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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Claiming Ownership
Though Cerric found the event before him mildly humorous, he thought it better not to get involved in the mockery of Highnar. Admittedly, however, he found it hard to control his inner laughter after Vatta's outburst. For an elf, she seemed quite full of the joviality of life. Many elven sages seemed to scorn the energy of the lesser lived mortals. He hadn't seen an elf this taken to humour as she, and it was somewhat comforting. He watched as Highnar fled in humiliation, and then the ladies give chase. The mystic theurge then approached The Elven Paladin who had banded these people together and said, ''Seeing as the dwarf has no more apparent interest in the stone beast, then perhaps I could claim it as my own.''
Posted on 2008-03-24 at 06:51:57.
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Topic: Pool of Radiance
Subject: The Path of Nature.
Brendalla rode upon Maximillion for the majority of the jouney, but she was hardly even a burden to the odd eyed husky. Her air of lackluster discipline probably assisted in his temperament, as the halfling druid often let Max wander off into the woods on the whim of his keen nose, chasing after squirrels, or simply marking his territory, which by now had to be more lands than any animal has traversed. Indeed there were times when the strange duo did not catch up with the others until far past sunfall.
When they were finally in approach of the town of Dungrelle, Brendalla began paying attention to the surroundings. She distrusted any urban environment, far more than the wilderness. In the sculpture of human communities, the danger implanted within was often hidden. She never feared the trees in the distance, the natural world made a decree of her dangers, and they weren't at all worrisome if you knew her laws. With the approach of the two town speakers, she listened to what she saw, and not what they said. The dramatic look of the griever was misleading... and she wondered if the woman before her wore such attire to infect others in the town with the belief that she was in mourning. The priest was old and conservative, but she reeled at the mention of monetary gain. What they were searching for were mercenaries to root out the problems of their organized society... and they would prefer to ransom the assistance of these strangers for bloodshed, rather than bandits for freedom. It was treachery to Brendalla, either way.
She was not opposed to fighting, and was in fact well trained in the matter. Her combative skills had been well honed in her youth, and with her trustworthy friend acting as her mount, her lance struck deep into the heart of her foe. Brendalla gently rubbed her fingers over the rhinoceros skin that she used as armour, feeling connected to this natural cavalier of nature. Like the rhino, she woukd gore the flesh of her prey asunder... though she must always remember that the animal did kill for reasons beyond the defense of himself, and his family.
After listening to the debate of the others, the overzealous ascertainings of the cleric of Mystra, and the somewhat cynical retort from her sagely companion, Brendalla contemplated the decision at hand. With green eyes like pools of rich ocean, she scanned the horizon. ''Bandits or not,'' she said, in her little voice, that felt wise and sounded childish, ''we should not leave children to the mercy of nature. No animal of the forest leaves their pups unattended. Such is especially true at night, when the predators come out to prey.''
Posted on 2008-03-23 at 01:43:43.
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Topic: ~***Myth Drannor Q/A***~
Subject: Never Gonna Stop Me!
Hey, I'm still game, internet or not. lol
Posted on 2008-03-19 at 23:17:38.
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Topic: The Red Dragon Arena Battlegrounds
Subject: For Freak Sakes
Freekin was entirely consumed by tunnel vision, he takes a five foot step forward so that he can reach Azure, and strikes out with both edges of his weapon, meanwhile his blood boiling... (devalero, my computer internet is down, so I apologize for the format, but I also need you to roll for me as well, because my chat doesn't work on my phone. Anyhow, five foot step to A9, Rage, Full round attack, hammer first, then pick.)
Posted on 2008-03-19 at 21:10:39.
Edited on 2008-03-19 at 21:17:21 by Philosopher
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Topic: ~***Myth Drannor Q/A***~
Subject: My Character
Hey Jozan1, i sent you my Character via pm, but i can,t find it in my sent messages folder, so i am thinking it may have been to big for my pda to handle... let me know if you got it.
Posted on 2008-03-19 at 14:10:53.
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Topic: ~***Myth Drannor Q/A***~
Subject: Complications
Well, unfortunately my isp is down today for some strange reason... I have my character complete, but I do not want to put her and her dog in via my pda, can't begin to imaginr the cramp it would give me. You will have the vitals by tomorrow at the latest.
