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Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru


Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Fine

"N-No, I only meant to ask, and well, I wasn't sure if you were still paralyzed..." Aeron trailed off, finally catching a hint of his propensity for angering the girl. He sighed, shaking his head, and plodded towards the door, stopping at the entrance before glancing at her once again. "I'll meet you at the First Elder's place in a few, then," he said in temporary farewell before taking his leave, his normally confident posture now somewhat drooped, with his shoulders visibly slumped.

Given an ample amount of time to return to her house and retrieve her clothing, but without her trademark breastplate and sword, Llæwyn felt... well, lighter than usual. When she made it to the First Elder's house, she arrived to find a similar arrangement, with Aeron already there--but so was Lynnea, whose eyes widened as soon as she saw the green-haired beauty, now without the usual gear that would otherwise identify her as an elven warrior.

The older woman ran to her and hugged her tightly, with her eyes tearing up. "I-I heard about what happened... I'm so sorry! Had I only run a bit faster, or if I were less foolish about just rushing in the way I did..." she began to sob.

The First Elder made it a point to speak up after a few seconds, determined not to let the moment linger on for too long. "No, the fault belongs to neither of you. If anyone, I will claim responsibility for this lack of foresight... I did not expect the creatures on that part of the surface to be so dangerous," the silver-haired elf conceded.

"Yes," chimed in Aeron. "Even the one I encountered on the southern end, was considerably stronger than those that I faced in my assigned district. If there were as many of them as Lynnea claimed, it's no wonder..." He dared not bring up Llæwyn's defeat in any form once more, probably having learned better by now; not that he had many hopes of getting back on her good side in the near future.
 
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Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn didn’t really even hear Aeron’s response, so mad was she. It didn’t much matter to her anyway. If she had been able to see the way his posture was changed, the way he slumped over in defeat, she would have smiled; not to reassure him, but because she had managed to hurt him as he had hurt her. It took her a little longer to get home than it normally would have, the elf taking her time to cool down and also so as not to test her legs too much. When she got to her little hut and got inside she quickly stripped off the robe she had been given, walking towards her bedroom to get into her dresser to retrieve a suitable set of clothes. She was still fuming, though, her hands shaking a little, and she picked up a little decorative carving off the top of her dresser, twirled around, and threw it against the wall above her bed with all of her might, screaming something incoherent. The prideful warrior stood there, breathing somewhat heavily for a minute or two, before turning back to dress herself, a little bit more calm after the outburst. She was mad at Aeron, that was sure, but she was also quite mad at herself. She took great pride in her skill as a warrior, far too much so to lose to such weak foes. She was better than that! Instead she had almost gotten herself and Lynnea dragged off to the void, and she really didn’t want to consider the possibility that she might not really be better than that after all.

Now relatively calmed, Llæwyn set out for the First Elder’s hut again, this time at a more normal pace for her. Her body was back to normal, and she was feeling fine now. She felt a lot lighter without her equipment, which brought back more of her dark mood as she remembered where her gear was. When she made it back to the proper house Aeron was already there, as he had promised, and so was Lynnea, who stared at her with wide eyes. The elf almost began her customary greeting salute of the Elder, but Lynnea cut her off, running to her and hugging her tightly, tears in her eyes. Llæwyn held the back of the older elf’s head, lightly pressing her to her chest as she stared blankly ahead, not wanting to deal with the apologies. Even if it had been her “fault,” what difference did that make, really? The Elder spoke up, taking the blame on himself, which only made it worse. After Aeron had spoke up, confirming that the monsters he had faced in his area had been weaker than the ones she had come up against, she said quietly "I should have been able to kill them regardless. None of you need feel bad for your role. It’s my duty to take on these risks for the village. Now, what are we to do next?"
 
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Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Fine

The First didn't seem terribly moved or disappointed in himself by what he said, but moved on, rolling up the large map that was on the table and stowing it away. "I will order a meeting with the other three Elders in the morning, and we will determine a proper course of action upon the conclusion of the gathering. Of all the schools of magic that exist, those dealing with the Void and its associated creatures are the most scarce, even amongst humankind. I have my own suggestions in mind for the dilemma, but of course, I will still need to consult with the others before finalizing any decision."

