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Post by goldberry on Feb 4, 2005 18:22:13 GMT -5
(out of character) I know that some one else was writing in blue, but I had no other color that would stand out besides pink and there's no way I'm writing it that.n I haven't written yet, but I am going to as soon as I post this. Sorry Rachel. If I rememeber, I'll post writings in a different color next time.
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Post by goldberry on Feb 4, 2005 18:23:10 GMT -5
it didn't do color. well, then, I guess I ought to be apologizing to Gimli instead.
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Post by Frodo on Feb 4, 2005 18:25:49 GMT -5
(Who cares about Color? Just go with it. I'm curious!)
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Post by goldberry on Feb 4, 2005 18:57:01 GMT -5
I looked at the inn. It was so cold. All I wanted to do was go inside. I was wet. I had been traveling in the rain and fog for weeks. Even now, with clear skies for the past day and a half, I was damp and shivering. I knew I was ill. The cut on my side needed tending, unless I wanted to bleed dry. But something held me back. Strange glows had appeared in the woods last night. I had heard voices, whispers and shouts carried on the wind. Glancing at the now familiar cover of undergrowth by the road, I debated returning to my hiding spot. Suddenly, a cart went careening towards me. Scrambling to get out of the way, I tripped, sprawling willy-nilly on the doorstep of the tavern. Looking up, I thought, there's nothing for it now, I have to go inside. I pullled myself up clumsily. I pushed open the door, and looked around the room as I entered it.
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Post by goldberry on Feb 4, 2005 20:01:33 GMT -5
I sighed tiredly. I had gotten a small cramped room in what I could only assume was the attic. It's bigger than my entire home, though. Mentally, I slapped myself. What home? It's gone, remember? a voice taunted in my mind. The innkeeper had let me bathe free of charge, no doubt because of the smell I had been giving off. Sitting on the bed, I looked at the wound. It was a miracle it hadn't been infected. It wasn't long, just deep. When I was nearly ten miles away from the remnants of my village, a strange man had approached me. He had been close to forty, with flinty eyes and a high, hard drone for a voice. After asking me where I hailed from, he had drawn a dagger, which I could tell was high quality despite the rust and stains on it, and slashed at me. I had on idea who he was nor why he did it, but thanks to him I had a small, horizontal mark along the bottom of my ribcage. The skin was just now scabbing over, and extremely tender. Hopefully I wouldn't foget about it and reopen it. I rotated my wrists back and forth, then laid down on the bed. I had every intention of sleeping away the rest of today and tomorrow. I dreamt of darkness. A soft, lilting, lonesome harp song drifted throughout my sleep. I woke with no rememberance of where I was. Panicking, I bolted up in bed. Wincing at the trickle of warm blood now making it's way down my stomach, I recalled getting a room here. Sunlight slanted through the gaps in the wall chinking. Judging from them, it was late afternoon. Standing up, I pulled on the worn, now clean, breeches and cotton shirt. Climbing carefully down the latter propped against the attic floorboards, I entered a long, narrow hallway. A set of steep, molding stairs led to the area used as the tavern. A lone figure was slouched over a table nearest the room's single, grimy window. A staff was leaned within reach nearby. Tendrils of red hair had escaped the cloak's hood, catching the dying light. I couldn't make out the person's face, but I had the sensation that I was being watched, and it made me nervous. Walking towards the counter, I asked the innkeeper if I could work in exchange for a week or so's stay. The fellow eyed me suspiciously, before saying, "Ach, oh. What harm could it do? Can ye keep tables, lass? I'll no have ye scarin' off me customers, though. One peep tha' ye so much as glared at a payin' lodger an' I'll see ye out on th' streets. Mind tha' lassie, ye mind tha'. " This was punctuated by several bounces from his potbelly and whiskery double chins. I simply nodded. "Good. Ye start on th' morrow. Ye look to ill to be much o' use tonight'." I nodded my head again, and plopped down at the table farthest away from the fire. I was breaking a sweat, and my eyes wouldn't focus properly. I fervently hoped that the fever would break before the next dawn. The inkeeper was the sort that would throw you to the dogs if you didn't have gold flash at him probably. I couldn't pay for more than one night and food hadn't entered the deal at all. I cursed my stupidity. I hadn't had bread since I left the shambles of my village. Wild berries and herbs had long since lost their appeal and I didn't want to think on what the people in this city would assume if I went out to gather some anyhow. I was snapped from my reverie by the slam of a too heavy door against a too light frame. The smell of smoke from someone's pipe, ale, and sweat filled my nostrils. Somehow the shifting shadows and voices and odors seemed to melt into one as the already out of focus room began to spin. I shook my head, willing myself not to black out but it only made things worse. I pitched headlong into darkness.
