BlazeofLife
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OOC: Here's Alicia, I know some of you may recognise the picture, but its just the face that came to mind when I was writing her.
The Summons...
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Jerahmeel
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After wacthing the old man leave and helping the lady . I got on my horse and took off after him. Me and him have the same goals. Both of us seeking revenge. Me for my parents. Him only God and the Lady know and neithere are saying.
After wacthing the old man leave and helping the lady . I got on my horse and took off after him. Me and him have the same goals. Both of us seeking revenge. Me for my parents. Him only God and the Lady know and neithere are saying.
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OOC: OK, I hope no one minds that I'm jumping us forward a bit. 
IC: The column wound down the mountain, through some farmland, until the sparse farms became houses, and the houses grew closer together to form a town. This had been the town they were supposed to be meeting the first of the witches guides.
Darren had intended on stopping by the fletcher first thing, but the ride had taken longer than expected. Now, all he craved was the welcome noice and relaxation of a common room. He rode into the stable, dismounted, and handed the stablehand enough gold to stable the parties horses. His pouch seemed to have gotten heavier since leaving Agaden Reach. He wondered if he had Shota to thank for that. Probably. Which meant she had wanted him to use the excess for the group. He grabbed his bow, and weapons, and his saddlebags and headed for the door to the Tavern.
"First round is on the Witch," he called out to his companions, smiling.
The common room got quiet when he entered, with half the drunks checking to see who the new arrivals were, and the other half slobbering on themselves while wondering why the room got so quiet. Darren grinned at no one in particular, and sautered over to a long table in the corner. He sat in the corner, with his back against the wall. He signalled a tavern maid over, ordered some pitcher of ale, and wine, and waited for his comrades to enter and sit.
He would now get a chance to speak to them without the witch listening in.
IC: The column wound down the mountain, through some farmland, until the sparse farms became houses, and the houses grew closer together to form a town. This had been the town they were supposed to be meeting the first of the witches guides.
Darren had intended on stopping by the fletcher first thing, but the ride had taken longer than expected. Now, all he craved was the welcome noice and relaxation of a common room. He rode into the stable, dismounted, and handed the stablehand enough gold to stable the parties horses. His pouch seemed to have gotten heavier since leaving Agaden Reach. He wondered if he had Shota to thank for that. Probably. Which meant she had wanted him to use the excess for the group. He grabbed his bow, and weapons, and his saddlebags and headed for the door to the Tavern.
"First round is on the Witch," he called out to his companions, smiling.
The common room got quiet when he entered, with half the drunks checking to see who the new arrivals were, and the other half slobbering on themselves while wondering why the room got so quiet. Darren grinned at no one in particular, and sautered over to a long table in the corner. He sat in the corner, with his back against the wall. He signalled a tavern maid over, ordered some pitcher of ale, and wine, and waited for his comrades to enter and sit.
He would now get a chance to speak to them without the witch listening in.
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BlazeofLife
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OOC:
Perfect Paendragon, I was waiting for someone to take the lead in the group.
Perfect Paendragon, I was waiting for someone to take the lead in the group.
BlazeofLife
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Perking her ears at the sound of hooves in the street below, Alica felt a tremor of nervous energy thrill upward along her spine, and she leaned over the edge of the bed to peek shyly out the window. Below, she could see several people dismounting, and she again felt trepidation, as she began to pick out small details that she had previously only read about.
It's them, she thought. Shota was right, they're here. Worrying, she began to pace, smoothing her hair self-consciously as she heard the common room below grow quiet. What to do, what to do....
She'd wait until tomorrow, she thought suddenly, a smile of relief creeping its way onto her face. They would want a night to relax, and unwind from their journey, so it would only be common courtesy to allow them it.
The decision made, and her niggling, worrisome conscience appeased, she sat back down upon her bed, her knees to her chest, and began rocking, missing her home, with its stretching libraries,with a longing which would keep her awake for the rest of the night.
OOC:
I'm giving until tomorrow before I introduce myself to the group, so everyone has a chance to get to know one another.
It's them, she thought. Shota was right, they're here. Worrying, she began to pace, smoothing her hair self-consciously as she heard the common room below grow quiet. What to do, what to do....
She'd wait until tomorrow, she thought suddenly, a smile of relief creeping its way onto her face. They would want a night to relax, and unwind from their journey, so it would only be common courtesy to allow them it.
The decision made, and her niggling, worrisome conscience appeased, she sat back down upon her bed, her knees to her chest, and began rocking, missing her home, with its stretching libraries,with a longing which would keep her awake for the rest of the night.
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I'm giving until tomorrow before I introduce myself to the group, so everyone has a chance to get to know one another.
Benedict
The waves gentley caressed the shores of the old continent like the gentle touch of a lover. The waves often decorated the shoreline with shells, starfish, hermit crabs and the occasional dead fish however this day the sea brought a guest with her.
