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#1Kurdran Briggs 

Default on Sun Jun 03, 2018 2:39 am

The results of the fishing contest. The results were shown on a big board for each sector. However, those results proceeded to point at a little bit of a weird sight of a wet dwarf with his hair down like a cowl, in one hand a rod with big salmon and couple of trouts, and in the other, a bucket with small fish that could outright just be called "snacks". However, Kurdran ignored the minor chuckles, and laughed aloud, lifting his finger up. "And that`s how ye do it, ye flowerpickers, hehe!" He was like a barrel of pride and happiness himself...

...Until he looked at the big board and saw some other familiar names in the list of victors. Those people seemed to have a lot bigger scores than him... And one name especially caught his eye: "Esperia". "Pfeh, bloody succubus cheating again..." Who was he to mock what those freaks were into. Besides, with the huge difference between his and her scores, it was VERY obvious she had cheated. From the other names, "Fiammetta" rang a bell again... and he had this brief moment where it felt like pieces were coming together... Fia, Esperia... Why did they feel so connected... Well, one was a friendly drunk pal, and the other was a cocky princess with a slutty demon inhabiting her plank flat sex appeal... what was the connection there? He was about to come to a simple conclusion with his memories, as his eyes widened...

Only for him to notice "the oracle". The lady who had given him her bucket of bait sized fishes. He had offered her a meal of the fish he had caught, and she had declined. At the time he didn`t know whether he should have felt insulted. He wanted to celebrate his victory! And that was kind of hard to do alone. However, she had seemed kind of mellow about it. So mellow in fact, that she had GIVEN him her fishies. And now she was just walking away, without any interest in the competition whatsoever.

...Maybe he had gone a bit in her face about the fact that he beat her prophecy so throughoutly? Thinking on it some more, he proceeded to groan...

And charged towards the lady with the bucket and fishes in hand. "Hey you! You sure you don`t wanna eat these fishies?! I am a pretty decent cook!" he felt this need of making himself look a bit better in her eyes for whatever reason. For now, it was propably just intuition.

#2Vivianna Mystcreek 

Default on Sun Jun 03, 2018 12:12 pm

Stretching, Vivianna looked at the sky as she walked. The fishing experience had left her a bit of a finger pain and some warm feelings. Not thinking more about it since she didn't expect a lot to begin with, she had given away her bucket of fish to the dwarf who seemed to be delighted to have gotten the bigger fish and made her leave. She didn't think more on it afterwards. A man wearing a flat cap hat caught her attention for a single second.

However, while she wasn't thinking about the fish, she had dreamt of some sweets. Strawberry cake sounded well at that moment, so her eyes started to scan around for a cafe or a pastry shop. At worst, she could take it with her to her room. However, things seemed to have taken the choice to go differently.

Hearing heavy pattering and water sounds behind her, she turned to see the same dwarf. Feeling flustered with his sudden appearance, her tongue kinda fell in a knot. Another offer? Ah, the offer for the fish. Vivianna felt a bit panicked and stuttered. Looking at the water swishing around, she felt an impulse to hold it so that the fish wouldn't fall out of it. "C-careful now," she muttered. She then turned her wary eyes to the dwarf himself. Was there something he wanted? Unsure, but kinda happy that someone had run after her to ask her for some dinner, she smiled. "Have we exchanged names? I'm Vivianna." she asked and said while trying to remember how his reading had gone off. "You seem awfully determined to let me taste your fish," she said, chuckling.
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#3Kurdran Briggs 

Default on Tue Jun 05, 2018 2:03 am

He luckily got her attention pretty easily, compared to his usual efforts. Though annoyingly enough, she didn`t seem exactly hyped to have a meal with him now either. Actually, she seemed more scared about the bucket sloshing about. "Och... Sorry. Fish are propably a bit better as belly fillers than hats, hehe." Gotta remember with these dang fancy ladies. They don`t like handling their fish with bare hands.