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Post by Frodo on Feb 4, 2005 21:07:31 GMT -5
((OOC: *shakes finger at Jo* No no no! I need to explain a few things. Just go to the board titled "Rant" (I think) and I'll explain there. Roleplaying is confusing if you're not used to it, but once you understand, its loads of fun.
Fisrt, you did a bit of power-playing (oh, and ask Andrea what that means) and you used first-person narration. The Narration is okay, just kind of different, but Power-playing is BAD. BAD JO, BAD. Like I said, go see "rant" - its a humourus argument between Andrea and I. I smell food. Gotta go. I'll post more later))
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 4, 2005 21:33:42 GMT -5
OOC) Yeah, aren't they? I didn't really figure out that the sword could talk 'til today. Humphrey's always been able to talk though. The sword talks in hums, sounds really, like a tuning fork. There is an understood meaning that it gets across through its hums.
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Post by Gimli on Feb 5, 2005 12:10:32 GMT -5
Keeper came back to the inn putting herself in the boys room using her magic, she sat on the windowsill, watching, he lay there sweating tossing and turning, the Jainis was there watching the boy also. she had a weary look on her face, uncertian but weary all the same, she finished the letter spoke send in magic and then started talking to her sword! Jainis walked from the room, Xellas as she had learned was his name, lay there tossing and turning how she wished she knew his dreams.
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 5, 2005 13:17:39 GMT -5
Jainis found what she had been looking for in the forest, she hadn't had to go far. She began to walk back to the inn, to check up on the lad. A short distance from the inn she came upon a large brown war-horse. "Hello!" she greeted it, Are you heading home now? Yes, it replied, You be careful, I hope you stay safe Safe journey to you too, thank you for saving me. No problem! It was fun! Here, cut a portion of my tail. Carry it with you, it should bring you luck. If you ever need help you can toss one hair into the wind and say "I need assistance of the horse folk," and a horse should come to you, no matter where you are, as fast as it possibly can. Jainis took a knife off of her belt and carefully cut a large handful of hair out of the center of the horses tail. The horse bumped her with its nose in farewell and then trotted off. Jainis waved and turned back to the inn. She reached it in a short time and returned to her room. The lad was still on the bed, but he was awake now. "Good morning." She said to him and then strolled over to the corner where her staff was resting, the book followed her in shortly after, floating at about shoulder level. She took the cap off of her staff and placed the large lock of horse hair, wich she had tied into a knot so that she wouldn't lose any of it, inside the staff, then replacing the cap. All of a sudden she looked at the windowsill. She stared at it hard. Something about the light coming through it, at least part of it, wasn't right. She walk over to it and began quickly waving her hand in the window, her hand stopped about half way through. She nodded and then tutned back to the lad. "So, did you have a good nights sleep? Other than your nightmare of course."
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Post by Gimli on Feb 5, 2005 14:48:01 GMT -5
much to keepers surprise the girl had come back already. Keeper tried to stay perfectly still as Jainis waved her hand on the windowsill, Jainis turned toward Xellas and spoke, "Did you have a goodnights sleep? Other then your nightmeres of course."
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Post by Frodo on Feb 5, 2005 15:34:00 GMT -5
"yeah," he muttered, looking away. "I slept alright, I guess." Xellas was curious about the lock of hair the red-headed girl had just put into her staff. Human hair? he thought to himself.
"I don't think I know your name," Xellas said, rising to his feet. "I'm Xellas."[/color]
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 5, 2005 15:38:35 GMT -5
"I'm Jainis," she replied to Xellas, "pastime Robber up to the age of 6. I was then shot dead in the town of Carthage, brought back to life by the master magician Ciern, and am now a wizard. That's who I am. I'm running from the government now. They found out that I'm not really dead and won't believe that I'm not a Robber anymore. How about you?"
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Post by Frodo on Feb 5, 2005 15:40:21 GMT -5
He was fully awake now, and his curiosoties had aroused. Whats with the floating book? And the lock of hair?
Why does she keep after me?
He wasn't angry that she was always around, he merely found it odd. And she played the flute so well. Flute. HARP! What had happened to it? Xellas was frantic. The thing was very precious to him, and didn't think he could bear it if it were broken or lost. [/color]
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Post by Frodo on Feb 5, 2005 15:42:27 GMT -5
"Me?" he rubbed the back of his neck, searching the room for any sign of the harp. "I, uh, went away. And here I am now." He paused as her words sunk it. "You're DEAD??"[/color]
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 5, 2005 15:43:04 GMT -5
"Looking for this?" Jainis asked as he began to look frantic. She pulled the harp out of her staff, where she had stored it the past night when he had been to drunk to even think straight. She handed it to him. "And no I'm not dead. At least not anymore. I died once and Ciern brought me back to life. He replaced my heart with a migic amulet to bring me back. And because of it now I can't die, except for one way. And I'm not going to tell enyone how in case the gov finds out."
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