1. Welcome to Black Dahlia, an adult 18+ roleplaying and writing forum! Don't forget to vote daily for BDRP! The more you vote, the more awesome writers find BDRP, so vote each day! Click here to vote on Top RP Sites and here to vote on Top Site List.
  2. Follow BDRP on all major social media! Tweet at us, Like us, Follow us, Pin our Boards, Reblog us, and check out member Art!
    Dismiss Notice
  3. Looking for more ways to find partners? Check out the Fandom Catalogue and Genre Catalogue!

    Sign up and share what fandoms and genres you are interested in! See who's into the same things you are and give them a shout!
    Dismiss Notice

 Fantasy Moonlight And Mist | Alchemy//Dumble-Dork

Discussion in 'Roleplay Area Archive' started by Alchemy, Apr 9, 2019.

  1. Alchemy

    Alchemy All that hard, glossy armor... Administrator

    Messages:
    2,426
    Local Time:
    11:55 PM
    Her father hated it when she strayed among humans for too long. He regarded them with significant disdain, most likely because he thought himself above them. She was certain he still resented the fact that he and others like him did not rule this world wholly. They were stronger than the humans, but there were far fewer of werewolves and vampires in the world, so it was not as if they could take over by brute force. Asena was sure if they could have, her father would have jumped at the chance.

    "We should hurry, the moon's about to rise, 'Sena." Her companion, Ora said. Ora's concerns were more for her own behavior than Asena's. Being the child of Alpha's had its benefits, many wolves could shift at will, but some still felt the pull of the moon when it was full and bright in the sky. Once they crossed through the portal, Ora would have better control.

    "Go on, I will catch up. There was one last thing I wanted to get." Asena motioned with her hand for Ora to continue on without her, but her friend looked annoyed.

    "Your father said I had to stay near your side...." Ora whined. Asena could fend for herself, but her father still preferred she have a chaperone. He still had enemies and likely believed she was more vulnerable in the human world.

    "And you will be, I will be right behind you. I think it would be rather alarming if you suddenly went from a maiden to a wolf in the middle of the square, don't you?"

    It was a convincing enough argument that Ora huffed and turned on her heel, running lightly towards the doorway that worked as a portal to an inn that creatures such as the two women could access. Asena ignored her friend's attitude and turned to head into a nearby shop.

    The shopkeeper's eyes lit up as she entered. "Ah, Miss Valoran! My wife just finished the piece this morning, let me get it for you." He was an older man, his hands were slightly gnarled from arthritis. His wife was a few years younger than him and she had taken up the craft of making the jewelry they sold as his hands began to fail him. He went into the back of the shop and returned a moment later, dangling a chain of silver in his hand.

    "I think it turned out quite lovely, if I do say so." Swinging at the end of the chain was an opalescent crescent moon. Asena's grandmother had a necklace that was nearly its twin and that was why Asena had commissioned the piece in the first place.

    "I adore it, I'm afraid I cannot stay though, my father will be worried." She pulled a pouch of coins from her purse. "Please tell your wife thank you for her stunning work."

    The shopkeeper took the money with a large smile and Asena gathered the necklace into her hand. She was back in the streets and making haste to the inn a moment later, her feet clicking evenly against the cobblestone streets. Just as she was about to reach the door, a rather thick and somewhat drunk man stumbled his way into her. Her fingers flexed, but Asena did not notice that the necklace had slipped from her fingers, so she continued onward, into the inn.

    @Dumble-dork
     
  2. Dumble-dork

    Dumble-dork Well-Known Member Member

    Messages:
    17
    Local Time:
    1:55 AM
    "Fine weapons, fine weapons indeed" Fabien nodded at the weapons on the table next to his. The market town was busy and full of life as people walked back, looking at the different goods laid out on the wagons, tables, shops before them. He had never held a weapon in his hands before his father had always kept him away from that sort of thing. He knew how to use an axe, a bow for hunting but the swords in front of him were a complete mystery. As a boy, he had dreamt of own such a weapon, holding it, wearing armor, fighting for something he truly believed in.

