#Odile Delacroix

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Mythril Blades - Drinking!

Thank you, generous hosts!

Flora Valerian: "Well-- this is good. I hope many have come here. I asked my husband to meet me here. I think it ought to be a good night, yes--" Looking to the gate, she spots Ghalleon. "There you are.  Very good!" She smiles, albeit slightly. Ghalleon Helseth stands up, smiling, but also looking like he'd rather stay sitting. Ghalleon Helseth: "Hello there!" Ghalleon Helseth: "I came from home--I left early because I didn't know the way, but it turned out--it was much closer than I had expected." Flora Valerian: "And there is Jancis! Ah, it has been a very long time." Jancis Milburga walks up quietly, clearly happy to simply observe at first. Barengar Armsbreaker turns his attention over toward Jancis as she makes her way over in the same direction, dipping his head slowly and grunting a quiet greeting, "S'good t'see ya." He then turns his attention briefly back to Flora before finding it shifting to Ghalleon. The man lifted his chin slightly and grunted a firm greeting that was met with a nod, "S'good t'see ya Helseth. S'been awhile." Flora Valerian: "Yes-- just across a few bridges, yes?" Ghalleon Helseth: "Oh!  She--yes, you had given us that lovely tea set, almost two years ago, now." Jancis Milburga: "Lady Valerian. Very much so; Keeper does what he can." Ghalleon Helseth: "It is good to see you too, ah-------Barengar." He settles on Barengar, though it seems he wanted very much to say "Mr. Barengar." Jancis Milburga smiles across the way, "Lord Ghalleon. Yes. Surely by now you need only put hot water in it to brew tea. At least I guess." Flora Valerian: "At our wedding, yes," she confirms, with a nod. "I use it very often, I hope you will be glad to hear." Ghalleon Helseth laughs at you. Jancis Milburga: "Not that you cannot put tea in I meant that it could be so infused." Jancis Milburga squeezes her hands together gladly. "Very much glad to yes." Flora Valerian: "Shall we all go in, then, do you suppose?" Ghalleon Helseth: "I had wondered if a lad would be outside to direct us--but I do believe we might give a check, yes." Barengar Armsbreaker glances between Ghalleon, Flora, and Jancis quietly for a moment before addressing the three as a group, "Supposin' we oughta make're way inta th' buildin' proper then?" Ghalleon Helseth nods to Barengar Armsbreaker. Flora Valerian nods to Barengar Armsbreaker. Barengar Armsbreaker nods firmly before making a move toward the yard. Jancis Milburga: "Oh. Barengar is no lad." Ghalleon Helseth peeks his head in the door to check, before allowing himself to enter.

Barengar Armsbreaker makes his way into the building just behind Ghalleon, greeting Odile with a stiff grunt and a firm nod, "Delacroix."

Tristram Greythorne looked over to Erioch.  "No.  Just be swiping a bottle."  He lifted the pilfered bottle of spirits as he slowly made to walk out from behind the bar before he was trapped there. Odile Delacroix lofted a hand as she noticed the group entering the foyer, a clipboard and string of tickets in hand. "Armsbreaker, so glad you all could make it. Would any of you like a raffle ticket before heading downstairs?" Flora Valerian offers a smile and a bow of her head. "Ah, we-- we sort of met last time, yes." Jancis Milburga hops in after the group. "Lady Odile! Here you are hosting once more! Good eve!"

Odile Delacroix smiled softly as she looked at Flora and Jancis in turn, "well met once more. I'm not sure you could call this hosting compared to the Bazaar, but it's a fun diversion all the same." Barengar Armsbreaker bobbed his head to the side, "Figurin' I migh' as well." Flora Valerian goes quiet at the mention of a raffle ticket, and her eyes go wide. It almost seems rude to refuse this hospitality. "I think I will take one, yes." Ghalleon Helseth: "It seems you all are known to each other; but not to myself.  It is nice to make your acquaintance.  My name is Ghalleon, of Lord Nald'thal's Order.  I, too, would like a ticket!" Ghalleon Helseth bows courteously to Odile Delacroix. Erioch Koren started to walk behind the bar, his left hand reaching up to give Tristram a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Aye aye, I'm guessin' you can be takin' all the bottles you're keen on, eh?" His grin turned to Caithe next as he began to set out various tumblers and glasses from beneath the bar. "How in the hells are ya, Caithe?"

Flora Valerian: "Ah-- I apologize. I forgot to introduce you." She looks around, from person to person. "This is my husband, yes." Tristram Greythorne:  "Job be safe, barkeeep.  And your wife ... don't want to be inheiriting your heap of trouble you be properly making."  He smirked at the man as he crossed along to the far end of the bar.

Odile Delacroix smirked softly as she broke down the small stubs of paper and handed them out piece by piece, making sure to shake each recipient's hand before moving to the next before stopping with Ghalleon, "well met indeed. I'm glad to meet you, especially given your connection to Flora." Ghalleon Helseth: "The pleasure is mine.  Thank you for this hospitality!" Ghalleon Helseth smiles at Odile Delacroix. Caithe Faulkner turned her grin from Tristram to Erioch, and her nose scrunched up in taunt. "Oh, you know. Got my jollies setting fires to ships once, and now I can't stop. Any trouble I get into, I'll refer to here." She swung around, taking a chair.

Flora Valerian stands in place, with a stiff, awkward sliver of a smile on her face.

Jancis Milburga: "Yes. Thank you. It is nice to return here. Been nearly a Turn for me."

Tristram Greythorne: "Heard she be burning the whole fleet."  He said as he looked to Eroich before placing the stuffed pie in his mouth to hold while he worked at uncorking the bottle. Erioch Koren: "Well glad to be hearin' it. Soon we'll get to be known as less o' a lodgin' work house an' more for ship scuttlin'. There's a market there I'm sure, eh?" He turned to the various bottles on the shevles, a shrill whistle escaping him. "Shite, Odile reallcy was pullin' out all the coin for the liquor this evenin'. Either o' you care to be drinkin' somethin' mixed or you jus' happy pullin' from the bottle?" Odile Delacroix bowed her head, indicating the bar at Jancis' words. "There's food laid out on the bar below and I would say to help yourselves to the tap but knowing my fiance he's already jealously guarding it like a dragon."

Barengar Armsbreaker rolled his right shoulder back idly as he looked down at the piece of paper that had been handed to him. A slight snort escaped him as he tucked it away into a pocket on his vest. Caithe Faulkner canted her head back to peer at Tris - and then more importantly his bottle. "What've you got there, then?" Tristram Greythorne gave the barkeep grunt as he removed the cork from his bottle.  Slowly, his head turned to Caithe, shaved brow lifting.  The pie was removed from his mouth and a quick sip was taken. Jancis Milburga widens her eyes, "Is someone planning to steal it? Barengar is good at guarding, too." Tristram Greythorne:  "Be whiskey.  Ul'dahn, sorting by the taste." Barengar Armsbreaker quirks his brow slightly. Odile Delacroix snorted out a laugh before making a shooing motion towards the stairs. "Hardly, he merely takes his job quite seriously." Flora Valerian: "Ah! I see. We shall go and see what has been put out, then. This is very generous. Thank you." Flora attempts to tuck the ticket into her thighboot but then realizes she's not wearing them. Some strange fumbling ensues before she decides to just stuff it in the top of her glove. Ghalleon Helseth: "Shall we head downstairs, then?" he suggests to the gathered group. Jancis Milburga: "If it is half as serious as he does." She looks over at Barengar, "That is most serious. See you downstairs later." Flora Valerian nods to Ghalleon Helseth. Caithe Faulkner offered up hummed note of contemplation, before her shoulders lofted up idly. "Whiskey it is, then. Never been one for mixed drinks." Erioch Koren: "Oh! 'Fore I'm forgettin'..." Erioch turned back and crumpled up a raffle ticket into a small ball before sending it sailing across the bar towards Caithe. "Keep hold o' that. Odile was sayin' she's goin' to be handin' out prizes later. Maybe it'll be somethin' flammable, eh?" Tristram Greythorne lulled his head back, though with a short grin as he crossed to the table, propping against it with his head.  With a lingering smirk, he surrendered the bottle over to Caithe. Ghalleon Helseth: "Ah, this is nice..." Odile Delacroix laughed genuinely at Jancis's quip before nodding after the descending group, her eyes slanting back to Barengar as her remained.

Ghalleon Helseth admires the carpet. Barengar Armsbreaker grunts quietly and shakes his head with just the slightest touch of amusement on his face before making his way toward the stairs. Jancis Milburga frowns thoughtfully, looking about the room. "I have no memory of this place." Flora Valerian: "Yes, ah, this is where the leves are handed out. It is like a miniature Adventurer's Guild, here." Caithe Faulkner 's attention bounced back to Erioch even as her hand reached out to take up the whiskey. A free hand caught the crumpled up raffle ticket before it could tumble too far to the ground. "Anything can be flammable, my dear," she told Erioch as she glanced at the ticket. Her focus then swayed to the joining people. Barengar Armsbreaker makes his way up toward the bar counter and tips his head toward Erioch, offering up a grunt. Caithe Faulkner: "Flora, darling, you have no shirt." Erioch Koren pulled on of the tumblers towards him and set aobut mixing his own drink. A pinch of sugar was muddled in the bottom of the glass along with a few dashes of bitters. Next came the whiskey, a single ball of ice, and a small bit of orange peel to finish the drink. He had just started to lift the concoction to his lips when the three approached the bar. "Well hey there, how in the hells are you lot?" Tristram Greythorne attention drifted to all the newcomers.  "I think it be suiting her."  He added, glancing down to before looking to the darkly garbed man.  "And there be a new face." Erioch Koren looked over to Flora while setting the drink he had just made in front of Barengar. "An' wait, did you get to callin' us a little Adventurer's Guild, Flora? That ain' very nice, you're knowin' we ain' got nearly as many naked, dancin' Miqo'te as the Quicksand does. Hardly bein' a fair comparison, aye?" Flora Valerian: "Ah, Mr. Koren," she says, tipping her head to the batender. "This is my husba--" She suddenly startles. "Ah! did it fall o--" she looks down, then breathes a sigh of relief. "Ah, it is still there... You gave me a fright, Miss Caithe." Caithe Faulkner: "'tis what I do best." Erioch Koren gave a wave to Ghalleon. "Hello there Husba, how's the sun findin' ya?" Ghalleon Helseth seems to go through several stages of confusion, and irritation, and perhaps embarassment or irritation, in quick succession. Ghalleon Helseth: 'Ah--ah yes!" Barengar Armsbreaker bobbed his head to the side, lifting a single shoulder, "I ain't able t'complain. Ain't six-fulms deep, so m'figurin' tha's good 'nough." He grunted before continuing, "Wha's th' darkest y'got back ther'?" Ghalleon Helseth bows courteously to Erioch Koren. Ghalleon Helseth: "My name is Ghalleon, of Lord Nald'thal's Order.  It is nice to make your acquaintance." Jancis Milburga wedges through the bar with her midlander powers, looking about the drinks as introductions are made. Flora Valerian: "Well-- I think it is nicer than an Adventurer's Guild, with very nice carpets and very nice glassware..." she muses, sounding guilty over her previous turn of phrase. Caithe Faulkner 's lulled back into her chair to get a better view of said husband. Amusement painted clearly in her features as her grin turned wicked. "Oh, my word, but he is something. Flora, you've been hiding him. Ghalleon," she said the name with dramatic reverence. Ghalleon Helseth: "I had not realized you all were quite so well acquainted!" he says, with warmth. Erioch Koren looked to Barengar, his thumb jerking over his shoulder. "Darkest? Hells, I can be fixin' you up a pot o' black coffee an' tossin' some whiskey in it, if you're keen." His attention turned back to Ghalleon. "More'n fine to be meetin' ya Ghalleon. You care to be drinkin' with us rowdy lot for the evenin'?"

