Sun Baked Redemption [Drow OC x Elf OC]
Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2021 4:40 am
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Olo went into his cage and half-heartedly sorted through the blankets to find out which ones needed washing and which ones were alright. This only took a minute or two, and he pushed the soiled ones to the cage-door and out into the room proper.
Then, that out of the way, he flopped back onto his significantly smaller piled and draped his hand over his face carefully, stretching out the hardly stitched together skin over his ribs to test out how far along he was in healing after the magic of yesterday evening. The quick twinge told him that it wasn't as far as he would have liked. He sighed, and drifted off into a trance to just relax in until the elf came back.
When he was finally stirred by the elf's footsteps he shook off the meditative haze and pulled himself back into standing, head swimming just slightly. There wasn't any blood on the clean bedding. A good sign. He slouched his way into the kitchen with dragging feet, following the sounds of cooking. "I wish to train again." He said without pre-amble.
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He felt productive at the very least, but today was so much more than that. They had really made breakthroughs with his village as well as with his housemate. Though there was still an issue with trust, the line between prisoner and roommate was now very burred. He should probably sell the cage once Olo was settled into his new room. He smiled at that thought, shaking his head just a bit to focus on his cooking. He had wanted to celebrate at least a little so while out there, he's looked to see what the freshest 'bird' available was. In the end, he came home with three grouse and was in the process of preparing one for each of them.
He saw the drow enter the kitchen out of the corner of his eye and spared him a smile as he worked. His lips had parted to utter a greeting and to see how he was feeling, but the words died on his tongue before he uttered a sound. "Train?" He echoed, guilt already eating at him. They had made so much progress, but arming the drow and allowing him to sharpen his somewhat dulled skills were a different matter entirely. The others had barely agreed to allow him to move through the town with an escort, but this...
The tip of his tongue peeked out to moisten his lips. He was taking too long to answer and he knew it. "The village won't like that, but..." He took a deep breath and allowed it to huff out of him. He didn't want to deny him this. They had, for some reason, gotten the attention of orcs and while they were fought off, there was no reason to think that they wouldn't stage another attack in the future. They weren't exactly known for giving up easily. "I won't deny you what you wish, but please understand we have to do this carefully. I'll speak with the village elder and if I can convince him you wish to aid me in hunting, then we'll arrange outings with the night guard. What sort of weapons would you like to focus on?"
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Olo wasn't quite sure how much weapon vocabulary the elf had amassed. It made him hesitate, leaning his arm against the archway that lead into the kitchen for support. He at least wasn't dizzy any longer, but it did feel good to lean rather than stand. The elf's own hesitation didn't bode well and his ears flicked back with the light irritation of it. What more could these elves want? He thought, almost disgusted with the lack of appreciation. Then again... Drein appreciated his efforts, and saw that he no longer had the intention to kill anyone. Not anyone. Most anyone. He wouldn't hesitate to kill if attacked, but he wasn't going to attack. Yes, that felt right.
"I wield a..." There was a specific Drow word for the blade that he used, but he very much doubted the elf would know it, "It's a spear, with a curved blade on one end. Halfway down the blade, it is rough, for tearing." He described. It was the best he could do, "About..." He held up a hand slightly taller than his own head, "This tall. Shorter than a spear." Then he shrugged, only wincing a little as it tugged his wound, "Or swords. Or spears. Or crossbows. I can do all."
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His eyes followed the other's hand as he demonstrated the height of the weapon and described it. It sounded like some sort of polearm. If he had to guess it sounded like a particularly vicious glaive. That was a weapon clearly meant for combat and not for hunting. He knew he would be pushing his luck with allowing him to be armed and sharpening his skills again, but a weapon like that? He seriously doubted he could get permission for something like that and it would surely be noticed if he purchased a weapon for himself that was so different than when he was known to use.
"Right... I think we can probably manage to get you a spear of some kind. You can come with me and pick one you like, but remember that you need to pick something that can be used for hunting. I don't think we can get you a weapon clearly used for fighting." He turned his attention back to the bird he was preparing. "I'm sure I can convince them that you will be helping by finishing the kill after I have shot it down. Once you're armed, I can help you train out in the forest after a hunt. We can sell what we do not need." He had been doing most of his hunting in the early morning and selling his catch in the afternoon, but evening hunts weren't new to him. He hadn't gone on any recently as he wanted to make sure he was home for when the drow was awake, but if they went together then he could simply switch to those and sell in the morning like he used to.
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Olo pushed back the frustration that threatened to show on his face. He slowly nodded instead. "That is acceptable." He said, and pushed himself off the door frame and into the kitchen, sitting down in the spot he now considered his. There was a little voice in the back of his mind that reprimanded how comfortable he was with the elf, but it was almost too small for him to even hear. He knew that in death he would pay for this weakness, but there was some assurance that that might not be for a very long time, and that was thanks to this elf.
"How many dead?" He ventured after a moment of silence. He had seen some elves fall, but not many that he remembered. Then again, he was quite distracted at the time. He thought he had a good idea about how many elves lived in the little settlement, and from the numbers of the dead and wounded, he could see how well-prepared they were for another attack.