    He could remember the loud growl he got from his father "In war boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes." The man had always told him that a time will come for Fabien to choose his own path. "I hope you have enough sense to look past it and see what it truly means. When your destiny finds you, boy, I hope you run from it"

    One day he had witnessed, a death by a sword like the ones he was looking at now and that foolish boy had grown up. Now, he liked the man's stories more than the weapons themselves, talking while selling his own goods. All Fabien knew was the farm and coming every once in a while to the market to sell some goods. His tables were rich in all different kinds of things from wool, wooden trinkets that he had carved, vegetables of all sorts and much more. This year had been good to them and instead of taking it easy for once his father wanted to push forth and get more land, more animals, more jobs to do.

    "Now boy are you thinking of stealing from me?" He heard his father's voice as he looked over at the man gripping a young lads wrist. His father peered down to the young boy's scared face "You want to earn this? You want to earn food in your stomach boy?" Instead of hitting the child, calling the guard, his father always seemed to offer out chances for people to prove themselves, especially in the worst kinds of situations.

    "I'm going for a walk before it gets dark I'm sure you'll be fine with your new help" Fabien spoke to his father and earned nothing but a growl in return as he was studying his the boy before him. Fabien wouldn't be surprised if he brings the boy back to the farm, to be a new hand. He left his father as he felt like stretching his legs, seeing a bit of the city, different lives and different sorts of people.

    He always liked being able to come to market and he hadn't been allowed for the last few years as he was needed on the farm. He wasn't sure why now, he looked forward as a drunk seemed to almost knock over a lady. He saw something fall from her hand, he hurried up and picked the delicate beautiful piece of jewelry up and rushed after to return it to its owner. The piece was beautiful, he wondered what it meant to the woman he was trying to chase down, she was fast.

    He followed her into an inn that he never noticed before. In the back of his mind, he registered a few differences about this in, how it felt, the people inside it but he paid no mind to it. "Excuse me you dropped this Lady" He spoke, holding the piece out towards her, wondering if she heard him or not.
     
    • Love Love x 1
  3. Alchemy

    Alchemy All that hard, glossy armor... Administrator

    Messages:
    2,426
    Local Time:
    11:55 PM
    Asena turned to face the man who had called out to her, he stood near the doorway of the in and he smelled...Human. For a moment, the scent distracted and confused her, but then the glint of the necklace caught her eye and she reached out to take it from him. Still, her mind went back to his scent. A human should not have been able to follow her in here, even if she had left the door open, the inn should have looked like just a plain wall to his kind.

    "Thank you..." Asena said as her fingers wrapped around the chain and took it from him. As she did, her hand touched his and for a second his scent seemed to change. At first, she could not place the familiarity, but all of the sudden it hit her. Faery, Fae, whatever name they were once called, that was what she smelled. No one else in the bar area of the inn seemed bothered, so she had to assume she had touched upon some kind of spell or something. If this man was meant to be cloaked as a human, most creatures like her would not have paid close attention to him.

    For a moment, she thought maybe he had cloaked himself, but it would make no sense to do so and then walk right into a place such as this. Someone had been protecting him and he had stumbled into a place he was not meant to be. Most of his kind was either dead or in servitude to others, little more than slaves. Her father would have scolded her for being concerned for his fate, but she could not help herself.

    "This is a precious item to me, please, let me repay you for your help." She motioned to the stairs. Both she and Ora had rooms here while they were in town, it was about two days travel back to her pack's lands. If she could convince him to follow her, perhaps she could figure out why a faery hiding as a human had ended up in this situation. "My name is Asena, Asena Valoran. Who might you be?"
     
