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Title: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on May 24, 2006, 10:26:23 AM
Injr had just begun to cast its shimmering rays across Santharia. Flickering lights played over the floor in the main room of the Herald. A diminutive figure walked silently down the stairs from her quarters, the filtered light dancing through the shutters lending the large space a very homey feeling. Twen made her way to the front door opening it slowly, allowing the fresh morning breeze to wash away the scent of late night pipe smoking in the main hall.

The warm rays of early morning cast over the tiny elf as she rubbed her eyes in an attempt to focus them in the bright light. She wore a simple dress that had been made for her long ago by Ana, definitely a garment more suited to the desert than the bulky robes she often wore. The sleeves and the sides were made of light green linen. The rest of the dress was of a deep forest green with golden trim about the edges. The two colors of textile and the way the gown was made gave the illusion of wearing a cotte and surcoat but constructed of only one gown, it was far cooler and lighter than nearly anyone would believe. Her fair-haired curls were left free and cascaded to rest below her supple waist, their hue reminiscent of woven gold.

The sounds of the dwarfs pig in the stables brought a blissful smile to the ancient elfs delicate features. Grey eyes narrowed in mirth as she imagined herself but a farm girl waking to cook breakfast for her family. Though this illusion faded quickly as the smell of fresh bacon wafted over her from the kitchen, the elf could have sworn that she had been the first to rise. Laying her head against the door jam eyes closing delightfully as the mage attempted to return to the surreal feeling she had just lost, yet she knew patrons would soon be rising especially since breakfast was already in the works.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)

Edited by: Twen  Araerwen  at: 5/26/06 13:03


Title: Re: XIIII: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: AnaMirl Goodwill on May 24, 2006, 08:27:23 PM
AnaMirl woke up from a sleep, which had not been recreative. She was still somehow disorientated when sitting  up and swinging her legs out of the bed. She couldnt remember, how she had come to her bed. Then , suddenly, with a flash of memory - the Herald had been on fire yesterday - has it been yesterday? This strange black man and his beast were the reason for all this trouble.

She stood up and went to the window facing the Herald. Yes, it hadnt been a bad dream, the window frame was still broken and black traces of the fire could be seen. But it was still standing, she hadnt been sure of this, somehow.

In a corner, hurled together she saw Lori Lo sleeping, with a lot of food overlefts around her. Ana wondered, why this was so, it looks like Lori hadnt dared to go out of Anas room while she was sleeping (or had she been unconscious - Ana couldnt remember, what had happened to her) , which was strange, for she was quite a little brat fearing nothing. But perhaps the assault on her life was sitting deeper than she had expected.

Ana washed herself and dressed , braided her still dark brown , long hair and put it in a bun, then went decidedly at the door. Her head seemed clear, despite the bump she could still feel on her head and the lack of memory could be helped with asking the people in the tavern.

Injr had  just sent  her first rays over the horizon when she entered the tavern. The provisional window was already open and there was even a smell of breakfast coming out of the kitchen. Ana entered the Herald again, and it seemed to her as if ages have passed, though it was just - how long? Time to inquire - after a good breakfast!

To her surprise, she saw a familiar figure leaning at the kitchen door - could it be, yes it was Twen! It had been some time, that Twen had been in the Herald and Anamirl wondered, what had led her steps back to the tavern. She called her and went up to her, greeting her heartily.

Glad you are here Twen, the gods must have sent you, for I dont know, how long I was lying on my bed. You need to tell me later, why you are back. For now Im glad you are here, for though I thought my head is clear now, I feel again a throbbing and my stomach is very weak. I need something to eat first, before I can help you.

AnaMirl went into the kitchen to get a breakfast, for one of her strong opinions was, that all things are half as difficult to master with a good meal in the belly and she was sure, she would feel well again after that.  

Ana'Mirl Goodwill

Edited by: AnaMirl Goodwill at: 5/25/06 21:47


Title: Re: XIIII: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on May 25, 2006, 04:04:23 AM
It was morning or at least Malavon taught as he awoke outside the Thirsty Herald , shaking his head , spoke to himself:

Malavon - By the gods ! How did i end here and whats the deal with this headache  ?
Last i remembered i was inside having some beer, and now i awoke here .

Touching to see if something was stolen , he breathe with relief noticing that nothing disapeared , turning around the same moment hearing some pig snorting , he mumbled :

Malavon - At least one thing remains the same , my bad luck !
I slept beside a pig , no matter let me get some breakfeast and then to think what to do .

He then walked to  the door , still a bit dizzy and oppened it .  



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on May 25, 2006, 04:36:23 AM
*Morning sun enter through the window, gentily awaking Orril, with a yawn he goes to the washroom and cleans his face, then he brushes his golden hair to put order in it. Orril goes to the stables, to find a man that's just awaking and his wolf and owl sleeping on the stal he leaved them the night before*

Morning, come on, we have a whole day in front.

* With this words Storm and Shadow awake slowly, wanting something to eat*

Huh... I only have some of this cakes... let me see if the lady can give us a good breakfast.

*Gives the few cakes to Shadow and Storm and returns with both to the Tavern, there he looks arround, then he goes to the elfess*

Dear lady, can you please give me an Aberan Loaf? and anything you can give to the poor souls of Shadow and Storm... they will hate me if I make them eat one more of those meatcakes I made...

*Orril then moves to one table close to the garden and waits for his breakfast, followed by Shadow and Storm... that look to the cat of the last night with mean eyes.*  

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on May 25, 2006, 04:31:23 AM
Phyth woke to see the first rays of sunlight shining through his window. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stretched his arms, only to realize that he slept with his armor on. He sat up and began to take it off, looking out at the stable through the window. Taking off the leather, he washed his face quickly, threw on his cloak, and pulled the hood over his head. Putting on his boots, he left his room and exited the tavern.

Phyth reached the stables and walked to a stall near the end, hearing a familiar neigh. As he watched Iago rise sleepily he began to feed her. After leaving some oats for her, he whispered a few words in her ear and left the stables.

As he entered the Herald, Phyth noticed a few patrons already there. He sniffed the air, smelling breakfast being cooked in the kitchen. He reached the bar and began to speak to the elf there.
"I'll have breakfast and a drink"
Phyth walked over to a table in the back corner and sat down, waiting to be served.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield

Edited by: Phyth Glenfield  at: 5/25/06 0:48


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on May 25, 2006, 07:09:23 AM
Malavon looked around , smiling with his usual irony , he walked towards the bar only to find a beautifull elfess as a bartender and he taught to himself :

Malavon - Well , well , i cant remember much from last night , but one thing i do remember , this lovely maiden , too bad she is a mage .
Not that i would try anything with her , i only had one love in my life , my sweet Amelia .

With Amelia in his thoughts , his emerald  eyes became melancholic , and asked the elfess with a sad voice :

Malavon - Fair maiden , do you mind to get me something to eat and to drink, i leave the choice in your capable hands .

Going towards he saw a elf with blonde hair , looking closely , he walked to him and asked :

Malavon - Sorry to intrude my friend , do you mind if i sit down with you ?
I believe that one shouldnt be alone in this time and age.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on May 25, 2006, 09:50:23 AM
*Injera's shine just went through the window of the room where Thorgas slept. Waking up, he looks outside the window, went to the bathroom, washed himself, brushed his hair and beard, and put on his clothes.*
A very beautiful day indeed! I am so blessed to be feeling Injera's touch on my skin. So warm!
*Putting on his mole-skin cloak, the symbol of a dwarven mage, wearing his green woolen hat, and covering his head with the cloak's hood, he went downstairs to the stable, his glimmering jewelled staff, Torosar, in his hands, to see if Buri slept well and refreshed for the morning. Passing the tables, he saw there are many patrons already.*
Hmm... This inn is doing well, being too close to the desert. It is a blessing for somebody travelling in the hot sands.
*Going straight to the stables, he saw Buri awake already, sitting on the hay like a baby, a very fat baby.*
A very good morning, Buri! Glad to know that you've slept well. Here are some tuberroots and carroots I found inside my pouch. I'll go inside and see if there is anything they can feed you today, maybe fruits and vegetables.
Oink!
*He watched as Buri sat down and ate the fruit, his usual method of enjoying food. Giving his pig a scratch on the belly, he went inside the tavern and sat down on a chair near the fireplace, his favorite place in the room. Thorgas took his pipe, lighted it, and proceeded smoking while waiting for the elven maiden to finish making breakfast.*
Sniff... Smells good. I wonder if they will have some Turborger Brown to go with that food.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 5/25/06 1:55


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on May 25, 2006, 01:05:23 PM
Waking up from the room he had, Xun thinks about food.

hmm, maybe i could order something, if i had the money. i know! i'll ask that wierd elf that had golden hair, he looked nice, he might give me some money.

Xun exits his room and goes to the table room. seeing the menu, he was really hungry for an alberan loaf. He looks around some more, and sees the elf he was talking about. he goes and sits by him and asks him for money, telling him how he wanted an alberan loaf, but he had no money.

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on May 25, 2006, 12:13:23 PM
Smiling brightly as the main room began to fill with a flurry of activity, the elf cheerfully sauntered back into the main room, leaving the front door open. Listening intently to So Orrils request for his breakfast and that of his animals, Twen replied in a melodic voice. Sir I would be more than happy to get yee something, but this is not a place of charity so Ill be charging yee for your animals breakfast as well. Knowing that there would not be enough platters made yet for her to justify serving animals first, she decided on forfeiting her morning meal and just getting a light snack later.

Whirling to face the human, Phyth as he addressed her about a bite to eat for himself, a tiny hand brushed blonde curls from metallic grey eyes. Yes sir Ill be getting that right away for yee. The man did not mention a preference for what he wished, so breakfast of the day seemed appropriate. An attentive gaze followed the man to where he sat; she twisted away quickly after noting where he was seated. Almost bumping into Malavon as she did so, tiny hands come up to rest against him; this was the only action that kept her from running headlong into the warrior.

Oh! I am very sorry Sir.
Twens face only a few nailsbreadths distant from his before pushing herself back gingerly from the killer. Delicate nose cringed a bit from the unpleasant smell of alcohol, pig and sweat that he reeked of, this odor caused the mage to sweepback a pace more from Malavon. Fair-haired locks shimmered as she nodded to his request for breakfast, a radiant smile rolling across her delicate features as he left the order up for her to decide. Seems more than one patron is going to get my favorite for their morning meal. Itll be Fruzail Sweet Fruit sauce dripped over flaky bread. Just the thought of this delicious entre was enough to get her mouth watering. Coupled with sides of bacon and scrambled Taenish eggs complimented by some flavorful Tulimon grape juice to wash it down with sir. A low growl escaped from the tiny elfs stomach as the mere mention of such a breakfast began tormenting her.

Hurrying to the kitchen she began gathering plates of each persons order and placing them on a large platter for ease of carrying. Adding to this her own breakfast that she was giving to So Orril for his animals, the elf whined inaudibly as she did so, knowing that she was beginning to get extremely hungry. But she readily added a few extras to her own plate since the man had more than just one to feed.

Holding the platter in both hands she wandered back into the main room, noticing that Lady Ana had joined the crowd the elf smiled to her and nodded lightly before continuing to the Wind Mages table. Placing two plates and a glass of Tulimon grape juice down in front of him, she winked at him eyeing the heaping plate that was to be her own. There are no scraps for your animals this early in the morning sir, so the total shall be 12 sans. She waited patiently, accepting the money from the elf before continuing on to Phyths table.

Setting out a healthy serving of Fruzail sweet fruit sauce dripped over light flaky bread with two sides, one of bacon and the other scrambled Taenish eggs. A medium sized glass of Tulimon grape juice completing the feast. That would be 6 san sir. A sandaled foot tapped nervously upon the wooden floor as she awaited payment, humans more often than not made the reclusive elf a bit tense.  Placing the payment from the man alongside So Orrils on the large platter prior to addressing Phyth courteously. Enjoy your breakfast sir, it happens to be my own favorite. A glee filled grin washed over the maidens subtle features, before she made her way to stand alongside So Orril.

This positioned the table between Twen and Malavon, helping her to not get a waif of the stench from the man, leftover from his revelries of the night before. Standing across the table from him she splayed out a healthy serving of Fruzail sweet fruit sauce dripped over light flaky bread with two sides, one of bacon and the other scrambled Taenish eggs. A medium sized glass of Tulimon grape juice completing the mans order. Once again she placed stray curls behind each of her pointy ears then addressed the killer lightly. It is 6 san sir. Hands moved down to brush over the front of her thighs, a nervous habit especially in large crowds. Accepting the payment a cheerful smirk spread over the elfs supple lips as she gathered up the platter and moved on.

Strolling to Thorgass table the elf reserved a bit of distance from the dwarf, seeing that they can be dangerous like orcs at times, particularly when hung-over. Staring into the fireplace the iridescent flames shimmered over the opaque surface of her ancient elven eyes. Contentment began to fill her soul as she envisioned the numerous times she had seen the beauty within such fires and felt their power dance across her psyche. Snapping out of her daydream yet leaving her unwavering eyes upon the fires she addressed the dwarf. What would yee be liking for breakfast MLord?

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)

Edited by: Twen  Araerwen  at: 5/25/06 5:44


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on May 25, 2006, 02:12:23 PM
OOC: I'm not quiet sure, but if my reading was good (I read three times), Twen gave her breakfast to my animals!? hence the two plates. Then, I'm not sure, but Malavon sat with a gold haired elf... me? and then Xun... I think the only two posts that I understood completily was Xun's and Thorgas'. If I misunderstood, tell me so I change my post...

*As a bad smeling guy sat close to him, Orril prayed for first time, so the guy persieve his smell... wasn't a very bad idea to give him a little "trick" but no, no since the last night yelling of the beauty maiden, so he calmed himself and says*

Hmmm... Don't want to be mean or rude with ya, but you don't smell... very well... you can wash yourself upstairs, in the washroom...

*Then came the maiden and delivered two plates, paying for the two plates, and looking at Xun's hungry face Orril couldn't resist and says*

Well... Shadow, Storm, you'll have to wait a bit... *Shadow growls but does no more, while Storm flaps her wings on Orril's head* Ok, I'll give you something else... but you know is under your own risk.

*Orril brings the little pouch and grabs two little smoked fishes, and gives them to his familiars that start to eat them and finish fast. Then takes the loaf and say*

Take it, I'll eat the other plate.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on May 25, 2006, 10:20:23 PM
*Thorgas turns to the barmaid, who seems to be backing away from him, as if afraid of something. Ignoring this, he said:*
Hmm? Oh yes, I'll have the specialty for today and 3 mugs of your Turborger Brown, please. Oh, and anything that can satisfy my pig's hunger would be nice, too, anything of your choice, m'lady.
*After saying this, he reclined in his chair, relaxed, and puffed away at his pipe, contently reminiscing about the days of his youth and the flames dancing happily on the fireplace.*

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on May 25, 2006, 10:40:23 PM
*A stout, muscular dwarf with a cave bat on his shoulder entered the tavern just as breakfast is being served. He looked at the place and noticed that it looks comfortable.*
Well, a nice place, looks tight as a drum, too.
Squeak.
I'll get some fruit for you, but better wait first until the hostess is done with everybody's meal.
*Gamaliel makes his way to the fireplace to get warm after travelling in the cold morning weather. As he came near the place he saw a female elf and a dwarf. He didn't pay any particular attention to the elf, but for some reason he recognizes the dwarf with whom the barmaid is talking to.*
By Urtengor's Hammer! Thorgas! Brother! I've been searching for you ever since you went to Ximax! Why didn't you go home? didn't you know that I was worried about you?
*His glee suddenly turned to embarrasment when he saw the elf standing there. Turning to the elf, he said:*
I'm so sorry for being so rude, m'lady. But my brother and I have been seperated for quite a long time, and haven't heard from each other for quite some time. Please add an additional breakfast meal of the day to the previous request of my brother, and a mug of Turborger Brown beer. My thanks, and apologies, again.
Squeak.
*Turning to Thorgas, he said:*
Any reasons as to why you didn't come home? You heartless pig! We had an agreement that you'll come home after your studies!

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on May 26, 2006, 01:01:23 AM
Malavon just smilled as the elf reminded him that his odor was nothing less that revolting , putting down his plate in the table he answered :

Malavon - Aye my friend , no offence taken , ill be right back.

He then walked to the washroom and cleaned himself , looking to the mirror after the bath , he whispered :

Malavon - Aye , much better , now I appear more of a person .

Descending the stairs he walked again to the elf and asked :

Malavon - And now my friend ? Do you mind if i seat ?

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 5/25/06 17:06


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on May 26, 2006, 02:09:23 AM
Phyth accepted his meal gladly and gave his money to the elf. Having not eaten a decent meal in over a week, he had to remind himself not to eat fast. The food smelled good, and tasted even better. He stretched his sore and tired legs out while he watched a dwarf with a bat enter the tavern. Wonderful, he thought, I thought the pig was bad enough. It better not fly near me, or it might get shot...

He watched the dwarf walk over to the one by the fire. He tried to hear what they were saying, but they were across from his bad ear. Taking a look at the rest of the patrons, he studied them, wondering if any would hire him.

Taking a drink of his grape juice, he quit watching the tavern's patrons and turned his attention back to his food.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: AnaMirl Goodwill on May 26, 2006, 06:06:23 AM
Despite a good breakfast, Ana was still not feeling well. And so, instead of helping Twen with serving the breakfast, she just went out to have a look at the new guests. She was just curious, which strange people would have arrived during her blackout.
She knew none of the new customers, so she nodded only to them and took a place in the back of the tavern, to watch them all. Strange people where here - more than what would she count under normal folk. A dwarf, a blond-locked elf , a dark haired elf and a human. And then a second dwarf arrived, and another warrior! More other races than humans, and this in a area, where no elves and dwarves were residing.
After some time, her head began to hurt again, she decided to go outside -  maybe the fresh air would help - and to wake Lori Lo. Maybe she could be a help for Twen, if she was definitely not yet her old self  again .

Ana'Mirl Goodwill

Edited by: AnaMirl Goodwill at: 5/27/06 23:21


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on May 26, 2006, 06:29:23 AM
Golden rays spread into a relativly neat bedroom, revealing an elf and a small bird.  While the elf seemed to be sleeping, the small bird was already awake and going about her morning tasks.  Ruffling her grey feathers to make them stand erect, she systematically groomed each one, setting them into place before moving to the next.  Black beads peered around the room as she surveyed the "damage" left by her master.  Letting out a muffled chirp in dismay, she set putting Drasil's newly washed clothes on the back of an armchair as she had been taught.   The bird then attempted to move the large spears propped against the walls.  Flapping her tiny wings viciously, the young bird somehow managed to drag the two spears across the room and lay they on the floor.  Moving onto the large assortment of daggers, she picked up each tenderly, as not to damage or scratch them, with her wickedly curved beak and set them on the clothing inside thier sheaths.  Surveying the now "clean" room, she proceeded to her next task, waking her master.