It took a bit for Lynnea to finally peel herself off of her savior, but she eventually did when the elder cleared his throat, and she sat down, looking embarrassed. "I know you must be feeling awful right now, Llæwyn, but if there's anything you need, even if it's just some dinner, I can provide that for you later," she offered. "I practically owe you my life at this point, so..."

The aged elf cut in. "Indeed, you are correct. Duty is important in elf society, and it is for a reason, but what it is important is that we come together to resolve this dilemma. Llæwyn, just remember that we as a community are here for you--be it Aeron, myself, Lynnea, or anyone from Grenwyll's four corners. You are granted permission to take the rest of the night off, though the meeting will be held tomorrow morning at the councilhouse in the village's center tree, and as a witness we'd like to request your presence at the gathering." No numerical time was specified, as all of that was relative to the elves--'morning' more or less meant several hours from within the sun's first rise. "Dismissed."

As it was apparently time to leave, Aeron stood up, allowing the two women to exit before him, and only giving Llæwyn a glance in passing before averting his eyes to the ground. "...Be well..."

Lynnea, on the other hand, stuck to the green-haired beauty's side even after she exited the house, almost suffocating the other woman with the aura of care and worry about her. "I'll be sure to bring you some of my finest stew at the house later, if you wish. Or if it's new armor you need, I-I can handle those expenses as well..." She seemed almost desperate in her attempts to provide some kind of help, but then again, she was a widow with only the support web of the community around her. Besides, as many in Grenwyll knew, the last person to have actually saved Lynnea's life was her late husband.

Also granting Llæwyn 6 EXP for her recent encounter with the tanglevines.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

The First Elder quickly moved on after what Llæwyn had said, rolling up the map that had covered the table. Apparently much of the “meeting” had already been completed without her input. It seemed that it would have to continue in the morning, with the rest of the elders present. All the while Lynnea was clinging to her, teary-eyed, and the elven warrior gently rubbed the back of the older woman’s head in an attempt to comfort her, which really seemed all sorts of backwards given the situation. The Elder cleared his throat finally, getting Lynnea to break the hug and sit down with an embarrassed look on her face. She quickly offered to get Llæwyn anything she needed, asserting that she owed the green-haired elf her life. The Elder intervened before she could, asserting that the whole of Grenwyll was there for her if she should need it, and giving her permission to take off until the morning, when she was to appear before him and the rest of the elders at their meeting. "Thank you, First Elder" she replied, pressing a fist to her chest and bowing to the old leader as was her custom before turning to leave.

Aeron got up to leave as well, standing at the door to allow Llæwyn and Lynnea to leave before him, telling her to “be well,” which she ignored thoroughly. The older woman was more troubling, as she stayed very close beside her green-haired savior, clearly worried badly about her welfare. She kept offering to bring her food, or to buy her new armor, anything to help, which was starting to annoy Llæwyn despite her intentions. Finally she spoke up, saying "I have leftovers from last night that I intended to eat for dinner tonight, and I shouldn’t have any trouble with expenses. If it wasn’t too much trouble you could bring me some lunch to the meeting for afterwards, though." It seemed Lynnea wasn’t going to leave her alone until she allowed the older woman to do something for her, and that was an innocuous enough thing. Besides, Llæwyn didn’t want to be a burden to the widow, who wasn’t exactly of comfortable means. If that satisfied Lynnea, the green-haired elf would part with her for the moment and then head to the neighborhood bar she frequented on weekends, having some business to attend to there…
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Fine

"Absolutely!" exclaimed Lynnea, who looked all too happy to even receive such a request. "I'll be sure to prepare lunch for tomorrow." Knowing her, she'd probably bring far more food than the other elf could even hope to eat, but at least the request seemed to cheer her up.

"And if there's anything you need... just to talk, or what not, I'll be here for you. I'm currently staying with Ryndele on the south side, so, feel free to visit anytime." She gave the warrior a caring look, placing a hand on her shoulder and embracing her once more. It was expected of her, given Lynnea's personality and her lack of understanding for what the somewhat more promiscuous elf might have felt during her experience with the tanglevine. She could only imagine what Llæwyn went through, but all of the scenarios she did have in mind involved a most horrifying experience, naturally. As a result, there was a heavy air of unspoken pity for the green-haired swordswoman, but she wouldn't say it, luckily; it was probably damaging enough to Llæwyn's pride to simply catch on to such an impression.



