Hyara: A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay discussion

This is the main living area for the Guardians. It's practically a bunkhouse and a tavern in one room.

Dante led Relys into the tower and sat at a table to catch his breath after a run in with a particularly determined pickpocket. "Don't worry about ceilings and what not. Even the broom closets here can accommodate a giant with enough butter." He laughed at his stupid joke. "My brother Samson may be in the kitchen. Would you like me to send him out, or do you want to come in and meet him?"

"You don't have to tell him to leave, I like meeting people. Do you think we'll get along?"

"Oh. You misunderstand. I meant, should I have him come out here, or do you want to go in there? Meeting him is nonnegotiable. You'll get along excellently." Dante smiled.

Flushing in embarrassment, Relys shuffled his hooves. "Oh, sorry. I think he should come out here unless the floors are made of wood. If they are I can go inside if you don't mind."

"No, I'm afraid it's all flagstone." Dante frowned. "But I'll go get him." He turned and headed into an adjoining room. Moments later, he returned with a poetly dwarf in a traditional chef's smock and hat. He was darker skinned than Dante, with a round bulbous nose, rosy cheeks, and warm, chocolaty brown eyes. His hair was buzzed drown to his scalp and he wore orange amber and gold beads in his trimmed brown beard. He laughed at the sight of Relys and came toward him, arms extended for a hug. "Ha ha! Ah, a guest! Wonderful! So, my good fellow, what do you request of ol' Greasy Sam, eh?"

Dante shook his head with a smile toward Relys. "I forgot to mention the nickname, huh?"

Relys face broke out into a grin at the friendly greeting from the Dwarf. He stooped to try and return the hug, then decided to completely lay down to be more on level with both of his companions. "Well, Sam, Dante and I are here for some butter for our luncheon. Perhaps you'd like to join us? You don't mind do you, Dante? My name is Relys Wheatmane, by the way. It's very nice to make your acquaintance."

"Of course I don't mind." Dante smiled. He's my brother after all. Well, half brother, but you know." He waved his hand dismissively.

Greasy Sam grinned. "Of course I'll join you. Butter? Just butter? I can do you one better. Olive oil and herbs. You like basil, parsley, garlic, thyme, oregano, black pepper, rosemary, salt, red pepper, and lemon juice?"

Relys laughed and snorted as he answered Sam. "That all sounds lovely, Sam. You are most definately a chef." He had a feeling that their simple luncheon was going to become a meal fit for nobility by the time Sam was done.

"Okay. Wait here!" Sam took the produce and herbs from the cat and brought them into the kitchen. He tossed a beautiful salad and made an olive oil and herb dip for the bread, which he toasted lightly over an open flame, and then buttered. He pulled a hot apple pie from the oven and set it out to cool. Next, he peeled the potatoes, chopped them up, and mashed them in a bowl with milk and butter until they were light and fluffy. He added a dash of salt. When this was done, he sliced up the warm pie and covered it with a cloth. He set everything in a basket with a gravy boat and all the various utensils required. Lastly, he filled three leather skins with different ales and wines from his personal brew. He set these and some mugs in the basket and carried everything out to Relys and Dante. "So we staying here, or going out somewhere?"

((Gosh, I'm hungry, but it's 11 at night.))

((Hahah I once made pizza at midnight cuz why not. But where I am is't only 3:45))

I had dinner at eight, though. ((My family eats really late, cause we all want to eat together.))

Glancing around the tower, Relys pointed to a tree out in a field of flowers. "At the risk of sounding cliche, the lone tree in the field of flowers looks like a lovely spot to have a picnic. Shall I give you both a lift?"

Dante smiled. "That does sound quite lovely! And you've carried me around enough today. I can stand to walk at least as far as that tree."

Sam nodded. "Aye. Not that walking will do me any good, but I could do with some exercise." He patted his belly.

Relysnoddedto the two dwarfs and began to walk towards the tree. He took the basket from Sam to be polite and moved slow enough for the two to keep up. Once they reached the tree he carefully lay down with the basket still in hand and waited for Sam and Dante to join him so they could start lunch.

It took a bit longer for the dwarves to arrive, of course, due to their short stature. When they finally arrived, they each grabbed a side of the blanket and spread it as they sat down. Sam thanked Relys for taking the basket and took it back. He began to lay out dishes and utensils, as if at a restaurant. "Relys, let me know when you have enough salad. He began to serve him from a very large bowl.

Relys watched the dwarf serve him up, then held up his hand when he had enough. He waited for Dante and Sam to be served before digging into his salad, sighing in pleasure at the taste of the salad. "This is lovely, Sam, you're the best cook I know. So, Dante said you're half-brothers, but do you two have any other family?"

"Aye." Sam said, his mouth full. "Flint and Orik. My brothers. And Dad, of course..." He suddenly became interested in the pattern of the blanket.