Posted on 2008-03-18 at 12:09:46.
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Topic: ~***Myth Drannor Q/A***~
Subject: Max Hitpoints
Sure, load it up.
Posted on 2008-03-18 at 03:34:51.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Agreeance
"Indeed, let's pay the law a visit. Perhaps we can determine the length of this corruption... for they grasp at straws, with only the words of authority that have it out for our father as a hold. That and the bracelet. Perhaps we might get a look at that and determine it's validity."
Llammoth began heading out the door, taking but a small chunk of bread along. She did not feel that hungry, but couldn't resist the tempting smell. As she passed by the huge cake, she also slipped a finger through the chocolate icing. Hopefully, Goddfrey wouldn't mind. Either way it was rudeness in kind. This was the little fib she told herself to make the mischievous deed right, for she knew that her family would have to wait for her if clients were at the door, but she pretended, at least in mind, that this was not the fact.
Posted on 2008-03-15 at 04:12:48.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Giggles
It was all Llammoth could do not to laugh when Keira came in bumbling about for the appropriate name to call her brother Goddfrey. Lovers... she should've known, mind it could just be a loose tongued expression, however she doubted it. After their baker brother excuses himself she turns to her remainig siblings and says, ''Let's get out of here. It might be nice to see Dorothy again, but I have no idea where that tavern is, so I suggest we carry on with our planned out route, and inquire on the way.''
Posted on 2008-03-12 at 21:54:56.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: No Simple Inquiry.
There is no distinction between the two in this days society, it is alas, a bugger. I suppose if I were to split the reams on the two in question, I would take... Mentos! The Freshmaker.
So... ummm... pins underneath your fingernails, or a desecrated grave? (That is, having your grave desecrated.)
Posted on 2008-03-12 at 12:51:23.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Either This Or That.
Well, seeing as I can't juggle, I would go with cotton balls. They may be light enough for me to react in time, and even if I don't, they wouldn't cut open my wrists.
If the war was a cause of your own, would you fight it? Or, would you have others fight it for you, even though the cause were not their own?
Pick with understanding, even couples have these dilemmas.
Posted on 2008-03-11 at 21:44:40.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Into the Outdoors.
Cerric chuckles softly at Vatta's accusation, in regards to whether the straw they were drawing from had been previously plucked out of his hair. He even mocks a more detailed look at it, as if to see whether he could determine the straw to be familiar to him. He enjoyed clowning around a bit. The abbey had always been such a serious institution. The head librarian would slam his heavy bound book, also known as his weapon of choice, down onto your knuckles if you were so much as whispering in his halls. He demanded silence... the only sound he enjoyed hearing was the turning of pages.
Rather excited at the prospect of watching a dwarf clumsily mutter around a stone horse, he followed Lorae out the tavern doors and into the morning rays. His head was not up to dealing with the light of the sun at the moment, and he shielded his eyes with his hand, awaiting the spectacle to come and pass.
Posted on 2008-03-11 at 12:57:36.
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Topic: The Red Dragon Arena Battlegrounds
Subject: On The Matter Of Veangeance.
Freekin > Hydra > Prebattle
Round 1-2 > Moves to A10, Draws Gnome Hooked Hammer
Round 3-9 > Consumes various amounts of potions and pours an oil onto the heads of his weapon.
Freekin was not the type to release a grudge easily. To be felled so easily by a druid of all things. It was shameful. For the sake of his pride, he would hunt down the wench and make her pay. Though he was not a bright gnome, he realized her mistake when he found her in the nearly exact same spot as the battle before. He was pleased by the walls, for they would provide cover against any interference he might incur before he was done with his prime objective. He gave a stark nod in the direction of Joshua as he passed him by, recognizing his previous teammate, though he turned his back to the man as quickly as he stepped between him and Azure.
"Why hello again. I thought we might have a looksie at each other from a bit closer up this time."
After that, he began consuming vial after vial of variously coloured fluids, stopping for a brief moment to pour a particularly shiny oil upon his gnome hooked hammer.
"There, I feel better. Things outta work out differently this time around..."
