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Topic: Greetings to all!
Subject: Oh!


Look! Another newbie. Sorry... I was busy batting eyes with the bartender and missed you coming in. He's so cute!

I'm embarassed I seem to be the only one who hasn't gone and read your story yet. I'll get to that soon I promise.

Welcome at any rate. Pull up a seat, get a drink, rent a muse...

*smacks that bartender on the rear* Appletini dear... and don't be greedy with the cinn-sugar, sugar... oh... and an ale for the new guy while you're at it.

M.


Posted on 2009-11-20 at 17:29:20.

Topic: Loaded Dice #33: He Just Never Quits
Subject: You know...


I know on the facie it is eyebrows that are waggling... but whenever Al uses them I almost picture his 'stache going up and down...

and it just makes me

M.


Posted on 2009-11-19 at 20:55:21.

Topic: Loaded Dice #33: He Just Never Quits
Subject: *sigh*


Alright boys...

Settle down... don't make me seperate you two.

I will.



M.

Posted on 2009-11-19 at 20:51:23.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: No it's the Avatar dear...


^ has already been enslaved

> the power

v is jealous they have not yet been enslaved by Meri

Posted on 2009-11-19 at 19:53:14.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: duh...


^ IS edgy because

> is going to take over the world...

v is one hot vampire

Posted on 2009-11-19 at 19:17:20.

Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: Question concerning religion...


We have already spoken some on this Tek but I had a question and felt that others might have this same question so figured I would post this here.

I am making a follower of Mirros personally...

How does this religious order (and others) function in a very nuts and bolts way.

Heirarchy, temples, communities, leaders etc...

If a character wanted to be more than just one of the 'flock' but more of a 'shepard' what would be required?

Thanks!

M.


Posted on 2009-11-19 at 16:52:48.

Topic: Loaded Dice #33: He Just Never Quits
Subject: Oh Crud!




The bad pun and the D&D game... may they never part!

Looks like our little party has a lot on their hands too.

M.


Posted on 2009-11-19 at 15:25:52.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Unarmed...


“If that is clear… we should arrange a more appropriate place to meet tomorrow and begin this job.”

With those narrow slits she watched him, followed his eyes up to the tapestry behind her and yet again found herself pressing back against it.

Why does it bother you so that he looks at it?

Because it is mine!


“Your warning is duly heeded, nwalmaer,” he said quietly and rose to his feet. With a rattled breath she twitched her fingers and let the clay pot follow him up, every muscle in her lean frame tense and waiting for him to strike. But instead he bowed slightly to her, a flash of confusion drifts across her dark eyes and again her breath catches in her throat.

He keeps doing that to you doesn’t he?

It isn’t him… it’s my throat, it is hard to breathe, it hurts to breathe…



“Now, as to your loathing of me and my kind, if I may? There are no others of my kind, Cay… what remained of my clan I dispatched to their end with my own hands after your beloved humans had killed or enslaved the rest…” His gaze lifted skyward, studying the night sky for a second as he continued; “There may yet be other mith’ganni out there but my clan and my kind are at an end with me.”

The soft light of the night fell across his features again and she noted how his eyes almost glowed, how the shadows caught the line of his jaw.

He belongs in that light… A twitch to her lips again as she focused on his words.

He is alone… like you Cayrimsa. Ettelen.

No not like me. He once belonged and it is his fault he does not anymore, and he –does- still belong in that light. I belong nowhere, and it has always been thus.



His eyes flashed as they let go of the sky and fell back to her as she tried to sit up a bit taller. “As to the job… it has already begun. I believe I know where we may best start our surveillance, which was to be the point of this visit, yes? You require your rest, though,” he said and waved a hand at the still looming pot, “Put away your crockery and I shall leave you to it…” He turned, peering up through the skylight as if determining precisely where he would latch on and pull himself back out into the night when he left. “Tell me where and when you should like to meet tomorrow and I shall await you there.” Without waiting for a reply, the elf assassin sprang upwards and, in a flutter and whirl of shadow-hued cloak, was gone through the hole in the roof.

She did not put the pot back when he asked but instead pulled it back a few inches from him and listened to him as he finally got them back to business. As he slipped up into the black hole she had carved into the roof to allow natural light to fall upon her weaving she said as loudly as she could manage at the moment.

