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Topic: War in our midst
Subject: Thank you all.
OOC:
Thank you all for joining this topic. As i can see so far it will be a journey to be remembered. Remember to keep your characters life like, not godlike. That is probably the most important rule of the trade. Well lets have fun and write the book for the ages.
IC:
Whistling an old tune his father would whistle while working in the fields. Jharon followed his companion into the the small village for supplies and a nights rest. What other place better to do that than the small Inn on the opposite side of town.? He saw some young children running around the street away from their mother. Jharon kept whistling and grabed the hands of two of the boys and starting dancing around in a circle. Amazingly the boys followed the rhythm and circled with him laughing like young boys should. He broke free of the hands and continued to dance towards Karn. When he met the eyes of the man he realized that something was troubling him.
"You look like an angry boy who saw the kid that broke your whistle. What seems to be troubling you.?"
Karn replied, never moving his eyes off the one person who could trouble him.
"The woman there. Something seems to be a bit different about her."
"Ah, she scares the willies out you. In that case she cannot be anything but normal. Your letting paranoia take the best of you old friend. By the way you look like you havnt been with a woman in years, watch and learn."
With that said Jharon Walked towards the covered woman. Looking back occasionaly to make sure Karn hadn't wandered off into some place he shouldnt be.
"I dont see much harm in this woman. She seems about like us, just a traveler looking for a place to stay. Karn is a crazy man, i wonder whats happened to him these past few years. He seems more paraniod than a stray kitten who hasnt eaten in days." He thought.
Jharon was now within three feet of the mysterious coverd woman.
"Also it seems she hasn't either."
Talking directly to her, Jharon tries to stay in front of her while he spoke.
"Well what is a woman like you doing here.? Come with me and my friend to the Inn across town. We know the owner, he will let you share a room with us and also you have have plenty to drink and eat. What do you say.?"
With that he took her hand and kept walking towards the Inn. The dust of the road began to settle just as the moon was reaching the peak of the sky. The two travelers reached the inn much sooner than Karn and also took a table to the far corner of the room near the fireplace. John the Inn's owner was closer than a relative to Karn and Jharon bieng like his brother, it helped get a quiet table and a few pints for free.
"So what is a girl like you doing here.? obviously you travel alot.
Posted on 2007-08-12 at 17:58:28.
Edited on 2007-08-12 at 20:08:35 by gerethor
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Topic: War in our midst
Subject: it seems. we meet yet again.
Autumn.
One of the most mysterious of mother natures seasons. The world would darken with the new colors of brown, yellow and gold. But also it would give a new life of brightness to the eye. The weather could be better if not worse than any other time of the year.
And that is what marvels me.
The man walking through this time of year is on a beaten path to a small fishing village. And this is where our journey begins. The journey of triumph, failure, death and life.
The light of the sun was about perfect for seeing in the late afternoon. So he had no trouble finding his way to the tree that they always met at on this same day of every next year.
Dressed like a common man with a cloak and sword, he turned round the tree and saw a figure standing there soaking in the world around him. Watching this man Our character drew his blade and spoke most calmy.
"Shall you raise your blade and fight.?"
The other man turned and began to laugh.
"My old friend, im glad to see you made it to the point. To bad your a slight bit late."
The two began to talk about leaving the post and turning ahead into the village. The view from this point was better than sitting at the throne of a king. It illusioned the cruelties of the world.
This man i have followed is named.
Jharon.
Posted on 2007-08-11 at 14:06:08.
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