The stranger awoke with a mouth full of sand. He opened his eyes slowly as the sunlight burned his eyes blinding him for a few minutes. He wallowed in the sand as he tried to collect his thoughts, "Where am I? Where is this? The last thing I remember is....I can't remember anything." He wiped his hands over his face to keep the sand from getting in his eyes and felt a warm liquid pouring on his hand. He realized that he was bleeding from a scar right over his left eyebrow. "Just a flesh wound, I hope." The man finally rose from the sand, pulling seaweed out of his stringy blonde hair. His curiess had been slightly damaged as well as the chain mail under it. As he rubbed his hands over his clothing, brushing off debris, he felt the hilt of a sword by his side.
He tried to pull the sword from its sheath with no results, the leather had been warped and clung to the sword. Finally he pulled his blade free, examing the shining blade in the sunlight. Upon further investiagtion the man found the sword had an inscription on it: "Benedict D'Morne" The name rang a bell. "Yes I remember, I'm Benedict D'Morne. Well at least I'm getting somewhere, perhaps I can find some clues around here or at the very least a decent meal." Benedict began to walk toward the town in the distance, taking the first steps on a very long quest.
The waves gentley caressed the shores of the old continent like the gentle touch of a lover. The waves often decorated the shoreline with shells, starfish, hermit crabs and the occasional dead fish however this day the sea brought a guest with her.
The stranger awoke with a mouth full of sand. He opened his eyes slowly as the sunlight burned his eyes blinding him for a few minutes. He wallowed in the sand as he tried to collect his thoughts, "Where am I? Where is this? The last thing I remember is....I can't remember anything." He wiped his hands over his face to keep the sand from getting in his eyes and felt a warm liquid pouring on his hand. He realized that he was bleeding from a scar right over his left eyebrow. "Just a flesh wound, I hope." The man finally rose from the sand, pulling seaweed out of his stringy blonde hair. His curiess had been slightly damaged as well as the chain mail under it. As he rubbed his hands over his clothing, brushing off debris, he felt the hilt of a sword by his side.
He tried to pull the sword from its sheath with no results, the leather had been warped and clung to the sword. Finally he pulled his blade free, examing the shining blade in the sunlight. Upon further investiagtion the man found the sword had an inscription on it: "Benedict D'Morne" The name rang a bell. "Yes I remember, I'm Benedict D'Morne. Well at least I'm getting somewhere, perhaps I can find some clues around here or at the very least a decent meal." Benedict began to walk toward the town in the distance, taking the first steps on a very long quest.
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Once Cullen had started on his way towards town he forgot about the others he didn't even look back to see if they had followed him. He was just now coming to the realization that his parents were dead and all was lost. He was in shock when he first saw it all, then consumed by Shotas' calling. This was the first real chance he had to pondered on what had happend while he was gone.
He rode for a good while before he had come to the town. the hustle and bustle had finally brought him out of his daze. It was then he first thought about the others. He looked around to see if saw any of the group. He noticed that Darrins steed was tied up over by the pub. 'Dammit!" he thought to himself, 'I forgot to show Darrin where he could get more arrows and bow string from. No matter, I'll inform him when go to the tavern.'
He didn't go directly to the tavern though. He made his way to the supplier for which he always made his purchases. The supplier was Dandor a friend of his fathers whom he had known since he was little. As Cullen got off the steed Dandor approached him. "Cullen me boy what brings ye back to town so soon an where did ye get this steed from? Cos it not be one of yer fathers."
"Well Dandor, my father and mother are dead, both murdered and the land was destroyed. I was wondering if you could tell me anything." Cullen said to him.
"Auch tis is horribe! Who kin ave done such a thing? I'm sorry lad but not a thing ave I heard. Maybe you wanna try over at the tavern. Somebody is bound to ave heard something."
"Thanks my friend, I'll be heading over there to see what I get."
"Cullen me lad, come back before ye leave and I'll ye take what supplies ye might need for your..." he trailed off. "...farm"
"I shall thanks" Cullen said as he got back on his steed and headed towards the tavern. He thought it quite odd how Dandor had trailed off on his final sentence, almost catching himself saying something he shouldn't. He knew that Dandor probably knew more than he was telling.....
He rode for a good while before he had come to the town. the hustle and bustle had finally brought him out of his daze. It was then he first thought about the others. He looked around to see if saw any of the group. He noticed that Darrins steed was tied up over by the pub. 'Dammit!" he thought to himself, 'I forgot to show Darrin where he could get more arrows and bow string from. No matter, I'll inform him when go to the tavern.'
