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Summer, Year 1

As the mild spring fades into summer, it is realized that a drought is beginning. Rather than watering the grass, the sky is a solid blue. Beautiful, but hot. Showers become less and less frequent through the months, and a foreboding is felt in the air. While wetter climates still experience showers, it is not quite enough to keep the grass green and the foliage lush. Smaller creeks shrink to a trickle, and large rivers become narrower. While things aren't completely dry, fires become more frequent, and the dessert becomes a wasteland. Hopefully times will begin looking up, but as the summer wears on, promise of a respite dwindles.
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Within the fading light of the day as the moon started to rise and kiss the sky the lone figure of a man dressed in a simple dark purple shirt, and black pants could be seen walking down the street. A cloak make up of black fur covered his stocky frame and did well to hide the bow and arrows at his back. The gentle click of the blade of his sword chimed in the air as it tapped against his side with each step. The man named Helbid was on a mission set to him by himself to have a good time tonight. So it was off to the pub he went. With coin in his pocket, the man was looking to lighten it tonight. Though as he entered Tipsy’s Pub he didn’t head to the corner. The fine pub was too fancy for his liking and so he made his way down the hall. His green eyes looked at a few other enjoying their drinks as he took a left turn. Only stopping after turning right at a door and knocking. Grunting the man gave the password and came in to scan the room. The night was still new, but there seemed to be a number of others there already.

Looking at some playing cards and others doing whatever else they were doing the man scuffed to himself about something not important before heading to the bar. Taking a seat he placed some coin on the counter. “Rum, and make it a bottle.” He ordered the keep. Sitting there he took the bottle as he looked around him once more while drinking it.
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Zamaille Atha'an
Not all treasure is silver and gold
Drink up me hearties! Yo ho ho!

Zamaille had been in the land for such a short time, but she was already learning about how strange of a place it was. She had always been able to shape-shift into a human, but now she realized that other animal species existed here in harmony? Or a tense harmony? She had realized that some had hated others, and while the boat of smugglers that she had floated down the river on was made of an assortment of characters, some of them did not blend so well with the other "races." She had also realized to a frustrating degree that her powers hardly worked anymore. She could hardly weave air, and she couldn't even touch water. It exasperated her and left her cursing her fates.

Now that she was off the smuggler's boat (she had offered them gold and other stolen items from the wreckage of the ship for passage), she was in a city of even more colorful characters. Crime seemed to be paramount here, and there was quite a bit for her to do. The salty air of the nearby sea could be scented for quite a distance, and even if it wasn't the ocean it beat floating down the river, and certainly was more acceptable than being stuck inland.

Now she was at a bar, and had followed people down the hallway of the rather normal looking establishment. She had seen people disappear down the hall, and wondered where they were going. Now seeing someone disappear she knew. Wandering outside, she waited until one of the staff got off their shift, and she followed them outside and waited until they were alone. She was in her human form now, and pulling a knife hidden on her shirt she pulled it on the man, pinning him to a wall and holding it against his throat.

"Listen, I have no intention to hurt you, but I really want into that back area people have been going into all day. Tell me the password, and I'll happily let you go on your way." With that, and a couple more threats, the janitor gave her the password, and she let him continue his day. Twirling her knife, she put it away before re-entering the bar, and followed his instructions. Finally she was inside!

Listening to the rowdy music and smelling the scents of all sorts of unsavory things, she felt right at home. Walking up to the bar, colorful trousers shaking with her motion, she sauntered up to the bar, a smile of triumph on her face. She was perfectly sober, but getting drunk was on her bucket list for the night. Time for some fun! She was a pirate, and it was time for some good 'ol vittles.

"I'll have some scotch, a whole bottle, mind you. The biggest you got." She felt a smile curve at her lips, as he looked at her with shock, and she handed him several coins for the offering. Yes tonight was going to be fun.

Looking around the room, she saw a stocky gentleman with scraggy hair sitting with a bottle of rum. His fur coat and the bottle made her think he was her sort of guy. Walking over, she winked at him, and motioned towards her bottle. "You look the strong sort of man, mind helping me get this open?" With that she let out a rough laugh, and waited to see if he would oblige to her request.

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The man had much on his mind and many things to worry about, but tonight he would make sure to forget at least half of those troubles. Rum was good to him when it came to stuff like that.Not that he could ever truly not be troubled, as he felt like someone was always watching him. Paranoid yes, but it was something he had never been able to shake ever since that night with those blasted felines. After all he never again saw the captain or the crew of the ship that attacked his family all those years ago.

