The Blue Recluse (Open to All)

[Farothian]

(The following RP would take place after the Burning of Teldrassil)

(Description of Farothian )

It is late morning, Stormwind is bustling the sounds of people moving about and going about their lives fills the air. Its sunny, and there is a slight breeze. Farothian is sitting at a table alone outside of The Blue Recluse. There is also a stag laying next to the tree just off of the outside deck. The stag has earthy green fur with several swirl patterns of a cream color. There are a couple of singe marks in the fur. The smells of great food wafts from the doorway. It smells like different types of breakfast meats being cooked as well as different types of breads being baked. A young man drops off a plate full of muffins and biscuits with different types of jams and jellies as well as a glass and a bowl full of melon juice at Farothian's table. 

Farothian is dressed in a green robe made up of dyed leathers, cloth and furs.  A staff rests next to him, made of Oak and curled into a claw shape at its end. It is adorned with several metal rings and what look like metal leaves. In the middle of the claw there is an orb that shines brightly. 

"Thank you." Farothian says and smiles to the man. The waiter nods and walks back into the tavern. Farothian leans down and smells the fresh baked goods he turns to Alassien, the stag and smiles. He gets up and sets the bowl of melon juice down next to the stag as well as a couple of plain biscuits. "Eat up, you need your strength. Alassien whines and begins to slowly smell the biscuits and then begins to start eating them.

Farothian sits back down into his chair he winces when he rests his back against the chair and looks back to his plate. He grabs a knife and begins to spread jelly on one of his biscuits 

It was too early to be roaming Stormwind. At least, for the reason he had to be in the human capital. In fact, the Druid wasn't a fan of the city at all. Everyone looked at him as though he were an anomaly, despite the other of his kin crowding the streets. Though the sheer height of the Kaldorei was enough to draw glances and stares from the general populace, even from some of the refugees.

He moved through the streets aimlessly, yet perceptive. Those faintly glowing eyes of the Druid combed over individuals that he passed with a scrutinizing gaze. He found himself climbing the curved hill that lead to the base of the tower in the Mage Quarters. It was then that he realized he had not eat, as the morning aroma of fresh food caught and rode the morning breeze. Lazre had paused, just long enough for his stomach to roll out a low grumble. Nearby a young Kaldorei refugee giggled and was met with an unamused stare.

"Well, I may as well eat." His voice was low, speaking mostly to himself. Once again, the Druid moved forward, his direction set for the Blue Recluse. Since the weather was nice, he took up one of the tables outside, passing a curious glance to the nearby stag. Truthfully, he looked rather silly in the human made chairs and was painfully self aware of that fact. Soon one of the wait staff approached, took his order and vanished inside. It didn't take them long to bring out a heart breakfast of eggs and meat. As he ate, his eyes fell on the Kaldorei a table over, eyeing the baked goods he was eating, "Would you not rather have eggs and meat?" His voice called out curious, friendly.

[Farothian]

Farothian finished chewing the biscuit he had just shoved into his mouth. He washed It down with some of the melon juice. He smiles amused by the young refugee's giggle at the much larger Kaldorei that sat at that table near his. Alassien sniffed the air for a moment and stared at the newcomer but then went back to eating his meal.

Once Farothian washed down the bits of baked goods down his throat he answered. "I try to make sure we eat the same things when we are together." Farothian looks down at the Stag. "Alassien does not eat meat, he prefers fruit, breads or cheeses. I don't know, I guess I just don't feel like I want to eat meat at the moment."

He chuckles. Watching the young refugee walk away. "Its good you know, to see the young walking around like that." Farothian looked down for a moment and then back to the Kaldorei. "Not all of us have the resilience to bounce back as that child has."

His eyes narrowed on the Kaldorei before him, "We should all have the resilience to leap back. Teeth, nails, blood and spit." The massive Druid paused, setting down the chunk of meat that he was about to take between his teeth and huffed in irritation, "Yes, we are displaced. For many of us, our home has been destroyed - this I understand. But to sit idle, to weep and moan, I do not. We should be fighting, everyone of us who can muster the strength." A scowl washed over his features then.

He resumed eating then, snapping into a sausage with a bit more vigor than necessary. His gaze turned to the girl who had giggled at him, "You, come here." He beckoned her forward to stand before him.

She hesitated, looking to another Kaldorei, perhaps her mother and silently asked for permission. The female gave a solemn nod, her gaze lingering on Lazre with a look of trepidation. The girl's ears drooped, but moved forward to the table.

"You come as well - all of you, come sit." His words came out as more of an order than request. The four remaining Kaldorei followed suit and placed themselves around the table. When the barwench reached the table, his hand lifted to make a gesture around the table, "Order what you like." His lips were not smiling, but twisted into that lasting scowl, "Today I will feed you, and I will provide you with coin. However, if you can fight - I implore you to do so, if you lack the training? Seek it."

His gaze turned to the male at the adjacent table, "You as well - do not linger. We do not need pity, we need action."

*Walking into the tavern in a slow steady pace, Stops and leans against the table that is near the entrance of the building, looking around he spies Lazre. A small grin crests on his stern face, not moving but taking in his surrounding he motions the bar wench over and places an order*

Ale and quickly

*Smacks her on the ass as she begins to walk off*


Now that is a nice backside


*Shakes his head a bit, waits for his drink, after a few moments takes the mug from the bar wench smiles at her one last time. Spins on his heels and makes his way outside the Tavern* 

[Farothian]

Farothian smiled as he took a drink of his melon juice. He set the glass down then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I plan to linger only as long as necessary. You want them to fight, but where and for what cause?” Farothian gestures to the Kaldorei around the table. “Let them gain their strength, try to carve out some life from the ashes..but not all Kaldorei are built for war. We need to maintain who we are..I would gladly take up arms if it meant they didn’t have to, if that isn’t their path.”