He didn't go directly to the tavern though. He made his way to the supplier for which he always made his purchases. The supplier was Dandor a friend of his fathers whom he had known since he was little. As Cullen got off the steed Dandor approached him. "Cullen me boy what brings ye back to town so soon an where did ye get this steed from? Cos it not be one of yer fathers."
"Well Dandor, my father and mother are dead, both murdered and the land was destroyed. I was wondering if you could tell me anything." Cullen said to him.
"Auch tis is horribe! Who kin ave done such a thing? I'm sorry lad but not a thing ave I heard. Maybe you wanna try over at the tavern. Somebody is bound to ave heard something."
"Thanks my friend, I'll be heading over there to see what I get."
"Cullen me lad, come back before ye leave and I'll ye take what supplies ye might need for your..." he trailed off. "...farm"
"I shall thanks" Cullen said as he got back on his steed and headed towards the tavern. He thought it quite odd how Dandor had trailed off on his final sentence, almost catching himself saying something he shouldn't. He knew that Dandor probably knew more than he was telling.....
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After ridding for a while. I arrived at a town. I looked for the nearest tavern. I went and found a table that was in the back. I always liked to have everyone in front of me. The bar maid come and asked me what i wanted?"Water". She gave me a funny look. I bet she had never had anyone oder water before. she was a pretty girl and very young. But her eyes told stories of a hard life. Working in a pub she most get grabbed and all manners of other things. She looked at me."Mister are you are you don't want some ale.I replyed water is all I want thank you."She walked opff to get my water. I did not drink ale because of my temper. I got drunk once and woke to a room of injured people I lost my temper and hurt alot of people so I have never drank since.I sat waiting knowing the rest would come soon.
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Looking out the window once more, Alicia fidgeted nervously, aware that the time limit she had set for herself was fast approaching. She had to go downstairs and meet the group, she knew that, but there was just something about crowds...
What was that?
Pushing her sliding glasses back up on her nose, for what seemed like the umpteenth time, she peered outward, her gaze attracted to a figure moving near the outskirts of town. Weaving slightly, as though he coming from a long journey, she could see a tall, muscular blonde man, making his way slowly toward the tavern where she sat.
Transfixed, she stared, her attention caught by the details that began to appear as he approached. He seemed familiar somehow, as though she'd read about him somewhere...
That was it.
Her thoughts racing, she grabbed her pouch, its contents spilling out across the floor as she wrenched it open to retrieve her journeybook. Fliiping rapidly through the pages, her breath racing, she finally found the page she was searching for, thanking the Creator that she hadn't gotten around to erasing the old missives from Shota.
Seven of the chosen have arrived, but there yet remains no sign of the eighth. I fear him lost, for my Summons should have drawn him here long since. You shall have to make do with the seven who are coming, and pray that the eighth's place can be filled by the others.
He fit the description perfectly, from what Shota had told her earlier, before the others had begun to arrive at Agaden Reach. But how...
Her mind whirling, she raced out her door, caring little for the startled gazes directed at her from the cleaning staff, and down the stairs in a controlled fall, catching herself with a desperate clutch at the railing near the bottom with a wrench that threatened to tear her arm from its socket. Careening through the crowd, she barely glanced at the group sitting in the corner, so intent was she on getting free of the common room.
She came through the front door to a shining afternoon sun, blinking away the tears caused by the brightness, and lifting an arm to shield it from her eyes. Moving forward, she stopped abruptly, seeing the man up close now, standing a few feet away.
Alicia reached up to adjust her glasses, which hung askew upon her nose from her headlong run through the tavern, and simply gaped at him, her mouth working, unable to think of anything to say that wouldn't sound completely moronic.
"Um, hi... How did you get here?"
Smiling vapidly, she looked at him, waiting for a response, wondering how he could possibly have arrived here, without first going to the Reach to see Shota.
What was that?
Pushing her sliding glasses back up on her nose, for what seemed like the umpteenth time, she peered outward, her gaze attracted to a figure moving near the outskirts of town. Weaving slightly, as though he coming from a long journey, she could see a tall, muscular blonde man, making his way slowly toward the tavern where she sat.
Transfixed, she stared, her attention caught by the details that began to appear as he approached. He seemed familiar somehow, as though she'd read about him somewhere...
That was it.
Her thoughts racing, she grabbed her pouch, its contents spilling out across the floor as she wrenched it open to retrieve her journeybook. Fliiping rapidly through the pages, her breath racing, she finally found the page she was searching for, thanking the Creator that she hadn't gotten around to erasing the old missives from Shota.
Seven of the chosen have arrived, but there yet remains no sign of the eighth. I fear him lost, for my Summons should have drawn him here long since. You shall have to make do with the seven who are coming, and pray that the eighth's place can be filled by the others.
He fit the description perfectly, from what Shota had told her earlier, before the others had begun to arrive at Agaden Reach. But how...