Ghalleon Helseth: "May I sit?" Ghalleon Helseth: "Oh--I would!  If it troubles you not!" he says to Erioch. Odile Delacroix made her way down the stairs, the remaining stubbs collected under the metal clip of her wooden clipboard, and hopefully secured for the remainder of the night. She seemed content to merely watch as she got everything settled. Caithe Faulkner: "Nothing would delight me more, oh grand husband of our beloved Flora." Erioch Koren: "Ain' any kind o' trouble at all! Be a shite bar man if I wasn't lettin' folk drink, aye? What're you havin'?" Ghalleon Helseth smiles at Caithe Faulkner. Flora Valerian: "Yes, myself and Caithe used to go on missions in the Resistance, together..." Caithe Faulkner: "The best of friends, really." Barengar Armsbreaker snorts slightly, "Ain't really interested in coffee. Jus' lookin' f'r a brew." Ghalleon Helseth: "Please, now.  I am nothing so special." Tristram Greythorne glanced dance to Caithe then to Ghalleon with a sharp grin bareing the faintest traces of teeth. Flora Valerian startles at hearing the "best of friends," but she nods, as if confirming it. Jancis Milburga says helpfully, "Coffee is brewed." Ghalleon Helseth: "If you have a cognac, I would find it delightful, I am sure." Erioch Koren: "Stout it is, then." He looked back to Barengar before ducking under the bar. "How adventerous you feelin'? If you're keen I got somethin' I've been meanin' to have a body try out." Barengar Armsbreaker takes in a slow breath and glances over in Jancis' direction; leveling a flat gaze. Caithe Faulkner snickered into the whiskey bottle, taking a sip before offering it back to Tristram. Odile Delacroix took to a spot on the bar, staking the vantage point as her own. Erioch Koren pointed over to Jancis as she spoke, his head doing a double take as he saw her behind the bar. "Oh shite, didn't get to seein' ya there, Jancis. How in each o' the hells are ya?" Tristram Greythorne snapped his attention to the bar.  "Barkeep ... don't you be putting the evil like that Marbol's milk on this.  That swivin' shite was vile." Barengar Armsbreaker turns his attention back toward, "Ain't feelin' that adventurous, bu' if'n y'tell wha' it is I migh' been willin' t'try it." Jancis Milburga digs throught cabinets, blissfully unaware of Barengar's stare. "Good eve Erioch. Far better than each of them, though that is a steep comparison. It is nice to be here." Flora Valerian looks around. "A morbol can be milked...?!" Odile Delacroix: "Don't tempt him, Tristram. You know very well that he'd take that as a challenge to see how he can sneak it in." Caithe Faulkner: "Of course, Flora. Everything can be milked if you try hard enough." Ghalleon Helseth scratches the back of his head.

Tristram Greythorne took the offered bottle from Caithe, tilting it quicly.  "Aye, and I be besting that challange last time.  It don't be needing another repeat."

Erioch Koren gave a quick thumbs up to Ghalleon as he reached over to pull another fresh tumbler over. "Aye aye, cognac is comin'.  An' it ain' anythin' too crazy, Armsbreaker...." A loud grunt fell from the man as he hefted a tankard nearly the size of a small anvil onto the bartop, silvered surface shining. "I got bored in the forge one evenin' an' made this. Stuck it under the bar in case anyone was lookin' for more drink than a body rightly should."

Flora Valerian makes a thoughtful noise at that particular morsel of knowledge, then bows her head like she appreciates the advice.

Ghalleon Helseth smiles at Flora Valerian. Odile Delacroix: "To be entirely fair I'm not sure one can really call that 'best' so much as 'surviving'."

Caithe Faulkner: "And don't let Tristram's words be fooling you. Morbol milk is divine. One of the seven secrets of the world." Erioch Koren called out to Tristram, looking between him and Flora. "Little joke I got to makin' up for anyone what gets to askin' what the strongest thing I've got back here is. Shite tastes vile after makin' it, an' looks like some kind o' twisted, yellow cream too." Barengar Armsbreaker pauses a moment and eyes the large tankard, the man's face incredulous as he then turns his attention back upon Erioch, "Y'lookin' t'ave me drink outta tha'?" Odile Delacroix made a negative motion over Caithe's head at Flora and the rest, indicating that /no/ it wasn't. Ghalleon Helseth: "Surely you jest!  My wife and I felled a morbol not a sennight past!  The things vileness defies description." Tristram Greythorne stole a second sip from the bottle and set it near Caithe on the table.  "Besting."  He corrected Odile with smirk.  "Be no other word for it." Erioch Koren caught Caithe's jest a fraction too late. "Er, I'm meanin' it's tastin' great! Like a swivin' summer day in Costa del Sol." Caithe Faulkner: "Ah, that is the secret, you see." She replied, taking up the bottle of whiskey once more. "Horrid creatures, straight on through. Until you get to their milk." Caithe Faulkner: "'Honey of the Twelve', they used to call it." Ghalleon Helseth fails to understand Flora Valerian. Odile Delacroix twitched her lips as she settled into her spot, "if you say so /Sir/ Tristram. I'll be sure to send you a bottle for Starlight this year since you seem to relish the challenge." Erioch Koren looked from the tankard to Barengar. "Aye." He paused for a beat as though searching for a reason he could give to him why before coming up blank. "It holds a damn lot o' ale." Jancis Milburga shakes her head, looking over bottle labels. "Such a peculiar delight." Erioch Koren turned quickly to Odile. "Oh you can't be bottlin' it. The stuff eats through glass if left alone." Flora Valerian 's lips turn to an uncertain squiggle. "Seven secrets of the world? Ah... I've bever heard of these, but I suppose they're secrets, after all." Tristram Greythorne looked down to Caithe, then to Flora and Ghalleon with the shaved line of one of his missing brows lifting. Barengar Armsbreaker simply nodded his head slowly, "Righ' ..." he grumbled quietly. There was a few moments of silence before Barengar simply shook his head and grunted, "Fine. Fill it, I figure." Odile Delacroix: "I'm sure Tristram would enjoy the added challenge, no? And do you need some help Miss Jancis?" Odile glanced towards the midlander as she shuffled through the bar. Flora Valerian: "Good shaman, you remember my husband, yes? From the rememberance ceremony?" Ghalleon Helseth: "So the two of you served together in the Resistance!  That is a noble vocation." Erioch Koren: "Gods you are a sport o' man, Barengar." Another grunt fell from the man as he hefted the tankard and started towards the back casks. "An' aye, if you're keen to have me mix somethin' for ya, I ain' mindin' Miss Jancis."

Ghalleon Helseth: "Ah yes!  Yes!  Forgive me--it has been quite a while!" Caithe Faulkner: "That is precisely it. Even me just telling you this one takes a little magic out of the world," she sighed forlornly, pushing the bottle back towards Tristram. Her eyes light up again at the mention of the Resistance.

Barengar Armsbreaker leans back against the counter as he waits for Erioch to return. Jancis Milburga: "I was curious if there was fruit and wine. Or something you particularly like Lord Erioch? I am here to get to know others. What better way than what they drink?" Tristram Greythorne settled his attention on Ghalleon.  "Ahh.  Do be recalling.  More than a few moons.  Proving there do a man who can be matching her endurance."  He grinned sharply as he took up the bottle of whiskey from the table. Tristram Greythorne There do be a man^

Jancis Milburga goes to a chair, spinning it around to face the other table.

Erioch Koren returned a moment later with the sloshing tankard filled, foam flailing from its top. "Ok...might've been underestimatin' how much it's weighin' while filled...jus' a touch." A final grunt saw the stout-filled flagon set in front of Barengar, a huff of breath fleeing Erioch's lungs before he looked back to Jancis. "Aye, I'm thinkin' we got some wine for ya. You keen on red'r white?" Jancis Milburga tilts her head thoughtfully. "White or blush, please?" Odile Delacroix: "Are you alright dear?" Barengar Armsbreaker glanced over his shoulder at the, now full, tankard. It was an ... impressive sight to see. "Ah ... righ' ... " Barengar grumbles quietly as he reaches to test the weight of the massive tankard. Barengar Armsbreaker: "Seven 'ells ..." Ghalleon Helseth: "Ah--well, to tell the truth--I do not think anyone I know is a match to Florihilda's endurance..." he says with a soft smile. Kiera Hawkeye walked down the stairs, adjusting her coat a little bit. She walked to the bar, ending up on Barenger's other side. "Give me whatever Armsbreaker here's having. I'll show him how it's handled." Jancis Milburga: "Matron's Bounty, Barengar. Could soak your feet in such a mug. Do you need help holding it?" Kiera Hawkeye smirks confidently at Barengar Armsbreaker. Erioch Koren: "Aye aye, though only if you get to droppin' that 'Lord Erioch' shite." He turned to pluck a wine glass from the shevles before looking over the bottles situated in the far cabinet. "Gods are knowin' I ain' deservin' o' any title precedin' my name less it's a curse o' some kind, eh?" Laughter shook the man's shoulders as he selected a bottle, his free hand snatching a corkscrew as well. "I ain' much o' a wine drinker but I'm told this is a fine blush to be havin', yeah?" Jancis Milburga brings her hand up to hide her laughter vainly. Caithe Faulkner 's eyes lit up at that, the woman honing in on Ghalleon once more. "She really can go for hours, can't she?" Your eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing Erioch Koren. Barengar Armsbreaker glances over at Kiera and snorts, "It ain't the drink. It's th' tankard." He gestures toward the massive tankard that Erioch as placed before him. "S'eavy as all th' 'ells." Tristram Greythorne looked to Flora.  "You best be keeping this one.   Even if he be too clever."

