Private Tales Differences Big And Small

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Poke, poke, poke, Ispir was a funny drunk, so Ruka's thoughts went. Thinking it all adorable, she watched as he rubbed his nose and fixed his cap and poked her arm and half-hugged himself. The raki was already warming his belly very well! Good for him! Ruka knew well it took a lot of raki (and a lot of silver!) for her to become fun drunk; ogre-made swill got her drunker faster, and cost less, but had an awful taste.

"Do not fearing! I do go with you; I am wanting to see, but also to keeping you safe if the musicing is not enough. And I can putting you on my shoulders too, if we are needing to."

Ruka's eyes glittered with wonder. She took hold of the near-finished bottle of raki and half-lifted it, saying before she would drink the rest, "Imagining if it is true, if beasts can be soothing with lyre or flute or drum! Maybe it is not true all the time, but even some of the time being...wow! Very amazing! Music can do what muscle cannot! I am very curious to see!"

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Ispir would nod perhaps a few too many times at Ruka's words. His mind bubbly in a fun way and not the sicky way. Slowly rising from his chair Ispir would circle the table and, hiccupping a soft chirp of a noise, would gently take one of Ruka's hands in both of his own. Grinning a massive grin up at her as he tugged at her.

"Yeeeees. C'mooon then Ruka! I be-.... bet I can play something to knock your socks off!"

Ispir would titter a small, uneven giggle before blinking and squinting his eyes up at Ruka uncertainly.

"W-Wait... do you even wear socks?"

It never occurred to the inebriated bard to simply look down and check even as he continued to try and lead Ruka out of the bar for their promised adventure!

Ruka Kargatal​
 
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Ruka would have stood at Ispir's prompting, but instead she gasped, and she reflexively wrenched her hands (even as Ispir was holding and tugging at one of them) to her chest, clapping them to the brass torque she wore in a grand gesture of wonder.

"You can playing me out of my socks!?"

A pause, and her smile and genial added in some informative tone, and she answered:

"Oh yes! I am wearing socks!"



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Ruka was very big.

Ruka was very strong.

Ispir, by contrast, is very small and very light.

As Ruka pulled her hands toward herself she brought Ispir with them quite easily. Up over the table but, surprised by suddenly being turned into a human projectile, Ispir's grip would release and he would slide from Ruka's grasp. As Ruka confirmed she was, in fact, wearing socks Ispir confirmed that the floor was, in fact, very hard and painful to land on. Flopping beside the bar face-down and groaning for a moment before calling back to Ruka in a muffled, pained voice.

"I'm okay!"

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Ruka Kargatal​
 
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"Oops!" said Ruka, truly noticing Ispir's plight after mentioning that she was wearing socks. "I was not meaning to do that!"

She stood up. "But you are okay, and that is being good! Let me fixing the mess I have making!"

Ruka squatted down and clutched his sides and with an excess of ease lifted him and set him on his feet once more. "Very good. Come, Ispir! I must going to my home, and fetching my battleaxe, and other things we will be needing for some travel."

The best place to go looking for bears would be to the north, in the forested foothills of the spine. Most of the times bears were a big surprise, showing up when one was not looking for nor wanting to see them; funnily, even if she and Ispir were looking for them, they might not be lucky in the first days. Food and snacks would be needed! And other things. But food and snacks! Ogres were nothing if not possessed of mighty stomachs.

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Upon being lifted back to his feet Ispir would shake his head and blink his eyes, his vision clearing after a moment. Once his twin tails had stopped swaying from the motions anyways. Rubbing his eyes to finish clearing his head Ispir would glance up at Ruka Kargatal as she mentioned going home to retrieve her battleaxe. A sentiment that made the idea of searching out a bear seem much less terrifying.

Nodding his head Ispir would smile and take Ruka's hand, or at least, grip her much larger hand with his as best he could. His smile would turn into a cheeky grin as he met Ruka's gaze and nodded.

