Revan's Revelry

Log Info

• Title: Revan's Revelry

• Emitter: Ravenstongue

• Characters: Ravenstongue, Revan

• Place: A07 - Fernwood Pub

• Summary: Ravenstongue and Pothy come into the Fernwood for relief from the cold and for some snacks. Pothy proceeds to force a meeting with a mysterious man. Ravenstongue greets him and they discuss for a while about adventuring and Pothy. Finally, Revan leaves for the evening, still not having given Ravenstongue his name. After all, customs say it is unwise.

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The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy because of the high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form a lattice overhead, supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of the double-door entry is a spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and overlooks the main area. Large windows at this level grant an excellent view of the river to the west and colorful market stalls to the north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana lanterns hang at intervals from the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated ivy and ferns that grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.

The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables are set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself. A few are deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are meant for human-sized individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before a semi-circular stage situated against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon the wall and running up past the balcony and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe organ made to look like the one lost when the Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah Siege.

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Ravenstongue         5'0"     99 Lb      Half-Elf          Female        Short half-elf girl with violet eyes and black hair.                       
Revan                6'0"     180 Lb     Human             Male          A tall, copper-skinned man with golden eyes and black hair.   
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It's absolutely frigid outside in Alexandria tonight, but the deep blue sky playing host to brilliantly shining stars remind one that even in the deepest of chills, there is beauty to be found.

And what is more beautiful than a toasty and warm pub? Or so a half-elf seems to think, as she heads inside the Fernwood and looks around the place. "Thank gods for the Fernwood," she says quietly.

"Snacks," the white raven on her shoulder says, his blue eyes looking intently at her. It's a reminding phrase, judging by the way he says it.

"Right, Pothy, I'll get you snacks, don't worry," Ravenstongue says. She walks further into the Pub to get away from the chill as the doors close behind her.

Revan is there at the countertop. Legs crossed, back to the door, nursing something dark that tastes bitter like good chocolate. Something about...roots? Trees? Something arboreal of a fanciful sort of nature. One glass in and the evening has already been greatly improved. He's even feeling sociable.

Amber pools regard the curious place. Some curious sorts ab- A white raven. A very curious sort indeed. He'd yet to see a white one before.

The white raven in question seems to think Revan is pretty curious too, because he abandons the half-elf's shoulder and flies over to right in front of the man, landing right next to his drink. He's a little close for comfort, maybe, especially as that cream-colored beak of his opens--

"Snacks?" he asks.

"Oh gods, Pothy," Ravenstongue says with a sigh. She jogs over to the man at the bar and snatches up the raven, prompting a croak of protest from the corvid. "My apologies, he thinks he can just go anywhere and demand anything of anyone!"

"Hm." Revan makes a show of patting his scant pockets. Snacks are rather in rare supply, it seems.

The voice breaks his gaze from the beautiful creature to a far more troublesome kind of beautiful creature. "No trouble. No snacks here. Though I'm sure they could be brought easily enough."

The troublesome creature--the half-elf, that is--nods, taking a seat close to Revan at the bar. "We normally come here for a bit to eat," she says. "More accurately, Pothy makes me come here. He can be very particular about his snacks."

"Snacks," Pothy echoes. He preens his feathers for a moment before he's released from Ravenstongue's grasp, at which point he lands onto the bar in the space between the woman and the man and looks expectantly at both of them.

"I haven't seen you before around here," the woman says after a moment. "You can call me Ravenstongue or Cor'lana--Raven or Lana for short. I'm an adventurer by trade. The raven's Apotheosis, but I just call him Pothy for short, and he's a glutton by trade, too."

"Pleasant to make both your acquaintances." He says with an odd gesture, a touch to his sternum before he held his open palm upright in the air betwixt them. "Adventurer? Quite a curious sort of trade to lay claim to." Eyes alight upon her very lovely ring and he breathes a sigh of relief. The gods are merciful today.

"Apotheosis, you say?" Revan turns to the raven. "That's a very particular sort of name." A quiet hum. "Well, Cor'lana, gluttony seems to suit your friend here quite well. His feathers have quite the lovely sort of sheen. You don't see that kind of glitter from ill-fed ravens."

Luckily for the man, Ravenstongue seems quite oblivious to his relief upon seeing her finger. "Well, yes, but it is my profession," she says. "I've gone rooting around in caves, traipsing around in the borderlands between Althea and Quelynos--I've even been to Llyranost lately on Explorers' Guild assignment." There's a twinkle in her eyes as she mentions the last two locales.

