had worked up quite a sweat from working at the docks. Speak of the devil, there he was drying himself off. When she looked up at him she noticed how despite how tired he was that he still enjoyed the work he did. Figures, lust is like an anti-depressant for him, and an energy drink. Ugh. "I just cleaned so many dishes today, and the cook is lousy and disgusting." She listened to his day and rolled her eyes, so he already made some friends. She was too tired, she decided to take a bath in the morning then and went to sleep.

Nihr

Wed May 18, 2016 12:41 AM Post Subject: Hot Cargo [P - R - Solo]

Nihr

Character Info

Name: Solomon 'Nihr' Blaque

Age: Unknown

Alignment: TE

Race: Eldritch Prince

Gender: Male

Class: Count/sorcerer/alien?

Silver: 667

Nihr was relaxing in a nice hot bath, cleaning off the grime from a long day of loading and unloading cargo. It was a little strained at the beginning between him and the dock workers. But after lending them a hand without trying to crush their pride in being strong men, and cracking a few jokes then everything went by smoothly. He got out of the bath when he heard Ramla enter the room, figuring she wanted her turn once he'd refresh the water. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked from behind the screen door. A divider used to create privacy for when one changes clothes or takes a bath. He found her laying there, exhausted onto the bed. He chuckled when she spoke of her day… "My day was great! I found work at the docks, handling cargo. You know what my favorite part is about the docks?" he said as he sat down on the bed. "The view. The beautiful view of airships gently floating by in the ravines. And the pretty, innocent maidens waiting to be spoiled before their wedding night." His laughter was borderline sinister, mischief written all over his face.

He looked down at Ramla and leaned in a bit to get a whiff of greasy food. If he wasn't on Revaliir he could've sworn she smelled like Panda Express, only a very cheap version of it. He finished drying himself off and then wanted to say something but noted how quiet Ramla had gotten. "Hey, dishwasher girl?" he said with a poke. It seems she fell asleep. He stared at her sleeping form for a while, brushing a lock of black, curly hair out of her face before eventually pulling the covers over her so she'd stay warm.

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Days turn into weeks as the Eldritch pair continued to live their ordinary lives. Wake up, go to work, go back home. On their days off they'd enjoy each others company while shopping for extra clothes, and gather some personal belongings. And food as well since Ramla wanted to experiment with the local cuisine here. He on the other hand liked to study maps, and books about the sciences. Although those books were still of no use to him. He knew the language by now but not enough for complex sentences like that. But the maps, he liked to fantasize about possible adventures to be had. He had always been the restless type but the idea to travel the world and then seek a perfect spot to settle down together appealed to him. Although he had no idea why…

Nihr became fairly known at the docks as the 'foreigner with the strength of ten men'. He made friends that were willing to tutor him in the Common Tongue, and also Tarish. Not to mention the culture…Ahh, their culture. Yes, Nihr got to know about their culture on an intimate level whenever he would sneak onto the ships with a maiden every now and then. Long story short, the pair was adapting just fine to their new life on Revaliir.

Ramla

Wed May 18, 2016 7:44 PM Post Subject: Hot Cargo [P - R - Solo]

Ramla

Character Info

Name: Sybille 'Ramla' Blaque

Age: 8000+

Alignment: TE

Race: Eldritch Prince

Gender: Female

Class: Countess/sorceress/alien?

Silver: 378

The days were a drag at first. She wasn't exactly looking forward to be in a kitchen where people were snickering behind her back because of being a foreigner and not understanding their ways. Ramla wondered if they saw her like some sort of barbarian? The chef seemed to be more interested in lazing around and harassing the girls here. No wonder this place wasn't getting the amount of customers it should have. The red Lion was perfectly positioned in a busy street where markets are often held. When people were done with shopping, then this establishment was great if they needed rest and a quick meal. It was spacious and beautifully decorated (Although the place could use a lick of paint). And the menu was made with the ingredients of locally grown produce.

But Ramla noticed a pattern with the staff. The chef and the old hag of the Red Lion didn't quite get along very well. And the other girls who worked here would rather see the cook gone. So a plan began to form in her mind. On her days off she would experiment with the local food here, mainly with the ingredients she could recognize from the meals the chef made. It wasn't long before Ramla got to set her plan in motion. It happened when the chef decided that enough was enough and quit his job. Leaving the owner without a cook to serve her customers. That's when Ramla jumped in and took over the kitchen, becoming the new chef of the Red Lion. She made better money, and the meal she prepared were more healthy and simplified. After that, work became more tolerable.

Their docile lifestyle didn't last long, however. Because lately strange things have been happening in Tarishitar, and the Eldritch pair both feared it might've been their doing…

Nihr

Tue May 31, 2016 12:07 PM Post Subject: Hot Cargo [P - R - Solo]

Nihr

Character Info

Name: Solomon 'Nihr' Blaque

Age: Unknown

Alignment: TE

Race: Eldritch Prince

Gender: Male

Class: Count/sorcerer/alien?

Silver: 667

[Finished! Story continuation of Nihr and Ramla is over at Afraid ]

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