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Offline Sheyla Grey

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dare you to say they taste the same
« on: Mar 12, 18, 05:18:45 PM »

Magnus Haraldson wondered sometimes what he'd done to deserve this.

Was his soul as cursed as the Dark Jeweled said? He had never thought so before he'd met Sheyla Grey. Now that he was in the tiny Dena Nehelian(?) Queen's service, he wasn't so certain. Magnus had interposed himself in Sheyla's plans to build Sanctuary and to expand the markets for Glacian refugees that had been placed under her command when he thought she was utterly wrong on a number of fronts. He had come prepared to her house that was still under construction, a list of suggestions and ideas he thought were worth considering.

She considered them so much she named him Steward on the spot.

At first, he'd thought it wisdom and he'd let himself get charmed into taking up a position in her Triangle. But now he found he'd been infuriatingly conned. The golden-eyed Queen had made him feel smart and important and then put him in a position where it only seemed like his input was valued and weighed heavily.

Now he was acting as a gopher and scout into the affairs of other Glacians due to his reputation for being an advocate of their rights.

For the last six years Magnus had been arguing with the likes of Marchesa Talbot, Eydis Winters, and Logain Morr about the needs of those who had fled a terrible caste system to embrace poverty and hardship in the melting pot of Little Terreille. And while things were getting better under Lady Tiernan (and begrudgingly as he would admit, Sheyla), they were not where they should be.

So he was going to an up and coming bar that he'd heard was under the stewardship of a Glacian immigrant in Goth. A successful business, even a marginal one, being helmed by one of his countrymen was something he'd wanted to see for himself and.. hopefully.. convince the owner to come to Sanctuary to help start up more businesses. Surely any person savvy enough to build a successful business in Goth was worth an interview.

So he'd said, and Sheyla then suggested he do it "on account of how respected you are, darling." And somehow, he'd found that to be a reasonable idea.

Damned woman. She must have Crafted him. He despised her 'darlings' and her pet names as he trudged his way through Goth, grim behind his full beard.

Stepping into the Otter he found the smells that greeted him were most welcome and wholesome, and his belly rumbled in want for a stout beer and a good meal. Approaching the counter, the elderly Prince settled himself onto a stool. "Hello." He said warmly, as Magnus for all his gruff could manage a Princely charm. "Do you have a strong stout? And is the owner in today?" He inquired of the barkeep, his eyes bright and intelligent as they quickly scanned the bar for whom that might be.


Offline Geir Voll

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Re: dare you to say they taste the same
« Reply #1 on: Mar 12, 18, 06:01:59 PM »
It was around midday at the moment, which meant the bar was guaranteed to be fairly quiet for at least the next few hours. The lunch rush had ended about thirty minutes prior so it was that peaceful lull between the afternoon meal people sought and then dinnertime, furthered by any later evening gatherings that took place within the establishment. Word about the bar's new owner had spread (though remained pointedly fuzzy on specifics unless you were directly in the know) and it drew in a crowd more than usual, if only to see what changes had been made to the place - for better or worse.

Thankfully, most things had managed to fall into the 'better' category. Geir may not have had his mother's incredible and shrewd business sense in whole, but miraculously he'd managed to get off to a decent start with his new acquisition and that was enough for the optimistic Glacian to keep him going. Said Warlord was presently in the backroom when the Rose-jeweled Prince arrived and took a seat at the bar, so the man was greeted by the most senior bartender instead: Tom.

"Afternoon, welcome to The Tottering Otter," Tom replied to the Prince with an equal measure of warmth and an easy smile as he moved to set down the glasses he was cleaning and turned about to fetch the gentleman his requested stout.

The Blood Male shifted and regarded the kegs for a couple moments, deliberating on which brew exactly the other man might enjoy the best - he had an unusual knack for pairing drinks with people, even those he'd just met; something that made him invaluable as a member of the tavern's staff - before withdrawing a pint glass and filling it generously to the brim with the dark-hued liquid. "Recent import from Rihland. Darkest one we've got on tap at the moment, hints of caramel and coffee with a bit of bite at the end," Tom explained habitually before even thinking about addressing the rest of the man's inquiry.

"As for the owner? Yeah, he's here. Just a minute." Excusing himself and leaving the Prince with his beverage, Tom shuffled casually back towards the kitchen and stockroom area, tapping Geir on the shoulder and explaining his presence was requested, leaving the blonde a little confused but obligatory all the same.

