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Post by Frodo on Jan 26, 2005 17:51:11 GMT -5
He sat with his head in his hands, ignoring the fact that his hands were shaking and the room was spinning. The room was also too loud, but a low hum had settled into his ears, so he was oblivious, which wasn't too out of the ordinary for him.
The bartender, with eyes like black coals under greyed, bristling brow was watching the lad. Something was wrong with the young man, but he couldn't quite put his finger on just what. He scruntized him, trying to pull in every detail - the worn, dragon-scale boots, the mudd-splattered breeches, the once-white tunic, the Travel-stained cloak (perhaps it was a dingy blue?) the silvery sword at his side. What struck him the most was the lad's face, with a milk-white scar, shaped like a trailing star, running from the bottom of his left ear, to the nape of his neck. This was mostly covered by a mop of tangled raven-black hair, that looked as if it usually got in his eyes, but now that he had his hands against his face, the hair was pushed back, and had sprung into little ringlets, acting on the drizzling weather outside. The bartender knew that he hadn't come inside becuase it was raining - something was truly bothering the lad, which was probably why he'd drank too much, and was now probably fighting a fit of terrible dizziness. The bartendershook his head, but by doing so, he realized he had missed a detail. The Harp At the boy's side, there lay a great beechwood harp, shining as if it were all pearl. The slender strings seemed to glow with a golden hue, but the eye couldn't pass up that fact that the lovely strings had been knotted and re-knotted at the top. Strange, the bartender thought. "Domovoi," he told himself, washing a mug, "don't meddle in his affairs."[/color]
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Post by Gimli on Jan 27, 2005 13:31:27 GMT -5
The girl watched the boy from across the room, her brown eyes watching his black ones with intense curiosity. Why was he hunched over like that, his shoulders arching with not anger but an emotion she couldn't put a name on. Something un-describable, mysterious.
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Post by Frodo on Jan 27, 2005 18:31:29 GMT -5
He stirred and pulled his hands away from face, feeling a gaze (or gazeS) upon him. Glancing up, he saw the bartender, Domovoi, quickly look away, but there was a girl in the far corner watching him intently with deep brown eyes that seemed to search him, and probe his deepest thoughts. Unease settled over him, and the boy turned his eyes elsewhere, on the throng of many people gathered there, all loud, all intoxicated. He put his back to the girl, hunching his broad shoulders protectively, and stared into the depths on the murky liquid in his mug. It was disgusting, but he downed it all anyway, trying to wash away memory, and perhaps even fall, in a cold faint (perhaps even gratefully dead) to the rush-strewn floor. In a hoarse voice, he ordered for another drink, even as his words slurred together, and his head swam.
But The Harp clattered to the floor.
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Post by Gimli on Jan 27, 2005 19:25:09 GMT -5
The girl continued to watch him, he was uneasy, she felt the tension that he sent throughout the room, he seemed upset about what she did not know. But she knew one thing she would most definitly find out. She watched as he swallowed the last bit of ale that was in front of him, he glanced about like a frightened aninimal,then tried to call for another drink. As his harp clattered to the floor, the girl silently wished to find out more about this young man, and more about his past.
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Jan 29, 2005 13:44:27 GMT -5
As the harp clattered to the floor, the door opened and a bedragled stranger entered the room. Her red hair was cut short like a boy's and clung to her face because of the rain. She walked wearily, as if she had traveled many days and nights without rest. The sword at her side gleamed threatningly, almost seeming alive. She leaned very heavily on the staff she carried with her, made of dark ebony with a celtic-knot cap of silver. Her sad green eyes that spoke of to many close encounters with death surveyed the room. They rested on the fallen harp. Shuffle thud, shuffle thud, she trudged over towards the harp. When she reached it she stifly picked it up. She sat it next to the owner, her hand hesitating to remove itself from the intracately carved wood. No one seemed to notice the large heavy leather book that hovered behind her. When she sat down next to the depressed lad the book landed with a soft thud beside her right arm, the lad was on her left. She glanced out the window when a soft neigh sounded outside. She seemed to concentrate and the horse whickered. The bar tender recognized her and walked over. "I thought you wouldn't be back this way for quite a while, but here you appear again in only two weeks time." "I have a horse I would like someone to tend to tonight, a big brown war-horse. She's to be released and let run free tomorrow morning." "I'll have a stable boy tend to her. Mind telling me why you're back so soon? Will you be having something to drink?" "Water, I'm recouperating from injuries and it would be best if I didn't get drunk anyway. They found me."
