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Promising
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Guess Who is Back?
posted February 14, 2010 08:17 PM

Al'Quil yawned and decided that he should get himself some sleep, but...
He unsheated his axe and looked at it. It had been awhile since it had been in a smith, so why not make the smithy work on it while he had some sleep. So Al'Quil walked out of the tavern and headed to the smithy.
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lucky_dwarf
lucky_dwarf


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Visiting
posted February 15, 2010 07:41 PM
Edited by lucky_dwarf at 19:44, 15 Feb 2010.

((the name of my necromancer is Fabian Ryle, A.K.A. Father Fabian.

The whirl of flame and the yells of battle filled the air, his skin burned where the flaming butterfly had hit the skin. The wound was and inch deep and the blood ran freely. He strangely felt no pain, only determination. He dragged himself on the ground, closer, closer, away from the battle. But the world grew dark with each inch that he withdrew from the battlefield. As blackness gathered at the edge of his vision, and as meaningless sound filled his ears, Fabian fainted.

The rain that soon followed the close of the battle. The beasts withdrew into the wilderness, possibly to celebrate they're victory over the forces of man.

The rain would cause him pain far greater in the long run. While his changes of surviving a wound inch deep were slim any hope was nulled by the loss of body heat. In the silence of the battlefield Fabians heart beat.

Beat. Beat. Beat.

Internally his body struggling to keep blood pumping. His breath was constricted, lesser and lesser amounts of air were being transported. And his heart skipped a beat, and in that critical moment his subconscious sent out a last desperate gamble.

The inner reserves of mana stored in the crevices of the brain were drained out and converted into blood cells, with magic instead of air. Organs now worked harder, while several converted mana cells spilled through the open wound, speeding the process of closing the breach.

As new life was being pumped through the body of Fabian, the flesh of the wound blackened, and started to seal itself.

Soon Fabian woke, not undead per say, but in the works. The blood would remain in circulation, steadily converting his flesh to a hardened and blackened version.

Fabian knew immediately why he was awake, when he was on the brink of death. He scrambled from the mud and checked his wound. It was black as smoke, and rough like hundreds of little stones.

He had hoped his priest training would counter this from happening, that his lichdom would not start at all while still collecting on immortality. Well, so much for that, but his lich transformation would requite double the normal time.

“No use crying after spilled milk” Fabian told himself as he got up and immediately was struck by fear.

“The Scroll! Where is it!?” Fabian thought running through the rain, searching his previous tent, for any sign of the scroll. However there was nothing. It had either been stolen or burned to ash.

As he was convinced nothing was there for him here he made his way out of the camp, but not before spotting a figure lying face down in the dirt.

It was that blasted sprite! Was it? It must be! Fabian turned over the figure to see the full extent of her injuries. She was dead as a stone, magic could not heal a stake in the neck. For a moment Fabian felt pride at what his henchmen had done. Snapping out of his revelry Fabian walked to the camps edge and followed the path out of the forest. The nearest city was Athkathla and the road would lead him to it, and with less sleep required than normal, he would reach it before two days went by.
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Counting the keys now in his possession. He still had 4 keys left to dish out, and with no prospect of finding them through such a dense crowd of morning workers, Huld headed back to the bar to see if any of the gang meandered to there on they're own.

The walk down the coblestone road leading to the bar was uneventful. Huld was small enough not to be noticed by the crowd and he had been eavesdropping on the conversation of two maids with the residue from the days washing being carried by a small wooden tub.

“Did you hear of that bloody thief that's been steering up trouble lately?  He's done it again, this time the bakers place was ransacked, 2 bags of his grain, stolen. Andraste knows what they could use grain for! But of course the baker keeps his money with him all the time.” “Maybe he just sold it to another baker?” “Now don't be silly, who would risk buying stolen grain? Getting your thumb cut off just for that!”

Soon the crowd thinned and Huld walked down the alley by the tanners, turned the corner and went in the bar. The sage wizard was there, with a few patrons who seemed to have lost their jobs to the habit of drinking.

“Hey Ethan, I have a key for your room, I think it was on the second floor, do you happen to know where lizard boy and our esteemed nun have wandered off to?”

((After you awnser you can say that you want to come look for them too and Il say yes.))
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AlkarRahn
AlkarRahn


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Divine Arcanist
posted February 17, 2010 08:16 AM

Ethan looked down, at the small one. He hadn't noticed him approach him, and was wondering what child had just now tried to get his attention. He then realized it was Huld. He took the key that was offered to him.

