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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Update
August 11th/Tuesday Night
Northern Thollin
Eldarast/Thollin Capital/Jesters Hour
(EHH….I apologize for this post, but Im sure you all realize the necessity of it’s briefness. I’m Just trying to move things on…As im sure you realize…nobody is doing much of anything, save Damien….And the only reason this is dragging on is because of the introduction of a new character…they always lag the game. Thus, lets try and get this behind us. I promise. This is the one and only time I’m writing a post this short and without detail)
With the introduction of the strange young lady, and the supposed information she heralded, the party had decided it was time to abandon the common room and its possible eavesdroppers for the privacy of a rented room. For the time being, they knew nothing about who could be trusted and, constantly wary of unknown enemies…Though, it was safe to assume that this routy inn held no such threats. A room still held consolation.
Rising and wading his way through the drunken masses towards the corner where Damien had fled, Teros found him sitting across from a pretty young lady with hair like spun onyx, and eyes as green as Spring Equinox. His feelings for the bard were pushed aside by the urgency of their situation. And though his question surprised the bard, it was certainly repaid when the bard apologized and stood, asking the maid he was with to pardon him, and strode to the dias. His pale face was chizzled in determination. He would win the party their rooms.
And as he stood, the monk, still hidden deep within the green hood of his robes, appeared beside Teros, and waited patiently.
Marie and Mahuo remained at their table as Teros and Vilyamar got up and made their way towards the dais, where Damien now stood. Scourge, however, paid for his own room, and after sharing a word with Elandor, stood and, followed by the kender, made his way towards the stairs, where he halted, waiting for the others.
It was a wait transpiring several minutes. For Damien had begun a new song, perhaps surprising his entire company with it’s nature. It was far from the dark, melodious tunes he had become known for. Rather, his voice seemed to pump life into the inn, gathering the attention of all. Soon enough, the patrons were clapping to the beat and signing the well known verses along with the bard. And as it was, it took several encores before he was set free from the dias, and was handed three keys from the fat innkeeper, who informed him that they were to double bedded rooms.
After handing the keys to Teros and Vilyamar, Damien is able to spot the maid, standing near where he had sat with her. Apparently she had waited for him.
(Once again, It’s only like that because I wanted to move things on. I recommend you all simply post that you, follow Scourge, after saying anything you would like to say to Damien. Scourges room is the first to the left upstairs. The inside is small, but will fit you all. There is no fireplace, leading one to wonder how comfortable a stay in the winter would be, but there are two, plain beds, and a table. There are 4 wooden chairs around the table. Once again, I recommend you simply follow him up and into the room. Marie, when you tell the story, tell it all in one post. Damien, you can obviously stay downstairs as long as you like, and do as you wish.)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:08:05.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Elandor
If there was one person in the party that Elandor trusted it was Scourge’s bird. Orion proved a nice companion during their journey and now the bird seemed to understand Elandor’s curiosity. With a thankful nod and a soft pat on Orion’s smooth silky feathers he jumped from the barstool and walked after Vil. Elandor shot a final glance at the booth before leaving the room. He knew Orion would do a good job spying on the two men. He didn’t really know why they were going into another room, having missed the conversation with the new woman. He was calm, compared to what he usually felt like. He hoped something really thrilling would happen in the other room, because he was starting to get bored. And a bored kender…. well, I won’t go into that.
(Yep, it’s short… VERY short… but there’s not a lot to write, sorry. My next update will be much longer.)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:07:49.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Paula
Paula was almost literally beaming now! With her golden, shimmering hair and bright blue eyes, she did seem to be a ray of the sun whenever she smiled, which was a rise of hope for those of the world of good and living, but a wave of terror over those who were evil and undead..
"Come now, there is no need to beg!" She said happily, smiling to the heckled woman. "If I had known of this, I would have come whether or not you asked for my help. It is my duty as a cleric of Lavuria that I hunt down the dreaded lifeless wherever they may rear their fearsome heads." She said as she followed the woman out to the carriage.
"Now, I will need to know as much about the situation as possible when we meet your husband. Hauntings are no simple matter, you see. Ghosts are not the evil and twisted beings that most undead are, they do not plague the living without a purpose. There is, no doubt, something within your house that these spirits have become attached to, and it is holding them within the realm of the living." She explained on the way..
Sure, it wasn't ghouls or something a bit more entertaining to vanquish, but ghosts were a pest all-right, and had to be dealt with. At the very least, it would keep Paula entertained for a bit, and even more importantly, it would help ease these people's minds.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:07:33.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Update
August 11th/Tuesday Evening
Northern Thollin
Eldarast/Thollin Capital/Lave's Cathedral
Gripping Paula’s arm as she was helped to her shaky feet, the woman followed the Cleric’s advice, pausing for a long moment to take several deep breaths; yet she still held a tight grip on Paula’s home. It was as if the Cleric was her only anchor to sanity.
Paula studied the woman, faint lines of age had been weathered into her pale skin, and her eyes heavily shadowed. Her once brown hair was streaked gray. She did not recall ever seeing the woman before. When it seemed the woman had at last gathered some control over herself, Paula asked in quivering excitement
"Did you say ghosts?"
At her question, the woman’s grip tightened and she spun to face Paula, staring pleadingly into her eyes.
“It’s horrible! We moved to this city several weeks ago. Johan was offered the job of Overseer during the construction of the outer wall. It’s a good job with good pay, but the house! Oh the house we moved into!”