Flying over to the bed, she cooed softly at the young elf.  Wiping long strands of hair off the elf's face, she bstroked his cheek tenderly with her beak.  When the elf did not wake, she began to press harder until finally she delivered a sharp peck.

Waking up with a start, Drasil drew a dagger from under his pillow, but upon seeing the small bird, he put it once more in its sheath before returning it to its former hiding place.  A single, crimson droplet of blood appeared on his cheek from where the bird had hit him.  "Ow!" he said, facing the bird "that hurt more than last time!"  Feigning anger, he set about washing and dressing, all of which had been prepared by the falcon.  Slipping on a pair of of breeches, the elf headed for the door, taking one of his spears with him.  Behind him, a twinkle in her eye, the young bird picked up the shirt that her master had discarded and proceeded down to the kitches, still grasping the shirt in her talons.

In the kitchen, the smells of early morning cooking filled the bird with joy.  Flying above the heads of the cooks scurring to prepare the morning meal, she searched for an Twen.  Unable to find her, the bird landed, black beads searching for someone in charge while her beak worked viciously at plucking up small morsels of food.  

Seeing there was no one new entering the kitchen, the bird flies out to directly confront her master herself.  He shirt, which, by the small birds standards, is extremely heavy, wieghs her down, causing her to fly lower and lower to teh ground.  About halfway across the common room, she drops the cloth accidentally.

After being dropped by the small falcon, the shirt begins its gentle fall earthwards, landing in a small group of people talking.

Back in the common room, the shirtless elf walked to his usual table in the back corner.  Wellformed muscles rippled as he moved, catching the eyes of many, despite his attempts to remain unnoticed.  he finally reached his table after passing through the see staring eyes and sat down, hunched waiting for someone to take his order.  Seeing his bird drop his shirt, the elf's cheeks flush as he adverts his eyes downwards, hoping noone will notice him.

Drasil Razorfang CD

Edited by: Drasil Razorfang at: 5/28/06 1:08


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on May 26, 2006, 09:47:23 AM
oh, thank you very much... um, i didn't catch your name. i'm so sorry for bothering you, but i am not very wealthy and i have no food. um... so what is your name?

Xun grabs the plate and starts eating. while he is eating, he looks at the golden haired elf. he had been so nice to him, but Xun had nothing to give in return. what could he do? he needed to give him something, or it was impolit. so he asked the elf...

um, i'm so sorry, but i have nothing to repay you for the food. thoguh, i might be able to do something for you. chop wood, anything. what would you like? it is the only ting i can give you.

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on May 26, 2006, 09:33:23 AM
Yes, sure you can sit here... If I remember right you are Malavon. *Say to Malavon before the falcon entered the room and threw the shirt over them*

*Looking at the shirtless elf Orril though* hehe this guy forgot the shirt... I bet he won't notice that until someone yells at him. Should I rise it... no, I can't let Shadow and Storm without sight...

*then looked back at Xun and sayd*

Hmmm... At the moment the only thing I need is food for my familiars... I'm quiet bad cooking and bet that they will get angry with me if I give them something I made. By the way, I'm Orril, wizard mage of profesion.

*Looking at the wolf who looks to the cat over a chair, Orril knew Shadow would jump when he didn't looked, so he stayed checking Shadow. Then noted that Storm was also looking at the cat... what was going on? probably they wanted to play... or eat... Orril saw away for some blinks and Shadow jumped, taking the shirt from Orril hands and runing away with it, followed closely by Storm.*

Hey you two, come back now! *yelled Orril to his familiars, but it was late, they ran through the open door.* Ho no! Well, have to do my matinal exsersice *And with this words the mage ran behind the two animals, yelling things like "stop" and "come back" but soon he was tired and with no shirt.*

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.

Edited by: so orril miesefer  at: 5/26/06 3:11


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on May 26, 2006, 12:55:23 PM
Phyth continued enjoying his breakfast, but the peacefulness did not last. An elf walked into the tavern from the rooms. Nothing unusual, except he had no shirt. A falcon flying through the room had it.
Great, another thing to shoot, he thought, I could have a target practice, if I actually needed the practice.

Continuing with his meal, he watched as the falcon dropped the shirt onto a table with two elfs and a human. Phyth expected them to bring the shirt to the elf who needed it, but the wolf had other ideas. No longer even bothering to hide the fact that he was staring, Phyth watched as the wolf grabbed the shirt and ran out the door. He brought his cup up to his mouth and allowed himself a smile.
So much for peace and quiet...

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on May 26, 2006, 01:09:23 PM
Nodding a bit at the dwarf mage as he requested the specialty with a nice side order of alcohol, the elf went to step away. Only to be halted in her tracks by the sounds of a boisterous voice, the elfess smiled a sunny grin as she saw a different stumpy standing before her. Gathering that they were indeed long lost brothers the elfs eyes glistened with a hint of sorrow, seeing that she had not seen her twin sister in a small number of seasons. The newcomer placed near the same order as his brother before Twen could reply. I would be getting yee both a hearty serving of my favorite breakfast. She took mental note that they both wished a bit of drink with their breakfast, had better bring a pitcher the mage noted to herself.

Turning away from the seated dwarves she saw that another elf had joined the festivities, a sunny smile once more prominently displayed upon her delicate face. She raised one frail hand in a gesture to ask the elf, Drasil, to be patient for a few more moments. Hastily moving to the kitchen and preparing two healthy plates for the dwarf brothers, knowing their hunger was probably equivalent to their girth. Loading these once again upon the platter and making her way to the bar, filling a large pitcher with the dwarfs apparently preferred alcohol, paired with two empty flagons. Placing this then upon the platter she lifted it with both hands, the weight almost causing the frail elf to drop it. Gingerly the mage made her way across the main room to where they were seated an edgy expression very evident upon her face.

Laying out the feast in front of the brothers as well as the pitcher of beer, she smiled warmly to them before speaking. I was thinking a bit more drink would be in order for yee gentlemen; I would hope my assumption is not to your disliking. Delicate palms rubbed upon the hem of her dress in a meek attempt to alleviate the pain caused by the weighty platter. Addressing Thorgas as she continued on the mages voice surprisingly melodic and light considering the pain in her tiny hands. There is not in the kitchen for scraps yet Sir, but I will let the stableman know that your friend needs fed. There will be a small charge of 2 san for this but I will keep my eyes open in the kitchen for something more suitable. Yer charge is 30 san for the pitcher, meals and the food for your pig, MLord. Radiant eyes narrowing in mirth as an exaggerated smile danced over her regal face. Patiently she awaited their payment, before placing it on the platter and sauntering over to Drasil.

Curtseying to him, the elf came to stand just across the table, the radiant smile still evident upon her face. Metallic grey eyes filled with a swirling maelstrom of nearly perceptible fire. Gday sir, a bit warm in here dont yee be thinking? Tiny hands grasping the hem of her dress and making fanlike motions. I dont blame yee for trying to be cool in here, the kitchen is already beginning to feel like an oven. Pursed crimson lips blew gently upon wandering curls, an attempt to move them from her field of vision. What is it I could be getting yee this fine morning?  

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on May 26, 2006, 12:55:23 PM
Oh, um, thank you Orril. I can't get food for your pets. I can barely get food for myself. so sorry, there is not much I can do.

However, after Xun said this, he sees Orril runing outside, yelling "come back!" or "stop!" Xun goes out the door to see a wolf and an owl, the wolf carrying a shirt, running away from Orril.

So that's why, huh? ok, I can help 'em out.

Xun starts running as fast as he could, which was 14 strals per hour, and in no time he had caught up to Orril.

Do you need some help? I am a fast runner, and I might be able to catch up to those animals. Odd that there is such wolf and owl around here, maybe, they are your familiars? Some familiars.

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.

Edited by: Xun Darkwoe at: 5/26/06 15:48


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Aueniteri on May 26, 2006, 08:54:23 PM
Like a distant electrical shock, consciousness entomed itself into 'Teri's mind, bringing her awake with a slight twinge. Slowly, unwillingly, she turned over onto her back, bringing her right hand to her face. A little scale broke from her face just beside her eyes, and gradually, she opened them to find sunlight. Initially, that was all she noticed, and then, coming from the depths of Av only knows where, was the room around her.

Gradually, she sat, and, as the morning before, feeling like either she'd drastically overslept, slept very uncomfortably or drunk herself silly before going to sleep, the latter she knew to be untrue. However, the first two options were not only accurate, but more so accurate when told as the same tale. She gave out a long, weak sigh, and drew herself to her feet, turning to straighten out the bedclothes nicely. Then, she turned to herself - at least, that of which she could see.

Her dress, her favorite green one, was nearly ruined, and would take a special cleaner to press the wrinkles out of it. She carefully removed it, and wore instead her loose-fitting trousers and shirt. A pity; she didn't feel like wearing a dress today. She'd stayed here for quite some time, and thoughts of moving on caught her fancy. After all, Garrek was sure to have pinpointed her, if two days ago hadn't proved that amply enough. Then again, maybe Garrek would have suspected her to move on, and with that, she would be more safe here. But it was a part of the tracks, and Garrek never left the trail unattended.

'Teri forced the thought from her mind, turning the pillow of the bed over to hide the evidence of her tears. Senseless, really; she'd just been exhausted. She couldn't pinpoint what she'd expected from yesterday, if the day previous had been any sign. Slowly, she lifted her longsword and its sheathe from the floor beside her pack, and studied it.

Of course, it would be a simple matter to strap it on and forget it was there, she wore it often enough. But to wear it would be an outward show of aggression, and be practically asking for trouble again, something this place could certainly do without. Then again, if there was going to be trouble, it would happen with or without her.

Her mind slowly went back to the fight with the massive orc. Men; the orc had loved the attention, sure enough. So many people - and psyrpents - joined in the fight. A barstool- she smiled lightly. That had possibly been the highlight of her day. One quick show, she'd snatched the barstool out of the air. Then, hell had broken loose. Mepher got excited and there was fire again. And then...

Her mind froze, hovering tortuously over the next line in the plot. It seemed a dark reddish hue, the memory. A moment of blood, of fear. The dark-skinned hunter had been hurt, so badly hurt. He could have died...

Her eyes stung, and seemed to moisten over a little, and she squeezed her temples a little with her right hand, stretching over her forehead."Stop it, stop it, silly...", she whispered to herself. She rubbed her eyes with the tips of her index finger and thumb, drawing it out off the bridge of her nose. It just wasn't right to cry over it now. She hadn't seen him since, and it was obvious he wanted to be alone. More than that, she told herself, she needed to get over it all. It was simply a short-lived emotional response, something she needed to learn to overcome. She'd had them before, and each one passed on without leaving too much of a scar, each in their own realm. The dangerous part of this one would be...

A loud clattering brought her out of her thoughts as her sword dropped to the floor from the loosening grip of her left hand. She reached down, picked it up again, and strapped it around her, just above the hips. May as well wear it; you never know when it might come in handy. Then, it was down the stairs, intent on the well to wash her face and hopefully clear her mind.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she found it hard to recognize anyone. It all seemed like a general rabble, the same as one might find in any tavern. Elves and men and dwarves - what happened to the ogres and the psyrpents? Well, there had been one ogre, and quite a sight at that. Quite possibly, those days for the Herald were passed, and it had fallen into the much more profitable market of a frequented place.

Her eyes finished flitting over the crowd to land on a tired and sore Ana'Mirl doing roughly the same thing she'd just finished doing - trying to sort out the customers. The difference there must have been that Ana's eyes were accustomed to doing so, while 'Teri's mind so much more easily shut out things that she spent little to no attention on. Sometimes, she was grateful for her elven heritage in that respect, other times, it was annoying.

With long, meaningful strides, she made her way over to Ana, who was now outside and walking toward the house she'd been removed to. Running a little to catch up, she began aloud, "Ana!", both in surprise and pleasure. "You're up! Are you sure you're feeling well enough? You took a serious fall, only two days ago. I'm certain being abed too much can't be a lot better for you, but..."

She stopped trying to correct the elder woman, and simply ended with, "It's good to have you back."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injr hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

____________________
Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on May 26, 2006, 10:08:23 PM
*Thorgas was surprised at seeing his brother for the first time, as was the tears that appeared on his eyes as he fondly remember the days the two spent together. He went to Gamaliel and gave him a hug, then bade him to sit down with him. Turning to Gamaliel, he said:*
Aye, forgive me, brother. I mean to go home, but further studies caused me to be much more delayed. It doesn't matter now, as you're here with me, and I promised to go home after my studies, and that oath I shall keep. Haha, look at you! When I left the mines your beard has a healthy color of brown; now it's peppered with gray, as does your hair and your eyebrows.
*Turning to the hostess, Thorgas said:*
Aye, Lady. The pitcher would do wonders to us dwarves who suffered being away from each other for many years. Thank you for the fine service, and the good food ,too! Here is the 32 san for the fine entertainment. It's hard to come by a maiden with such good qualities such as yours. A rare trait, but a very good trait, one that cannot be compared to the rarest jewel that can be found in Kor Mithrid.
*Returning to his meal, Thorgas poured the beer in both their glasses, almost filling it to the brim. Facing his brother, he said:*
Well, I see you have a friend there. Could you introduce him to me? I'm sure you know Buri. By the way, lets share the payment for the meal. Give me the 16 san later, harharhar. Oh, and from now on I will help you around your forge, since I should put my new found knowledge to good use. Just tell me what you think of my proposal, then we'll dig a home for ourselves!
*Thorgas laughed loudly, between gulps of beer and bites of bacon, while waiting for his brother to say something.*

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on May 27, 2006, 01:07:23 AM
*Hearing Xun, Orril answered.*

Yes, that two are my familiars... but seems they need something to get out of boredom... Can you catch the wolf for me?? I'm quiet bad running...

*Taking again breath, Orril goes behind the wolf and owl that stoped for a moment, before running again.*

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on May 27, 2006, 01:07:23 PM
*Although Gamaliel is not used to crying, he shed some drops, a sign to his brother that he really missed him so much. Giving his brother a tight hug, he sat down with him and ate.*
Well Thorgas, the grey color of my beard signifies old age; you've been gone from home long enough. After you have told me of your dedication to your studies, I realized that it is something I should be proud of.
Squeak.
This is Jozan, by the way. He became my constant companion whenever I am training by myself. Buri and you seems to be doing fine. Here's the 16 san for my part of the meal, brother, and about your proposition. It's brilliant! We'll dig a suitable mine, with veins of precious gems and metal ores like gold, silver, and iron. We'll name the mine "Silverdelve", and dig rooms for your conservatory of fire and my forge. A great idea and good name for a home huh?
Squeak.
*Gamaliel took a long drink from the mug, contentedly thinking about the plan, then turns to the barmaid and says:*
What he says is true, m'lady. The food is great, the beer is great, and the service is unmatched, too!

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on May 27, 2006, 01:27:23 PM
The Thirsty Herald had seen no shortage of eccentric patrons. Sheltered beneath its eaves were mages and warriors and rogues of all stripes, together with the common folk who kept them plied with the good food and drink that had made the tavern's fame long before its clientele had. Still, had the tavern eyelashes, it would at least have batted them in something approaching pique to see the odd pair that approached it, along the winding track.

The leading one was of a sort that the innkeeper would probably know well: stained with the grime of several days' travel, stubble darkening the strong line of his jaw, the man looked weary, half-asleep, and very, very thirsty. He was dressed in a nondescript fashion, no more flamboyantly than any traveller upon the high roads would be, in a cream tunic worn under a leather jerkin, and the matching leather breeches tucked into a pair of boots that might have been fine under the layers of travel-dust and mud. A broad-brimmed hat shaded his eyes against the first rays of the rising sun, which might lead one to conclude that his squint had more to do with a raging hangover than an attempt  to block out the sun: a theory given credence only by the very slightest unsteadiness in his step.

He leaned heavily upon his companion, trailing just a little behind, whom he harangued extensively and with great gusto. The other, heavily laden as she was, did not seem to believe his uncouth behaviour warranted a response, as she bore the abuse with the taciturn sullenness of one who has a very long memory and a very long time with which to see grudges to fruition.

Then again, her silence might have been due in no small part to the fact that she was, in fact, a horse.

Perhaps 'horse' is misleading in this case; certainly, when one thinks of horses the first steed to mind is always the proud Centoraurian purebred, equally adept as charger or courser, the finest mounts on the continent. The exceeding fineness of their manes, the sheen of their coats, the surpassing sharpness of their hooves, the fine arch of their necks, and above all their proud intelligence have all been rhapsodised in generations of poetry.

This was certainly not one of them, being small -- with her head coming up to her master's shoulder -- and an unremarkable smoky-gray, approaching brown thanks to the dust which she wore like a blanket. Her flanks bore the marks of old scars, perhaps from the cruel spurs of some other master. Certainly her current travelling companion shows none of the inclination -- or motivation -- to spur his ride on to any particular feats of speed. Her defiantly slow plodding seemed to have more in common with the mode of a Kiang donkey than with the high-stepping gait of a Centoraurian war horse.

Which was strange, to say the least, considering that anyone who has ever seen a Centoraurian would be able to read the lines of that lineage in the face of the man leaning upon the pack horse.

He paused for a moment, coming within sight of the tavern. His companion stopped amicably beside him, seemingly glad for the rest.

"Smoke, what did I tell you?" he crowed triumphantly, slapping the creature on the flank. "I told you we were going in the right direction! If I'd known we were this close we might have made it here last night, and not have had to endure that crofter's awful snoring. And his abominable rotgut." The very memory of which was enough to make him shudder.

Smoke displayed her enthusiasm by lifting her tail and, with surprising daintiness, depositing another steaming heap of dung upon the track.

The man sighed. "I suppose that's all I can expect from you. Reticence and copious amounts of shite. Onward, then, and let's see what welcome this place will give to two thirsty travellers."

Smoke blinked intelligent eyes at her master, and fell into step behind him as he walked, straightening his back and adjusting the tilt of his hat to a more rakish angle. After all, first impressions were important.

"Hello, the inn!" he hailed.

