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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: The Mystery of the Crawling Cap
Clint simply listens to Moraglin's tirade in silence, letting the "smell" reference drop unanswered. She was angry about something, that much was clear. Clint would find out what he needed to know about that in good time, he was sure of it. But he had learned that you simply do not ply an angry female with questions and expect direct -- or even truthful -- answers. Silence was sometimes the best comment to make to anger.
He smiled wide and knowingly at Oko's exclamation when the area around Moraglin went dark. To Oko's comment about Oso, he simply stated quietly, "I know and you know, and I think she knows as well, but words spoken in the heat of anger are not always diplomatic or courteous. I know enough to take no offense, and Oso cares not enough to take offense. I'm fine for the rest of the watch. Rest well and easy."
When it seems Oko had settled in, Clint took a short step backward and looked down at his cap to see why Oko kept glancing back at it. He waits a few seconds to determine if there may be danger in his next action before bending to pick it up by the point at the front of the cap with two fingers, lifting it carefully and cautiously, but without stepping forward again.
Posted on 2008-07-26 at 05:05:52.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: A hint of arrogance
Pao chuckled softly at Ocyari's comments and her movements to stay out of reach of the others. She seemed the ever-curious child, but much more cynical than her one her age should be. But she had actually been sent with him, and while he had no real love for the headmaster, he had learned to trust his judgement -- albeit begrudgingly. Fshar!! Ormander again. This flurry of reminders was getting aggravating ...
He turns toward Ocyari and becomes serious, "This one was sent with me, not to guide but to accompany. In the past few years, I have learned to trust Headmaster Ormander's judgement and wisdom in some things. Because of whatever abilities she has, she was sent here by him, as I was, as we all were. For my part, and for what that is worth, I say let her go with us. As long as she understands that there are things to learn and people here -- us -- willing to teach her, no?"
Then he turns to eye the soggy, bloody cat on the dock. "Would that I had the coin, I would ask for it's carcass to have it skinned for a quality cloak. But I don't and I was not involved in it's demise. Which leaves me out of the decision of how it should be disposed of. Those who made the mess should arrange for it's cleanup."
Posted on 2008-07-26 at 04:31:16.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: Your point is valid and well taken
A liberty was taken before all facts were known. The change can and will be made.
{Edit}
Noted reference removed ...
Posted on 2008-07-26 at 03:44:52.
Edited on 2008-07-26 at 03:51:43 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: A pause of recognition
Approaching with young Ocyari, Pao noticed a small group gathered around one who was on the dock flooring, prone and unconcious. He also saw something he had seen often enough to recognize: a largish crowd that looked as if they had seen something terrible happen and yet still could not act, for they knew not what to do. Such was the lack of discipline of the commoner. And so could it have been with himself, had he not been what he now was.
He heard someone mention the Temple of the Sacred Lady as another bent to pick up the fallen one. Here he pause for a second or two as he recognized Pio, one whom he knew personally from his time at the orphanage. He nodded at Ocyari's concerned query as to what has happened here, and smiled when one of the group near Pio answered with his version of the "fate of warriors". The words sounded much like those of Ormander when Pao had told him of his own desire to become a bearer-of-arms. Would he never get away from reminders of Ormander?
Nodding to the others when Ocyari introduced him, he said, "Amenities shortly. Breecher, is it? I agree that this one should be taken to the temple of Our Sacred Lady Lysora to be tended to. I am not strong enough to take him myself, but if you and some others would carry him there, I would be most grateful, for I am one of their order."
Here he holds out the medallion on a chain around his neck displaying the Rose of Lysora with one hand, "Our Reverent Lady of Spirits, Watch over the soul, spirit, and body of this fallen one that he may be returned to those he cares for and who care for him."
Turning again to Breecher, he reaches into his belt pouch with the other to pull out a few small turquiose stones. He counts out two. "Others here seem to trust you, so I will as well. Take these stones with you to the temple of the Sacred Lady and give one to the priest who looks to Pio here. It will identify who sent you. Then keep the other for yourself and whoever aids you."
He pauses to make sure that Pio is carried with dignity, then turns to the others. "Now, that's done. I am called Pao, as young Ocyari indicated. As are most of you, I imagine, I have come here at the request of Headmaster Ormander. I differ, though, in that I am here only because I feel I owe him that one debt. But I am clueless as to why I am here. Is there a place where bellies can be filled, and throats moistened to discuss at length what is to be done from here?"
While waiting an answer, he calls his warhorse to him and grabs the reins.
Posted on 2008-07-25 at 22:33:54.
Edited on 2008-07-26 at 03:58:29 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: Having been accepted ...
(... as I understand it), a "not-so-charismatic" character will soon be in the mix.
**goes back to lurking**
Posted on 2008-07-25 at 11:23:35.
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Careful, Cautious
Clint was surprised at the lack of warning from his two companions, who he knew to have far better senses than his own. Maybe they sensed no danger or harm from her, but a warning would have been nice. He was more than a little chagrinned at failing his watch so miserably. But it was what it was. An unknown intrusion. Because of a forewarning about an absent companion, it should be easily handled, but he wondered at his own failure ...
