The Markets

[LUCY BISHOP]

Grinning up at the giant, Lucy called back
“ No, I haven’t forgotten your name just yet Thorkich!”
Her face scrunched as if she had just bitten into a lemon at the sound of the Prince and his apparent closeness. She was hoping to never run into that tightwad ever again, apparently she needed some stronger charms for luck because her current ones weren’t doing their job.
I was waiting patiently for him when these fools came and roused me from my slumber. Now, they pay for it."
“Well if they were daft enough to wake a sleeping giant, then they deserve their fate.”
Lucy thought all creatures of the mythical realm knew to let sleeping giants (and dragons etc) lie. If awoken suddenly, they were prone to anger, as was evidenced by Thorkich now. Apparently these fools only shared a few brain cells between the group of them.
"Mayhaps I should let this one go? His broken ribs should suffice for punishment."

“Nah, he can wait a bit longer...” she laughed with a smirk, shrugging her shoulders at the forlorn look the Troll gave her.
She laughed out loud at Thorkich’s comments about her looks,
“Not today dear Thorkich, today I’m here to resupply. Preying on giants is on Tuesdays.” She ended with a wink as she strolled over.

She turned to Kahndra after Thorkich's question,
"Yes, what is a Karesh doing here of all places? And who might your friend be, Kahndra?" Lucy peered around the taaaallll feline woman, to the elegantly dressed elf at her side.

[kahndranegahl]

With the crowd begining to disperse, due to the threat of becoming 'prey' by the large feline woman as well as the excitement now disolving quickly, Kahndra relaxed her hackles so to speak, and closed her Had'jik blades with barely a whisper. With a gesture to the Princess, she strode forward towards the pair, her stride emphasising the awkward looking gate of the digitagrade legs. It wasn't intentional, it was just how Kahndra was built.

Once she got a good look at the troll now squirming under Thorkich's backside, she chuckled and tapped the ugly looking being on the nose before addresssing the two from the mountains.

"Why am I here? I live here. This is my home for now, until I find someplace better. I also work here, for food, supplies for crafting as well as various other services I provide."

At this, she shrugged, crouching down beside the nearly flattened troll, and spoke with it in it's language, her throat turning slightly raw in the process. After a few rounds of the conversation, she stood up again to address Thorkich.

"This one woke you because you were sleeping upon it's product. He is a grain seller, and you had made his sacks of grain your temporary bed. He mearly wanted you to move. Although, its difficult to understand him when he's being squished."

She gave out a wink to the massive man, smiling to show that she was joking then turned to face the diminutive Lucy, having to crouch down once more to get face to face with the young witch.

"Miss Lucy, it was not deer blood, it was Elk. Its tastier than Deer too. As for my friend, I will leave it to her to discuss if she wishes."

[NUALA]

Appalled by such a display of brutishness, the princess averted her eyes from the scene. “You suggest that you have no intelligence, son of Askeladd, yet your capability to speak discredits you.” Eyes returning to the giant, wincing to the beat of the bone grinding Nuala continued on. “Does one not learn the art of speaking by studying? As you would learn to run by running? In the same way one would learn to love by loving?” Not waiting for the giant to respond she concluded her interrogation: “By studying does one not learn to be intelligent? If you had any brains at all you'd be dangerous.”

"While this woman is in the markets, she is under my protection. You may elude the royal guard if you harm her, but you will not elude me. And I like my prey screaming."

Shaking her head in disappointment, the princess held up her hand to silence the masses. “Let us end this show of aggression here. Release the survivors or you will come to regret it. You will find I can be far more menacing than my brother.”

"Hello again Thorkich. I wasn't expecting you here, settling in okay are we?"

Inhaling slowly, Nuala concealed her surprise. This was the giant Thorkich, and the karesh seemed to know him... No doubt this had something to do with:

“Giant!? What are you doing here? Not accompanying that jerk Prince, I hope?... And look! Deer Blood is here too!"

“Hold your tongue while you stand in his court, please.” Nuala warned hotly. While she did not always agree with her brother, it was undiplomatic to speak so foul of one who was not present to defend themselves, though her blood hardly needed defending.

"You're not goin anywhere, not until I let you. So just shut up and be a good seat.”

“Release him. Now.” Nuala ordered. “Times are troubling enough as it is, we do not need your havoc playing at what is left of our peace beneath the city. This is an order, should you disobey it, I will act accordingly.” Nuala had been used to this sort of behavior from riff raff that ventured the streets during the dark hours, though had never handled this sort of mayhem on her own before. "I do not care about the deer or elk blood, but no more shall be spilled here on this night, do I make myself clear?"

