Sevian
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The proberbial "gray area"
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Post by Sevian on Jan 5, 2007 14:10:43 GMT -5
Sevian gulped. Okay, pirates he probably could deal with, but... how big was a baby dragon? And then there was also magic involved, too... Right about now, he'd thought that maybe slaving away in the mines of Iodar would have been better than this. He couldn't leave, because surely his master would receive word of that and track him down. Staying seemed to promise certain doom. Looking around, the deus suddenly realized that he was quite possibly the youngest one here. Younger even than the human woman who was trying to seduce the dwarf. This didn't really make him any more at ease. At his meager sixteen years, he was still a baby by elven standards. And really, who sends a baby to retrieve magical mirrors from pirates.
After he got bored of feeling sorry for himself, Sevian spoke up. "Southwest... I don't imagine they'd have gotten far. There was a landslide there recently, I saw the repairs on my way here... When did they take this... mirror?"
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Avati
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Sweet Talker
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Post by Avati on Jan 5, 2007 23:30:44 GMT -5
“Is your agent available Messir Thistlefoot, perhaps he could impart to us the descriptions of the pirates that wronged you.” The womans’ voice all but cooed, more of agitation if anything, and merely a step below flinging obscenities, ‘dirty and scruffy and irritable’, she wasn’t irritable… least of all dirty or scruffy, but let the dwarf behave like a tavern tolling male and be distracted, if the agent was around, they just might be able to get more information, and more, feasible descriptions.
Head southwest through the mountains and look for a group, of who knew how many, or how few, dirty, scruffy, and irritable road bandits, and retrieve an x enchanted mirror, that probably told the dwarf he was better looking than the gods themselves, that’s about the size of a baby dragons’ paw. Who the hell measures a baby dragons paw? Someone had to be dead, the measurer, or the pissed, mother of all pissed, mother dragon. It was the only explanation.
Her face, distinct, and quaint to some, bore a curious intelligence, while the mistral, silent flash of temper faded as quickly as it came, leaving her only with the questions that circled her mind, and exactly, what good was a minstrel outside of a tavern, or lofty windows ledge?
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Post by Gristle on Jan 9, 2007 13:18:10 GMT -5
Gristle quirked a brow as the question which he'd just asked was immediately asked again by another, the human man who was watching with a bit of a jealous flush as his woman flirted with their host. Then again, the dwarf didn't seem entirely inclined to answer either of them on the subject of enchantment and it wasn't until the elf with the horse insisted on a response that one was finally given. Sort of. He basically refused to explain the nature of the mirror's magic, but did at least assure them that it was harmless. A good thing to know.
Still, for someone seeking help the dwarf was being rather sparse on the details. In fact, it was only by accident that he clarified that the "pirates" were not aboard any time of sailing vessel, as Gristle had envisioned. Rather they were just a bunch of bandits. Or brigands. Or land pirates. Land pirates? That seemed rather silly to Gristle. Did they wander the land on a ship with wheels, pulled by horses? Couldn't very well be pirates if they didn't have a ship and a black flag to fly from its mast, now could they? It was quite the mental image and Gristle almost laughed at it, but there was no time for indulging in such amusement. The fiends were escaping!
Of course, in Gristle's mind, "stealing" was a very fuzzy concept at best, but if he knew anything about bandits and brigands it was that they had a habit of killing people before taking things from them. Taking something which they needed and the current possessor did not was perfectly understandable, but to slay them when all they needed do was ask? Only the lowest of scum would kill without cause, so they certainly deserved whatever they had coming and the sooner they got moving the sooner they could deal out appropriate justice!
The Nymandine boy brought up an excellent point, though, in asking when the incident had occurred. The winged woman asked a question of her own, seeking more information. Gristle looked at her curiously. "Descriptions? How many groups of dirty, scruffy, irritable and sneaky hairless people can their be?" No sooner had he asked the question then his brow furrowed in thought, his mind skimming over memories of all the humans he'd met in his travels. Nibbles snorted in uncouth fashion, a similar train of thought in the rabbit's head. A moment later Gristle looked back at Avati with a wide, toothy grin. "Forget I asked."
Deciding that further description would be very useful indeed, Gristle turned his attention back to the dwarf. "I don't suppose they might be carrying some sort of standard or bear distinctive markings on their shields and such?" That certainly would've made things simpler and it was a common practice among humans, he'd noted. They liked to declare their allegiances, breaking themselves into groups so that they could have additional reasons to fight. They were such a savage people.
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Raivont
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Delightfully Bitter
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Post by Raivont on Jan 16, 2007 19:41:25 GMT -5
Raivont listened, watching as Iry and Grr played. His face was a mask of expressionless midnight, amethyst eyes giving away as much as his stern face did. Everyone had good questions, that was for sure. He had a feeling that the more they knew about this, the less chance they'd all die.