Pothy looks at Revan as his feathers are complimented. There's a look of appreciation, even a little toss-back of his pale head as he seems simultaneously flattered and also a little massaged in the ego. "Thank you," he says, mimicking Ravenstongue's voice.

"He's a big ham, too," Ravenstongue says with a smirk as she looks at Pothy once she turns away from the barkeep after ordering a small list of snacks, presumably mostly or all for Pothy. "Pothy is actually my familiar, and so he doesn't need to eat... But he does anyway."

Revan gives a dismissive sort of wave at that. "Hardly. Far too handsome sort to be a boar. Just look at that noble posture. This is a cunning sort of bird." Ahhh so that was it. Though she didn't have the sort of stuffy air of wizard about her. Seemed to lively.

"Of course. Just because you don't need to do something doesn't mean you can't still enjoy doing it." Revan likes the greedy white raven. "Must have seen some interesting sights in such a dangerous occupation."

Pothy's tail feathers begin to wag up and down in the universal indication of a happy raven as Revan speaks so highly of him. This earns him a little eyeroll and a snicker from his mistress.

"See, you've got him going," Ravenstongue says with a grin. "It really doesn't take much to make him happy."

The half-elf receives her order: a spread of cheeses, meats, and crackers for Pothy, and a glass of water for herself. She takes a sip of her water before she says, "I have. And yet I have so much more to do, so many more things to see."

Revan smiles at the bird's obvious pleasure, then sips from his glass. He chuckles. "Careful now. Those are some foreboding words to issue. You aren't about to leave on some grand sort of adventure, are you?" He's quite clearly joking.

"I hate tragedies. Be far nicer to have a pleasant sort of story where the heroine sweeps her prince off his feet and the villain earns their comeuppance. A nice sort of dream."

There's a note in Revan's words that clearly resonate with Ravenstongue, the smile on her face growing warm as she looks down at the ring on her finger for a moment. "Sweep my prince off his feet, huh? I think I have done that a couple of times--otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to marry me. He's an adventurer too."

Then it finally occurs to her as she looks up at Revan. "I don't think I ever caught your name," she says.

A grin. "Likely because I've yet to give it. It's an old superstition. You don't give your name unless it's asked for, lest one who gives their name too freely finds it stolen by evil spirits." A glance down at her familiar. "Though those sorts of beings find it hard to be welcomed by the company of animals. Apotheosis I doubt would keep such shady sort of company. Probably have poor taste in snacks anyways."

"Ah! That's a custom I'm familiar with, too," Ravenstongue says, smiling. "Hence why I said you can call me Ravenstongue or Cor'lana. Lest you give your name to one of the fey by accident."

She looks back to Pothy and says, "Well, he can be awfully trusting so long as you give him snacks. I often wonder what would happen if an enemy on the field offered him a treat... Hopefully our bond would prove to be the winner then, but sometimes I'm just not so certain of that."

"I doubt he'd give up a thing as assured as a lifetime's worth of snacks for one snack now." Probably. Ravens were very clever creatures, if a little opportunistic at times. "You could always put it to the test." Revan took another sip as he looked at the toothsome bird.

"Now, Apotheosis. Suppose I offered you some very good snacks if you left with me instead of Cor'lana, would you?"

Pothy looks at Revan for a very long moment. Those blue eyes bore deeply, deeply into the soul. Somewhere in those azure spheres there lies a tempest, a storm that rages within the familiar regarding the question that this mystery man has just posed him--

Then he whistles.

"He said, 'That's a very nice offer of you, but I am sworn to Cor'lana, as I have served her line for generations as per my original directive." Ravenstongue relays the message, but then she just stares at Pothy for a moment. "What, no mention that I'm your favorite person? Our bonds of friendship? Pothy, you're mean!"

But she giggles. Of course, all is fair in love and war.

"Bit more steadfast then I'd thought. I was certain he'd take the snack and go with me, then just fly back to you when it became clear more snacks weren't forthcoming. A very clever bird indeed." Another sip. Then a glance down at the empty glass. An unfortunate turn of events. "Seems the evening has run longer then I thought." The man stood and offered payment for his drink.

"Pleasant as the company has been Mrs. Ravenstongue, I'm afraid we'll have to part company. The night is long and sleep beckons." He smiles. "Hopefully we'll have the same dream some time again."

"Hehe, I'm not quite Mrs. Ravenstongue yet," Ravenstongue replies with a grin. "I hope you have a good evening, my nameless friend, and I hope the winter winds are not too harsh on you as you leave."

Pothy croaks a farewell before he returns to his snacking as well. He won't be leaving until he gets his fill...