“Dawn, Grey Arm Dock…”


The last flutter of his cloak disappeared from sight leaving nothing but the blue velvet of the night sky speckled with stars for her to watch. After a few seconds of this she took a long deep breath and closed her eyes letting the clay pot simply drift down toward the floor where it landed with a heavy thud.

He should have killed me earlier… I don’t understand… I don’t understand any of it. I don’t want to understand… She sighed with a cough and had just started to let her head drop to her chest when his voice back in her room made her jump.

“I forgot to mention,” Nyx grinned as he poked his head back through the hole in the roof and regarded her upside down, “Your weaving is exquisite. You’ve really quite captured yourself in that piece over your bed…”

Eyes wide open now she gasped, coughed and sprung into a reaction that was fiercely defensive and nearly instinctual. She was on her knees pressing her body and her fingers against the finely woven fibers of the tapestry, knowing where the branches of the blood red tree stretched by feel she tried to cover them as much as she could. A pit formed in her stomach as she watched his face and knew that her own must be showing her own shock and surprise. Coughing still she froze in that position and worked to bring her wrath into her features instead of her surprise.

He held the laughter when the surprised breath she had just inhaled brought on another wracking cough, though. Instead, Nyx invited himself back in, landing in the same spot as he had just vacated but not showing any intention of moving any farther… yet…

“Also,” he said, lifting his fingers to his own throat when she glared at him, “I can perhaps fix this… but I may have to touch you to do so…”

Very slowly she eased herself back down onto the pallet, catching one of the blankets as it began to slide off her bare shoulder and yanking it back into place. Her fingers graced over his purple marks as she did and for half a second her eyes close only to flutter back open and fix on him.

“You did do this… it seems only right that you fix it.” A hesitation ran under her words.

“I do not trust you mith’ganni…” she began to explain even as she wrapped an arm tighter around her middle, pulling the blanket more securely around her as she did. “I…” surprisingly enough her color deepened suddenly to a dusty rose, a blush? “I am unarmed…” Eyes flit over to the pile of clothing that still carry his scent near the door then back at him.

Slowly she readjusted herself, coming forward a few inches on the pallet, finally breaking the contact between her body and the tapestry. Keeping her eyes on him the hand not wrapped around her middle snakes out of the blanket and stretches toward him palm up the angry wound mouth gaping at him.

“Your dagger.” Even with the rasp to her voice it comes out not as a question but as a command.



Posted on 2009-11-19 at 15:21:40.
Edited on 2018-11-19 at 13:39:42 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: lol


Mith'ganni are

At least the one I've met thus far

Speaking of which... must go work on that, and then work on this.

M.


Posted on 2009-11-19 at 14:04:55.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: lol


^ Enjoys circular reasoning...

> Is a Triangle...

v Wishes they were square...

Posted on 2009-11-19 at 03:02:42.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: hmmmm


^ Shouldn't be watching me sleep...

> Has more posts than all ye all!

v Writes posts in their sleep...

Posted on 2009-11-19 at 02:41:38.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: You've been warned... again...


The shadows shifted opposite her position on the pallet and, without moving, her eyes flickered toward it. There was no noise, only the crouching spider on her floor that had not been there a moment before. Keeping with the silence her eyes moved to the Bedine coin, it was not yet burning red.

He came too soon… figures…

The coin stays still but she does pull a hand out of the blankets raising it up to shoulder height. Before she can twitch her fingers, however, the spider rises to its full height. Once again the mith’ganni steals her breath from her. The lithe figure is tall and illuminated by the stars above in pale light, causing those yellow eyes to gleam, he is confident even while in her domain. Breath held in her lungs she presses the last half inch back into the tapestry behind her and grinds her teeth together. 

Tensely she follows his actions with her eyes alone. For now her pale fingers stay poised at her shoulder between herself and him. As his eyes wander over her and the tapestry behind her she tries vainly to press herself further against it, almost as if to protect the tapestry from his defiling yellow gaze. 

What do you think he sees? What do you think he wants?

If he is watching her face then he will notice a slight irritated twitch to her lips and a slight shaking of her head, but as soon as it happens it is controlled and she is still again. 

“Have you missed me,” he asked, pausing for instant, “Cay?”