Taking a deep breath he let it out in a drawn out sigh. Lifting the bottle of rum to his lips once more he noticed a woman enter the bar. Eyeing her for a few moments he couldn’t help but just taken in how pretty she was. Surely too pretty for the likes of this shady place. Though as she got her bottle he wondered what was behind such a pretty face that made her such a big drinker. He also wondered if she could even handle that bottle though he kept to himself. Looking away he kept his eyes fixed elsewhere before the voice of the women came to his ears. Looking back towards her he noticed how she had moved and was standing near him asking if he could open the bottle.

Allowing a smile to creep on his face he nodded. “Aye lass.” He said simply as he went to open the bottle. The man was careful not to break thing bottle into pieces, but luckily he had gotten used to his strength so he could control it. “That be a pretty strong bottle of booze ye got there. Sure ya can handle it?” He questioned in a tone that wasn’t one of a mocking tone or anything, more of a you looking for a fun night type of tone without coming out and saying such a thing. Placing the bottle down he took another drink of his own as he waited for her answer. It probably wasn’t any of his business if she could hold her liquor of anything, but no real harm in asking was there? Sure she could turn wild on him, but what is life without a little danger? Then again if some girl was to turn on him and do him in, well the he suppose he wasn’t much of a pirate or a man then. Helbid wasn’t stupid though he knew the ladies of the sea and the shadows could be even more deadly than the gentlemen and who knows a brawl could be a bit of fun.

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Zamaille Atha'an
Not all treasure is silver and gold
Drink up me hearties! Yo ho ho!

As the man in front of her opened the bottle of scotch, she noticed the delicacy in which he handled the bottle of liquor. Already she imagined the taste of the alcohol against her tongue, and the wonderful affects of the brew. The quality of the alcohol didn't matter so much, she was not one of champagne tastes, rather it was what came afterwards, the relaxation, the propensity towards wildness, it was those things that kept bringing her back. True, she had some things she'd rather forget, but it was more the fun times in such a strenuous world that made her crave it. Life could be found in a bottle of rum or scotch, and that life was so much better than the dull moments without it.

“That be a pretty strong bottle of booze ye got there. Sure ya can handle it?” Giving a laugh, she looks him square in the face before answering him. She wasn't mocking him, but rather thought the idea amusing. Perhaps a weaker woman, but she was not weak - her blood was half booze. "Ha! I practically live for the stuff. Are you sure that you can handle yours?" Smiling at him crookedly, her tone took on an oddly flirtatious note towards the end. She'd like to see him try, but by his slightly rough appearance, she assumed that he could hold his alcohol fairly well.

Taking the bottle of scotch back from him, she took a hearty sip, and gave him a wink. "What kind of rum you got there? Anything good?" Though the raven haired pirate preferred rum, scotch seemed the best choice tonight. She liked its potency, and after the past several weeks she wanted to forget and live her best life... the life at the bottom of the bottle.

As she waited for an answer, she gracefully sat in the seat next to him at the bar, not waiting for an invitation. She hoped she hadn't pissed him off, but what was the fun in life without a little drama?
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Handing the bottle back he listened to her and couldn’t help but let out a hearty chuckle. This women had some fire in her belly. Elegant and delicate ladies where nice and all, but those with some real sass made for an even better time. Sometimes the proper madames that can be found in ports were just the ticket to not be lonely for a night, but he never really was one for pretend house. Not that having a family would be too much of a bother, heck he might even have a kid or two already he doesn’t know about. Still a pirate’s life isn’t one for a governess. Helbid would watch the backs of his crew and leave the whining land loving fillies on the land and out of his heart. One day perhaps he shall find a wife, but at the moment his lover is the sea and his mistress is this bottle of rum.

Lifting the bottle again he took a good chug of it while watching the raven women. ”Aye. Nothing says I be here to live like a good bottle of the hard stuff.” He said with another chuckle. Placing the bottle on the table he looked her in the eyes as well. As if having a staring contest and smirked. ”How about ye find out for ye self?” He suggested as she reply to if he could hold his liquor or not. ”Ye interested in a little wagger?” He questioned calmly as he placed a small bag of coin on next to him. It wasn’t all he had as he had more back at the ship, but it was all he had with him at the moment.