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on May 27, 2006, 02:48:23 PM
"Ahh, i'm fine, just a few scratches and a few small bites. No problem, m'lord. However, *Yawn* I'm tired from that race. I think i can lay down for a while. What do you think? But, um, before that, I'm still hungry, um, and I am still, uh, you know...

Xun studdered, but Orril got the point that Xun was still broke and hungry. Still waiting for a response, Xun goes into the tavern, sits down, and looks at the menu. His mouth was watering at all the food passin by and all the food on the menu. However, since he was broke, he could not get anything. He waited for Orril to come back inside, and see if he accepted how Xun wanted more food. Getting a tad impatient, Xun walks back outside and asks Orril.

"Um, so can you, get me some food? I know that I'e been bothering you, m'lord, it's just that i haven't had much food, and I am really hungry. Please understand, I've had a horrible life, and I have no money, and, and, oh, I don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry."

Xun goes back into the tavern, goes to his room, and sits on the matress, sulking extremely sadly.

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on May 28, 2006, 04:15:23 AM
Returning the gorgeous elfess' smile, Drasil responded "Ay 'tis quite hot out today and I'm quite lucky it is seeing as that Eophorium made off with my shirt.  Wolves I can stand, but those filthy dark elves send my hand to my spear and my spear to thier heart!"  Flames danced behind the golden depths of his eyes as he talked about the slaying of the dark elf.  Lips twisted into a smile in his perverted glee, it took many moments for Drasil to realize that the elfess still awaited his order.

"I believe anything cold would be in order.  Now if you would exscuse me I have a bird to calm, a wolf to chase and a filthy elf to deal with."  Bowing his head in a parting gesture, the elf made his way to the door, staying amoung the shadows cast by the early morning sun.  When he reached the door, he stepped outside and was instantaneously blinded by the golden rays of morning.  After his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he scanned the area, looking for his shirt.

In the distance he could see the wolf and the owl with his shirt being chased by two elves, one the dark elf and the other the owner of the two pets.  Shaking his head in dismay, the elf began to trot down the path when something zoomed past his left ear.  Turning abruptly, the elf say Kari, a grey blur streaking through the sky, entering the chase for the shirt.  Pale lips pursed in anger, the elf once again remembered his anger towards the bird.  Standing in place with his arms crossed, the elf watched with glee as the bird worked herself into a fury as she tried to catch the fleeing animals.

The small bird hurled herself hedlong into the chase, fury easily distinguishable in her obsidian eyes.  It did not take long for her to reach the two animals playing with the shirt.  Cautiously avoiding the dark elf with disgust, the bird swooped down, seizing the shirt with her talons and began to furiously tug upward, trying to rip it out of the grip of the startled blonde-elf and away from the animals

Drasil Razorfang CD

Edited by: Drasil Razorfang at: 5/28/06 0:09


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on May 28, 2006, 04:27:23 AM
Phyth finished his breakfast and downed the last of the grapejuice. He stood up with a sigh of content and walked quietly out the tavern. The two elves were still outside. As he walked out of the tavern his keen eyes turned to a figure riding what appeared to be a packhorse. As the man rode up, Phyth continued to study him. He suspected the man was a Centoraurian.
Could it be? One of my kin? he thought, But on a horse such as that?

Phyth shrugged as he rode up, not really caring. He had met a few Centoraurians in his travels, but he obviously didn't know this man judging from his look. As he walked to the stables, the man said "Hello, the inn!" Staring at him, Phyth replied sarcastically.
"Somehow, I don't think it's going to answer." Reaching the stables, he walked inside and began grooming Iago.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield

Edited by: Phyth Glenfield  at: 5/27/06 22:45


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on May 28, 2006, 09:12:23 AM
*Suddenly a falcon entered in the chase and graved the shirt, Orril got confused to say the least... What was going on with the animals today??? What was to come next? Fizzle chasing Shadow? With all his strenghts he graved the shirt and pulled the falcon to him.*

Leave this now! Isn't mine so go up and pick another thing.

*Shadow and Storm got distance and sat watching the falcon fight with Orril. Finaly Storm helped and made the falcon fall to ground, there Orril could take the shirt again, and covering his hand with it picked the falcon and returned to the taver followed by Shadow and Storm, walking near the shirtless elf.*

Is this your?

*Said pointing both the shirt and the falcon.*

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on May 28, 2006, 09:17:23 AM
Furious at being manhandled, the bird pecked viciously at the hand of blonde elf who had taken her captive with the help of an animal whom he called Storm.  Anger welled up inside the bird as she attempted to flap her wings while scratching and biting.

Smiling with glee, Drasil watched the blonde elf take hold of Kari with the help of his familiar.  As the elf approached him however, Drasil became nervous, frightened by the thought of having to talk to this elf or the dark elf.  Raising his spear to bring it between him and the elf holding Kari captive, he drove the point towards the hand in which the elf was holding the bird and the shirt, attempting to cause him to drop both objects in pain.

Drasil Razorfang CD



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: AnaMirl Goodwill on May 28, 2006, 09:27:23 AM
AnaMirl walked absently towards her house, thinking at Lori and why she had obviously spent the last day within her room, when she heard a familiar voice calling her and turned around. It was Teri, who was hurrying towards her asking:

"You're up! Are you sure you're feeling well enough? You took a serious fall, only two days ago. I'm certain being abed too much can't be a lot better for you, but..."
Then she stopped and said simply: "It's good to have you back."

A smile  lit up in Anas face, making her much younger than her  years would suspect and she answered Teri warm-heartedly:
Oh, hello Teri, nice to see you! Dont worry, I will look after me. I felt quite well, when getting up this morning, but after some time the headache came back and I was not able to help Twen serving the breakfast. Im sorry for that, my feet were itching to go to the kitchen, but I felt suddenly kind of dizzy and so I just sat and watched the guests. I will lie down now for a while and Im sure, I will feel better afterwards. Lori was sleeping in my room when I left it and I wonder, why she has not shown up till now. She could help in the kitchen, if not even serving. But with these guests Im not sure, if I should allow her to go into the tavern. Though and now AnaMirl  laughs I dont know, if I should be more concerned  with her well-being or that of the guests, if my little brat is around. Remember what caused this fight with the killer who nearly killed her? She put hot spices in his beer and tricked him into drinking it in one gulp, that little brat!

Taking Teris arm slightly, she asked her:
Why dont you come with me? She surely likes to see you!  

Ana'Mirl Goodwill



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on May 28, 2006, 09:29:23 AM
*Feeling the pain in his hand Orril releases both things and say*

What's wrong? Do you feel fear to talk and prefer weapons do that? Or is just your way to say good morning? Come on, I'm not that mean. My name is Orril, wind mage of profesion. Who are you?  

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on May 28, 2006, 09:40:23 AM
Spearing the shirt, Drasil lowered his spear tip to the ground, allowing Kari to jump onto the spear.  The small bird, trying to gather what remained of her dignity, began to preen her feathers before flying away, leaving her master to confront the mage.

Drasil mortified by the mage's friendliness swung the butt of his spear at the elf's head before tearing off in the opposite direction, leaving only a cloud of dust for the mage to talk to.

Drasil Razorfang CD



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on May 28, 2006, 10:14:23 AM
*With some seconds of luck, Orril managed to evade the spear.* Huh... that guy is quiet weird. *sayd for himself, and entered the tavern, and sat again with Xun and Malavon.

Then, what would you want Xun?  

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on May 28, 2006, 09:16:23 AM
Malavon looked as his table companion left the table to go talk to another elf , and finishing his meal , Malavon get up and walked towards the elfess bartender , asking her :

Malavon - Pardon me , milady , i do hope you didn`t get the wrong impression about me moments ago , my name is Malavon , may i ask yours ?

With a honest smile Malavon awaited the elfess response, knowing that his apearence had change since she last saw him .

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 5/28/06 1:18


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on May 28, 2006, 09:27:23 AM
Xun raised his head and looked at Orril. He was almost hit by another elf, yet still did not leave the tavern. He had gotten attacked by a falcon, too. Yet he still did not leave. Xun had also figured he was pounced by a wolf, but he did not leave. So he said

"well, I might like a desert plate meal, but, it, it is fine. I'm not hungry. *Sighs loudly* well, you see, uh, I have not have a good life, but I think I can trust you, one of the only people I think I can trust, to tell you this. But, it is kind of long, would you like to hear my life? well, When I was young, my mother and I had a nice life. Except for my father that I have neer seen in my life. We were fairly rich, and had a great time in the forest. But, oh, my mother, she had a note, and, uh, well. *Xun lowers his head* Um, well here, I still have it, would you like to see it? Here you go, Orril.

Xun puts his hand into a pocket and pulls out a crinkled piece of paper. He rolls it out and shows it to Orril. it said

Dear Xun,
I hope this won't be too troubling, but I have to leave the forest. I have had some great times with you, and I bet you did, too. However, I have had more bad times and therefore I am going to end my life outside the forest. I will no longer bother you. Take my belongings and have a great life.


"See, as you can see, my mother went on a suicide. I still do not know why. But, it went downhill from there. After I went outside the forest to look for my mother, I saw her dead on the field. But the wounds were not from our weapons, so she was murdered. And, and, well, after that, I did not know how to shop well or anything, so I had wasted all of my money, that is why iIam poor. And, oh, i can't bare this. Can i stop?"

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.

Edited by: Xun Darkwoe at: 5/28/06 1:29


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on May 28, 2006, 10:40:23 AM
*Orril heard the history and sayd*

Huh... that's bad, my parents died when I was in school, so I didn't saw them, though I got part of their money, I needed to work for a long time in a shop, and now I have enough money to travel arround. Also, I have my magic, that can help me to make some "interesting" tricks, like vanishing miself or moving something at distance or many other things, sometimes people hire me for some special events and for some kind of jobs... The payment is quiet good, since mage aren't easily found.

Now don't feel bad, sure she is better now, at least she doesn't have to worri about things we do, like hurting ourselves or need to eat or many other things... My opinion about death is that you go to your element, elves go to the wind, dwarves to the earth, humans to the water and orcs to the fire and in this posicion, you control it as no mage can do... but of course is only my theory.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Aueniteri on May 28, 2006, 03:01:23 PM
'Teri willingly took Ana's arm, and giggled a little at the memory of the half-elf and Lori's little "interview." She herself would never have thought of such an ingenious way of putting the man in his place, but it had turned quickly to the worst - and the first fire. She blamed it more on the half-elf than the hunter, although it had been the hunter's ferret that had done the damage.

"And I think I should enjoy seeing her. Honestly, Ana, I don't understand how you can do it. I tried only to help a little around the tavern for these past two days, and I feel nearly broken. Each morning has been a fresh start, though; it has its good points."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injr hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

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Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on May 28, 2006, 04:35:23 PM
As Smoke and her master approached the tavern, a small figure in drab clothes peered out from the structure that by the smell of it had to be the stables. The man led Smoke there, whistling tunelessly through his teeth. He found himself in inexplicably good spirits; even the hangover from last night's rotgut did not impede his anticipation of tasting the Thirsty Herald's famous brew.

"Good day to you, stranger," the stablehand said, tugging his forelock. He spoke with the rounded vowels of the country folk hereabouts, a quaint accent that the man had, over time, acquired himself.

"And to you, my good... person," he said expansively, although he had to squint a little harder to discern the stick-thin figure's gender under the grime of honest labour and clothes several sizes too large. Having decided that the stablehand was, indeed, a boy, he handed him the reins. "Be so good as to stable my noble steed and give her a repast worthy of her fine breeding."

An awkward few moments passed, in which the stablehand held the reins and peered expectantly over the man's shoulder, as if trying to see if there were some other noble steed the traveller could be referring to.

Smoke whickered into the silence. Her master cleared his throat.

The stablehand jumped. "Oh, sorry sir, I was just checking to see if... if..."

"Yes?" the man prompted. Something about the set of his eyes in the shade of his hat-brim told the stablehand that perhaps disparaging his 'noble steed' would not be a very good thing to do. Certainly, for all that he looked no more threatening than any other wandering vagabond, the leather-wrapped hilt of the rapier at his side showed the marks of hard use.

"Nothing, sir," the stablehand said resignedly. He tugged on the bridle. "Come on, then."

"I'll be grateful if you could help me get her harness off and take my belongings to my room," the wanderer added.

"No problem, sir."

Another few awkward moments passed.

The traveller sighed and scrounged in his pockets, eventually coming up with a single worn san, which he flipped to the boy, who plucked it from the air with a practised gesture. "And there'll be a su for you if you can see the baggage to my rooms without lightening them unduly. There are rooms for let, aren't there?"

"Oh, always, sir," the boy said, a great deal more cheerful at the mention of money. "Just go in and ask for Mistress Ana, sir, and she'll set you up in a trice." The boy paused for a moment. "Sir, may I have your name? Just so I know to say whose... er, noble steed this is, iffen they ask."

The man paused on his way to the main door, having taken off his hat to fan himself with it, shaking out the sweat-drenched hair he'd bunched under it. A longer pause, the boy noted, than someone completely honest would require to introduce themselves.

"Torscha," the traveller said finally, with just the barest nip of white showing as he smiled over his shoulder. "Call me Torscha."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on May 29, 2006, 12:08:23 AM
*Thorgas poured himself another mug of beer and drank it all in one gulp. After accepting the money Gamaliel gave him, he laid the mug on the table, wiped his mouth, and said:*
Aah... That's right. You're 20 years older than me after all. About Buri, yes we're getting along fine, and he's larger than me, too. Speaking of the mine, where will we dig it? Probably Mithral Mountains, as that pile of rock is full of ores and gems just waiting to be mined. We'll tunnel out a living room, a mess hall, 2 sleeping quarters, 2 washrooms, a forge and a study room. We'll also dig a tunnel that goes to the veins of exposed ores and gems, and another one for ventilation. Might take a very long time, but in the end it will be worth it. When will we leave for the mountain?
*Thorgas' eyes twinkled as he mentioned the plans for their new home. He poured himself another mug of beer and drank it. After a long draught he surveyed the room and it's occupants. What caught his attention is the elf with scars running rampant across his body.. He turned to his brother and tells him in a soft voice, so only they can hear it:*
We should be on our guard all the time. That elf is a Son of the Eophyrhim; the shunned elves, the dark ones; outcast amongst the elves. He should not be allowed in here! They are known far and wide for their poison-making ability; Not that we fear their poisons, but I pity those who will be the victims of their craft. Let's go to my room after our meal; we have much to talk about. Just eat your food and leave the pitcher and it's contents to me.
*Thorgas smiled and winked at his brother and continued eating his meal. Enjoying every bite, he hummed a little tune, with occasional glares at the elf should he come close enough to the brothers.*

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on May 29, 2006, 12:27:23 AM
Drasil burst into the tavern panting after having escaped from the conversational elf.  Behind him Kari fluttered in easily, making lazy arcs across the span of the ceiling as she waited to see what her master would do next.  A rare star of excitement was shining in her dark black beads, a sign of the glee she was feeling at her master's predicament.

Looking at the shirt in disgust, the elf snarled audibly as he thought of how the filthy dark elf had touched his clothing.  Using a stick, he removed it from his spear, being careful not to touch it.  "Now, just to find some way to get rid of it forever."

The elf scanned the room, looking for Twen or another patron to see if they would burn it in the kitchen, however in his search, his eyes came to rest upon two dwarves sitting at a table in deep conversation.  Gesturing to the younger dwarf, Drasil whispered to Kari who was now flying lazily around his head, "I believe that is the dwarf who used the fire magic yesterday.  He should be able to help me clean up after your mess."

Mustering up his courage, the elf strode across the room to the two dwarves, his insecurity etched in his eyes and across his face.  As he approached, he managed to pick up fragments of their conversation as it shifted from talk of mining to the dark elf.  Now interested, Drasil froze in place, eavesdropping on thier appealing conversation.  His listening was cut short however by Kari as she swiftly pecked him upon the cheek, reopening the wound she had given him this morning.  Glaring at the bird once more, the elf walked the last few steps to the table the dwarves were seated at.

Tapping the fire mage on the shoulder, he gave an apolgetic look to the other.  Despite the fact that he towered over the dwarf, the embarrassed elf looked at the floor, shifting nervously as he asked, "I saw you little demonstration with your magic last night and I was wondering if you could burn this for me," he said, holding out the stick with the shirt on it.

Drasil Razorfang CD



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on May 29, 2006, 12:09:23 AM
*Thorgas gave a little jump and accidentally spat the beer in his mouth, due to the surprise tapping on his shoulder while he is concetrated with glaring at the dark elf and not minding the other people in the inn. He glared for a while at the elf, and after telling him what he wants, he gave a smile that is barely shown under the mass of brown hair. Wiping his mouth with his hand, he stood up and tried to whisper to the elf, but he realizes that the elf is too damn tall, so he just motioned to the elf to come closer:*
Eh? You want me to burn that up? The barmaid here doesn't want to see any magic inside the room. However, she did not mention anything about using magic outside. Let's go out.
*With a chuckle and a wink, Thorgas stood up, and turning to his brother, he said:*
Excuse me for a moment, brother. I'll be back shortly.
*He looked back at the shirtless elf, saying:*
You might want to put a cloak over those chiseled muscles of yours. It's pretty chilly this morning, and you do not want to catch a cold. Any reason why you want to burn a dirty shirt? You could just wash it and hang it up to dry instead of burning it, but then again it's your shirt and you can do whatever you want with it.
*Thorgas went out to gather dried twigs and leaves to use as fuel for the fire. After gathering a medium sized stack, he reached for one of his pouches, rubbed sulphur in his hands and sprinkled a little amount on the pile of leaves. After doing this he motioned for the elf to follow and put his shirt on the pile, while holding Torosar, his shining jewelled staff, with his hands.*

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 5/29/06 11:49


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on May 29, 2006, 03:08:23 PM
Having done his duty as far as taking care of Smoke was concerned, Torscha gratefully pushed open the door and entered the cooler interior, blinking instinctively against the sudden darkness and the inevitable smoke from cooking-fires and hearth-fires and pipes. To his surprise, he found the taproom almost empty, save for someone staffing the long bar.

She was female, and attractive. His eyes lit up quite involuntarily; a spectator, had there been any, might have noticed the change in his posture.

He approached the bar and doffed his hat, quite unruffled by the sounds of a fracas from the exterior. "A very good morning to you, sweet lady. What might you have for a thirsty traveller who has braved hard roads and intransigent mounts to throw himself upon the mercy of your hospitality?"