Her eyes seemed to go dark for a moment, and it took further coaxing from Paula to get her to continue
“We didn’t know it was haunted until after we had spent our first few days in. But the occurances…Oh I haven’t the heart to explain them to you. Maybe Johan will tell you on the way. Please come! He waits in the carriage outside. Please, I beg you to help us! We haven’t much to offer in return, only our undying gratitude, and perhaps a nice supper. It is all we have at this time.” Starting for the door, she begins to tug at Paula to follow
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:07:15.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Scourge
Scourge was tiring of the evenings festivities. It had been a long road travelled to get here, and the large man wanted nothing more than to ready the vessel for launch and be left with Elderast growing smaller as it faded from view in the distance.
Vilyamar had approached and made mention of everyone gathering in more private quarters, and Scourge was more than welcome to get this little show on the road. He placed a large hand on Elandor's shoulder, and Orion sopke quietly while the Kender stroked his feathers. "Go on with the others, hear the information gathered while I, keep watch on those which have gathered your interest so. I will inform Scourge of anything relevant should it arise. We have our duties; and cannot be running about on every side interest which presents us." With that, Orion flies over to the innkeep and asks for directions to the Lifts for the morning, as well as drops sufficient coin to pay for a room, preferably one with two beds. with a key returned to Scourge he flies to the rafters and keeps watch over all within the common room. (Spot and listen predominantly on the group in the shadows)
Scourge will then stand and motion for Elandor and other's to follow upstairs, a tilt of the head made towards Marie to show her invitation. He then makes his way towards the sleeping quarters and motions everyone inside without a word.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:07:02.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Vilyamar
"The room would be better. What I have to tell you is meant for your ears alone..." Marie's eyes scanned those at the table and blinked. "It is urgent that we must speak. I have information that concerns your quest."
"Then we must gather the others," Vilyamar said, rising from his chair. Teros rose as well, striding over to the bard who had sat with a pretty barmaid who had brought him something. The man looked uncomfortable to Vilyamar, and little as he knew about the emotions that took the man on a dragonflight each day, Damien seemed attracted to the young woman. Vilyamar could see why, she was quite pretty to look at, but there was nothing so out of the ordinary that the man should ask her to sit, yet shy away at any thought of even making the slightest bit of conversation.
Something must have happened to the man, Vilyamar decided. None of my concern, yet.
The monk moved swiftly and deftly in the tavern paths through the chairs and tables, dodging one as a man who looked as if he would pitch back over onto the floor arose suddenly in front of him. One hand went to his hood as he jumped, securly keeping it in place, but it fell again as soon as he settled back into the easy walking pace. Scourge and Elandor sat at the bar, each enjoying some form of something or other, but Elandor made glances at the booths in the corner of the inn, sometimes those glances ended on the verge of staring, but the kender always wrenched his eyes away and busied himself with the bird simply to make himself look preoccupied.
"There seems to be...a...new development that has arisen. Perhaps like the one that you caused, Scourge," Vilyamar said. Derak was close by, and Vilyamar added something of the like to the large man as he downed his mug of ale in one last swig and after wiping his sleeve dropped his pennies onto the counter, nodding.
"Hopefully Damien has secured rooms for us all, we shall gather there, at least as soon as we can." Vilyamar said. He motioned for them to follow as he walked back to where Damien was getting up again, dropping his eyes and flashing a single bronze key that disappeared back into his pockets. Vilyamar's frown deepened beneath his hood, but he said nothing to the others, should they notice, then Erenall has made such a judgement and it shall be.
"I know you have concerns, young kender, and I hope none of the others mind, but I would not say that you must hear what the woman has to say, not unless you wish to. You may watch your quarry and I shall inform you of the proceedings, should anything arise." He said one final time, nothing in his voice indicating that there was possibly a scheme in the works on the other side of the room.
He strode back to where Teros and the bard were.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:06:46.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Paula
Paula had just been pondering perhaps having another look at this unusual cube that had been entrusted to her when the woman came barging in, and immediately requested her assistance.. Paula quickly bent down and helped the poor woman to her feet as she spoke, "Come now, calm down, I will assist in any way I can! Just take a nice breath, and tell me what has you troubled so.. Oh, and do remember one thing, won't you? It's just Paula, none of that Nightgale nonsense!" She said, helping to brush the woman's clothes off.. She tried to search her mind to see if she perhaps knew this woman.. and then something flickered across her thoughts a moment..
"Did you say ghosts?" She said, and could barely contain the smile that itched to cross her lips, but the sparkle in her blue eyes gave her away by a long shot.. Maybe she could have a little fun in the line of duty before her trip.. They may have told her to take a vacation from her tasks, but they couldn't make her take a vacation from her service under Lavuria!
OOC - Hi everyone! Glad to be here! ^_^
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:06:29.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Update
August 11th/Tuesday Evening
Northern Thollin
Eldarast/Thollin Capital/Lave's Cathedral
Lave’s Cathedral rose like a massive, stone crown atop a stout, sloping hill just outside the northern outer walls of Eldarast. One of the many structural jewels that the kingdom’s capitol bragged, it was the largest theocratical building in Thollin, and by far the most beautiful. Built long ago, originally as a temple to Lavuria, its seven, golden-capped spires shone so famously that windship pilots enroute to Eldarast could often close in their coordinates on the city, by the golden glimmer alone, long before the city itself came into view.
The sanctuary itself sat in the midst of the seven, gold capped sentinels. Even from outside, the massive, brilliantly colored stain glass windows were a site of awe, but from inside, the true beauty of Lave’s Cathedral literally shone through. The lofty, white marble walls were more of stone windowpanes, than actual walls, encasing massive windows, spun like brilliant jewels. In the sun’s light, it seemed the very air within the sanctuary glimmered and danced, reveling in the grace of it’s mistress’ splendor.
Standing from his worked, red leather chair and sliding the massive, crimson curtains shut, Bishop Floncius sighed, rubbing his temples. The day had been long, and still he had much to do. Deciding that his office overlooking the hills west of Eldarast was not the best for late afternoon paperwork; and that bright sunlight and pounding headaches never mix well, he collapsed back into his chair and took a long sip of his red, fire-fern tea. Despite the name, its relaxing properties worked so well that it seemed to him that it’s category as “Mundane” warranted investigation.