Posted on 2008-03-11 at 12:19:25.
Edited on 2008-03-11 at 12:25:54 by Philosopher
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Time is flying.
"Yes, well, the fact of the matter is law in this city is not as just as they pretend in their arrogant speeches and dutiful ceremonies. If we cannot prove our father's innocence, he will be forced to surrender not only the orphanage, but his life to prison. Ormander has many enemies, perhaps most worthy of all is the Councillor. Anyone could have framed him, or, the chamberman may have jumped to the conclusion that it was our loving, yet notably shady home."
Llammoth had followed her brother Goddfrey into the back room, and was rather impressed with his place of work. It appeared that her brother had made a good life for himself. She would have congratulated him, but it was a pointless endeavor and they were in a hurry.
To this point, she ran her forefinger down the bottom of her jawline in a slight of impatience, before saying "How is it that you can help us Goddfrey?" The tone was demanding, but her voice was small as a mouse, and her words as soft as silk. She knew that raising her voice did nothing to proliferate understanding between each other. In fact, heightening your voice only emphasized the vowels, and it was the articulation of consonants that one understood. She was sharp as the edge of a feather.
Posted on 2008-03-09 at 13:49:05.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: The Dough Boy
Llammoth remained quiet and watched the proceedings of her siblings. After all, she had given them as much information as she knew. She also knew that everything she said was as inconclusive as the rest.
When the map was drawn up, and a game plan in effect, she went to leave with the others, casting a farewell to the bartender after he had answered their questions. She enjoyed the warmth of the sun upon her face as they walked the streets. It was not long, however, that her mood became ever more dour when they began passing through cutpurse heaven. It was a district she had become very familiar with in her youth. One that, proudly, she had left in the past. She was well taken care of by her councillor, and hadn't needed to resort to petty crime for quite some time now. Petty politics yes, but downright thuggery no.
The smell of fresh bread was intoxicating, and Llammoth couldn't help but close her eyes and take in the aroma of her brother's bakery. Her eyes were in contrast, glaring quite suspiciously at the little girl who greeted them at the counter. If she knew anything, it was that the girls are by far the more devious. She could not help but smile though, when Goddfrey showed up, hands caked with flour, and chocolate icing smudged on his chin. "Your cakes must be decadent, if you can't even wait to put them on the shelf before consuming them. It is good to see you brother, you don't stop by as much anymore. There has been trouble with the orphanage, as I'm sure you've heard. Our question is simple, have you heard anything more?"
Posted on 2008-03-08 at 19:36:21.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: Feminity Aside
Kumadel is a female, or at least was. But thanks for the eulogy nonetheless. It was touching Kaelyn.
Posted on 2008-03-07 at 14:46:20.
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Dragon's Tears
Such an idiotic blunder! After landing from her incredible leap, she took to making what she had assumed would be short work of the pirate scum. Right off the get go however, she fumbled with her spear, having to use it in close combat, and still perhaps unbalanced from the jump. The pirate whom had been her intended victim parried the blow and knocked her longspear right out of her grasp. Now she was the prey. Three of his comrades came to defend their pirate friend. Kumadel managed to avoid two blows, but alas was injured nonetheless. They struck heavily, gashes that would make scars.
Disoriented from her sudden lack of combat appeal, she raised her eyes to the heavens, looking for a sign, something that might tell her where she had led astray. The dragon charges in and utterly vanquishes her foe. There is no room for softness in the dark nature of the world. Her clumsiness would cost her dearly. Even if she managed to retrieve her spear, the likely hood of victory with such wounds seemed fairly dimished. The clouds parted, her eyes dilated in surprise, watching as a shadow took it's flight from within the cracks. The air stood still... and the sails fluttered to a close. Then suddenly there was a rumble, that grew in intensity until it felt not from without but within. She was knocked breathless, and then a scorching heat consumed her. She did not feel as though she was burning however... she was cold. The wooden railing of the ship was hard, and the trickling of her bloody wounds were all that she could hear. But wait... blood pooled around her face, the dark grey ooze of familiarity dampened her cheek. Kumadel realized that the blood was not from her previous wounds, but that it was erupting from her twig like ears. Her hair darkened as well. An oddity that clued her into what was becoming of the young fae. Though she had never seen the colour of the leaves in the fall, she had been told that they turn from the green that is of the grass, to the orange of a setting sun. It was an appropriate comparison, for like the dying sun, so too were the leaves being laid to rest.