[THORKICH BJORNER]

Thorkich roared with laughter, holding his sides as his large frame shook with joy. He actually fell backwards off of the troll, who consequently slowly picked himself up, and limped away into the market, nursing his ribs.

"You really are a hopeless one, aren't you Princess?" he let out as his laughter slowly subsided. "Do you know of that trolls doing? Do you? If you had, then you wouldn't have 'ordered' me to do anything." He said as he sat up, leaning back against his hands.

"He has been a tyrant of the Market for almost a whole month now. I was ASKED to come back and clear him out. Now what do you say to that, missy?" his brow raising in accusation. "Besides, I only ate one of them." he added, like it was nothing.

"Besides, you apparently don't know of Giant law. I don't answer to you, or any other elf. I follow the Pact, so end the commanding tone, before I commit an international incident." he leaned forward, close to the elf's face, letting out a gust of air from his nose, sending her hair into disarray.

[NUADA SILVERLANCE]

Watching, amused, from a nearby ledge, the prince had settled himself nicely in the window of the pub & inn, the Leaky Dinghy. Chuckling quietly to himself, he watched as his harmonious sister exerted herself in a losing attempt to reason with a giant. Thorkich, of all of them. Thorkich, who was alleged to be among the more stubborn of their kind. With the half elf all ready asleep, the prince of course had all ready had a bite for supper, and had been awaiting such company. Hopping off of the ledge, he walked across the busied market path, and stood alongside his sister, smirk playing the corner of his lips.

“You suggest that you have no intelligence, son of Askeladd, yet your capability to speak discredits you... If you had any brains at all you'd be dangerous.”

Smirking wider as the giant blew into his sisters face, sending her hair awry, Nuada approached swiftly. “Bravo. Well spoken. Just like our father. Though, you should listen to the wiser men in the family... Or you could always join me in exile...” He taunted, his eyes playing with his sisters. It was most certainly his sister. His appraising glances wandered over her curves, to her royal birthright, and finally rested on her similar golden eyes. The gold eyes he had spent so many years staring into, long ago when they remained inseparable. “You've hardly changed.” He mused, gently moving her hand beneath his to leave a feather of a kiss upon it.

“And you...” He stated directing his attention to the giant, chuckling. “Thorkich. I request you destroy that vermin next time it crosses your path. Havoc is as havoc does, sister. The giant is right. You shouldn't be so quick to claim innocence for the guilty.” Nuada stated. While he respected Nuala's judgement, it was often ill placed. Women should never be the ones in charge of mediating, though Nuala had the mind for it. “Treat her with respect. If you lay a finger on her, you will endure my wrath.” He warned.

[THORKICH BJORNER]

He stroked his chin thoughtfully, "So what your saying is... I'm actually quite dangerous?? I suppose I should take that as a compliment." he said with a smug smirk down at her. Then her brother came.

He began laughing even more, falling back onto the ground, rolling onto his side. "HaHA! Oh ... oh my... you lot amuse me. You can threaten all you want, Prince, but I know the story. If I wished you to end, I could simply crush her. And vice versa. So don't be high and mighty with me." He smirked as he sat back up, looking down at the elf in open defiance.

But then he just smiled widely and clapped the elf on the back heartily. "Don't worry, I will not touch your precious sister. I swear upon my strength." he added a nod at the end. "I have no need to. So you can stop it right there." he grumbled, slightly annoyed with all the orders.

He steadily rose to his feet, looking down at the banished elf. "So, now that you are here, what do you propose we do?" he asked curiously.

[LUCY BISHOP]

Rolling her eyes at Kahndra’s correction of the exact type of blood in which she had previously been covered in was ridiculous. Maybe Karesh didn’t understand sarcasm? It could have been been kitty-cat’s own blood for all Lucy cared, it was the fact that she was covered in it that was the joke.
Apparently being an elf meant that you were judgy mcjudgersons. First the Prince, convinced she was the scum of the earth, and barely listening to reason around him, and now this high-and-mighty and apparent fan of the Prince. Lucy scowled at the female elf.
“Hold your tongue while you stand in his court, please.” Nuala warned hotly. While she did not always agree with her brother, it was undiplomatic to speak so foul of one who was not present to defend themselves, though her blood hardly needed defending.