As a drink or two sounded more and more tempting between Aeron's unintentional patronization and Lynnea's persistent coddling, Llæwyn would find herself heading towards the East Wood tavern, which was, as its name implied, on her side of the village and one of two community pubs there. Not only was it closest to her, but it also had the best drafts, and a very open atmosphere that served her well. And she was a regular, too. When she entered, Llæwyn was immediately greeted with a smile and a nod by the bartender, Fynn, quite a few years her elder, though one couldn't tell by his appearance, naturally, as he was only in his mid 100's. With understanding brown eyes and jet-black hair, he was familiar with many of Llæwyn's battle stories and considerably easier to talk to than a worrywart like Lynnea. However, he was also very professional, and never so much as looked at the gorgeous swordswoman in a lewd manner, though he did bear witness to some of her better nights when she exited East Wood Tavern with another elf in her company. None of this ever broke his trademark smile, however.

If she looked around, the warrior would see that there were only a few patrons in the bar at this time of day. A trio of blonde elven men sat at one table; merely acquaintances to Llæwyn, she understood them to be nephews to the Fourth Elder, the leader in charge of Grenwyll's northern side. At another table, a couple, consisting of a male with rough features and a somewhat plain female, sat across from each other in casual conversation. They were from the neighborhood, not exactly regulars at the bar, but the green-haired beauty did know them--their names were Ernlorn and Galyne. The third table had a crimson-haired elf sitting by his lonesome. He was also someone that Llæwyn mostly only knew in passing, and so, she didn't know his exact name, but she knew that he was an apprentice of the potion master Irendin.

However, Fynn would, as per his usual tradition, raise the question that often followed after the regular made her entrance. "So, what'll it be for today, Llæwyn? I'm guessing the house draft like always, but, hmm. You seem down... something harder, maybe? I know you hate the taste of some of these, but we do have Vermilion, Lavender, and Verdure whiskeys if you're in the mood."
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn’s proposal seemed to cheer Lynnea up, and she smiled happily as she agreed. It was almost guaranteed that she would bring enough food for four, but that was alright. The green-haired warrior would probably need a good meal around that time of day, because she almost certainly wouldn’t eat breakfast. When the older widow once again asserted that she would do anything Llæwyn needed and hugged her tight the warrior cringed a little. She could almost feel Lynnea’s pity for her hanging in a cloud over her head, crawling under her skin. It certainly wasn’t helping matters any, and she really didn’t want to deal with it, but she felt that she couldn’t brush her elder off as she would like to. The widow meant well, after all, she was just going about it in exactly the wrong way. "Thank you" she replied quietly, returning the hug for a few moments, "I may have to take you up on that." The green-haired elf gave the older woman a fake smile and waved her on her way, before continuing to her destination of choice.

The East Wood Tavern wasn’t too far from Llæwyn’s home, and it was perhaps her favorite place to spend off-evenings. They had the best beer in Grenwyll, in her opinion, and the atmosphere was wonderful. She liked most of the regulars well enough, and it seemed to attract the right crowd. As she walked in, the bartender smiled and nodded at her. Fynn was a large part of what made the tavern so great, with his friendly and understanding demeanor. He was always a joy to talk to, and he never judged her, even though she took people home with her quite a few nights, which was a bonus. Looking around the tavern, she saw a few regulars, but not many people were here this time of day. At one table were three blonde men, nephews of one of the Elders, whom she knew only in passing. At another was a couple, Ernlorn and Galyne, who didn’t come here very often, at least not during the nights. Galyne was a rather plain looking woman, a baker that Llæwyn sometimes patronized, and she had always thought that her boyfriend could have done quite a bit better, at least in the looks department, but she seemed like a nice enough girl. The last one in the tavern besides her was an apprentice potion maker that she didn’t know by name, a redheaded guy who seemed perhaps even younger than her.