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on May 30, 2006, 12:01:23 PM
Mithral Mountains will be great! We'll be as close as we can with our tribe.
Squeak.
*Gamaliel emptied his mug and proceeded to fill it for the third time. At the sound of his brother's plans for their new home, he smiled warmly, a smile that is rarely shown in the face of the dwarf.*
Haha! Slow down, Thorgas! you might choke over that delicious platter of yours. Yes, yes, we will build all those things, but first we should find a perfect place first to situate our mines.
*Gamaliel was enjoying his breakfast when his brother suddenly whispered to him about the hated dark elves, and particularly one who is with them in the tavern. Nodding to Thorgas, he said:*
Poison, Bah! Should he try to come near us, I'll hack him apart with my axe! I'll ---
*He stopped in the middle of the conversation when a shirtless elf tapped his brother's shoulder. He looked at the intruder angrily, but saw his brother treat him with kindness, as he always does to all creatures. He shrugged as Thorgas mentioned about helping the elf burn his shirt, and was left alone on the table, drinking and eating.*
Do it quickly, brother. We have much to talk about.
*He turned to the elf and manage to remove his glaring look. Managing a smile, very much like Thorgas, he said:*
Excuse me, friend. My brother is very kind to people he doesn't know. Please be on your guard as that dark elf whom we are talking about looks highly suspicious, and return here at once if your business is complete.
*He smiled again, showing a fine set of teeth and a jocular wink, which is again very much like his brother's, before returning to his food.*

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin

Edited by: Gamaliel Ironforge at: 5/30/06 4:02


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on May 30, 2006, 12:11:23 PM
Smiling brightly as she passed Gamaliel, his kind words of the fortitude of the drink and food a refreshing thought amongst the early morning bustle. She held up an unfilled flagon in an artificial toast to the dwarf as she made her way once more to stand behind the bar. A tiny hand slipped a bottle of reddish pink wine from beneath the tabletop and hastily filled, to the rim, a slender goblet. A look of glee could be seen dancing in the opaque surface of the ancient elf's eyes as she stared into the liquid for a few moments. Only she knew what it was a mixture of and it was not a common liquor in these parts, that was without question.

Having taken but the tiniest sip from it, she was approached by the man she had nearly run over earlier, Malavon. The elfs tiny nose cringing a bit at the fiery taste that played over her taste buds as he came near. She then lifted the wine glass just below bosom level and nodded nonchalantly to him as he stated his name. Tis a pleasure to met yee Sir. Hand holding the goblet poised out to one side as she curtseyed towards him. My name is Twen . Twen Araerwen. A radiant gleam spreading casually over her delicate elven features. No need for apologies Sir, yee are not the first patron I have met in the wee hours of the morning that was a bit haggard after some late hours.

Taking note of the human making his way towards the bar she excused herself from the conversation with Malavon. Hiding her wine glass beneath the countertop and was already running a clean clothe about the interior of a flagon as the man addressed her from behind.

Mischievously she peered over a petite shoulder at the man, a balmy smile upon her supple lips as she spoke softly to him. That would depend on what it is yee seek MLord, we keep a good store of refreshments. Name your liking and I would be chasing it down for yee. Turning nimbly upon sandaled feet, she placed the flagon down in front of him, the soft patter of a sandaled foot upon the wooden floor a sign of her anxiety to those that may notice. Humans often made her uneasy and this fatigued traveler, Torscha, seemed to be doing more so than most.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)

Edited by: Twen  Araerwen  at: 5/30/06 4:27


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on May 30, 2006, 01:51:23 PM
Phyth finished brushing Iago, getting all the dirt and burrs out of her glossy coat. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a lump of sugar and held it out to her.
 "Here," he said, "You deserve it."
 
She grabbed it and began to eat it eagerly. Phyth ran his hand down her nose, then bent over to clean the dirt out of her hooves. Phyth pulled a leg up and began cleaning the hoof when Iago nudged him in the back, causing him to fall over. He stood up and shook the dirt and straw off of him, then glared at her. Somehow, he thought she managed to look innocent and smug at the same time.
 "All right," he said, reaching over to pat her, "still to early? Fine, I'll come back later."
 Shaking his head, Phyth walked out of the bar and headed to the tavern, imagining Iago grinning at him.

 Phyth entered the tavern rubbing his eyes. He quietly surveyed the room while walking to the bar. Only one of the dwarfs, the elf, and two other humans were in the room. Taking a seat, he yawned and turned to the elfess at the bar.
 "I'll have a Ximaxian Rainbow," he said.

 
 

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on May 30, 2006, 01:00:23 PM
Xun stops talking to Orril and goes to the bar to order something. looking at the menu, trying to decide what he wanted, he remembered he was poor, and couldn't afford anything. He goes to Orril and asks while suggesting

"Hey, Orril, as a friend, I am not trying to be a burden, but can you gie me some money for food? one thing I think would be easier though would be to just give me the money, and I will order everything, decide what i want, but stay to the range of what you give me. so, uh, can you do that?"

Waiting for a reply, Xun goes upstairs into his room and puts the letter Xun had shown Orril back. He then goes back downstairs and glares at the shirtless elf who had been so cruel to him, just because he was a dark elf. he goes back to Orril, sits down, and waits patiently for a reply, occasionaly looking at the shirtless elf, just in case.

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.

Edited by: Xun Darkwoe at: 5/30/06 5:34


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on May 30, 2006, 01:53:23 PM
Torscha's smile, the familiar, easy grin he wore as a matter of habit, widened into something like sincere appreciation as he was given the chance to admire the slender elfess at closer quarters.

"My liking? Dear lady, perhaps I came in through the door with some thoughts of a draught of dark ale and some bread with which to break my fast, but confronted by you now I must confess to have quite forgotten about such paltry things as hunger." He swept his hat before him as he bowed, hoping that the sinews that twinged in his legs from all that walking did not make his gesture overly stiff.

"I am Torscha, traveller and archivist, collector of stories and teller of tales; I would very much like to hear yours, lady. It is said that beauty is one of Ava's most prized traits; surely, then, you are blessed and beloved of her."

Straightening, he noticed to a dismay he quickly hides behind his ready grin that the tap-room was not quite as empty as he had surmised, and added, "But some food and drink will do for now; I see you are rather busy at the moment. But a word with you later, if  I may? That alone would have made my long journey here more than worthwhile." He leaned his elbows on the polished wood of the bar counter, then straightened, abruptly and uncharacteristically self-conscious, especially about the tangles in his hair and the scuff-marks his sleeves left on the otherwise pristine wood.

"I must be interfering with your work," he said after a moment. "I'll rest these weary legs of mine, then, and look forward with great relish to having words with you again."

What's the matter? So she's an elf; you've seen a few before. She's beautiful. Uncommonly so. Still, you're no bumpkin to wet his chin with drool at a pretty face.

It must be the journey. I'm tired, and overdue for a warm, soft bed. And some company in it would not go amiss, either.
He shook himself. For shame. They say elves can read your thoughts; I better hope she's not reading mine.

I need a drink.

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.

Edited by: Torscha at: 5/30/06 6:06


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on May 30, 2006, 07:37:23 PM
His eyes flickered for a brief moment with irony ,  Malavon saw as the elfess Twen excused herself and went to the bar ,  he  though:

She is a mage alright . And a powerfull one no less .
Did she recognize my reputation ?
No matter , let me join that young man by the bar , to see if he will join me in a drink .


Malavon walked and heard as the man introduced himself to he elfess as Torscha.
Malavon asked the man :

Malavon - Excuse me friend , do you mind if seat here ?
It is a terrible thing to drink alone .

Waiting for the mans response he turned to elfess bartender and asked :

Malavon - Twen , will you be so kind to give the same  this gentlemen here is drinking ?



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on May 30, 2006, 07:04:23 PM
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Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.

Edited by: Torscha at: 5/30/06 11:09


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on May 30, 2006, 08:07:23 PM
Torscha gave the newcomer his second-best smile; it had worked before on many occasions, but didn't seem to be doing much for him. Oh, well; it wasn't primed for use on men, anyway.

He made an expansive gesture with one hand. "Of course, my good man; I would be glad of your company while we both wait for the sweet lady's favours."

The way he watches her is... interesting. It's not fear, and it's not attraction, that's for sure. It's almost... predatory.

"Although you might want to reconsider both your choice of seat and your order. I have little money, it's true, and hence what fare I might order here would certainly not be to your taste. And I am just come in from the road.

"For your own sake, kindly do not come too close. You might find me... disagreeable."


His smile widened into an amiable grin, and he laid his walking staff against the table within easy reach. "No offence meant, you understand, but I am not the most savoury of characters you'll come across."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on May 30, 2006, 08:36:23 PM
It has to be the hot sand at the beginning of the day; Kaelan was beginning to think the day would be wretched, stiff and stifling like the last, and his water nearly run dry. Still, he hadn't imagined a little breeze would make things worse, at least, not to the extent they did. But then, he was a man of the north, and it is common for a man from Milkengrad to underestimate the destructive power of a little wind in the desert.

He could have swore his face and the top of his head had been shorn free of skin by the tiny abrasive pieces as they had whipped across him all morning. He was amazed they hadn't re-opened any of his recent wounds, but that might have been due to the fact that the sand was too busy filling them all in. These factors and more made the Thirsty Herald a welcome sight.

He stopped for just a moment at the well, spotting the innkeeper woman and a young elven lass whom he was certain he'd seen here last heading toward a building not too far off. He sat on the edge of the well, removed his cloak, his bastard sword, his longsword and his crossbow, laying them on the ground beside him, and washed his hair and his face, pressing his hair back with his left hand. Then, he drank a little of the strange-tasting yet refreshing water.

He fastened his weapons once again, draped his cloak loosely over his shoulders, and strode with renewed energy toward the tavern, stopping for a moment just inside. He hadn't expected this.

The place wasn't crowded, but definitely full. More elves than he'd ever seen before; a few dwarves, and a man or two, or three, at least one of whom looked to have a fair piece of decency about him; a haggard rogue or a bard, and finally some kind of dark sword-swinger. The purposeless kind who have more flashing steel in their record than dried blood.

Kaelan drew his hood over his head and resumed walking, targeting a corner on the north-west side of the common room. A little out in the open, but unoccupied. Here he sat, and again relieved himself of his crossbow, setting it at his feet, with one foot on the catch so his weight could easily be shifted onto it should it try to go anywhere he didn't bid it. Seated, he glanced around a bit before drawing his focus out of the crowd and into the table before him, losing track of what was going on around him almost completely as he withdrew himself.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on May 30, 2006, 07:45:23 PM
Malavon as a imperceptve gleam of anger past though his eyes , smilled showing his white teeth in a grin , but as anyone that knew well him could tell Torscha that Malavon smile was not friendly at all , but a sign of eminent danger ..

Looking Torscha moving his Walking Staff to be near him , Malavon rested his hand in Zaroc and answered Torscha :

Malavon - It matters not friend , i have enough money for the two of us , ask Twen what you want and i will glady pay .

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 5/30/06 14:06


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on May 31, 2006, 01:06:23 AM
Torscha noted his unanticipated companion's hand straying towards his weapon, and noted the tightness of his smile, and allowed his own grin to grow warmer. "Ah, well, a man after my own heart. You have coin, you say, and would not begrudge some of it to feeding a poor traveller? I see I have misjudged you; truly you must be the epitome of charity and virtue."

He swept the table before him clear with a magnanimous sweep of his arm, and took care to place his hands before him on the wood, palms open and unthreatening. Gods only know what kind of people shelter under these eaves... considering all the other possibilities, someone who's edgy around elves and a little too quick to his weapons isn't that bad a drinking companion.

The traveller reached across the table, his hand open and welcoming. "My name is Torscha. I am a traveller, and jack-of-all-trades. Perhaps there is some way of which I may be of service? Sharpening a blade, patching some clothes, fixing a harness?" He gave the man a sidelong glance; the well-worn weapons and the obvious familiarity he had with them spoke to the traveller of someone who had had no shortage of close encounters in his time. "Or perhaps you have some tale to tell? For I collect stories, in my fashion, and spread them, if that is what you wish. Is there aught you wish to hear, or would speak of? You will find me the very soul of discretion... for the right price."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.

Edited by: Torscha at: 5/30/06 17:07


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on May 31, 2006, 01:07:23 AM
Orril had a thought time, thinking about Xun hungry he decided that he could give him some money, enough to satiate his hungry... and luckily his animals too.

"Ok, I'll give you 50 sans for ya, and 20 to buy something for Shadow and Storm, I'll be waiting here."

Orril noted the glares that Xun gave to the shirtless elf and said

"Don't worry Xun, he'll pay for what he did, is just matter of time. After all the Gods never forget."

With this thought in his mind, Orril gave Xun the 70 sans.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.

Edited by: so orril miesefer  at: 5/31/06 0:12


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on May 31, 2006, 06:36:23 AM
Putting on a forced half-smile at the other dwarf, Drasil responded "Aye, sir.  His presance sullies the air."  Turning his back on the other dwarf, the elf began to step away the table, letting the mage lead the way out the door.

Following the dwarf out the door with the "contaminated shirt" help out an arms length in front of him on a stick, the elf began to explain his predicament to the fire mage.

"Well you see somehow this shirt managed to land in the hands of that filthy dark elf and I figured that since I can barely even come near the shirt with out getting naseous, it would be best to just make it...disappear."

With this, the elf threw the shirt onto the pile, relief flooding over his pale features as the disgusting garment dropped into the pyre.  His golden eyes glinting in anticipation of the leaping flames that would lead to the destruction of the shirt.

"Now if only we could do this to the source..."

Drasil Razorfang CD



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on May 31, 2006, 06:15:23 AM
Malavon smile became more friendly as he heard the kind words of Torscha.
Well , this is a suprise . Dispite of his smile and seemingly humility, it is evident that he is no ordinary man .
And his eyes show an inteligence that i have not see in a long time , he has read through me as a open book .
Thats good , finally i have found someone that not fear me
.

Taking his place beside the man , Malavon answered the man :

Malavon - Well met Torscha , I am Malavon , although some call me Malevolant the Wizards Bane .
And the reason i am here in the end of the earth ?

Well lets just say that some people have some problems with my reputation , forcing me to be forever in the road , being this only another point in my journey .

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 5/30/06 22:16


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on May 31, 2006, 10:57:23 AM
"Oh, thank you so much, So Orril. I will gladly buy something for your animals, though, what do you think they like? You can't just gie animals any type of food. That's unhealthy for them! but you can think of what to give them. I'm starved. I wonder what is on the menu. Hmm, I've never had this kind of money, except 40 years ago, well, human years. We age differently, Aye friend?"

Xun goes to the menu, and starts staring hungrily. He forgets about the money and "remembers" that he had none. Going back to Orril, he remebers that he had already given him money, so he goes back. He looks at the menu some more and decides to get an alberan loaf and a desert plate meal. He goes to the bartender, an elfess named Twen, and asks her

"Can I have an alberan loaf and a desert plate meal, aye Twen? Take your time, I am patient enough. You look dearly so beautiful."

Xun goes back to Orril and says to him

"Have you made up your mind? well, should've wait longer, aye? well, i have just ordered an alberan loaf and a desert plate meal. I think that will fill my stomach for a while, aye?"

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on May 31, 2006, 12:04:23 PM
With a smile in his face, Orril answers

"Just be sure you don't end sick... eat slowly and enjoy it. For my animals... meat, bones almost anything can be eaten, just spicy is a problem. Just ask Twen if she has some leftovers of the plate she will make you."

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on May 31, 2006, 11:17:23 AM
Nodding casually to Phyth as he requested a Ximaxian Rainbow, the elf set about making the man his drink. Pointy ears careened to listen at the haggard voyager, Tor, as he began to speak of what brought him to this wayward place. Setting the flagon with the Ximaxian Rainbow in it upon the countertop, she slid it slowly down the bar, a deep look of anticipation flickering over the young elfs eyes as the drink stopped perfectly in front of Phyth. A tiny clenched fist gave a salute of victory, passing the human a glee filled grin. I still have my touch, I do. Unclenching her delicate hand and lifting it to remove golden tresses from grey eyes before addressing Phyth once again. That would be 4 san MLord. She motioned with a free hand for him to place it upon the counter before looking once more to Tor.

The mans words of Ava and beauty caused the elf to twist sheepishly away from him, a feeble endeavor to hide the shades of cherry washing over supple cheeks. Frail digits rose to envelop the spreading grin upon supple lips, though the evident gleam of mirth was effortlessly read upon the opaque surface of ancient eyes. Aye Sir, yee have the tongue of a Bard yee do. The words melodic yet somewhat muffled behind the elf lasses hand. More than one bewildered thought raced through the mages mind the most predominant was, she more often than not inspired loathing not love. Yet she was not foolish enough to think such a noble effort was all the man had placed in his repertoire of words. But they had inspired Twen to investigate the man a bit further if the trials of the day permitted. Ill be getting yee a bite to eat MLord but I would have a few favors to ask, if yee wouldnt mind. But we can discuss those upon my return.

Grasping the flagon she had placed in front of Tor she walked to the tap and filled the container to its rim slowly.  The elf made sure to keep her workings veiled from the others in the bar, yet her eyes had closed lightly and to those that could have seen she mouthed a few words. Twen knew she had been successful as the flagon cooled considerably in her tiny hand, though the practiced mage made sure to not make things exceedingly obvious. The cool mug of Tuborger Brown then set down before him Twen spoke softly yet again to the wanderer. Ill be getting yee a loaf of bread Sir, just be giving me a moment.  

The mage wandered off towards the kitchen, grasping up the few sans Phyth had lain upon the bar. Returning in but a few moments with a fresh baked loaf of bread, luckily the cook had just finished. The mage set the baking board down just to the right of Tor before placing a sharp knife to slice it with. If yee would bless us with a few of your tales this evening I would be more than pleased to feed yee for free MLord. A good ballad might lighten the air in this place after a long days work. An elbow placed upon the counter as a miniscule chin rested daintly in the palm of delicate fingers.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)

Edited by: Twen  Araerwen  at: 5/31/06 9:09


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on May 31, 2006, 12:28:23 PM
Torscha nodded. "Well, friend Malovant, you would not be the first person cruelly cast from his place due to his reputation. I've had some experience fleeing from my past as well, although no doubt your story would be the more colourful. Wizard's Bane, you say? Any particular reason for that moniker?"

A hint of elusive fragrance was the only clue he'd had to the elfmaid's return; she'd come up upon them soundlessly, such that even his ears, trained by years of spying and eavesdropping, had not caught her light step. He found himself chuckling as she spoke, and used the gesture of raising the tankard to his lips to hide his spreading flush. "You are too kind, sweet lady; certainly, I have not the true schooling that makes a bard. Only my wits and a tongue that is, I fear, sometimes too fast to speak my mind for my own good. It is not by art or artifice that I speak such things, but only how I feel.