Shuffling his stack of papers, and scanning the contents of the stiff parchment of a scroll before him, he delicately lifted the quillpen from it’s glass jar, and prepared to continue his note taking in the brown, leather bound tome before him, when a soft knock sounded from the door. Hesitating, he quickly dropped the pen back into it’s vile, before the ink ran onto his paper. Glaring at the door, he sighed and said
“Come in.”
The door creaked open, and Paula Nightgale stepped hesitantly within, sliding the door shut once more behind her. Looking up from his book, the old man studied the pretty young girl for a moment, before saying
“Yes, Paula? What is it?”
Furrowing her brow, and shifting in her gold-trimmed, white gown, she asked
“Bishop Floncius, didn’t you summon me? I’m sorry I’m late. I didn’t get home until this afternoon, which is when I saw the note.”
She held up the parchment as testimony, tilting her head, spilling her long golden hair over her round shoulders. The old man stared blankly at the note for a moment, before twitching with the memory.
“Ah yes! Yes, I am sorry. I have been terribly busy, and had nearly forgotten.”
Glancing at the stack of papers on his heavy wooden desk, he added dryly
“One would have never guessed how many documents on our Lady exist in the northern realms. I’m beginning to doubt that I alone can compile what we have collected into a single text. But alas, that isn’t your problem. I did call you here, and I had a purpose.”
Opening his desk and digging through it’s contents, he pulled out a small envelope. The wax seal bore the symbol of the Church of Radiance, a brother organization to Celgereth Xai, the church that Paula belonged to and, obviously the branch that Lave’s Cathedral claimed.
The seal was broken. Floncius had a habit of prereading others mail. Apparently one of his many unstated duties. Handing the package to Paula, the old man explained
“Father Brennon expresses the deepest of gratitude on behalf of the Temple of Thall (The name of his individual church building), and the Church of Radiance(The branch of worship…like Methodist and Baptist), for your recent and…very generous donation of 2,000 gold pieces.”
Raising an eyebrow at the beautiful young woman, the bishop asked
“Where on earth did you get such money? Ah, I shouldn’t ask. Everything you do come by you deserve. You are by far our most prized cleric, and what with some of the recent missions you have been sent on, why there’s no wonder the gold you come by. But I will suggest that you do a little better for yourself. There’s no need for you to still be living in that tiny shack downtown. Why just a little of what you come by can set you more comfortably!”
Paula just mumbled and nodded. She had dealt with Bishop Floncius more than enough times to know he was chuck full of advice, most of it being empty. But it seemed to be a customary part of any meeting with him.
“Now about why I called you here, my dear, is this.”
Reaching into his robes, the old man pulled forth a small, fist sized bundle. Untying the hemp twine, and folding back the black cloth, he revealed a strange, cube shaped stone. Along all 6 of it’s weathered gray sides were carven odd, runic symbols. Paula did not recognize them.
“It came from the recently uncovered Lavurian temple north, in Throndell. Noone can read it, thus, we are sending it far south, to Ranara, to be studied in the Temple of El Jalnine.”
Wrapping the cube back up, he slid it forward towards Paula.
“We would be honored if you brought it for us.”
Before she could respond in any way, he held up his wrinkled hands and exclaimed
“Now listen to me, my dear. We all understand how much you love your work, and we appreciate it to the fullest. Which is in part why we want you to be the one to deliver it. You will get to travel to the Ralnarian Desert, Lavuria’s sacred land. You will get to go to the capitol, El Jalnine. The Holy City! And then, when you have completed your delivery, we ask that you take some time off, to yourself.”
At this, Paula opened her mouth to protest, but the old man hushed her once more.
“You are young, and you have been working so hard. Too hard if you ask me. Your duty to Lavuria is a dangerous one. I insist that you take some time to yourself. Visit Ranara and the south while you are at it. Those are some blessed lands, and I believe you will enjoy it. We have many other capable individuals amongst the Clergy that can deal with the ever constant bothers of this Church. I order you. Take a year or so. Walk beneath Lavuria’s rays, and enjoy yourself.”
Grudgingly, Paula took the package, and listened as Bishop Floncius explained her orders. The following day she would go to the Windship Lifts, within the Outer Curtain of Elethorn II’s castle in the midst of Eldarast. She was given a small scroll, rolled in smooth, dark oak. It would be her travel pass. She was of the Church. She needn’t pay. One flight would be leaving tomorrow. A cargo ship, bringing shipments south. It would make a short pit stop in Lethonann, a peninsula in the Arnakian Sea, before west, to El Jalnine on the Siris River, in the heart of the Ralnarian Desert. She would deliver the package to the Temple of El Jalnine, and from there, she would do as she pleased.
Leaving the Bishops office, Paula wandered into the sanctuary. The sun hung just over the western hills, and the sanctuary basked in a dancing fire of color. Collapsing in a front pew, she stared at the podium, absently fingering her yellow painted mace. It would be nice to take some time to herself, she decided. Sometimes she grew weary of the constant demands of the church, and the commonfolk of Thollin. Though she reveled in the satisfaction she received from exorcisms, her most common duty, and well known specialty; there were times when she just wanted peace. The undead didn’t scare her. They never had. And under the arms of her Lady, she considered it her duty to purge the land of the dark horrors that always seemed to worm their way under it’s skin.