With his voice she began to breathe again. The breath carried with it a whispered spell that passed between her lips like a breeze. The poised fingers also jumped into action and while she kept her eyes firmly fixed upon him her fingers guided a clay jar off the shelf and between them, hovering at his chest height. Nothing else stirred in the room. 

“No…” Her voice was raspy still and she coughed softly after she says it, the purple fingers across her neck bearing down against her larynx still.

“No I did not… I would prefer it if you sat down Shyndyn. Where you are… you will regret trying to come any closer to me.” To prove this she pushes the clay jar just a bit closer to him with the finger across the room. As he goes down to the floor she has the jar follow him, staying at his chest level. 

“That’s better. You caught me off guard before… it shan’t happen again. I am sure you wonder why I have not disposed of you yet. Unlike you I find killing merciful, and I do not wish to grant you that mercy. More importantly though,” she takes a deep breath through her damaged windpipes with a rattle, “more importantly, your actions were due to my mistakes. I should have better control, even when dealing with hwandi such as yourself.” Another long breath as she watches him. 

“My prior warning, however, still stands.” Her eyes narrow on him and she leans forward a few inches. “Don’t you ever touch me again…” the warning coming out in a slow growl. “I will work with you, because I have been ordered to, because being a Hellkite is something I have worked toward and something I will not throw away because of some adenedehl. You may think you know me Shyndyn… but I promise you do not. Nor shall you ever. I do despise you and all of your kind. If that is clear… we should arrange a more appropriate place to meet tomorrow and begin this job.” 

Her face contorts into a slight wince and she coughs a few times as her voice continues its slow healing, her eyes off him for but an instant, although the jar never waivers. 


 



Posted on 2009-11-18 at 21:53:08.
Edited on 2018-11-19 at 13:32:15 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Loaded Dice Gets its First Official Review!
Subject: Moving up in the world!




'I am consistently impressed with how well done the facial expressions are done on characters. They convey a range of emotions that many cartoon style webcomics aren’t able to portray.'

Hey! He thinks they don't look just pissed or smug!

Excellent press indeed!

This just means you guys have to keep making these!

Good job

M.


Posted on 2009-11-18 at 14:53:28.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: As Promised...


Well I mentioned awhile ago I had done up a pic of Eve... and finally figured out how to circumvent my scanner. *kicks the blasted machine*

Eve Handle

Posted on 2009-11-18 at 02:22:48.

Topic: A Week of Absence (Abstinence?)
Subject: There you are!


I was about to send out a search party for my little cowboy

Well glad you checked in and I will be awaiting your post in Trek with great anticipation! Good luck getting internets!

M.


Posted on 2009-11-17 at 19:02:53.

Topic: What do you want in a game?
Subject: Hmmm


I prefer low level games I will agree with what I think Keeper was saying on that. Having to get creative with minimal resources is fun.

As for a setting... anything goes but I am greatly intriuged when things get mixed up and combined in imaginative ways. I loved the setting I came up with for one of my (failed) attempts at DMing here... a wild west setting but with fantasy races and magic. Ogres with shotguns and dwarven prostitutes... yay!

I also do enjoy playing either extreme of the alignment rainbow. Pure evil characters are delightful as they allow you to do so many things you never could in real life. And pure good characters push you towards fanaticsm and make you really consider your actions. Neutral characters are -easier- and thus not as interesting.

M.


Posted on 2009-11-17 at 18:22:17.

Topic: Anyone willing to help?
Subject: Applaud the Wolf...


Look at him... already recruiting new victims for us!

Um... wait I mean... new members. New -Members- *nods*

M.


Posted on 2009-11-17 at 17:51:06.

Topic: 2nd Edition AD&D Houserules
Subject: Conversation?


You mean brainwashing



M.


Posted on 2009-11-17 at 16:20:33.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Waiting on you dude!




I already technically put Callie to bed and am just waiting for the next day to begin...



M.

Posted on 2009-11-17 at 15:50:01.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: What IS she wearing!!?


Okay... had to post this here.

I've been doing my 'homework' and last night I finished watching the first season of ST:TNG

However... I am weary of starting up season two because if I have to look at Counsellor Troi in that hideous jumpsuit with the big 'v' around her middle that does nothing but make her look fat I might scream. She fixed her hair... that first episode was... scary to say the least with the frizz going on atop her head... but I almost preferred the miniskirt and 'Pretty Woman' boots she was wearing to the jumpsuit she has had on since.