A couple minutes later Tom reappeared with the young Glacian in tow, albeit rather flour-covered and a dishrag hanging over his shoulder as one of the cooks had been teaching him how to make some of the Otter's most famous pastry items firsthand. Tom resumed his cleaning while Geir wandered over towards the counter, offering his usual, friendly grin towards the unfamiliar Prince. "Hiya. Geir Voll, at your service," he greeted, sticking out a hand to shake regardless of if the other man accepted it or not.

"What can I do for ya?" He didn't recognize the other man in the slightest so he hadn't the faintest notion of what he could possibly need, but Geir was ever-amenable to... well... pretty much everyone, that much was for certain.

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Re: dare you to say they taste the same
« Reply #2 on: Jun 13, 18, 05:53:56 PM »

Magnus happily accepted the beer, rather liking the Rihland stuff as the mountain folk really knew how to make beer. Settling himself into his seat, he took a slow sip of the stout, making sure to get a bit of the head to add to the flavor. A soft 'mm' and a nod of appreciation came from the old Glacian Prince, and he settled as he waited for the man he sought to appear. Magnus took his time to take in the staff and the clientele of the location. The atmosphere seemed warm and homey, not really what he'd expect from a Glacian bar with the more sleek and polished aesthetic. He didn't know the identity of the Glacian responsible for putting this establishment together. But he was having a moment of doubt as he felt little of his home country in the bones of this place.

When the young man appeared and seemed welcoming, covered in flour, and offered his hand for a shake, Magnus's doubts reared their head again. Glacians were not especially warm. The Little Terrellian natives often considered him something of a standoff-ish grump, even if he saw no reason to laugh or smile as much as these city folk did.

Getting off his stool, he was cognisant enough of social mores of the city to extend his own gloved hand and shake the man's offered hand. The other straightened out his suit. Voll sounded familiar to him, and he began searching his memory of what he knew about the Volls. Any sort of insight would be useful for his talk with the business-maker. He was definitely Glacian in appearance at least, if a little young. "I'm Prince Magnus Haraldson, Steward of Little Vaasa. Good beer." He lifted his mug up in salute.

"Do you have a minute? I'd like to talk for a few minutes about you and your business."


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Re: dare you to say they taste the same
« Reply #3 on: Jun 16, 18, 12:47:19 AM »
There had been no shortage of somewhat noteworthy - albeit unexpected - visitors to the bar lately, and the older man seated before Geir now was definitely added to that list. Though for all his confusion on the matter, the young Warlord remained pleasant and watched the Prince a little curiously, if nothing else. He didn't look any kind of familiar to Geir, and even the introduction the man eventually gave didn't really help matters.

The name didn't ring a bell, but it struck him as absolutely Glacian, thus putting the younger man a little more at ease. The mention of Little Vasaa caught Geir's attention and he nodded instantly, his posture straightening a bit further when Magnus mentioned he was the Steward of the District. Court business maybe? Third Circle wasn't necessarily the highest ranking position, so the connection a Steward would have with him rather than a First Circle member or one of Amerys' Triangle didn't add up. Though it certainly seemed an unusual way to go about it, he didn't voice anything on the matter.

"Pleasure's all mine, Prince. Only been t'Little Vasaa a handful of times, but never had a complaint 'bout it. Your Queen seems to run things pretty nicely s'far as I can tell." He'd never met Sheyla Grey in any of his brief trips down that way, but he'd heard rumors and stories about the young-for-a-Long-Lived Queen. She seemed a decent sort from what he could glean, so that at least was a positive mark in the Prince's favor for the moment.

Geir was a little surprised at the admission that the Steward wanted to discuss business business rather than court business, but he obliged all the same. Taking the seat next to the one that Magnus had been sitting in and getting comfortable, he smiled quickly and nodded affirmation a couple of times. "Sure, got nothin' but time, I'd be happy t'discuss whatever ya'd like."

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Re: dare you to say they taste the same
« Reply #4 on: Jul 31, 18, 01:56:43 PM »

"Well, if you meet her you go ahead and tell her that. She'll be positively thrilled, I'm sure." Magnus seemed on the edge of a grumble about that - given that Sheyla's incessant need to have her hair pet (metaphorically speaking) always drove Magnus up the wall. Still, the compliment was a welcome one, and he took pride in hearing that another of his countrymen had good first impressions of the District he had spent many a waking hour (and some sleeping hours) trying to improve.