"And as for songs... Your people's love of music is well known, although I fear my own crude talent would scarce approach what you must be used to. Still, if it is your wish, I will venture to try my hand, and trust that Ava's grace will inspire me."
He caught her hand as she straightened from cutting the loaf, adroitly slipping the knife from it and raising it to his lips. "Surely by granting me this vision of beauty she has already shown me great favour; I could ask for nothing more."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on May 31, 2006, 12:53:23 PM
Cherri opens her eyes and sleeply stretches out her muscles.  A good night's sleep was just what she needed.  Cherri quickly washed the night from her skin and donned her green gown.  She had only been here two or was it three days, but it seemed like months.  Cherri tied on her many pouches and checked her dagger.  Once ready she made her way to the washroom where she bathed and washed out her extra dress.  It would dry quickly as the day grew warmer.  Cherri rebraided the small braids that were placed throughout her moonlight colored hair and deposited her things in her room.  She grabbed her staff and carefully locked her door before she made her way downstairs.  As she descended the steps she noticed that there were quite a few new faces that she had not noticed the night before.

As Cherri took note of the variances in races and people she only shook her head in fascination.  She had done nothing but study for so long that she wondered if all of Satharia was as diverse as this tavern.  

Cherri sat down at the bar as she had the night before and with her green eyes illuminated as if lit by some eternal inner fire, Cherri waved for service.  

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Yarg Anklebiter on May 31, 2006, 12:55:23 PM
Yarg, his perpetual smile beaming through his lengthening bangs, bounced down the road. He had only a short time in Strata before deciding that the people there were just a tad on the grumpy side. One charred magistrate and suddenly the entire town is up in arms. It WAS just a harmless joke afterall. Oh well, some people are just irritable.

Spotting the lonely Tavern in the distance. Yarg's psuedo-frolick quickened in pace, the happy hobbit eager to meet some new people.

Passing by a few people doing something odd with a shirt, Yarg enters the tavern, its door opened widely in a very friendly way. Walking straight towards the Bartenderess, Yarg smiles widely at anyone he happens to pass before ordering a Ximaxian rainbow and looking around the room for someone to have a bit of fun with.

Whenever I see a Fire, I try to put it out. 'Cept unlike the usual methods, I use OIL!!

- Yarg



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on May 31, 2006, 01:02:23 PM
While he waited for Xun, Orril saw at the bar... It seemed that the new comer was quiet good speaking to Twen because she had that weird look woman's have when... Nah, couldn't be, an elfess of such beauty wouldn't fall to that... or would she? This punched Orill's curiosity and though to himself

If this newcomer can charm the elfess and drink at the same time I'll jump from the window luckily I know Wind Walking... huh, I wonder why I can't feel that... why I can't feel love for anyone, only friendship or desire, but never love...

In this thoughts the smile of Orril face vanished and leaved for a deep sad sigh

Still remember that girl, she was the best friend I ever had... why I didn't? huh... Maybe some day our paths cross again.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on May 31, 2006, 01:20:23 PM
Phyth watched as the elfess expertly poured out his Ximaxian Rainbow into a flagon. They had been his favorite drink since he first tried one in the Centoraurian army, and ever since then it's his drink of choice.

The elfess slid the flagon over the bar until it stopped right in front of him. In reply to her look of victory he left four sans on the bar. He took a sip of his drink, watching the man with the dirty horse sweet talk the bartender. Apperently she thought he was a bard, but Phyth doubted the man was a bard. And he hardly trusted him, even if the man reminded him of his own kind. At least, he didn't trust the man more than he did anyone.

Finally convinced the Ximaxian Rainbow was the real thing, Phyth took a full drink of it, sighing inwardly. He turned in his seat to see a elf and a beaming hobbit sit at the bar. I wonder if the bar is usually this crowded? he thought to himself. Turning around in his seat, he looked in the direction of the stables. Finally confident that all was well, he turned around and started to relax.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on May 31, 2006, 02:24:23 PM
"Aye, Twen. Take your time. I'll be ready if you need me, I will. It is dearly fine if you don't serve me in a few. I am patient enough. You can see that, aye? Well, I have a thing to ask you, my dear lady. My friend, with the wolf and the owl, well, his pets need somethin' ta eat. I was kind of wondering if you might be able to, I don't know, maybe give them any scraps or leftovers? It would be so kind to such elf. He has given so much to me, and I want to give him something back. Could you please do that, my dear Twen?"

Xun goes back to Orril and sits down with him and tells him all he had said, and that he had gotten something for his animals. He then goes back to the bar, and glances at the cruel shirtless elf, who was glaring at him. Xun pretends to ignore this and goes to Twen.

"Aye Twen. I have one more request for yee. Do you think that you could also get me a Ximaxian rainbow?"

Xun walks back to Orril and whispers something to himself as he sits down.

"Oh I would request much more then that if you would let me, my dear beautiful.'

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.

Edited by: Xun Darkwoe at: 5/31/06 6:29


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on May 31, 2006, 04:38:23 PM
Releasing the lady, perhaps a little more self-consciously than any who knew him might have expected, Torscha took advantage of a lull in the conversation to look about him. The taproom seemed to be filling up, which was good. Hopefully some of them will be staying for longer than the time it takes to get drunk, he thought. That way, I'll at least have an audience for later.

He noticed someone at the bar, with the dark hair and eyes of his own people, giving him a peculiarly hard look. Torscha deliberately raised his tankard in an ironic toast to the man; city-born Torscha was used to not being too well-liked by other Centoraurians, and this one, grizzled out of proportion to his age, looked to have been one of those zealots who rode in defense of the grasslands. Certainly a traditionalist would not have approved of his state of peculiar disrepute, wandering aimlessly and living by his wits.

I didn't choose this life, Torscha told himself, as he often did in moments when he got maudlin. But I'll make the most of it, and take what it offers. He smiled at the elven bartender. And I must admit, it sometimes has its perks.

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on May 31, 2006, 08:40:23 PM
Malavon could not stop an ironic smile , as he heard Torscha talking with Twen .

It is really amazing ! Twen would not give me  a second look , but with this man ... she is really falling in his sweet talk .

I had met several mans like him in my life , with a smooth talk, impecable manners , mans that pretend to be bards , not being nothing less that a deceiver  but one thing i am sure , he does know his way around .


Waiting for Torscha to finish talking with Twen , Malavon looked around in the bar seeing that new faces had arrived .

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 5/31/06 14:24


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on May 31, 2006, 09:46:23 PM
Thorgas held his staff above the pile of dried leaves and twigs while muttering a magical formula. He closed his eyes, focused on getting the pile ignited. After a few seconds, he opened them and touched the kindling with the crystal end of his staff, causing a flame to dance merrily on the pile and on the shirt. He turned to the elf and said:
There you go, elf. About the source, you say? then you'll need another staff and another mage to do that. I don't want any of my belongings being touched by a dark elf. Now if you don't mind please put out the fire after your shirt is disposed of. I have a meal and a conversation waiting for me inside.
Nodding his head to the elf, the dwarf turned around without waiting for a reply and joined his brother in their unfinished business. However, when he got to the table he found the pitcher nearly empty, beside it a happy looking dwarf. He patted the back of his brother and said in a very playful tone:
My apologies for the delay, brother, somebody wants their trash disposed of, and has asked my help in doing it. I see that you had spent your sweet time finishing off the beer. Why don't you train some more and leave the pitcher and it's contents to me? All that stuff made me thirsty, and you didn't think about sparing some for me.
Thorgas laughed loudly and jokingly pulled Gamaliel's beard, and carried the pitcher to the bar. Turning to the barmaid, he said:
Excuse me, good woman, Would you be so kind as to refill this pitcher for us dwarves? The day is hot, and we are very much thirsty. Don't worry about carrying it to our table, I'll carry it myself, seeing as you have so many things to do.
Thorgas stood there and gave a smile to the lady, while waiting for the pitcher to be filled and their bill to be settled.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 5/31/06 13:52


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 01, 2006, 01:19:23 AM
Xun sits down with Orril and looks around. Yet again he sees the shirtless elf. Then he sees a dwarf coming into the tavern. It was the same dwarf he had seen earlier! Well, that was no matter.  He probably wouldn't like such elf as me anyways. Thought Xun. Xun goes to Shadow and pets him on te head. Shadow, who had known him more now, took it without any precaution.

"Wow. I wish people acted a bit more like animals. They will accept no matter who you are, or what you are. It is really nice *scratches Shadow's chin* I can't believe how much more selfish humans are, Aye Orril? Yee are not like them, though. You don't care who I am. You like me anyways. Wow, I never thought I would meet anybody like this. I thought I would starving the streets because of no food. But then you came up, and then you gave meall this money, and, and. Oh I can never repay yee."

Xun goes on talking to the elf and finally stops. He gets up, and goes to a falcon. Seeing Storm only once, Xun thought this was Storm. When he goes t pet th falcon, it bites him, hard! Xun, with quick reflexes, like all humans or humanoids, immediatly puled his finger. But the falcon kept on holding on. Xun tried not to screeam OW! in pain. That would cause everybody to be startled. He managed to get the words

"Orril, could you please help me a bit?"

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 01, 2006, 02:13:23 AM
Wiping the countertop clean with a damp clothe just as the stumpy approached. Grey eyes lifting with a beam of merriment shimmering within their depths, placing both hands firmly down upon the surface as the dwarf addressed her. Aye Sir, Ill be getting yee a bit more if that is what yee want. But I am wondering if yee would like to order a pillow when dinner is up? The question surely a jest and hinted at quite evidently in the raised corners of supple lips. She lifts the near empty pitcher, the pungent odor of warm beer rousing the taste of bile upon the young maidens palette. By the twelve I shall never know how these men drink such foul concoctions. Turborger Brown according to most, one of the finest brews of its type, was still near enough to sicken the elf with the mere stench of it. The maid thought it very reminiscent of the mingled aroma of sweat and tatty saddle leather, quite the disconcerting blend.

A frothy head leveled off the pitcher of dark alcohol, the elfs nose in a constant cringe while holding the foul liquid so near her finicky palette. Tiny hands set the pitcher down before the stumpy, tiny feet shuffling back near a ped from the pitcher giving her some distance from the odiferous draught. That would be 22 san MLord. A sociable smile radiated at the dwarf from about the edge of a frothy pitcher, a mischievous gleam playing lightly over almond shaped eyes. Once breakfast subsides here shortly, I should have a bit of leftovers for your friend in the stables. Nimble feet moved the elf quickly along the countertop gathering things for a Ximaxian Rainbow, unwavering gaze ever upon the stumpy and his words. Still the shadowy couple of Tor and Malavon were always upon the edges of the mages awareness, definitely not two men to be casually forgotten.

Picking up the sans from the stumpy she grabbed the Ximaxian Rainbow gingerly in one delicate hand before wandering across the bar. Pausing to respite alongside Xun as she placed the sweet smelling drink to his front left. My apology MLord, tis my first day back at this job, I have yet to get in the full swing of things. An awkward beam suggestive of a smidgeon of embarrassment, a hue of crimson flushed delicate cheeks before she continued melodically on. I had forgotten that I was working and not simply enjoying a friendly breakfast with yee all. Tis a very hard thing to keep clearly in mind with such a cheerful crowd, this early in the day. Pale hand patted the dark elf light heartedly upon the shoulder, a small giggle nearly escaping the mage as she did so. Indeed the drink seems to be playing with my senses a bit, slowing down a tad may be wise for the extended day ahead of me. That will be 4 san MLord and if yee need me just make it plain. I can be a bit dense at times. Eyes narrowed in mirth as she nodded to the Dark Elfs companion, So Orril. A gday to yee as well MLord.

The sans grasped in one frail hand as she sauntered back to the bar, a vision of times long past caused the young maiden to nearly freeze in her tracks. Shock displayed openly across her elven face as she stared in horror mixed with glee at the hobbit that now sat flippantly at the bar. Oh she knew him, probably more so than she would like to, friendly and kind fitting words one could use to describe the man but tempered with colorful words like volatile and unpredictable. A mixture of definitions that would lead more than one down a twisted blistering road with Yarg Anklebiter, the hobbits name, more than a few of his friends, enemies and the general population had learned this lesson through painful experience.

The elfess decided the best course of action would be to get a glint of his reasoning for coming this far into the desert, more than likely an escape from some irate authorities. Hastily making the young hobbit the drink of his choice, being quite elaborate to keep her face partially veiled from him. Though the Halfling mage was not well-known for his prolonged attention span, he was also not a fool to his surroundings. A seat next to him was open for the taking so the maiden took it quickly, before any of the unfortunate patrons had a chance to make that mistake, finally resting a pallid cheek in the palm of a subtle hand. Would yee know where a lady could find a flask of oil in these parts MLord? Just prior to placing the Ximaxian Rainbow down beside the seedy hobbit, the melodic words teeming with sarcasm.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)

Edited by: Twen  Araerwen  at: 5/31/06 20:22


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 01, 2006, 04:52:23 AM
A smell brought back Orril to the reality, it was... like something burning, like branches and leaves and... was that weird smell cloths burning?. He looked thorugh the window and saw the shirtless elf in front of a small pyre.

What's doing this guy? Why would he make a fire?

This thoughs made Orril stand and walk to the door, to have a better look on what was happening, he noted the Dwarf coming back from that direction, this was a hint about who started the pyre, the shirtless elf was a hint of a cloth probably burried under leaves and branches...

Is he burning his shirt? Why? Wasn't easier to wash it? This guy is quiet strange in its ways to do things, first the spear, then the shirt burning... guys like this can't be really good or be sane at all.
Is it because Shadow taked it? Nah, probably because Xun touched it... people think that he's going to poison them in any moment. I really can't understand why the hate to someone that proved to be as infofensive as a kitty... Ok, maybe he doesn't look like a good guy, maybe he is from a race that few things are known, but this isn't a reason to hate or fear it, How coward is that shirtless elf, fearing the unknown... Will he fear me? or my magic? I can do quiet a lot of damage with it, even more than with poison, but he doesn't fears that, he fears for something that can be "easily" solved, a poison isn't a big deal with two mage and two clerics of Nethor arround, a hurricane, blindness, illusions and mirage, that can be dangerous...


Orril was sumerged in this thoughts while watching the fire dancing in the distance.    

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.

Edited by: so orril miesefer  at: 6/1/06 4:03


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 01, 2006, 10:01:23 AM
As the bustle of the tavern, with its new arrivals and the smell of something smoky -- possibly breakfast cooking? -- rose around him, Torscha took another swig from his tankard and leaned back on his bench, resting his back against the cool stone wall, eyeing his drinking companion.

"Wizard's Bane, sir? I must profess to being rather ignorant regarding your... profession. Perhaps you'd like to tell me something about what it is you do?" He glanced sidelong at where the bartender was speaking to another new arrival, a hobbit perched flamboyantly on the bar counter, noting the intricately-carved staff that he -- and, now that he was paying attention, another patron of the inn -- was carrying. "One might think that declaring oneself to be a hunter of mages a little... reckless, unless one were oneself possessed of some magic?"

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on June 01, 2006, 09:37:23 AM
Thorgas gave a hearty, loud laugh at the barmaid's joke, paid the required sans for the drink, took down the jar and started walking towards their table. He turned around and said,
"Aye, milady. The leftovers will be great. Thank you very much, and yes, the room will be great, too."
He gave a wink at the lady while giving another loud guffaw, his tastebuds tingled at the smell of the wonderful odor that wafted out of the pitcher of beer.
He arrived at the table and saw his brother, sitting there and looking down at the bottom of his mug. He approached Gamaliel and said with a playful tone, while jokingly pulling his beard:
"Here's another round, for our reunion! Now give me the 22 sans that I paid to the good lady over the bar, because you finished the last jug a while ago. Ach, with the two of us here we might drink every last barrel of good beer here, but this will be our last pitcher for breakfast, as I fear that I may fall asleep before the day is out."
He gave another loud laugh and poured himself a mugful of that frothy goodness, hand outstretched, expecting the sans from his brother's money pouch.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 6/1/06 4:01


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on June 01, 2006, 11:52:23 AM
Gamaliel was startled at someone pulling his beard and looked up from the mug that he had been holding and stared at his brother, with a look of surprise.
"Huh? I drank all the beer, you say? Ach, drinks do go by so fast when we're having fun.... I guess I do owe you coins for the beer. Here you go, 22 sans."
Squeak.
He placed some coins on Thorgas' hands, and filled his mug at the same time with the dwarven beer, which he drank so greedily, as if dying of thirst. His eyes widened at the mention of the last pitcher for breakfast. He patted his brother's shoulder and said,
"Hmm... I see. Then we'll continue our fun at lunch time. We don't want this inn to run out of beer for us in one sitting, do we?"
Returning his brother's chuckle with one of his own booming laughs, He held the mug raised in a toast to Thorgas, then proceeded in drinking the liquid, a satisfied look spreading across his face.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin

Edited by: Gamaliel Ironforge at: 6/1/06 3:56


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 01, 2006, 12:11:23 PM
Orril turned and entered... suddenly an idea striked.

Will go out and try to speak to that guy... provably if I speak with him he will forget all the weird ideas and hate he has to Xun... or try to kill me...

With this thoughts Orril made some signals to Shadow and Storm and went out of the taver. Slowly he walked to the shirtless elf, and once he reached him said

"Hi, I think we started in a wrong way, my name's So Orril, son of the Injern. I'll be direct, why you hate so much the Dark Elf? and, Do you fear me?"

He stayed where he was, staring at the eyes of the shirtless elf, waiting for an answer.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.

Edited by: so orril miesefer  at: 6/3/06 5:19


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 01, 2006, 12:34:23 PM
Phyth continued to sip his drink, finally enjoying himself for the first time in a long while. He raised his flagon to his lips, hiding a smile as the poor looking "bard" raised his in a salute. He nodded back. Doubtless the man thought Phyth was a rich noble, frowning upon men like him. Far from it. He put his hand on the bag that carried his dwindling supply of money. I had better find a job soon, or find a way to earn my meals. I should have enough for my stay here at least...

Looking at the fullness of the bar and never to be one caught unprepared, Phyth motioned to the barmaid he would be taking his drink to his room. Taking a handful of doch nuts he silently walked up the stairs and entered his room. He sat his drink on a table and began strapping on his leather armor, taking a look out his window towards the stables. He gathered his bow and quiver of arrows into a bundle, and slid them on his back. Phyth grabbed his drink and walked back to the common room.