As Llæwyn walked up to the bar, Fynn offered her the house draft, as usual, but then changed his mind and offered some harder drinks, since she “seemed down.” She frowned, asking "that obvious, huh?" as she sat down at the bar. "Hardest shit you’ve got, don’t bother about the taste. Need a sleep aid tonight" she continued, grinding her teeth a little as her fingers rapped lightly against the bar.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Fine

"A little," replied Fynn, giving a slightly concerned look, though certainly not a pitiful one like many others today had exhibited. "Don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to though. Well then, I'd go with Vermilion, probably. If you still got it in you, could always sample the others." Pulling up a small bottle, he set a small shotglass in front of her and poured a light red liquid into it. If Llæwyn were to take a whiff, she could definitely tell that the proof was high just from that, and a bit of the taste too--a bit sweet, somewhat winelike, but with a much higher alcohol content, of course. If she was still game after that, he'd pour a purple mixture into a larger highball glass. It smelled delightful, the kind of stuff one could drink down all too easily without realizing its nature as a particularly strong spirit.

"So, what do you think?" asked the black-haired elf casually.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn sat quietly and listened to Fynn, glad that he was willing to let her slide by without asking a ton of unnecessary questions. Explaining what had happened was the last thing she wanted to do right now. She watched as he pulled out a small bottle from behind the bar with what he called “Vermillion,” something she had certainly never sampled before, and sat down a small shot glass in front of her. She almost asked for something bigger, but she knew better than to seem to be in that kind of a hurry. The drink was a light red color, pleasant to look at, and even without intentionally sniffing at it she could tell that it was probably as much alcohol as anything else, if not more. The green-haired elf took up the little glass and quickly threw it back, downing the shot in one go, and coughed a bit at the intensity of it. She felt it burning down her throat quite hot, with a somewhat sweet taste that wasn’t entirely drowned out by the alcohol. She could tell that she wouldn’t be able to hold all that much of this stuff, which suited her purposes just fine. She set the glass down on the table somewhat gingerly, shaking her head and taking a few seconds to recover from it. "I don’t think I need to try anything else just yet. This should do just fine. It’s got a nice taste, too. Better than I expected. Keep ‘em coming, if you please" she replied, pushing the shot glass gently towards him again.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Fine

"Sounds good."
As requested, the barkeep poured her another shot of Vermilion, though he would wait if she were to ask for anything beyond the fourth. "Slow down a little," he suggested. "You're moving a bit fast, and I don't... well, I haven't seen you this reckless before, so just let it sink in a little first before you decide to down any more."

Indeed, Fynn's words were not without truth, as Llæwyn could feel herself considerably less inhibited, and more relaxed--which might have been for the better, as many of the patrons kept to themselves when she had first entered, fuming. But now that she looked to have had a few drinks, one of the blonde elves from the trio at a nearby table took a seat on a barstool next to her. "How about another? I'll take care of your bill," he offered, looking to Fynn with a nod briefly, as if to direct him to pour another round. "I'm Penril."

Fynn shook his head, his brow furrowing. "She's already had several shots of Vermilion, I'm just going to cut her off for now, so that she doesn't fall over the railings or anything..."

"No worries, I'll walk her home if need be," offered Penril. "She looks like she could use a little relaxation. Right, Miss... uh...? I know I've seen you around here before."
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn drank down the next shot almost as soon as Fynn had poured it, again shaking her head and coughing a little. This Vermillion stuff went down pretty rough, but it wasn’t bad. She could feel it working already, too, far faster than anything she had ever drunk. She very rarely got drunk, and almost never drank with that intention; her usual routine was to have a few beers, get pleasantly tipsy, and get out of the tavern with someone while she was feeling quite good. This was already getting a little bit beyond that, though… she downed the third shot, and then the fourth, her vision starting to get a little blurry as her head swam just a bit. She pondered a little bit when the bartender cut her off, too much for what she wanted to say, before replying "I know what I want" just a bit too loudly.