*le sigh*

Alright... enough fashion gripping about a fictious world from Meri.

M.

Posted on 2009-11-17 at 13:14:14.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Celestial Beings...


As soon as the Mith’ganni got off of her she gulped down the fetid air of the alley and let her hands seek her throat. For the moment she worked on filling her lungs and getting the blood flowing back to her brain. On her second full breath she sat up and searched for Nyx, a spell already on the tip of the tongue he had so recently violated.

There was nothing around her but dense mist, though. Cursing in her head she fell backwards into the mud again and laid there for a moment gasping as tears streamed down her cheeks and taking advantage of the privacy the mist provided. As she came further into full consciousness she slammed her fist against the ground once then fell still for once.

She had expected some reaction from him. That grin he gave her was irritating but certainly expected. This is why she had continued, she had pushed him further until he reacted. That the reaction had left her completely incapacitated, something she had not felt often in her life, had not been expected. His speech ran through her head once again: he had insulted her, complemented her, analyzed her and then finally… finally kissed her.

Sitting up quickly she spit on the ground and pushed up onto her feet.

KISSED ME… that adanedhel shoved his tongue into my mouth! I can still taste him…

Continuing to spit she started back home, moaning in a gravelly voice as she stretched out her arms, flexing them as if she were trying to regain control of them again. The loft she called home was only three more blocks from this alley and she stalked toward it. Careful now to keep her eyes on the shadows around her. The Twilight Assassin could be hiding in any of them, she had let her guard down once around him, she vowed that it would not happen again.

‘Vergel Sea Port’ was painted onto a three story wooden building. It was graying with age, falling on one end toward the ground, and had no eyes, only a handful of entrances that seemed to eat anything that dared enter, the smell of fish hung on it like a dank cloak. A narrow staircase hugged the back of the building. The stairs groaned in protest as she mounted them and made her way to the top story.

The top story was no more than a stretch of attic. The floor, walls and ceiling bare wooden planks that held no beauty but many holes. The door had long been missing and a flap of heavy canvas covered it. As Cay pushed it aside bells along the bottom of it jingled hollowly. The few people who have had the misfortune of seeing the inside of her lair have found it surprising to say the least. The furniture itself is nothing unexpected. A pallet hiding under a tangle of worn blankets in one corner, a rough table and chair at its foot. A bookshelf made of wooden planks bolted to the wall takes over one wall. Worn books and strange jars cover the shelves.

Most of her unfortunate guests, however, have taken in these details later. The first thing that generally catches the eye is the tapestry that hangs over the pallet. It is easily a five foot square. Unlike the rest of the room it is perfectly clean and obviously well cared for. A twisted red tree stands stretching out bare limbs against a grey landscape. Lines suggesting the bark on the tree rise along its length. The right side of the tree is lined in black and seems to rise higher than the left side which is lined in white. Around the edge of the tapestry leafless thorns make a complex design and in the corner they collide to give birth to a small white rose, the maker of the weaver. It is of excellent quality despite its unorthodox subject.

In the final corner of the room a loom stands. Piles of yarn under it and a few feet of another tapestry pulled out on its wrack already. Above it a hole has been cut into the ceiling, a heavy canvas flap attached to it that with the pull of a rope can cover the hole when it is raining or uncover it to allow sunlight in. Today it is open.

Within her own sanctum she finally lets her guard down.

“eh ahm noeght moehr ehlven…” She grumbles and brings her hand to her throat as she hears the scratch in her own voice. The swollen purple lines of Nyx’s fingers were still imprinted on her skin there. With a wince she grasps a bottle off the bookshelf and takes a long swig of it. The liquid burns across her mouth and into her throat before she coughs and spews it across the floor, and yet it still does not get the taste of him out of her mouth, and there is still the feel of him, the smell of him…

The desire to cleanse herself of him overwhelms her and soon she is stripping her clothing off her body. Peeling away the soiled layers and tossing them into a pile. Bottles are opened and she settles herself on the floor before beginning the purification. Beginning at her feet and working up her body inch by inch she scours the pale flesh of her body with a rough sponge soaked in some caustic liquid.