Surveying the room, he took one look at the filling bar and sat at a table next to the dark elf, facing a window. Phyth noticed the elf mage had went outside and was talking to the shirtless elf. Probably not a good idea, he thought, somehow I don't think he's a sociable type. But I don't care, as long as Iago or I don't get caught in the crossfire.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield

Edited by: Phyth Glenfield  at: 6/1/06 4:35


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on June 01, 2006, 06:03:23 PM
Malavon was lost in his thoughs as he heard Torscha speaking with him , turning he answered :

Malavon - You misunderstand me friend , i never told that i was a hunter of mages , it is true that i am not too fond of them and that i dont fear them at all, but as long they dont disturbe me , i wont do a thing to them .

But if  i am provoked by them ...they are mortals after all , they can die as the next , and i will found a way to do so.

Malavon interrupted himself to look the halfling that Twen and thought :
That halfling , he is ... unusual .He shows an arrogance that is not common in his race and Twen does seem to know him.

Smilling to Torcha he continued :

Malavon - I tell you what , i will tell you my story and  then have your conclusions .

With eyes and voice saddened by emotion  Malavon told everything since the day he became an orphan , raised by Xarhaz , the day he found the love he needed in Amelia , her death by the hands of Xarhaz , as well his train as assassin and finally the day he avenged Amelia by killing Xarhaz hidding the fact that was Malavon himself that spread the rumors that he killed more than 12 mages .

Malavon - And that my friend is how i became know as Malavon The Slayer of Mages , or simply "Wizards Bane"

And you friend whats your story , surely you do have one?

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 6/1/06 12:26


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on June 01, 2006, 09:12:23 PM
It naturally took some time, and eventually Kaelan lowered his hood, glancing about. All the action seemed to be focused by the bar; not the kind of service it had been when Ana had been there, but then, the crowd was different, as was the woman serving. An elf; odd. Not a place for elves, yet the place practically reeked of them. Kaelan toyed with the thought of approaching the bar and risking becoming a part of the day's amusements, but he passed it off. He'd be well enough without it. Possibly catch a ride with somebody heading north first thing in the morning; a man had to dig himself out of Hell eventually.

The warrior stood, lifting his crossbow off the floor and resting it on his shoulder, his left hand around the trigger. Slowly, he wandered toward the exit, making a wide circle around the southern wall of the common room until he could see the bar plainly. Then, holding to the outside wall, he turned toward the door and made for it with a somewhat quickened pace. His plans were simple: heft himself out to the well and tide the day over there. He wouldn't be traveling as long as the sun was up; and then maybe he could get with a group heading out; possibly as a hired blade, which could mean extra money. Wouldn't be more than a few steps now and he'd be out. Maybe he was claustrophobic, and although the place was hardly full enough to trigger that, he'd have to move to the bar where it was that full. This was the better option.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 02, 2006, 12:12:23 AM
Torscha chuckled modestly and made a dismissive gesture with one hand. "Ah, friend Malavon, you have the advantage of me there; my story is nowhere near as dramatic or epic as your own. Suffice to say I am of Centoraurian descent, as you can tell, and have long been on the road, and have had to make a liviing by my wits... all of which, I would assume, are fairly self-evident by my appearance." He indicated his current condition: dirty, travel-stained, and none too savoury.

"As I have said, I live by my wits. I unriddle riddles, tell tales, put a word in where it is needed and soften harsh words where they are not welcome. I sing for my supper, although my gauntness will attest to my singing skill. I dice and I play cards, and I usually quit while I'm at least a little ahead. I am in short, sir, whatever anyone might need of me at any one point in time: a jack of many trades, and master of some very few." He smiled, his teeth a surprising nip of white against the darkness of his grimy beard. "I earn my bread telling tales, sir, but I have never yet sold my own. No offense is meant, but I don't think you, no matter how wealthy you might be, has the coin to buy it from me."

Torscha allowed his voice to shade towards wistful, gazing into the depths of his tankard, by now half empty. "I am an itinerant, sir, and a seeker of beauty who loves it where it is found and who seeks to bring it where it is not. I am a simple enough man, sir, although perhaps occasionally of too much verbosity and too little substance. I am also," he added, finishing the contents of his mug in a single swig, "one made thirsty by this conversation. You have earned my eternal gratitude by offering to fill my stomach and wet my lips: I would swear it to you again, friend, should you be so kind as to call yon lady over and request of her that our tankards should be kept full.

"Apparently I am to sing tonight, and I try never to do that sober."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Nsikigan Yourth on June 02, 2006, 05:56:23 AM
Nsiki turned and smiled at the cloaked elf. "Ah, Master Elf, greetings. My name is Nsikigan Ypourth of the Eyelian men. You may know me as a tamer. Now, perhaps you could aid me? I was told I could find a friend of the Great Librarian who could help me. He said he had a bit of gold so I could get started traveling to Barvados?" Nsiki gave the Elf a quizzical look. "Unless, of course, I am merley wasting your time and you are not my contact?"



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on June 02, 2006, 09:36:23 AM
Malavon laughted as he heard his companion request .

Aye , i did well to come to him,a man much like
me.
I havent had a laugher like this in ages
.

Malavon - Aye friend , i will ask Twen for another round , since my  throath and mug is dry as a desert wind , and of course i will pay for it , for i have enough coin for it , since  my last employer was kind in his payment .

Waving his hand in the air , Malavon tried to get Twen attencion.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 03, 2006, 03:58:23 AM
A tiny hand patted the hobbit on the back as she rose from the seat beside him, a few informal words and a giggle all she left in her departure. Fair-haired tresses elegantly danced, reminiscent of flowing gold, as she sauntered to the table Malavon and Torscha were seated at. Palms face down with fragile fingers splayed out in a fanlike pattern upon the tables oaken surface. An impish smile, ever-evident, was widely demonstrated upon the maidens crimson hued lips.

Almond shaped eyes, unwaveringly, focused upon the killer before addressing him in a soft melodic voice. Aye Sir, what is I could get yee? Her ancient gaze turning then upon Torscha for a few moments as she addressed him. Is there anything I could get yee Bard? Would a touch of drink release your tongue, perhaps? One corner of supple lips pursed into a smirk, as she turned a profile to the wanderer. An inquisitive gaze studied the other patrons, ensuring that she was not presently needed elsewhere.

Her thoughts focused now upon these two characters, not that she had ever allowed them to roam distant from them. The elfs mind always in its working state sorted through a lot of information she felt about the apparent killer. He walks with an air of confidence, an aspect often found in those that do not understand fear or simply enjoy inflicting it on others. Maybe a noble but no, he does not seem demeaning toward others though his visible wealth lends me to believe he is more than he appears.

Blinking sheepishly as she waited for the gentlemen to sort out their order. A tiny sandaled foot tapped lightly upon the floor as pointy ears listened intently to the patrons.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on June 03, 2006, 07:15:23 AM
Malavon looked the elfess bartender Twen , and with a kind smile without a trace of irony as was so common in Malavon that made so many people nervous he answered Twen :

Malavon - You came quickly fair maiden and i thank you for it .
You see my friend here and yours truly are with a thirst that i would not desire to anybody , so i ask , can you please bring some of your finest drinks , or better , your favorite drink ?

Ah , and Twen ?
Please bring a glass for you as well , for it would honor me and i am sure Torscha as well if you drink with us , right Torscha ?

With a sarcastic smile Malavon gave a friendly tap in the back of Torcha.

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 6/2/06 23:42


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 03, 2006, 08:23:23 AM
Xun goes and sits down next to Orril and asks

Say, where is your other pet? I only see your wolf and that mean falcon oer there. Well anyways, I got Twen to get something for your pets, so they won't be to hungry. I think i used up around 11 or 12 san. It is alright. Thank you so much for the money, too. Twen seems pretty and nice. I like her. What I don't like is that shirtless elf over there that is glaring at me every 2 minutes! Some people don't understand that we are just another tribe of eles. We are considered to be bloodthirsty cannibals, but we just want privacy and peace. We don't want to be killers killing everything that is moving. *sigh* I wish we weren't so disliked, but, who can grant that?

Xun goes back and goes to a man. He recalled the person Orril had spoke to, Malavon, talked to him and called him Torscha. Xun was interested with such man. Twen was talking to him, and was acting sheepishly to him. Xun was interested with such person who could loosen up a woman like that. Xun goes to Torscha and says

Greetings m'lord. How are you? Sorry, I should introduce myself. My name is Xun, of the Eophyrhim Tribe.

Xun quickly covers up his mouth. He had just told the man that he was a dark elf! He would surely look at him in disgust, and always dislike him. Ohh, i'm such an idiot! Why did i let something like that just, just slip out?

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.

Edited by: Xun Darkwoe at: 6/4/06 5:27


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 03, 2006, 12:29:23 PM
Torscha took the friendly blow as it was intended, and grinned at his new drinking companion before turning the smile, unaware that it softened somewhat, upon the barmaid.

"I find myself in agreement with Malavon. Of course, we could not possibly presume to impose upon your time and hospitality, but your company would be greatly welcome. As for the drink, well, for a moment of your company I would gladly go a lifetime without... dry and dusty though it might be." A stray thought made his smile shade towards the wicked. "And perhaps you might find that there are other things besides drink that limber up my tongue... Beauty, for example."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 03, 2006, 12:54:23 PM
Xun was surprised. So far, he had only met one person that had liked him, other then another Eophyrhim. Why was it that this person, Torscha, didn't mind that he was a "Bloodthirsty" elf? Well, anyways, he would take a greetings whewn he got one. Though not without a few questions...

"So you, you don't mind that I am an Eophyrhim? you don't care what tribe I'm in? uh, well, I can by a drink for myself, in fact, I already have one. Why don't you mind that I am an Eophyrhim elf? Everybody else does! Well, I believe your name is Torscha. Is this correct? I might have heard wrong. Well, anyways, Is it all right with you if I bring a friend to sit down with you two? I hope you don't mind. Also, just a few minor points. How old are you? and you aren't tricking me or anything, right?"

Xun waits for a response from the man.

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 03, 2006, 01:26:23 PM
The wanderer was a little taken aback to be approached by one with the colouration of a dark elf. Certainly, they aren't reputed to be particularly given to making friendly overtures to strangers. Still... this might be the start of a story worth telling.

He gestured at the empty chairs ringing the table at which currently only he and Malavon sat. "Join us then, if you will, with your friend. One who makes his living telling stories certainly does not go through life being unsociable, eh? You are welcome here, assuming that Malavon and the lady -- who, perhaps, would be kind enough to linger as well? -- have no qualms.

"And you can rest assured that I have no ill intentions upon your person. I only trick people when I'm dicing."
He grinned again. "Perhaps either of you would try a game with me later? I am somewhat short of funds, and the opportunity to earn more through such sportsmanlike activity appeals to me."

Still, he wondered if the graceful female elf would take offense at this newcomer. I don't remember if there's any enmity between the tribes, although given the bad repute that the dark elves carry, I would hardly be surprised. Even so, it's not my tavern, and if she had not wanted him here, I don't think he'd be standing before us now, clamouring to join us for a drink.

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 03, 2006, 01:47:23 PM
Xun was still a bit confused but none the less he awnsers the man, Torscha

"Thank you so much. I will gladly bring my companion. About the dicing, I have never gambled before. Perhaps you can teach me? I am still surprised that you don't lok in disgust with my presence. There are many who do so."

At this, Xun glares again at the shirtless elf. He was not surprised to see him glaring back. Xun goes to So Orril and says to him that he made a new friend, and wanted him to come.

"Listen, Orril. I have met another person who does not care about me being a dark elf! His name is Torscha. He is that guy over there. *Points to a man sitting at a table* I would like you to come with me. He has offered a seat, and he says he would gladly welcome both of us! Come on!"

Xun tugs at Orill's shirt impatiently.

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on June 04, 2006, 11:03:23 AM
Malavon looked as Torscha allowed the dark elf to join them , waiting for Xun to go away to get his companion , Malavon asked Torscha :

Malavon - Friend Torscha , i know its not my place to say anything , but allowing the dark elf to join our table is asking for trouble.

Mind you , i have nothing against  him for  being a dark elf , as it goes for me he could be a bloodthristy orc that it wouldnt matter , but .... no matter you will have your own conclusions . I for one will be on guard .

Malavon smilled and gave a significant look to Torscha while resting his hand in Zaroc .

Torscha may have not notice it , but there is bad blood betwen the dark elf and the shirtless elf that went outside , if i am not mistaken this will end bad for either one .

Even if i am mistaken , i havent survived all these years for being reckless .

And i wonder how Twen will react to this ?
This is begining to be an interesting day to say the least .


Malavon rested his eyes in Twen observing her very closely.

Quote:
By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.


Mages , Wizards beware for i am here . I am Malavon The Wizards Bane

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 6/4/06 3:10


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 04, 2006, 02:38:23 PM
Xun could not help but oerhear the talking in between Malavon and Torscha. Knowing what he was saying, Xun replies to Malavon

"I am so sorry, M'lord, but There is no such thing as bad luck with a dark elf. We dark elves are basically just elves. We are actuall quite peaceful, just, private, that's all. We do not like to fight, and we are most definetaly not bloodthirsty killers. I have been here for more then a day. If I had bad luck, don't you think a fight wouldv'e broken out, or a fire, or something else goes horribly wrong? We are elves, just there is much unknown, so people hate us for that!"

Xun stops talking to Malavon and Torscha and goes to Orril outside. Xun notices that Orril was talking to the mean shirtless elf. Xun did not like this, so he broke up the conversation.

"I am So sorry, M'lords, but I do not think that we shall talk while we are uncalm, shall we? Let us just buy a beer! We could all setlle down, then have a nice talk. Would you like to break out into a fight? Get hurt? Be killed? Which would you rather? The beers on me, if you don't mind, Mr.... Uh, I never caught your name mister shirtless elf."

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 04, 2006, 06:04:23 PM
Pausing from her thoughts, grey eyes focused to study Malavon for a few moments. Fair-haired curls danced about her face in a passing morning zephyr, that had wisped its way in from the open door of the tavern. Certainly Sir, I would get yee gentlemen a couple of drinks.  One hand rose from the table just as Torscha began to speak, causing the elf to pause mid-step. Twens crimson lips parted into a placid smile yet a fire storm could be read in her ancient eyes. Though the Ifer'hm detested the company of most anyone, the majority of humans were not ones she particularly cared for.

The mans words once again brought forth a shade of rose to delicate cheeks before the elfess responded lightly. I would be joining yee gentlemen but I have a tiny desire for a sip myself. Ill be right back with your orders. The forest green dress whispered softly as the mage moved nimbly away from patrons. Quickly setting about gathering the requested orders of her customers, her thoughts focused upon self-disgust as she realized she had agreed to sit with a group of less than savory humans. Twens only thought of solace was the grace that her sister was not here to bare witness to such an atrocity. Yet knowing she would one day recount every detail of her journeys apart from Shailiha.

A bottle of Arti Wine, the bottle that was hidden under the bar containing light pink liquor and a pitcher of Rosemint Cordeal displayed upon the platter. Definitely an arrangement spanning a range of fruity drinks, even though they had left the refreshment choices to her, she attempted to be pleasant to their palettes. She had been amongst humans for near two centuries, having learned long ago that her preference in tastes leaned more to the natural compared to those of fermented drinks consumed quite abundantly amongst most other races. Frail hands set a goblet, her glass one, and two flagons upon the tray before hoisting it to rest at near waist level.

Wandering back to the table, most pleased that the plate she carried was a light burden, pretty sure by the time she made it that Ana showed great wisdom in never allowing her to carry alot of dishes. The dark elf made his departure just as she began to set out Malavon and Torshas flagons, smiling brightly to him as he seemed to scamper from the gathering. A curious gleam danced over opaque grey eyes as she pondered what Xuns haste was about; he seemed to move about in a flurry of conversation. Adverting her gaze after but a few blinks, pouring the mens flagons near half and half, Rosemint Cordeal with Arti Wine. Radiant smile came to respite upon supple lips before addressing them. My apology MLords, the taste may be a bit colorful on your tongues but I promise yee that it lingers for a reasonably pleasing time, mellowing to a fragrance hinted at upon the tips of your palettes.

Seated across from the gentlemen her legs crossed and body turned towards the open end of the bench, knowing that she would need to be up right soon. "That will be 40 san, I got my portion gentlemen." A miniscule wink brushing across an almond shaped eye just as her gaze turned upon her drinks ingredients. Goblet placed near the edge of the table finally pouring the container near two-thirds full with Rosemint and topping it off with light pink liquor. The cork upon the bottle replaced as tiny digits grasped the drink, raising it in a toast to the humans.  

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)

Edited by: Twen  Araerwen  at: 6/4/06 10:08


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 04, 2006, 09:34:23 PM
"Trouble, you say?" Torscha put on as ingenuous a look as he could manage. "I do not wish to doubt your judgement either, friend, but I am sure you are merely being a little... dramatic. I'm quite sure he is, if not harmless, at least not inclined to do us harm. And as for the bad blood, well... there's nothing like a stiff drink and pleasant company to lay that sort of thing to rest, eh?" He gestured expansively. "I am sure that since the fair lady has condescended to join us, the rest will at least observe common civility. Beauty has its own ways of calming violent passions, perhaps because it rouses some more violent still."

He finished just as the lady elf was returning, and accepted the drink she placed before him with a smile of unfeigned gratitude, warming the flagon between his hands, to release the bouquet. Involuntarily, his eyebrow twitched in surprise, and he raised the flagon. Why, this is... "Arti Wine, my lady? You do us too much of an honour; I do not know about my companion here, but my palate is certainly not used to such refinement." Turning to Malavon, he said, "Friend Malavon, the lady's price is more than fair. We have been given a rare treat, you and I, for forty san would not buy us even one measure of this elsewhere, and certainly, such pleasant company is beyond price."

This is, certainly, a most pleasant surprise. Torscha returned the elf's gesture by raising his own flagon. "I think such good fortune deserves to be drunk to. To newfound friends, then; may the friendship sown today in warmth and hospitality grow and mature as this wine has, that in the future we may savour it in all its richness."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 05, 2006, 06:09:23 AM
Orril turned to Xun and said

Yes, let's go back to the tavern, Im thirsty and would like something to drink. Come with us friend, and let me show you that blood and race has little to do with the behavior.

Orril entered in the tavern, followed by Shadow and Storm, and sat near the table where Malavon and Torscha where sitting.