Flora Valerian , flustered, just looks around blinking at everyone. She's sure there's probably some inuendos happening. Jancis Milburga shakes her hands. "Forgive me. Though if you do not deserve such, I must insist no one does." Odile Delacroix twitched her lips as she watched the spectacle before her, seemingly content to simply drink in the busy atmosphere. Eespecially when it involved watching several people try to fight a tankard larger than their heads. Erioch Koren looked over to Kiera, his lips parting slightly. "I...err, only made one stupidly oversized tankard. I wasn't /that/ bored in the forge. I can give ya the next biggest we got though, Kiera. Or well...two o' the next biggest." Ghalleon Helseth: "At least half a day! More than once I've cooked her dinner--but forgotten that her fast prohibits it." Barengar Armsbreaker places both hands upon the massive tankard filled with stout before hoisting it up for a drink that was impossible to make anything less than generous. Flora Valerian: "Oh, ah, alright." she replies, with two tiny nods. "Even if he be too clever." You clap for Barengar Armsbreaker. Kiera Hawkeye crossed her arms, looking a little incredulous. "Heavy? For you? Are you getting weaker the older you're getting?" She chuckled. "But good to see you after so long. And aye, sure, the next biggest is fine with me." Erioch Koren began to uncork the bottle of wine as he gave a sloppy, half-grin to Jancis. "No titles? Hells, that's a world suitin' me jus' fine." The cork was offered out to Jancis, Erioch waiting a beat before pouring the wine for the woman. Odile Delacroix widened her eyes somewhat at Barengar's display. Tristram Greythorne: "No time even for a meal, you be saying.  That do be impressive." Ghalleon Helseth: "Well--what sort of work have you all done, here, with this company?  It seems like a very fine establishment--and by the look of it, a place this nice in Ul'dah did not come cheaply." Erioch Koren looked back to Kiera. "Aye, aye that I can be doin'. Same stout as well?" He dipped below the bar for just an instant to produce a large mug for Kiera. "Odile here got to buyin' up the good shite for us rabble this evenin'" Caithe Faulkner: "Ah, youth. I remember when I could do half a day," her head shook in pity. Jancis Milburga beams, "As I. All the more reason to ensure no one feels smaller than one." She looks at the cork a moment, clearly oblivious to the reason behind it, but smiling none the less. "Some are well earned. Simply so." Barengar Armsbreaker narrowed his eyes slightly as he gazed down at the tankard. He then snapped his attention back over toward Kiera before grunting and tipping his head in her direction, "S'good seein' ya well too, I figure, Hawkeye." Kiera Hawkeye: "That sounds jus' fine Erioch, thank ya." Flora Valerian: "Yes, ah, I've been fasting for a fewcycles, yes," she says, staring down at the empty spot on the table in front of her. "Ser Blackblade instructed me to eat every morning instead of once in the evening. So that is difficult, yes." Odile Delacroix: "And this Odile can very much forego providing booze for 'this rabble' next time," slanting a brow she offered something soft and genuine in Erioch's direction. Her quip lacking anything in regards to bite.

Erioch Koren poured the wine for Jancis and leaned his hip against the bar. "Sometime I get to wonderin' if you're too good to be slummin' 'round with shite like us, Miss Jancis." Another bark of laughter fled the man as he took up the empty mug and started back towards the casks once again. "Though, in my 'pinion, we lot do get to hostin' better get togethers'n the high an' fancy, eh?" Erioch Koren returned only a few moments later with a full flagon of stout, the beverage set on the bar in front of Kiera. "There ya are, an' if you're keen for more jus' set to hollerin', aye?" Jancis Milburga can only stare as half a 'thank you' comes out of her for a moment. "I would say you both would know that quite well. Guarding some of the more special affairs I have attended." Tristram Greythorne took another puil from the bottle of whiskey and returned it to the tabletop.  "Aye ... be some time ago.  The morning do be a better time for it.  Be putting more a little more wind in your step for the rest of the sun." Jancis Milburga: "Dripping in gold half a world away from here." Kiera Hawkeye: "Thank ya kindly, Erioch." Flora Valerian: "I have been better, since," she affirms, with a nod. "Previously I would, ah-- I would be nearly asleep, by dusk." Odile Delacroix: "Ah, how is Master Nathaniel if I might ask? I haven't seen him since that luxurious event so many moons past. Nor have I done much in the way of work on that side of the world." Erioch Koren: "Ain' anythin' to be thankin' me for, Kiera. More'n happy to be slingin' liquor for folk 'gain." His hands patted across his heavy coat. "Good to be rememberin' where a body got its start, aye?" Jancis Milburga: "Last I saw him was about a fortnight ago. He was troubled. Stepped down from his direct service to the Traders. I think it will be for the best. Least for awhile. Althyk knows there is only so much time to grant. And he does so much for others already; I think he does not sleep to keep up." Barengar Armsbreaker snorted as his expression soured slightly at the mere mention of Nathaniel's name. The Armsbreaker simply opted to heft the tankard once more and take another deep drink from the veritable pool of stout. Kiera Hawkeye took up her tankard, taking a decently sized pull from it. "Aye, that's a pretty fair thing to be drinkin' too tonight." Odile Delacroix: "That does not surprise me given what little I know of the man... Though it's troubling all the same, particularly given how hard he needed to run his staff back during that event's inception and in order to secure the ability to do business in Kugane at all... Fury willing he's able to rest with this small reprieve." Erioch Koren slipped down the bar to his own drink he had made earlier yet not partaken of and lifted it upwards. "Aye, here's to a bit o' rememberin'." The bottom of his glass was tapped twice against the bartop before some of the cocktail was passed beyond his throat. Ghalleon Helseth glances to Flora.  "I can't help but overhear that talk about Kugane.  It makes me fear for Phaedra.  If mercantilism is so difficult--does it not make it seem as if she is in over her head?" Erioch Koren set his drink down once more and grabbed a fresh rocks glass, his stocky frame squatting down to gather up a few ingredients from beneath the bar. "How's the work been for the two o' you, anyroads? Leves ain' givin' ya too much trouble?" Jancis Milburga nods in agreement. "I think he might put that energy elsewhere. Not sure. He does not want to be called Father anymore and I am sure it will dishearten many. Denz included. There is a problem with being too useful, though." She rubs her wine glass awkwardly at the last comment. Flora Valerian: "I, ah..." she rubs at her temple. "I don't rightly know. I think your sister has certainly made an, er, _impulsive_ descision, yes, but..." Caithe Faulkner offered up a tsk at the mention of Kugane and the Far East. Still, it gave her an excuse to steal away the bottle for a drink.

Flora Valerian: "I think I could not do it. To uproot everything and move there, like some folk have done..." Barengar Armsbreaker bobbed his head to the side as he allows the tankard to crash back down upon the countertop from another hoist, glancing over toward Erioch. "Ain't been bad. Nothin' I ain't run inta 'fore in mos' cases." Tristram Greythorne shook his head with a slow smirk, then leaned forward to speak to Caithe as he placed a hand on the back of her chair.  "I be seeing to our other fellow shaman.  You guard the whiskey."  He gave Caithe a quick nod before straightening upwards and looking towards Jancis. Erioch Koren straightened back up, his eyes going wide to Jancis. "Wait. Wait. Did you jus' get to sayin' that Pops is hangin' up the cloth?" He couldn't keep the laughter burried for long, his head shaking in time with the rumbling sound. "Oh gods, I can jus' hear ol' Reinette screechin' from here." Odile Delacroix: "No, I know that all too well considering..." With her eyes taking on a slightly glazed tinge she looked off into the middling distance before Barengar's actions caused her to start. "Sir Armsbreaker, /gently/ please." Caithe Faulkner glanced up towards Tristram a moment, her brows lofting before she offered a bit of her head to him. "With my life," she said gravely before giving a grin. Ghalleon Helseth quiets down, interested to see if he recognizes the name of this clergyman. Jancis Milburga turns back, eyes wide and serious. "It takes a whole lot to make her screech." Flora Valerian peers over at the whiskey, as if curious to see if it was something especially, well, special. Barengar Armsbreaker flicks his gaze over over toward Odile and lifts his chin slightly, "Figurin' I'll be tryin' 'arder then." Erioch Koren gave a slight jump as the tankard slammed back down onto the bartop. "Shite, need to be rememberin' to put some cloth on the bottom o' that thing next time..." His lips parted and head canted back to the side as he looked back to Jancis. "Does it? Hells, she was hollerin' at me damn near half a bell after I was meetin' her." Tristram Greythorne moved away from the table in a few steps to join Jancis and Odile.  "Shaman Milburga.  Land be keeping you well." Caithe Faulkner caught Flora's look and her features turned sober once more. "Once this bottle is empty, Tristram will fade away into nothing." Odile Delacroix: "Please do try, otherwise I'll be making you fix it." Odile twitched her lips as she set her legs to the side somewhat to make room for Tristram. Jancis Milburga: "Rhalgr's Rage, she sure has changed. But she would not strike anyone, though." Jancis Milburga looks from Eroich, taking more than a moment to realize Tristram was addressing her. Flora Valerian: "A-ah, what do you mean?" Flora stammers. Erioch Koren began to mix the drink he started, two sugar cubes along with several mint leaves placed in the bottom of the glass and muddled more than well. "Though shite, hard to be thinkin' o' Pops not bein' a priest. I really shouldn't go rubbin' it in on him..." He leaned over to Odile, his voice dropping low as though he were sharing a mock-secret. "But I'm really, really wantin' to." Jancis Milburga smiles a bit humbly, "Thank you, Master Tristram. It does quite a bit in these tough times. I have been traveling in the time since talking. Putting hands to words." Tristram Greythorne gestured between Jancis and Erioch, shave brow lifting.  "Take that someone be defrocking?" Caithe Faulkner took up the bottle, giving it a small waggle so that the liquid would slosh. "Connected to his life essence," she replied with a deep nod. "Should anything happen to this? Poor man would wither away. It's kept him alive for so long now."