"Me name`s Kurdran Briggs. Should be easy enough to remember." He proceeded to shrug as well as he could with two already filled hands. "So yers is Vivianna, huh?" He rubbed his beard a bit as he glared at her in a thoughtful manner. Uptill now, he had pretty much called her "an oracle". Thats what he usually called different kinds of predictors. Also, It was a way shorter name than what she had given... bah. "It`s a fitting name I suppose. A bit long for me taste though." Finally found out what she was actually called and already about to insult an oracle for giggles? That´s just outright rude. He was here to make her feel better, not to taunt her.

Though he had to wonder about it, since she happily just chuckled at his initiative.  "Well ye know. I just thought that ye lost, so I wondered if ye would like to share the victors spoils, "good food, good mood" after all!" The old dwarven saying had proven itself time and time again true in his head. It was a well meaning thought that`s for sure, albeit the way he worded it was almost indirect bragging. He pulled his rod forward, and pushed the big trio of salmon almost in her face. They were all the length of his mohawk down to the last strands of his beard. "I am a big eater, but even I can`t eat this big of a meal in one go. These beauties would propably rot before I was finished with em."

He pulled them back towards himself. "Besides, ye didn`t tell me if ye predicted the result correctly." He looked very intrigued. "It`s bloody brave of ye to take part in a competition like that, if ye knew the result in advance... Or was it some kind of lottery card? Wheel of fort tuna or something?" The dwarf pretty much shone curiousness. His mind had switched topic completely into knowing more about her "predicting magic tricks".

#4Vivianna Mystcreek 

Default on Tue Jun 05, 2018 3:20 am

"Yes, I am Vivianna," she said with the same content expression. When the dwarf mentioned it's length, she chuckles once more, "Call me Vivi then, or Vi." While she stood there, she felt a bit awkward. The dwarf appearance was rather sudden, but then again, Kurdran seemed to be fond of appearing out of nowhere. She wondered if the same could be said for everyone before the dwarf spoke of his intentions: Some kind of feast. Vivianna's eyebrow cocked as she still had her smile, but it didn't seem as just warm as before, but rather playful too now. "Still on that?" she asked, listening to him. When he pulled that big fish however, she couldn't help but lose her posture, "A-agh.." she mumbled with the long fish right in her face. The smell wasn't the most pleasant. Stepping to the side and staying rather diagonally to Kurdran now with an expression of discomfort, but still with a smile, she tried to find words to speak.

Maybe, it wouldn't be so bad to go along with him. Vivianna did like fish after all, and she felt a needless desire to be not as lady-like she probably gave the assumption of. The problem here that she was always written as one. Sighing, and trying to find courage, she began to speak.

"Okay, Kurdran," she said and opened her eyes which she had closed so tightly. "Oh, the competition?" she said with a rather dazzled expression. "I just joined it for fun, well, I did pick a random card from my deck, but it didn't really give me anything of value," she said smiling once more. For a brief second she looked up right as she tried to remember which card she had picked. She would forget them so easily... "It's not really brave," she said going back to her old happy expression. "I didn't have much expectations to begin with."

A different side of her had wanted to be out for so long that she couldn't ponder on the dwarf's mistake except for a chuckle. She would love to correct him, but her heart was already racing. She stood up right and with closed eyes tied her hair to a bun very quickly. When she re-opened her eyes, they probably didn't radiate their usual light. "Kurdran," she said with a soft tone. "Do you like riddles?" she asked. "If you can solve my riddle, then I will gladly try out your cooking," she said. Her tone was akin to a whisper, but everyone could tell that she was still the same kind girl.
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#5Kurdran Briggs 

Default on Wed Jun 06, 2018 3:39 am

Kurdrans head rose upwards, as he thought for a moment about the suggested nicknames, only to scoff reluctantly. "Pfeh, I prefer using a full name. It`s more respecful that way, ye know!" Besides, a full name was usually way more badass sounding than something like "Vivi". Kurdran himself liked his own name, because whenever he said it there was some power behind it... or atleast there was in his head. He told it to people so often, that they were bound to remember it later too. "So, long or not, I shall call ye Vivianna!"

