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Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Gavriel - 08-07-2010
The Plot
This story takes place the morning after the events in Al'Mian Oasis, Part I. It is six o'clock in the morning and the previously crowded tavern is quiet and motionless. Only a few unconscious drunks remain by the bar, sleeping in their own drool.
Outside, the sky is brightening but the sun has not yet shown itself. All is quiet, save for the wind that is kicking up sand and the crickets that chirp in the foliage that grows close to the oasis. Nobody is awake at this hour save for a few souls...
Gavriel Venitiago
Shamad Conde
Faythiel
Tadir
The Setting
This story takes place several leagues to the south of Ul'dah within the small trading outpost known as the Al'Mian Oasis. As the name implies, Al'Mian is strategically located around a small watering hole that is essential for the survival of trade in the remote southern regions of Thalalan. To the east and west the outpost is protected by treacherous desert that extends for as far as the eye can see. To the north lies a sprawling flatland that eventually leads to the city of Ul'dah. To the south lies a rocky, mountainous region populated by tribes of Hellsguard Roegadyn.
Al'Mian has been in existence for several generations in one form or another thanks to members of the Ul'dah Syndicate who regularly send food, supplies, and troupes of mercenaries to safeguard their interests. It is very common to see an assortment of travelers and merchants of all races passing through, especially the Dunesfolk, who must water their giant beasts of burden.
(I lack the skills to draw the layout of the camp, so a description will have to do for now...)
The Oasis itself is located in a shallow dip at the base of a treacherous cliff. The southern part of the camp is completely blocked by the cliff face, but it is easily accessed by any other route. The only road into the camp is from the north, which leads back to Ul'dah. However, Roegadyn and Dunesfolk with their beasts of burden tend to arrive unannounced from the middle of the open desert.
There are three mudbrick buildings in Al'Main. The first is the tavern, which houses as many as twenty-five guests at a time with plenty of room outside for stragglers. Like any respectable tavern, there is a well-stocked bar and kitchen. There are a dozen tables as well as sitting room at the bar.
The second building is the Marketplace. Here, traders may set up their own booths and sell their wares to fellow merchants and travelers. Al'Main is a crossroads for several trading routs and a quick deal can be easily made, without burden of taxes, before heading off to Ul'dah and beyond.
The third building is the barracks. This small building houses a-dozen-or-so mercenaries who are hired to protect this vital trading rout. Seeing as how this area is so remote, the mercenaries tend to fight amongst themselves and drink entirely too much wine.
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Rules
So this time around we are going to have an "Open Invite" system. If you would like to join in, please send me a PM. I will fit you in when there is a break in the story or when it seems the most appropriate! The reason for this change is that things got a little out of hand last time. So many people wanted in on the fun that the thread became congested and it became very difficult to follow the story. However, I'm very glad that our community is so active and that people couldn't wait to start having fun. There are absolutely no hard feelings 
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Shamadconde - 08-07-2010
Shamad woke up and groaned. He hurt all over. He rolled over and was graced with the "lovely" sight of Serenla naked. He groaned again. That was an image he would never get out of his head. She got dressed, dressed him, and carried him downstairs. She plopped him at a table and strapped him into the chair. "I'll get you some breakfast and then therapy starts!" She said in a deep voice that was oh so completely wrong for a Lalafell as she rubbed her hands with glee. Shamad shuddered and started his mental exercises to get himself emotionally away from what was going to happen. A placid expression suffused his face.
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Tadir - 08-09-2010
Tadir opens his eyes, and immediately regrets it. Not only is it oppressively hot in his room, but his head feels like someone is smacking it with a hammer.
With a groan and a muttered curse he sits up and looks around his room...his...room?
If it was his room at the inn, someone had stolen all his things and replaced them with the possessions of a g...Tadir's eyes shift slowly to the figure lying on the other side of the bed. Holding his breath, he closes his eyes and, moving very slowly, attempts to get out of the bed without waking her up.
The bed goes "Glink," but the sun browned Miqo'te doesn't shift.
"...pants. I need my pants," he thinks. Seeing them on the floor, he pulls them over his legs, grabs his shirt and sneaks to the door. As he reaches for the handle the world starts spinning again. He manages to grab the handle on the third try and opens the door just as he hears a rustle and yawn from the bed. He slips through the door and tries to shut it quietly before the woman notices him. He hears a muffled, "Hello?" before pulling his shirt on and stumbling down to the bar, buttoning his shirt.