I wish people could understand that races and trives have little to do with the behavior, but for that people should go to Ximax for example, and see generations of other trives and races pass in front of you... Maybe I can share my memory of those pleasant times with this friend.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 05, 2006, 09:40:23 AM
Ah yes, let us have such drink! I shall bring you to the newfound member immedietly! Assuring that he won't bring any harm to us. Xun glares  the shirtless elf. Well, anyways, I can bring you to the friend. His name is Torscha, and he is with Malavon. Come, come, I'm sure he won't like to be waiting. Xun turns to the shirtless elf. I am sorry M'lord, but what is your name? I have no will to harm you, or, touch anything of yours. I am not pleased at your reaction towards my touch, but, friends aren't made immedietly, aye? Just tell me your name, and I shall be on my way. If you wish, I can never be with you again, and we can have peace, hmm? Everyone does not like battle and death, aye? If you wish, you can come with us, play, talk, fight, well, not fight, and drink! lots of beer and ale! It's on me!

Xun leads Orril to Torscha and Malavon. It was at this time that Torscha had raised his glass and said cheers. Xun joined in, took his Ximaxian rainbow, and said cheers.

I would also like to thank everybody that has been ever so kind. The warmth of this town, the great drinks, the perfect tavern, we should thank the world! Cheers to everyone! Xun raises his glass.

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on June 05, 2006, 08:59:23 AM
Malavon as his companions raised his glass in a toast and answered Torscha :

Malavon - Yes , lets us drink in thanks of our , as you say , newfound friendship , although we may soon depart  and probably never met again , ill have the confort of knowing that i have shared a drink with such good friends .

And turning to Twen he took her tiny hand  and droped 40 san as she requested for the drinks , he then spoke to her :

Malavon  - And you Twen , although luck have not smilled often in this life , you came to bring some light into me , your kindness and your beauty is truly a gift that i wish more people had , for that i thank from the bottom of my heart .

With eyes flickering with emotion , Malavon became angry with himself for letting such emotions to came to be known to his companions , a side that he tried very hard to hide .

That he was , despite of his cynical and sarcastic demeanor , a person with real feelings.

Quote:
By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.


Mages , Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 6/5/06 1:40


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 05, 2006, 10:06:23 AM
Phyth sat alone at a table near the window, staring around the common room lazily. He watched the goings on at one of the tables while cuddling his flagon in his hands. The barmaid sat down with the two men with a jug in her hands. He grimaced as he looked at his almost empty cup. Personally, he thought the "bard" talked to much. Hmmm, him to much, and I to little. He thought. And apperently the barmaid was buying it. Heh, I may not look it, but I haven't lost everything from home. I can speak fancy with the best of them.

 He watched one of the elfs scurry around like a bee as he sat down with the elf mage. Phyth took a look outside to make sure Iago was all right and noticed that he and the shirtless elf were almost the only ones not at that table. Taking the last sip of his drink, he listened to the elf make a speech and a toast. Raising his flagon in a mock toast, Phyth cried sarcastically; "Wonderful! Just wonderful! Now, can I have some service please?"

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 05, 2006, 12:13:23 PM
Xun looks at the newcomer. He looked like a human, he would surely not like to hear that he was sitting with a dark elf. But then again, Torscha and Malavon did not mind to much, maybe this person would not either. Xun looks some more at the man and decides to try to tell him. It was worth a shot, however, he would not tell him immedietly. He would wait tell the man had some sense of security with him, then tell him. Xun asks the man

Um, excuse me, but who are you? My name is Xun, an elf. Nice to meet you. Xun holds out a hand. Also, I would think that the beautiful barmaid, Twen, would be the one giving you the service. But, a beer, perhaps? I could buy it, aye M'lord? Oh dear, I'm using all my money, I only have around twenty left! Oh well, I'm used to no money.

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 05, 2006, 12:40:23 PM
Torscha smiled ruefully. Centoraurian to the core. Sometimes, I wonder why I left in the first place; then people like this come along and remind me. How kind of him.

"It seems," he said, with no little regret, "that duty calls all too soon, lady. We will not impose upon your hospitality to suggest that you owe us your company. See to your other guests, then. Please do let me know if there is any other service I might perform before this evening. I am not accustomed to sitting idly for too long, and I am sure an establishment like this has much that needs doing. Wood to be cut, bathwater to be drawn..." He made as much of a florid bow as one sitting behind a table with a flagon of drink might be expected to make. "In short, in gratitude for your hospitality and out of reverence for that beauty and kindness that my friend Malavon has so eloquently recognised, I am, lady, your humble servant. Do with me as you will."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on June 05, 2006, 12:43:23 PM
Malavon turned to see as a rude man called for Twen , normaly he would not care , but Malavon had become to feel a kindred spirit in Twen , and raised his voice answering the  man :

Malavon - She will be right there friend , there is no need to be rude , manners is a thing that even someone as  you should  know .

Smilling politely , Malavon eyes started to flicker with a gleam of irritation , and tought to himself :

However its best to not cause any trouble ,  his eyes show an determination and confidence that goes well behind this mans age.
And by the look of his weapon , he does not seem be a stranger in the way of warfare .


Quote:
By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.



Mages,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 6/5/06 5:03


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 05, 2006, 01:21:23 PM
Orril rised his glass in the toast and drunk a bit of the wine, as a mage and student he had little to no time to drink and never adapted to the alcohol, he knew that if he drunk more than half a glass in less than an hour he would be stumbling and singing insanely... a real show that no one would like to see. Carefuly he poured a bit of water before drinking, to make the wine "lighter" for him, he was sure that if he added water to make the wine lighter he would only enter in the state of happiness that alcohol produce in any sentient being. Wishing that no more alcohol entered in him he decided to say it before anyone offered another toast or glass with wine... no to think a mug of beer.

Dear friends, I feel sorry to say that I can't drink more alcohol... believe me, I'm not a person that stands alcohol and don't want to make a show... hope you understand. May I toast with you with fruite juice? If this isn't something you think would damage your image in front of others...

Then the voice of a man came, asking for service. Orril looked at the direction of the man, and thought This guy is very unrespectfull, but what can be done? if no one taught him, is late to teach him now.

Calm my friend, Twen will serve you. Then turns to Twen and whispers Twen, if you need help, you can count on me for any duty, I'll do it for free cause you has been so kind with us.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.

Edited by: so orril miesefer  at: 6/5/06 5:27


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 05, 2006, 02:50:23 PM
As he sat and stared at the shocked expressions, Phyth tried hard not to keep from smiling. If only they knew... he thought. The "bard" seemed to be the only one not like that. In fact, Phyth thought he saw a smile coming from the man's face. You'd think growing up in the house of a rich noble would at least teach me some manners, he thought with mock disgust. Aparrently they hadn't met to many of his kind. Clearing his voice, he stood and began to speak in a tone and language he had not used in a while.

 "I humbly apologize friend," he said to the elf Xun, leaving his voice devoid of sarcasm, but inwardly was another story. "I did not mean to interupt your toast. I am called Phyth. Please, I cannot accept your kind offer after what I said. And to you," he replied to the man who spoke to him, "Apologies to you, also. It seems that riding far into the night has left me without my manners. I meant no disrespect, please forgive me."
He put his flagon down on his table and turned to the barmaid. "Don't let me interupt you m'lady, I am in no hurry."
 
 Phyth finished his speech and sat down to munch on some doch nuts. And it will be the last time I speak like that for a long while, he promised himself inwardly. A long while...

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 05, 2006, 03:07:23 PM
Huh... This man is really weird, I don't trust in his way to apologize, something bothers me when he speaks in that way... Maybe he is just telling half of his thoughts, Who knows? this Pyth is really... Unerving. Thought Orril as the man apologized, something really made him think that the man was just beauty speach and mean thought.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 05, 2006, 02:28:23 PM
A warm smile covered her lips as she lifted the goblet, a look of serenity veiling supple features; she took only a tiny sip. The boisterous request of the man named Phyth startling the elf from her dreams of lands far from this scorching desert. Metallic grey eyes narrowed as she turned her gaze upon the human, only rage holding a harsh rhetoric from being unleashed upon the human.  A forced smile spread over elven features, a feeble attempt to appear unperturbed over the mans harsh behaviors.

Golden curls shimmered as she nodded to So Orril and the others. It is OK, relax a bit, the man only wishes a drink. Tis my job and he needs it. Gracefully she rose from the table a radiant smile returned to hide the distress the elf felt over being addressed in such a way. In a different place you would be begging me for ways to earn my forgiveness. The thoughts fleetingly upon her mind as she walked to his table lending even more of an impish smile to the maids face. What could I be getting yee? The phrase was surprisingly melodic when compared to the intense glare that had never faltered on the path to stand before him.

Interrupting him before Phyth could speak; a tiny hand patted his, as she stared into his eyes. Why dont you come over and join us MLord? Your company would be most welcome and if you would need anything I am right there. Eyes narrowed in mirth before the elf lass continued on with attempts to soothe the apparent anger from only moments ago. Maybe a tale of your travels would inspire us with dreams of our own homes and lands far from this place.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)

Edited by: Twen  Araerwen  at: 6/5/06 6:35


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 05, 2006, 03:38:23 PM
Phyth's words were so gruffly spoken that Torscha at first smirked, then burst out in full-fledged laughter, unable to bring himself to care about whether any of the others found him insane. "It seems there have been misunderstands all around," he said, still grinning widely. "All of you, please forgive my countryman his gruffness. We of the plains are not much given to niceties or mincing words. His impatience is, while uncouth, something only to be expected. I hope he did not earn your enmity, dear friends, good mistress. I must say that I am at least in part to blame, for attempting to monopolise the lovely lady's attentions.

"Not to mention that, if, Phyth, you are indeed Centoraurian as you seem, you most probably take offense at seeing one such as I, with an ignoble nag for a steed and with nothing to my name except for ill-gotten goods and dubious talents."
Torscha's smile dimmed slightly as he leaned forward. "I am a disgrace to our people, and I think I know it well enough, but not all of us are fortunate enough to choose the way we go through life. Have a thought for them."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on June 05, 2006, 09:22:23 PM
Thorgas took the coins that his brother handed him and placed it inside his money pouch. Pouring himself another mug of beer and drinking it at the same time, he said to Gamaliel:
Yes, there are other patrons wanting to drink the Turborger Brown, pride of the dwarves! Oh, we're probably going to leave the tavern soon, because I'm running out of money, I suppose you haven't got much either, and there's no smithy here willing to accept the flame of a talented pyromancer such as myself could conjure! They just don't realize that the right flame with the right temperature, plus your skill in the arts of smithing, we could make a weapon fit for the greatest monarch in the land or for their soldiers. Don't worry though, If we don't get a job, we'll dig the mines that we are planning for earlier. Now that seems to take away the sorrow of not having enough money. A toast for Silverdelve!"
He raised his flagon for a toast and emptied every last drop from the mug. He filled it again, and with another toast, drank the beer, eyes twinkling with pure joy of being able to drink the beer their people produce with pride.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 6/5/06 13:26


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 05, 2006, 11:31:23 PM
Phyth looked as the man Torcha laughed at his speech. Trying not to grin, he turned to the elf maid. Hmmm...I might actually like this man. he thought to himself. Maybe it's becuase he understands. Even if he does talk to much. Shaking his head he looked at the barmaid. He wasn't really one to tell his life story, much less talk much with people at all, and this shouldn't any different. And he hadn't made one thing up, it was fatigue that talked first. No one's going to hire you if they dispise you, he thought.
 
 "Fine," he answered gruffly to Twen. Mentally kicking himself, he continued. "I'll join you."
He walked to the table, his social skills feeling like a dim memory. He turned to Torcha, who had explained his "uncouth" behavior, and tried to explain his life somewhat. "No, I don't take offense to you." he caught himself as he almost said what was on his mind. Your..."horse" is another matter. "I am not like our countrymen in that way."
He sat down and waited for Twen to fill his cup, not saying any more.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 06, 2006, 01:16:23 AM
Reaching out with a free hand, Torscha dealt the hitherto sullen Centoraurian a hearty slap on the back. "Now that's a damn sight better, man! See, almost everyone was pulling a long face -- and ready to pull weapons -- because you spoke a trifle too carelessly about our gracious hostess. For someone who says as little as you do, you certainly have a knack for saying the wrong things." Still chuckling, Torscha scrounged in his lean purse, eventually coming up with a collection of much-battered coins, of various denominations. "I may not be wealthy, but I think this calls for something special, don't you? Twen, if you would, kindly refill my countryman's drink for him. It has been too long since I have offered another child of the plains the cup of greeting; estranged from home I might be, but I am still Centoraurian, and our hospitality might be a little peculiar, but hardly deficient."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 06, 2006, 03:55:23 AM
As the man sat Orri though to himself

This guy isn't someone I would like to be near... Maybe the dwarf mage would like a friendly duel, this way I can go far from this odd guy. Ha, those days provoking orcs return to me... That was cool, to see them pursuting me and throwing fireballs all the way back... Yes, I'll bet with the dwarf, this way I can get a bit of extra money.

"If anyone care, I have something to do, will be back latter."

And with this he rises and goes to the dwarf, thinking how to engage him in a friendly duel...

"Escuse me Master Dwarf, but if my memory doesn't betray me you are a fire mage. Would yee like a friendly duel?, with a bet of course, 30 sans for the winner."

Orril waited for the answer of the dwarf, Shadow and Storm stayed near Twen's chair, waiting her cares and food...

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 06, 2006, 04:52:23 AM
Xun looks at Orril and gets up. Walking with him, he hears something about a duel, but with a bet. Xun looks into this and says to Orril.

"Are you sure? I do not underestimate your power, but I think he is a fire mage. He might burn the tavern down. Either that or Twen will get angry and throw us all out! I am not sure if this is a good idea, M'lord. Of course it is your choice. But if Twen doesn't kick us out, I would like to fight the winner afterwards. Heck, I'll bet I lose, you two are mages! But anyways, go on. I would like to watch you with your quick spar."

Xun goes out of the tavern and waits for Orril and the Dwarf. He looks at the desert, and then some trees, and waits.

The man who dares attack me, shall have pain and suffering beneath my blade. A man who touches me shall know what a beast I can be. Xun Darkwoe, Hunter of Thorns.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Yarg Anklebiter on June 06, 2006, 09:18:23 AM
Would yee know where a lady could find a flask of oil in these parts MLord?

The off hand comment sparked a little confusion in the mind of the hobbit. Asking for oil was an odd question, especially for a bar maid who would surely know of where to get said oil. Very confusing indeed. Yarg takes a closer look at the lady, before his face brightens considerably and his grin breaks out into a full blown smile.

Ten Airwinds! I haven't seen you since the red tower and that unfortunate incident with the fire pillar. Sorry about that, though it looks like your eyebrows have regrown quite nicely. Whatcha doin' serving drinks outside a desert?

Whenever I see a Fire, I try to put it out. 'Cept unlike the usual methods, I use OIL!!

- Yarg



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 06, 2006, 08:19:23 AM
Phyth accepted the offer for the drink, although he rarely drank more than one in the morning, and never more than two drinks. "And you have the knack for saying the right things?" he said to Torcha smiling. "Maybe I need you as a translator. And thanks for the drink."

 As he waited for his drink, he noticed the elf that started the toast and the offended elf had left. Raising his eyebrow, he turned to Torcha. "I guess I'm not the only one who forgets his manners. Does everyone want to start a fight?" he said.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield

Edited by: Phyth Glenfield  at: 6/6/06 1:02


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on June 06, 2006, 10:37:23 AM
Cherri sat quietly at the bar watching the patrons with both curiosity and intrigue.  Studing people and ways was one thing she loved to do.  The diversity always excited her.  Cherri took note of the mostly male populated room, her bright eyes roaming slowly over each group watching and waiting.  She did not have to wait long.  A male human offended their hostess, which wasn't suprising, but the steely look that came from the fair fragile looking elfess was.  'She has much strength that one and I would hate to be on the wrong side of her.' Cherri toyed with the idea of what was possibly going through the other elfesses mind when things became tranquil once again, even if there was a slight crackle of tension in the air.  

Cherri watched the table where everyone seemed to gather.  Looking around Cherri wondered if she and the barkeep Twen, Cherri had heard her called, were the only two females.  Apparently the men had no problem with this as she herself didn't either.  Sometimes when too many gather fights break out worse than with drunk human men, only dirtier.

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"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer"



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 06, 2006, 10:40:23 AM
Torscha shrugged. "In faith, my friend, I have no love of fighting. The steel I carry is more to deter thought of such violence than to encourage it. I much prefer a drink and a song to bared steel and blood." He smiled thinly. "I have great pride in the warlike ways of our people, but I have no wish to follow in those footsteps. But perhaps it is best to let those hot-heads cool themselves, quenching themselves in sweat instead of this inn's good brew, eh? It is certainly easier on the purse, if nothing else. And you? For a man well-accoutred for fighting, you seem singularly mellow, although your face is long enough that I'm surprised your jaw isn't hanging about your knees. Where come you by such forbearance?"

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on June 06, 2006, 11:07:23 AM
Icy trendils made their way down Drasil's spine as he watched the pryfification of the dirty.  Realizing for the first time the brisk air, the elf shudderd visably, clutching his frigind skin for warmth.  Longingly he stared at the remnants of the desecrated shirt, watching the ashes float up to the heavans, remembering itw as the only one he had brought.  Picking up his dusty cloak from the desert floor, the elf drew it around his body, trying to keep out the invading coldness in vain.

As the fire burned down to ashes, the elf decided that it was safe for him to leave it.  "Nothing to catch on fire here anyways!" he thought to himself, smirking.  Raising his golden eyes from the pulsing coals, the elf saw a lone figure staring at him through the door way to the tavern.  It was the blonde elf who had attempted to return his shirt to him after the slobery wolf had taken it from his grasp.  Remembering his last encounter with the blonde elf that had almost resulted in a duel, Drasil looked at his feet in shame, rosy read rising to his cheeks as he pretended not to notice the glaring elf.  Rolling his foot along the ground sheepishly, the elf slouched his shoulders, trying to make himself as small as possible to the frosty glare.

After many long minutes of being ignored, the elf departed, entering once again into the tarvern where he was greeted warmly by his friends.  Thinking that it was finally safe to enter the tavern once more, he progressed to the door.  Stepping inside he was greeted by the jovial noises of the patrons laughing, drinking and talking, most of them making fools of themselves in desperate attempts to impress the beautiful barmaid who called her self Twen.