Farothian tosses a biscuit to Alassien the stag smells it then starts to eat it. The stag looks up as the large human male goes into the tavern, then returns outside.

*Looks around the what you could call courtyard, then up onto the Tower that dwarfs all other building within eyesight, Smirks a bit, Takes a long pull on the mug of ale he holds in the clutches of his hand*

[Shari'Adune Forestsong]

Shari looked haggard, dark circles adorned her eyes which looked red from crying. Her simple Darnassian cloth robe was wrinkled and covered in a great number of stains from who knows what.

With heavy, yet determined steps she was approaching the Recluse, obviously trying not to fall asleep with each step she took.

In her hand she carried a large, empty woolen sack.

When she finally reached the recluse she stopped with her head tilted to the side regarding the stag laying by the elf, a tender smile touching her features as she approached. "He is lovely," she said to Faro, nodding to the stag, "He looks very content here with you."

"Where and for what cause?" The Druid looked astonished, as thought that wasn't obvious, "When war is at your doorstep - or worse, in your home then there is no choice but to fight. We are losing Kalimdor." His eyes narrowed dangerously on Farothian, " We prevailed against the Burning Legion, against the Qiraji. We combat corruption seeping into this world. We have known nothing but war for nearly three decades. All who can lift their fist in retribution are cut out for war. We should not resign to loss."

When Grim'un walked past, his eyes followed him, but only offered a brief nod. Then Shari'Adune showed up looking particularly ragged. Lazre stood up from his seat with the other Kaldorei and moved over towards her, "Shari'Adune, you look awful, what has happened?" His lips twisted down into a frustrated frown, more at the nearby Hunter than the Druidess before, but nevertheless prevalent.

[Farothian]

"All who can lift their fist in retribution are cut out for war? But which war?" Farothian said somewhat disgustedly. "The one that all of the Alliance ships rushed off to, when they abandoned us?" Farothian looks up to the human and shakes his head, then back to the Druid. "You think me some kind of pacifist, while the truth is much different. We need to fight back against the Horde, the Forsaken must pay for what they have done.. but we must not lose ourselves in the conflict. We have already lost too much already. We must focus on protecting our people first, and when the time comes we can take the fight back."

Farothian looks at the female as she approaches "Thank you, and he is family." He looks over her stained robes and the empty sack. "Were you robbed?.. I have seen plenty of shady characters poking about this morning."

[Shari'Adune Forestsong]

She had not yet noticed Grimun, focus mostly on the stag. The din of war talk was muffled to her ears, something she could not bare to stomach at the current time.

Laz spoke first, making her look up to him with a weary smile of acknowledgement. It was worrying to her to see the knot of frown in his brow, she was wondering what had caused it when Faro spoke making her raise her sack to regard it as if for the first time. A soft laugh parted her lips as she shook her head.

"Oh, no... nothing so horrible. I have come here to pick up goods that are past sale for the refugees. I wanted to do what I can to help bolster spirits, and I could not hope to keep up with all the mouths myself through my own cooking.. So through the taverns and bars in the city, I hope to put a small dent in my task."

[Farothian]

Alassien's ears perk up at all of the people suddenly conversing with our around his companion. The stag lets out a quiet whine and then snorts. Farothian hangs his hand down from the side of the table so the stag can see. Faro, makes a signal with an open hand. Allassien snorts again, this time a bit more loudly.

Farothian smiles down at the stag. "I am not worked up, you are worked up. No one here means any harm." Farothian turns back to the group assembled outside the tavern. "That's very kind of you." He says to Shari'Adune.

He had lost his patience for Farothian at this point, with his back to the hunter, he exhaled slowly, "Here - use this and buy what you can, Shari'Adune.." The Druid plucked a coin purse from his hip and offered it out to her, "Of course, it won't fix the problem, but it should feed a good many mouths."

Lazre turned his gaze to stag for just a moment, and shook his head slightly.

[Shari'Adune Forestsong]

She found Faro's interaction with the stag interesting, if not curious.

When Faro spoke up to her she hugged the sack to her chest and offered a thankful bow, "Thank you Sir, we should all try to do what we can hmn?"

Moving closer to Laz she accepted the coin with wide eyes and a pleased smile, "You are so generous Sir, thank you! This should help indeed!" her eyes fell back to her sack, holding it out, mutely wondering if it would be large enough now.

Tilting her head at Faro she smiled, "You both were not in Teldrassil... when... when things happened, were you?"

*As he leaned against the opening of the recluse looking around he notices a few familiar figures just a little bit a way from the entrance, he smiles as he slowly begins his approach to the three that stand there*

ISHNU 'ALAH

*He stops a few yards from the others and offers a salute to Shari and Laz*

[Farothian]

Farothian stirred in his seat a bit, he nods returning the greeting to the human as he approaches the tree. He then turns to Shari'adune finally answering her question. "Yes we were there. I was taking leave of my duties and visiting family and friends when it happened. Alassien and I were trying to assist in evacuating the area around the enclave. There was so much fire."


Farothian looked over to the stag, checking on him a moment. "The smoke was too much. I passed out. I woke up here in Stormwind, Alassien was sleeping nearby. so here we are."