Odile Delacroix smirked as she leant back, her fingers fishing for the hem of Erioch's collar so that she might tug him closer for a brief, chaste kiss. Odile Delacroix: "Be nice to the man, I'd rather not have to take you to the priests in a box filled with ashes." Flora Valerian stares down at the bottle-- awed, but incredulous. "But it just looks like normal whiskey..." Jancis Milburga: "I use to work under Lady Reinette many Turns ago. She is very skilled chirurgeon." Ghalleon Helseth stares at the table a moment and blinks; but says nothing. Caithe Faulkner: "Well, shouldn't it? If it were to glow with life itself, people would surely want it all for themselves. Try to steal it away and all that. Here, it is hiding in plane sight." Tristram Greythorne looked back to Jancis, giving her a quick nod that put the beaded braids into a sway.  "I did be curious on the road you be choosing after talking with Caithe and I.  And your wind do be hard to follow ... but good to be hearing you still be holding to what you learned." Barengar Armsbreaker gripped at the hefty tankard once more before bracing himself to lift it once again. He was drinking at a fairly respectable pace so the weight was, however slowly, becoming more managable. Yet it still wasn't something to be scoffed at so, as he was lowering it back to the countertop -gently- , one could see that the man was being forced to exert a non-trivial amount effort. Erioch Koren next filled the glass with ice and began to slowly pour some Gridanian whiskey into the cocktail. He was stopped by the sudden tug and kiss, a soft smile settling onto his features. "Alright, you've convinced me." Once filled with the whiskey, a final sprig of mint garnished the drink before he set it next to Odile. "I'll get to playin' nice if I'm ever seein' the man." Tristram Greythorne: raised a shaved brow.  "Did that be where you learned some of your herbcraft, under an Ishgardian?"  He asked of Jancis. Jancis Milburga: "Of course! Thaliak would be remiss for such honesty be dismissed." She perks up a moment, "That was nearly like poetry. I have. Another friend, Lord Autgar, has been aiding me in surveying Gyr Abania. We even managed through a storm in the Lochs." Barengar Armsbreaker glances over at Erioch and snorts, "Ain't gotta worry, Koren. Y'ain't the only one seein' Salem in 'is true colors." Flora Valerian: "I see,"Flora replies, and from the way she still keeps her eyes glued to the bottle, too. It's impossible to tell whether she believes Caithe or is just being polite. "I shall do my best to help, then, now that I know." Odile Delacroix: "Thank you dear, though I have no allusions that you won't be your same charming self no matter what." Curiosity glinted in her eyes as she picked up the drink as she took note of the sprig of mint, her smile genuine and warm as she took to nursing the proferred drink. "True colors, Armsbreaker?" Caithe Faulkner: "You are a saint, Flora. They shall sing songs of you one day." Flora Valerian sees Caithe Faulkner and blushes with embarrassment. Jancis Milburga shakes her head, "Not particularly. She is far more skilled in Alchemy from the citystates than I. It is far more processed and refined as they say." Barengar Armsbreaker glances over at Odile, "Th' man's ain't t'be trusted." Tristram Greythorne nodded slowly at Jancis.  "Never did be taking to Alchemy myself.  Be seeming a lot of work for what the land can be sorting with some patiece." Flora Valerian 's gaze veers over to Barengar. "Salem... this is the man you spoke to me of, yes, Uncle?" Odile Delacroix held his gaze evenly, not a hint of judgment or reproval to be seen. "Might I ask why?" Erioch Koren dipped his chin towards Barengar. "That an' I jus' ain' too fond o' folk what get to placin' all their faith in somethin' that ain' rightly givin' too much o' a shite 'bout us. Better to be followin' your own path than jus' walkin' 'long one supposedly carved out 'head o' time for ya."

Barengar Armsbreaker glances over his shoulder toward Flora before bobbing his head slowly, "Figurin' I 'ave 'fore, aye." Barengar Armsbreaker looks back toward Odile, "Well, chief o' m'reasons bein' 'e tried t'take s'methin' that were'nt 'is." Jancis Milburga comments curiously, "But you do of a sort." She motions to his form and stance. "Time is a far better trade to make for recovery than what quicker solutions offer. Where have your travels taken you in this time?" Flora Valerian hums as she nods her head, before looking to the whiskey bottle-- resuming her post, so to speak. Odile Delacroix picked up the signet of Halone that hung from her neck, flashing it towards Erioch with a mild, friendly smirk before turning towards Barengar. "Well I can certainly understand the animosity in that case." Caithe Faulkner 's finger was on the top of the open bottle, and she was quite intentionally rocking the bottle about. She made a show of keeping her attention fully on the bottle, but there was something lackadaisical about the movement. Tristram Greythorne: "The Fringes and the Peaks, more often than not.  Be more than enough left undone in Gyr Abanania in the last twenty cycles that be seeing to.  Though, there be also a recent trip into the Sagoli for some work with the Blade." Tristram Greythorne: *need to be seeing to Erioch Koren leaned forward, his elbows resting atop the bar as Odile flashed the signet at him. "Hey now, like I'm sayin', I ain' got a problem with people puttin' /some/ o' their faith in somethin'r believin' in the gods. S'jus' when folk get to leanin' on 'em too much, yeah? S'jus' askin' for trouble at that rate." Flora Valerian: "That reminds me... On one of our leves, there was a free company of Ishgardians who disappeared in the Sagolii, yes. On an expedition. Isn't this sad?" Odile Delacroix: "Fair enough, that I can certainly respect," she said as she scooted back. Her elbow coming to rest on the broad slope of Erioch's nearest shoulder. Barengar Armsbreaker lifted the anvil-tankard and took another drink, trying to wash away the acrid taste of discussing Nathaniel left in his mouth. The ample amount of  stout seemed to be doing the trick. He -seemed- to relax considerably at the very least. Jancis Milburga: “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”  "That work can be mutually beneficial. The desert has a god kinship to the dry canyons for ideas to return with for water stills." Erioch Koren settled happily on the bar with Odile leaning atop him, content to simply watch and listen for the time being. His own form did scoot a touch to his left however, his side resting against Odile's own as he sipped at his drink. Barengar Armsbreaker glanced over his shoulder toward the table behind him before securing a firm grip upon the tankard and sliding it from counter. The man carefully wheeled about and made his way over toward the table. Tristram Greythorne smirked slightly.  "And it be where the wind sings while it be racing those turns in the earth.  And water sleeps deep, deep below in the earth.  But it didn't be something to our trades why I be there.  Just sorting what happened to some lost Ishgardians." Odile Delacroix: "This is nice." Was all she said as she watched the gathering, shifting somewhat to accomodate Erioch's new position so that they were both comfortable.

Barengar Armsbreaker navigated his way to the far side of the table, hoisting the large tankard high and precariously over Ghalleon's head before bringing it down upon the table with a heavy 'thud'. Though hopefully not -too- heavy, judging by his cursory glance in Odile's direction. Flora Valerian: "...Uncle," she says, marvelling at the tankard, "What is that? And why must it go into such a large, ah... cup?" Ghalleon Helseth jumps slightly, at the thud. Caithe Faulkner slipped her hand over the top of the whiskey bottle with the thud, making sure the thing stayed upright. Barengar Armsbreaker glances over at Flora, "Ain't anythin' bu' stout." He answered before turning his attention on the tankard itself, "S'far as th' size ... I ain't got a clue as t'why other th'n Koren's whims." Jancis Milburga frowns in concern, "Forgive me, I misunderstood. That would be more dire. For what I know of Ishgardians, hot places are not well suited for them, even with the right clothing. Were they found?" Odile Delacroix sighed, having given up entirely on asking Barengar to avoid scuffing the table. It wasn't his fault the cup was such a monstrosity. Tristram Greythorne:  "Three of the four.  Perished due to what be some sort of banditry in the middle of the open desert.  Only thing that be missing be what they were charged to be carrying.  Just some crumbled Allagan bits dig up at the Strike.  They were suppose to be taking them back to Ul'dah for archiving." Flora Valerian: "Mayhap he must put it in a stout cup, since it is called a stout? Mayhap that is how it is supposed to be served, do you think?" She wonders aloud. It makes perfect sense to her. Odile Delacroix shifted somewhat as she sat upward. Tristram Greythorne gave a small shrug.  "Never did be sorting what happened to the fourth." Odile Delacroix: "We'll be doing the raffle drawing in a moment. If you have your ticket please take it out." Erioch Koren nodded and let a long breath wind its way from his lungs. "Aye, feelin' like home." Erioch shifted back away for a moment as Odile sat upright. Ghalleon Helseth: Ghalleon traces some sort of sigil on his chest, and offers a prayer for the Ishgardians mentioned. Flora Valerian: "Oh!" Flora sort of scrambles as she tries to remember where she stowed it." Jancis Milburga frowns, "Thal keep him now that he is returned to the land." She takes a slow drink. Caithe Faulkner smoothed out her paper on the table, eyes flicking back over the numbers with a cock of her brow. Barengar Armsbreaker bobbed his head to the side slightly, grunting quietly he looked almost though he agreed with Flora's assessment, "S'far as I know tha'd seem th'way it oughta be." Tristram Greythorne nodded slowly, giving a brief glance to Odile before looking back to Jancis.  "Might be time to be seeing if fortune be on your side, aye?" Odile Delacroix: "Erioch, can you pass me a glass? An empty one preferrably?" Jancis Milburga follows Tristram's gaze a moment. "I am not sure." Flora Valerian: "I think it would be strange to serve a stout in, ah-- one of those very thin glasses, like what folk serve white wines and the like in." Erioch Koren looked up to Odile and then over to the other end of the bar where he had set the glasses earlier. He blinked for just a beat before looking down to his own glass and drinking all of its contents back leaving only the empty glass behind. "Mm-hmm." The now-empty glass was offered up to Odile after a heavy swallow and a wide smile.