Overall, the ladies face was starting become quite a point of hilarity in the dwarves eyes. "Come on now, Ye never seen a salmon before?! This stuffs called a delicacy back home! They put such a fight, that getting the bigger buggers from the rivers a battle in and of itself!" He laughed, loudly, as he placed the bucket down on the ground, only so he could slap his knee. As much as he wanted to give Vivianna respect, it was hard, when the poor lady seemed outright mortified from the sight of simple fish! "Though no worries, these fishes are already down for the count! They won`t get ye wet anytime soon!"

The ladies sudden approval of his invite mildly skipped his ears, as she immediately proceeded to tell about her prediction for the competition... only for Kurdran to visibly stumble backwards a bit from  astonishment! "Yer saying ye just came just for shits and giggles!?" Kurdran could agree joining for fun, but he atleast knew how to fish proper! The lady in front of him had pretty much walked right in without almost any prior knowledge of it, and taken it all in stride. Kurdran himself would have propably died from embarrassment if he had gotten the same kind of fish she had! (not that it was possible, no sirree)

"Don`t sell yerself short lassie!" He gave her a quick encouraging pat on her lower back. "There is nothing braver than diving into trouble with nothing to back ye up!" That sort of thing happened quite often in dwarven legends. Although, most of the actually cool ones survived the endeavor... "Nothing bad in having a bit of guts." He slapped his belly. Thats what he had a ton of.

However, what the lady did next had him just very confused. She seemingly stood up only to fix her hair up in a ball behind it, like a dull bump on the back of her scalp... Well, guess everybody had their own preferred hairstyle, he wondered, as he ruffled his own mohawk a bit with his now free hand. The lady proceeded to almost whisper a suggestion towards him, which Kurdran had only a simple answer to.

"DO I!?"

Of course he loved riddles! They were pretty much short stories that you needed to understand yourself! "Oh, it`s on! Though don`t expect me to be an easy target, I`ve heard ton of em when I was a wee lad!" Albeit, he rarely if ever actually answered them correctly...

#6Vivianna Mystcreek 

Default on Wed Jun 06, 2018 11:50 pm

Vivianna stood still for a while and then started laughing. She had not expected that kind of reaction from Kurdran. He loved riddles, and she felt a heavy weight lift off her chest. She was so worried of being seen weird, strange. She was scared that this toughened dwarf would have no time for riddles. Well, thinking about that, she slowly stopped her laugh as she wiped a tear of her left eye.

"Thank you Kurdran, I'm sorry if I seemed weird, I just really like mysteries," Vivianna explained herself. She then looked around and then with her eyes focused on a spot, smiled. She started to walk there and beckoned Kurdran to follow with her finger. She wanted to get out of the street and enter an alleyway. "I will take your offer whether you get it right or not," she spoke with a grin. Her whole body showed excitement. "I just didn't get to do this in so long! Thank you Kurds." She quickly closed her mouth with her fingers. In her excitement, she had given him a nickname, right after he said that he didn't like them. "A-ah, sorry Kurdran. Got excited there, heh."

If the dwarf would follow and they would be in the alleyway, she would turn around to face him, with some distance between them, close her eyes, focus and then open her palm. A bright red orb of ink would be created there. She would then, still thinking of her message, throw it towards Kurdran. The orb, before even hitting him, would expand into words. Walls of text were standing between them, and Vivi could only see Kurdran through the spaces between lines and words.

"A man, entering his own room, was found dead the next morning."

"It appears that he had been strangled, losing any evidence of suicide."

"The door, which had been locked and chained from within, was still like that when the body was found."

"The room had no windows, and only a ventilation vent that still had its bolts attached."

"With true speak, I will say that the man was killed by a non-mage."

"When the police broke into the room, they found no trace of a killer."

"With true speak, I will say that it wasn't suicide."

"With true speak, I will say that there were no traps."

"Then, how did the killer escape?"

Vivianna clenched her hands in front of her. This probably wasn't the kind of riddle Kurdran was expecting. Her heart beating, she looked at Kurdran behind the words with a shy, smiling face. "S-sorry, its a bit long," she said.

If the dwarf didn't follow her to the alleyway, she would use smaller words and fonts where they were initially starting, and her behavior would be the same.