"The lizard and the nun? No, I have not seen them. Though, I would guess they are in a dark alley, or at the local temple, based on those titles. It is a little dull here, so I may as well go find them with you. It would be something to do."
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Keksimaton
Keksimaton


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Talk to the hand
posted February 18, 2010 04:38 PM
Edited by Keksimaton at 16:38, 18 Feb 2010.

Quote:
"Please drop by my manor near Athkathla, it will be worth your while."
It's about time to get some answers. Jeremy dressed up again and went downstairs, back to the bar. Jeremy noted how the stairs had a satisfying thump to them, no creaks to be heard. The busy innkeeper had to be called a few times before Jeremy could grab his attention: "Excuse me, but are the any manors around here?" "One that's just a bit off the road. Why?" The suspicient innkeeper asks. "Oh, uhhh... A cousin of mine works for a Cromancer that supposedly lives nearby," Jeremy lied. "Oh, yes lord Cromancer. An awful nice gent. Has a few sligthly suspicious guests popping by now and then, but it's not like he loiters about with the dead... Oh yes, you just go out the west gate and you'll see a fork leading you to the manor," After such great directions, Jeremy thanks the barkeep before turning his tail and leaving the counter. He stops by a corner of the bar to think this through. However jeremy was sure, that wether or not he goes there, he would be in a lot of trouble.
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lucky_dwarf
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Visiting
posted March 06, 2010 11:51 PM

As soon as Huld left with Ethan he asked him.

“What do you know about this place? Its certainly very different from the southern cities. Any idea why?”

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Somewhere else in the city, the previous night.

-

Fabian had crept past the guards who were busy dealing with a rabid dog he had sent their way.

The night had held moonlight on him like a flashlight so as to bother his attempts to go unnoticed. The moon godess often went out of her way to make sure that vulnerable criminals got little protection from her. And Fabian was no exception. His venture into the undead practices was considered by the moon godess as a crime, even if necromancy is distasteful, it is not formally banned.
The local population still holds it as deeply wrong and will burn any necromancer in sight.
Fabian believed this himself, the reason why he had undertaken special training, the reason why he gave himself up for... for...
Fabian pushed this realization out of his mind. For the moment he was not safe, not only while in the open, but the night. He crept along the alleys on the alert for patrols. He had dashed several times for a crevice between buildings to avoid a guard or two. In time he found a slum, it was the best shelter he could find and with the guards patrolling so dutifully, he would be caught if he were to continue sneaking around.
He could feel his master tugging at his mind, purple ash started to drift past his eyes. A dark figure started to formulate in front of him. Black robes, long gray hair, an icon of Gorath, the first necromancer... Fabian knew immediately who it was and repressed the intruder with his mind. The purple ash dissipated, and the fires of retribution flared in his mind. Fabian's master had faded. Now that he had entered lichdom he would have more and more encounters. In his old life Fabian's priest training had kept him safe from any attempts made at reading his mind, even if he was still forced to follow his orders. Now that he had more in common with the person reading his mind, it was easier to communicate telepathically and reading mind...
Any information that has been recently brought back in ones mind can be replayed by a skilled necromancer. Thus thought suppression is an essential skill when warring with other petty necromancers.
Fabian slumped over in a huddle and drifted in a dangerous sleep, where his mind was a warring place and information is thrown around in your head with no consequence, and anyone who can concentrate long enough in the sleeping mind to wind through a series of memories and not pass out from the feat, could acquire potentially deadly information.

((my plan is to have fabian go to his sisters house in the countryside of Athalka only to find that the (main)necromancer(whats his name?) is there and is going to force him into service by burning his necrotic mark into his arm, therefore allowing full access to thoughts, location and can thus be tracked easily.

What was he doing for the necromancer? Bribing orcs with slaves in order to allow safe passage for us.

What is he doing now? Getting enough money/food to visit his sister.

p.s. i was going to flesh out the convo between me and Ethan but akhl and I havent yet set up an appointment of some kind to develop the discussion.

Feel free to pursue your own character arcs as you wish.))
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AlkarRahn
AlkarRahn


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Divine Arcanist
posted March 24, 2010 05:09 AM

Ethan thinks back to the last time he was even near this place. Not a whole lot of information from that time he could use to answer the question presented to him. Though, what was around, and the lack of it, could say much for its current state.