Tristram Greythorne: "See if Odile be drawing you number.  I heard there might be a night with an Ul'dah dancer up for winning."  He winked at Jancis as he made his way around to the other side, clearing room for Odile. Odile Delacroix rose a brow, her expression pinching into something flat as she fought valliantly not to smile. "A /clean/ one." Flora Valerian ,at hearing something-something night with an Uldahn dancer, looks around with wide, horror-struck eyes. Erioch Koren had to resist the temptation to just clean the glass with his coat as a joke. Instead the man stretched out as far as his shorter form would let him to grab one of the clean tumblers and offer it up to her. Barengar Armsbreaker snorts slightly in amusement, bobbing his head toward Flora. Jancis Milburga brightens. "I do like dancing. I will root for your fortune, too, though. I did not know you cared as much for dancing. Perhaps a dance some night, fortune ticket or not." Caithe Faulkner: "Oh, Tristram adores dancing. A true belle of a ball." Odile Delacroix: "Thank you dear," she smiled, carefully avoiding /his/ former drinking glass before putting the ticket stubs into the glass and giving it a liberal shake with the flat of her palm holding everything in. Odile Delacroix reached down and pulled out a ticket. You beam at Tristram Greythorne. Odile Delacroix: "492." Jancis Milburga: "I had no idea you were so good at dancing you wore bells!" Ghalleon Helseth: "Ah.  'Tis mine, I believe--"  Ghalleon says, after quintuple-checking. Tristram Greythorne leveled a look over towards Caithe, smirking with a lift of his brows.  "A sight you don't be seeing Caithe." You clap for Ghalleon Helseth. Erioch Koren pointed towards Jancis. "Ha! Oh gods whoever's been callin' my sense o' humor into question I got proof I ain' the only one." Odile Delacroix twitched her lips before reaching in once more for the final ticket. Caithe Faulkner: "Ah, congratulations, Ghalleon." Ghalleon Helseth: "Perhaps you ought to draw again, though, if a night with an Ul'dahn dancer, is involved."  he says, with the barest hint of a smile. Odile Delacroix: "591." You smile at Erioch Koren. Flora Valerian , indeed, doesn't look like she's sure if she should applaud, yet. Barengar Armsbreaker glances down at the priest, snorting slightly in amusement. Odile Delacroix: "Whomever won, come see me before you leave!" Jancis Milburga is so happy beaming at Ghalleon and then Eroich she takes more than a moment to look at her ticket. "Oh!" Ghalleon Helseth smiles at Odile Delacroix. Flora Valerian: "Ah-- is it you, Jancis? Have you won, as well?" Jancis Milburga: "Master Tristram! You were right! I shall dance until dawn!" Odile Delacroix: "Don't say that, he might just make you." Caithe Faulkner snickered. "And congratulations to you as well, Jancis. Prophetic words from a shaman, I see." Tristram Greythorne glanced over to Odile.  "...did you be finding a Dunesfolk?"

Barengar Armsbreaker heaved his tankard up and took another, intentionally generous drink before lowering back down to the table with a decided content expression upon his features. Odile Delacroix: "They'll be in your chambers within the hour. I know you like them small," Odile replied with another saccharine smile towards Tristram.

Caithe Faulkner gave a snork as she took a drink back from the whiskey bottle. The motion did little to stem the tide of a snicker. Erioch Koren reached over to rest a hand on the small of Odile's back as he stood upright with a grunt and a stretch. "An' that's the day I got to learnin' more 'bout ol' Tristram than my ears ever were carin' to." Ghalleon Helseth: "You lot are rather forward, aren't you...?" Tristram Greythorne: "If you want to be learning more Erioch, might be letting you watch." Odile Delacroix: "No shame in a little teasing."

Barengar Armsbreaker glances down at Ghalleon, "Ain't really any reason f'r bein' anythin' other th'n wha' y'are, I figure." Ghalleon Helseth: "Well--that is well-said.  I certainly--ah, did not mean I think it good to conceal anything." Barengar Armsbreaker snorts slightly in pleasant amusement and bobs his head toward Ghalleon, "Ain't suggestin' tha' y'would." Erioch Koren barked a laugh. "Shite, I'm a piece o' low down scum but even I ain' goin' to be payin' for that..." Erioch made a show of falsely trying to cover Odile's line of sight as he mouthed 'See you in half a bell' to Tristram with mock-interest. Barengar Armsbreaker: "Figurin' I know y'better n'that." Tristram Greythorne: "We be using the chocobo stables this time." Tristram Greythorne grinned and winked at Erioch before looking back out to others in the common. Ghalleon Helseth: "I have been thinking this time, about whether I know a man by the name you mentioned--and I do not.  It is eerie to think that we might have been involved in the same ministry, and never have seen the other's face." Erioch Koren shook his head and tapped the bottom of his empty glass twice against the bartop before turning back to Odile. "All jestin' 'side, I'm thinkin' it might be time for my ol' bones to be headin' back to the forge. Got an idea for somethin' to be makin' what...well, I'll be tellin' you later love, aye?" Odile Delacroix roleld her eyes as she took his hand away, smiling all the while. "I'll see you then, and promise to be suitably surprised when you tell me." Flora Valerian: "Ah, goodnight, Mr. Koren," she calls out. "I-- I promise I shall bring my things by, soon, as we spoke of." Ghalleon Helseth: "Good night to you, sir.  And thank you for the cognac." Erioch Koren leaned forward to plant his lips against the crown of Odile's head. "Could you? Maybe jus' with your mouth agape an' tellin' me how I'm the greatest smith in all the land? You're too good to me." A final bark of laughter and Erioch started towards the stairs. "The rest o' you lot get to keepin' well, aye? More'n fine to be seein' all o' ya." He paused. "Oh! An' for those lookin' for a bit o' work we'll be handin' out jobs here in jus' 'bout three days." Tristram Greythorne tilted his head back to look at Erioch and gave the man a nod.  "Suppose I should be making sure my arse be here then." Erioch Koren: "More'n fine to be meetin' ya, Ghalleon. An' aye, Flora, whenever you got the time jus' set the arms an' armor at the forge an' I'll take it from there. Be so good it'll look new. Well, mostly new. New if it was new a year ago or so." Flora Valerian: "Three days, yes-- understood," she nods her head vigorously.

Erioch Koren: "Be well the lot o' ya!" Odile Delacroix: "Now I wouldn't go that far... Take care on your way to the forge, dear." Odile Delacroix stretched somewhat as she settled back onto the bar, the glass within her hand being set aside with the now useless tickets. Ghalleon Helseth: "Florihilda--have you done much work from this place?" Jancis Milburga continues to nurse her wine glass. Flora Valerian: "Ah-- I only first began to take leves from this place, this moon. I think it is excellent practice, yes? And Erioch-- the barkeeper, here-- he is going to mend my things for me, for coming with everyone." Tristram Greythorne strode his way over towards the stairs.  "And I need to be sorting my room out.  There be a booze fiend who be stealing my personal stash that I need to be chasing off." Ghalleon Helseth: "Miss Odile, I take it you are quite successfull financially?" Flora Valerian: "Good luck, good shaman," Flora calls out. Caithe Faulkner dipped her head to Tristram, lifting up the whiskey bottle in a cheers motion. A grin was on her lips. Tristram Greythorne gave a half wave as he meandered up the steps. Odile Delacroix blinked slowly at Ghalleon before absentmindedly waving after Tristram. "I funded this manor when the Blade originally began, and funded most of it's renovations as well." Flora Valerian: "How long has it been in operation?" Ghalleon Helseth: "You must be quite wealthy," he remarks with respect. Odile Delacroix: "Nearly two years I would have to say? It's a sight better than dealing in trade and less than savory operations, and not at all... This lot," she motioned towards Caithe and then after Tristram, "regularly rob me of my money with their expensive tastes in liquor or in desire for quantity." Ghalleon Helseth smiles at Odile Delacroix. Caithe Faulkner snickered, tossing her head back and batting her eyes. "I'm an expensive date," she replied innocently, rising up to her feet and cradling the bottle. Jancis Milburga quotes quietly, “Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having few wants.” Flora Valerian looks to the bottle. "Ah. Will Greythorne be alright?" Odile Delacroix: "Truer words, and you most certaintly are /Miss/ Caithe." A smirk developed. Caithe Faulkner let her eyes fall down to the whiskey bottle, as if contemplating the other shaman's fate. "I am uncertain," her tone turned grave once more. "This was full when we started this evening." Flora Valerian's eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing Caithe Faulkner. Odile Delacroix: "Make him take a bath, he'll hate it." Flora Valerian: "He will not be cursed, will he? He will not die?" Caithe Faulkner gave a gasp, looking back to Odile as though she were the smartest woman ever. "Oh, you beautiful Ishgardian rose. I shall do just that." Jancis Milburga: "He is far too strong for that." Ghalleon Helseth smiles and considers this. Odile Delacroix winked in return, raising her whiskey glass in a half-salute. "I'll provide you with some floral soap to complete the torture. Make him smell like a proper shroud flower." Ghalleon Helseth: "A fellow expatriate!" Flora Valerian: "He will feel much better, then, yes...?" Caithe Faulkner: "Oh, he will feel good as new. This bottle? Filled to the brim once more." Flora Valerian nods to Caithe Faulkner. Flora Valerian: "Understood-- this is very good." Caithe Faulkner: "The power of baths, darling. Never underestimate them."

