trans_9 | Monsters and Mazes

"Dwarf!" He chimed in as soon as the list was read. "I will be a Dwarf Bard and I will weave tales of grandeur."

Nokosi rubbed the Jar as if it were some small animal. "And yes. Out of them all, though I hardly see how it suits me much."

She'd been a half breed all her life, and no, of course she was proud of who she was but... that bitter resentment from school had sometimes made her desire to be more....

"Elf, I'll be an elven rogue..." She said in a low bittersweet tone.

Well done Ronnae! The mirror lowers, wider this time so they can both use it. One short broad hairy dwarf with a beard you could lose small children in, and one slender beautiful elf with sharp eyes and clever looking fingers.

The world shifts and they find themselves in a busy bar full of every manner of creature big and small drinking, laughing, shouting and so on. A busy night to say the least.

Nokosi stroked his massive beard with pride and turned to face Ronnae, jug clutched under a pudgy arm.

"Ye can call me 'Clamor Mcblast-racket', lass. And jus' what is it I'm s'pposed te know ye by?"

Ronnae couldn't help but laugh, but if they were going to go all the way with the game, she figured she go all out. Trying to think of the female rogues in the house gave her a clear resolute attitude of 'I know I'm the best, you know it too, let's not fuck around hm?'

She strode over to 'Clamor' and patted the stout man on the head with a teasing grin.

"Oy Clamor, already callin' out yer name? I s'pose you can call me Ellise Brightmoon then~" She teased, flicking his nose lightly.

If Ronnae could see Beastboy at the moment his face would be glowing red from how "well" she took to the dark elf simulation.

As the two introduced (Or re-introduced themselves) to one another at the bar the crowd built up to a cheerful roar, either happy hour was really somethin' or people were partying tonight!

"'Ey, you ruddy elf!" Clamor exclaimed, pushing the woman's fingers away. "Get yer fanciful fingers offa me honk!"

The Dwarf turned to face the crowd with interest, wondering what all the commotion was all about.

"What's this alluva sudden? Do we need some music te go with th'mood?" He asked, raising the jug to his face.

The elf merely laughed, pinching the dwarf's face. "Now don' ya be such a grouch now. Doesn' suit ye yanno? Yer supposed ta be jovial an' da life o' da crowd. So go give em' e'ryting ya got Clamor. I'm sure dey will love it."

She slowly made her way around the crowd, picking up a drink stealthily that wasn't hers and moving away with a sly grin, taking a sip and enjoying the atmosphere.

The crowd roared a resounding "NO!" at the Dwarves offer followed by laughter, whether they actually cared or not was anyone's guess. They seemed happy enough.

Beautiful women abounds, and they seemed particularly interested in a group of adventures to the corner spinning tales of their most recent heroic exploits against a murderous gang of bandits who had been robbing folks blind out of the northern road to town.

"None'a'ye folk have a lick o' sense fer what real music sounds like! It sets th'mood, ye idjiats!"

Fine then. He'd just take his extraordinary musical prowess elsewhere. At least that's what he thought until he laid eyes upon the the group surrounded by patrons, bragging about their latest adventures. Stories! That was just what he loved to hear.

Slinging his Jar around his stout form, he grabbed the hand of his companion and proceeded to attempt to pull her over to the group.

"Ack~! Where ye takin' me Clamor, I have no time for games, der be adventure to be..." And soon she noticed the potential jackpot at the corner. She quickly shifted her demeanor, not wanting to seem the roguish swashbuckler she was attempting her best at playing off.

After all, rogues weren't meant to be master's of deception where they not? Instead she became more calm, pacing herself and keeping close to her companion.

"Clamor, are you sure we should be dwelling in this place? I don' think there's very friendly folk in the area..." She said in a soft sweet voice, her gaze eying the belongings of the travelers with a greedy glint, however she made sure to hide her intentions well.

"Don't you worry my dark skinned beauty!" A gnome with goggles that made his eyes seem to be three times the normal size. He hopped up on the table grinning smugly. "You're in the company of the Mighty Morgan company!" He swayed drunkenly and threw a bag of coin at the bartender, "And with that, MORE BEER!"

And they launched back into their tale for the fifth time that night. It seemed they weren't that clever a band, just brave and good fighters. They sent out the female of their party as bait and when she was attacked the rest of them came out of the forest to ambush the bandits.

"That's th'sorriest excuse o' an 'adventure' that e'er graced me ears," Clamor mumbled under his breath. "I cannae write an epic tale based on tha' bile, Ellise."

The Dwarf walked closer to the group, raising his hands as he did so.

"OI! YE GITS UP THAR! Tell a diffren' story, one tha's worth retellin'. Ah've had more excitin' adventures squattin' me arse in th'woods!"

Poking his nose into things that didn't concern him. That was how all of his best trips in Azeroth started, wasn't it?

"Thank you kind gnome, I feel much safer knowing that." She bowed, concealing a wicked grin on her face. This would be easier than she'd hoped.

Looking at her friend, and the commotion he might start only pressed her forward to do her thing. While the adventurers spoken and bellowed and cheered at the great adventures they had, she moved silently between the crowd, focusing on her work except for how jittery she was inside; sensorium or not... she disliked crowds.