The bar is much brighter than the hallway. He shuffles, squinting, up to the bar and croaks, "...w'ter..." before his face falls onto the sticky bar.
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Gavriel - 08-11-2010
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Tadir - 08-11-2010
Tadir peels his face off the bar to look for the bartender. Apparently no one is tending bar. He looks around at the few people still passed out in the room.
"Ehnywo..." he croaks and stops.
Clearing his throat he says, "Anyone mind if I...uh...nip over and grab myself something?"
Without waiting for an answer he leans over the bar and rummages around for a cleanish glass. Finding one, eventually, Tadir sticks it under the tap and pours himself a beer.
After leaning back in his chair and putting his feet, which he now notices are lacking shoes, up on the bar, Tadir takes a deep sip of the frothy beverage.
"By far the best thing to get rid of a hangover." He nods to himself with a smile. It wilts slightly as he realizes that at some point he's going to have to go back into that room to find his shoes.
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Vareal - 08-11-2010
Nedral awoke with a start, bolting upright and breathing heavily, her forehead beading with sweat. Her eyes darted around the still dark room, trying to get a fix on what was reality and what was still a dream. She sighed, closing her eyes and placing a hand on her forehead.
"'Ere ya go, princess." Luther held out a damp cloth to Nedral, a warm smile spread across his large face.
She smiled and took it. "Thank you, Luther."
He nodded then lay down on the floor, stretching his giant limbs gratefully, then rolled on to his side, propping his head up with his hand. "You were thrashin' about somthin' fierce there fer a while. Oi nearly woke you up, but you calmed down." He let out a bellowing yawn and laid his head down. "But, Oi'm going to get a few hours of shut eye, didn't sleep a wink last night." And with that he closed his eyes.
Nedral finished wiping her forehead off, setting the cloth on the night table, then swung her legs over the bed and stood up, stretching just as gratefully as Luther had done, her tail standing straight and stiff. She looked around the room and, eyeing her clothes, got fully dressed then headed downstairs to investigate the remnants of last nights chaos.
When she crested the pathway from the stairwell to the bar, Nedral surveyed the area keenly, at one point appearing as if she were staring off into space, thinking. Shamad and that horrid looking Lalafell that accompanied his doctor the previous night were at one table while one, she had never met, sat at the bar and had already began his trek into a inebriated stupor by drinking so early in the morning.
She had come down into the bar just in time to see the man mumble something then reach behind the bar and pour himself a glass of beer. Nedral eyed him a moment, then decided to follow suit. She moved quietly behind the bar, found a clean glass, filled it with water and took a large drink of it.
"Finally..." she said, leaning against the back wall of the bar.
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Tadir - 08-11-2010
Tadir glances over at the Miqo'te who had just poured herself a drink.
"A woman after my own heart." He smiles playfully at her and raises his glass, wincing as soon as he does. "This is what comes of drinking in a desert..." he mutters
He looks queerly at the Miqo'te, trying to place her from last night.
"I'm Tadir," he says with a little wave. "Not exactly in finest form right now, but what can I say? Last night got out of hand." He chuckles as softly as he can without his head exploding.
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Shamadconde - 08-11-2010
Serenla glanced at the other two patrons. She looked behind the bar and seeing no one, hopped behind the counter and cooked breakfast. The smell was offensive and cloying. She brought the two plates to the table and plopped one down in front of Shamad. He took one sniff and pushed it away. Serenla gave him an evil look. "It's good for you and will help you become strong again. If you don't start eating it, I will force feed you." She flexed an arm. "As you can see, I have the ability and the desire to do it." Shamad gave her face a long look and shoveled it in without tasting it. It was an ability that came in handy sometimes. Serenla chuckled and ate her food with gusto.
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Vareal - 08-12-2010
"I'm Tadir," he says with a little wave. "Not exactly in finest form right now, but what can I say? Last night got out of hand." He chuckles as softly as he can without his head exploding.
She raised en eye brow, studying the the man. She finished her glass, refilled it, then moved around to the other side of the bar, sitting on a stool with her back to the bar. She turned her head to Tadir. "I'm Nedral. You know the hangover is caused by dehydration, you should drink some water."
Nedral finished in time to see the the overly built female Lalafell hop the bar, cook something awful smelling, then brought it over to Shamad who fought her before eating.