"Well, I would guess that they are different, due to the orcs that are around. They do not have as much access to other towns. No...diplomacy, and less hostilities. Aside from those orcs, that is. The occasional bandit band too, I suppose. This place would make for a good place to hide away though, I must admit. If you were not to use the natural world to do so."
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Keksimaton
Keksimaton


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Talk to the hand
posted April 09, 2010 04:19 PM

The road split into a rugged cobblestone road just as the bartender had said. It seemed that the road had seen lot of traffic in its days but it lay forgotten in the shade of an old sign saying: "To Cromancer Mansion." Jeremy took his first steps on the stones and was well on his way.

The tought of meeting the necromancer face to face sent chills down Jeremy's spine, but something kept him from turning back. Wether a sick sense of curiosity or burning resolve to find answers, Jeremy couldn't tell.

The rural scenery passed by quickly and what Jeremy would've expected to be a fortress of doom, turned out a regular mansion standing on a green hill. Clean windows, white walls and a black roof. Very stylish indeed. Almost feeling disappointed by the classy taste of the evil necromancer, Jeremy walked up to the front door. He hesitated to knock as if the door might bite his fingers off. Lucky for Jeremy the door opened even without knocking but not on its own. "Ah, yes! You must be Jeremy. Step right in, lord Cromancer is expecting you," Said a manservant holding the door open as he welcomed the baffled Jeremy. This servant was no slave, but a free man, paid well for organising the household. "Follow me please, Lord Cromancer is waiting for you in the sitting room."

The inside of the mansion looked very much like the place Jeremy visited in his last dream of the necromancer, but something was different. It wasn't cold and ominous at all. Yet it seemed so clean sweeped, as if the house had forgotten the existence of dust and dirt. Jeremy couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it kept bothering him.

The manservant opened the door to the sitting room. There was a man in there sitting - facing the other way. "Lord Cromancer, your guest has arrived."
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Guess Who is Back?
posted April 22, 2010 04:47 PM

Al'Quil suddenly stopped on his way to old Gill and mumbled "Something is wrong. I can smell it!"
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Keksimaton
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Talk to the hand
posted April 22, 2010 11:59 PM

"Why hello! You must be Jeremy," said the man, now approaching Jeremy with a threath of hugging. "It's so nice to finally meet you, oh I was beginning to think you were dead. Not that it would've been a hinderance," this very strange man continued with his sugary voice. As arms of friendly intent wrapped around Jeremy, he realised two things: This man wasn't the necromancer lord and it was a mistake to have come here.

The manservant was off getting tea when the man sat Jeremy down on a comfy chair. "Tea will be arriving shortly, not an easy to come by commodity around these parts you know. Bandits have been robbing traders carrying it you see." "I'm sorry sir, but who exactly are you?" Jeremy asked this stranger who then laughed. "Ahaha! I'm Lord Nicholas Edmund Cromancer of course, you silly goose." A beautiful woman walked in, wearing a dress. "Ah! That's my wife, Lady Natalia Edna Cromancer. Please, greet our guest my dear!" The lady sat down on Jeremy's petrified lap, put her arms around his neck and cawwed: "Hello there luv'!" Things were getting very uncomfortable.
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Oscarius
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*sleepy*
posted April 27, 2010 09:51 PM

Shalan lay in "his" room trying to reflect on that dreaded cold. The farther north they had come, the colder it had become. He was not built for this kind of weather and even in this room, with a fire downstairs he still hadn't gotten the cold out of his body. He had barely spoken to anyone during this part of the journey, just the basic stuff about food and the alike...

He had followed Robert after they had entered the town, staying in the background and had taken a key as soon as possible, and now he lay here, he really should unpack his few possessions and dry them...but he was so cold. It wasn't really dark yet and he was a bit hungry, but he needed the sleep more than anything else now. Maybe, when he woke up, he would be a little warmer.

(OOC: I'm not sure if it's THAT cold where we are now (side-effect of inactivity. ) and this post won't do much to bring the storyline further, but atleast I have some kind of idea what we're doing and I will post more in the future.)
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Keksimaton
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Talk to the hand
posted April 29, 2010 11:38 PM
Edited by Keksimaton at 23:39, 29 Apr 2010.