“I will give no respect to a Prince who gives me none in return.” She all but growled at the elf in return. Were there no elves anywhere that held even the smallest of common decencies towards humans? Lucy wasn’t even a human, she lost that title when she was born with magic coursing through her veins just as easily as blood. Lucy held no love for most humans but that didn’t mean she thought that an entire race should be destroyed and the fact that she looked outwardly human was enough to raise the hackles of some Prince who seemed hell-bent on genocide was more than a little annoying.

Quite amused, she watched as Thorkich responded to the....Princess. Well her loyalty to the Prince made more sense now. Though hadn’t the Prince killed their father in order to claim the throne? Who still loved their sibling and seemed to blindly follow them after something as horrible as that? Apparently elven families were far more screwed up than Lucy would have originally guessed. Was there a Maury or Jerry Springer for elves? Because this family sure did qualify.

The Princess apparently did not often frequent the Markets, even Lucy knew about this troll causing havoc. She spoke haughtily but naively, it would seem, for as loudly as she protested Thorkich’s behavior she didn't seem to know very much about how the real world, and its creatures, actually worked and behaved.

While she was quite entertained by Thorkich’s blowing Nuala’s hair into a rat’s nest, that good mood quickly faded upon the appearance of the dear brother of the Princess. Her lip curled at his creepy....greeting. Did brothers and sisters usually greet one another like with so much chivalry and gallantry? Because if so, Lucy was glad she was an only child.
Lucy was curious, however, about what the giant and the Prince were doing here in the Markets, and it was for that reason that she slipped her hands into her pockets and waited to her what the Prince’s response to Thorkich would be and not immediately leave the presence of the most annoying person she'd ever met.

[NUALA]

[/i] Nuala's gaze softened on the woman.

“Nuada... My brother, only seeks to do what he believes is right. I would hope your view of the rest of my people and myself are not prejudiced because of the actions of my brother. He is a bit... Difficult.” She stated quietly. A loud laugh broke the short silence.

The princess stared at the giant, unamused, as his bellowing laughter echoed throughout the troll market. She listened diplomatically as the giant questioned her judgement. “It is not our place to judge him.” She stated with a level head. “I do not know of this trolls doings, sir.” She admitted gently. “I do know that he is entitled to a proper hearing before an unnecessary execution.” Her gold eyes examined the giant, taking in his appearance to remember him later, though he would prove fairly hard to forget. She measured the truth of the giants words, wondering who would have called upon a giant to handle the affairs of the troll market. She could think of no one, Nuada perhaps had changed over the years, but he had not returned... Not until today, she had felt his presence. The giant proceeded to inform her of the law he practiced, the Giants Pact. She stared at him in response. “With all do respect, son of Askellad, while you are in this market your pact does not exist. This area of jurisdiction falls to my father, King Balor's court. You suggest that you have no intelligence, son of Askeladd, yet your capability to speak discredits you... If you had any brains at all you'd be dangerous.”” Just then, her hair was sent awry through the giants huff, perhaps a bit foolish, questionably a bit naive, the princess did not fear this man, even if his actions proved to be quite barbaric. She supposed that sort of behavior was to be expected from a giant.

”So what you're saying is... I'm actually quite dangerous? I suppose I should take that as a compliment.”

Her heart stopped when a cold calculating voice emerged unexpectedly. A voice that was alien, yet very familiar. The voice of her brother. His hand moved to lift hers to his mouth, an old tradition that the elves did not use. Her brother was raising mischief. For a moment their gold eyes met, turning to face away, Nuala had not expected to be the hunted while she was hunting. She remained silent, with Nuada present her words now meant nothing, in elvish culture women still held less voice than a man. Even in exile, his words would hold more power over their people than hers. Surprised by the exiles sudden appearance, Nuala had missed half of what Nuada had said. His lips moved, but her mind had been shocked. You will endure my wrath. Were the only words she had heard. Taking a quick step toward her brother Nuala shook her head, prepared to object to any 'wrath' Nuada desired to give.

The giant burst into another hearty laugh, to Nuala's horror. Nuada had never reacted well to being ignored or ridiculed, did this giant fail to recognize how dangerous Nuada might be? Her gold eyes attempted to meet with the giants, serving as a silent plea not to add insult to injury. It had been years since she last saw her brother, she had a suspicion as to why he had returned. To fulfill his promise, and challenge the humans. She took a step back when the giant mentioned crushing her, bumping into the witch nearby. “I apologize.” She stated quietly. If the market had ever felt like a circus, today was that day.[/ul]
OOC: This time I'm a bit rusty, let me know if theres anything that needs changed.[/size]

[THE STAFF]

Closed due to completion.
Closed on: 2011 June 20 by The Staff