A book series all ye mateys would enjoy be Jim Butcher's Cinder Spires. First book be a little bit of a long read, yargh, and I still eagerly await the parlay of the second book release! Arrrrgh, plunder Captain Grimm's booty I shall! :)
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I have come up with the ultimate pansexual name! Drum roll please! Roryana. You can thank me later.
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Wow I forgot this existed!
EDIT: Oh, I had the last post. That was probably why. :o
EDIT: Oh, I had the last post. That was probably why. :o
Meh, that last song made me flashback.
Chip chittered furiously and banged his nut against the glass that produced a faint tapping sound as this green woman grabbed Ceria's hand. Meanwhile, the elf in question had not expected being grabbed so abruptly and swung her other (right) hand around in a hook intended to bash whoever it was who had grabbed her. Her punch was aimed at about head height for the goblin whom she had expected had made a move on her.
Fortunately, the punch sailed inches past the tiefling. "What are you doing?" she hissed, freeing her hand to gesture at the goblin who may have seemed slightly more agitated at the extended commotion. "Are you trying to start ANOTHER fight?" Her voice barely cleared whisper status as the elf turned heel and started toward the staircase before she remembered the barkeep hadn't actually given them any room keys yet. With an exasperated sigh, she turned back around, folded her arms, and stared pointedly in the male tiefling's direction.
Fortunately, the punch sailed inches past the tiefling. "What are you doing?" she hissed, freeing her hand to gesture at the goblin who may have seemed slightly more agitated at the extended commotion. "Are you trying to start ANOTHER fight?" Her voice barely cleared whisper status as the elf turned heel and started toward the staircase before she remembered the barkeep hadn't actually given them any room keys yet. With an exasperated sigh, she turned back around, folded her arms, and stared pointedly in the male tiefling's direction.
At that moment in time, Ceria Verkorcoran felt exhausted. The tiefling had seemingly wordlessly healed her arm near completely. The limb only twinged now and again as she stood with the rest of the group as they watched the tiefling bartender's impressive display of dexterity. When he pointed out an elf hater, she found that she barely had the energy to throw a glance in the hulking brute's way. To call a goblin a "hulking brute" was probably an insult to hulking brutes given how lean and beady-eyed he was, but the intensity with which he scowled at her quickly had her pulling up the hood that she forgot she wasn't wearing since the fight.
The elf didn't even have enough energy to smile at the barkeep's passing comment about her looks. Then again, it wasn't like she was particularly vain to begin with. When you prefer to live in the woods for as long as she had, the idea of romance became almost a foreign concept. At that precise minute a squirrel bounded on to the window ledge; a large chestnut in its paws as it chittered amiably to the room in general. The creature's violet-black eyes spotted Ceria and it let out a tiny squeak of excitement as it leapt off the windowsill and raced over to the elf, scrambling up from her boot to perch on her left shoulder. The elf hid a wince as the little fuzzy being's claws nipped at her recently healed shoulder.
Ceria absentmindedly stroked the little fuzzy's triangular head with a finger as she reached into her coin purse with her other hand. From it she withdrew twenty gold pieces and plunked them down in front of the bartender. "That should be enough to cover at least a few of our tabs I hope," she said softly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need a nap. Don't worry, I'll leave this little fella outside. His name is Chip in case you were wondering." She tucked her coinpurse more securely into her bodice as she strode over to the window and gently deposited Chip into the planter on the other side of the windowsill. She gave him a little pat on the head before she closed the double window panes and lowered a small wrought-iron black bar down over the middle so they latched securely from the inside. Chip looked a little sad as he sat on his haunches and nibbled at his nut.
In the meantime, Ceria had started looking for the way to the rooms but had not yet left the common area.
The elf didn't even have enough energy to smile at the barkeep's passing comment about her looks. Then again, it wasn't like she was particularly vain to begin with. When you prefer to live in the woods for as long as she had, the idea of romance became almost a foreign concept. At that precise minute a squirrel bounded on to the window ledge; a large chestnut in its paws as it chittered amiably to the room in general. The creature's violet-black eyes spotted Ceria and it let out a tiny squeak of excitement as it leapt off the windowsill and raced over to the elf, scrambling up from her boot to perch on her left shoulder. The elf hid a wince as the little fuzzy being's claws nipped at her recently healed shoulder.