"Oh, there was a letter for you Jerry! May I call you Jerry? I knew you wouldn't mind!" The man blathered on when he handed Jeremy a sealed envelope. "Please do read it. It arrived just a moment before you did." Jeremy tried to say thanks, but was too busy trying to shake off the lady and had to do with an aknowledging whimper.

"You are in grave peril. Get out of there at all costs. This man has been attempting to hinder your progress for a while now.

Lord Kelthraias"


At this point no longer being sure if he could even trust his trousers, Jeremy did agree that he should get out. Jeremy started frantically shifting his head, looking for an exit. The man noticed this and asked: "You weren't thinking of leaving, were you?" "I just remembered that I am late for my flute recital," Jeremy answered and got up quickly enough for the lady to recoil at his wake. The window wouldn't open and the lord and lady were about to corner him. "There is no hurry, we'd just like to have a good chat" "Yes, we'd like to get to know you better," the two buttered. The clogs turned in Jeremy's head, he'd have to break the enemy lines at the weakest spot. PUNCH THE LADY! "Whack!" Jeremy ran for the door, but the manservant was coming up the corridor. "Would you like to enjoy a cup of tea while I apprehend you good sir?" The manservant was polite even when about assault a man with a cleaver. Jeremy drew his sword. "Now, now Jerry my lad, there's no need for that. How about if we sat down and talked this over?" The man approached from behind. Jeremy's sword swiped at the man and soon was he holding onto his bleeding arm. Jeremy managed to disarm the inept manservant in a short clash and then made it to the exit. Angry shouting could be heard from the mansion as Jeremy made his way out hoping he could simply forget everything that had happened in that house of a madman and a vile harlot.

On his way back Jeremy got suspicious of nobody having made chase. Would it have been too much trouble? Trying to make sense of the strange things that had happened Jeremy made it back to The Nearest Inn, just in time before supper. Perhaps his companions had better farings to share.
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AlkarRahn
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Divine Arcanist
posted May 03, 2010 11:30 PM

While Huld and Ethan were heading toward the local temple, upon Ethan's suggestion, Huld stops. He excuses himself from Ethan's presence. Apparently, he had forgot about something. Ethan didn't really care in the least, and just decided to go on. Though, he did decide to change his destination. He just didn't know where he wanted to change it to.

Walking aimlessly, Ethan saw a little boy exit a house with his dog. It was a fairly large dog, to be sure. Especially so, compared to the child playing with it. The boy started playing around with the dog, chasing it around, and some other dog/child games. Ethan passed by, and gave the boy a smile. The boy looked at him funny, but then went back to playing.

Soon after, Ethan walked into the inn he had gotten a room key to again. Having nothing else to do, Ethan found his room, and waited.
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Guess Who is Back?
posted May 25, 2010 06:24 PM

Al'Quil walked out of the blacksmith and raised his axe to the sky, the old man had not only given him a free overhaul of the axe, he had also improved it with a layer of a new kind of iron that the villagers had found and started mining. No wonder there had been so many traders in the area now since last time Al'Quil was here.
Al'Quil looked around and memories of his childhood started flashing back as he walked down the street back towards the tavern.
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Keksimaton
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Talk to the hand
posted May 26, 2010 09:38 PM

The big table downstairs of the inn is set for supper and things are going swimmingly. Jeremy, glad that he hasn't been stabbed yet, herds whatever comrades he found to take a seat. "We're almost all in here, good," Jeremy declares to his compatriots around the table. "Has anyone heard anything of Huld? I think Robert is up sleeping, but there are no Hulds to be seen," asks Jeremy, but none seem to have anything they'd like to confess so Jeremy then turned to Ethan: "You were the last one to be with Huld. Do you know what happened to him?" He asked from the annoying young man who saved his hide more than once already and expected to hear graphic descriptions of city bears mauling the halfling beyond recognition.
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AlkarRahn
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posted May 27, 2010 07:58 PM

"I do not know what happened to the little one. He said something about leaving something somewhere, I think. Here, maybe. He did not say what or where. Though, since he has not returned, maybe he got trapped somewhere. Like in a crate, and is now being carted off, to be sold as a slave to someone. There is a town I know of...a month or so, in that direction, actually," Ethan points east, and a little south, "that love having their slaves. Beastly lot there. Well, for the most part. I have not been there for any great amount of time, but it was easy to tell. They would probably just use him to light their fires, and a servant to their children."