Ghalleon Helseth: "Let whatever mockery you like ensue--if you genuinely have floral soap and it ever sits unused... *I* shall gladly make proper use of it!"  Ghalleon smiles and finishes the last sip of cognac. Odile Delacroix: "About as much as one can consider a Brume Borne as an expatriate." Ghalleon Helseth 's smile softens a bit and he simply nods in a "understood" way. Flora Valerian: "He does like his soaps, yes," Flora murmurs, in agreement, at the opulence of it all. Ghalleon Helseth: "The Traders have blessed your fortunes, at least." he decides after a moment. Barengar Armsbreaker glances over at Ghalleon once more and lets out a single chuckle before lifting up his tankard once more and taking another drink. Caithe Faulkner: "Now. I believe I have a shaman to wrestle and quite possibly save. It was grand to see all of you." She cuts a fine, if not theatric bow, swinging the bottle in an outstretched arm with it. Odile Delacroix softened then, offering Ghalleon a genial nod in return to make up for her prickly response. "And hopefully they shall ever more." Ghalleon Helseth: "It was lovely to meet you, shaman.  May we meet again soon." Flora Valerian: "Ah-- be careful, Miss Caithe-- Good night to you. I will see you in three suns, yes?" Caithe Faulkner: "By all means, please do. You two make a handsome couple." To Flora, she gave a grin and nod. "Aye, then. Rhalgr bless until that time." Odile Delacroix blinked towards Caithe, "stay well, and feel free to raid the bathing rooms for supplies." Flora Valerian nods to Caithe Faulkner. Barengar Armsbreaker dips his head toward Caithe, offering up a low grunt, "Be seein' y'round, Faulkner." Jancis Milburga: "Be ever jovial, Lady Caithe." Caithe Faulkner tossed a look over her shoulder as she strode about the table. "I will, quite liberally as well. 'tis not torture if you do not call it such," she blew a kiss to the woman, giving a nod to Jancis and a wink to Barry, before slipping upstairs. Caithe Faulkner: ((THANK FOR RP ALL YOU'RE ALL DELIGHTS)) Ghalleon Helseth: //thank you! Jancis Milburga: Squeak squeak!)) Barengar Armsbreaker: (( MUCH FUN )) Odile Delacroix: o/!_ Flora Valerian: (TY YOU LOVELY) Flora Valerian: "So, ah, are folk housed here, as well?" Ghalleon Helseth: "Well--hm." Odile Delacroix: "Yes, though only if they desire it. The manor has many empty rooms for people who need succor." Barengar Armsbreaker leans forward and gazes down into the remaining reservoir of stout. The man's bobbed back and forth for a moment as though he were trying to measure something before taking in a deep breath and hoisting the tankard high enough such that he is forced to lean back; draining it dry. Ghalleon Helseth: "'Tis a good place," he repeats. Flora Valerian: "I see, I see. My, ah-- my other employer is like this, too. I stayed there with her, for a while. It is a kind thing to offer." Flora Valerian: (the legend of barengar and the stout stout concludes) Odile Delacroix: "Less kind when you consider they pay for it via their membership," shrugging she hopped down, carefully landing on her good leg. "I'm afraid I'm not /that/ kind."

Barengar Armsbreaker Flora Valerian Ghalleon Helseth Odile Delacroix Eroich Koren Tristram Greythorne Caithe Faulkner Jancis Milburga

Jan 25 2018

[valanthius-xiv]

“That awkward moment when you are about to hug someone sexy as hell and then you hit the mirror.”

// @enlakertuh

[nightmaze]

There is a friend I would like to thank for what they did for me when I was in a situation I thought I would never managed to get out. This friend was at first anonymous and I hoped that somehow they would end to tell me who they are so I could properly thank them. When I asked them if I could do anything for them, they answered that they didn’t want anything else but me to be out of the situation I was at the time and that they would rather help me than sitting on something that would make my life better and do nothing with it.

I am not ok with the idea of not doing anything to thank them. They were so generous and their words touched me so deeply that even now, thinking of that, I’m just sobbing like an idiot which makes pretty hard to see my keyboard and not do too many typos. But it’s ok.

So, @nyaore, my friend, I will not let your gesture, your kindness towards me be unknown. While I will not say a word of what you did, I want people to know that you’re someone with such a generous heart that mine aches when I think of those words you told me (and each time I cry, this is getting bad friend). Even though I didn’t pixel in months as it’s so energy costly, I decided to do an avatar for you of Odile (@enlakertuh), that -of course- you’re not forced to use. You’ll notice as well that I am an idiot and decided it was very smart to pick this super easy to draw position of the head as my first real pixel in half a year. Bravo Ilwe, you’re very very smart (or masochist).

I know you said you wanted nothing, but, let me at least gift you with this. This isn’t much, but I hope it shows a little how grateful I am both for your gesture and for your words.

[meandering-mind]

From yesterdays Bazaar :) 

[the-worst-mercenaries]

A Battle of Wills

Blackouts

Odile Delacroix ( @enlakertuh ) leaned her head back with a mild look of malase, a bottle of scotch held aloft within her hand as she stared blankly upon the ceiling. Gone was propriety and the need for a glass as she took yet another swig from the bottle. None of it mattered. Especially not while stuck within the confines of her room.

Sokhatai Mol opened the doors into the room, lurking about the door and watching the woman for a moment as she leaned against the pillar with folded arms. She was quiet, just observing, watching the woman fall deeper and deeper into what she could only describe as despair. She kept by the pillar, eyes a bit narrowed and suspicious. "What happened?" Atleast Soks wasn't totally tactless.

Odile Delacroix slanted her gaze without once moving her head, her green eyes unfocused as she stared at the diminuitive stable keep with an unnerving sort of severity. "Family business, you'll forgive me if I don't elaborate." Another knock of the bottle, then another still before the woman let out a shallow breath and replaced the nearly depleted prize back onto the shelf. "Can I help you?"

Sokhatai Mol watched her for a moment, before stepping closer and settling herself on the crate across from her. The light behind her gave an ominous effect, shrouding her in darkness but giving her a strange aura of light. "Family business ending in bottles of liquor do not usually mean happy things. Do you really wish to hear me kick and scream about your scarred dog you've so considerately put me in contact with or would you rather talk of something else?"

Odile Delacroix narrowed her eyes somewhat sloppily, the drink having had some minor effect on the alcoholic as she settled herself more primly into position. "My scarred dog? Valeriaux ( @autochthonousone ) might very well bark a laugh at that epitaph." A singular quirk of her lips, but nothing more. "Truly, what brings you here this night, Miss Sokhatai?"

Sokhatai Mol shrugged, leaning back on the crate as she watched Odile. There was a different look to her face, a stranger cast, that did not seem all common to her features. "Just as I said, your dearValeriaux. Am I not even allowed a day for peace? Always sniffing at my heels, growling. I've come to ask again that you turn him away, for all the good it will do."

Odile Delacroix offered the most minute of shrugs, her eyes lazily casting over Sokhatai's form as if to try and discern what manner of change had over come here. The cast of her features seemed off and yet she could not quite place it, not with her grief so blurred by drink. "We've been over this Miss Sokhatai. I have no more control over that many than I do the tide. Best I can do is keep you in compliance until his interest has waned or he finds what he's looking for..."

Sokhatai Mol sighed, relenting. She continued to watch Odile with that same sharp-eyed gaze, both curious and gauging. "I suppose, but it didn't hurt to try. Maybe your answer would have been different this time. But, could you yank his leash back? The threats are growing quite tiresome."

"That you assume I own the keys to his leash is both amusing and quite tiresome, Miss. As I stated, I have no more control of that man than I do to stop the snow from falling upon Coerthas." A grimace appeared then as her hands scrubbed into her scalp. "The one oath I share with him, is that I do not interfere."

"You could build a shelter," Sokha persisted, though not in her usual haughty tone. She seemed down right reasonable. "It is difficult for me to adhere to my duties, endure the curse and endure his suspicions. It is a bit over much, even for me."

Odile Delacroix narrowed her eyes, suspicious slowly dawning but snuffed out before it could show upon her features. "For the last time, no.  He's hardly around as it is. Once he is satisifed I shall compensate you rather well, and buy you your own stabling area for the hassle. For now however you must endure."

Sokhatai Mol sighed, leaning back. She was begining to look worn around the edges, but not the ranting screaming harpy. She was absolutely subdued. "If you insist, and I have no other choice. But I am keeping tally. Atleast... atleast I ask that he stays away from the stables. May I have my own space, at the very least?"

Odile Delacroix offered a polite smile, one that showed the advent of her polite and business like nature. "I'll see what I can do, Miss Sokhatai. Though I must say I'm surprised... I was expecting you to be a torrent of emotion over this. In fact I don't think I've ever seen you this quiet... This must really be effecting you."

Sokhatai Mol was all pleasant smiles, listening as Odile voiced her concerns with a shake of her head. "You seem to be enduring your own hardships," she said, almost gently and with some measure of understanding. "Despite my own woes I did not want to worsen things, considering you're sitting alone. In the dark. Drinking what I can only imagine is a startling expensive bottle of alcohol."

"Your concern is noted, though this is mine own cross to bear." The business like persona was helping her cope for the moment it seemed, the easy yet polite smile seemingly permanently etched into her features in spite of how it frayed at the edges. "Do not worry on my account, Miss. I shall survive. I always do."

Sokhatai Mol shrugged, still smiling that odd, gentle smile. "I won't ask you about it, as you seem to not wish to share. But, how about we talk instead of Valeriaux. Perhaps if I gain some measure of understanding of the man I may begin to see him as you do. Perhaps convince him of his folly."

"Perhaps, though I'm surprised once more at how placid you are, Miss Sokhatai... When you're normally a terror, stomping through my room with nary a care for my well being." Green eyes hardened then as she stared the Auri down, finally having enough of this game.

Sokhatai Mol jerked, a hand flying up to her face as Odile spoke. A weight in the room lifted, and it made the smaller auri stagger on her seat on the crate. She was trembling, blinking as she seemed to catch her bearings and almost jumped from her skin when she realized she was staring down Odile. "What?" That harsh edge was back to her voice, the scowl set to her face like its usual permanent mask, but underneath it was fear. Fear and anger.

"So glad you could rejoin us." Odile muttered almost sardonically as she reached back to retrieve the bottle of scotch which she gamely held out for the smaller woman. "I had not one wit left to endure that placcid fakery any longer."

"Now, would you like to explain to me why you came in here all sweetness and care only to change personalities when confronted?"

Sokhatai Mol was quiet for a moment longer, looking around the room. She was trembling, a fine sheen of coating her head and face as she finally looked back at Odile to snatch up the scotch and take a long, coughing pull. "I... I thought it might be more endearing." She finally said after a moment, looking positively baffled. She took another drink, before holding it back out to her, face twisted into a sour expression.

Odile Delacroix sighed as she waved off the drink, motioning for the auri to keep it instead. "Miss Sokhatai... I will not judge you, but I think we both know that you did not in fact attempt tha tin a bid to appear more endearing. Would you like to sit down and take some time to breathe however? Or shall I escort you back to the stables so you can be with your animals?"

Sokhatai Mol kept her white-knuckled grip on the bottle, still shaking a bit as she held it to her. Almost like an anchor to keep her there. "... No. No, I'm alright." She said quietly, relaxing in small degrees. She finally looked up, meeting Odile's eyes with her own hard-edged glare. "That is what I said," she had regained the warmth to her words she seemed to be lacking before. "If you don't want to believe it, that's your own problem. Not mine."

"Of course." The words were easy, yet it was clear that in spite of the soothing tones that the elezen did not believe the statement for a second. Valeriaux would be contacted after this, and her own convictions to stay the course only redoubled in turn. Though she would do her best to be softer towards the woman when she appeared to be in her right mind. "Take care of yourself Miss. If you'd like I can send for the good doctor to give you a nightcap to help you relax?"