Ceria absentmindedly stroked the little fuzzy's triangular head with a finger as she reached into her coin purse with her other hand. From it she withdrew twenty gold pieces and plunked them down in front of the bartender. "That should be enough to cover at least a few of our tabs I hope," she said softly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need a nap. Don't worry, I'll leave this little fella outside. His name is Chip in case you were wondering." She tucked her coinpurse more securely into her bodice as she strode over to the window and gently deposited Chip into the planter on the other side of the windowsill. She gave him a little pat on the head before she closed the double window panes and lowered a small wrought-iron black bar down over the middle so they latched securely from the inside. Chip looked a little sad as he sat on his haunches and nibbled at his nut.
In the meantime, Ceria had started looking for the way to the rooms but had not yet left the common area.
Actual song begins at 0:47 if that's all you care for. :)
"We're sorry, sir, but you can't..." the lady attendant at the spaceport sighed, framing air quotes with her hands, '...'go for a joyride' until the travel ban is lifted. What part about 'the spaceport is closed until further notice' did you not understand?" "Sir," the weary woman added belatedly. Sivvy was not even phased by her fatigue. "Oh okay, mahn, that is all cool! I come back latah!" In reality, the attendant had been dealing with him for over fifteen minutes now and had been on the brink of calling security. She would have but he had not turned violent....just exasperatingly effervescent.
As he walked away, ever-present megaphone at his side, Sivvy quite literally skipped his merry way down the main street of town. The nearly six foot tall dark-skinned human waved and grinned at people whom he passed. It seemed Vasishka was not quite ready for the arrival of someone quite so different as Siven Jeyer. People, namely gardeners and stay-at-home mothers, hurried inside at the sight of this man's unusual gaiety. Other passersby merely turned their heads in bewilderment at the skipping man.
Not eight minutes later, Sivvy heard a commotion just as he was about to enter his favorite pub, which was separated from the normal tavern district by a score of other squat buildings. His black-maned head turned to the left to find four imposing robot-looking things with a blue-skinned woman among them. Sivvy raised his megaphone in their direction with his left hand, yelled "I DIDN'T DO IT!" and sprinted off in the other direction at full speed. He turned a corner down an alley to the left, not daring to look over his shoulder. A playful smirk played itself out on his face as he ran through the narrow alley and made as if to dash out across another main arterial to a ladder he spied leading up a building to the rooftops across the street. Why was he running? He had no idea. The travel ban had bored him to the point that he just felt it was the right thing to do. His mind constantly niggled at him that there were things he should probably remember, but that just made Sivvy pump his arms and legs all the harder....
As he walked away, ever-present megaphone at his side, Sivvy quite literally skipped his merry way down the main street of town. The nearly six foot tall dark-skinned human waved and grinned at people whom he passed. It seemed Vasishka was not quite ready for the arrival of someone quite so different as Siven Jeyer. People, namely gardeners and stay-at-home mothers, hurried inside at the sight of this man's unusual gaiety. Other passersby merely turned their heads in bewilderment at the skipping man.
Not eight minutes later, Sivvy heard a commotion just as he was about to enter his favorite pub, which was separated from the normal tavern district by a score of other squat buildings. His black-maned head turned to the left to find four imposing robot-looking things with a blue-skinned woman among them. Sivvy raised his megaphone in their direction with his left hand, yelled "I DIDN'T DO IT!" and sprinted off in the other direction at full speed. He turned a corner down an alley to the left, not daring to look over his shoulder. A playful smirk played itself out on his face as he ran through the narrow alley and made as if to dash out across another main arterial to a ladder he spied leading up a building to the rooftops across the street. Why was he running? He had no idea. The travel ban had bored him to the point that he just felt it was the right thing to do. His mind constantly niggled at him that there were things he should probably remember, but that just made Sivvy pump his arms and legs all the harder....
Oh okay, I finally see what you meant with the lists. Better? :)
Thank you! Also edited in an image for the ship he acquired!
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