Recently she found herself busier than ever. Normally this wouldn’t have bothered her, but her recent missions had been leaving her increasingly disturbed. The past year or so had sprung a massive uprising of undead accounts, linked with active necromancy, and cultic behavior. All of which seemed to be connected with one another. It was as if some dark, dreaded society was slowly creeping into the kingdom. The thought gave her shudders, though she hadn’t had much trouble in dealing with them. Still. What could be the cause? Most of the ceremonial grounds she had leveled and cleansed bore many, many signs of Gerugoth, the long dead God of Darkness, and the Narogs who served him. What could be the meaning of this, she did not know. But she had begun delving into these accounts, on her own mission to find the truths behind the mysteries.
Now they wanted her to take a vacation? A year long one?! Sighing, Paula laid her smooth face in her hands. After a moment she looked up. A slight smile graced her lips. Perhaps a vacation wouldn’t be so bad. After all, she had never been ordered to stop her “hobbies”. She could work in the name of Lavuria without being in the name of Celgereth Xai (Her branch of worship).
Bowing her head and whispering a brief prayer, she gathered her things and stood to leave, when suddenly the arched, wooden doors to the sanctuary were shoved open, and a middle aged woman in a maroon dress and wrapped in a white apron nearly flung herself into the isle. Her breathing was heavy and her face was white with fear.
“Ghosts! By the Gods I cannot take it any longer…”
Pausing to look around the sanctuary, she spotted Paula and nearly crawled to the Cleric’s feet.
“Praise Lavuria I have found you! Paula, Cleric of the Sun! I beg you for your help.”
(Welcome to **Noldaria*Final War** Carmen! I hope you find this game to be as fun to play in as I find it to run. As you can see, I…conjured detailed…life, for her. She lives here in Eldarast, and has done so for…as long as you want her to have…She is well known in the area, especially for her Exorcism abilities. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Obviously, the situation you stand in is…you can aid the woman, or tell her you are busy…what with needing to pack and stuff.)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:05:06.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Damien
Temporary warmth flooded through Damien's frozen soul as he watched the
barmaid return to his table, though the hesitation she showed caused a
strange sort of ache within him. Hurt? No...
As the woman did, Damien slowly seated himself, his eyes wearing a sad look
that reflected how he felt deep within. His pale hands folded upon the tabletop,
the bard drew slow breaths, trying to avoid letting his anxiety show through his
calm face. He was talented in many of the performing arts. Could he keep a
straight expression at such a time?
"I..." His voice trailed off as he spoke softly, trying to find words for what he
intended. "Thank you...for sitting here. You remind me of
someone...somebody really important to me...a long time ago..."
Damn it! he cursed himself inwardly. He was fully aware that even
though he felt he was keeping his appearance calm, his voice did not hold true
to his pantomime. He seemed so unsure, so uncertain. It had been a very long
time since he made effort to speak to somebody in civil tones, let alone trying
to sound sincere. The man felt sincerity inside of him, but was having difficulty
expressing this subject that was so unusual to him.
Its been so long...
"I'm sorry..." He said in a low whisper, averting his eyes slightly. Damien pulled
his hands back and crossed his arms beneath his cloak. He was about to
speak up again when he noticed a presence at his side, looming over the table
that he shared with the beautiful maiden. Seeing that it was Teros, the man
who had threatened him time and time again, Damien's lips pulled into a thin
line as he looked up at his companion.
"Do you need something?" The bard asked darkly, suspecting another threat
or shot at him. It seemed unusual that the strange man would get up and
cross the common room simply to do that, though...
"Did you get rooms for all of us?" Teros asked him, which came as complete
surprise to Damien. He tried not to let it show, though he felt his eye twitch
slightly. Blast! He had forgotten that he was to earn rooms for the others!
Slipping a hand slowly into his inner pockets, he retrieved the brass key and
held it pinched between slender fingers.
Looking up slowly, he licked thin lips and opened his mouth to reply. "Forgive
me, Teros." He spoke softly, returning his key to his pocket and beginning to
rise. "I... I will do so..." Turning his head to face the woman across from him,
he nodded gently. "Pardon me,"
Wracking his brain to try to pull forth another song or poem, Damien strode
towards the dais once again, his cloak rustling around him as he moved
across the common room floor.
Reaching the dais, the bard nimbly leapt atop it, drawing attention back upon himself with a flourish of his cloak. As the dark material swirled around him, he reached up to push his hair away from his face, which had fallen around his eyes in the movement. Settling himself into his position and trying to calm himself after his embarassment before the maid, he called to mind a particularly rousing song, one that would work the patrons up into a cheer.
Maybe this'l convince these swine to drown themselves in liquor, and with business swelling, I'm bound to earn those room! He thought to himself as he lauched into song once again, this time, a more upbeat chorus.
(OOC: Damien will perform until he earns enough rooms for everyone. At this point, he will return to the maid, who will hopefully still be present for him to speak to.)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:04:22.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Teros nodded slowly, in an almost sage like manner. It wasn't wise for them to pursue these things here, in the open tavern where any person might hear and use it against them. The fact that she had information for their quest just made this all the much easier to agree to a talk.
"Ok, the Bard said he was going to try and get rooms for all of us with that performance, I'll go see if he got them or if we have to buy our own. We can talk privately in there so long as we keep our voices down."
Teros stood and headed over to where the bard was sitting after looking around for him for a bit. He nudged the man in the shoulder, slightly surprised to see a woman with him but pressing that aside.
"Did you get rooms for all of us?"
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:04:07.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Marie
She glances at the man in green, -Vilyamar...- she remembers, -His name is Vilyamar.- She then precedes to go around the table putting names to the faces. "The room would be better. What I have to tell you is meant for your ears alone..." She meets every pair of eyes at the table and blinks. "It is urgent that we must speak. I have information that concerns your quest."
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:03:52.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Vilyamar
"Nothing to do about it now..." muttered Vilyamar under his breath. He looked down and shook his head slightly, sighing. He could have been referring to the bread which Mahou fed to her wolverince companion, or about her drunkeness, none could tell.