The process was what she had hoped it would be: Painful. Fumes pulled tears from her eyes. The mouth on her palm lapped up the scouring agent between screams. The very flesh covering her body becoming angry and flushed with every stroke of the sponge against it.

He knows nothing about me. Nor apparently of his own kind. Elves are nothing but weak creatures who grovel before the humans. Who live in squalor and rely on pitiful practices to continue their fetid existence. His own kind has barely even succeeded at that!

Humans have succeeded in this world. It is they who have built cities and waged wars that have crippled everything around them. They are brutal and yet powerful.

-And yet he brought you not only to your knees but to your back in some vile alley-

A mistake, and one he’ll regret.

-He threatened your life… and then kissed you-

Another mistake. I would have fought had I the chance, and he would have screamed. At least I did not give him the satisfaction of my screams. For that I can be proud.

-Are you sure you would have fought him?-

Yes! With all I have. I have never brought myself to such degradation as being with an adanedhel, and I never will…

-And yet it bothers you greatly, even though it was taken and not offered-

Of course it bothers me! I can still feel him, I can still taste him!

-And how does it make you feel?-

Filthy! I feel soiled to my very soul, what is left of it. As if oil clung to my heart!

-And warm… something burns over him still-

Enough!


The sponge began to turn pink at her shoulder as she scrubbed mercilessly. When she realized the damage she was inflicting the sponge is thrown across the room.

A slow snarl crept over her face, but slowly it turned into a smile as she ran her tongue over her teeth and found that the taste of him was finally fading. Her skin still burned, but now it burned with the pain she had caused compared to the pain, or other feelings, that he might have caused. The filtered light of the attic swirled around her for a moment. The pink of her skin and the swollen fingers across her neck dimmed in this light and anyone watching would find themselves almost admiring the feminine figure that stood there. Without the hat her brown hair fell in strands down the middle of her back. Her curves were subtle petite lines that followed the graces not of the great planets but of the more gentle stars. It was a body most women would be proud of and would not hide under layers of oversized clothing. Eyes of muddy brown shifted over to the tapestry on the wall, wandering over the blood stained tree that grew in perfect duality there. From this the body seemed to gather strength and relaxed finally. Deep breathes were pulled through the battered larynx into lungs that filled only to accentuate those delicate curves. Then the curves moved as they stretched, the stars spreading against a pale background to realign themselves in a constellation of arcane power.

His voice came to her again, “Something for you to think on until next we meet, yes…It shan’t be long, I promise…”

“I’ll be waiting…” The voice that came from the constellation was rough still but calmer now.

Remaining in her pure celestial form she moves about the room. Lighting her lantern and placing her favored medallion upon its cap to warm. The loom is inspected and tightened. The stars then shift to the bed and envelop themselves in the blankets there, covering the form once again. She leans against the wall, the tree seeming to grow out of her shoulders as she waits.



Posted on 2009-11-17 at 04:45:18.
Edited on 2018-11-19 at 13:16:12 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: What now?


Stardate: 2368.04.10
Cmdr. Kennedy – Forward Torpedo Bay – 1102


Petty Officer Gregum hailed Kennedy over to inspect the torpedo he had just put into a containment cell. Resting her fingers along the smooth surface of the torpedo and tapping out a beat she nodded.

“Good job Gregum. On to the next…”

Down the line she was being hailed again, but her combadge beeped before she had a chance to answer it.

"Ensign Warwick to mmm..." John wondered briefly if he should tell the commander or the assistant chief. "Commander Kennedy."

Ah… the dancing wonder boy… what could he need now?

“Kennedy here…”

"Commander it seems there's a problem with the matter antimatter system. I'm in the process of fixing the issue now I just though you would want to know." John said

“An issue with the antimatter. Don’t sound so blasé about it Warwick. What exactly is the nature of this problem.” Her voice taking on a slight edge.

((OOC: Assuming he goes into a description of what he has found))

A heavy sigh escapes from her. Just what I need today…

“Okay keep working on it.” She paused a moment before going on. “When you get it resolved please let me know. If you have any difficulties I’ll get Lt. Garrish to assist you. Clear?”

((OOC: Assuming positive response))

With a tap of her combadge she wandered down the line to inspect the next torpedo.


Posted on 2009-11-17 at 00:55:25.