Ethan laughs to himself.

"I am sure that he is not in such a situation though. Would be too much hassle. As I said, I do not know where he is."
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Keksimaton
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posted June 02, 2010 10:55 PM
Edited by Keksimaton at 14:50, 07 Jun 2010.

"I see. Unless he turns up, we'll propably have to keep going without him," Jeremy said, trying not to sound too apathetic. The midget propably had his own life to attend to anyway. It's not that Huld was expected to follow them forever. Could've at least said goodbye or left a note. "As you can see, we are having bread and this porridge... Thing," Jeremy announced, while waving his hand towards the incomprehensible mass on the plates. "Better eat before it gets cold. No courtesy for the unattending!"

"So, does anyone have anything they'd like to share from their trip at town?" Jeremy asked.
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posted June 07, 2010 06:35 PM

Al'Quil ate in more or less silence, he liked it that way. But when Jeremy asked if there was something he would like to share from the village he just said "It has not changed that much since I grew up here."
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No gods or kings
posted June 25, 2010 03:39 AM

"So, tell me, Sly, how's the cloak? You haven't worn it out already, have you?" someone said behind him. Robert turned back with a start. How come he had missed him? The door of his room was closed and in the corner stood a long, shady figure, covered in dark cloaks. "Limp?" Robert asked hesitantly. "Yes, it's me, Sly." the figure said in a tone that indicated he was kind of disappointed in Robert's perceptiveness. Robert was still hesitant. "You're still looking for a way to get me back to the guild? It won't work, Limp. I'm a free man and I intend to remain one." Robert said in a severe tone. Limp nodded and paused before he spoke.

"Have you gotten what you were looking for?" Limp then asked. It was then Robert's turn to remain quiet. "The elves are a very... Secluded... people." Robert then uttered. Limp let out a sigh. "That's what I figured, you know?" he said and some of the tension broke. He moved away from the corner. "So, Robert, would you say it was all for naught?" he then asked.
"Limp, what is it with these questions? I am still a free man and I am not interfering with the guild, nor is my search hopeless." Robert said, feeling he should defend himself verbally against his former mentor.
"Yes, Robert, but you are nothing anymore, you're just a rogue vagabond, a beggar with above-average fencing skills. Don't you want to join the family again? Don't you want to make it to ringleader one day?" Limp asked with a faint hint of despair in his voice that made Robert understand something was wrong.
He hesitated, before replying: "No, status means nothing, if I lose all my freedom again. Besides, who wants to be a ringleader anyway? Didn't you used to tell me that the ringleaders always harass each other and can't do worth spit without approval of at least one other ringleader?" Robert tried to coax a smile out of him.
Limp smiled ever so faintly. "And you think it's perfectly all right you leave Care Care behind?"
Robert became alert at the mentioning of her name. "I hope you left her out of this."
Limp knew he hit a nerve. "Oh, Care? care is just downstairs actually." he let those words sink in and as Robert started to think of the best way out, Limp raised an open hand in a gesture of admission. "Relax, Robert, she knows nothing. she is here for an unrelated mission."
Silence.
"She misses you, you know? She's considering stepping out of the guild, in fact." he said. Robert nodded. Is he trying to guilt trip him?
"Well, that is her decision, then. I couldn't care less, if she wants to do something stupid." he said stubbornly.
And this is where Limp let go of his carefulness. "You see, Robert, it may not be your problem, but it is the guild's problem now. We thought of letting you go, I thought of letting you go. You were damn near a mythical figure, an idol. The only one who escaped the guild's Hounds and made it away alive. You could be the one that accentuated the damn near impossibility of such an act, but apparently you aren't now. More and more people try to leave. Care Care is n of our most valuable members. She's the youngest Black Cat we've had in years. We have to set an example. Basically, I am offering your life back, now. take it or face the Hounds." he said.

