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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
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 Posted - 19 Oct 2005 : 19:03:22
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Daleson responds, "We are travelers, nothing more. Is there danger about that warriors of Tempus heed the call to fight?"
"The Abbey of the Sword polices this road. State your business and purpose. If your answer displeases us you will accompany us further for questioning" replies the armoured man briskly. |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 20 Oct 2005 : 16:40:09
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"The Abbey of the Sword polices this road. State your business and purpose. If your answer displeases us you will accompany us further for questioning."
"We are just passing through on our way to Ashabenford to find a child special to the church of my lord, Lathander. Do you have any news of the road ahead? I am sure there is safe passage with the Abbey's men protecting it."
Daleson smiles and answers the warriors question as if they were old friends and comrades. His upbringing by the warrior race of dwarves helping smooth the ruffled feathers of the vigilant warriors.
"Very well. You shall find the town of Essembra 3 or 4 hours travel along the road. Good luck on your quest Lightbringer. Fight with honour."
The knight salutes, and he and has men carry on past the party. |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 20 Oct 2005 : 16:41:09
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Caylith sighs in relief and take her hand from her sword. She looks at Daleson. "Are all men of Tempus so fierce?"
"Fierce is a word I would use to describe them in battle. Uptight may be a better term for them outside of battle.
Let us be off. Essembra awaits."
Appearing from the treetops, once the Knights of Tempus were well on their way, Valanwé returns to the ground, and rubs his hands together with a smile. With a raised eyebrow, he comments wryly: "Well, that could have been less pleasant... shall we be on our way?"
Daleson whispers something to Caylith, smiles brightly, then spurs his mount on leading the way once everyone is reassembled.
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 23 Oct 2005 : 23:26:53
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Rauthavyr's road takes the party into Essembra around dusk.
The great walled castle atop the hill can be seen from the distance, and overlooks the small town. This strange miniature moated castle is actually the home of Ilmeth, hereditary lord and war chancellor of the town.
Essembra has few impressive buildings. The adventurers pass a wagon shop entitled 'Sarguth's Wheelworks' which has already shut up shop, and the festhall (the lonely mermaid) next door is starting to attract patrons for an evening meal and drinks.
Few can help but notice the large muddy field which the road runs through, empty of stalls and encampments. This area is known as the battlegrounds and is kept free as a marshalling ground for armies.
Durn's Smithy is still open and inside stands a giant of a man, pounding away on a very well formed sickle for use of the local farmers. He looks up from his work and beams at the party, then whilst continuing to strike the metal he manages to grunt out 'South field...horse pond there.....ye can camp if ye need.....might prefer an inn though.....bit chilly of late". He looks up and grins again as the party thanks him and heads to the south fields to water the horses after their long journey. |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 24 Oct 2005 : 11:56:07
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| "Let us find shelter for ourselves and our mounts. I would like to know of any trouble brewing as I brew in a tall glass of mead." Daleson lets out a warming laugh at his own quip, yet it is contagious as everyone looks forward to home cooked food and pleasant conversation with the locals. |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 25 Oct 2005 : 11:42:30
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Once the party had decided on a place to dismount Rhiannon says "We should find a place to keep the horses safe while we explore the town".
"Aye," says Valanwé. "That we should. Could you speak to them, and ask them to find pasture, or should we seek out some stables?"
"I'll talk to them" Rhiannon says smiling. She raises her hands into a signal and says a short incantation and casts Speak With Animals on herself. Gathering the horses together, she says to them: "Ok, please listen carefully. We are going to rest in this town for the night, would you all like to stay here for the night to eat the grass or would to prefer we find you a stables?" The horses seem to shift slightly and then Rhiannon starts giggling, noticing that some people were staring she explains: "The horse said something funny."
"Ok," Rhiannon says after stroking one of the horses on his muzzle: "This one would like to stay with us, but the others are fine to stay in the field for the night"
"How is he?" asks Valanwé of Arcanen, concerned for his mount's wellbeing.
"He's fine for staying out in the night, but he'd like it if you checked in on him at some point."