As Clint rises, he smiles, his eyes showing a seriousness of purpose, a wariness, but no fear. He stands slowly, hands out from his body and palms turned toward the woman. He speaks quietly, purposely not raising his voice to awaken the camp.
"I am a wanderer seeking a purpose, one who the fates decreed should cross paths with the people here. My name is Clint Estenvoode. The sleepers here mentioned to me that one of their group was absent, and would return, and for me to awaken them to vouch for me. For you to be sure of my purpose and intent here, I suggest you waken one of your comrades, if they are such. If they are not your comrades, you, I, and they will know, and I can assure you that things will not go well if that happens. I and my furry companion Osinaar will remain where we are and watch until needed, vouchsafed, or sent away, as the case may be."
A green, feathered woodsman's cap fell, seemingly unnoticed, from his left knee as he stood. He wore light brown studded armor over which was worn a Mithril Mail shirt. At his wrists were finely made silver bracers with copper inlays. His white-blonde hair was pulled back in a loose horse-braid, and the firelight showed his light blue eyes clearly, Those eyes indicated elven descent, but not elven purity. His ears had only a vestigial point at the top. which also indicated, to the knowing, heritage of another race as well. Even in the firelight, it could be seen that he who rose was past. but not long past, niddle-age. A number of relatively minor scars showed on the face and hands as light streaks on moderately-tanned skin. The smile-lines on the face, and the patience and practiced moves used to indicate inoffensiveness also showed years of experience.
The black bear who rose to all fours next to the "breed" was obviously wary, but also not nervous. The animal looked at the man briefly, then raised his head to sniff the air in the direction of the woman before lowering it to watch her.
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 05:39:18.
Edited on 2008-07-22 at 05:44:09 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Okay, then
Nodding as if he had been spoken to, Clint said, "Fine. Osonaar and I will take final watch, so we can be bright eyed and ready when you all arise. C'mon, bre'r bear, let's find us a patch of ground so snooze upon. And this time, you get to be the pillow ..."
Posted on 2008-07-12 at 19:30:27.
Edited on 2008-07-12 at 19:31:35 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Ah!
It spits out Rosie O'Donnell covered in thorns ...
I puke into th emachine ...
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 02:09:28.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: L.O.V.E.
Little Of Value Exists
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 02:04:11.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: big secret
They migrated to a tiny island in the south Pacific, leaving their ambassador (Ralph Nader) to broker a deal to keep them down-played in the current media so they wouldn't be hunted to extinction.
What makes Jiffy-Pop pop?
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 01:50:19.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: 2 continyu
But they'll explode ...
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 01:46:42.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: S.O.C.I.E.T.I.E.S.
Sandy Oracles Call Indicative Ego Testing Immediately Efficacious Sometimes
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 05:08:43.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: okayyyyy, thennnn ... ... ...
... in fresh cowpies.
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 05:02:01.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Silly Meri !
You don't. It's imposkabobble. You look through all the definitions to find the one for the word you want to spell. When the definition matches what you want, you have your word found! Ta-da! Easy!
Why does everything have to either have a jelly for it, or have a jelly made from it (mint, orange, assorted fruits, lamb, ham, rosebuds, cactus, et.al.)?
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 04:53:47.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: ahhhh, yup !
It spits out the cases, each with a digitally-mastered album of Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits ...
I feed it Britney Spears' little brat ... in full regalia ...
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 04:12:11.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: I just gotta!
... in the soapsuds?
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 22:05:12.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Beeeeeeeecaaaauuusse ...
We all wanna do the "politically correct" thing. Now, political correctness is defined (by one source) as: "A doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical, liberal minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end."
Will Charlie Brown ever marry Lucy?
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 22:02:20.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: I'm up to it ...
Yanni Ain't Normal. No Intelligence, Personality, Homelife, or Ideals Like Everyone Says
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 21:50:44.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Snowy beach?
Snow resort or beach resort?
'S no resort at a snow resort and a beach resort is just a -- well, a beach. But, a choice ... ... ...
eeny-meeny-miney-moe-the-itsy-bitsy-spider-time-to-choose-one-time ... oh, Beach resort.
Plastie or Tinnie?
Posted on 2008-07-06 at 08:40:28.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: marching one by one ...
... to carry off ...
Posted on 2008-07-06 at 08:28:16.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: ooooOOOOoooo
It spits out Sonic on steroids ...
I feed it a full set of Ginsu knives and an angry goblin ...
Posted on 2008-07-06 at 08:26:12.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: oh. look. cherries.
^ gets to wear the cherries
< wears the bucket
V wears out nerves
Posted on 2008-07-06 at 08:22:35.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: igh
That being said, ...
Posted on 2008-07-05 at 23:43:00.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: S.A.N.D.W.I.C.H.E.S.
Sandy And Near-Dead Woverines Indicate Caution, Having Enteritis Symptoms
Posted on 2008-07-05 at 23:32:58.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Oh, gosh. You mean you don't kow?
You don't.
When a conch dies, it turns into a leeeetle, teeeeeeny black hole that gets lost way down inside the shell. What you actually hear is the air rushing by your ear and into the black hole ...
Is there any truth to the rumor that Branjelina are actually vacationing space aliens that see humans as two-legged cattle?
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 21:56:03.
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