  4. Dumble-dork

    Dumble-dork Well-Known Member Member

    Messages:
    17
    Local Time:
    1:55 AM
    Fabien felt a little unsteady after walking into the inn. A certain feeling was slowly creeping up on him that something wasn't right. His stomach felt uneasy, he wanted to look over his shoulder as if there was someone watching him, someone there lurking in the darkness. It was just an inn, some random inn, he knew he shouldn't be feeling such ridiculous feelings but... He couldn't stop the hair on his arms from rising and a little chill catching on him. The woman before him seemed pleasant, warm, ladylike but others... A few of the people stood out but in ways, he couldn't quite place he thought he looked at a pair of red eyes staring back at him. A pair of red eyes! That was ridiculous it had to be some candle flickering reflecting light.

    He tried not to look around at the inn and wanted to focus on giving the necklace back to the woman and getting out of whatever this place was. He loved the idea of sitting at an inn and listening to songs, watching people dance, maybe hearing a story or two, a meal that he didn't have to make himself sounded nice too but perhaps not in this place. He handed her the necklace and her skin felt warm, almost settling in some way as she took the beautiful crafted little necklace back from him. Why did she seem totally opposite than everyone else in here? Who was she?

    The beautiful woman spoke her name to him, it sounded like something out of a book, or a grand story, her name sounded of great importance. " Asena, Asena Valoran" He had the ridiculous notion to tilt his head into a small bow before this woman. "It was nothing to return it to you, really I was just in the right place at the right time. I'm glad I was and got to return it to you. It truly is a beautiful place and deserves a beautiful neck to call home, you will wear it well I think" He wasn't trying to charm the woman before him, he was statting it as if it was just the obvious truth. He wondered if the woman had been serious about bringing him up to a private room or if she was just being polite and expected a decline.

    As much as he would have liked to follow the woman up to her room and see what kind of conversation he could have with her the inn and its uneasiness was taking a toll. "I should get back to my Pa he never did like me wandering as if I'd find myself some trouble? We are on the merchant's row if you need some good produce, herbs, cloth and a few other things. My names Fabien it was nice meeting you Asena" He held his hand out to make his departure.
     
  5. Alchemy

    Alchemy All that hard, glossy armor... Administrator

    Messages:
    2,426
    Local Time:
    11:55 PM
    His manners were so very human, it was strange that he did not smell like one. He did not seem frightened or timid in this inn and none of the other patrons seemed to concern themselves with him. There were plenty of races that looked human for the most part, werewolves like herself, witches and warlocks. It caused her to wonder if she had mistaken his scent, but it did not seem likely.

    "No, I really must insist. I have a room here, please allow me to buy you a meal and thank you for returning this precious item." She took the held out hand, if he chose to leave after she ordered the meal, she would let him, but she would make a point to find his stall among the merchants if he did. Most of the faeries were dead, enslaved or in hiding and none of those would have been brave enough to venture to a place like this. Perhaps a slave, but they would have a master guiding them along.

    Asena led him to the tavern counter and order stew and pints for the both of them and mentioned the room she was in. The barmaid nodded happily. No one else in the inn seemed to regard them with any kind of curiosity and Asena found herself thankful for that. She looked back at Fabien and for the first time she noticed how handsome he was. It would make sense if he was a faery. Though he had the look of a farm hand, hard-worked and dusty, his square jaw and strong features still were quite lovely to look at. She knew why her father had feared the faeries. Their rulers had regarded werewolves as little more than dogs, but she still did not agree with his outcomes.

    "Please, stay and have dinner with me. It is the least I could do..."
     
  6. Dumble-dork

    Dumble-dork Well-Known Member Member

    Messages:
    17
    Local Time:
    1:55 AM
    Fabien knew there was no logical reason that he should be on edge. It was just an inn, after all, filled with people like him. People who just wanted to sit down and have a nice hot meal brought to him, who needed a place to stay, to grab a quick drink to quench a thirst. He knew there was nothing to fear but he still couldn't shake something being off about it all. A feeling that constantly made him want to look over his shoulder and check his surroundings. He knew it, his father had trained him, he knew how many people were in the inn, he knew how many steps from the door he was, how many steps to the stairs. It was all the information he had taken in upon arrival.

