ROLEPLAY HQ - quest-for-the-gem

The long ride to this small elf town in the middle of the continent, but he heard rumors of the town paying for help finding a cure for a disease of some kind, paying good money for protection on their adventures. Anything of that sort of nature was calling his name. Unfortunately, the only thing that he had ran into in this town so far was a large bill at the local tavern for women and ale. Something of which he was always okay with partaking with, but he was growing increasingly tired of this town. Colt sighed into his ale, thoughts penetrating his mind of just leaving this town and heading for the nearest port and onto a ship. Surely he could find work guarding a ship from pirates or something to make it across the world again. He had been to all the continents of this world in his young age, but none for far long. Always using himself as a sell-sword in the world. He had been on plenty of adventures with plenty of people, all for a fair rate, however, one thing that he always grew tired of was sitting in one place for too long. This was the one time. As he sat on a barstool in front of an old wooden bar, he laid his ale down and looked around the room. The continent was mostly elven, but among the elves, there were humans scattered about, but both races tend to stare clear of the other. He smiled and looked to his right at the door to see a small elf walk into the tavern. She was gorgeous and someone he had yet to see in his time in the tavern. He was going to meet her, he had too. Something drew him to her. He watched her moves for a moment.

Faelyn dabbed a damp cloth across one of her elven brother's foreheads, his whimpers of pain and agony cutting through her chest like a blade. Recently, the village of elves had been plagued with a disease that corrupted their insides. It burned their veins and made them almost insane with agony and pain, until it eventually killed them entirely. The strange thing about this illness was that it only seemed to increase the more the elves used their magic. Though they were unsure if this was the cause of the illness or not, the elders of the village decided that all magic would be banned. Perhaps the elves had been cursed? Perhaps they had been punished for using their magic wrongly in a past life. No one was sure, and for that reason, they banned their magic. Faelyn, on the other hand, did not believe their magic was the cause. Plagues and illnesses happened, and magic was a blessing. She knew this, but no matter what she did, or who she spoke to, no one listened to her. She had been studying for months on a way to cure the illness that struck her village and her people, and only one thing seemed to come up. A gemstone, one rumored or told to be able to cure all illnesses, even death. But, no one seemed to believe it existed. It was just a fairytale, the elders would say... However, Faelyn knew that was not true. It couldn't be. As her brother thrashed and crashed on his bed, whimpering and crying out, Faelyn was pushed aside by several medics. With a sad frown, she stood and exited the room. A drink, that's what she needed right now. A fucking drink. Faelyn went to the tavern in town and walked inside. She approached the bar, noticing a male human beside her. Faelyn kept her head low. Humans and Elves had clearly stayed away from one another. The Elven elders had even suspected that the humans had set this illness upon them because they were afraid of them, but Faelyn still did not believe that. "Glass of wine, please." She called to the bartender.

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Colt nodded to the girl as she entered, but seemed to not get a response back from her, she was clearly worried about something or someone. Colt watched as she sat on the stool beside of him, looking over to the bartender, he stated, "Put it on my tab, barkeep," before turning back to the elven girl that had just sat down beside of him, "You seem worried or pained?" Colt did not care of the elven and human relations. He cared not for the racial battles being felt in the world. Each person, elf, humanoid, all of them had their own story, struggles, and triumphs. He would not judge. However, he knew that she may not respond in kind. He watched as the barkeep poured a small glass of red wine from a barrel near the bar, returning it to the elf. Colt sat patiently looking at the individual to see if she would even speak with him.

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Faelyn looked over at the human who spoke to her. His question seemed to sit with her, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched him. Was this all a trick? Why would he care if she was worried or pained? He was just a human. Why was he asking about her feelings? "I...I am feeling... something. Why?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. Faelyn reached over and grabbed the glass, pulling it close to her. She wasn't sure if she should be speaking to this man. He was a human, and she was an elf. Their kind typically never got along, and because of this, Faelyn was cautious. She had never met a kind human. Everywhere she had gone she had been met with abuse or harassment from the humans of each village she had visited when she tried to seek more answers on the gemstone, or any way to aid the elves that were struck with the illness.

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Colt smiled at her response, was she untrusting or one of the elves who didn't want to deal with humans. He was sure she had bad experiences with humans in the past, most elves had, just like most humans had bad experiences elves before. As he took a swig of the ale in front of him, he smiled, "Well, that is something, I guess," smirking as he finished, "It really looked like you had something on your mind, friend." He moved slightly closer to see if he could gauge her responses. His frame was wider than most, but a lot of came from his fighting training.