(First post obviously is long, sowwie @Eriecht ))
It was a -boring-, bleak day in Zaltvaria. a more or less humble city near the forest of Zorrth, renowned for it's 'enchanted' roots that the alchemist would harvest to make potions to help heal the aliments of the body, mind and even soul-- or at least so they said, They also specialized in making potions to deal with.... -other- things....
Ahh yes; perhaps it was note worthy to mention that this region of the continent was known for its more 'magical' inclinations. Anywhere from the tales of beast soaring in the sky, feathers of massive size seizing the suns rays for its own and leaving the trembling folk below fearful before its might. To the more dower and lack-luster beings below that liked to remain hidden from the burning fires that was the sun, fangs lusting for blood just to sate the rattling, feeble life that remained in their deadened bodies.
Of course; to Morvessa, this was all just speculation. Sure; there was magic. enchanted kin of all sorts, But she wasn't one to believe in the common gossip whimpering about a being she had not seen herself yet, She refused to tremble and fall into paranoia until she had at least the proof that there was a threat. Or at least; she tried to live by this mindset.
For instance; take the situation at hand, She found the fist swirling in her direction far more frightful than any pale skinned blood sucker below, now -this- was a threat.
A sudden slam beside her ear that was very slightly pointed broke her from her monologue.
"You cheated!" a 'oh so manly' man barked like a threatened dog. Causing her to roll her eyes and wave a hand in-front of her face whilst covering her nose.
"Blugh!-- You know; they have better things than urine to whiten teeth these days...." She groaned, though secretly holding back a smirk.
"Don't you mock me!" He ordered, Gripping hold of her chair that she sat in and lowering himself just a bit closer, trying to make the reality of the situation more solidified to the whimsical girl.
"There is -noway- you could have won that many times in a row!"
"What do you want me to do?" She sighed. shrugging her small shoulders as her long brownish-black hair that reached mid back swayed out of its loose hair tie, masking her young and pale face. "It's not my fault you are terrible at cards."
"It's a game of luck!" He exclaimed.
A sly and nasty grin slipped over her pale brownish lips, peeking out behind her mask of hair as she spoke.
"It's not my fault you've got no luck."
Something about the way she spoke-- it left him utterly rattled and angered, It was like she knew -exactly- what buttons to press to infuriated a man. "I've had enough of this!" He snarled, suddenly reaching for her hand of cards; there had to be a way to explain her cheating-- and he would prove it and take every cent she had bet.
unfortunately for him; she already knew were this conversation was heading before it had even started. Her short legs skillfully finding their position, Her hands in place and her plan ready to be set in motion.
With a flick of the wrist; she threw her cards--which were indeed nothing but aces into the mans face-- and with another flick and snap of the fingers, it ignited into a unbearable blinding flash. She of course being wise enough to know not to have her eyes opened for the display. She swept her leg against his ankle, quickly taking advantage of his staggering to send him to the ground. Before any of the folk in the tavern could blink she had snatched the gold and silver. Spilling the majority into her pockets and bags. And just as the angered and cheated man had regained his vision; he spotted her fleeing from the front door.
"GET THE GUARDS!"
It was a -boring-, bleak day in Zaltvaria. a more or less humble city near the forest of Zorrth, renowned for it's 'enchanted' roots that the alchemist would harvest to make potions to help heal the aliments of the body, mind and even soul-- or at least so they said, They also specialized in making potions to deal with.... -other- things....
Ahh yes; perhaps it was note worthy to mention that this region of the continent was known for its more 'magical' inclinations. Anywhere from the tales of beast soaring in the sky, feathers of massive size seizing the suns rays for its own and leaving the trembling folk below fearful before its might. To the more dower and lack-luster beings below that liked to remain hidden from the burning fires that was the sun, fangs lusting for blood just to sate the rattling, feeble life that remained in their deadened bodies.
Of course; to Morvessa, this was all just speculation. Sure; there was magic. enchanted kin of all sorts, But she wasn't one to believe in the common gossip whimpering about a being she had not seen herself yet, She refused to tremble and fall into paranoia until she had at least the proof that there was a threat. Or at least; she tried to live by this mindset.
For instance; take the situation at hand, She found the fist swirling in her direction far more frightful than any pale skinned blood sucker below, now -this- was a threat.
A sudden slam beside her ear that was very slightly pointed broke her from her monologue.
"You cheated!" a 'oh so manly' man barked like a threatened dog. Causing her to roll her eyes and wave a hand in-front of her face whilst covering her nose.
"Blugh!-- You know; they have better things than urine to whiten teeth these days...." She groaned, though secretly holding back a smirk.
"Don't you mock me!" He ordered, Gripping hold of her chair that she sat in and lowering himself just a bit closer, trying to make the reality of the situation more solidified to the whimsical girl.
"There is -noway- you could have won that many times in a row!"
"What do you want me to do?" She sighed. shrugging her small shoulders as her long brownish-black hair that reached mid back swayed out of its loose hair tie, masking her young and pale face. "It's not my fault you are terrible at cards."
"It's a game of luck!" He exclaimed.
A sly and nasty grin slipped over her pale brownish lips, peeking out behind her mask of hair as she spoke.
"It's not my fault you've got no luck."
Something about the way she spoke-- it left him utterly rattled and angered, It was like she knew -exactly- what buttons to press to infuriated a man. "I've had enough of this!" He snarled, suddenly reaching for her hand of cards; there had to be a way to explain her cheating-- and he would prove it and take every cent she had bet.
unfortunately for him; she already knew were this conversation was heading before it had even started. Her short legs skillfully finding their position, Her hands in place and her plan ready to be set in motion.
With a flick of the wrist; she threw her cards--which were indeed nothing but aces into the mans face-- and with another flick and snap of the fingers, it ignited into a unbearable blinding flash. She of course being wise enough to know not to have her eyes opened for the display. She swept her leg against his ankle, quickly taking advantage of his staggering to send him to the ground. Before any of the folk in the tavern could blink she had snatched the gold and silver. Spilling the majority into her pockets and bags. And just as the angered and cheated man had regained his vision; he spotted her fleeing from the front door.
"GET THE GUARDS!"