"Tell him, if you will, that I shall," replies Valanwé, "and that as always, I'm grateful for his companionship, and his strength."
"I'll tell him that" Rhiannon says, trying not to let the chatter she could hear from every animal in the area distract her. After speaking to Arcanen, Rhiannon giggles again and then turns to the others "Ok, so what are we going to do in the town anyway?" she asks while stroking the muzzle of the horse that didn't want to be left alone.
"See what it has to offer, of course," chips in Selm.
"Well," says Valanwe. "It may be getting dark, but I'm fairly sure I saw a signpost to a place called 'The Elf on the Flying Stag'." With a quick glance to Tranahearn, and Rhiannon, he continues: "I suspect that might be an appropriate destination for at least three of us?"
"Half of me at least" says Rhiannon grinning.
"Well, I doubt we can split you in two without causing some serious problems, or at the very least, a small mess," retorts Valanwé sarcastically, with a grin rather too wide for his own good, "so why dont you bring your better half, and it's attachment along there with us?" he jokes.
"And I'm the flying stag, I suppose?" quips Selm. "No, seriously, it's not too bad a place but it's not ideal to hold a discussion. It's a friendly, if loud place, but the fare is good enough for me."
"In that case, I propose some dinner," says Valanwé, "with the first round on me, of course, and then that we might find a quieter secondary destination. We should see as many of the pubs and taverns as possible - if only to keep the dipsomaniac Master Daleson happy!"
"Is the child we are looking for in this town then?"
"No, I believe we are headed for Ashabenford and merely passing through Essembra," replies Selm.
"I do not know," adds Valanwé, with a glance to Daleson, "but I suspect not."
"Aye," interjects Trahaearn, joining the conversation. "If memory serves, we're to Ashabenford on the morrow."
"Master Valanwé, when we go our separate ways to invesitgate the other places in the town, may I recommend that you explore the Bold Banners? I would think it would be to your fine tastes," says Selm, grinning like a fool.
"Cease thine inane beaming, young human friend," says Valanwé, with a sharp, but put-on glance to Selm, and a false air of superiority in his voice, "it does not become thee. Tell me more of this place though, and I will consider it. You may find many a surprising trait in this wizard yet."
"Well," he begins, pausing to check his phrasing, "Belurasta runs a fine establishment and is in her person both kindly and has an almost regal manner. She is a wonderful host, catering to your every need. I meant what I said about it being the sort of place you may enjoy for its luxuries."
"And tell me Master Selmwell," says Valanwé, laughing, not only at himself, "of what occupation are it's employees?"
"That depends on exactly what you might be looking for when you are within its doors. Seek and ye shall find, as the bards like to say."
"I don't really understand this inn stuff" Rhiannon said almost absent-mindedly " I grew up in the High Forest, we all found our own food, thats what I'm used to, paying gold for food seems wrong somehow."
"Inns are," says Valanwé, turning to Rhiannon with a wry smile, "as dear Selmwell so eloquently describes, an 'acquired' pleasure."
"Aye, I can appreciate that, Rhiannon," says Selm. "My early years were not dissimilar. There is also the fact that you were clearly brought up in an Elven fashion, as was I, to a certain extent, and it is a very human method of doing things. And believe me, there is no greater joy than to sleep beneath the stars by a still pool, just watching the reflections, or to appreciate the power and beauty of a waterfall," sighs Selm wistfully.
"Ahh," observes Valanwé with a smile, "ever the poet. I comprehend that sentiment entirely, however, and trust that one day, when our adventuring is done, that I might join you for an evening of conversation, in some such place."
"Is it not an adventure of its own to enjoy such pleasures?" inquires Selm.
"Perhaps," replies Valanwé "though it strikes me that that experience would be one of the few instances of the destination being more important than the journey."
"Maybe, but 'tis always nice to travel with a friend who shares the same joy of the road," observes Selm. "It's good to have found some new companions, even if they are, ah, different to the old ones," he says, smiling sadly.