Author's Note:
Name: Author's Note
Rank: D
Mana Cost: 25
Requirements: Phantasmagoria
Type: Supplementary
Element: Water
Range: 5 Meters
Cooldown: 1 Post
Duration: Instant
Effect: Vivianna thinks of a message and opens her hand as if they are holding an orb. A sphere of ink with the color Vivianna wants is created within her grip which Vivianna can shoot to anyone that is within five meters of her. The ink will form a wall of text in front of them that contains her message. The text will look distorted to anyone else than the target. Vivianna can change the color, opacity, font and size of the message at will, before shooting.
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#7Kurdran Briggs 

Default on Fri Jun 08, 2018 1:31 am

Vivianna started laughing right after Kurdran had expressed his liking of riddles. "What? What did I say?" It`s not like liking riddles was specifically silly. Though her quick explanation gave some light to the situation. Mysteries, huh? Like murder mysteries and thieveries? Guess that made sense for a riddler. Albeit, when he was beckoned to come to an empty creepy alley with her, Kurdran couldn`t help but feel this wiggle in his spine. "Bloody hell, Have I shoved me nose in one of em bad deals again?" He thought in his head. However, he atleast assumed that a simple oracle like this would be easy enough to overpower if things got too dicey... if he could somehow keep the fish in one piece.

Though admittedly, the more she heard of her after that thought, kind of made him feel stupid for feeling paranoid. She just seemed so outwardly giddy to tell him, what she had in her mind, that it was kind of impossible not to be smiling with her. "Good. Thinking makes me atleast hungry!" And since this girl was so desperately happy to get her story out of her gut, it must be a good one! Although when she called him Kurds, his head tipped to the side, with a minor sigh. "Eh, I`ve been called worse. Now whats the story?" Since Kurdran was usually the guy to throw insults and taunts about, He didn`t seem to mind too much about being called names himself yet. Besides, he hadn`t exactly earned a big name to himself yet compared to her with her predictive magics.

Kurdran stared sort of impatiently, waiting for her to tell the story herself. However, instead, she generated this red flowing ball of some kind of liquid. Of course the first thought that came into the dwarves head was "Is that blood magics?!" Nah, it didn`t exactly smell like blood. Whatever it was, she was cumulating it for a while... until she pitched it in his direction. "Gah!" He flinched a bit, as the red ball seemingly opened into letters and words. "...W-Well... this sure sets up the mood." She knew magic befitting a storyteller, that`s for sure.

He read the thing carefully. They were pretty simple sentences thankfully, mostly spelling out details of this mystery she had cooked up, even outright telling which sentences were true. The obvious thought was how bad conditions the murdered guy lived in. Even his small room in Oak had better living space. Admittedly, that was not the point of the thing.

"Maybe the murderer was a ghost... Or he just ate some nasty beastie accidentally..." He mumbled briefly, as he roused up and shook his hands in front of him. "T-Thats not me answer, just thinking out loud!" Not surprisingly, Kurdran usually had a hard time keeping things in his mind.

The dwarf rubbed his scalp ferociously, trying to gather up things he knew. "Police didn`t find anything, as usual... not a mage... no killing himself... eugh..." He was visibly becoming a bit redder. You could see little sparks of electricity coursing through his hair, as he continued rubbing it. He really was no good at stuff where he needed to piece things together. He was used to the more simple stuff, which just tried to trick you into thinking something else.

However, through frustrated effort, he finally came up with something. He turned towards Vivianna, as he groaned. "It`s a confusing thing alright, but I think I got it." He straightened up his mohawk a bit. "Yer saying the police didn`t see any killer? But ye didn`t say the guy was alone in the room!" He paced about the thin alley. "If the vent was still screwed on the inside, then the murderer must have come from outside... and maybe he screwed the vent back up! But why would the police not find him inside then?"

He pointed triumphantly at Vivianna with his epiphany. "It`s because the murderer was a policeman... or dressed as one!" His eyes were soon filled with his familiar confusion. "...That`s the reason why he got out maybe... guards must have ignored him when he just gave em the basic info..." There was uncertainty in his voice, as he looked at Vivianna through the blood red text. "Was I right? Or did ye fool me?"