Sokhatai Mol looked up, seemingly far more hagard then when she'd first come into the room. She would have resisted such talk, and even now it seemed she had thoughts to do so the way she squinted and scowled at Odile with suspicion and the same wayward look of fear dancing behind her eyes. "Maybe... maybe we should," she finally said after a moment, still clutching at the neck of the bottle.

Odile Delacroix softened her expression somewhat, thoughts of grief torn away as she sought to comfort one of her company members. Soks might not know it, but that afforded her more care and consideration than most on this forsaken continent. "Come then, I'll walk with you and make sure they don't keep you over long." The act of standing seemed hard for her, yet she waved it off with yet another placid expression as she motioned for the other to follow.

Sokhatai Mol followed behind the woman, still clutching at the bottle and taking another drink. She didn't seem like she wanted to let it go any time soon, despite disliking the taste of liquor. "Where are we going?" She asked quietly, suddenly unsure.

"The medical bay, unless you would prefer to go back to the stable." Sensing a potential argument, she held up her hand to forestall any outburst. "I will not force any more drugs upon you, Miss. However as the company manager I am willing to be there to ensure nothing else is added to the nightcap. Where we're going however, is ultimately up to you."

"Maybe you should," the words that came from her mouth seemed to surprise her just as much as they probably did Odile. "There's something... not right." Sokha looked like she wanted to say more, but something was holding her back, shaking her head.

Odile Delacroix tilted her head to the side, her eyes locking with Sokhatai's own. "Do you want me to drug for the night...? Is that what you're asking?" No judgment, simply a question.

Sokhatai Mol nodded slowly. "Aye. The night. Ask... Haralt to care for the animals."

"Come then, let's get you settled in the med bay... I'll send for Haralt as soon as you'e drifted off." Odile Delacroix held open the door as she motioned towards the tall Xaela doctor to come forward.

Sokhatai Mol shifted from foot to foot, still holding the liquor bottle like a security blanket. She was watching the other doctor suspicously, but said nothing else until she turned to look at Odile. "... Have I been acting odd?"

"... You came into my room and kindly asked for me to call Valeriaux off of you, Miss Sokhatai. Which is understandable, if not for the fact that you did it with all the emotion that I usually present during a business meeting. You were... Not yourself to say the least, and then you suddenly snapped back as if a trigger had been flipped."

Sokhatai Mol watched Odile explain silently for a long time, turning and instead sitting on the bed. "I don't remember it," she said in a quiet voice, not the usual posturing of the overconfident woman she was. "... I don't remember alot of things." She shook her head, wrinkling her forehead as she tried to grab at her few memories. "... Valeriaux asked me about children, when I saw him last. I remember he tried to tell me something. Could you ask him what it was?"

"Of course..." There was genuine sympathy on the woman's face then as she motioned in low tones for the doctor to mix the tonic, her eyes straying back to Sokhatai with every few words. "Come then, let's get you comfortable for the night... I won't bar you in here come morning and you'll be free to leave, but for tonight be sure to rest..."

[the-hawkeyes]

Presented without context

@enlakertuh @neekaxiv

[mischiefs-mistress]

SAS: Name three other people that Vielynne would consider inviting in to turn a two-way act into a three-way play?

Rosa Lindelle @rhotano-rose

While certain aspects of Rosa’s personal relationships that Vie is unaware of might make this VERY awkward, she is the first person to make the list. Rosa has a sweet, endearing personality that acts as a great counterpoint to both Revarik and Vielynne. It also offers Vie the security that Rosa would never try to insert herself between them, but act as a natural anchor to keep the trio in check. Also, Vie has a weakness for redheads. Can’t blame a girl.

Neheon Kha @neheon-kha

While they have only gotten to really know each other recently, Neheon has proven to be a good friend and all around good person. Again, there is an echo of confidence that they could function as a triad with all involved more than satisfied. Neheon has been a good friend to Revarik, and as such has earned Vielynne’s respect and a certain level of admiration. That she’s an absolutely gorgeous woman seals the deal.

Odile Delacroix @enlakertuh

Again with the redheads...but seriously. Vie has shared interactions with Odile and Revarik that make her suspect the trio could be a very pleasing idea. Once again, Odile is a woman who has shown a respect for Vielynne and Revarik’s relationship that makes Vie believe she could only add more to the equation rather than take away. Also, who doesn’t love beautiful elezen?

______________

BONUS:

Dominique "Neeka" La'fleur @neekaxiv

This one is a bit more practical. While Neeka and Vie haven’t set off on the best foot, there’s no denying she’s a very attractive woman. Also redhead. The tension between Neeka and Revarik is one Vie has felt for a long time, and all parties could possibly benefit from exploring that in an environment where she has even the illusion of control.

@valanthius-xiv

[themythrilblade]

The Mythril Blade Leve Rotation

March

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QGY8GV_4eqMi4At-OTuh15e2QQda4UCVRKwYCdyKX98/edit

Specific leves may be claimed by LS and FC members prior to March 11th - Please contact Erioch Koren either in game, through tumblr or on discord.

Have an idea for a leve that you’d like to see the Blade undertake? Send us an ask to this tumblr with the details before March 11th and we’ll get it added and credit properly!

As always if you’re interested in the Linkshell don’t hesitate to contact Odile Delacroix, Dominique La’fleur or Erioch Koren either in game or through tumblr.

[seabreezebazaar-blog]

In need of a method to quickly unload your wares? Storage getting a little too full? Mayhaps you are alternatively looking for that perfect accompaniment to your outfit, or a rare weapon to sunder the very skies themselves? Then pray, look no further. We here at the Sea Breeze Bazaar pride ourselves with playing host to whatever your heart might desire!

Where: Moraby Dry Docks - Lower La Noscea

When: September 17th, 2017 - From 5pm EST to 8pm EST.

We welcome anyone regardless of whether or not they wish to be a vendor or a spectator, entertainer or security. This event is designed to actively help foster mercantile RP within our community and businesses of all walks may attend and hawk their wares.

Merchants:

All merchants shall be asked to set their status to ‘Looking For Meld’ in order to better help themselves stand out amongst the ground. You can do this easily by editing your search options!

Note, you do NOT need to contact us to attend as a merchant. We welcome walk ins just as much as those who let us know they’re coming ahead of time.

If you are not a vendor, but rather something of a different sort we will likely not turn you away either. Mercenaries looking for work, employers looking for hires, FC’s wishing to promote their own events, etc - we will allow all of you to ‘hawk’ your wares so long as you bring something fun to the table. We are working on a post to explain this further, but in the mean time contact us if you feel any confusion!

Event Organizers and Guards:

On the other hand, we shall be using ‘Looking For Party’ to ensure that people know where we are and who to talk to if anything comes up. This includes thievery and questionable antics from any attendee. If you do not see one of us moving to handle the problem then simply find one of us and ask. (And just in case we get people trying to troll, you can always contact Odile Delacroix if you have a problem as that character will always be attending the events.)

[witchinghourxiv]

Forging New Alliances

A quarter of the assets proved to be larger than Merie expected, this was going to have a significant impact on her influence in the rest of Eorzea.

Odile Delacroix was a woman who had far surpassed expectations already, a woman who kept her word.

“Axel, I want word sent out to every associate. The Mythril Blades are not only to be protected, but to be given anything they ask for...Yes, anything.”

@enlakertuh

[jancisstuff]

Twelve Days of Snowflake Screenies

Also with ones I stole from tumblr kin: aethersent, andarion, confused adventurer, garlean stalker, elibraddock

[valanthius-xiv]

"What he fails to mention is that he sustains most of these mysterious injuries by pushing his luck too far, and has to do -something- to make up for being an ass."

– Vielynne about Revarik to Odile ( @mischiefs-mistress & @enlakertuh )

[tgreythorne]

￭: If one of your muse’s friends was asked to describe them in a handful of words for a profile on a dating site, what would they say?

“Practically bathes in dirt and seems to use animal blood like paint, yet if you’re of the mind to like those things - he can be entertaining to talk to… Just don’t ask about the yak testicles.” ~Odile Delacroix

“Tall, handsome, mysterious, an’ knows a fine whiskey…what’s not to like? I bet that accent of his makes for one hell of an experienced tongue.” ~ “Neeka” La’fleur

“Avoid his mother at all cost.” ~ Avelyn Firestone

“… well then.  Guess I only be owing Neeka a drink …” ~Tristram Greythorne

((Thanks to @enlakertuh; @neekaxiv; and @the-mage-and-the-monk.  Really.  :p ))

[thegazeofaparisienne]

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L’art contemporain arabe est aujourd’hui quelque peu moins « trendy » pour reprendre l’expression tendance que l’art africain. On ne compte plus aujourd’hui sur la place de Paris le nombre d’expositions consacrées à l’Afrique nouveau continent de l’art, qui emporte les promesses, artistiques et économiques, d’un nouvel Eldorado, autour des deux locomotives que sont le musée Jacques-Chirac – musée du Quai Branly et la fondation Cartier. C’est pourtant oublier un peu vite que le monde arabe mord largement sur l’Afrique (le Maghreb) et que l’islam est la première religion en Afrique. Ces changements d’humeurs – qui doivent être nuancés sur le long terme – sont aussi le reflet des soubressauts du monde arabe contemporain : à l’euphorie – un peu naîve – du monde occidental lors des Printemps arabaes a succédé l’obscurité de l’État islamique et sa politique de terreur, notamment à l’égard de la culture.