Her mind whirling, she raced out her door, caring little for the startled gazes directed at her from the cleaning staff, and down the stairs in a controlled fall, catching herself with a desperate clutch at the railing near the bottom with a wrench that threatened to tear her arm from its socket. Careening through the crowd, she barely glanced at the group sitting in the corner, so intent was she on getting free of the common room.
She came through the front door to a shining afternoon sun, blinking away the tears caused by the brightness, and lifting an arm to shield it from her eyes. Moving forward, she stopped abruptly, seeing the man up close now, standing a few feet away.
Alicia reached up to adjust her glasses, which hung askew upon her nose from her headlong run through the tavern, and simply gaped at him, her mouth working, unable to think of anything to say that wouldn't sound completely moronic.
"Um, hi... How did you get here?"
Smiling vapidly, she looked at him, waiting for a response, wondering how he could possibly have arrived here, without first going to the Reach to see Shota.
Benedict's head screamed in pain as he pushed open the door to the tavern. He entered the watering hole to see a young woman race toward him asking him a simple question, "How did you get here?" Benedict scratched his head, feeling grains of sand in his hair. On any other day this would probably be an easy question but not today. "...I have no idea.....I'm not really sure I know where I am or who you are....do I know you?" Benedict began to stagger around the room, "Hold I think I need to sit." Benedict slowly walked to a booth in the corner of the tavern and sat down. The woman looked somewhat frightened. "Sorry where are my manners. My name is Benedict...I think. I just found myself on the beach over there not more than twenty minutes ago, that's all I know, honestly. And who might you be?"
BlazeofLife
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Looking back at him, Alicia stuttered, at a loss for words.
Amnesia? It would explain things...
"Um, my name is Alicia. Benedict, is it?" She waited for his confirming nod. "I think I've been waiting for you... and so has the rest of your companions." Realising that she was probably confusing him, Alica tried to stop, but the words seemed to pour from her mouth of their own volition, her nervous energy finally finding an outlet as she rambled on incessantly.
"Oh, you probably don't know about them yet, even I havn't actually gone and met them, oh, and this is going to be so weird, I mean, here they are, they've done the whole witch meeting thingie, and now you're here, and you're joining them, and..." Aiming most of the words back over her shoulder, she led the way toward a table in the corner, where the seven companions sat.
Ignoring their quizzical looks, she began pointing to each of them, her verbiage continuing unabated.
"Let's see, this one here, the young guy with the brown hair and eyes, thats Darren Greenfield, and over there, with the simply lovely emerald eyes, thats Omar Light, he has the blonde hair, actually, its kinda like yours, I wonder if you two could be related?... Anyway, over here, we've got Sirocco, she's the young lady with the short black hair, and here...."
Continuing, she named each of the members of the group, relying on her remembrances of Shota's descriptions to guide her own observations.
When she'd finished, she stood for a moment, unsure what to say next, then threw caution to the wind and plowed ahead.
"Hey everybody, I'm Alicia, this here's Benedict, (I think) and we're gonna be joining you guys! Um, I think I'm supposed to lead you, or something, I don't know, nobody really tells me anything, but I know how to get to Tanimura, I used to live there, well, I guess I still do, I'm just not there right now, but that doesn't mean I don't still live there, but, anyway, where was I? Oh. So, the great high muckety muck miss S, I'm not gonna say her name in front of all these people, riots, bloody uprisings, and all that, so anyway, she said I should take you to Tanimura, what with the big 'events' coming up and all, so here I am!"
Taking a deep breath, she flushed, pushing her lenses upward yet again, and glanced around at the others sheepishly, hoping they wouldn't be looking at her with the openmouthed astonishment that usually accompanied one of her rare outbursts.
Amnesia? It would explain things...
"Um, my name is Alicia. Benedict, is it?" She waited for his confirming nod. "I think I've been waiting for you... and so has the rest of your companions." Realising that she was probably confusing him, Alica tried to stop, but the words seemed to pour from her mouth of their own volition, her nervous energy finally finding an outlet as she rambled on incessantly.
"Oh, you probably don't know about them yet, even I havn't actually gone and met them, oh, and this is going to be so weird, I mean, here they are, they've done the whole witch meeting thingie, and now you're here, and you're joining them, and..." Aiming most of the words back over her shoulder, she led the way toward a table in the corner, where the seven companions sat.
Ignoring their quizzical looks, she began pointing to each of them, her verbiage continuing unabated.
"Let's see, this one here, the young guy with the brown hair and eyes, thats Darren Greenfield, and over there, with the simply lovely emerald eyes, thats Omar Light, he has the blonde hair, actually, its kinda like yours, I wonder if you two could be related?... Anyway, over here, we've got Sirocco, she's the young lady with the short black hair, and here...."