"She is quite right, child. We must go someplace else, where matters can be spoken of with fewer ears, and more space for meandering volumes to dissipate to." He said, clearly enough now and looking straight at Mahou as he added the last bit.
Some may look askance at him for his reference to Marie. In human years, to him, Marie was but a child, though in the elven lifetime, so was he. As it were, he was simply little older within his lifespan, or so he speculated. He had never met another half-breed like himself, and he never expected to. He was not so arrogant as to believe he was alone in the world, but he was not dense enough to think he should be finding half-elves wandering through cities.
We must be as uncommon among the humans as elves... He thought. He sighed again and looked at Teros questioningly.
"Should we try the booths, or arrange our accomodations for this...meeting?" He asked blandly. "I believe accomodations would be our best interest, the booths are not kender-proof after all."
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:03:35.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Update
As Marie sat and grudgingly tried to explain herself to Teros, Mahuo, and Vilyamar, the satyr picked at what remained of her already devoured meal. Reaching into her pack, she let Gemmi scramble out, onto her lap. Snatching what remained of the bread, despite Vilyamar’s remaining interest in it, she fed it to the wolverine, and poured herself another goblet of wine.
As she lifted the carven, wood cup to her mouth, she noticed that the surrounding tables had begun to hush, and that several eyes darted at and about her table.
"Perhaps you could go into greater detail about what you saw. If we are on the same page, and you are truly ment to follow us then we should know what you speak of. However if not I for one do not believe that it would be possible for you to join since it could also be possible that you are not here to help, but to act a spy. Excuse me if I insulted you in any way."
She sipped her wine, and nodded at Teros’ question, but added quickly, and, due to the fuzziness of the wine she had already indulged so much in, slightly louder than she had wanted
“Save your answer Misses Marie. Some matters are best left for private quarters. This isn’t the best place to discuss this. But I do wish to hear your reason for seeking us. We may know much more than you think, and I don’t trust so easily.”
***
On the other side of the common room, Damien, already touched by the haunting memories his song had stirred within him, had looked into the clear, green eyes of a still living woman, and had seen more than a weary depression in their reflective depths. He was reminded more strongly of Elena.
Though this girl was not his late lover, perhaps he felt a strange connection with her. Perhaps it was the sorrow he perceived in her own delicate features, or the memories she invoked. Perhaps it was something entirely different, but before he could stop himself, he found that he was on his feet, both palms planted onto the table, calling for her to sit with him.
She heard his voice, and had frozen immediately. She turned, however, slowly, and hesitantly returned to his table. Staring at the bard with large, searching, green eyes, she sat across from him, folding her hands in the lap of her cream colored dress.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:03:20.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Teros listened to her words, and could only nod his head in acceptance of what he heard although it did not help clear up the situation. Taking a deep breath he thought on her words, but finding nothing in them he let it out and then spoke.
"Perhaps you could go into greater detail about what you saw. If we are on the same page, and you are truly ment to follow us then we should know what you speak of. However if not I for one do not believe that it would be possible for you to join since it could also be possible that you are not here to help, but to act a spy. Excuse me if I insulted you in any way."
He spoke politetly, but with a serious air around him. In truth that was about all he could think of to say, and he hoped it was enough. For now though, he made himself comfortable as he sat back, pusing thoughts of home back for now. He would have to focus at the issue at hand.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:03:05.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Marie
She looked at the two who had answered her in each of their turns and then looked around the room for the others, seeing no sign of them. "My tale is not an interesting one..." She replied, but took the offered seat anyway. She turns the seat around and rests her arms on the back. "I was informed of something, something that makes me shiver at the thought." She does just this and then continues with her story, albeit a little shakier than when she first started.
"I was also told to join your party. How these two go together I do not know..." With this she looks down at the table and prays silently that they push it no further.
She was not told to tell them what she had learned and intended to tell them no more that was needed.
After a few seconds she looked back up to see what their reactions were, her emerald eyes missing nothing. "I know this must sound crazy, I would not believe me if I were in your shoes..." She toys nervously with the hem of her shirt and tries to access the situation.
"My name is Marie, I am a ranger of sorts..." She tells them finally, wanting to answer their questions as quickly as possible.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 21:02:47.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Damien
I’ve earned my stay, but was it worth bringing that song back to life? Damien wondered as he looked into the eyes of the woman seated across from himself. Stirring up those memories in the sea of my conscious was not a good idea, though it made the crowd happy at least...
“I...” Damien’s words slipped off of his tongue as he struggled to push the thoughts below the surface once again, where they belonged. “I’m glad I made you at ease,”
The bard watched as the ebon-haired woman strode away from his table, making her way across the inn. Her appearance alone invoked more of his suppressed memories. Aside from the fact that her hair had curls - natural or otherwise, he did not know - she looked remarkably similar to Elena. Her voice and tones were different, too, nothing like the great enthusiasm that his lover had shown.
Without thinking about his actions, Damien pushed himself up from his seat, his hands flat on the table and shaking it on it’s legs.
“Wait...” He called to her in a soft, almost pained voice. “Would you...sit with me...?”
(OOC: Sorry this is so short, but I don’t want to be holding the game up. Besides, it is just filling space to try to lengthen something of this nature.)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:59:15.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Update
As the strange woman in the worn, green clothes stood before the table in which Teros, Vilyamar, and Mahuo sat at, Elandor suddenly sprung up from beneith a nearby counter, striking a shrieking reaction from it's occupants. Dodging a few kicks, he bound beside Vilyamar. Waving and muttering a shy "Hullo", he tugged on Vilyamar's cloak, and began whispering to the monk.