    The woman was persistent, he had heard that people in the city never stopped or slowed for anyone. Was it really that rare for someone to return a lost possession? Rare enough to merit some sort of reward? She shook his hand and then turned towards the counter and ordered them both some food before he could object. He ran his fingers through his hair as he watched the women she had ensured that he stayed with that. As it would be rude to decline her further.

    He nodded "Dinner would be nice, a dinner made by someone else even more welcome, plus someone new to talk to will be a real treat after all" He replied, he wasn't sure if she was a lady or not. Perhaps people knew her and turning down some sort of meal would mean disrespect for her? That name sounded like something else, along with her clothes, her skin, even her smell. He knew she had to be someone of importance or even some wealth...

    As uneasy as he felt here he didn't let it show on his features. His father had taunted him one day while hunting. A great beast stared them both down and his father told him to control his fears and his emotions and not to move. If he was scared then the animal would attack if he was calm then the animal would be calm. He pushed his son forward and fear had taken him, the animal had stirred and a low growl ripped through its throat. "Be calm son" He heard the words as he heard it now, calming, staying in the void that blocked out such emotions, the animal had not attacked him that day.

    He followed the woman up to her room, he was happy to get away from the main room. Happy to get away from that unsettling feeling that had been creeping along within him. Once he entered the room he asked what he had been wondering since meeting her. "I'm not from around here, I'm just a simple farmer I'm not in front of a noble or royalty am I?"
     
  7. Alchemy

    Alchemy All that hard, glossy armor... Administrator

    Messages:
    2,426
    Local Time:
    11:55 PM
    The room was actually one of the larger lodging spaces in the inn. A large bed was on one site and there was a small table on the other, all made of dark wood. Though the inn was usually quite boisterous, Asena still generally enjoyed staying here. It was also one of the few rooms with a fireplace, and it seemed as if Ora had instructed them to light it when she got back, so it was burning quietly near the table. The man before her did not seem to act in a way that held true to the stories her father told her. The war with the faeries had ended when she was babe so she had not interacted with many in her time.

    Her father had described them as crafty and cunning with an air of arrogance that could not be ignored. Perhaps this man was putting on some kind of show, but it seemed unlikely that would be the case. A simple farmer? Asena began to sift through the details he had told her so far. A farmer selling goods on merchant's row. There was no way it was a family of faeries hiding out somewhere acting human on a farm. No, it was much more likely he was some kind of refugee?

    A noble? No one had ever called her that, but she was more or less an equivalent to her. Her parents led the Valoran pack and her family had been either alphas or near alphas for centuries. In fact, she was the first girl to be born in a long line of sons, and the pack had typically passed from father to son, though in other packs it did not always work out that way. The alpha pair had to be ready to lead, but also to discipline, the members of the pack. If a son was weak or unable to lead, he was not going to find a good mate and he would have no chance at leading.

    "My father and mother are leaders, yes. We do not call them nobles where I am from, but...I suppose that would be correct." She explained. "And what of you, have you always been a farmer? Were you raised near here?"

    Almost on cue, there was a knock at the door and a server brought in the food and drink once Asena answered the door. A few moments later, they were alone again, and she settled into one of the chairs at the table.
     
  8. Dumble-dork

    Dumble-dork Well-Known Member Member

    Messages:
    17
    Local Time:
    1:55 AM
    Fabien took in the comforts of the room, he couldn't help but wonder who had stayed in the bed, why people needed to stay here. Why was this woman staying here tonight even? He was curious, curious about other's around him, curious to ask questions when he was given the chance. Walking towards the fire and bending down, using the poker to fix the logs inside of it and add another to it. At once it was giving off a little more heat than it had before, whoever had made it didn't pay enough attention to the placement of their logs. He turned around as if nothing had happened, perhaps it had been a weird move, he wasn't quite sure.

