2017-08-24: First Meeting

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  • Log: 2017-08-24 First Meeting
  • Cast: Kate Starr, Morgan Newkirk
  • Where: Big Bridge
  • Date: 8/24/2017
  • Summary: After the shift west, Kate meets a new face.

<Pose Tracker> Kate Starr has posed.

As the war grows around the temple and people are unable to return home, the smaller cities on the road to November City began to see an influx of people from all kinds of places. The local businesses were enjoying the surge in customers but there were also those who hated seeing their small towns nearly overrun. Conflicts were erupting between different groups, even moreso than normal.

Even though most of the saloons were busy, there were a few here and there that managed to keep out the worst people by threats of brute force. Near the desert, there is one such place. Big, muscular guys seem to be guarding the outside, acting as bouncers of sorts to only let certain people in and keep things under control. While there is a lot of noise from inside, it's fairly normal for a bar of this type.

In the distance, the sound of hooves can be heard and as they grow louder, a gust of wind kicks up the dust. When it settles, a woman's silhouette appears. She stops her horse and skillfully jumps off, patting the horses mane briefly before glancing at the bouncers. Smiling, the woman flips a coin towards one of them. "Keep an eye on her okay? Wouldn't want anything to happen..." The bouncer smiles slightly and nods but remains silent.

The woman is dressed in a white blouse with a black belt cinched at the waist. Her jeans are dark and her flat shoes are black and non descript. Her wavy, dark brown hair is tied at the side. She has red lips and her eyes, though worn and tired, are a deep green.

When she walks through the doors to the bar, all eyes seem to focus on her and conversations quiet down. However, Kate seems unconcerned as she makes her way directly to the bar. As conversations gradually resume, Kate calls over the bartender. "Give me your strongest ale." Her eyes glance to either side before she lets out an audible sigh.

<Pose Tracker> Morgan Newkirk has posed.


Those guys outside do seem to be intimidating enough to keep most of the rif-raff out. But not all of it of course. The place isn't that busy, but the whispers of the toubles in the surrounding areas abound. Aveh's army and the Metal Demons. The sudden appearance of the Temple and the battles that circle round it.

"I heard thar was three battleships!"

"I heard there were a dozen! And hundreds of them Gears!"

"I heard those Demon fellers were big as Gears!"

"...naw, they ain't. Though they sure can tear them apart damn well."

That last comment comes from a man sitting just one stool over. Leaning against the bar, braced by one crooked arm on the smooth wooden surface. A beastman wearing the clothes of a Drifter. Sandy furred fox ears perking up, sandy furred fox tail tucked just a little bit under his chair. There is a smirk on his face as several people turn towards him and the badge of the Adventurer's Guild shines on the shoulder of his long coat.

"You sound like you were there, mister."

"Thats cause I was, and I can tell ya now. Them fellas from Aveh kicked a whole nest of scorpians." A shake of his head as he fox just grins ruefully.

Then a pause as he cuts a look to the lady that just came up to the bar. "The ale is weak as a rabbit," He says helpfully. "Try the whiskey."

<Pose Tracker> Kate Starr has posed.

As the conversations swirl around her, Kate picks up a few comments here and there. It is the first time she has really paid attention to what happened at the Temple. Of course, the rumours were circulating pretty regularly but separating fact from fiction was another matter altogether.

The last comment from right beside her catches her attention though and Kate raises an eye towards the beastman. There is a pause as she seems to have just really noticed him sitting there. His appearance was unusual, at least to her, but for now she doesn't say anything about it.

"Whiskey huh?" Kate smiles and as the bartender approaches again she nods towards him knowing that he heard their conversation. He steps away and Kate looks back to the stranger, "Thanks. Been riding awhile...needed a pick me up."