#8Vivianna Mystcreek 

Default on Sat Jun 09, 2018 1:11 am

Vivianna watched Kurdran's reasoning with wide open eyes. Her heart was still beating. Everything here was important. She did think however, maybe she needed to give him more clues. Maybe more information regarding what didn't happen. The answer to her riddle was relatively simple. She didn't want to steal much of the dwarf's time. This little game she loved, she always felt like to others,  it was just silly. And maybe it was. When the dwarf started to pace around and make many assumptions, Vivianna imagined a battlefield. Or perhaps more fitting, an army of mages against a single, huge barrier. The barrier was her riddle, the constant cracks at the riddle, were the army of mages.

Kurdran's first attempts made her heart sink, however, when he quickly said he was just thinking out loud, she beamed with a smile again. "I know a story," she said. "A story of a regular girl with the desire for vengeance, who uses shadows and traps and illusions to make everyone think she is an endless witch." She closed her eyes for a second.

For this was her story in the book she came from.

"She committed murders that seemed to be impossible for humans, and when the riddles weren't solved, it was eternally thought that the murderer was magical force, but it wasn't."

She opened her eyes and smiled.

"So whenever you cannot solve a riddle, a witch somewhere starts living behind the unsolved answer, probably cackling."

With Kurdran's final attempt, a gust of wind with a great sense of timing, blew past Kurdran, as if his finger pointing summoned it and washed over Vivianna, her bun gave way and flocks of her golden hair slightly fell like feathers on her shoulders. Her eyes were closed. Without saying anything, she bowed down. Her eyes were full of tears, but they would only be there momentarily. " When she got back up, she removed the words from air. "Sorry Kurdran, that wasn't the answer, but it was a really good one." She said. "Even if the murderer dressed like a policeman, the door was locked from within when other people arrived. He would still be suspected, for they needed to break the chain with a chain cutter to enter the room," she continued. "The answer is, the murderer hid somewhere within the room after killing the victim. When the police opened the door, he slid outside. It was a true closed room per say, even the killer had to wait for it to be broken."

She walked towards him and put her hands on her hips. "Thanks Kurdran," she said again. "Let's go taste those fishies, but since you did this for me, if there is anything you want to do, It's only fair I oblige." After saying that, she went a little red and looked away. "W-within reason of course."
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#9Kurdran Briggs 

Default on Sat Jun 09, 2018 6:35 am

Kurdrans planning for an answer to the riddle posed towards him was given another little roadblock, that made it real hard to concentrate. Vivianna started telling a little story in the middle of his befuddlement, which outright made Kurdran stop thinking about the answer for a moment, and just listen to her story in wide-eyed curiousity. He had not heard this one before, and taking that this a problem he often had... "Man, no wonder I keep getting a headache when I try to think things through..." Guess it was that witches fault he was having such troubles now. "Wonder if I could get the dang lady to stop messing with me for a moment..." He mumbled, as he returned to the topic he was supposed to be finding an answer to.

And with his answer being followed by such fierce winds, that it blew the "fair maidens" hair open in presumed shock, He couldn`t help but feel like he had hit the jackpot once again, with the gods outright needing to announce it! "HAH, I knew it! Told ya I am a master at this!" Although when he saw her outright tear up, he remembered again what he was supposed to be doing. "Hey now uhm, its not exactly that bad to lose... I am just kind of on a winning streak now, which I can`t stop..." However, soon she proceeded to just stand up.

And revealed how he was actually wrong. "Wha!?" His mood immediately shifted from apologetic to outright astounded. She proceeded to explain the right answer to him... and Kurdran was all red again. "Buh buh but! That...! ThatS uh...! Thats uh!!!" His hands ruffled his head even more furiously than before, with lightning gathering in it... until with a loud *POP!* and a flash of light His mohawk exploded into a huge round sponge like afro, as he shouted loudly:


He fell over, completely defeated, with the bucket he had pulled with him about spilling its water and little fishes onto the ground. He wouldn`t have possibly considered an assassin so uncouth to be so scared, as to not face the police in some fashion! He was clearly disgruntled, as he lifted himself into a sitting position, with his afro as wide as ever, as Vivianna walked up to him with her arms on her hips, telling how fun it was to do this. "Pfeh, atleast me version would have ended in a cool chase..." He did chuckle a little. Atleast it was an interesting thing to read and hear.