Olo went into his cage and half-heartedly sorted through the blankets to find out which ones needed washing and which ones were alright. This only took a minute or two, and he pushed the soiled ones to the cage-door and out into the room proper.
Then, that out of the way, he flopped back onto his significantly smaller piled and draped his hand over his face carefully, stretching out the hardly stitched together skin over his ribs to test out how far along he was in healing after the magic of yesterday evening. The quick twinge told him that it wasn't as far as he would have liked. He sighed, and drifted off into a trance to just relax in until the elf came back.
When he was finally stirred by the elf's footsteps he shook off the meditative haze and pulled himself back into standing, head swimming just slightly. There wasn't any blood on the clean bedding. A good sign. He slouched his way into the kitchen with dragging feet, following the sounds of cooking. "I wish to train again." He said without pre-amble.
-----
He felt productive at the very least, but today was so much more than that. They had really made breakthroughs with his village as well as with his housemate. Though there was still an issue with trust, the line between prisoner and roommate was now very burred. He should probably sell the cage once Olo was settled into his new room. He smiled at that thought, shaking his head just a bit to focus on his cooking. He had wanted to celebrate at least a little so while out there, he's looked to see what the freshest 'bird' available was. In the end, he came home with three grouse and was in the process of preparing one for each of them.
He saw the drow enter the kitchen out of the corner of his eye and spared him a smile as he worked. His lips had parted to utter a greeting and to see how he was feeling, but the words died on his tongue before he uttered a sound. "Train?" He echoed, guilt already eating at him. They had made so much progress, but arming the drow and allowing him to sharpen his somewhat dulled skills were a different matter entirely. The others had barely agreed to allow him to move through the town with an escort, but this...
The tip of his tongue peeked out to moisten his lips. He was taking too long to answer and he knew it. "The village won't like that, but..." He took a deep breath and allowed it to huff out of him. He didn't want to deny him this. They had, for some reason, gotten the attention of orcs and while they were fought off, there was no reason to think that they wouldn't stage another attack in the future. They weren't exactly known for giving up easily. "I won't deny you what you wish, but please understand we have to do this carefully. I'll speak with the village elder and if I can convince him you wish to aid me in hunting, then we'll arrange outings with the night guard. What sort of weapons would you like to focus on?"
-----
Olo wasn't quite sure how much weapon vocabulary the elf had amassed. It made him hesitate, leaning his arm against the archway that lead into the kitchen for support. He at least wasn't dizzy any longer, but it did feel good to lean rather than stand. The elf's own hesitation didn't bode well and his ears flicked back with the light irritation of it. What more could these elves want? He thought, almost disgusted with the lack of appreciation. Then again... Drein appreciated his efforts, and saw that he no longer had the intention to kill anyone. Not anyone. Most anyone. He wouldn't hesitate to kill if attacked, but he wasn't going to attack. Yes, that felt right.
"I wield a..." There was a specific Drow word for the blade that he used, but he very much doubted the elf would know it, "It's a spear, with a curved blade on one end. Halfway down the blade, it is rough, for tearing." He described. It was the best he could do, "About..." He held up a hand slightly taller than his own head, "This tall. Shorter than a spear." Then he shrugged, only wincing a little as it tugged his wound, "Or swords. Or spears. Or crossbows. I can do all."
-----
His eyes followed the other's hand as he demonstrated the height of the weapon and described it. It sounded like some sort of polearm. If he had to guess it sounded like a particularly vicious glaive. That was a weapon clearly meant for combat and not for hunting. He knew he would be pushing his luck with allowing him to be armed and sharpening his skills again, but a weapon like that? He seriously doubted he could get permission for something like that and it would surely be noticed if he purchased a weapon for himself that was so different than when he was known to use.
"Right... I think we can probably manage to get you a spear of some kind. You can come with me and pick one you like, but remember that you need to pick something that can be used for hunting. I don't think we can get you a weapon clearly used for fighting." He turned his attention back to the bird he was preparing. "I'm sure I can convince them that you will be helping by finishing the kill after I have shot it down. Once you're armed, I can help you train out in the forest after a hunt. We can sell what we do not need." He had been doing most of his hunting in the early morning and selling his catch in the afternoon, but evening hunts weren't new to him. He hadn't gone on any recently as he wanted to make sure he was home for when the drow was awake, but if they went together then he could simply switch to those and sell in the morning like he used to.
-----
Olo pushed back the frustration that threatened to show on his face. He slowly nodded instead. "That is acceptable." He said, and pushed himself off the door frame and into the kitchen, sitting down in the spot he now considered his. There was a little voice in the back of his mind that reprimanded how comfortable he was with the elf, but it was almost too small for him to even hear. He knew that in death he would pay for this weakness, but there was some assurance that that might not be for a very long time, and that was thanks to this elf.
"How many dead?" He ventured after a moment of silence. He had seen some elves fall, but not many that he remembered. Then again, he was quite distracted at the time. He thought he had a good idea about how many elves lived in the little settlement, and from the numbers of the dead and wounded, he could see how well-prepared they were for another attack.