Geir's smiles and warmth weren't what Magnus was used to among his people, but it wasn't offensive and he settled himself as he leaned forward in his seat to cup the mug of fine ale with his hands. "I've heard you're an immigrant into Little Terreille - like me and my family. There's a lot of work going on in Little Vaasa right now to get small businesses off the ground, maybe have some branch into Goth as well.

You're one of the people I've heard has set up a nice, good business here. I'd like you to come meet with my Queen and maybe set up a seminar - have you give some tips to the aspiring business people to help get started. How you got going and what you're doing to maintain the bar and make it grow."


Magnus gave a bit of a sigh. "Lady Grey is... not like most Glacians. She's a little ball of energy centered around herself. But she cares about our people and is trying to do right by us.

Can I figure a day for you to come by? Maybe this week or the next?"
The Steward looked to Geir with a little bit of hopefulness in his voice, mostly to make sure he hadn't wasted his time coming all this way.


Offline Geir Voll

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Re: dare you to say they taste the same
« Reply #5 on: Aug 01, 18, 03:08:58 PM »
Geir settled himself rightly in the barstool, spinning it around just enough to allow him to prop up an elbow on the counter and rest his head in his hand while still facing the Prince in a respectful enough manner. While there was a certain amount of propriety and formality given, if the Steward of Little Vasaa had really been intent upon following things to the letter then he surely would've made contact with Geir through his position at the Territory Court instead of waltzing right into the Tottering Otter. With that being the case, the blonde was definitely a bit more casual and open about his curiosity that he might've been had the meeting been arranged instead of impromptu.

Not that the grizzled ex-pat seemed to really mind all that much if his hunch of an impression was correct. And if he was wrong? Well, then Geir figured he'd hear about having caused such offense from some person or another later and he'd simply make amends afterwards. So, instead of making much more of a fuss, he settled in and listened attentively to what Magnus had apparently come to talk to him about.

It was a damned good thing he was well and secure in his seat at the bar because what that subject ultimately proved to be was nothing that Geir had been expecting. He hadn't possessed much of an idea in the first place truth be told, but he'd merely figured it to be some kind of obscure court business that he'd end up passing on to a higher-ranking member of Lady Tiernan's court in some roundabout manner or another.

"[...] come meet with my Queen and maybe set up a seminar [...]"

That was very much not the case, however, and the surprise showed ever plainly on the younger Glacian's features. Instead of interjecting at any point throughout the older man's proposal, though, Geir remained politely silent even while his facial features ran the full gamut between bewildered and uncertain. Personally, he hardly felt even remotely qualified to acquiesce any part of the Prince's request and he was rather unsure as to where he'd gotten his information from. The Warlord didn't feel like any sort of impressive businessman and half his days spent at the tavern he still somewhat felt like he was utterly drowning in everything that came with keeping the place afloat.

In fact, he genuinely had half a mind to politely inform Prince Haroldson that he must've had the wrong person and ultimately decline, mentally ready to offer the older man any other array of alternatives to himself. That half was, as always, the smaller and less-obtrusive part of his demeanor so the thought was really only fleeting at best. It was nigh impossible for Geir to turn away someone who was requesting his help - ever the bleeding heart as his mother wouldn't have hesitated to point out - and especially when the other person sounded so utterly hopeful.

"I... ah... yeah, sure. I think I could swing by that way and talk t'some of the folks down there. I'll be real honest with ya though, Prince, for the sake of full disclosure and all that. I'm not exactly some kinda upstart business virtuoso or anythin'. I kiiinda got the place unexpectedly so I'm doin' a lotta learnin' myself about keepin' everything goin'. But if that's not any kinda deterrent for ya and you 'n' Lady Grey are still willin' t'have me, then I'd be more than happy to at least share what I've learned and know so far?

I got some stuff goin' on the rest of this week, but I could do early next? If that's alright with ya."

Offline Sheyla Grey

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Re: dare you to say they taste the same
« Reply #6 on: Aug 10, 18, 03:01:37 PM »

Magnus sensed that young Lord Voll didn't seem all that enthused about the prospect. He figured that would get definitely defined after meeting Sheyla, one way or the other. The Queen had a polarizing effect, after all. He lifted his mug to his lips and took a slow draught, considering the man and weighing the revelation that he hadn't planned to have the business in hand.