It had been an omen. The shadow in the sky was perhaps her patron leaving her one last look upon a path, a destiny she may have followed. Or perhaps it was the grim of the dragon, come to collect this almost soul. She too was becoming like the leaves of fall. She was browning, and face to face with the autumn of her life. She thought to cry, but found it an impossibility. A dragon would not cry. More than that, no one would cry for her. She knew not her parents, and not her past. She had been an empty shell, until filled with the heart of a dragon's cause. Now she was again emptied, and forgotten she would remain.
As Kumadel's eyes turned to the glamour of glass, the deck was shadowed by the passing of a cloud over the sun, whose tips were as wings, and then all was gone.
Posted on 2008-03-07 at 14:39:07.
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Leap of the Heavens
Kumadel bided her time until the pirate’s vessel came aside The Saucy Wench, and then she sprung from the railing of the ship out into the void between the two buoyant crafts. The leap, to her, was not blind chance. She was born to fly, and simply lacked wings. However, her body seemed made for the fluid flight of her reckless jump. Mid-flight her aura bustled with tumultuous strength, and a phantasmal flame seemed to engulf her for but a moment. Her veins bulged, and her hair fluttered about in wild tangents.
After clearing the gap she makes no effort to gain her bearings, for they were already met. Kumadel was on the ball, spear in hand, and ready to plunge it into the closest foe available. “I shall show YOU the scourge!” she spits as she thrusts her longspear into body of her nearest victim. The day would end here and now, that these pirates offended the seas.
The copper dragon does not hesitate, it understands the chaos of the world, but relishes in it’s dominion above law and order, to focus it’s anarchaic strength upon the purity of kindness and the defence of all things meek and frail. Kumadel would embolden herself to the likeness of these giants, she would strike like a serpent, with the strength of a thousand men, and an unfaltering will. She would be as they, mortal gods.
(Pretty much, she jumps the gap between the two ships, and using a charge if plausible, strikes at the closest enemy when she lands. She has used a swift action to activate her power aura. Either way, charge or no, she strikes out.)
Posted on 2008-03-02 at 15:26:01.
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Topic: How It's Done
Subject: Step 5.
Eat gum or poo, then proceed to step 6.
Posted on 2008-02-29 at 14:47:35.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Rise and Shine.
The scholar priest of Oghma had a hard time getting out of bed that morning... apparently he had one two many pints that evening. His head was splitting and he wished that there were some form of spell that could cure a hangover. He made a mental note to consider researching just that very thing when he had the time, but the memory of Vatta's wisdom popped into his head just then, reminding him that knowledge is not everything. Perhaps, he would be better off keeping his alcohol use moderate, then there would be no need to waste such valuable moments of life pondering the secret remedies of a splitting mind.
After the mystic theurge had prayed to his patron god for guidance in his quest for knowledge, he studied his spellbook carefully, readjusting his mind to the powers of the arcane. Once that daily ritual of his had been completed, he donned his robe and cloak, gathered up his belongings, and headed off to meet his allies in the common room of the inn. They had a jump start on the day it seemed, and were piling and dividing the spoils of their most recent victory against the hordes. He caught Vatta's eyes and smiled pleasantly. He felt rather comfortable in her presence, after all, she had been his bodyguard during the last campaign. "Good morning, m'lady. I hope your sleep in the hay was as pleasant as mine..." He smirked as he pulled a piece of straw from his messy hair.
Lorae waving him over towards the plunder made him glad he had been so studious this morning, as he would likely be indentifying the nature of many articles. He fastidiously began reciting what he could determine about the unknown magical findings, be they minor or marvelous in nature.
Posted on 2008-02-26 at 12:52:39.
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!
Though it was the ingenuity of these humanoids that had crafted this ship, it was the wood that bound it worthy. It was this reminder more than any other, that had made Kumadel feel secure during this voyage. Regardless of the risk, the land of Jamara was far too tempting a treat to refuse.