He stood back up... Luckily his own salmons and the trouts were fine, though looking down at the bucket, he kind of just shrugged. "Eh, thats more like bait either way." Vivianna proceeded to tell him, that she would comply to whatever he wanted now, as thanks for hearing her story...

Which Kurdran proceeded to follow up with walking right in front of her, and poking her in the stomach with his fishing rod in hand. "Well then, in that case, Yer gonna spend the rest of this day with me, including the eating and preparation of these fishes!" However, right after this moderately serious sentence he rubbed his hands together, and looked excitedly into her eyes. "AND... we are gonna exchange stories! Ye gotta have more than this one right? Besides, I wanna tell you a riddle too after all! I would feel bad if I didn`t give you anything back!" Man, it was such a long time since he had met a proper storyteller! There was a clear difference with exchanging rumours, and actually

And with that said, He proceeded to grab her hand pretty roughly, as he pulled her along, seemingly out of the festival and more back towards the lake with the trees. It was clear the guy didn`t mean to cook his fish at one of the stalls.

#10Vivianna Mystcreek 

Default on Mon Jun 11, 2018 12:24 pm

Kurdran's reaction to the answer had left her a little baffled, but she had quickly laughed at the situation. Thinking about it, it wouldn't be surprising that a dwarf like him would find such a killer wussy. When the small bucket of fish fell down, Vivianna instinctively wanted to get to them, however, the feral cats in the alleyway had already pounced on the small fishes, pouncing away with them. "Well, at least they will be full with it," she said, feeling kinda bad for the aquatic creatures. Being poked with the fishing rod, she felt ticklish and tried to sway it away. "Ha! Ah! Kurdran that tickles!" she snickered. Spending rest of the say with the dwarf wouldn't be bad at all. For a second she drifted into thoughts.

With that, her hand was grasped; tightly, and she was being dragged by the dwarf.  At first, her mind drew a blank, for it had happened so quickly. Kurdran had gone on and on about sharing stories, how he also wanted to tell her a riddle too! Vivianna, still with a baffled look, was following the dwarf. Sooner or later, she realized the situation, the words of the dwarf finally made sense to her and she felt a sense of happiness she hadn't in a long time. "Y-you want... more stories?" she asked with a very low voice, tears were already quietly dripping down her face. "You really like riddles too," she added. Her eyes were glistening, and disappearing among the crowd with the little man, she had her eyes only on him, as if the festival crowd, at that moment, didn't even exist.

She started to think, which stories she had, but more than that, she was curious about Kurdran's stories. Even more than that, she was curious about his story. Looking at the afro'd hair of the dwarf, she smiled and started to look in front of her to see where they were going. Unconsciously, she grasped the hand of the dwarf tighter. Today would be a good day.

When they arrived at the place Kurdran wanted to go, Vivianna would look around and think about the environment they were in and make some mental notes. It was important to tell stories of that were fitting to the atmosphere after all. If they weren't sitting down, she would offer to do so. With that settled, she would make sure to ask him: "Tell me the stories of your people, Kurdran. If I know better, I'd like to weave a tale about them as well," she said. Her main goal was Kurdran's own story, but there was no harm in exchanging more non-personal stories first.

Was there?
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#11Kurdran Briggs 

Default on Tue Jun 12, 2018 3:51 am

At this point, Kurdran was excited and hungry enough to not notice, how the poor lady he was dragging along was reacting to all the things he had been saying. He kept up decently quick pace, as the rod in his hands waggled against the slight pressure of air smacking against it. As a sight, it was almost like an insanely hairy child pulling his mother around to show her something cool he had seen, which garnered quite a giggle from the other festival visitors.

Soon enough, they reached the place which Kurdran wanted to go to. Unsurprisingly, it was the beach they had been at before. Since the competition was over, most of the people had already left for their own celebrations, besides some stragglers, who seemingly wanted similar calm place as Kurdran was looking for... as much as he was the on to usually ruin it.