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Jan 29, 2005 17:08:33 GMT -5
"Who?" said the bartender, shocked. Who could discover her? SHe was the master of deception and disguise. "How?" "The gov." She spat out the shortened word for government and gulped down the cold water the bartender gave her. She shivered as the piercing cold laced through her insides. "I tried to something with my magic that I couldn't do and I lost control. It took away my disguise and they caught me. Now they know that I'm not dead and what I am capable of. I'm not safe anywhere anymore." "You could stay here, I'm sure we could protect you here, and anyway I owe you a favor for taming that beautiful creature for me, what did you call it again?" "A Hippogryph. And no, I can't stay here, this is probably the first place they will look after they realize their hounds are leading them in the wrong direction. I'll just provide a danger to you and they'll probably arrest y'all and shut this place down. No, I just need a safe place to stay the night." "Whatever you say, obviously your mind can't be changed. I'll leave you to your thoughts. The room upstairs is open, you can have it." The Bartender walked away to get her another glass of water. She looked at the lad beside her. It was too obvious that something big was troubling him. Her gaze slided back to his harp. It reminded her of her cousins's flute and hers. They had a matching pair that was made out of the same wood and carved similarly. They had been told that In the old days an even older birch fell in a storm. The branches were already shaped to make it easy to make instruments with. A set of instruments was made from it, 2 flutes, 2 drums, 2 harps, 2 fiddles, and so forth. They already held the magic of the tree from wich they came, but every creature that touched them added their own magic to them. They were now so powerful thsat they almost had minds of their own and could play a humans soul, what was in it, what wasn't in it, what it could be. Their music could shape a soul for the better. There was also an ebony that fell in the same storm as the beech. Its wood was wrongly shaped for making instruments, but people still made instruments from it. For each pair of instruments made from the beech one was made of the ebony. Each of these instruments was shaped wrong but still carried the magic of the ebony, but every creature that tuched them had their magic stolen from them. They had become so powerful that they could also play the human soul, but they played in a twisted way. They didn't tell the soul what it was or what it could be, but told it what to be, what to do, and usually destroyed it one way or another. She wondered what could be troubling the lad if he had one of the beech intruments. Something had to be done to snap him out of his little pity party or he would never recover, or if he was set an important task it would never get done. She pulled out her flute and began to play it, starting low and quiet in a sad mournful tune. After a few notes the harp joined in, even though no had was touching it. She slowed down her tune and became the accompianist to the harp as it played what was going on in the lads heart. The bar went silent except for the music. Slowly the lad lifted his head and stared at the harp then at her.
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Post by Gimli on Jan 29, 2005 22:25:12 GMT -5
The girl still stood in the shadows, silently observing the scene before her, here she was the same age as this boy but no, she could not say anything it was not her job, she was intrusted with the hearts of the unfortunate and that is all, she couldn't meddle in there affairs. Simply keep eye on them. Suddenly the door burst open with a gust of wind she watched as a cloaked figure stepped into the crowded bar. The figure made its way across the room to the counter threw of its cloak and started speaking to the bar tender. Who was this girl? the keeper of the shadows asked herself. "Keeper of the shadow hearts and all that lies secret and unspoken." That is what her Uncle had called her, she had never met her real parents she had simply grown up with her Uncle, and that is the name he had given her, it ended up that he just called her "Keeper". She had once asked about her parents but he wished to keep it a secret, saying only that they had died in a horrid storm. The sound of the red haired girl making her way torwards the boy with harp, woke her from her dream, "Maybe she to knows the secret behind the harp". Keeper wondered to herself. "All I need to do is watch the boy, make sure he's allright, and sucessfully follow him, and maybe this girl would take care of the rest, seeing how she is more visible then I am." The girl stood and watched the red head observe the boy silently, maybe this girl could unlock the reasons why the boy had the harp and what is making the harp hold so tightly to him. Strangly enough no one noticed the girl in the back of the room but if you looked very closely you could see a pair of hauntingly bright brownish grey eyes watching everything and everyone in the room.