It was just after that that one of the blondes came over to sit next to her, offering to pay for her next drink before introducing himself as Penril. And that brought the anger back. Llæwyn felt as if she was being slighted somehow, as if he was implying that she was incapable of paying for herself. She spent a few moments trying to compose her thoughts and her retort while Fynn objected, expressing the worry that she might fall over the rails and onto the forest floor below if she had too much more to drink, to which the blonde replied that he would walk her home if she needed it. She narrowed her eyes at him and said "I can pay for myself, and I don’t need your help to relax" coldly, a definite tinge of anger in her ever so slightly slurred speech. "I’ll sleep on the floor if I need, just give me more" she continued, turning back to the bartender. She wanted to get there, on the floor, and quicker now than she had just a few moments before.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Fine

The blonde newcomer grimaced upon being shot down so swiftly by the green beauty, but he wasn't about to let go that easily. "H-Hey, no need to be so cold, I figured you can... just looking to help? How about it?"

"You heard the lady," interrupted Fynn, giving him a stern look.

"Alright, fine... well, the offer still stands if you change your mind." Penril wasn't about to get himself kicked out of the bar for something like this, so he sighed, slumping his shoulders and returning to the table where his other two siblings waited, where he was greeted back with a bunch of snickers and chuckles. It was probably all fun and games as far as they were concerned, from the looks of things.

The bartender looked back to Llæwyn after the curious incident, shaking his head. "Sorry about them. I almost don't blame them, really, but you'd think they'd get a better hint of your mood. I still stand by what I said though. If you drink anymore than what you have now, I won't let you leave the tavern--you'll stay in the room upstairs until you can walk straight again."

If she agreed to this, or at least made it look like she did, he would then pour her another round.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn continued to glare at Penril as he tried to talk himself out of the hole he had dug, having none of it. Luckily Fynn intervened before she said anything, shooing him away with a stern look. The blonde elf sighed and walked off, slumped over a little, and she almost spat after him. Instead she just shot back "not likely!" The green-haired elf turned back to the barkeep, blinking a little as he offered her the upstairs room if she wanted to drink more, asserting that he wouldn’t let her leave. "Works for me" she said loudly, and when he poured another round she snatched it up and downed it. She was starting to feel almost like she was underwater as she ordered another. She knew she was past the point she should have quit, but she had no intention of stopping until Fynn had to drag her up the stairs.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Inebriated

However many more she downed, Llæwyn wasn't sure. But she was feeling considerably 'better' now, at least in some ways, though her motor skills had gone to the Void for the most part. The entire bar swayed. Even as she sat upon her stool, like she was on a violently rocking boat in a turbulent ocean--not that she would really know what that felt like, outside of what she was experiencing now. The elven beauty could hear Finn's voice, which bore a tone of obvious concern. "Llæwyn, you've had over ten shots of Vermilion. I'm cutting you off for real now. Can you even hear me? Damnit..."

The raven-haired elf slipped out from behind the bar and next to her, sliding her arm around his neck and supporting her, guiding the warrior off of her seat. When she got to her feet, she nearly fell if not for Fynn's shoulder being there to grab onto, and him of course actively keeping her upright. "Okay, you've definitely had enough. You've gotta sleep this off," he ordered, and proceeded to help her up the stairs. If she fell too many times, he'd carry her.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

After a while Llæwyn had no idea how many drinks she had had, though it was starting to be enough. She felt much better, her mind wandering far too much and too quickly to settle on any one thing that might be unpleasant for her. Of course, she was also losing all sense of place, the room seemingly rocking violently from side to side and back and forth. The green-haired elf struggled to stay on her stool, gripping the bar tightly to keep from falling off, and when she almost missed her mouth with a shot she figured it was about time to quit; even this wasted, she knew that she had to stop when her hands were shaking too badly to actually drink. Fynn’s voice came through, seemingly warped and muffled, and she really did feel as if she were under water. "I’m done anyway" she practically screamed, though she didn’t mean to, and her words were almost unintelligible. Llæwyn watched him walk out from behind the bar, nearly falling over as she craned her neck to see him, and then let him help her up off her stool. She was way too far gone for the thought that she shouldn’t accept his help to cross her mind, which was probably a good thing for both her pride and her body in the long run, considering she almost feel flat even with his arm around her.