"Amen to new companions!" says Valanwé. Breaking his own culture's custom, he places an arm around Selm's shoulders, and says: "Let us go and fatten ourselves - the Stag awaits!"
With a quiet word to Caylith and Master Daleson to inform them of their plans, and suggesting a rendezvous later, the two elves, half-elf and human depart at leisurely pace from the South Field, into the main part of the town.
Passing through the gap in the trees on the east side of the south field, the group looks to the left, distracted by the raucous din coming from the otherside of the trees, originating at the Four Flying Fish Tavern. Noting that that particular Tavern would not be conducive to quiet conversation either, the four take note of it's location nonetheless, and continue ahead towards a high-walled area of the town. To the right, they notice stables, but ignore them for the moment, having seen to mostof the horses earlier. Following the wall round to the north side, they pass through a large gateway, and beyond the hardware shop, closed for the night, and onward between houses to a large, evidently well constructed building situated between the two temple buildings.
"This must be the place," observes Trahaearn as they approach. "Believe the first round was on you, Valanwé?"
Arriving at the open doors of the Inn, Valanwé turns to Selmwell, and hands him the reigns of the horse he's been leading: "Would you mind very much dealing with this one, Master Selmwell," he asks. "I get the impression you know this town well, and would know where it is acceptable to leave an horse?"
Taking the reigns, and giving a nod, and a grin, Selmwell leads the horse away, as the other three members of the group enter the restaurant.
The Inn itself was surprisingly light on the inside, a few heads turned to stare at the three strangers as they entered the inn. Rhiannon quickly shrinks away into one of the corners, not likeing enclosed spaces very much.
Whilst Trahaearn joins Rhiannon at the table she had retreated to, Valanwé approaches the bar area of the restaurant, and gently moves through the throng of patrons surrounding it. Awaiting his turn, he requests three tankards of strong ale, and a large jug of water. Having paid the man, he takes the drinks to the table on a tray, and asks Rhiannon "May I?" as he gestures toward the place next to her.
"Be my guest," replies Rhiannon, pulling the hood of her cloak over her head.
"Thank you," says Valanwé, and sits down next to her, opposite Trahaearn.
Taking a sip of water Rhiannon looks around and asks: "So how are you enjoying the trip so far?"
"Well the men of Tempus certainly could have been less pleasant," says Valanwé in hushed tones, not speaking loudly enough to be overheard, "but as much as one enjoys being shot at, wounded and exhausted - very much. What say you Trahaearn?"
With a sigh, Trahaearn rests his mug back onto the table, and looks up, across the table: "I would that we had not lost Elussien," he says simply, and then, with a smile growing on his face, he continues: "but in so far as I am able to share this fine ale with comrades and friends, I have enjoyed it very much indeed!"
Rhiannon turns to Trahaearn, "I haven't had much of a chance to speak with you, how is it that you came to be in this party, if you don't mind my asking?"
Valanwé and Rhinannon listen to Trahaearn recount his recent travels, and during this time, Selm slips in and quickly 'attacks' the tankard of ale left waiting for him. Eventually a waitress arrives at the table, and requests their order.
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 25 Oct 2005 : 11:43:39
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The clamor inside the inn rises as the drinks flow. People jostle in and out of the doorway, either on their way to a tavern or coming in for a late meal.
The friendly dalesfolk seem unperturbed at the din from the metal plates and tankards or the children scurrying about between tables, and are quite happy to sit themselves down wherever they can find a spot. Indeed some of the dalesfolk take a small delight in breaking up young couples or party groups by sitting down in a free spot to join them.
The adventurers eat heartily, enjoying a warm meal and rest. The noise from the restaurant is painfully keen to the elves (and half elf's) sensitive ears, and only Selm hears the man standing over the table asking if he may sit with them. The others follow Selms eyes to the man who sits down with them and then orders some food from the passing waitress. |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
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Posted - 30 Oct 2005 : 12:21:31
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Raising his voice to be heard over the din of the tavern the young man begins to converse with the group.