  C’est la raison pour laquelle il faut aller voir la foire d’art contemporain de Beyrouth. Organisée depuis 8 ans avec perspicacité et pugnacité par Laure d’Hauteville, avec le concours de soutiens libanais, la BAF (« Beirut Art Fair ») est devenue la référence et le point de passage obligé de l’art contemporain et du desin. Le Liban – et Beyrouth en particulier – ne peuvent être mieux choisis pour incarner le dialogue entre les cultures et constituer la vitirne des talents artistiques du monde arabe, dans sa variété. Comment ne pas saluer la performance politique, économique et artistique d’un pays qui a su préserver la diversité et l’équilibre entre les différentes communautés (chrétiennes, sunnite, chiite et druze), vaccinée après 25 ans de guerre civile ? Il faut également saluer la présence des institutions culturelles françaises, publiques (l’Institut français) ou privées (galeries) dans leur implication dans cette manifestation

Laure d’Hauteville – founder & fair director Beirut Art Fair ©thegazeofaparisienne

Beirut Art Fair ©thegazeofaparisienne

Beirut Art Fair ©thegazeofaparisienne

Un pavillon spécialement consacré aux artistes arabes, « l’Ourouba », qui signifie l’arabité, permet de mettre en valeur l’expression artistique de jeunes peintres. L’espace « Ourouba » en hommage aux artistes arabes était particulièrement réussi le quadrilatère « l’oeil du Liban » dresse un panorama de la création arabe depuis les 15 dernières années. Sous la direction de Rose Issa, avec une mise en perspective du spécialiste de la géo–politique du monde arabe, Georges Corm, Ourouba reflète le convulsions du monde arabe et la vitalité de la création libanaise contemporaine. Le point de départ est le visage enchâssé par des chaussures de George W. Bush Jr, un portrait de Mahoud Obaidi, avec un sous-titre ironique, « Farewell Kiss ». Ayman Baalbaki est très impressionnant avec ses grands formats de ruines, marquées par la guerre civile, qu’il s’agisse d’un avion de ligne brisé par les roquettes sur un aéroport international ou une façade d’immeuble de Beyrouth, ouvert à tous les vents, une forme d’immeuble Yacoubian à lui seul comme un île déserte. Ses compositions sont exreêment colorées, comme pixélisées, avec une résurgence néo-impressionniste. Le rapprochement entre la couleur, vive et gaie, et le thème de la guerre ne peuvent manquer de surprendre.

L’artiste palestinien Abdul Rahman Katanani (soutenu, entre autres par la galerie Magda Danysz) est un artiste charismatique et rayonnant qui éblouit par ses ondulations, mi – sculptures mi – tableaux, en fil de fer barbelé et en tôle obulé. Lauréat du prix Sursock, révélation de la FIAC 2012 à Paris, l’artisite est un condensé de l’histoire du monde palestinien. Il vit dans le camp de réfugiés de Sabra et Chatila, le camp où s’est déroulé le massacre au cours de la guerre de 1982, sous administration de l’UNRWA, l’office des Nations – Unies en charge des réfugiés palestiniens. Ses thèmes sont baignés par la douceur et l’innocence de l’enfance, la jeune fille qui saute à la corde ou l’écume de la vague qui attend son surfeur. Mais ces sujets sont réalisés avec des matériaux pauvres, ceux du camp où il vit, fil de fer barbelé, tôle ondulé, et sont comme une claque de rappel adressé au spectateur et en même temps exprime l’espoir, l’allégresse et la résilience.

L’artiste Abdul Rahman Katanani devant son oeuvre “Wave” 2016. El-Nimer Coll.

Dans le mêm carré se trouvent exposés un tableau de Nadia Saffiedine, sombre et travaillé, avec la matière et l’épaisseur si caractéristiques de l’artiste. Pour terminer la visite, un détour par le musée Sursock s’impose : dans ce palais élégant, miraculeusement préservé de la guerre civile, édifié par Nicolas Ibrahim Sursock,négociant et homme d’affaires qui a légué son palais à la ville de Beyrouth en vue d’y installer une fondation dédiée aux arts du Liban, le spectaculaire plan en caoutchouc de Beyrouth est posé à même le sol. Beyrouth, capitale du Liban et théâtre de conflits sans cesse renouvelés, constitue à n’en pas douter, la pierre angulaire des dernières œuvres de Marwan Rechmaoui. Au fil de ses œuvres il révèle la géographie sociale et politique extrêmement complexe de sa ville. Beirut Caoutchouc, un plan gigantesque méticuleusement sculpté dans du caoutchouc noir montre avec force détails les routes et les soixante quartiers de la ville, Marwan Rechmaoui met ici en exergue la distribution socio-géographique de Beyrouth, révèle son histoire et les schismes qui en ont résulté.

Le travail d’

René Groebli “L’oeil de l’amour #502” 1953 Galerie Esther Woerdehoff – France

revisite les chefs–d’oeuvre du graphisme du monde arabo–musulman classique, les Mâqamâts d’al-Harîrî (XIIIème siècle) conservés à la Bibliothèque nationale. Même ceux qui ne connaissent pas l’origine de l’oeuvre se remémorent l’iconogrpahie qui a servi à illustrer les chapitres des manuels d’histoire de collège sur l’Islam, avec Kalîla wa Dimna. Les Mâqamâts (« séances ») sont le récit picaresque d’un vagabond, dont les aventures reflètent fidèlement la société abbasside de son temps. L’artiste, Abed El Kadiri, s’est directement inspiré des manuscrits conservés à la BNF. La richesse picturale et visuelle des illustrations en sont le reflet fidèle, sur de grands tableaux à l’huile et au fusain. Mais l’actualité contemporaine exerce une fascination et une contagion morbide sur le tableau avec, en arrière–plan, les profanations culturelles de Daech. L’artiste revisite ainsi le concept de l’iconoclasme et d’anicionisme avec cette perspective de fuite sur les destructions de l’Etat Islamique, qui apparaissent au fusain, dans une couleur qui en souligne l’aspect régressif et répressif. L’artiste vit et travaille à Beyrouth.

Mahmoud Obaidi “Farewell kiss” 2012 Ramzi & Saeda Dalloul Art Foundation

Nada Sehnaoui “To Sweep” 2011 MACAM collection

Mohamed Monaiseer “Dictionary” 2014

Maria Gimeno Installation view, Every Day an Artist” 2013-2017. Gowen Contemporary. Switzerland

La BAF a l’originalité, de par la volonté de ses créateurs, de mêler les aires géographiques pour mieux en souligner l’ouverture et la diversité. Il ne s’agit plus d’uniformité ou d’européo–centrisme mais du désir d’élargir les questionnements et les points de vue. Ainsi la galerie Esther Woerdehoff propose le travail rare de René Groebli, photographe suisse, qui a été découvert et exposé par Alfred Steichen, curateur de l’exposition du MOMA, « The Family of Man » (1955). Ses tirages rares subliment et célèbrent le coprs de sa femme dans un voyage photographique amiureux et sensuels, « L’Oeil de l’Amour », comme un clin d’eil l’oeil du photographe. Certaines photos ne peuvent laisser penser qu’au travial fin et subtil de peintres comme Ingres, l’Odalisque, ou Degas. Ce photographe, à l’expression presque bressonnienne, dévoile dans les jeux de noir et blanc la sensualité et l’éloge d’amour adressé à son épouse. Ce poème photographique constitue le plus bel hommage de l’artiste à l’amour et à sa femme.

Mohamed Monaiseer “Dictionary” 2014 Mashrabia Gallery of Contemporary Art – Egypt

La Maison de la plage présente Othmane Taleb. « Drôle de nom » pour une galerie direz-vous ? Car cette galerie ne souhaite pas en être une, sans doute par le souci de s’affranchir des canons classiques du marché de l’art, si prégnant qu’il en devient un moule préfabriqué. Son inspiratrice et initiatrice, Hajer Hazzouz, présente Othmane Taleb, avec sa série de graphite, noir et blanc, dans le style des Pièta occidentales, avec le remploi de scènes du métro new-yorkais. « Misericordiam III » semble ironique, avec ses dos d’odalisques couchées et éplorées où Delacroix et la fin de Sardanapale transparaissent. Le dessin est très réussi et apparaît comme une parabole adressée au spectateur, éberlué et perdu dans la lecture de son plan, dans la perplexité d’un choix philosohique entre « Heaven » (le Paradis) ou « Exit ».

La Maison de la Plage- TunisieDirector Hajer Hazzouz

Il était difficile de ne pas conclure par la belle calligraphie de Rachid Koraïchi, artiste algérien, qui illustre « le Prophète » de Khalil Gibran. Ses dessins sont une subtile alliance de Calligrammes à la manière de Guillaume Apollinaire et de la calligraphie traditionnelle arabe. Le chef-d’œuvre de Khalil Gibran, Le Prophète, serait aujourd’hui le livre le plus lu après la Bible. Rien qu’en France, pas moins de cinq traductions sont disponibles, et des dizaines de millions d’exemplaires ont été vendus à travers le monde. Sa philosophie est simple, intemporelle et universelle : ce que l’homme a de plus divin en lui, c’est « l’émerveillement qu’il a devant la vie ». L’exposition, dont Pascal Odille est le commissaire, fait ainsi dialoguer les dessins de Khalil Gibran pour la 1ère édition en langue anglaise du « Prophète » (1923), avec les dessins de Roachid Koraïchi, qui reprend sous la forme calligraphique, les questions et les réponses de l’oeuvre.

La Beirut Art Fair illustre ainsi la liberté politique et de création qui existe aujourd’hui au Liban, l’une des rares démocraties du monde arabe, avec son kaléidoscope de communautés et de confessions. La liberté qui règne aujourd’hui dans les rues de Beyrouth est ce qui frappe le plus. L’ouverture politique dont jouit le Liban retentit ainsi sur la création artistique, où la capitale libanaise attire comme un aimant les jeunes artistes de la région qui revendique la liberté de pouvoir créer. Pour ceux qui ont manqué la foire cette année, une seconde chance se présente à eux avec les 30 ans de l’Institut du monde arabe. Car, Qu’ils en profitent donc, pour patienter pour l’édition 2018, pur admirer les moucharabiehs en fonctionnement de Jean Nouvel et savourer quelques mezze au pavillon Noura sur le toit de l’IMA après avoir vu la nouvelle exposition Chrétiens d’Orient.

Bruno et Florence Soulie

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Musée Sursock rénové par Jean-Michel Wilmotte et Jacques Abou Khaled.  https://sursock.museum/

Sursock Museum – Beirut ©thegazeofaparisienne

Bureau de Nicolas Sursock avec son portrait par Kees Van Dongen

Abed Al Kadiri “2015 february 26th” Sursock Museum

  Palais de Beiteddine

Beiteddine

Beiteddine

Beiteddine ©thegazeofaparisienne

  Byblos, l’ancienne cité phénicienne. Visiter son château bâti par les croisés au XIIe siècle

Byblos ©thegazeofaparisienne

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Byblos – théâtre antique ©thegazeofaparisienne

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The Mythril Blade Leve Rotation

January Part Two

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Specific leves may be claimed by LS and FC members prior to January 28th - Please contact Erioch Koren either in game, through tumblr or on discord.

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