She used her sleight of hand to slip items off the adventurers bags, preferably anything that looked shiny or something that resembled a bag of coins. Always keeping her guard up, and her gaze on the people in the bar. Her unfaltering shy maiden smile and the light blush of her innocent cheeks.

While Ellise robbed them blind the little Gnome shot an accusing point at Clamor "Well go on then scruffy face! If you can do so better let's hear it!"

Clamor puffed out his chest and raised his pudgy arm to the challenge. "Aye! I ken tell a be'er tale in me sleep!"

The Dwarf closed his eyes for a moment and brought the jug up to his lips. He blew, causing a low sound to come from the container. Suddenly he flipped the jar over and began thumping the side of it with utensils as if it were a drum. When he was happy with the cheery little beat he began singing in a gruff tone.

Now this here is a tale I heard
When I wos but a lad
Abou' a man who's brave an' strong
traits others wish they had

Th' kingdom tha' th'hero lived
was bleak withou' a sun
Th'rumor's tha' it fled one day
and wosnae found by none

Our hero roamed th'countryside
and crossed the mountain pass
Te find a woman smart n' kind
tha' he could call his lass

One day he crossed a beggar man
an' told him all his woes
th'beggar said he'd help tha lad
if he wid buy 'im clothes

There was a girl, the beggar said
wit hair tha's spun o' gold
Wit porcelain skin an' ruby lips
A beauty te behold

Th'hero left as fast as can
and didnae pay 'is fee
Th'beggar called a curse on 'im
Tha' fate was there te see

Our hero battled dragons, gods
and e'en nature's wrath
Te glean th'knowledge he 'ad sought
Te keep 'im on 'is path

He killed th' dreaded Ogre Lord
righ' in his skyward keep
An' foun' th'lass he traveled for
trapped in a cage, asleep

Th'beggar's tale was righ' an' true
Th'lass was as he said
She fell in love at first sight
An th'two were set te wed

She told him at th'weddin'
that he'd always have 'er heart
Th'hero vowed te follow her
and ne'er be apart

Tha' weddin' night our hero, true
couldnae beleive 'is eyes
There lay a snake no lass should have
between 'is lover's thighs

Fate saw 'is shock an' dropped righ' down
te see the whole ordeal
He n'er forgot th' beggars words
th'one tha' he'd now seal

"The heavens missed you, brilliant one"
"Your time on earth is done"
He took tha' righ' embarrassed lad
who's name was really 'sun'

He grabbed the hero righ' an' true
an tossed them in th'sky
His weddin' words 'ad sealed th'deal
and now 'ed ne'er die

Our hero te this day is seen
afloat the darkened night
His name is known as 'moon' te some
couldnae escape 'is plight

Tha's why th'sun rolls through the sky
te chase the moon 'o ran
The moon flees from 'is 'perfect gal'
his lass o' wos a man!

After he finished his 'epic tale' he stroked his mighty beard, a jovial look about his face.

"Now tha's a tale worth tellin', lads!"

Ellise blinked at Clamor a few times wondering where he had gotten that story from... but then she remembered he had a tendency to frequent bars and taverns, listening to old dwarf and human tales.

She tried to keep a straight face as she took the last of the spoils, turning tail and walking off before the crowd was shaken out of the stupor they probably all were after Clamor's tale.

She gave him a playful wink and stood back in the shadows away from the crowd, waiting for her friend to gloat a bit more while she counted some coin she had 'rightfully' earned.

The crowd was cheering uproariously at the Bards tale, ordering drinks they would later find out they couldn't afford.

"Not bad." A voice spoke from the darkness. A bent old woman was smirking at Ellise through crooked teeth, "He sets them up, you knock them down. A strategy as tried and true as the sunrise and set."

Ellise raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Oh? It does sound like a good strategy huh? Maybe I should try'et next time." A sweet innocent smile crossing her features as she placed the coins back in the bags and into her pouch belt, pressing the lock closed.

"I would dare say so, there's a fancy party up in the hoity toity part of town. You and your hairy lump of a friend could clean up if you played your cards right." The old crone cooed.

Ellise's ears perked up, he'd caught her attention. "Go on ol'man, I'm listening..."

That set her off "I'm a woman you nearsighted bimbo!" And a smack with her walking stick for good measure.

In Ellise's defense...she was a hideous old woman.

"You sure you ain' a goblin?" Ellise quipped back with a sweet smile before bowing.

"My apologies miss, with your current attire it is hard to discern. Tho of course that can be a good thing."

Clamor excitedly stomped his way over to Ellise, jug in tow.

"Hey, Ellise I-," he paused and cleared his throat. "I mean, oi, lass! Lookit th' bounty ol' Clamor brought back for ye."

The Dwarf shook the jug he carried, causing the newly added liquid inside to slosh about. "Drink fer th'road, cos ye know we'll be needin' it."

It was then that he finally noticed the old hag standing there, talking to his elf buddy.

"'Ey, haggy. Sumthin' we ken do fer ye?"

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1/? Bear with the wall o' text, I felt the need to weave a 'Nokosi'-ish bard tale, here.

1/2 \o/

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