"Seems to me.." The old Prince set his stein down and weighing Geir Voll heavily in his graying eyes. "That the bar seems successful. If I heard of it down in Sanctuary, then it means that people were willing to talk about it beyond just Goth. Be it design or happy accident, something seems to be going right for you here."

Magnus took another slow drink of the beer. Satisfied with its taste, he nodded and set the mug down. "I'll put you down for early next week then. I'll make sure that Lady Grey's free for an hour or so to meet with you and talk.

Fair warning - she's a lot to handle. Come caffeinated."
He constantly felt a need for coffee around Sheyla, no need to send in the kid unaware. He took another, deeper drink, then finished his beer. Extending a hand to the young man, he shook then moved to get up after paying for his tab. "See ya around Lord."

---

Sanctuary was located near the mountains to Rihland and was surrounded by mostly fields and farmland. Many of the Glacians who lived in Little Vaasa remarked that the countryside seemed well-placed to be somewhat reminiscent of southern Glacia. The summer was not overly warm and a number of springs and wells provided water to the town.

The Court building was a mid-sized white manor that stood nearby the public school and upwind from the market. The landing pad was a good fifteen minute walk, being located on the other side of town. As Geir made his way to it he came across a number of the townsfolk who gave him a far more Glacian (that was to say, cool) treatment than what he might be used to in Goth.

There were only two guards on station as he made his way to the front door. They checked him and scanned him over, asking for his name and his business. After quickly conferring (he might assume) through psychic communication, he was shown inside. Magnus met him in the foyer, stepping across hardwood floors that smelled of fresh pine. The entire building seemed new, as the town had not existed for very long.

"Lord Voll." Magnus said with a grim nod, approaching and extending a hand to shake. The elder Prince seemed in a foul mood. "Thank you for coming. Lady Grey is ready to meet you. She is finishing handling a dispute between two of the nearby farmers."

As if on cue, two men stepped out of from behind one of the doors upstairs. Sheyla exited afterwards, her laughter bubbling in the air. "Oh! See! I knew you two could get along as soon as we brought up who should be winning in the ring down in Goth! I have a soft spot for the Scelt; he's so dashing!" Her voice hit Geir before the sight of her did, the Tiger Eye Queen's hands on the arms of both burly, stone-faced Glacian men. She began to descend down the stairs behind them, her features mostly obscured until she reached the ground floor. Once there, Geir would find she was dressed in a single strap cream top and matching skirt. Her heels were monstrously tall, bringing her closer to the shoulder of both large men than she would ever hope to be normally. Her hair had been dyed platinum recently and was very long and soft, falling to cover her uplifted bottom in a long tail.

Her golden eyes looked up past powdery pink eyeshadow, lipstick that shone glossy and rich coated lips that parted as she took in a breath, her words dying as she set her eyes on Geir.

"Oh!" She said, the single word holding surprise, interest, and sudden focus on the Glacian man. Like a shark sensing blood in the water, she swam forward - her hands detaching from the males she'd been settling moments before. Drawn almost as if by magnetic force, she closed in on Geir. "Hello." Sheyla's voice was almost a purr, her smile lighting up her entire face in a grin.

"Lady Grey." Magnus rumbled behind his beard, unhappy with her movements and forwardness. "This is Lord Voll, here by request."

Sheyla didn't take her eyes way from Geir's, her voice flowing with affection and flirtatious interest. "Had I known, Lord Voll, that you were here, I'd have fled down here sooner. Please, call me Sheyla." She reached out and placed a hand on his chest. Magnus instantly seemed to react to the impropriety, a growl coming from beneath his beard. "Sheyla." He snapped at her in rebuke.

"Calm down, Magnus." She said without shifting her gaze, smiling wider as she stepped closer to the man, seeming to almost grow intimate with him in her presence so close to him. "This one is mine."


Offline Geir Voll

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Re: dare you to say they taste the same
« Reply #7 on: Oct 10, 18, 04:45:03 AM »
Little Vaasa did indeed give Geir something of a fond feeling anytime he'd swung by the District, although until today he hadn't milled about overly long, usually finding himself simply passing through on a stint of business for the Territory Court or something to that nature. However, given that he was there this time for a meeting with the ruling Queen, the Warlord had made himself prompt and - early, even - in his arrival and it had granted him some extra time to tarry around and check the place out more thoroughly.

