Aclidia To the Vineyards

The wind and rain howl all night long. At times it sounds like some watery fiend is trying to break down the door, or rip the roof from tavern to get at the inhabitants with in. Beasts huddle closer together that night in the tavern, with their friends, with their family, even the villainous looking vermin huddle next to their woodlander counterparts, finding the pressence of others comforting against the storm outside.

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The wind and rain howl all night long. At times it sounds like some watery fiend is trying to break down the door, or rip the roof from tavern to get at the inhabitants with in. Beasts huddle closer together that night in the tavern, with their friends, with their family, even the villainous looking vermin huddle next to their woodlander counterparts, finding the pressence of others comforting against the storm outside.

But like all things even the storm must come to an end. By morning the land is still darkened due to cloudy weather, a series of lightning flashes expose the heart of the storm as it moves inland to the east. There is a slight drizzle but the roads are good enough to travel, even though they are littered with fallen trees, branches, bits of houses, and even somethings coughed up by the sea.

The night has been mostly restless for Abel, the fierceness of the storm having kept him awake mostly. He gets up as early as he can dare, intending to set out and hopefully reach the vineyard before nightfall. He most certainly did not wish to be caught out on the road after dark, though for now, he had the whole day ahead of him.

The dirt road has been turned into deep soaking mud that seems to cling to a beasts paws up to their ankles. The air is humid but chilled. The waves to the west still churn angirly even after the majority of the storm has passed. Taking a step out of the tavern Pello feels his food paw sink into the muddy road way. It doesn't seem to bother the big monitor lizard too much. Oles however seems to be having some trouble, not wanting to really get his foot paws dirty.

"Heading down to your vineyards I see?" The pot bellied pole cat gingerly steps onto a piece of the roof that has been blown off the tavern.

Abel stops short, and turns to observe the two. "Why yes, yes I am. As per my Master's orders. I am to manage his family's holdings for a few months, and then return to Aclidia. Why do you wish to know?"

Pello turns to his manager with a raised eyebrow, "Why /do/ we want to know?" Oles chuckles, "See, this is why I'm the brains of this outfit." Then to the squirrel he says, "Mostly out of curiosity...curiosity if they need some entertainment down in those parts. It takes money to enter the areana and live. Equipment, healers, food, it all adds up. So..." Pello rubs at his eyes as he finishes for him, "DO you think they have any jobs open for a big gladiator to do. Oles, leave the poor squirrel alone. We are going two seperate ways even."

The pole cat hisses, "Hey! We need the money! Or have you forgotten how much it costs to keep your tubby gut full and well fed you-" what ever he was going to call the lizard is lost as the pole cat loses his balance and falls face first into the muddy road.

The squirrel frowns. "I have no idea, sir, but if I had to guess, I'd say no. It's a vineyard, not a circus, sir."

Pello leans forward and picks up the fallen pole cat by the scruff of his shirt. Setting him on his feet the monitor lizard says as he dusts off his manager, "I guessed as much. You take care though little squirrel. If you ever get back to the city look me up. Shouldn't be too hard. I'll be a big gladiator by then." Oles wipes mud from his eyes, "Yeah yeah, what he said..."

Abel hmms to himself. "You know... Sometimes they force poor slaves like me to fight the gladiators like you to the death in the arena..." Boy, he's a cheery fellow.

The big monitor lizard pauses to think about this. It's a thought he hasn't considered before. He opens his mouth to reply but promptly shuts it again. Oles, having cleaned himself off to a reasonable degree chuckles nervously, "Er, yes...all part of the game I'm afraid." He turns to the monitor lizard and gestures him to follow, "Travel safe then squirrel." Pello nods, "Yeah...hope to see you again at the Arena sometime. Well, not IN the arena but outside it and-"

"Pello." Oles says bluntly, "Y-yes Oles?"

"Be quite." The monitor lizard sighs and resigns himself to simply waving good bye to the squirrel.

Abel stands still. "Oy, did I say goodbye yet? I think you two could provide me some valuable help. I don't trust the safety of this road, perhaps you could accompany me at least half way to my destination, as a sort of, uh... Body guard? On the way, we can discuss the delightfully charming matter of you fighting slaves..."

Both beasts pause in step. They quickly exchange glances then turn to the squirrel. "I see no problem with that." The shifty eyed pole cat drums his claws together. "Sure thing, if you're paying for food and drink." Pello tries to smile in a friendly way as he rubs the back of his neck. He is just looking forward to talking about fighting slaves in the arena /so/ much...

Pello (ME)

Pello 'RazerClaw' Vlahakis stands the average height for a member of his species, which means he still towers over others. His scales are smooth and soft to the touch, colored red with a black stripe pattern running down the course of his back.

The reptile has the body of one who takes the time to work out to keep themselves fit rather than gain their strength through manual labor. His body has a muscular appearance with a healthy degree of flesh around his middle and tail. His scales often glisten in the sun due to the oils he puts on them.

The monitor is currently dressed in an array of armor and weaponry. His shoulder is covered by a iron shoulder pad with a trio of brass spikes. A fox skull adorns the top of the lizards head like a helmet with several feathers tied to the back of it. His chest is covered by a thick bronze breast plate. His back and belly are left exposed.

To further the appearance of a barbarian mongrel the warrior wears a fox skin loin cloth that hangs down to his knees both in front and behind with a hole in the back to accommodate his tail. THe belt that holds it up is decorated in ferret skulls.

As for weapons they vary from battle to battle. Usually he is seen with a bronze trident, a custom made weapon with an iron spike fixed to the end of the shaft.

Oles (Puppet)

Oles Milas is slightly short for a polecat. He is young, in his mid 13th season. His fur is mostly dark black with a shade of red fur running down his sides from his arms to his upper legs. A patch of white fur begins on his chest and ends at the top of his belly. His sleek figure is broken by a rounded belly and he clothes himself in light brown robes. They were expensive at one time but have begun to fade in color over time.

Able

Abel is a young squirrel slave, with chestnut fur and brown eyes, and missing half his left ear. He has "FB" branded on his left shoulder, signifying his owner is Flavius Baro.