    The woman before him seemed to be someone of importance. How could she not be with that sort of name? It sounded important, royal if any names could sound those things, it was her name. There was something about it that made him curious. He felt as if he had heard it before even though he knew it wasn't possible. His father didn't talk much of names and people there was no way he would have heard it or even read about it but still... He hoped the question wasn't offensive, perhaps he should know her and he didn't. The way the woman handled herself it felt to him like she was someone of importance. He got the idea that she wasn't told no to very often.

    "I haven't met that many people but there's just something about you that seems..." He trailed off once the food came not really knowing how to finish his thought anyway. When she had turned and took him in, he felt as if it wasn't how a normal woman would do so. He sat down opposite her and looked down at the food, giving it a smell before anything else. He took a spoonful and felt the warmth of the hot stew warming his stomach. "This is good, perhaps I'm spoiled with good meals but it could use a little.." He looked up, then suddenly shut his mouth, complaining about a free meal wasn't polite. Plus, he was enjoying it, he was just talking without thinking.

    "Forgive me, I don't get to talk to strangers much and my manners are sometimes lacking. My words get out before my brain can stop them, thank you for the meal, I am enjoying it" He nodded and took another spoonful, he usually didn't talk when he ate something. He liked to just sit and enjoy his meal, relax after a hard days work, it was peaceful.

    "I am from close by, the farm is half a days ride from here. It's all I've ever known, the farm and the odd time my father allows me to join him here. The last few years it's been too busy to leave, I'm glad I got to come this time and see some of the city and return some lost merchandise, enjoy the new company" He smiled at her "Is there any meaning behind your new beautiful piece?" He always liked symbols, how that symbol could mean the world to her but nothing to him, it was beautiful but he didn't understand it, this intrigued him.
     
  9. Alchemy

    Alchemy All that hard, glossy armor... Administrator

    Messages:
    2,426
    Local Time:
    11:55 PM
    "You don't have to lie." She said, a genuine smile coming to her lips. Unless he was very talented in deception, it did not seem like he was the sort that was lying to her about who he was either. He had the manners of a farm boy, kind but perhaps a little improper. When he continued to tell her his story, Asena listened intently, as if there might be clues in the details.

    "It's a copy of one my grandmother wears, perhaps not overly valuable to someone else, but the necklace is of considerable worth to me. I'll inherit hers when she passes someday, but I had always admired it, so she and I decided to commission a piece that would be its equal." Asena explained. She took a moment to focus on consuming her food and thinking about what he had told her. He would not be the first fan raised among humans...In fact, before the war the fae would sometimes exchange their children for human children, as a means of later ransoming the family.

    She got the sense this was not some meddlesome thing. Someone had placed this young man with a human family and kept his lineage from him on purpose. They were trying to protect him...

    Perhaps it was best she left well enough alone then, let him live out his normal life among humans. It was a nice thought, but she got the feeling that she would not be the first to discover what he was. Eventually someone else would stumble across him and they would find out the truth as well.

    "You've mentioned your father, what of your mother? Is she back at the farm?"
     
  10. Dumble-dork

    Dumble-dork Well-Known Member Member

    Messages:
    17
    Local Time:
    1:55 AM
    Fabien smiled at the woman he was sharing a meal with, she could tell when he was lying. At least, at his pathetic excuse of verbal jumbo to get himself out of hot water after he had spoken his mind for a few seconds and then thought better of it. He almost offered that she should join him for a meal one day and to tell for herself. But of course, that wasn't likely, he would probably never see this woman again. What would this woman make of his country farmhouse? Would she like it? or was this woman used to the best life had to offer?

    He was delighted, it wasn't often that he got to share a meal with someone that he didn't know mostly everything about. He wanted to ask her questions but was afraid it would seem a bit rude to do so. He took a bite of his bread as she talked about the beautiful little necklace that she had made. He considered it for a few more seconds, taking in the beauty of it. "It sounds like it's very important, I'm glad I got it back to you. Only you could appreciate the beauty of it with anyone else it would have been wasted"

    He was instantly reminded of the ring he had back at home "You know, I have something similar, of course, it's a different design but a ring I love. I took it off, my father reminding me I should risk it being stolen or lost while on my travels" He thought about her question about his mother being back at home. Truth be told he didn't know his real parents, his father wasn't his real father both his parents were dead but the man raised him as if he were his own and deserved the title, dad.

