Thread: A Neko's Quest (Star x Ryax)

RE A Neko's Quest It was a day like any other day. There had been a plenitude of jobs available at the tavern, ranging from lowly, even degrading, to awesome and luxurious. As every day, the shining knights in armor, clad with experience and radiating might had taken all the better jobs, because that's what everyone who looked for a warrior wanted. It would clearly assure that the job would be done, and both parties would get even more rich and famous. They wouldn't want a nobody to do their prestigious jobs. The nobodies always got the lowly and degrading jobs. Today however, there had been an especially lowly job available, in the end involving a rather large chicken, eggs, dirt, canines and couple of people from the higher standing society. No further details will be revealed about this, as it is far too degrading and painful to read about. The lowliest jobs had, as always, for the past couple of months, gone to our local lowly hero, Ryax. Ryax had recently finished a couple years of training to become a full fledged warrior! It was a most prestigious occupation, at least from what he had seen. The part's he had not seen was the lowly parts of being a rookie, until you struck fame. It didn't help that during his training, he had made a large, early mistake, due to faults in the teachers instructions, unfairly labeling him as a failure for the duration of his training. Despite his current reputation as a warrior, he had been very excited about finally getting his first job at the local tavern. When he had first made his way to the tavern, he was radiating with excitement, wanting to earn his own coins and wanting to help people out. The tavern keep didn't exactly give him the sort of graceful job he had hoped for, but none the less he took it with genuine excitement. Ever since that day, he had been stuck with lowly jobs, not even getting a fair chance when it came to choose a better job. The higher ranking warriors and knights had always pushed him aside, stealing the jobs from him right in front of his nose. He tried to stand up for himself but he had always gotten shut down, always defeated in battle against the other warriors and knights, who had much more experience and better equipment then him. He had gotten himself a terrible standing within the city and was beginning to loose faith in himself. On this particular day, Ryax was feeling worse then he had felt for a long time. The particularly lowly job had possibly... made him sunk lower in the eyes of everyone. But never the less, he had gotten his pay, so he could finally afford that fancy, shiny steel sword he had been eying for a while at the local weapon smith. It was the last thing that was missing for him to complete his very own equipment set! With this... he would look much more appealing for the customers, he would be able to take on better jobs and finally, finally climb the ladder of fame. He made his way over to the weapon smith and slammed his coin purse down the counter and yelled with much excitement, Smith! Today is the day I finally get my hands on that sword!. The smith laughed as he approached Ryax, sarcastically replying, HA! Really? Have you finally collected enough scrap metal for me to FORGE you one!?. Ha. Ha. HA! I really have the money this time.., Ryax said with a calm expression, yet his voice a little irritated. Ryax poured out almost all of his coins onto the counter and pointed at the shiny steel sword in the back of the shop and said excitedly, That one. I've been eying that one for months now... I finally have enough money!. The smith eyed the coins and muttered something while walking over to the sword, picking it up and bringing it back, laying it on the counter and started to count the coins in front of him. The smith finally said, Yes... It seems about right.. The smith looked over Ryax for a little while and said, Hey kid.. You finally have all of your own gear now. Maybe you can finally get out of the hole you have dug for yourself.. Ryax quickly replied, But it wasn't my fau...., he stopped himself and sighed deeply as a fake smile appeared on his lips. He continued, Yea... I hope I can start getting somewhere now. Maybe even get out of here.., his voice was clear but dreamy. Ryax grabbed the sword and tied it firmly by its sheath to his belt. There we go... Time to head back to the tavern, I'll see you later!, he said as he waved to the smith and headed off towards the tavern. While walking towards the tavern, he passed by a mirror shop. As he passed by he couldn't help but to glace over himself to see himself in action with his new sword. He performed a few poses, looking rather hilarious to anyone that would have seen him, which of course a lot of people did. Ryax was a shy 5'6'' in height, a bit thin but still held a perfect frame for speed, power and taking hits. During his training he had worked really hard, developing nice and lean muscles to help the people in need. He had a semi-short, dark brown hair color, with it's style naturally being rather messy and all over the place. His eyes had a dark, deceptive brown color to them they seemed to draw much attention from the rest of himself. His gear complimented his body type fairly well and was primarily shaped by the new steel sword he just bought, a dark green leather tunic, some stylish black leather pants and a red, full cloak, just to feel more like the hero that he wanted to be. The rest of his gear was quite plain, not really noteworthy but it did what it was supposed to do nonetheless. Despite the plainness, he was satisfied over his look, it suited him pretty well. He turned around decisively and resumed his path to the local tavern. When he arrived at the tavern, the sky had begun to grow darker. Ryax made his way through the wooden doors of the tavern, greeted by the much familiar smell he had grown a bit fond of over the months. In the murmur of the tavern, some quiet laughs were heard, clearly directed at him, as he headed inside the dark, poorly lit dungeon of warriors and common folk. He was not really respected in this town anymore. But this was all about to change! He had his new, shiny steel sword to complete his very own gear set! He firmly believed that people would look at him with different eyes now. Ryax made his way over to the counter and slammed his hand down with his remaining coins on it and exclaimed, Tavern keep! Give me a stout of your best mead!. The tavern keep looked over and frowned as she said, Are you trying to scam me again, boy?. She saw the coins on the counter in front of Ryax, quickly scurried herself over and equipped her charm as she said playfully and a bit flirtatiously, So you finally have some real money now do you? My finest mead is coming right up!. Ryax enjoyed to finally getting a bit of respect. Here ya go! Just call on me if you need anything else!, she said cheerfully as she placed a large stout of mead in front of him. He smiled and nodded at her, picked up the stout and headed into his usual dark, poorly lit corner of the tavern. His usual table was a slight bit away from everything else, like it was designed for people who wanted a bit of a refugee even though they were in a tavern full of people. It housed a small, round, old oaken table, 2 chairs and a small sofa that fit two people at most, possibly a bit snuggly. The table had a small, faintly burning candle in the middle. Ryax sighed lightly as he arrived to his usual table, put down his stout of mead and sat down on the sofa. He brought the stout to his lips and tasted the warm, refreshing and sweetly delicious mead that trickled over his lips, tongue and throat. A quiet moan of deliciousness escaped his lips as he thoroughly enjoyed the mead, then put the stout down on the table again. He gazed upon the people in the tavern, they were all the same as usual, except for a few new already occupied faces. People went in and out of the tavern frequently, so it was not a surprise when yet another face appeared as the doors opened. Despite this, Ryax looked over and found himself staring at the young woman standing in the doorway. He couldn't see much, but there was a clear, radiating aura of excitement, determination and nervousness coming from the woman. He felt himself strangely drawn towards her and was just about to stand himself up to head over and greet her, maybe figure out why she was there and maybe get a better job out of it. But all of his hopeful thoughts were sternly walled aside as many of the experienced knights and warriors inside had already started conversations with her as she had made her way into the tavern depths. Ryax sighed deeply and remained seated in his small sofa and drank some more mead, because these were the warriors that he could not hope to win over, he did not have even the slightest chance of even beginning to compete with them for jobs. He would just be pushed aside like usual. Still, a hope remained firmly anchored in the back of his mind. A hope that the woman would by some freak coincidence, make her way over to him, even though the chance was abysmal since he was seated the farthest away in the loneliest of corners. He couldn't shake her out of his head quite yet.