"I feel worse for him now than I did when I first saw him." She mused, taking another drink of water.
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Tadir - 08-12-2010
Tadir almost retches at the smell of whatever the little woman was cooking. When she finally abandons her attempt at the culinary arts Tadir looks to Nedral.
"I've been told that. In the long run it tends to be true, but getting rid of a hangover drinking water takes hours. It only takes one beer." He chuckles softly. "So I drink water after the beer. Never heard of the saying the hair of the dog that bit ya?"
Tadir allows his chair to fall to all four feet and winces at the impact. "Anyway, I've found this to be the most effective method of dealing with the morning after. A beer and a nice piece of fish...all they seem to have here is eggs and meat. How do they survive without seafood?" he asks in a manor clearly indicating it's not a real question. Obviously no one could really survive in a land without sea food.
The man glances back over his shoulder at the little guys attempting to eat whatever it was the woman had been failing to cook. Glancing back at Nedral he says, "This beer is better than whatever they're having." He gestures with his head.
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Shamadconde - 08-12-2010
Serenla belched and grinned at Shamad. Shamad shrank back as far as he could. She unstrapped him and, in front of the Twelve and everybody, stood him up and took all his clothes except his undies. He gasped and attempted to cover himself. She laughed and pulled out a jar. She took out a big dollop of green goop and liberally rubbed it all over him. He gasped, giggled, and blushed as she spread the stuff. She redressed him and strapped a harness on him. She put a similar harness on herself and connected the two with a rope. She grinned at him. He wished she would stop that. "Here is how your therapy will be performed. I like to run therefore YOU like to run. We are going on a brisk jog around the oasis. You can either run or be dragged. Now lets go!" Shamad started to hyperventilate. "Don't I get a say?!" She shook her head and walked them out the door. He was proud he didn't start screaming until they had made it around the corner.
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Vareal - 08-12-2010
Nedral smiled a girlish grin and chuckled slightly as she watched Shamad be forcefully derobed, strapped into a harness and dragged outside.
She took another drink of her water and looked to Tadir. "Perhaps, maybe you should buy him one."
She ran her hand through her hair, turned around to face the bar, grabbing her tail and absently fraying the fur. With her other hand, she gently probed around her bruised nose, noting that the swelling was nearly gone but the bruise would remain for some days yet. She looked to Tadir. "So what's your story?"
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Tadir - 08-12-2010
"I don't envy him." he says, indicating Shamad with a chuckle.
Tadir tilts back in his chair again. "My story? It's pretty short. My editor sent me out here to get a story that no one wants to read. I've been wasting time trying to get it. I have a couple other articles for...Oh, I work for a newspaper." He gives a slight smirk. "I have a couple other articles for him, so I'll finally be getting out of this desert soon."
He stretches, but leans to far back in his chair. As it starts to tip backward he hooks one of his feet under the bar to catch himself. Pulling himself back to a safe, tilted back position Tadir takes another sip of his beer. He rubs idly at a spot of beer that had spilled on his shirt.
"And you? I can't help but notice your bruise there. Bit of a confrontation somewhere?"
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Vareal - 08-12-2010
Nedral finished her glass of water, setting it on the bar and ran her fingers over the rim and turned the glass back and forth, staring off into space remembering. The morning light spilling in through the windows reflected off the transparent surface of the glass, the refractions dancing across the wall behind the bar, others playing about on the bar surface.
"I had a run in with some slavers a few days ago out in the desert..." Her voice was somber and low but easy enough to hear in the silence of the empty bar. "They took something of mine and I reclaimed it." She continued to stare at the glass for a moment longer then set it flat on the bar and leaned back in her seat, turning her head to Tadir. She said darkly, "They won't be a problem to anyone any more." She moved her other hand from her tail to absently finger the pommel of her sword.
Re: Al'Mian Oasis, Part II (Request Invite) - Shamadconde - 08-12-2010
Serenla opened the door. Dangling from her huge fist was Shamad in his harness. She was harangueing him in her deep and disturbing voice. "That was pathetic! You didn't even make it half way around! You had better do a better job tomorrow or we'll move on to something more bone breaking." She plopped him into a chair. "I'm going to finish my run. You stay here and don't be hassling the wait staff." She ran out the door with a cackle. Shamad shuddered.