"Alrighteh!" he huffed and puffed a bit. He had kept his pace up through the whole trip. He stuck his Rod into the sand, as it tipped forward a bit from the weight of the fishes on it. Then, he weirdly proceeded to stuff his hand into his hair... "Eh?" He only now realized what shape his hairdo was in. "Man, the shock ye gave me must have been worse than I thought!" However, he seemingly proceeded to grab something inside it... as he pulled out a seemingly tiny bit dirty kimono, as he ruffled most of the dust and hairs off of it. "Ye can wait here, I`ll go grab some sticks and what not..."

At this point he realized Vivianna had already taken a seat on the sand and was already ready for a storytime on his behalf...  "Och... Patience. I gotta put the fire up and what not... for atmosphere ye know! ...AND the fish!" Bloody hell. Kurdran typically had to get people excited first, before he would get to tell his stories. "Besides, if I`m gonna lay em all out, we are gonna be here till tomorrow. So gotta get comfortable! This ladies excitement to come up with a story about HIS stories instead made him pick up the pace drastically, as he gently just put the kimono on the ground, sprinted over to the trees, his eyes hounding for sticks and branches, as they piled up into his hugging arms. Soon enough, he returned, and put most of the sticks into a decently sized pile, while keeping a pile of the longer ones next to himself.

"Okay..." He looked at the different things bundled around. "Now, we should be ready!" He rubbed his hands together, from which he transitioned to rubbing his hair. This time, there was no anguish of worry on his face. "What would ye like to hear? Godly mishaps, Adventurous scuffles, Dwarven determination?" He chuckled, as there was once again tiny bits of lightning moving through his hair. It was seemingly getting smaller and smaller, with the rough combing he was giving to it with his hands.

"Oh, but first! a dwarven riddle!" With one final swipe of his hands, his hair had once again become a nice long mohawk, worthy of a dwarf like himself. The lightning crackled inside the hairdo, as he excitedly laughed, only to transition into mischievous smile. "Yer planning to do yer evening businesses. Ye know, boil yer dinner, light the candle so ye can see yer daily earnings, and warm up the water in yer bath." He pointed at her. "Each of these things need you to light up a fire so you can do em." Kurdran seemingly stopped to think for a minute, before he gave another look at her. He didn`t wanna give any hints. "So, the question is... what should ye light up first, to make sure ye always start the right way?" Kurdran was clearly giggling to himself. He was planning something.

#12Vivianna Mystcreek 

Default on Wed Jun 13, 2018 12:11 pm

Vivianna had already gained an expression of child-like wonder, excited for the opportunity she was given. Her heartbeat was akin to the fluttering wings of a butterfly. The dwarf expressed his desire to light the fire, and start cooking the fishes. Vivianna, in her excitement, had forgotten about their dinner plan. her stomach grumbled, to response she blushed and covered her belly. "Witches need to eat too, you know," she said afterwards, cackling. She was getting comfortable.

"Wish I could help you with the fire, but..." she said as she twirled her finger which left a trail of ink behind it. "My magic is water based, and I suppose yours is lightning, don't shock me now," she continued, chuckling. Excited and agreeing with Kurdran regarding how atmospheric the fire would be, the dwarf had left to gather some sticks to make a fire. Vivianna raised her hand behind him, but he had already left. Feeling a bit bad that she wasn't helping him, she twirled her thumbs again, and wore a worried expression. However, when she looked at the glistening sea and the sky slowly turning orange, those feelings melted away. The twilight was approaching. The twilight, where riddles and mysteries came alive; where one could see something that was out of their world.

Feeling lightheaded, she laid down on the ground. Her eyes scanned the sky. Raising her hand and using her finger like the finest of quills, she started to draw small birds and critters. Each of them jumped around her, flew high, but quickly disappeared.