Hail friends, it would appear that you are all companions of the road. If I might be so forward, I seem to find myself in shot supply of such, a disagreement in moralities, and if indeed you are a group of such adventurers I am inclined to offer you my skills on your journey. I am trained with the blade and the Art. Suddenly taking on a more serious expression he says “I do however want to make it clear that if I join you it will be as an equal, for I am no mans lackey." With the smile returning to his face he continues, "Oh yes and forgive me for not formally introducing myself, I am Bach of Silvery Moon." |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 30 Oct 2005 : 12:22:35
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"Hail Bach, I am Valanwé," says Valanwé, looking up at him. "I cannot speak for my friends, or our party as a whole, but I would be glad if you joined us for a drink, and told us more of yourself."
Settling himself more comfortabley at the table the smile remains on Bach's face, that is, everywhere except his eyes. His eyes take on the look of one who is looking back into the past. In the same cheerful voice he used to introduce himself he says "What is it you wish to know Master Valanwé?" |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
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Posted - 01 Nov 2005 : 08:22:29
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Rhiannon peeks up from the inside of her hood
"Did you say you were from Silverymoon?" |
Edited by - Kaladorm on 03 Nov 2005 08:21:20 |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 03 Nov 2005 : 08:20:51
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My story is no epic ballad but to tell it in detail
would still take more time than I believe we have this
night. I was raised by the proprietors of an in near
Silverymoon. I never knew my parents and there was
never any true affection between me and my adopted
parents. One day when an adventuring party stopped by
the inn I convinced them to take me on as a page.
They became my family, mother, father, brother. It
was not long before I began to learn from them and I
became a comrade rather than a servant. They retired
a few years ago and offered me a place among them. I
had to refuse because the thrill of adventure still
has a strong grasp on my heart. I have been a member
of many adventuring and mercenary groups but something
always happens and I find myself alone on the road
again. My previous accompaniment slowly digressed
from mercenaries to street thugs. I follow the coin
as much as any other mercenary but I draw the line at
becoming nothing more than a thug and steeling money
from those who have rightly earned it. As for my art
two of my mentors were wizards and when they learned I
had a knack for the Art they insisted I allow them to
school me in the art.
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 03 Nov 2005 : 08:21:52
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"I thank you for sharing those details with us," says Valanwé. "'Details' is
perhaps not the best word, but I am most glad to make your acquaintance, and
to know you better. I am pleased also, to meet someone who shares simillar
abilities to myself - I am sure there is much we can discuss, if you favour
conversation on that subject."
Looking round once more to Selmwell, he adds: "Shall we perhaps see aught of
Master Daleson and Caylith?" |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 03 Nov 2005 : 21:54:33
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 03 Nov 2005 : 21:56:57
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| Caylith nods as part of the group splits up. Looking at Master Daleson, she says..."Since our compatriots have headed straight for the food...perhapes we should arrange the rooms. I think I saw a inn mark on "The Watchful Eye." Perhaps we can see if they have enough lodging for us and then meet them at Tavern?" |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 03 Nov 2005 : 21:58:00
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"Well, Milady. It seems we are on our own for a short time. While I grow fond of our traveling companions, I do appreciate this time with you more.
You narry say much about your friends, family, or enemies for that matter. While I do not wish to pry, I am curious." Daleson looks at Caylith with a deep curiousity and apparent affection.
"Please, let us talk as we make our way to the inn, and feel free to ask anything of me. We have time enough to meet up with the others.
Daleson profers his arm to the warrior-woman, waiting expectantly with a warm smile. |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 03 Nov 2005 : 21:59:00
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"Thank you." Caylith said as she takes Daleson's arm and they head for an inn. "As for myself...I do have family and friends, most are back home in the mountains. I am more my father's daughter than my mother's though and sometime my feet wander. When that happens, I often journey away from the clan lands. I don't know that I have any enemies? Atleast none save the those that hunt all dragonkin without regard to cause or moralality. Feel free to ask away, if there is anything you'd like to know?