The bartender helped her to the stairs, the green-haired warrior dragging her feet and shuffling most of the way, and when they started going up she tripped over the very first stair, nearly falling on her face except for Fynn. She clutched onto him tightly with one arm, her other hand on the railing as firmly as she could manage, but it still wasn’t enough. The whole room was spinning, and even standing still it felt as if she might keel over at any instant. She had definitely had too much. She was even starting to feel nauseous, and it was starting to frustrate her that she couldn’t seem to get up even one stair without falling to her knees, even with help. Finally the bartender gave up on her, picking her up and carrying her in his arms up the stairs. That really set the room to rocking, and she pressed her head tightly against his chest, closing her eyes to try and offset the effect, though it did little to steady her world.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Inebriated

Taking her to the guest room on the first left--not that Llæwyn would really remember, though it was easy enough to find--the barkeep set her down on the somewhat low, yet comfortable bed, which was made of fabric and filled with a cotton-like substance harvested from local plants, similar to the mattress in her own home. He placed a hand over her forehead momentarily, then slowly got back up to his feet and walked to one corner of the room to pull a wooden bucket up next to her. "Just relax and take it easy, alright? I'm going to get back to work," Fynn explained, patting her shoulder with his usual smile. "And don't push yourself--you can stay as long as you need until it wears off."
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn didn’t even bother to try to see where she was being taken, her eyes still closed shut as she pressed her face into Fynn’s chest. The world shuddered and shook with every step up the stairs, the alcohol sloshing around with the only other thing in her belly; the tanglevine’s cum. She was starting to feel really quite ill by the time she felt herself laid down on a soft, cottony mattress. She looked up at the bartender, all three of him, as he crouched over her and placed a hand on her forehead, causing her to lunge backward a little bit, not expecting the approach. When he got up and brought the wooden bucket next to her, she dimly understood what it was for, and that she would be needing it very shortly. "Thankshhhhh" she slurred out after hearing his words dimly, groping for the bucket. There was more than one in her vision, and it took her a little while to get a grasp on it with both trembling hands.

She then leaned over and unloaded the contents of her stomach into it, quite loudly. She continued to hover over the bucket, holding it tightly for some time, before the next wave of nausea crashed over her and she vomited again, the mix of Vermillion and plant spunk coming out her nose and mouth with some force. The green-haired elf probably looked every bit as pitiful as she had when she was covered in cum, though she was only aware of it in the vaguest of ways. The cycle repeated itself a few times, until she had given more or less all she could to the bucket, before she started to feel sleep overtaking her. Unfortunately she didn’t fall asleep in the most graceful way possible, instead leaning a little too far as her eyes slipped closed, rolling off the bed and dragging the bucket to its side, spilling out its contents into a rapidly expanding puddle in front of her, snoring loudly into the night.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Inebriated

Fynn had expected as much, and he stroked her back steadily as she let it all out, only leaving her side once she started to fall asleep. The bartender would've left with greater haste if he didn't take note of the mess she accidentally made. Heaving a deep sigh, he disappeared momentarily to clean up the mixture of various fluids with a rag, dumping them all into the bucket and replacing it with a new one, except this time, he left a sponge in it in the hopes of avoiding too much of a spill if Llæwyn were to do it again. Finally, with that being taken care of, he returned downstairs to take care of business.

Llæwyn woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, but judging from the lighting within, it was probably around midnight--she must have slept for at least 10 or 11 hours. There were some sounds of bar patrons talking amongst themselves coming from downstairs. An empty bucket with a sponge in it could be found next to her bed, as well as one full of fresh water and some towels, presumably to clean herself up with. If she chose to make her way down at one point, she'd find Fynn hard at work, with the bar as busy as one might expect at this time of night. Otherwise, she could sleep in if Llæwyn still felt too awful to deal with such things.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Llæwyn wasn’t even really aware of Fynn there with her after she began to vomit, her whole world the bottom of the bucket and how terrible she felt. She woke up some time later with a splitting headache, wrapped around a wooden bucket. The green-haired elf let out a loud groan, rolling over onto her back and holding her head as she closed her eyes tightly again. She had no recollection of anything after probably the fifth or sixth shot, had no idea how she got here, and only the obvious reason for the taste and smell of bile pervading her senses. Fffffffffuck she thought, massaging her temples, I overdid that so bad… Fuck I hope I didn’t do anything stupid… She laid there for a long time before she tried to open her eyes again, finding even the small amount of light to be too much for her eyes. Fuck. She rolled over to her side again, noting another bucket with water and towels, probably put there so she could clean herself up. Which was nice, since she could tell she had vomited so hard it had come out her nose, which was quite unpleasant after the fact.