Topic: training dragons
Subject: Ohhh...


Yeah I saw the poster for this when I went to see Zombieland.

It will be in 3D too! Very excited...

M.

Posted on 2009-11-16 at 20:44:20.

Topic: Cool curses...
Subject: Not precisely a curse... but...


Deck of Many Things can always spice up a game.

My husband got an alignment change once that made him the dreaded Lawful Good.

Which all in all was not too terrible except it turns out my husband -cannot- play a Lawful Good character. Killing all evil things arbitrarily and letting fellow adventurers's get away with cutting off body parts of a prisoner to get them to talk just doesn't cut it. He tried though...

In the end the DM just gave up and found a way to give him a Wish Scroll so he could go back to his normal alignment... Chaotic Neutral.



M.


Posted on 2009-11-16 at 19:46:55.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Hwandi!


Free of the tiny hidden room downstairs Cay tried to breathe again. A deep breath brought in stale beer, sweat, brine and cheap perfume though, and she coughed. Stepping out into the main room of the tavern she tried breathing through her mouth and found that the smells were so strong she could taste them on her tongue. The offended member stuck out from her disgusted face as she pushed through the crowd.

"Hey! Watch yer feet!" A patron now sloshed with his own beer scowled out at her.

Bumped into the lap of a customer a waitress calls out to the woman in the floppy hat, "Careful!" The customer flashes a checkered grin and wraps his arms around the waitress.

"Well, well, what luck is dis!? Such a prudy little thing on me lap!"

"Oh! Get those hands outta me skirts before I have ye bounced!" The little waitress squirms in the customer's arms trying to free herself.

"What's her problem?" The bearded chin of a female dwarf points over toward Cay storming toward the door.

With a laugh her husband's short sturdy frame leans in close and explains "Her face to start with, an' her smell to finish with!"

"Come on baby, if ye's gonna bump inte me like dat, at least gimme a bit a feel ehhh?"

The tongue slipped back into Cay's mouth long enough to hiss at the man who groped at her skirt a moment, the rest of the voices and the laughter she left behind.

Let them say what they will. I'll show them, I'll show them all just as I showed Yuri back there. I will,


Except you didn't show them anything except that you can loose your temper,


Shut up!



Tightly she clenched her hand. The bandage dug into the gaping mouth that ran across her palm, blood began to seep out again staining the off yellow bandage a dark red. Pain blossomed in her mind and she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. It gave her something to focus on, the flowers of pain that began to dot her vision and cloud her mind were so much prettier than anything she left behind her in that tavern.

In the street it was easier for people to avoid her path and they did, giving her a wide berth. She barely noticed it though. Her whole world was focused on clenching and unclenching her hand, each time she did it it became harder to do it again. Small thin fingers twitched with the effort and dripped with blood.

Even the approach of her pointy eared nemesis went unnoticed until his voice shattered the blanket of pain she hid under.

"Mani naa lle umien. For all of your grand designs and plans, Cayrimsa Etellenya, foolishness the like of which you have just demonstrated will cut them short by your own hand!"

"Lle uumaya tyavaya mir au'!" Her wrath came out in a spew of elven words at him as she stopped and glared into his eyes. Her fist dripped blood to the soil at her feet as she opened her mouth to vomit more at him but only got half way through the first word before deciding to continue in common.

"Mire- Have I asked you for your opinion!? My plans, my life, are my business. I do not need some adanedhel hwandi telling me how to act! And I certainly do not need your protection! I can handle myself just fine. And if I cannot, I would rather die than take assistance from an Edhel, especially a Mith'ganni, You try something as foolish as touching me again, hwandi, and I swear it will be you I turn my spells on. Are we clear on that?

"I don't want to do this job with you. I work alone do you hear me? Is any of this getting into those pointy ears of yours and making sense in the brain that is rotting between them? I know elves have difficulties putting together complex thoughts, But if we could just get this job done with I would appreciate it. Find the girl, make some observations and then I can be rid of your putrid hwandi smell,"

Color rises in her cheeks while she shrieks this at him. The fact that a human couple passing by the alleyway pause looking to the skirmish going on in the shadows does not reach her attention.


Posted on 2009-11-16 at 17:17:58.
Edited on 2016-03-18 at 12:50:32 by Eol Fefalas

 


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