    "No mother back home" He opened his mouth and then shut it again. Fabien wasn't shy about his past and who his parents were but he remembered several warnings from his father. Plus, it wasn't good dinner conversation to talk about such things. "What about you? Do you live close by or are you here on business? What is your story? Are you on some kind of adventure?" He asked as he brought some more food to lips with her name it sounded like she could be on some grand adventure and he was apart of it, he liked that thought.
     
  11. Alchemy

    Alchemy All that hard, glossy armor... Administrator

    Messages:
    2,426
    Local Time:
    11:55 PM
    An eyebrow arched when he mentioned a ring. The fairies did wear jewelry, but rings sometimes held significance, some even denoted where they fell in the hierarchy, which meant this man before her could have been much more than just a run of the mill fairy. Matters only seemed more complicated when he said he did not have a mother back home. The details were sparse, but she felt like her intuition was right. He was a fairy child raised by a human father.

    "The ring, what does it look like?" she asked, and then realized it might seem like she was oddly prying. "It must be quite lovely if you have such an affinity for it." She added, trying to cover her curiosity. She did not want to push to hard, that might spook him and if he wandered back into the night and someone from the bar realized what he was, he might be in trouble. It was strange that she wanted to protect him, when her father had devoted so much time ensuring the fairies lost all their power.

    "It's a bit far, hence the room in the inn. About two days travel from here to my father's estate, but I needed to get the necklace and get some supplies. I wouldn't call it an adventure. I have many of those back home." She said. At home she could run the length of the woods and explore, but here she was stuck within one side of her nature. She looked at him, wondering if it was best to be gentle or if it was better to just tell the truth about what she discovered. Perhaps if he confirmed what the ring looked liked, she could make the right choice.
     
  12. Dumble-dork

    Dumble-dork Well-Known Member Member

    Messages:
    17
    Local Time:
    1:55 AM
    Fabien found it interesting and he couldn't help his curiosity. The two people inside the small inn met by complete chance. He liked that sort of thing, those were always the best stories when it just happened and life got swept up and lost along the way. He was sure nothing would come of it they would eat and part ways and that would be it, but still interesting. They had completely different lives, he wanted to know as much about her as he could. She probably lived an interesting, exciting life and his well, it was something else entirely. He loved his life, he loved the farm, but his story wouldn't be some grand adventure but her's, well with that name she had to be on one.

    He answered the question about the ring, giving her some detail of what it is, to the best of his ability. "Honestly, I do love it but I don't think it's made for me or my family. It's fancy and looks like a king should be wearing it. I'm sure it could pay for my farm five times over if I were to sell it but" He shrugged and trailed off, he often felt. Ridiculous when wearing it but then he felt other things too that were hard to describe. "Perhaps I'm too simple for finer things such as that" He admitted after a little silence.

    Fabien remembered a warning from his father to watch what he said about people asking questions.. Another warning, he could have written a book about his father's warnings half of them he didn't remember until too late. Like now? No, she only asked about it after he brought it up there was nothing sinister about that, only curiosity. He would have asked her too if he hadn't seen what her necklace looked like so there was no reason to get suspicious about it.

    "I bet it's really nice! Somewhere a beautiful woman like yourself and that beautiful new necklace will fit right in. As much as I do love getting away I do miss the forest, the lands. When I first got here it freaked me out all the people and this place isn't even that big I'm told. I can walk for what feels like forever without really coming across anyone, it's a different world. I'm building my own little cabin I needed some more supplies for it that I didn't have the skill or tools to do myself"

    He took another bite of his bread "May I ask what a woman like you is doing in a place like this? I mean, there are a few other inns that would seem to fit a woman, such as yourself. The people downstairs seemed a little.. off"
     

Share This Page