There is a pause as the woman seems to contemplate things. "So, you said you were at the battlefront?" She seems intrigued by this. "There are a lot of rumours going around. Perhaps you could tell me more?" Of course, Kate hadn't avoided things completely but neither had she been close enough to get involved in the war either. It was just luck that she ended up passing through before the temple had been converged upon.

<Pose Tracker> Morgan Newkirk has posed.


"Whiskey will usually do it," Morgan replies with a laugh. "Though too much of it and you'll end up who knows where in the morning." He adds with a grin as he motions for the bartender to bring him a second glass.

"Names Morgan, and yeah. I was there. I can fill in a few holes if you like. Though it was all more than a bit of a blur. Ain't much time for detail when everyone seems ta be tryin' ta kill ya." He adds with a smirk.

Though he really doesn't seem to be bothered by people trying to kill him. So thats something.

<Pose Tracker> Kate Starr has posed.

The bartender returns with Kate's glass and she takes a quick sip before laughing at Morgan. "Well... I am pretty sure I can handle it." She smiles at him and winks. "Wouldn't want to do anything I would regret now would I?"

Kate nods at his introduction. "They call me Kate. I was mostly wondering what happened inside the temple. The locals around here seem to talk about mysterious things happening inside but I mostly just attribute that to drunk mens tales." Shaking her head, Kate looks back down to her glass before taking another drink.

"It seems like it's forcing people to come this way now though. I don't think I have ever seen as many people as I did on way here." There is an almost undeniable hint of bitterness in her voice. Whether they had a choice or not didn't seem to matter to her.

"So, are you headed to November City too?" Kate had heard people on the road talking about heading there. Since she hadn't made it that far yet though, she wasn't sure what the appeal was. "I guess I will probably end up there myself soon enough..."

<Pose Tracker> Morgan Newkirk has posed.


"But Kate," Morgan says with a laugh in his voice. "Things ya regret make the best stories. Be a shame to miss out on a good story, doesn't it?" The fox's lighthearted reply comes with a wicked grin when he notes that wink of hers. A slight chuckle escapes him at her question though.

"Well. Ain't too happy with the sudden wave of people eh? I suppose I can understand. No one seems ta come out here ta be the social type." Amusement again threads though his words as his fingers wrap around the glass he has. "Lots goin on in the temple, but ain't sure how much anyone would believe. Would ya believe it was just bad luck that I got there when I did. Wasn't even intendin' ta go inside."

<Pose Tracker> Kate Starr has posed.

"I guess it depends on who gets the good ending doesn't it Morgan?" Kate seems amused at the thought.

From somewhere behind them, the conversation seems to have gotten heated and a chair loudly falls to the ground. In short order one of the so-called bouncers comes in. "Hey! Keep it civil in here or I'll make ya!" His voice carries across the saloon and Kate glances at him for a moment before he disappears behind the doors again.

Turning back to Morgan, Kate shakes her head. "I guess you could say that...although it's good for my business so I suppose it's not all bad." For now, she doesn't say anything about what kind of business it is.

"Well, why don't you tell me and I'll see how much I believe." Kate nods before taking a long drink of the whiskey. "I think you were right about this whiskey though. Much better than the other drinks I have had around here."

"Do you really think that it was bad luck though Morgan? I believe that things happen for a reason..." Of course, she can say that because she wasn't there herself. "Maybe it was your destiny to be there." Kate idly traces a pattern on the table with a finger as the bartender takes her empty glass.

<Pose Tracker> Morgan Newkirk has posed.


"Never been one to put much thought in destiny, but if thats true then damn. I must have done somethin' really bad in a past life." The fox replies with a laugh as he turns to look at the sudden argument. "...I'll give it ten minuite till a fight breaks out." He adds casually, again seemingly not all that worried about it.

Considering his right hand is encased in a metal gauntlet that looks like silver but moves like a second skin. He obviously has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Of course he's a fox. So thats a given.