Llæwyn sat up on the bed, groaning against as she grabbed a towel and soaked it in water. This was easily the worst hangover she had ever had, by a large margin. She brought the towel to her face, wiping off and washing it before blowing her nose and spitting into it, trying to get the leftover bile out of her. She then discarded that towel in the used bucket and got another one, washing her face with part of it and then drying off. She felt a little bit better now that she had done a little bit of washing, but her head was still throbbing and pounding like never before in her life, and the light seemed so excessively bright… She discarded the used towel and picked up a third, soaking it and then placing it over her eyes as she laid back in bed, resting.

The hungover elf laid down for another hour, maybe two, she couldn’t be sure, before she sat up again, dried herself off, and got up slowly, testing her coordination. Llæwyn felt like she could walk safely without stumbling over herself, and while the headache was still there, it had subsided just enough that she didn’t feel half dead. Maybe only a quarter dead. She slowly shuffled outside the room then, squinting her eyes at the lights in the hallway before carefully taking the stairs, holding onto the railings. She flinched a little at the noise in the tavern, though it wouldn’t have registered as even a little loud if she hadn’t been so hungover. She made her way to her usual stool at the bar and sat down, waiting until Fynn had a free moment before quietly groaning "Ughh… feel like shit. The fuck did I do after that blonde kid hit on me? I hope I didn’t make an ass of myself for you."
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

Status:
Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Fine, slightly hungover

Fynn slid a few drinks to some other patrons sitting at the bar before turning to Llæwyn with an apologetic smile. "Welcome back, Llæwyn. Sorry about that--I knew I should've cut you off sooner. I'm just glad that you didn't try to fight me and go outside, or you'd have fallen off the railing had you tried to walk home. And no, you're... you're fine. Really. Trust me, as a bartender, I've seen much worse. Besides, those three elves are gone now, so I don't think you gotta worry about them. It was only a little bit of a mess I had to clean up, but you'll be fine once you try some of this."

Filling up a mug with a mild white concoction, he set it down in front of her and nodded, urging her to give it a try. "Hmm... It's the first time I've really seen you even get that bad, to be honest. So here--have some of my special cure for that kinda thing." If Llæwyn were to comply and drink it down, she'd find it somewhat cool, just a little thick, but otherwise pleasant, and the effects were almost instantaneous, causing the leftover throbbing to leave her head and spreading throughout her body.

He offered her a rather sweet smile. "Just don't make that a habit on me, huh? Remember, you can talk to me if something's bothering you that badly. Or if you're not comfortable with people being here, I'll still be around a little after last call, up to you," said the barkeep with a shrug.
 
Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru

It took a little while for Fynn to turn to Llæwyn, telling her that she hadn’t been too much trouble. "Well, that’s good at least… I must have known I went too far I guess. Not remembering is good though" she said quietly, her chin in her hand as she rested her elbow on the bar. She didn’t like to hear that she’d made a mess for him, though, and she had a sneaking suspicion that she had puked all over things, though she couldn’t be sure what. She had been about to order up a water when he poured her a mug of some sort of white liquid, with a very mild smell. The bartender told her it was his own special concoction for hangovers, so she gave it a sniff and slowly drank it. "No, I’ve never gotten so wasted before. Can’t remember a damn thing about half the night, I’ve never lost my memory before. I think I needed it, though" the green-haired elf said between drinks. It was cool and thick, but it had a pleasant taste.

More importantly, her headache began to ease almost instantly, as did her sensitivity to light. She blinked and looked down at it, asking "huh, what’s in this stuff? It’s really effective. I just might have to make a habit out of getting so drunk if you can cure it like this." She winked at the last part, making it clear she was joking. "That Vermillion stuff is actually pretty tasty, too, I could stand to have a shot of it every so often. Maybe stop at one next time, though." Fynn had such a sweet, disarming smile, but Llæwyn still didn’t know that she wanted to explain what had happened to her. It was… not the sort of story she wanted to tell. Definitely not in front of others. "I’ll stay after closing and explain I think. Maybe stay a while longer after that. Don’t know that I want to walk home this late" she said finally, quietly, staring into the empty mug of white stuff.
 
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