While this took place, Teros had politely turned down the lutist's request. With a sigh and a nod, the bard had turned and walked to a side booth, where he began to gently strum his lute. Smiling up at the beautiful yet very rustic stranger, he pulled a chair out for her to sit in, and introduced himself, trying to ignite a conversation.
After a moment, the kender let Vilyamar go and, without casting another glance at the new woman, hopped onto a bar stool beside Scourge, who still hadn't seemed to notice the woman.
Through his constant glances, the kender was able to peer into the dark recesses of the booth he had overheard. Within he could see to large, shadowy forms. Aside from their size and long hair, he could make out no other details. Before them sat two mugs and a clay pitcher. They didn't seem to be intending on leaving immediately.
(Basically, nothing is going on. Marie is standing before the table that has Vil, Teros, and Mahuo. Damien is still in the shadows of a booth in the back left, corner. Marie does not see him. Scourge, Derak, and Elandor sit at the bar right behind the table that their companions occupy)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:58:37.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Teros
Teros shook his head at the man. Sure had many a story, but he didn't know how to begin them or if he even wanted to flaunt bravery he had committed in the past. It would seem wrong to those who had died.
"Perhaps if we cross paths many months or even years from now I will have a truly wonderous story to tell you, but for now I cannot say that I could tell you a story. It was..nice meeting you though."
He nodded to the man before turning to see the new woman to came to talk to them. He frowned a bit at the half-elfs answer and then spoke in kinder words.
"I don't think that would be neccissary. Have a seat and explain to us your story. The Bard matters little since all he does is brood all day, and Derrak and the Kender would enjoy the company no doubt, and the big guy over there dosn't seem speak a lot."
He pulled out a seat for her and sat back to hear her story of why she needed to talk to them.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:58:11.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Scourge
*Scourge continues to drink his ale*
((there.. that's your post Val))
(but seriously)
Scourge and Orion continued to sit at the bar in silence save for the sound of swishing ale in tankards flowing past the large mans equally large incisors.
Elandor moves beside him a short while later and ordered a drink for himself and some nuts which Orion happily picked from the plate or the Kender's grip. Which his back turned to the majority of the tavern's inhabitants, he leaned over and faced Elandor, his mask hanging around his upper chest and his bandana pulled just low enough to allow drink to pass his lips. From this close, Elandor can see that his skin has a blackish tinge to it and large teeth much akin to that of orcish kind. A toothy smirk splayed across his lips before he replaced the flagon to his mouth and listened intently on everything that went on about him; particularly the new woman's entrance and her interest in his companions. (concentration check if need be to differentiate between her conversation and al lthe other hubbub in the tavern)
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:57:55.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Elandor
Elandor overheard the conversation with arousing anxiety. Something very mysterious was going on. He certainly wanted to learn more about this. At least he had a name now. Erras.
The kender’s thoughts rushed between running to local authorities and going after this himself. While he wanted to stay and try to overhear more information on the plans of these two criminals he realized that action was required in order to accomplish something against these evil deeds. It sounded like these guys were either up to stealing something or even worse. And stealing was definitely something Elandor detested. To take something from another person without asking… outrageous.
He ducked low, away from the dark box. Though keeping his eyes on the area to make sure the two man wouldn’t run off without his knowledge he dived under the tables and came out right besides Vilyamar. A strange woman was talking to the monk. Startled, because he hadn’t noticed her coming in, the kender mumbled a “hullo” to the lady and then took a hold of Vilyamar’s collar. He pulled it down, if the monk would let him, bringing the man’s ear close to his mouth.
“Vil, I overheard two men in one of the dark boxes over there.” Elandor whispered, without pointing or making the slightest of indication what he was talking about.
“They are certainly up to no good, and I think we should do something to stop their plans. They spoke of thievery, so I believe. Will you aid me in stopping them, or at least warning the local authorities while they go with their plan? Just act like I’m telling a joke and laugh at it, ok? I’ll hear your answer later on.”
With that the kender gave a polite nod to the lady and climbed on one of the barstools near scourge. He ordered a glass of wine and some nuts, to feed to Orion. His eyes never left the dark box for longer than ten seconds.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:57:34.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Vilyamar
Vilyamar's eyes darted across the room, seeking out the missing Kender. Few humans could ever put trust in a Kender, and as such, that left them feeling quite suspicious of the little ones. The half-elf was humble enough to admit that he did not trust most Kender farther than he could throw them, but considering that might be quite a ways sometimes...well...
A large blue diamond however, would not be taken as a normal item for a Kender to own, though where he may have 'found' it would be quite a question. Some might even believe he had stolen from royalty. With this in mind, Vilyamar's thoughts ran in haste. That diamond was to be bartered off for more than just their transportation, for which he didn't think they all had enough to purchase without it.
His search was interrupted as a young female approached the three of them at the table. Vil's eyes flashed uncertainly and narrowed in curiousity as she posed her question. Asking this of people could be dangerous.
"You may speak to I, but one cannot speak for many. You must ask the others as well, before...you can make your plea, whatever that may be." He said to the young woman. "The others can be found around the tavern. If you know of us, then you can seek them out yourself."
He looked at Teros and Mahou, expecting each to give an answer similar to his.
The girl may speak her piece, He thought. Reaching to the table he tore off a piece of the bread, pouring the last bit of wine into his cup before taking a bite.
Suddenly, there was movement through the tables, coming towards them, and short movement, too. The kender he had been so worried about seemed to know what he was about, after nodding to the young human standing before them. He reached up and pulled Vil's cloaked ear down, or at least motioned, for Vil raised a hand to stop the kender from ever touching the hood. It would do no good to keep the secret to only now have it be uncovered.
He obliged the kender by leaning, though he hadn't a need to lean down so much as over, the Kender ended up being about the same height as the monk while sitting.
“Vil, I overheard two men in one of the dark boxes over there.” Elandor whispered, without pointing or making the slightest of indication what he was talking about.