He intended to live, one way or another, even if it meant doing things he wouldn't necessarilly be proud of later on in his life. For the moment, the Nymandine Elf remained quiet, listening instead of asking questions yet. He had some that he would ask if no one else did, but until then, he was content with waiting..
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Post by Eldarion Kildare on Jan 17, 2007 9:11:19 GMT -5
(ooc: alright, now we're just waiting on Trianna and Nicolae. Hopefully we'll be able to get this thing moving along before I have to be moving...maybe.)
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Post by Nicolae on Jan 17, 2007 20:13:41 GMT -5
"Do you know how many of them there are?" Nicolae asked.
Nicolae decided to be all business now. It was best to know how many enemies they would be facing. He would worry about his fascination with the beautiful woman later, best to worry about survival for now.
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Post by Trianna A'rymquil on Jan 24, 2007 12:20:29 GMT -5
Trianna fought back a look of disgust as she neared the dwarf, and tried as hard as she could not to sniff him. On the whole, she found the scent of Dwarf repulsive.
With a practiced hand, she played with the dwarf's shoulder, massaging it, but looking at Nicholae for inspiration to maintain her sensuality. Inside, she hoped that Nicholae was aware of what she was doing. Getting information from this dwarf - and that which she needed to acquire - was not only vital to their task at hand (and getting her out of this place), but it was essential to make her extra Ka and keeping her throat intact.
She whispered in the dwarf's ear, "Surely there is another time for this.. perhaps a carraffe of wine and candle light will ... inspire a better evening than fielding such inquiries... they look to be a hardy bunch ... we will get you your little trinket... " she winked at the dwarf, "I'm thirsty!"
*ooc: Should the dwarf agree:*
She stands at her full height - not much taller than the dwarf - and saunters to Nicholae's side ... "I will get us the informatioin we require... But I may require your help later... may I count upon you?"
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Post by Eldarion Kildare on Feb 20, 2007 15:33:19 GMT -5
Palledon made a face, none too pleased at being so interrupted from his ogling. "Aye, he's here, part of 'im anyway, but he ain't sayin' much. Them arses sent me 'is body. Got it last night. Were kind 'nuff to perserve it so it didn't stink the place up. Unfortunately, they conveniently forgot to include 'is head. Can't 'ave a proper funeral without it so we buried 'im without one. T'were nice enough to write the address of the tavern they killed 'im in on the back of 'is hand. That's how I know where he lost track of 'em." More like got grotesquely slaughtered by them, but let's not split hairs.
Eldarion shuddred a little at the thought of what use a band of pirates could possibly have for the head of a corpse but decided he really didn't care to know. This was NOT going to be a fun job.
Palledon thought a moment about the note of some kind of insignia or banner and said, "oy, come t'think of it, the cloth they wrapped 'im up in looked kinda like a flag--black and white with roses."
"Whitethorn," Eldarion said. He didn't know much about pirates, but that particular group was known for being merciless in their slaughter of innocents--he hadn't encountered them personally, but he'd heard of them in their travels. He let out a deep breath. "For the moment, I'll agree with the Lady Trianna. A draft of wine and a light meal would be much appreciated while we discuss how to proceed."
The dwarf frowned a bit, but then nodded in agreement. It gave him more chances to ogle the deus woman, after all--and what in the world was more valuable than women and money enough to buy them, right? At least that's what Palledon seemed to value above all else.
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Sevian
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The proberbial "gray area"
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Post by Sevian on Feb 20, 2007 23:37:03 GMT -5
Sevian could feel the remains of his meager breakfast - eaten a little over six hours ago - in their attempts to come back and see the light of day at the mention of a body... They cut off his head before sending him back? Uggh... The Nymandine boy didn't hear much after the mention of that detail. Maybe he really wasn't cut out for this adventuring thing, he wondered. Severed heads and pirates and weird mirrors with objectionable powers... As much as he regretted saying so, he would give anything to be back home in his grandfather's tavern, cleaning tables or serving drinks to people who thought he was the devil incarnate.
Except at that point the Zhoan mentioned food and wine. The boy's eyes lit up. Food, ah, that was always good! It seems the young deus had an insatiable curiosity (and appetite) when it came to food of any sort. His spirits renewed, he nodded with a confident smile. "Food is definately preferrable to head-hunting pirates!" He said.
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Post by Gristle on Feb 25, 2007 21:25:15 GMT -5
Gristle pondered the dwarf's words, finding it to be a definite concern that the fiends they sought would be so willing to butcher someone simply for making the mistake of finding them. Still, at least it had provided them with a lead to follow when tracking them, as they'd been less-than- subtle in declaring their allegiance. It was good to know that at least one member of the gathering was familiar with their specific heraldry.