Robert's eyes widened with disbelief. "So, basically, you guys voted me to death?" he asked
"It's not as easy as that, Robert. The four ring leaders convened and decided, yes, you should die. It was two votes in favour and one against." Limp said. "I've only been a ring leader for four years. I couldn't dare stand against the two others. They see you as most dangerous of all, you know?"
Robert briefly considered flying into a rage, but now he needed self-restraint. He needed to think clearly or else he ould't find a way out of this.
"Robert, please, just take my offer. I don't want my number one student to die tonight." Limp said. Robert clenched his fists. "I'm sorry, I can't take you up on that offer..." he said softly. Limp nodded. "I understand."
He turned towards the door.
"Wait!" Robert let out. His hand was stretched towards Limp. "I know how we can benefit both out of this." he said. Limp nodded as he heard this and he smiled. He sat down on Robert's bed.

"Well, then, Sly, tell me what you had in mind."




A slender form, clad in a long fur cloak, entered the Nearest Inn, covered in snow. The person walked slowly towards the bar. This person was not especially tall, but you wouldn't call him short either. His walk was the walk of a person who knew fencing and proper posture. It was the walk of a knight ora nobleman and as the person pulled back his cowl, while revealing a spark of fiery hair, it turned out that this "he" was a she, a very young she, in fact.
"What were you doing up so late in the cold out there, little missie?" the bartender asked.
"I was looking at the stars." she replied casually.
"And where they still there?" the bartender asked in jest.
"Not the ones that I know."
"Ah? You're a traveller? From where do you hail?" The bartender asked. He was interested in travellers and travelling stories, since there weren't that many around, even at inns.
"Oh, I'm from the southern republic of Zidanza." she said with a great smile.
"You too, uh?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, not so long ago an entire party of cartographers from Zidanza came by."
"Really now?" she said and she let out a great laugh.
The bartender was a bit confused, but, well, he was used to foreigners with weird customs, habits and little quirks. The worst of 'em all aways came from the South. Spontaneous laughter was the least of his worries.
"well, can you serve me anything? I'm tarving!" she practically shouted. She bit her underlip in anticipation as the bartender replied that she could eat along with the guests.

She had nodded and walked over to the table of weary, wandering, wayward adventurers. She went to sit at one of the places that they had left opn for robert or Huld, betwee Shalan and Jeremy. "Hi, my name is Care. I hope you don't mind if I join you. I'm starving and I paid the little manchild at the bar a few pieces of silver too much for food."

Yes, Care was very blabby.
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Talk to the hand
posted June 27, 2010 09:26 PM

"Why, of course not! Be our guest," Jeremy replied and passed the semi-brothly concoction. Jeremy doubted that it'd be worth asking Al'Quil to further elaborate so he instead decided to shovel some food down the hatch. The young lady, this Care reminded Jeremy of some dwarves he had seen in the city, they had a red hue to their manes as well. He tried to sneak a peek if Shalan was getting any bad vibes, but it was no use. What bad could this girl be up to anyway? Might as well talk about some travel plans, no need to hesitate.

"If you have any business left you should get to it because we'll be leaving for North tomorrow," Jeremy tells the party. "We'll follow the road as far as we can and then trek off to a small village of hunters and reindeer herders near the edge of the wasteland. It should take a week or two. No use crying over spilt milk, we'll just have to fill Huld and Robert in when we next see them. Any questions?"
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What if Elvin was female?
posted June 27, 2010 10:46 PM

Shariya felt the cold winter air flutter her hair as a single snow flake flew across her vision. Somebody had just entered. She glanced from beneath her hood. A girl judging by the posture. She seemed ready to dart at the first sign. There was something oddly familiar in the way she carried herself. She just couldn't put her mind to it right now...
She felt a slight tug at her right sleeve. She turned to look. Carey looked up to her with her dark brown eyes. It hadn't been that long that she had met up with her. She definitely didn't expect to find her there in that little backwater village. She seemed to still be like a child and a totally closed to the outside world at that. Yet, she had the body of a woman fit to marry, 15 summers, no wonder she was so confused. One hell of a messed up person. But as she was she couldn't let her alone. She needed her.

The stranger sat down with them and precented herself as Care. What an odd name even for these parts. She had a very outgoing personality and fiery red hair but her eyes were sharp. Too sharp. Her hands were fast and she didn't grind the plate when she ate. Either a thief or an assassin. Or a seamtress but that didn't seem likely. Considering the lively look in her eyes she was most probably a thief. She had a million and one questions but she could feel Carey's jealousy over her sudden interest in the stranger. Best not ignite her.
Shariya kept on eating silently with her hood on not to draw any more attention from the other patrons if possible. As if a quiet young woman and a blabberish red headed lady weren't more than enough...
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