"First off the Metal Demons are no lie or exaggeration. They are just as bad as they say, at least violent and powerful wise. At least most of em I've seen seem to be that way." He takes a sip of his whiskey as he smirks slightly. "And trust me, dalrin'. I have good taste when it comes to booze and other things."

Again that amused grins. "Like good endings."

A beatpause before he swiches gears. "Just what kind of business you in? I'm a merchant myself. When I'm not off galavantin' round for the guild."

<Pose Tracker> Kate Starr has posed.

Kate smiles at Morgans claims. "Well, you're still here though aren't you? I guess it couldn't have been all that bad." There is shrug given to his remarks about a fight breaking out. "It wouldn't surprise me if it did." As long as they didn't involve her, Kate couldn't care less if they wanted to kill each other.

"It's not surprising though that they're that powerful." She adds, in response to the Metal Demons. "I guess we'll have to be prepared is all." As she says this, Kate reaches out a hand towards the metal gauntlet. "Looks like you have your own ways of handling things though." Of course, Kate has her ways too although not all of them quite so obvious.

"You're a merchant huh?" She raises an eyebrow to him as the bartender brings her another glass and set it in front of her. "Well, I suppose you could call me a merchant too... of sorts." Kate glances down to the glass. "My business though is curing just about any ailment a person has...even poor lovesick men." She grins slightly.

"You should come see my show sometime...as long as you're willing to pay." Kate smiles. "Perhaps I could even tell you your fortune..."

<Pose Tracker> Morgan Newkirk has posed.


"Poor lovestruck men can have a lot of ailments to cure," Morgan agrees with a wry smirk as he shakes his head. "But if you have a show I admit you have me curious. Even if I don't quite believe in the whole fortune reading thing." A pause. "Sorry darlin, ya got a skeptic on yer hands. Hell it took me awhile to believe that the Guardians were real, and I know a lot of Baskar."

A smirk at that again before he wiggles his metalic fingers at her. "And this little thing? Just somethin' I picked up off some lizardmen that I didn't need anymore."

<Pose Tracker> Kate Starr has posed.

Kate's expression softens. "Sounds to me like you are speaking from experience Morgan..." There is a calculating look that comes across her face. "But I am sure you would enjoy it and I would enjoy the chance to make a believer out of you..."

Looking back down to his arm, Kate shrugs. "Well, it looks strong. We all have our tools right?" There is sparkle in her eye as she downs more of the whiskey.

The noise level in the bar starts to increase again and Kate sighs. "I think I better get moving though. Already spent too much time here as it is." She reaches for some coins to toss on the bar before standing up.

Before turning to leave, Kate smiles at the fox man. "Perhaps we will meet again sometime Morgan." As the woman turns, another chair falls and someone throws cards on the table as an argument begins. She doesn't seem fazed by it though as she makes her way outside.

To the bouncer outside, Kate winks. "Thanks for keeping an eye on her." She readies the saddle and there is a glimmer of silver and gold in a knife sheath on the side as she skillfully mounts up.

<Pose Tracker> Morgan Newkirk has posed.


"What about being lovestruck or havin' a lot of ailments?" Morgan asks with a wicked grin. "One of those is true, but you'll have to find out which for yourself." He adds with a wink towards her. "I promise to at least make it intrestin'."

Then the noise of the bar raises and the fox sighs. "...and just when the talk was gettin intrestin'." He mutters as he sets the drink down. "Well. I'll be seein' ya round, Kate." He adds as he stands up from his stool. "You can count on that much."

A flashed grin as he settles his coat around himself. "Take care of yourself. Its a nasty business out there."

Then she heads for the door, and Morgan finishes the rest of his drink as he watches her go. If she looks beyond the swinging door she might see a flash of blue-white light and a sudden chorus of gasps.

"Pardon me gentlemen," The foxes drawl is audible over the sudden silence. "Lets keep this game friendly like. Alright?"

Seems that the bouncers wern't the only ones the bartender hired.

The Guild takes many jobs.