Continuing, she named each of the members of the group, relying on her remembrances of Shota's descriptions to guide her own observations.
When she'd finished, she stood for a moment, unsure what to say next, then threw caution to the wind and plowed ahead.
"Hey everybody, I'm Alicia, this here's Benedict, (I think) and we're gonna be joining you guys! Um, I think I'm supposed to lead you, or something, I don't know, nobody really tells me anything, but I know how to get to Tanimura, I used to live there, well, I guess I still do, I'm just not there right now, but that doesn't mean I don't still live there, but, anyway, where was I? Oh. So, the great high muckety muck miss S, I'm not gonna say her name in front of all these people, riots, bloody uprisings, and all that, so anyway, she said I should take you to Tanimura, what with the big 'events' coming up and all, so here I am!"
Taking a deep breath, she flushed, pushing her lenses upward yet again, and glanced around at the others sheepishly, hoping they wouldn't be looking at her with the openmouthed astonishment that usually accompanied one of her rare outbursts.
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Darren chuckled at the windstorm with glasses, and waved to two empty seats.
"Well, you might as well join us. And drink up, it's on the 'muckety-muck'."
The woman, Alicia, blushed furiously, and sat.
Darren continued. "So, your going to lead us south, eh? You sure your up for it? From what I understand, this won't be a walk in the daisies. It could get messy."
He signalled the tavern maid to bring two more mugs for the newcomers.
"I've already ordered some food, so I hope your hungry." He looked over her shoulder at the piles of food being carried to the table, and grinned. "Here it comes now."
"Well, you might as well join us. And drink up, it's on the 'muckety-muck'."
The woman, Alicia, blushed furiously, and sat.
Darren continued. "So, your going to lead us south, eh? You sure your up for it? From what I understand, this won't be a walk in the daisies. It could get messy."
He signalled the tavern maid to bring two more mugs for the newcomers.
"I've already ordered some food, so I hope your hungry." He looked over her shoulder at the piles of food being carried to the table, and grinned. "Here it comes now."
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Egan Reustwich
Egan had followed along after the others as they moved along. So many things, he felt, were going to get them killed. He felt like he was walking right into a trap. But, then again, there was certainly nothing he could do about it. While everyone else sat around having fun, Egan was leaning hi back against the wall of the common room, watching them.
He sighed. It was crazy. Simply crazy. At least they'd made good time with the mountains. He watched the little group, idly scratching at the shoulder of his left arm, wondering when the deadly insanity of what they were doing would hit them. At best, this was a suicide mission. At worst...it would be a failed one...
Egan had followed along after the others as they moved along. So many things, he felt, were going to get them killed. He felt like he was walking right into a trap. But, then again, there was certainly nothing he could do about it. While everyone else sat around having fun, Egan was leaning hi back against the wall of the common room, watching them.
He sighed. It was crazy. Simply crazy. At least they'd made good time with the mountains. He watched the little group, idly scratching at the shoulder of his left arm, wondering when the deadly insanity of what they were doing would hit them. At best, this was a suicide mission. At worst...it would be a failed one...
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"Um, yeah, messy, I know, swords, magic, war, talismans, adeventure, all that stuff..." Alicia kept her head down, looking furtively at the speaker, Darren, before looking away.
"Um, don't worry, I may not get out too much, but I've been around longer than everyone here combined, so I've seen what happens in these things. And besides, I'm just with you guys until Tanimura, after that, somebody else gets to guide you. That shouldn't be too dangerous." She glanced around worriedly, piqued suddenly by something new to fret about. "Should it?"
She giggled, nervously, and gestured, watching as the chair on which Darren sat began to rise a few inches off the ground, then set it back down. With a flourish, she twisted her wrist, and her dacra slipped comfortably into her palm, disappearing as fast as it had come. A dacra was a sharpened spike, about the same size as a dagger, that was connected to her Han, or magical energy. When she stabbed someone with it, she could, with a thought, trigger it with her gift, causing instant death in its victim.
"And don't worry, I'm not entirely without defences. Anyway, I'm just the guide, I have no intention of taking you anywhere near your enemies. Fighting them is your job, not mine."
Blushing furiously, astounded at her own display, she hunched in upon herself, hoping that the brown haired man, Darren, hadn't taken offence at his chair moving. She hadn't really been looking, so she was uncertain how he'd reacted.
"Um, don't worry, I may not get out too much, but I've been around longer than everyone here combined, so I've seen what happens in these things. And besides, I'm just with you guys until Tanimura, after that, somebody else gets to guide you. That shouldn't be too dangerous." She glanced around worriedly, piqued suddenly by something new to fret about. "Should it?"