Her sky blue eyes looked like portals to a plane of peace and purity, as she pondered the origins of her fellow travellers. She had said nothing this entire journey, for she had determined that it was not words that enlightened your understanding of a presence. Words were more often lies than truths. Even in the truth, there were so many recriminations that occurred between the mouth and the ear, such as tone, or context. Nothing ever remained primal with words. This, she felt was the empowerment of action. When someone heard your words, no matter how convincing, there was always room left for doubt. However, when your actions defined your purpose, they were ever the entrenchment of your soul.
Even as peaceful as Kumadel appeared, rocking gently in time with the waves of the ocean, and drowning in her thoughts, she rose to attention immediately at the sounding of a battle. Pirates were a scourge, scandalous and impetuous. They would be a ripe distraction from the long voyage, and a trifling contest for her draconic persona. Grabbing her longspear from the corner, and heading for the door, she made no attempt to employ her fellow travellers. If need be, she would fend off the whole of the buccaneering force by her lonesome. Such was her belief in the strength of her totemic guardian. Without the copper dragon, her path in life would still be filled in by the mists of her past. With it’s strength she had overcome adversity. She invoked in her all aspects of the creature. His do good zeal included. There were innocents aboard, and though she cared nothing for the legal precedents of piracy, she knew that they were most certainly up to no good. Thus, they were prey to her spear.
Up the stairs she leapt, three steps at a time, until her body had been embraced by the days sun, and the salty sea breeze. She scanned the horizon for the location of the water rats, not knowing exactly what the direction aft was, and began to stalk the deck like a feline preparing to pounce. She smiled as she awaited the nearing ship, thinking to herself, “Come have a try, the pleasure is all mine.”
Posted on 2008-02-25 at 16:30:07.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: What a mean thing for you to say, there are aspiring authors out there you know!
intrigue
Posted on 2008-02-24 at 09:41:22.
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Topic: Dim Lights of Sharn - Eberron
Subject: Resurrection
Following the sounds of the other’s and the wicked pull of Draven, I crept through the rain until we had reached a familiar aperture. I knew that the place was our base of operations because I had left a series of tiny markings on the door, though they likely appeared to be nothing more than scratches in the wood to anyone else who gazed upon them. No, like most things controversial in my life, it was the sightless distinction of these discreet carvings that made the difference.
Nevertheless, I was glad to be out of the rain, and counted my steps four times and once to the left, before discarding my damp cloak into the void. Without feeling around, I set the wet cape upon the coat rack I knew to be before me at that very moment. Many hours of my life had been spent pacing and counting within these walls. My crimson friends knew better than to move things around, for it was the comfort of my life they jeopardized every time they did. However, sometimes I had found things out of place, tripped over a footstool, or a chair. These times, I had always assumed that the dark Draven had been watching me, laughing silently. There were times I almost believed that he relished in the anguish of others.
One, two, three, right, one, two, left, one. I had reached my comfortable seat in the corner of the room. When I sat down with my back arched against the wooden backing of the chair, I could feel the vibrations in the floor, as others moved around the household. It was the only chair in the headquarters that had hollow legs, and I attributed this to its vibrant qualities. An odd word for a poorly built chair, but vibrancy did not translate well into the language of the blind. Though to others it was spectacular colours and bold gestures, to me it was nothing more that a perk in perception, an aid in the resolution of living without seeing.
My ears twitched at the sound of the door’s lock grinding it’s metal in a circular shift, until it whined and clicked in a protest of becoming transfigured. Where the door had been initially a closed portal, a key had redefined it’s state of existence. My mentor had told me that before I had been introduced to language and motion, I had been a locked soul, enclosed in my jigsaw mind. He had helped me put the pieces together again. Still, my eyes were a lock without a key. I required another hole in the gateway of the soul. People say that it is possible to view another’s soul through their eyes. As I could not view them, I donned my blindfold willingly, for fear that my soul was less a mirror, and more an open door.
The familiar voice of a dwarf rung through my head, as the brazen attack upon my eardrums skewered into my darkness, penetrating it with memories of a duplicitous friend, and a many voiced stranger. “Good evenin’, lads and lasses! Have a good night without me?”