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Post by Frodo on Jan 31, 2005 18:23:28 GMT -5
((OutOfCharacter: *shakes finger at Faffimbaki* Tsk tsk! No power playing, young master Grek))
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Post by Frodo on Jan 31, 2005 18:55:26 GMT -5
He felt a presence beside him, a wild, untamed one. He tried to shift away, but his own weight seemed too heavy to move. It took nearly all of his strength just to raise the mug to his lips, and let the last drop of the amber liquid trickle down his throat. He was exhausted. Weariness gripped him, and darkness swirled at the edge of his vision, moving closer and closer; coldness, deeper than ice set into his bones, and he swayed on the spot, wanting to die, wanting to end it all - he was so tired of his life, of this world, and it would be so easy, so simple and easy to give up - when he heard the sound. It was dim at first, echoing faintly, but then it blossomed into a full melody. Warmth returned to him, and his eyes cleared. Humming inside him, the song filled the lad with a sense of strange joy; his heavy heart lessened a bit. He pushed his black hair out of his eyes, with hands returned to steadiness, and traced the scar along his neck. Slowly, gratefully, he lifted his grey eyes to the stranger beside him. Her long fingers arched over a flute - a beechwood flute - and with a jolt he realized his harp was playing by some unseen force. His gaze traveled upward, and he took in her features; the red hair, the sober green eyes, the angular face. The harp strummed as his own heart did. It sang of longing, of fair green hills in the summer mornings; he felt himself drift away, soul aching. The music began to fade, and he sat still as the finishing notes died out. His throat tightened as he thought of something to say, and he choked, holding his rubs, until he ceased. "I know you," he said in a husky voice to the girl at his side. "Ive - I've seen you before somewhere. I think."[/color]
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Post by Gimli on Jan 31, 2005 20:20:43 GMT -5
She sat there watching the scene before, feeling it as the power surgerd through her veins. "Who was this stranger and why was she concerning herself with the boy? " she thought to herself. She watched the magic flow in front of her as the girl played her flute, the boy seemed stunned and very weary. She hear him then say. "I know you." he said tiredly, "I've - I've seen you somewhere I think." Keeper so deseperatly wanted to know what happened next but she had no knowledge of the future. "Why hadn't anyone decided I needed the gift of foresight!" she muttered to herself. With a sigh she lifted her hood and snuck out the door. She had other affairs to tend to tonight. She walked behind the Taveren looking around for her appointment, "Where are you?" she asked fear dripping in every word she spoke. "Right here!" She whirled around to face her foe.
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Post by Gimli on Feb 1, 2005 16:41:53 GMT -5
The man stood before her, tall in a cape of dark grey, his figure loomed over her. "What do you want Roonan? Who is it this time?" "that boy inside, he is mine! We need him! I need him!" the man said as flame shot from his eyes torwards the back of the tavern. "YOU cannott have him!" Keeper yelled. she whirled around to face Roonan, catching the fireball with a magic net before it went into the wall. "Give me one good reason why you need to have him!" she yelled. "His powers, little girl his powers!" he looked at her, his eyes glittering with evil. "You will see me again, Keeper and it will not be pleasent! I WILL have the boy!" Roonan turned and stalked away his cape flowing behind him. With a sigh Keeper turned back into the tavern, she should keep an eye on this boy, apparently he was important enough to Roonan to threaten her about it. she went back to her little corner observing the boy, as she sat there her thoughts drifted back to the first time she met Roonan he was a boy that lived on the farm next to her uncles he was, well, a fairey and he lived with his parents who were also faireys. he grew into a nice young man but soon fell among some bad people. and to make a long story short he turned into what he was now a slave to a night element, named Furtlo who loved to pray on the souls of the innocint and weak.
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 1, 2005 21:12:20 GMT -5
(Out of character) Sorry, couldn't resist! No one was on all day after my first post and I was itching to do something! Won't happen again, unless you guys tell me I can. You can leave a little note and tell me when I can go hog-wild ok?
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 1, 2005 21:17:16 GMT -5
(Back in character) She slowly lowered the flut from her lips as he said the words, words that she had begun to think moments ago, "I think I know you." "You seem familliar too, but you need some rest before we try to figure out where we know eachother from. There's a room upstairs, let me help you to it."
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 1, 2005 21:23:56 GMT -5
It was getting bright outside the window, but it was not near dawn yet. She looked out the window wondering what could be happening. She couldn't see anything so she settled back down and reflected on the night's events. She had convinced him to rest and had mostly dragged him to the bed the bartender had offered her. He fell asleep quickly and she had sat down next to the window facing the door. Something did not feel right and bothered her instincts so much that she couldn't even drift off into a waking doze, and she needed to rest. She hadn't slept in four whole days. To distract herself she tried to remember who the lad reminded her of, or who he was if she actually knew him.
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Post by Gandalf on Feb 2, 2005 9:11:00 GMT -5
The day was bright again. Too bright for liking. A long sword was fastned securly to a tall you girls side; her long red hair streaming out the hood that lightly clung to her face. The tall polished staff in her right hand gleamed.
Then in a suddenly horrific instant she stopped. A bright light inside her head leading to an unknowen destination.
Keeper was here; she could feel it in the way the wind moved and the leaves in the trees sat.
"Keeper." she whispered under her breath. "I have come for you."
As Fate would have it the girl, Keeper, stepped out of a bar. The bar just outside the trees Moriwen was hiding.
"Keeper." she whispered again. "The time has come the dawn is breaking and the boy is slipping from your grasp." She paused. The Keeper was staring into the trees where she stood. "Time is of the essence. Speed your hunt, or I will for you. He is mine if you have not retained him by the next full moon." Suddenly Moriwen dropped. Loose knees and eyes turning from the black they were into their normal green. She was falling, falling to the ground seeming to have let go of life in the process.
Magic though, would not allow it. Her time for rest was not yet come.
((Out of character)spooky... no idea where I'm going. I'm just tired of everything focusing around the boy and the harp.)
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