I am curious about one thing...if it is not forbidden to ask? What drew you to your chosen path of priesthood?" |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 03 Nov 2005 : 22:00:00
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| Caylith nods. "It is alright. I have seen others chosen by the Gods react much the same. There is a fire that burns brightly among the Chosen, I have seen. It seems that the blessing of the Gods can be a two edged sword ...she touches her sword briefly. One on hand, you are able to do something about the evil that surrounds us...yet on the other, there always seems to be a loss associated with the blessing. It seems to me that sometimes the greatest loss would be the loss of freedom. All the chosen I have met often seem directed by their Gods. I am thankful the Dragon Gods have not seem fit to Choose me." |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 03 Nov 2005 : 22:01:07
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"The gods can direct ones actions. I find, however, that those truly in touch with the gods find one whose temperment most closely resembles that of the follower. It is not the follower who conforms to the divine, but the divine who embrace the individuals in their care."
Daleson becomes quiet, with a look of contemplation apparent on his face, then asks, "Do you favor your mother... she is the dragon-half I am guessing... or your father?" He leaves the question open to further explanation, as Caylith deems fit to answer. |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 03 Nov 2005 : 22:02:20
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"Actually, my father is the dragonkin. His name is Justariath; he is what men call a Crystal Dragon...my mother is Caren, of the clan d'Varen, a maenad. I suppose I favor my father in some ways and my mother in others. (She looks at her hand which ends in more claws and twists it so the light hits the shimmer in her skin.) I suppose I am lucky, I only favor my father slightly. I have heard tell of children of dragon who look more like the dragon than the other parent. I am lucky in that while I favor my father some in eyes and hands, I have been more or less accepted among the villages. I am learnng that traveling maenads are somewhat rare. (she says somewhat ruefully) We tend to keep to the clan lands and so I have yet to see another of my kind outside. I suppose that outside of the looks of my father, I was blessed with his curiosity as well. Growing up, I just knew, knew there was more than the clan out there...( she gestures expansively) and I was right. There is so much to see...(she looks around...and suddenly stops...)Oh, look there's the inn."
Daleson responds,
"Let us find rooms and hurry to our companions then. They may worry, and who knows what trouble they may stir in looking for us," he says with a wry smile and a look as if it would not be a bad thing for this to happen.
Daleson follows Caylith inside, adding, "some day you must explain your powers of focus. It is an ability similar to an old monk I once met who was visiting us from the High Forest." |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 03 Nov 2005 : 22:04:14
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The Watchful Eye is almost blindingly obvious as Caylith and Dalseson amble along Rauthavyr's Road. The large, open, lidless, staring eye painted on each side of the inn looks down the road in each direction. As the pair approach from the south, the eye has a worm-eaten look (upon closer inspection one can see a few broken crossbow bolts embedded). A local informs the two (with some disgust) that it was used as a target for drunken crossbowmen during Lashan's occupation.
The large, half-timbered building is clearly a converted former manor house. The ground floor is made of stone and has arched casement windows whose shutters have been adorned with crude but striking silhouette carvings of dancing bears, leaping stags, charging boars, and running hares.
Drainpipes lead down to huge rain barrells at many places along the walls - some big enough to bathe or even sleep in. Chimneys are stacked at either end of the building and at it's bend, which are smoking away to stave off the chill in the spring night.
The inside of the building is cozy enough. A small fire sits crackling in the grate, by which an old man sits smoking a pipe and staring into the fire. A few people are sitting at tables, enjoying a few drinks after their meal, or simply chatting quietly to each other. A porter wanders in and out of a room at the back of the common room, from which some steam is emanating. The only other members in the room are a pair of girls, smiling broadly and chatting to each other. One of them nods towards Daleson and Caylith, and other other turns to look. She spins on her heel, making her skirts billow out, and walks cheerily towards the new guests.