When she heard Kurdran approaching, she raised herself and dusted her hair. "I'm letting go today," she said, looking at the sea. She had even considered going to her home to change into her swim-wear, but her regular clothing would suffice for now. She watched Kurdran place down the sticks, and sat up, her legs crossed, a bit of sand on her hair, skin and clothes, her left eye closed, smiling. Her hair wavered in the wind. She was ready. She opened her left eye and focused on the dwarf. "Start wherever you are comfortable, but I think I'm more interested in... non-heroic, non-evil; daily events if that makes sense. Might not sound exciting but..." she trailed off. Apparently, the first thing on the list was a riddle!

Vivianna smiled, and carefully listened.

"Hmm..." she mumbled. After thinking for a few seconds, she started to think there had to be a trick. "Light my candle... I mean, if I don't, I will stumble around right? And I can use the candle to light anything else by using only one match, or... whatever tool dwarven people use. But it feels so simple... Is the trick the fact that I already lit the candle?" she tilted her hand, her eyes were on the pile of sticks between them. "Here now..." she mumbled. "You got me, I think," she said chuckling. "I will light the candle first."
but who was candle??
Come, try and remember.

#13Kurdran Briggs 

Default Yesterday at 12:24 am

Even with brief showings he had received, Kurdran couldn`t help but be outright fascinated by Viviannas magic. She was seemingly drawing all kinds of little critters that fluttered about... When he got closer, she just said something about "letting go". Did she wink at him? "Eh, I am gonna keep me hair up now meself. Don`t want it accidentally burning." He had pretty much just cleaned it at the very same beach, although briefly. Getting it dirty again was kind of a waste of a bath.

Hearing the ladies preferences in stories, there was a bit of a dissapointed nod on Kurdrans face. Those were the best kind of stories, why wouldn`t she wanna hear them!? "Ech, alright. may as well...  But now, answer ME riddle!" he patted his thighs, as his hair continued crackling. He was so excited to see if the girl would fall for it. There was a minor flinch at a certain word... but as she stated that she chose to light the candle, he grabbed his belly and laughed, falling on his back. "Hehehe! Ye fell for it! Ye said it but ye fell for it either way!"

he stood back up, as he brushed his electric hairdo with his palms one more time. "Ye see, if ye wanna even get to lighting up the others...!" Suddenly, the hair on his arms electrified as well, as he pushed them into the pile of sticks. "Ye gotta light up, what yer using to light the things up first!" The brief minimal strikes of lighting in his hands struck against the branches, as they set aflame. He proceeded to throw some more smaller sticks on them, as the fire slowly grew into a comfy campfire.

"One of em riddles the older dwarves tended to tell us younger ones to get us to think outside the box." He seemed to be reminiscing a bit. "We dwarves have such a good memory you see, that things like this tend to spread for a long time. Its easy to start trends with us if we like ye!" He chuckled. Admittedly, compared to a regular dwarf, he was still quite young and impressionable, so this might just relate to him.

He proceeded to grab his fish from the fishing pole, as he placed them on his kimono. "We are also propably the most work based folk. If we choose to do something, ain`t nothing but forces of nature or gods getting us out of doing it." He put his hands in his pants, as he pulled out something resembling a salt and pepper shaker, and started sprinkling them on the fishes. "Of course, for dat reason, we ain`t exactly the most social. Apparently even our king scoffs at the extra work he gets occasionally. I`ve heard he even kicked out some shopkeeps for making him think of something else than politics for a moment.... Though that`s just a rumor, I admit." He had never seen the king in person himself after all.

He proceeded to flip the fish, and spiced them up from the other side as well. "Apparently, me mom and dad met by accident, with their jobs colliding. Ye know, a miner and a blacksmith, stuff like this happens all the time..." Then he picked up one of the longer sticks, as he speared one of the salmon on it. "Me dad accidentally brough some copper ore instead of iron, and me mum was pissed. Told him he sucked at his job. But me dad, he was the sort who wanted to one up people on their insults!" He speared the other Salmon as well. "So, next time he brought a full LOAD of copper ore and dumped it all on her toes!" He laughed smacking his belly. "After that, they just kept meeting each other more and more awkwardly..."

He lifted up the sticks with the salmon and stuck them at a safe distance from the flames, but at a close enough distance for them to actually warm up. "Oh yeah, which one are ye taking?"

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