Dante cleared his throat and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Flint is a blacksmith, and Orik is... Well, Orik is Orik."

Without looking up, Sam nodded. "That's a good way to put it."

Smirking at the way Dante explained his brother Orik, Relys reflected on his family. "I had a large family, mother, father, sic older brothers, four grandparents, seven aunts, five uncles, and last I knew of, three nieces, two nephews, and eighteen cousins. the number's probably way off now since it had been 358 years since I've seen any of my family." His face fell into a sad look for a moment, but he tried to cover it by going back to eating.

((Bump))

((Sorry.))
"That is quite the large family, and quite a number of years." Dante said, his eyebrows raised in amazement. "I suppose that would make Christmas very difficult, were you to every see them."

Sam shrugged. "Just make food. Lots of food. Everyone loves food."

"Who has that kinda time? Aside from you?" Dante laughed.

Relys smiled at the brother's suggestion, but his face fell at the thought of even seeing his family again. He'd been gone so long that he wasn't ever sure who was still around or not. He hadn't left on the best of terms, so he was sure his return would be met with surprise at best and anger at worst. His heart ached for them, even still, he'd been alone ever since he'd left aside from some friends along the way. "Centaurs don't really do personalized gifts like that. The only time you got anything was on your birthday, and it was something that you needed. My Shepherd's crook was carved by my... mother." His voice chocked over the last word as he felt tears flood his eyes. He rubbed to try and keep them at bay, but the pain in his heart made tears overflow.

"Oh. Oh dear. I did not mean to upset you." Dante said fretfully as he searched his robes for a handkerchief. "You're mother sounds like a lovely woman...er, mare. Oh wait, is that offensive? Good gracious.! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have made that assumption."

Sam produced a handkerchief and passed it to Relys. "Dante... You're making a scene." He whispered, louder than he intended.

Accepting the handkerchief from Sam, Relys took a moment to compose himself before facing them both again. "There's no need to apologize, Dante. You're no the one who upset me, I upset myself by thinking about my family; I really do miss them. And mare is a perfectly acceptable thing to call a female Centaur, especially a mother." He gave Sam a thankfully smile and nod, offering the handkerchief back after wiping his eyes to make sure they were dry. "She was a wonderful mother, she was so understanding and caring. You know, I haven't even written her since I left all those centuries ago. For all I know, she could have passed years ago."

"Well, if you don't mind me saying so," Dante said, still embarrassed,"I have with me me a quill and parchment. You could write her now. Better late than never."

"Mm hmm!" Sam agreed.

A look of surprise appeared on Relys' face, but he thought about it for a moment. Giving Dante a grateful look, he shook his head, declining the offer gently. "Thank you for the offer, and you're right, I will write her, but I'd rather take my own time at home to do so. I have a lot to talk about, so I don't want to waste the time I'm using to spend with either of you. Although, speaking of which, I do have to go home eventually. I don't live far from here, but I do have a flock to look after."

"Would hardly be a waste of time." Dante chuckled. "But I see your point. Shall we see you off then? Would be no trouble at all, and we can take care of lunch when we return."

Sam nodded. "Not that we want you gone, of course, but if you have things to be done, we'd hate to hold you up."

((okay I am really confused, I just start typing a random part of a story I make up?))

((Yes, you make the story up as you go along. You need to post your character to the joining page and get them approved, then find someone to start an RP with and a thread to do it in. Then you make it up.))

((okay, well I did post my character... I just am not sure anyone saw it...))

Yaimey wrote: "((okay, well I did post my character... I just am not sure anyone saw it...))"

You posted your character in a private message, meaning only I saw her. She needs to be posted to the Joining Page.))

((oh, really?... haha okay one second...))

Shrugging his shoulders, Relys looked up at the sun. It was starting it's journey to the west, and Relys knew he had chores to take care of. "I suppose I should get going, thank you so much for the lunch. I'd enjoy doing this again sometime if you don't mind?" Relys pointed into the distance to show the Dwarves where he lived. "Past the far hill, there is a large tract of land with woods bordering the east side. The large wooden barn is where I live with my flock. It's safer to pull them in sometimes, like in the winter."

"We'll come visit sometime soon." Dante agreed. "Perhaps you can give us herding lessons.?"He chuckled.

Relys chuckled at Dante, "Wouldn't that be a sight? I'll be sure to visit again as well." Standing to his hooves, he bowed to Sam and Dante, thanking them for the wonderful time. Then he swung by the Guardian's tower to grab his cart and headed towards home.

((End for now? If you'd like, I have an idea for another RP between Dante and Relys.))

((Yeah. Sure.))

((My thought is that Relys gets injured by a wolf that attacks his flock and sends for Dante. What do you think?))

((I like it. Dante also has nature magic, so that could come into play later. ))