She giggled, nervously, and gestured, watching as the chair on which Darren sat began to rise a few inches off the ground, then set it back down. With a flourish, she twisted her wrist, and her dacra slipped comfortably into her palm, disappearing as fast as it had come. A dacra was a sharpened spike, about the same size as a dagger, that was connected to her Han, or magical energy. When she stabbed someone with it, she could, with a thought, trigger it with her gift, causing instant death in its victim.
"And don't worry, I'm not entirely without defences. Anyway, I'm just the guide, I have no intention of taking you anywhere near your enemies. Fighting them is your job, not mine."
Blushing furiously, astounded at her own display, she hunched in upon herself, hoping that the brown haired man, Darren, hadn't taken offence at his chair moving. She hadn't really been looking, so she was uncertain how he'd reacted.
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Darren was startled at the chair moving, he reched down, and grabbed it with both hands. It thumped to the ground. Sorcery. Another witch?
He frowned at the woman, then finally relaxed, and chuckled. It was better to have them on his side, than against him.
The food arrived, and he helped himself to a little bit of everything. He hadn't eaten much all day, and was famished.
"So, Alicia, when do we leave?"
He frowned at the woman, then finally relaxed, and chuckled. It was better to have them on his side, than against him.
The food arrived, and he helped himself to a little bit of everything. He hadn't eaten much all day, and was famished.
"So, Alicia, when do we leave?"
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Sirroco entered the tavern and Grinned this was more like it, Walking towards the bar she took in the fact that the place was filled with drunk or nearly drunk men Ahh heaven.
Sirroco perched on a bar stool and swiveled round to face the room, her eyes fastened on a fairly wealthy looking farmer, Sirroco smiled invitingly at him.
The blokey made eye contact and staggered over to the bar,
"Hello, my lovely I haven't seen you before, can I buy you a drink " the man slurred to Sirroco, Sirroco patted the seat next to her and invited the blokey to sit down,
A couple of minuites of Sirroco's flirting and chatting, and the blokey was a companying Sirroco out side,
Once out side the blokey began kissing Sirroco with gusto, As she slid her dagger out Sirroco thought all fire and no style hmm shame, ahh well never mind. As the blokey felt the sharp tip of Sirroco's dagger his passion seemed to die.
"Sorry to stop you " Sirroco said smiling "but That's far enough, now if I could just relieve you of that heavy purse of yours, I'll leave you your family jewels, and suggest you go on home . other wise the local choir is going to get a new suprano"
The blokey handed over his purse scowling at Sirroco, Sirroco pocketed the purse and patted the blokey's face "thank you my 'ansome now you run along home to wifey and just be grateful that you ain't a eunuch"she said giving emphasis to her words with her dagger, the blokey backed off then took of heading a way from the tavern, Sirroco giggled and reentered the tavern intent on her next victim.
Sitting back down at the bar she noticed a merchanted seated at the bar on his own, smiling at him she gave him an eye full of her ample cleavage, she was just about to start on the preliminaries, for getting him out side and robbing him when she heard,
Darren asking a strange woman when they were leaving.
Walking over to Darren Sirroco looked up at him and said " Leaving? we cann't leave yet there's a fortune to be made in this tavern and I've hardly had chance to make a start yet."
Sirroco perched on a bar stool and swiveled round to face the room, her eyes fastened on a fairly wealthy looking farmer, Sirroco smiled invitingly at him.
The blokey made eye contact and staggered over to the bar,
"Hello, my lovely I haven't seen you before, can I buy you a drink " the man slurred to Sirroco, Sirroco patted the seat next to her and invited the blokey to sit down,
A couple of minuites of Sirroco's flirting and chatting, and the blokey was a companying Sirroco out side,
Once out side the blokey began kissing Sirroco with gusto, As she slid her dagger out Sirroco thought all fire and no style hmm shame, ahh well never mind. As the blokey felt the sharp tip of Sirroco's dagger his passion seemed to die.
"Sorry to stop you " Sirroco said smiling "but That's far enough, now if I could just relieve you of that heavy purse of yours, I'll leave you your family jewels, and suggest you go on home . other wise the local choir is going to get a new suprano"
The blokey handed over his purse scowling at Sirroco, Sirroco pocketed the purse and patted the blokey's face "thank you my 'ansome now you run along home to wifey and just be grateful that you ain't a eunuch"she said giving emphasis to her words with her dagger, the blokey backed off then took of heading a way from the tavern, Sirroco giggled and reentered the tavern intent on her next victim.
Sitting back down at the bar she noticed a merchanted seated at the bar on his own, smiling at him she gave him an eye full of her ample cleavage, she was just about to start on the preliminaries, for getting him out side and robbing him when she heard,
Darren asking a strange woman when they were leaving.
Walking over to Darren Sirroco looked up at him and said " Leaving? we cann't leave yet there's a fortune to be made in this tavern and I've hardly had chance to make a start yet."
Paendragon
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Darren looked up at Sirroco, and frowned. Why was she even here?
