Post by Lord Ilpalazzo on Apr 5, 2006 19:46:29 GMT
There was a loud thud and Kal'kesh awoke. The thump wasn't what caused him to wake; if you were drunk enough to pass out whilst half the Inn is singing "tell me of Sir Charley" at the top of their voices you stay out when someone slams a tankard down. It was the odour of the tankard's owner that awoke him, invading his unconscious and intoxicated mind and jerking him, by his nostrils, into the light of day and almost into soberity its self.
Kal'kesh didn't have to open his eyes to know who his companion was. "Hello, Kra" he said without raising his head "'Lo Kal." croaked the old toad-like man "I got info.". Kal'kesh stirred, sat up, gestured for another round and looked at his friend. This was not something you usually did voluntarily, but Kal'kesh was used to the sight that assailed his eyes. At 7', Kra tended to dominate your view, which meant there was a lot of visual unpleasantness to go around. He was bloated, with sickly green flaky dry flesh, covered in short, wiry brown hair and an incredible selection of boils, warts and spots. This wouldn't be so bad is he didn't refuse to were a top, claiming he could never find anything nice in his size. Whilst his size was unusual, Kal'kesh had suggested often that his friend wore a blanket or something, but nothing came of it. However unpleasant Kra's stench and hideous fat may be, his worst feature was easily his face. It was bad enough before, with a long, lumpy nose protruding from the rough center, and beady, mismatched eyes glaring from under a monstrously think mono-brow. His chapped and broken lips stretched over rotting, green and oft missing teeth. Years of street fighting hadn't helped, the nose had been broken in enough places to be in double digits, and the mesh of scars failed to disguise his features, but enhanced and warped there ugliness.
Kra was indeed a strong contrast to the handsome man who sat opposite him. Kal'kesh had been fighting for almost as long as Kra, but what few scars he had got only seemed to add to his appearance, and make him seem mysterious and tough, which contrasted and complemented his open and friendly body language. He had short brown hair and was clean shaven usually (but right now he was in need of a shave, after two days spent drinking). His face was neither particularly effeminate, nor overly masculine but striking all the same, and accustomed to smiling. His eyes were bright, and brimming with laughter (despite his monumental hangover), but deep and powerful, that seemed they could see through any deceptions straight to your heart. He dressed in the height of fashion, a red open jerkin, trimmed with golden thread, with matching leggings. Ornate walking boots protected his feet, and were complimented by the worked leather belt he wore, which did not need the finely wrought sword hanging from it to make the wearer look good, let alone the selection of daggers and pouches he found it necessary to keep at hand. A wide selection of jewellery complimented his appearance, with fine golden rings decorated most fingers, inlaid with glittering gems of bright colors, arranged aesthetically, but if you knew what you were looking for, you would see they were in the best position for fist fighting, as effective as any brass knuckle. A gold torc at his throat complemented the many golden earrings that he had in each ear.
"Well, what've you got for me then?"
Kal'kesh didn't have to open his eyes to know who his companion was. "Hello, Kra" he said without raising his head "'Lo Kal." croaked the old toad-like man "I got info.". Kal'kesh stirred, sat up, gestured for another round and looked at his friend. This was not something you usually did voluntarily, but Kal'kesh was used to the sight that assailed his eyes. At 7', Kra tended to dominate your view, which meant there was a lot of visual unpleasantness to go around. He was bloated, with sickly green flaky dry flesh, covered in short, wiry brown hair and an incredible selection of boils, warts and spots. This wouldn't be so bad is he didn't refuse to were a top, claiming he could never find anything nice in his size. Whilst his size was unusual, Kal'kesh had suggested often that his friend wore a blanket or something, but nothing came of it. However unpleasant Kra's stench and hideous fat may be, his worst feature was easily his face. It was bad enough before, with a long, lumpy nose protruding from the rough center, and beady, mismatched eyes glaring from under a monstrously think mono-brow. His chapped and broken lips stretched over rotting, green and oft missing teeth. Years of street fighting hadn't helped, the nose had been broken in enough places to be in double digits, and the mesh of scars failed to disguise his features, but enhanced and warped there ugliness.
Kra was indeed a strong contrast to the handsome man who sat opposite him. Kal'kesh had been fighting for almost as long as Kra, but what few scars he had got only seemed to add to his appearance, and make him seem mysterious and tough, which contrasted and complemented his open and friendly body language. He had short brown hair and was clean shaven usually (but right now he was in need of a shave, after two days spent drinking). His face was neither particularly effeminate, nor overly masculine but striking all the same, and accustomed to smiling. His eyes were bright, and brimming with laughter (despite his monumental hangover), but deep and powerful, that seemed they could see through any deceptions straight to your heart. He dressed in the height of fashion, a red open jerkin, trimmed with golden thread, with matching leggings. Ornate walking boots protected his feet, and were complimented by the worked leather belt he wore, which did not need the finely wrought sword hanging from it to make the wearer look good, let alone the selection of daggers and pouches he found it necessary to keep at hand. A wide selection of jewellery complimented his appearance, with fine golden rings decorated most fingers, inlaid with glittering gems of bright colors, arranged aesthetically, but if you knew what you were looking for, you would see they were in the best position for fist fighting, as effective as any brass knuckle. A gold torc at his throat complemented the many golden earrings that he had in each ear.
"Well, what've you got for me then?"