“They are certainly up to no good, and I think we should do something to stop their plans. They spoke of thievery, so I believe. Will you aid me in stopping them, or at least warning the local authorities while they go with their plan? Just act like I’m telling a joke and laugh at it, ok? I’ll hear your answer later on.” Elandor said, giving the dark box a furtive glance before returning a smile to his face.
The kender skipped off to the bar, taking a seat beside Scourge and Orion and left Vilyamar perplexed.
"What a strange little fellow," he muttered under his breath. He would have to learn more later. With that he gave a small laugh and turned back to his bread and wine.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:57:17.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Marie
After the relatively fresh air out side, the sounds and smells of the room made her blink with surprise. –I’ll never get used to it…- She thought with sorrow. She glanced around the room for a moment until she found some of the members of the party she had traveled to join, after all they were rather recognizable. There was one group at the bar, and yet another at the table not far from her. -I wonder where the others are...- She thought.
The door swung shut behind her, and she waited until most of the people had gone back to their conversations before walking over to the part of the group at the table. Her walk was a graceful one, she had worked for a long time to develop it so that she could move quietly through the woods. -They told me find the party and join them, but not how to go about it...-
She reached the table that held the female Satyr, a man in a green robe, and another rather grubby one. The latter could have been more she could see, but for some reason or another he chose not to; and all she could see of the man in green was the reflection of light off his eyes. The satyr was a sight to behold...
She tried to let as little of her emotions show as possible and looked at them each individually. Then asked them, "May I have a word with you and your party?" It wasn’t the most subtle, but it got her point across; and that was the main thing.
She stood there, tensed and nervous, waiting for an answer. -I hope they don't take offence...- She thought in hindsight.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:57:02.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The Jester's Hour
August 11th/Tuesday Afternoon
Northern Thollin
The Jesters Hour/Eldarast/Thollin Capital
Though Eldarast still basked in the soft fire of a setting sun, shadows already clung to the corners of the common room of the Jesters Hour like dark cobwebs. The air hung in a haze of tobacco smoke, and stank of ale, red meat, burning wood and sweat. To sooth his already ruffled nerves from their recent shock, Master Hillock was forced to duck into the kitchen where he could gulp down the last few swigs of his flask of very potent Dwarf Spirits. The best remedy for ruffled nerves was to numb them, so he always said!
Returning to his post behind the bar, the tender was just in time to hear the first few notes of the dark bards song. He played no instrument, yet his clear, soothing voice hushed all conversation as it spun it’s way, sorrowful, and eerily enchanting around the common room. Each word he wove settled on the listeners like gentle raindrops, and soaked into their mind with images as clear as a dreamt reality. The door to the kitchen even cracked open, and the shaggy heads of the cooks peered at him in curious awe.
When the song was finished, a brief silence settled over the inn, as if in reverent reflection, before the first, scattered handclaps, like the first drops of rain, led to a storm of applause. Even as the first few shouts of “Encore” rang above the claps, he was stepping down from the dais, and moving to a lone corner of the inn.
Within moments the atmosphere the bard had created had crumbled to dust and was blown away as the drone of conversation that was the norm in common rooms reestablished itself. A young and beautiful barmaid with long, onyx curls and skin as lustrous as the moon approached him shyly and, sitting across from him, lay a small, brass key on the rugged wooden table.
“Master Hillock says you’ve earned your nights stay, but that one song isn’t enough to pay for your companions.”
For a moment she sat, studying him; her head tilted ever so slightly to the side and her hands laying flat on the table. Finally she said in a voice that was sincere and caring. Not advertising in the least.
“You have a sad past, mysterious bard. So do I. Your song brought the first comfort I have felt in a very long time. For that, I thank you.”
With that she made her way to her feet and started back through the inn.
***
As Vilyamar sat like a statue, nibbling the cheese and bread he had been given in an attempt to calm the rush of blood to his face, He noticed that Mahuo was already halfway done with her meal and, without a hint of interest in anything else, was had already reduced the wine pitcher by two mugs full.
Indeed the growl in his stomach reminded him painfully that he had not had a good meal since they left Celeval, and that was several days ago. Yet as he broke off another bit of the unleavened bread that sat before him, he suddenly realized that he had not seen Elandor since they had entered the inn. He felt as his stomach sink; and his ears pricked, as if expecting to hear the screams of women and the breaking of glasses that often occurred in the presence of kenders at any moment.
“Have you seen the little one?”
He watched as Mahuo finished her second mug of wine, wipe the corner of her mouth with a rag, and shake her head. Ill tidings indeed! He was their ticket to Ralnaria! Certainly wherever the kender went, trouble followed; and an arrested kender is a searched kender. A searched kender is usually one who loses all items on suspicion. A blue diamond is a very suspicious item for a kender to possess….
***
“Aye we could do that…..she’s there too much though-“”Not so loud!”
For a second Elandor looked back at the bar, afraid that Scourge would be all alone sitting at the bar. Seeing the bard talking to the big warrior he returned his attention to the secrecy of the dark booth.
”Listen………and then we could take the bag, climb through the window, and we’re there!” “Aye…But the boy! He’s got quite the ears………Then what? We would look rather suspicious.””Perhaps. But, I have my ways of…taking the lad out of the picture, if you get my drift.””Hoho! A regular con-man you are, Erras! A toast!” “A toast” Clink
***
Tion, as was the name of the lutist who sat now at the bar, beside Teros and Scourge, looked at the big man, who nolonger wearing his mask (You can’t wear it and drink at the same time) stared into his mug, lost in the shadows of his hood. “Erenall eh…” The lutist said in a hushed voice. He didn’t seem frightened, or even dissuaded by the big mans threat. “Well if ya aren’t gonna tell me a tale, suit yourself. We have a temple dedicated to Erenall in Eldarast, ya know. Might wanna check it out seeing as you…feel such fervent loyalty.”