"We're not here to fatten your purse. You already lightened the load of the last man you walked out of here with, I'll wager."
He sighed. She was pretty, but damned if she didn't make him want to welt her rump. Hold your temper, Darren. Hold your temper.
"Now, I suggest you sit your arse down with us, before the farmer finds his courage and fetches the town watch!" The last came out as a loud whisper, and Darren took a deep breath.
Amateurs. They could get us all killed. This mission was risky enough without them. He gritted his teeth, and watched her.
"We're not here to fatten your purse. You already lightened the load of the last man you walked out of here with, I'll wager."
He sighed. She was pretty, but damned if she didn't make him want to welt her rump. Hold your temper, Darren. Hold your temper.
"Now, I suggest you sit your arse down with us, before the farmer finds his courage and fetches the town watch!" The last came out as a loud whisper, and Darren took a deep breath.
Amateurs. They could get us all killed. This mission was risky enough without them. He gritted his teeth, and watched her.
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Sirroco looked up at Darren, and she smiled it was the kind of smile that would even give a saint lust ful thoughts, keeping eye contact and the smile she slid closer to Darren. as she leaned her body against him, she pressed her dagger against his balls, whispering in his ear she said "you ever talk to me like that again and I'll castrate you," her tone lightened and she said" Mutual respect my'andsome, mutual respect."
As she removed the dagger Sirroco leaned forward and gave Darren a kiss and patted his cheek in an affectionately but slightly patronising manner, she then turned to listen to what the others were saying.
As she removed the dagger Sirroco leaned forward and gave Darren a kiss and patted his cheek in an affectionately but slightly patronising manner, she then turned to listen to what the others were saying.
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Darren resheathed the knife he had ready to cut her throat. He would never draw first blood with a woman if he could avoid it, but if she had so much as nicked him... well, she hadn't.
He leaned in toward her, and whispered in her ear. "First time is free, thief. If you bear that blade to me again, you'd best plant it in my ribs. And if you threaten this mission or our lives with your thievery, I swear you'll be kissing an arrow before the first one of us falls. Don't think you'll get any sympathy from anyone else in this group, either. We all want to live through this mission, so wait 'til we're through to ply your trade."
He started to step away, before stepping close again, with a lecherous grin on his face. "One more thing, if you ever wish to press your body against mine again, let me know... I'll give you a key to my room."
He returned to his seat, and took a long sip from his mug.
He leaned in toward her, and whispered in her ear. "First time is free, thief. If you bear that blade to me again, you'd best plant it in my ribs. And if you threaten this mission or our lives with your thievery, I swear you'll be kissing an arrow before the first one of us falls. Don't think you'll get any sympathy from anyone else in this group, either. We all want to live through this mission, so wait 'til we're through to ply your trade."
He started to step away, before stepping close again, with a lecherous grin on his face. "One more thing, if you ever wish to press your body against mine again, let me know... I'll give you a key to my room."
He returned to his seat, and took a long sip from his mug.
Benedict said hello to the group of travlers before grabbing some ribs off of the plate and devouring them in minutes, "Pardon my manners I don't know when the last time I ate anything was." Benedict countinued to eat and drink while Sirroco and Darren argued. He wanted to know about these people but waited until the two sat down.
Benedict looked blankley at the group, "So, what are we all doing here and what does everyone do?" Benedict prayed the group didn't ask him about himself, considering he didn't remember a damn thing.
Benedict looked blankley at the group, "So, what are we all doing here and what does everyone do?" Benedict prayed the group didn't ask him about himself, considering he didn't remember a damn thing.
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Seeing Egan walk in I had to go speak to him.I walked over to him. I need to make peace with and size him up. Find out if he was still angery about before . I would rather find out now then later. "Egan would kind chance do you think we have."
BlazeofLife
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Glancing around, Alicia saw the furor being created by Darren and Sirocco, but had little idea of the cause. Even Jerahmeel and Egan seemed to be at odds with each other. She looked at them all, perplexed, and finally stood.
"Oh, c'mon people! What's the matter with you guys? What, Mister I'm Going To Take Over The World And Plunge You All Into Eternal Hell For The Rest Of Eternity isn't enough for you, you've gotta picks fights among yourselves too? Grow up! I mean, I know it's been a long time since I was your age, but I don't remember things being this way among everyone! You all need to work together. 'Together we are strong, separate we are nothing'- ring any bells?
"And as for your question, we're leaving tomorrow morning. At dawn. So everybody be waiting. Hmph."
Pushing away from the table, she strode away, smiling to herself at her impressive display. Until she stumbled on the first step of the stairs. Catching herself just short of a tumble, she blushed furiously, and ran the rest of the way up.