It was her all right, he would recognize the voice of Gunther anywhere. It was distinctly ironic that this lie of words was far more foreboding than most. Where he knew that many people lied explicitly through their tongue, this deception changed the entire likeness of the girl’s tone and pitch. She had been practicing him, for her accent was the quintessential version of a dwarf. “Tally… Talina Torrelyn ir’Korran. You’ve become quite the smuggler of personalities. There is much to discuss about tonight’s happenings. Why not take a reprieve from the evening rain?”
Though I was indeed blind, I gestured towards the chair I knew to be unoccupied, left vacant at the table, where Discq usually sat.
Posted on 2008-02-23 at 04:02:48.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Getting Down to Business.
As soon as Llammoth had made her entrance into the establishment, she took in the intricate details of the patrons within. She ran her eyes coarsely over the two sleeping with their head pressed against the filthy tables, and rolled through her periphery to meet the gaze of the weary and drunken few who were still yet conscious.
After she had made some quick assessments about the people within, mainly being, they were likely of little use to her family, she allowed her view to wander in the direction of the barkeep. Perhaps he had heard something of this nasty mess, that was little more than a game of cat and mouse. Her thoughts unsettled in this analogy, as she tried to reassure herself that they were the proud remnants of alley cats, scouring the streets for prey. Llammoth detested being so ill informed. As hard as she may try to convince herself that they were the hunters, without knowing what is real, and already suspecting that they were in the web of a spider so vile that the only name for the breed was politician; it was enough to make her look around the corners for a crumb of cheese.
Settling down in a chair beside Percifeer, she graciously accepted her brother’s generosity, clutching the ale in both hands. She was very tiny for her brand, the mug, in comparison, seemed fit for a giant. Still, slender fingers made for empty pockets, and with her mood as dour as it were, tiny hands made for empty glasses.
Llammoth hastily polished off her watered down beverage, grinning a little as she wiped the foam from her lips. She eyed her family members, pondering their condemnation of her quick consumption. She was young after all, her older brothers and sisters seemed morally opposed to the little ones drinking alcohol. However, she had reminded Pio on occasion that she wasn’t going to be any more of an adult than she already was. She had seen half-orc’s that came from the wild frequent the city, some only sixty seasons old, and yet they harnessed the experience of two lifetimes. Her ilk was engineered to be fully grown and prepared for the world before they left their teens. She was no exception, but Llammoth had fought especially hard against her make to become who she was.
Well… there is far more than the telling here, some things that father does not know. I have been doing some research into the events, and… (Perhaps you could fill me in with some events dear Almerin. I am hoping my eyes and ears of the city have imparted me with something useful.)
Though Llammoth would love to catch up with her family, especially the ones who haven’t been by in a while, she disagreed with Pio’s small talk initiative. This was a time sensitive matter, and father certainly wasn’t getting any younger. The longer they waited around, the more time they squandered, the less likely that they would be able to capture the truth of this debauchery, return the statue, and prove their father’s innocence. “Pio… This is not the time for social ambiguity.”
Posted on 2008-02-22 at 13:04:58.
Edited on 2008-02-23 at 04:13:06 by Philosopher
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Greetings
Though Llammoth was a little on edge from Percifeer's blatant aggression, and continued to clutch the shaft of her spear tightly in her hand, her nerves became calmer after bearing witness to the thugs fleeing in terror. After all, her sister had just killed their leader in one sure shot to the heart.
Her nerves were further calmed by the sight of her brother Miran. She approached him, lowering the head of her spear to rest passively inches from the ground. Llammoth couldn't help but smirk at the memory of how many people she had fooled in this act of surrender... many, had not survived.
''Good evening Miran, it's been a while.'' She smiled warmly at him, and then looked back over her shoulder towards Pio before saying out loud, ''Perhaps we should sit down and discuss the current situation with our tardy kin before heading out to the Heart of Darkness... perhaps we can kill two birds with one stone.'' Llammoth could use a bit of brew to slow her heart down a bit, and knows that there is likely someone who has information of value in 'The Broken Grommel'
Posted on 2008-02-14 at 07:42:33.
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