Downing his wine and belching in abhorrent approval, the bard stood, tipped his feathered hat at Teros, started to walk towards the dais again, paused, and plopped down 3 stools down the table, now next to Teros.
“Well mate! With yer giant, raven patting companion sitting yonder, I didn’t even notice ye. I say, your also quite a different looking fella. If I’m not mistaken; and I know I’m not, I’d say your from the southlands…The desert no doubt. Perhaps you Have a tale or two to tell a local minstrel. I could turn your tales to songs! Songs to be sung before His Highness Elethorn the Second!”
Slapping 3 copper’s down and ordering another wine, he adds
“Tis just a suggestion. But a mere jester as myself would be greatly appreciative.”
***
As all this was taking place, the old, slightly warped wooden door creaked open, splashing golden proof that the sun was not yet asleep upon the nearer tables, and clearing the smoky air a bit. In walked a figure very much unlike the other occupants of the inn. Yet, she seemed well known, for those that turned to face her either nodded and returned to their business, or ignored her completely.
She was tall and graceful. Her auburn hair cast over her shoulders and hung nearly to her waist. Her eyes gleamed a brilliant green, like a spring field, and her skin was smooth and fair, yet it was evident she spent much time in the sun. She wore no armor or cloak. Only weathered, green pants and a lose, open necked green tunic. Aside from her stunning beauty, she still may have blended in with the other inhabitants, yet slung over her shoulder was a slender, glossy brown bow. Hanging in a black sheath at her side was a longsword. The end of it’s hilt was capped in a gleaming crystal ball.
Standing in the door a moment, her clear green eyes scanned the common room, pausing on Scourge, who sat at the bar, and Vilyamar and Mahuo, who sat nearer at a table…
These where the ones she was told to seek….
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:56:45.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Scourge
Scourge turned his attention to the stranger who had slid his barstool closer to him while he sat trying to enjoy his Golden ale in peace and quiet. The overly flamboyant personality and extrovertive attitude showed Scourge much about the man; mainly that he was unafraid of a little danger if it meant a great story to tell should he survive it.
Walking along the shoulder blades from one side of Scourge to the other, the raven cocked his head to the side as his beady little eyes watched the bard curiously before speaking.
"The stories I tell would only give cause for your patrons to shudder and weep, to awaken in the dark of night with shivers of chill running down their veins. Would cause the king to look upon you as some sort of madman,for certainly the will of Erenall is beyond that of any mortal comprehension. Let it be known that his will is paramount, that none shall escape his embrace with time, and I Scourge shall bring deliverance to those whose time has come. Other than that good minstrel, I suggest you leave me to my drink lest you wish to take a place higher upon his sacred list."
With that Scourge returned to drinking his ale, while Orion the raven fluttered his wings and hopped atop the crystalline Scythe to peer about the common room.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:56:26.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Vilyamar
Vilyamar felt the rim of his ears burn and thanked the gods for his wisdom to leave his hood up. Shame is not a public thing if noticed, but the half-elf nodded that the red wine would do fine and watched the barmaid turn and go back to the kitchen. His mouth turned into but a thin line as he silently berated himself for letting his wits go. "Punch" was a drink for nobles, consisting of chilled wine and fruit juices blended, or at least it was probably considered for nobles here, where fresh fruits seemed to be a rarity at this time of year.
He poured from the pitcher containing the wine as the satyr made an order for food as well. Not a whole lot of wine, but enough to quench his thirst. The mug was scratched in more than a few places and chipped on one edge. Vilyamar avoided that edge, but after eyeing the cup for a moment took a sip of the wine and nodded in satisfaction.
The serving girl came back with a tray and platter of bread and cheese and bits dried fruit, the last bits of the stores by the looks of them. The monk felt his ears burn fiercely as the girl dipped low, much lower than need be, to display a view of her bosom that gave much insight to his humanity. He averted his eyes and reached for a piece of bread as she spoke and moved. She was graceful for a human, pretty, too.
“There you are”
She said in her best sweet and innocent voice. Then, running her fingers along his shoulder and standing behind him, she leaned into his cloaked ear and said gently.
“If you need anything, anything at all, I’ll be waiting.”
The monk’s mouth quirked at the corner and accompanied with the short silent laugh, it was more mirth than he had shown during any other time since he had joined the monastery so very long ago. But it lasted little more than the moment and he felt the burning dissipate in his tipped ears as he took some cheese with the other hand and began to chew on it along with a bite of bread.
He watched the bard take the stage after tossing a glance toward the young serving girl who was making her way along the bar. Beneath the shadows of his hood he saw her turn her head and look back at him once more. She really was quite pretty, and her features looked almost with a hint of elven, she might have had a drop in her veins somewhere. The event of two half-bloods meeting in such a place would be rare indeed. His eyes would’ve lost a slight luster for any who could’ve seen them as he thought again how truly alone in the world he was. There weren’t many of his kind.
The dark human approached the dais and the half-elf’s ears pricked. The bard was really quite good at what he did. Vilyamar turned his hooded face to the dais where Damien sat now, but he stopped and peered off, changing his mind. He hummed a little to gain a pitch, and then began to sing. Vilyamar could almost see the night described, could almost feel the bay, smell the sea once more. He had been to the sea once. He had not remained long but it was not something one could forget easily, even with more than 50 years between it and the present.
Vilyamar looked back at the bar to where Teros and Scourge sat, one drinking the other ordering. Then Vilyamar started, and he realized he had lost the kender during the performance. He searched the room; the little fellow had their only means of paying for transport. He turned to Mahou.
“Have you seen the little one?” Vilyamar asked calmly.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 20:56:08.
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