"Oh, c'mon people! What's the matter with you guys? What, Mister I'm Going To Take Over The World And Plunge You All Into Eternal Hell For The Rest Of Eternity isn't enough for you, you've gotta picks fights among yourselves too? Grow up! I mean, I know it's been a long time since I was your age, but I don't remember things being this way among everyone! You all need to work together. 'Together we are strong, separate we are nothing'- ring any bells?
"And as for your question, we're leaving tomorrow morning. At dawn. So everybody be waiting. Hmph."
Pushing away from the table, she strode away, smiling to herself at her impressive display. Until she stumbled on the first step of the stairs. Catching herself just short of a tumble, she blushed furiously, and ran the rest of the way up.
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Egan Reustwich
Egan looked at him, and gave a slight shrug. "Chances? Chances? Chances are only one of us will live. And I doubt if it will be you or me."
He slid over to the two arguers, and looked between the two before he laughed. "Sir, please, this isn't a theif. Theives work by stealth. Anyone can hold someone up, leave the bandit be."
He shrugged, looked them all over one last time, and went upstairs to get some sleep. He was Mord-Sith. They didn't have to like him, hell, no one liked Mord-Sith. The problem was, these people didn't know fear. That either meant they were very brave, or very stupid. And at the moment,....
Only the stupid were brave.
Egan looked at him, and gave a slight shrug. "Chances? Chances? Chances are only one of us will live. And I doubt if it will be you or me."
He slid over to the two arguers, and looked between the two before he laughed. "Sir, please, this isn't a theif. Theives work by stealth. Anyone can hold someone up, leave the bandit be."
He shrugged, looked them all over one last time, and went upstairs to get some sleep. He was Mord-Sith. They didn't have to like him, hell, no one liked Mord-Sith. The problem was, these people didn't know fear. That either meant they were very brave, or very stupid. And at the moment,....
Only the stupid were brave.
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Darren chuckled into his mug, and watched the big Mord-Sith walk away. Bandit, indeed.
He had meant what he said to Scirroco. All it would take was for one of her victims to reach down, and realize he still had his nuts. He would then translate those nuts into courage, and go get the Town Watch. Darren had never been in a town that didn't abhor thievery, and wouldn't send at least a dozen of the Watch to arrest one. Where would that put them? On the business end of a sword most likely.
It wouldn't be the first time he had been in that situation - you couldn't be in his line of work and expect not to - but the other times, he had been gettin' paid to face those swords.
He supposed he was getting paid now, too, after a fashion. Paid with his families continued freedom. He vowed that he would kill anyone who threatened that. Whether they be friend, or foe.
He rose, and strode over to a pretty-eyed tavern maid. She turned to him, and he bowed, and kissed her hand. She blushed, and giggled. "Excuse me, miss. Could you direct me to a good fletcher in town?"
"Three buildings down, milord. Green sign, you can't miss it." She dropped her eyes.
He grinned at her. "Perhaps you would do me the honor of a dance when I return?"
"Perhaps," she replied, blushing again.
He bowed again, and released her hand, and strode from the common room.
He had meant what he said to Scirroco. All it would take was for one of her victims to reach down, and realize he still had his nuts. He would then translate those nuts into courage, and go get the Town Watch. Darren had never been in a town that didn't abhor thievery, and wouldn't send at least a dozen of the Watch to arrest one. Where would that put them? On the business end of a sword most likely.
It wouldn't be the first time he had been in that situation - you couldn't be in his line of work and expect not to - but the other times, he had been gettin' paid to face those swords.
He supposed he was getting paid now, too, after a fashion. Paid with his families continued freedom. He vowed that he would kill anyone who threatened that. Whether they be friend, or foe.
He rose, and strode over to a pretty-eyed tavern maid. She turned to him, and he bowed, and kissed her hand. She blushed, and giggled. "Excuse me, miss. Could you direct me to a good fletcher in town?"
"Three buildings down, milord. Green sign, you can't miss it." She dropped her eyes.
He grinned at her. "Perhaps you would do me the honor of a dance when I return?"
"Perhaps," she replied, blushing again.
He bowed again, and released her hand, and strode from the common room.
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Cullen was disappoointed when the guide had told him that they would be heading south. He had thought that they would be heading east he had wanted to go by his house and see if he could find any clues as to what really happend while he was gone. It would have to wait until he got back from his journey.
Cullen observed the scene that unfolded between Scirocco and Darren. He also saw Jerahmell walk away with Egan. This whole group had made him uncomfortable because they were at odds with each other. This group could either self-destruct or be a force to be reckoned with, but it depended on each person in the group.
Cullen observed the scene that unfolded between Scirocco and Darren. He also saw Jerahmell walk away with Egan. This whole group had made him uncomfortable because they were at odds with each other. This group could either self-destruct or be a force to be reckoned with, but it depended on each person in the group.
