Recent content by Damaste Meko

The swarthy tavern keeper raised an eyebrow at her. "If you wanna talk to em, just ask one O these bodyguards he's got posted around. Never goes anywhere without em." He went back to scrubbing the bar, dismissing her. One of the heavily armored guards stepped forward, speaking in the eastern...

Damaste Meko was finally able to relax. He rented the best room at the most expensive tavern he could find in Alliria and finally rested on some form of quality mattress. He had only been in the city for a day and already found it quite a challenge to find ways to relax, there was a constant...

He chuckled at the crude reaction, he expected no less from a Westerner. But introductions were made so he returned the favor. "Damaste Meko." He then turned to one of the guards and spoke in their native tongue. >"Give him your flask."< The guard reached to the small clay pot on his belt...

"Sake and Amazake, for a taste of the market. We make our alcohol mostly from rice and other grains. Sake is a rice wine and very popular in my country." He looked a bit skeptically at the food as he pulled his ornate chopsticks from inside his robes. He poked the fish and the stewed vegetables...

After he was finished with his fit of coughing he took another swig, he coughed once but settled down, then he burst into clear ringing laughter, "This certainly is a brutish drink! I think it lends itself nicely to the culture here." He took another drink, this time he didn't cough. He set the...

The guard allowed him to pass but kept a sharp eye on his every move. Meko didn't seem to notice or even care. He slid the Jian out of the sheath as he stood up, with far less caution for suddenly movements. He then presented the hilt to the older man as he picked up the hilt of the sword on...

He didn't even open his eyes when the older man approached, a guard blocked his path before he came too close but didn't block them from speaking. He spoke loudly enough for others to hear, the smirk still never left his face. "It's called a Jian. Twenty-two inches, two pounds steel blade honed...

The belligerent man came stumbling out of the tavern and fell in the dust, his face would have landed on Meko's boot if he hadn't lifted his foot as the man crashed to a halt. He set his foot down on the drunk's head, keeping him down for a moment longer. The shouted warning came, this place...

It was becoming increasingly common for the Junks of Eastern merchants and traders to come and sell their wares to the cities of the western continent. But it was odd for an entire fleet of them to suddenly arrive in the Allirian Strait asking permission of the council to bring their cargo...