Thread: Sword and Sorcery (Aldir, Dals Way)

Leann made a note to avoid Dwarven Ale like the plague if it was any worse than what Anya was currently consuming. A drunken sorceress was like a hazard others would not appreciate dealing with. The woman however took exception to the comment regarding her clothing, huffing ever so slightly and pulling her tattered robe up closer around her. Robes were a common sight to see among wizards and sorcerer, a typical fashion trend among weavers of the arcane. The sorceress had other reasons to value this robe in particular, though they were not something she was inclined to share at the moment. Its called a robe, I will have you know. It is a common fashion among civilized arcanists. Besides, in my home city we tended to dress at least with some modicum of common decency. Honestly, if your intention is to block every sword with bare flesh Id say you would quite succeed. The sorceress shot back. In any event, what purpose would mobility serve one such as me? I tend to dispatch foes long before they reach me, and even if I did not I have enough faith in your own martial abilities to handle those that would profane my personal space. The woman finished with a nod, the closest thing to a compliment she could pay while still holding to her pride. Leann listened to the answer to her question and she fell deeper into her own mind, pondering over what she had just learned. The sorceress was from a more civilized region of the world, raids and such were a thing of far off places. She had heard stories though of barbarian hordes coming down from their homes and looting and pillaging and raping, typical horror stories. The woman wondered then if her companion had partaken in such affairs, deciding to keep that question to herself at the moment. Given that she had been given her answer turnabout only seemed like fair play so Leann wracked her mind for her first kill. Unlike Anya, she had no raids to call upon, only the ordeals of a sorceress coming into her power. It didnt take long for her to recall in terrible detail her first, nowadays it was a thing of the past but back then it had been the start of her journey. All users of magic had stories of their first use of magic, when their birthright became apparent to them and all of them were generally very bad. Sounds pretty quick. Lucky for you. Mine was this butchers girl down the street from where I lived. I must have been about six or seven at the time. Anyway, she and her friends got in their heads to push me around a bit. I got angry, I wanted her to burn. Next thing I know her heads on fire. Week after that, I was spirited away to learn my arts. The woman said, her voice low to avoid too many prying ears. I didnt mean to do it, but she died so it counts I suppose. Leann affirmed with a nod and a sip of her water. Her eyes turned towards the tavern floor then and she noted a cloaked figure entering, who looked around and spotted the pair of women rather easily. Leann gave Anya a look, nodding in affirmation for her to get the pair started off with introductions. The sorceress was more of a watch and wait type, she wanted to size up their potential employer and his job before taking on anything that was offered. Besides, Anya was the more personable of the two of them it only made sense for her to do the talking. Excuse me, might you both be the two who contacted me earlier? I heard that a dark haired robed woman and a distinctive looking battle maiden might be looking for gainful employment, I assume you are they? The man said as he arrived at the table.