Thrusting out her hand and with a welcoming smile she proclaims "I'm Baernysse, what can I get for you?" |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 07 Nov 2005 : 18:22:58
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| "Well met, good lady. My companion and I need to secure rooms for ourselves, and our companions. We need... uh... hm." Embarrased, Daleson leans to Caylith and whispers, "How many rooms should we get. I do not want to presume that you ladies will be bunking with the men, now that we can have private rooms. What think you?" He fidgets as he asks, unsure of the modesty of the women. |
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Posted - 07 Nov 2005 : 23:08:47
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"Good point." Caylith whispers back. "Though I suspect the lady Ranger and I could share a room if they are short rooms. That leaves yourself, Selm, Valanwe, Traehaearn." she counting them off on her fingers. "Let's start with six and we can share if they do not have enough."
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 08 Nov 2005 : 11:44:35
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Baernysse interjects, "I'm sorry to interrupt but we don't have six rooms available. We have four single rooms and one double room available, if that would be desireable?" She beams at the pair.
"If that's settled, will ye be wanting something to eat or drink? I can bring it up to your room if you so wish", she then adds with a whisper "I'm sure I can find a few of our famous pastries before the end of the night to give you a little taste of Essembra" |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 08 Nov 2005 : 13:51:03
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| Caylith speaks to Daleson, "That should work, I am hopeful the Lady Rhiannon and I can share a room..." |
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Posted - 10 Nov 2005 : 10:20:15
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| Baernysse nods, "I'll sort it out at once" and strides towards the fire. She bends down and whispers something into the old mans ear, which causes him to splutter and grumble. She stands up again with a smile of resignation and turns towards the stairs where the rooms are. |
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 11 Nov 2005 : 14:34:10
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Daleson wanders over to the remaining girl at the bar and explains that he's leaving with Caylith to find his companions.
He then takes Caylith's arm again and the two stroll outside towards The Elf On The Flying Stag
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Kaladorm
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Posted - 11 Nov 2005 : 17:17:04
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Seeing Selmwell shrug his shoulders, Valanwé finishes his drink, stands, and
says: "I shall just look outside, to see if they are nearby. Excuse me," and
exits his seat toward the bar. Handing three gold pieces to the barmaid on
the way out, he exits the building. |
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Posted - 11 Nov 2005 : 17:20:38
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Having left The Elf on the Flying Stag, Valanwé walks up through the town, and stops at the edge of the Marshalling ground, on the side from which they had entered Essembra. Seeing Daleson and Caylith in the distance, leaving The Watchful Eye, Valanwé raises a hand, and forms in it a tiny blue sphere of energy, shouting to them: "Hail!"
Noticing the Wizard and his pyrotechnics, Daleson touches Caylith's arm to indicate his presence, and the two head towards him, as he waits. Upon reaching him, the usual pleasantries are exchanged, and they begin the short walk back to the restaurant. Valanwé informs Daleson of another potential compainion, and the conversation then turns to how the evening might be spent:
"Well," replies Valanwé, to one of Daleson's most curious interjections, "the ale at The Stag would seem pleasant enough. I have already given the barmaid enough money to keep us in high (percentage) spirits for the whole evening - though I do not mind the oppurtunity to move elsewhere later."
With a nod and a smile, Daleson welcomes this news. Valanwé meanwhile, having spent his time outside plotting, says: "Let us tarry a moment. I believe there must be some excitement to be had, and I am minded to provide it. I have turned whole festhalls into gibbering imbeciles with this spell:"
Now standing perhaps thirty or forty feet from the entrance to the Valanwé steps slightly back from Daleson and Caylith, and begins an incantation. As he finishes the words and gestures, a white cloud of energy envelops him, and then fades, and left standing in his place is the most stunningly beautiful, six foot tall white-blonde female Elf, with bright blue eyes, straight free-flowing hair down almost to her waist, a beautiful (and ample) hourglass figure, and not a great deal of clothing to boot. The clothing she is wearing, consists of a brassiere, made only from a thin length of near skin-coloured cloth tied round her, revealing cavernous cleavage through a near transparent silken shawl wrapped around her shoulders and over her head. On her lower half, is an opaque white sarong, embroidered with gold pattern around it's edges, and on her feet, are simple, but elegant sandles.