It definitely did remind him of Glacia in a home-away-from-home sort of way, even with himself being rather out of place amongst the residents in his demeanor. He'd always been told he was considerably warm and cheerful for a Glacian, something that only seemed to prove further true the longer he wandered around the District and interacted with its denizens. Not that he particularly minded and the familiar nostalgia more than made up for anyone's brusqueness, with him making something of a mental note to come back this way much more often.

He was dressed just formally enough to be appropriate for someone of his station and respectful of the woman he was meeting today, but not too much that he would've been accused of overdressing or pretentiousness. Ushered into the manor by a guard, Geir offered a friendly smile and gave Magnus' hand a firm shake when he was deposited right inside the foyer. The man seemed perturbed about something, looking particularly dour in comparison to the first time they'd interacted, but the younger Glacian remained amenable all the same. "Thanks for havin' me, Prince Haraldson. Good to see ya again."

All formalities aside, Geir nodded quickly when the Steward said that his Queen would be with him shortly, and as if right on cue he did certainly hear a feminine laugh of which he'd later likely describe as music to his ears. Almost instinctively, the young man found his head turning in the direction of that melodic voice, only half-wondering why in the world it struck him as so captivating (his initial assumption landed somewhere in the realm of some kind of social or emotional Craft being woven around, though he sensed none).

And then Lady Sheyla Grey dropped her gaze towards him directly, icy blue eyes locking with molten gold, and Geir understood immediately.

Mine.

It was as if the wind had gotten knocked out of him in one fell swoop (a feat given his height and burly stature), the world seeming to slow down around him and its center shifting to fixate raptly on and revolve around the Tiger Eye Queen that swept down the stairway to meet him. His posture straightened up even more as she approached, Magnus and the farmers who had been abandoned at the top of the stairs all but forgotten as Geir grinned bright enough to rival even some of the most intense witchfire. "Afternoon, Sheyla..." he repeated slowly, using her first name at her behest. "Geir. Call me Geir, I insist."

Dumbstruck as he apparently was while the Bond snapped readily into place, Geir managed to regain at least a bit of his composure enough to reach up and cover the much smaller hand on his chest with one of his own, if only for a few moments or until she felt the need to pull away. "It's wonderful to finally meet ya. Would you... allow me to escort ya on a walk while we talk?"

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Re: dare you to say they taste the same
« Reply #8 on: Nov 23, 18, 06:55:55 PM »
Sheyla's hand didn't retreat, if anything it remained firmly entrenched in the hand of hers while she hovered in orbit between this new star in her life. Magnus glowered nearby, never knowing or understanding that power of the Bond, nor did he manage to gather the necessity for touch in this intimate and revelatory moment. "Gentlemen, if you could abide my absence, Lord Geir here is mine by Bond gifted from Mother Night. I need to attend to him, I'm certain you understand." She said over her shoulder, though her eyes did not leave Geir's. "Magnus, darling, please see to their agreement would you? I trust you implicitly, of course, dear." And she did, though the old Glacian would never find the value in that. The grouchy old man was a hell of a Steward, even if he and Sheyla saw the world completely differently.

"I would love for you to escort me, darling. But we can go somewhere more intimate to talk than the gardens. Follow along, dear." Sheyla flashed a radiant smile that spoke of mischievousness that accompanied a flirtatious tone. The much-dwarfed Tiger Eye Jeweled Queen practically skipped as she led Geir through the hallways that drew them to a central staircase on the other end of the manor that twined its way upstairs. "So, Geir darling, Magnus tells me that you run a business in Goth. Is that right?"

Caring not to turn too sideways on those treacherous heels, she navigated as if they were natural extensions of her legs as she took him to the door that lead to a lavish bedroom. Well appointed and a huge, comfortable bed, Sheyla guided him to the edge of it where she released his hand and plopped down on the edge. Looking up to him with a broad grin, the energetic Queen patted down on the space next to her and crossed one shapely leg over the other, her foot tapping in the air idly.

"So I've just contacted Magnus through thread and cleared my whole schedule. Do you want something to drink or eat? I want to hear everything about you, dear. Everything at all."


 

 

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