Looking away from her and at the bottle of rum he allowed a big wide smirk to cross his lips. ”This here is a very fine rum. It be stolen stock from the mermaids.” It clearly wasn’t as he got it at the bar, but he gave her a wink and the bartender nodded at his story as they went along with it. ”The supplier of this fine pub had to go to great length to get it. Found a mighty hard battle they did. They only be wanting the best for the likes of us.” His lips moved calmly and smoothly as he spun his story before taking another drink. In reality it wasn’t the best rum, but after a while he simply didn’t care. After all he did plan to get drunk tonight and so he didn’t expect to remember what it tasted like in the end.

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Zamaille Atha'an
Not all treasure is silver and gold
Drink up me hearties! Yo ho ho!
Staring back into his eyes, her own sea green gaze mischievous, she watched as he placed a small bag of coin on the table. It wasn't much, but considering her situation she could use a bit more. Besides, you could never take a mighty gain without taking a leap. As the noise in the bar, the drunken laughter and the crude comments from those around her reached her bronze ears, her grin creased her face even more.

"Aye, you have a deal." Pulling out a small bag of coins, she pulled several minted gold coins and dropped them on the table between them. She didn't know what was in his little bag, but she guessed it would be about the same amount as she offered. Either way, the winner would be walking out with a nice addition to their collection. "Bartender, bring us about four shot glasses will you?" Looking back at the pirate in front of her, she winked at him. "We can't do just one shot at a time, that'll take too long, won't it?" With that she gave a guffaw and winked at him as the bartender put the glasses down on the table.

As he continued his story about the rum being stolen from mermaids, she leaned forward as if drinking in the tale. She believed it was a crock of horse shit, but it was entertaining all the same, so she went with it. "Sounds like a mighty fine bottle of rum if you ask me, I'd ask to try some, but I got me some scotch and that will do for now. Can't say mine was takin' from any mermaids though." As she spoke, she began pouring the caramel colored liquor into the shot glasses, watching to see if the man in front of her would do the same. "Name's Zamaille Atha'an, by the way. Thought you might want it though, I don't suppose either of us will remember this by morning." Winking again, she took a shot glass in each hand, raising them forward in a sort of toast. "To the nights where we have so much fun we won't remember, and the seas that landlubbers get sick on, and the booze we need to keep our blood flowin'"

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The lass had spunk he’d give her that. Anyone willing to dive into a night of forgetting what they did by the next morning was okay in his book. The fact that such a fine thing decided to spend time driving it away with him made the bearded man gitty, but he kept his cool. No need to creep the lass out after all. Eyeing her bag of coin for a moment he let out a coy smirk and nodded gently. Really it wasn’t about the coin. Win or lose it mattered not to him, even if he was to win and she’d swipe the coin on her way out anyways he really wouldn’t care. Life wasn’t all about gold, sure the pirate in him liked to find treasure, but the man that he was also so a good time as a form of treasure as well.

Listening to her order four shot glasses two for each for them he let out a bellow. ”Aye lass! Ye sound like ye got this down to an art. Color me impressed.” Taking the shot glasses given to him he placed them in front of him in a row. A nice neat row that by the end of this probably will be the weirdest straight line around this pub. ”Ye be making this interesting alright that be for sure.” He added with a nod as he placed his rum bottle next to the glasses. A smile spread across his face as he readied himself. ”Zamaille Atha’an. Mighty exotic name ye got there. Pretty as a siren’s too. He said with a polite grin and the coo of a flirty gentlemen. ”I be Helbid Skullfist. Friends call me Jor though.” He replied with a dip of his head as he raised a hand to rub his chin thinking about something. ”Though ye probably be correct, ain’t nobody gonna remember names if we done do this right. Perhaps maybe besides the good ol’ barkeep here, aye?” His voice was joyful and pleasant as he jested to the barkeep who just nodded politely before turning off to take care of others.

When she then poured her shots, he shifted and pour his own. Gentle holding both glasses he smiled. Holding the glasses up for the toast he nodded before adding to it. ”And to those mates we have lost to the locker, and those we meet along the open arms of the sea.” His wasn’t as warm hearted as hers but those that had been lost still needed to be remembered as well as those friendships that are made needed to remembered as well. He would then wait for her to make the first move and get this party started. Letting her have the first drink only seemed the gentlemen thing to do after all.

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