"Call me Nynyé," says Nynyé, as the other two look on bemused, unspeaking. "The spell will last an hour - perhaps a little longer - in that time, there is fun to be had."
Sharing a glance, the meaning of which couldn't be interepreted even by the most highly trained rogues, the three continue towards the door. Awaiting the exit of a large party of men looking more slaughtered than your average clan of goblins after a hundred year war with dragons, Nynyé takes the oppurtunity to cast another spell, and the three enter the restaurant. |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
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Posted - 11 Nov 2005 : 17:23:25
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Looking to the door, as he surveys the restaurant, Trahaearn casually pours his pint over his trousers as the three adventurers enter, his eyes temporarily leaving their sockets as he gazes upon the nubile Elf maiden who had just entered with his companions. A deathly hush comes across the restaurant, and Nynyé realises that all eyes are on her. With a grin, and some almost maniacally raised eyebrows, she looks around, at the men of the town holding their beer mugs to their mouths, frozen in mid-swig, before announcing in a beautifully coy, but playful tone: "Evening boys - I'm Nynyé."
Walking over to the table where the party had been seated all the while, as the pub errupts into cheers and noise, Nynyé sits down once again, next to Rhiannon, as Daleson and Caylith put up a couple of stools, sitting either side of Bach, around the end of the table.
Trahaearn, meanwhile, trying to contain himself, and not stare at the Elf-maiden's nipples, looks straight down into what remains of his pint, and drinks quickly, trying to avoid conversation. Not noticing of course, that the rest of the party had been perceptive enought o notice this silence, they all sit smiling, until he looks up from his drink. With a worried glance back, that said "what!?" in all but sound, he ventures weakly: "New companion???"
"That would be Bach," offers Nynyé sweetly, smiling at him. "I'm Nynyé, and I'm a lesbian." The cutlery rattles as a sharp jolt rocks the table. "You've met Master Daleson and Caylith before I believe?" she continues.
"Y...y...yes..." Trahaearn replies, retrieving his leg from the wrong side of the table support where it had spasmed moments earlier.
"And these are your friends, Rhiannon, Selmwell and I suspect Valanwé will be round here somewhere?"
"Yes..." he gurgles.
"And we're all having dinner in this nice restaurant, before moving on to get completely.......hey! Stop that......."
"Sorry!" yelps Trahaearn as he raises his eyeline back to Nynyé's face.
"....and of course later, when we're all obscenely drunk, I'll be sleeping next to you. So just watch it eh, kiddo?"
"Not the breasts...?" he murmurs, almost incomprehensibly.
"No my boy - not the breasts. They aren't real anyway."
"They....they look real enough," stammers Trahaearn, desperately trying to maintain eye-contact.
Raising her arms, and gesturing briefly at the two large bosoms taking up most of Trahaearn's field-of view with a look of expectancy, Nynyé pushes her chest forward, and waits. Trahaearn, unsure of what to do, cautiously puts his hands forward, and cups them gently, before stating: "They feel real enough...."
Daleson, meanwhile, barely able to contain his laughter at Nynyé's somewhat bored expression being displayed in his direction as the fondlement ensues, jumps up from his seat proclaiming a need for beer, and is immediately surprised as a mug of ale floats past his face, and lands gently on the table in front of him. Soon after follows another for Caylith, and as Trahaearn retreats into his seat looking deeply satisfied, Nynyé points at her glass, raises it above her hand, and drinks from it as it hangs in mid air. After taking a good swig, she stares directly at the younger Elf's face, and says:
"Now my boy - quite apart from the fact that I'm a lesbian... were we going to have that conversation about the iron fortress and the vermin swarm, or not?"
"Valanwé!!??" cries Trahaearn.
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
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Posted - 12 Nov 2005 : 02:10:05
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Rhiannon, looking ever more confused as the conversion goes on stares in disbelief as Traehaearn proceeds to fondle the young women right in front of half the people in the pub.
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Edited by - Kaladorm on 12 Nov 2005 02:12:00 |
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