"Alright Ruka, lead the way! And don't worry, I'll keep you nice and safe."

He would giggle good-naturedly, cheeks blooming with the remnants of his inebriated happiness. He had no idea where Ruka lived, after all, and was perhaps still a bit out of it from his crash landing and lingering buzz.​
 
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"I am liking your spirit, Ispir!" said Ruka, and off they went.

Gild, by and large, had a unified look to it, the work of many skilled masons—humans, dwarves, and, yes, even ogres too—over the course of its long history. Tall buildings with tall doors, colors of white and beige and stonegray all in accordance with the local building materials, rooves of red tile topping many of the constructions.

But in Ogre Row things were different, and intentionally so. Ruka herself told the story to Ispir: that some years after the Mountain Ogres, under King Andreas Gildal's mercy, joined the Jemaat, Chief Holghguun struck a deal with the King, that his ogres be given a plot within the city to live in memory of their ancestral ways, if they so wished to live as such. With some stipulations, King Andreas consented, and thus the colloquially named Ogre Row was made.

Here instead of permanent fixtures, those houses and shops of mostly human and dwarven make, huge semi-permanent yurts filled the Row, great tents made from great beasts felled by mighty ogre hands, leather and bone testifying to these deeds both ancient and recent. The low rumble of heavy footfalls of plentiful ogres made for a chorus either soothing or frightening—Ruka herself didn't even notice it anymore, if ever she did. Fires crackled in the centers of great circles of yurts, their smoke rising and riding the breeze above the sea of tents, and ogres roasted fresh meat from their hunters and their herders over these blazes. Yet, even for all the immensity of the residents and their constructions, still there were a few barren plots here and there, places were a yurt once was.

And Ruka mentioned this as they walked: "But some ogres now are becoming like city-folk. Many are preferring to worshipping Big Man Regel over Big Man Threshkuul. I am told my ancestors were nomading, but we who are Gildan ogres are not nomading, not anymore. Things change! But I am having two hearts about this. One is happy, one is sad." She looked as though she might have confused herself, and so she asked, "Do you know what I am saying, Ispir?"

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Ispir would scamper along beside Ruka, glancing up politely at his new friend as she recounted the tale of how her people had come to be part of Gildish society. The architecture they passed by was lovely, all arches and fine stonework, and the yurts and gatherings of the ogres were also a spectacle to behold. Different, certainly, but possessing a charm that tugged at Ispir's own nomadic yearning for adventure and freedom intensely.

As Ruka lamented the troubles of her people Ispir would purse his lips in thought and looked around again, but this time he truly LOOKED, rather than observed. Ogre row was a community unto itself, for seemingly better and worse, and the rumbling that Ruka did not seem to mind made walking steadily a bit of a challenge for Ispir himself. Thankfully he was light on his feet and adapted easily but there was certainly a bit of that same question Ruka posed reflected by her people.

The ogres around seemed... uncertain what to do with those empty plots. To put them to some sort of use or preserve them in case their kin came back. That seemed to be at least one discussion about them. Elsewhere, at the edge of Ogre Row, the open flames of the ogres both served their community in allowing them to roast their food, but the sea breeze seemed to carry that smoke right into some neighboring stone houses. Leading to a woman using a long mop to scrub the side of her house from the haze of ash and smoke residue that clung to the stone. The rumbling and open smoke also seemed to be have most non-Ogres give the Row a wide berth and Ispir pursed his lips in thought before giving his reply.

"Yes. It's.... odd. Change is not always bad or good. Your people found somewhere they belong. Which is wonderful!"

Ispir smiled up at Ruka before tilting his head in consideration.

"But... I mean.... you could tell me I guess; does being in Gild like this make some of them feel... cramped?"

Ispir shook his head to set his twin tails swooshing.

"I know I couldn't stay in one place forever, that's for sure. I like to travel and experience new music and places too much! Like meeting you!"

A positively beaming smile was given up at Ruka at that last sentence.

Ruka Kargatal​
 
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