Better still was the suggestion of food and drink, which brought a wide grin to the Romari's face. "Aye! Excellent idea! We should feast before heading off to battle!" If they had time once all matters of business were settled, perhaps they could share tales of heroism and victory before setting off as well, to encourage them to reach for similar greatness. It sounded like it might take some time to hunt their prey down, but that would be fine. They would want to keep their morale up without adrenaline and passion getting the best of anyone, which had been known to happen to warriors worked into a fervor. Calmer minds and wisdom were, as always, key to any victory.
Grinning as the Nymandine boy expressed his enthusiasm for dinner, Gristle gave the youth a friendly slap on the back — which may not have been considered quite so gentle by the recipient as it was by the giver. "I'm sure the pirates don't hunt heads... they just don't give them back!" With that "assurance" given, Gristle moved to follow their host towards the dining room or wherever he intended for them to eat. For the Romari, a fire pit with a roasting boar would've been sufficient, but he knew the furless types to like their tables and fancy plates and such. He just hoped they had some fresh vegetables for Nibbles.
"Grr! Food!" The wolf immediate leapt up at the very familiar word, responding with a happy "whuff!" before trailing after its master and friend. Nibbles, for his part, remained quiet and peaceful atop the wolfen warrior's shoulder, watching the other humanoids in the room with what one would swear was a level of suspicion. Not that a rabbit could feel such an emotion of course... right?
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Raivont
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Delightfully Bitter
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Post by Raivont on Feb 26, 2007 1:15:42 GMT -5
The other Nymandine watched and listened, plotting in his mind a plan of action. Iry seemed happy to yip and chase Grr, having made a new friend, and Raivont didn't seem too bothered by the prospect of food, either. He stood silently and even dared to bear the tiniest of smiles as he watched Gristle and Sevian interacting. Ah, but he knew he could never let himself make friends with them..
They wouldn't live longer than he would.
Shaking his more macabre thoughts from his mind, Raivont followed Gristle quietly, eyeing Nibbles curiously, not in a threatening manner, but in a more animalistic one.. Like he was trying to understand the oversized rodent. Trying to speak his language, despite being unable to. He'd been a Ranger once.. He knew how to understand, at the very least..
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Sevian
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The proberbial "gray area"
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Post by Sevian on Feb 27, 2007 11:09:45 GMT -5
In spite of having the wind nearly knocked out of him at the wolf-man's friendly gesture, Sevian forced a weak, polite smile and gathered his things, following the tall Zhoan. He'd endured far worse from drunken customers, anyway.
Well, he thought as he ruminated on whether or not it would be proper to take his place at the table, at least he'll die on a full stomach. 'Then again, all these other people look really tough. Maybe they'll do all the fighting themselves, and I'll be... um... bait?' Yes, Sevian would have rather liked to be bait. After all, the bait was just there for a few seconds before being whisked away into safety by a noble knight in shining armor, all while the knight's even more noble companions fought off the villain --
The smell of something delicious and roasted soon caught the youth's attention, tearing his mind away from the fable unfolding in his mind. Mm, food.
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Post by Nicolae on Mar 4, 2007 19:56:39 GMT -5
Nicolae smiled down at Trianna. So she was playing the dwarf was she? That had some interesting prospects.
"You can count on me," Nicolae replied. "I won't take it personally if you don't sit next to me during the meal."
Nicolae gave Trianna a wink and stepped away to follow the others to the dining area, where he assumed they were heading.
As he did, Nicolae noticed one of the other Nymandine, Raivont he believed it was. Something about that man bothered Nicolae. He had a look in his eyes that Nicolae had seen before, a look that bothered him. Nicolae knew he may need to keep his eye on him.
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Avati
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Sweet Talker
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Post by Avati on Mar 10, 2007 2:22:59 GMT -5
Lovely, Whitehorns, and one headless corpse with an address on its hand, Avati really was curious, about that mirror now, the woman shifted her body in thought, her mind kept circling back on the questions already asked, while others seemed heartened at the thought of a meal and wine, Avati wondered how much she would miss out if she declined on the meal.
If she could barely stand her own father to eat eggs in the morning, and if she didn't think how her grandmother made bread, the thought of the impending meal made her stomach slowly knot.
Bright eyes watched the groups hosts', curiosity at what was being left out as the tiny man had ogled the other woman earlier, wondered what may be said with more or less distraction,
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Post by Eldarion Kildare on Apr 9, 2007 14:19:25 GMT -5
[at this rate, this thread is going to fester and die, sooo anyone who has not posted--I believe only Trianna--has until the end of this week before I move things along without you. In the future, I will wait no more than 2 1/2 weeks between my posts --and this long only because there are SO MANY people in this thread--before moving on. If you fall behind it will be your responsibility to catch up. Anyone who misses more than 3 rounds of posts( a round being all posts between one of my posts and the next since I'm moderating this thread) without explanation or warning will be presumed to have dropped out of the thread. To avoid being written out of the story as we go along, either post regularly, or warn us if you won't be able to. Thank you, and have a nice day. ]
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