So absorbed in watching the pretty elfess float across the room, the elf was startled when he felt a tap on his shoulder.  Whiriling around he found himself face to face with the young human whom had asked him about the Great Sage Arteemdor.  An armoma of bird dropping seemed to float off of the young man.  REcovering his cold demeanour after the intitail shock of being confronted Drasil responded, "Yes I know of the man.  I met him briefly during my travels.  If you would so kindly escort yourself to my room, copies of his works along with various messages he sent to aspiring scholars can be found in the drawer on the dresser.  The room is the first on the left.  Now if you would so kindly excuse me, I would like to return to my tasks."

Not waiting for the bird-dropping man to respond, the elf stalked away briskly to the far corner of the room.  Turning once again to face the rucus of the commonroom, the elf observed teh odd actions of his fellow patrons.  Gathered around the bar were most of the male patrons, competing to win the favor of the beautiful bar-maid.  Drasil laughed openly as the idiots made fools of themselves, only to stare flabbergasted at the young woman when she merely spoke to them.  Diverting his gaze from the band of suitors, the elf caught sight of another elfess sitting alone at a table in the back.  While she did not seem to posess the firey personality and the stunning beauty of the bar-maid, she as quite pretty herself.  Upon closer inspection, Drasil identified her as one of the two patrons who had been sparring in the stables the previous day.  Noting that her partner seemed no long present, the elf decided to fill his position.

"It would be a shame to let a beauty such as her go to waste," he thought to himself.  Mustering his courage, the elf strode across the room proudly, a remarkable feat for him, to the elfess, flaring his chiseled muscles in an attempt to catch her attention.  Bowing gracefully as he reached the table, Drasil bowed deeply to the woman,, his hair brushing against the floor.  Seizing her hand gently from the table, he kissed it lightly, noting her appealing scent and flawless skin.

"Hello Ma'am.  I am Drasil.  Would you allow me to have the pleasure of dining with your this fine morning?"

Drasil Razorfang CD



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on June 06, 2006, 10:29:23 AM
Thorgas was enjoying his fourth mug of the tasty brown liquor when a tall but weird looking yellow haired elf approached him and talked to him about a magic duel.
Eh, A duel, you say? I'm very sorry to ruin your fun, but I only use my conjurations for defensive purposes, no games and certainly no foolish actions. You've drank too much wine, I think. Better return to your room and sleep away your drunkeness. Call me later if you woke up having a hangover, I might make your headache go away.
He glared at the stranger, as if the elf offended him, while thinking: Hmph. You're testing my prowess, aren't you? You're the same elf who extinguished the flame from the fireplace the night before. Try not to get too cocky, fool, or I'll burn your hair to an inky blackness. Obviously he's being influenced by his dark elf companion, I don't care, I'll scorch them both myself if I have too.
Nodding his head ang giving a look of reproach to the elf, he turned to his brother and said:
Let's go to my room later, I'll show you the spell book I have, and please try decorating the front page with a miniature silverine figure of Torosar. For today, let's just finish our jar of beer.
He filled his mug to the brim and quaffed it's contents, his green twinkling eyes observing the room, with an occasional look of disgust at both elves that bothered him this morning.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 6/6/06 2:34


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 06, 2006, 12:08:23 PM
Phyth grimaced inwardly as the man Torscha spoke to him, trying to sort out his words. Maybe he should be the one with a translater, he thought. He replied, "I dislike fighting, and I only do it when it is necessary. Which is to much. I don't kill except to defend myself." He turned to see the shirtless elf enter. "As for my story, maybe later. You say you play dice?"

 He watched the overconfident elf enter the bar with a half smirk, half sneer on his face. Phyth saw him laugh openly, as if all the patrons were fools and he was above him. Shaking his head, he watched as the elf walked to a women sitting at the bar. He then took her hand and kissed it. That was dumb, he thought to himself. He had seen many a man laying only the floor after pulling a stunt like that. He suspected she was no different than the women before. Not only is he an overconfindent, arrogant fool, he thought, he is stupid...

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 06, 2006, 11:19:23 AM
The answer of the dwarf made Orril think

This is the first fire mage I met in looong time... but if he is as air headed as the orcs I met in Ximax, some taunts will engage him

A mischievous smile crossed Orril face, as he replayed:

Of course Master Dwarf, I can't stand the alcohol as dwarves do, but I can bet you can't stand the pressure of a friendly competition... Or you fear this elf beat you? Ho yes, I can heal myself the headache, thanks for your offer. C'mon friend, no one will get hurt and you can win some money for more beer...

Orril crossed his arms and though

If money, a taunt and a mug of beer can't engage him... nothing will.

Finally said:

If you change your mind... Will be outside.

With this he walked to the door, to find Xun waiting outside, Orril looked at him and said

Will do some practice, magic is a thing you must use if you don't want to lose it, Wanna come with me?

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.

Edited by: so orril miesefer  at: 6/6/06 18:06


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 06, 2006, 12:19:23 PM
Torscha chuckled at Phyth's careful question, and reached for one of the many pouches attached to his belt. Drawing the strings, he withdrew from one of them a set of old dice, yellowed with age and showing hairline cracks here and there from much use. They were bone, and of a size that they could plausibly have belonged to another person -- and like everything else he carried with him, they had their own story.

Although not a very plausible one, he thought, remembering the words of the man who'd lost them to him in -- how fitting -- a game of dice, slurred with drink and nightmares. Knucklebones from a living skeleton indeed.

He smiled lazily and let the dice slip from his fingers onto the table, where they rolled a perfect 'Seyella's Gift'. "Well, that's as good an omen for a game as any, wouldn't you say?"

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.

Edited by: Torscha at: 6/6/06 9:22


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 06, 2006, 02:15:23 PM
The warm smile still falsely stuck upon tiny face as she nodded lightly to Phyth when he accepted the offer. Sauntering in his footsteps as he walked to the next table the elf came to stand beside him when they reached the small gathering. The humans flagon grasped tightly amongst frail digits, pointed ears perked a bit as she listened to the mens exchange of words. Finally at ease that his temper had subsided, at least that it was not so openly expressed, twinkling eyes stared at Torscha throughout his speech.  The rays of late morning danced past the shutters playing lightly over her eyes and flowing curls, she nodded in agreement to his asking for some drinks.

Hastily she returned to the bar, a bottle of Ximaxian Rainbow rolling deftly over the back of a nimble hand just as a tiny palm grasped it and let the contents begin to spill into the flagon. The elf's gaze met the hobbits as he spoke of times when they both were young in magic. A bliss filled grin washed over the mage's face as metallic grey eyes narrowed in mirth. Yeah they did, not quickly mind yee. A hand lifted the bottle before placing it gingerly upon the bars counter. Was my bangs that kept me from public view for sometime. Try a full cowl in the heat of summer.  Almond shaped eyes rolled in not so feigned disgust.

Twen stared over at the table for a bit before considering the hobbit further. How safe is he to be around others. The thought fleeted across the maidens mind before addressing him again, though her gaze went unwavering upon the table. Would yee be caring to join the festivities Mr. Anklebiter? A pallid hand reached out to pat the hobbits sleeve; she hoped to keep the friendly line of communication open between them. Better try to keep him well within a line of vision, he seems to not view things as most others. The memories nearly bringing a light giggle, the sound caught upon Twens upbringing more than a desire to forget Yargs antics.

Join us if you wish MLord. The words rolled like a supple melody as she grasped the Rainbow and wandered again to the table. The anger she had felt towards Phyth over his treatment previously, but a whisper upon the edges of ordered thoughts.  The drink placed before him, a petite hand rose to rest upon his shoulder. Twen leaned forward as she twisted a bit to stare into the humans eyes; the other hand removed a few curls from ancient eyes. A radiant smile was widely displayed over the mages delicate face, ahead of speaking to him. I am very sorry MLord for the wait, though it is my first days back from far off lands, tis still no excuse for my bad service.

The supple sound of her dress carried quickly away as she rose to grasp her own drink in one tiny hand. The elf's demeanor changed enormously as Torscha displayed bone dice upon the table. One could almost see an inner fire in the opaque surface of the maids eyes, the fire not quite inspired for the reasons of the other patrons.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)

Edited by: Twen  Araerwen  at: 6/6/06 16:54


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on June 06, 2006, 08:39:23 PM
Just before he stepped outside, Kaelan stopped. Slowly, he turned toward the now nearly vacant bar, and a light conspiratorial grin crossed his face. Liquor, it seemed, would flow early today; much earlier than it had a few days ago when he'd visited. And, it seemed, the new waitress quite simply failed to actually get around. Then, in an effort to not disturb them, while on the other hand in an effort to disturb them considerably, he would simply help himself. Prices were clearly listed; he could judge what he got by what he knew of the place already. Removing the grin from his face, he walked determinedly into the back, and began to suit himself out with a mug of meldarapple juice and a helping of fruits, with a little taenish.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 07, 2006, 12:36:23 AM
Xun glanced at Orrl as he walked outside. He listens while Orril says he needed to use magic.

"Um, uh, magic? ern... my tribe, uh, does not like mages to well. Only if they are different tribes. If i become a mage, uh, ern. Well, i don't want to be killed, so, I will learn. But, uh, how do you do it? I've heard that there are 6 elements. uh, fire, water, wind, earth, Xeua, and, um, oh! Ecua! my favorite would be fire, but I could learn a thing or two from you, aye?"

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~

Xun's CD
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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 07, 2006, 01:55:23 AM
Phyth accepted his drink with a nod of thanks to the barmaid. "Don't worry about it. And um, speaking of your job..." He motioned to the bar, which was currently occupied by a man who helped himself to it. "Looks like it's been taken."

Phyth looked at the table as Torscha rolled a Seyella's Gift. Looking up at the man, he smiled in amusment. "Nice. Tell me, do you always use your own dice?" I may not take offense to you, but I hardly trust you. He turned to Twen and, not one to mince words, said, "Do you have some dice in this tavern?"

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 07, 2006, 02:22:23 AM
Torscha laughed with genuine mirth. He had not expected to like this seemingly-dour countryman of his quite as much as he was beginning to. "I understand your reservations, sir. But rogue though I may seem, they say dead men tell no tales, and it behooves me to keep my gizzard unslit and my neck unstretched, so I try to avoid those acts, including cheating, which lead to such unhappy fates." He picked up the dice again and offered them to Phyth. "In fact, I won these dice off someone else, and they've been something of a lucky charm for me. They're more for keeping than for using, truth be told. I've had some great rolls with them, and no few bad ones too."

He grinned again, boyishly and without reservation. "Perhaps you would give them a try yourself, and see if they favour you. I think these dice are as fickle as any mistress of mine was wont to be, and they might very well take more of a shine to you than they have to me."

He held out the dice to Phyth, meeting the man's eyes; movement in the background caused his eyes to flicker to track them. Is that... I could have sworn... Then he noticed Phyth noticing, and realised the other man had seen the movement at the bar too.

"Sweet lady, perhaps it would be prudent for you to check your bar. It appears I am not the only one not well provided-for, and someone poorer than I in scruple has indulged in your generosity a mite further than the bounds of hospitality would allow."



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 07, 2006, 03:06:23 AM
Neck careened, she peered over a petite shoulder at the man rummaging behind the bar, a miniscule growl rolled over supple lips as she turned about and headed towards Kaelan. Tiny hands held white-knuckled down at her sides as she came to stand across the bar from him. He seemed like he was gathering a healthy serving of whatever it is he desired, the elf watched with a tinge of rage shimmering in her eyes. Twen made a somewhat loud expression of clearing her throat as she continued to watch him, apparently not loud enough to draw the mans attentions.

Sir I am going to ask you politely only once to set down those items and do as others must. Making sure she kept the bar between them yet anxiety easily read in nimble steps as the mage began to pace back and forth. Metallic grey eyes narrowed with concern as she watched the man intently, having no doubts of the dubious nature of some of the patrons, knowing full well that some might be inclined towards violence. If my service is not to your standards then state so to me and I shall make better efforts to assist yee. If yee have not the funds to feed yourself, speak up, I can promise yee I wont let you go hungry Sir. More than one course of action had already ran through the mages mind about what she would do if the patron lost his composure but hoped none of these would be a necessity.  

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 07, 2006, 03:15:23 AM
Orril heared Xun's comment and laugh

I can't teach you it, no in a day... It took me 350 years to learn what I know.
Well, there are four elements; fire, water, wind and earth, and two archschools, Ecua and Xeua, they do weird teachings but are extremly powerful... Maybe one day I'll return Ximax and enter in one of those schools.

The magic is almost all focus and will, and a good amount of knowledge, look at this.


Orril closed his eyes and focused for a minute, then opened his eyes and whispered some words, a gust of wind blowed with strenght to the sands of the desert, rising a cloud of sand.

This is one of the most basic spells, Wind Exile, in combat will launch your enemy far away, and you can use it to clean your room or a dusty library.

 

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 07, 2006, 03:32:23 AM
Torscha watched Twen make her way over to the counter. Her bearing, at once regal and unpretentious, touched something in him, stirred an emotion he'd been a long time without. She paced, her anger radiating from her almost palpably, and with her hair lit by the gentle light of Firstflame, she might herself have been sculpted of living fire.

He took a long draught of his drink. You've seen it before, he told himself, and well you know that fire's pretty but burns those who get too close.

Still.


He scooped up the dice and rolled again, idly. They clattered across the tabletop, deafeningly loud in the sudden silence of the tavern, as conversation died down in the wake of Twen's anger.

Seyella favoured the Paladin.

Well, I've put my faith in Her thus far.

The wanderer stood, his staff in hand, ostensibly to steady one who's had a little too much to drink. He made sure to walk as deliberately as possible, taking pains to put one foot in front of the other with almost exaggerated nonchalance, coming up from behind where the elven lady was still staring down the kitchen-raider.

"The lady," Torscha said quietly, "has a business to run, and several enamoured patrons who are fair disgruntled at you having stolen her away like this. I suggest you oblige her in whatever way she might demand; I'd hate for the crowd to get nasty. I know crowds, you see, and this one's right on the brink." He grinned, but this time the dust darkening his feaures did not detract from the brightness of his teeth, nor their sharpness, nor the vaguely predatory nature of his smile.  



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 07, 2006, 04:45:23 AM
Xun jumped as the dust of sand came up and the gust of wind came across his face. He was amazed. This elf could control the air and wind. Still, it could be dangerous. I think I can make an excuse or something to climb a tree. Think, think.

"Hang on! I'm not ready!"

Xun climbs up a tree and goes right to the middle, the best spot. He then looks at Orril as gets into his position on a tree branch.

"Okay! I'm ready!"

Xun sits on the tree, waiting for another gust of wind. He was hoping Orril would not do anything so powerful as to knock the tree down.

"Well, you said that was a basic spell, right? you can't even teach me, though. What is the point of showing me when I can't use it? And why can't you teach me that spell?"

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~

Xun's CD
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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on June 07, 2006, 04:21:23 AM
Malavon stayed quiet when his table became full with people , he was quiet as he heard Torscha and Phyth dialogue , he then only smilled , but seeing Twen expression as she walked towards the Kichen raider he though with irony at his eyes .

Her face changed ... in her eyes passed an glimpse of anger , a danger that i havent seen in a long time .
I would not desire to be in that mans place .


Grining he moved a drink to his lips , only to stop , seeing Torscha walking towards the bar to confront the man .

What is he doing !
Torscha is not a warrior , yet he is confronting that man that by the look of him has seen more that this share of killing and war.

Finishing his drink in one sip , Malavon get up and went to Torscha , resting his hand in Torscha shoulder Malavon  whispered in a way that only Torscha could hear.

Malavon - I am by your side friend , if you have the need of me.

Not saying another word , Malavon positioned near the the bar

Quote:
By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior


Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane




Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 6/6/06 20:22


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on June 07, 2006, 06:27:23 AM
A light smile began almost involuntarily as they approached, yet he knew it wasn't so funny to them; a tangible tension rose, particularly as the gambler made his way toward him.

"Don't mind me," Kaelan said in a wistless, yet meaningful way. "You seem rather preoccupied." He looked up from the fruit he'd just finished setting on his plate to catch Twen's eyes completely, putting purpose behind his words. Finished, he pulled a number of san out of his pouch several times, until he had placed a full score upon the table, and then taking what he'd gathered, began walking back in the direction of the table he'd been sitting at.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Nsikigan Yourth on June 07, 2006, 08:24:23 AM
Nsiki stared at the cold and withdran Drasil as he walked away. He cocked an eyebrow, and made a snort in anger. As he breathed in, he noticed the smell of bird droppings wafting from his tunic. He promised to take care of that as soon as he could.
  In the meantime, Nsiki climbed the stairs and entered Drasil's room, left unlocked. A mass of papers decoratred the desk. How was Nsiki to know which was his? With a sigh, he began rifling through the stack.
    After what seemed like hours to the impatient Eyelian, Nsiki finnaly found his grant. It was on a richly decorated piece of parchment. It declared:
  "To the Young Dreamer, NSIKIGAN YOURTH, of the Eyelian men. May the man you sees this parchment offer the help deemed necceasary, be it passage, food, or lodging. May this also serve as proof of scholarship and indocrination to the Bardic Collage of Master NSIKIGAN YOURTH's choosing. All expenses must be sent via Wynd Racer to the Great Santharian library, and be approved by Master NSIKIGAN YOURTH before payment is recieved. Signed, ARTIMOR FENDRIKAL
   Nsiki smiled, rolled up the paper and called out the window to Tawny. She flew off the windowand waited patiently at the front of the Herald. Nsiki dashed off, tossed a coin at Twen, and began his journey to Barvados.
OOC: Fare thee well, Herald goers. I leave this tavern, though I may return. Seek me out in Barvados!

Edited by: Twen  Araerwen  at: 6/7/06 1:21


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 07, 2006, 09:28:23 AM
Phyth watched as Twen walked to the bar, looking like she was ready to kill the man. And I thought I made her mad. He took a sip of his drink and started to reply to Torscha, only to see him walk to the bar. The other man soon followed. Phyth thought of following, but stopped himself. There were enough at the bar, even if he didn't think Torscha could take on the man. He turned his head to the table, looking at a jug he hadn't noticed before. Staring at it he took a sniff. Arti wine?! he thought. I guess Torscha's words are having more effect on her than I thought.

Looking back at the bar, Phyth wondered if Torscha could calm her down again. If the man at the bar refused to stop...Things could get ugly, and I'm in no hurry to get in a fight. He saw the man smile and leave some money on the bar, and then walked to a table with his food. Shaking his head, Phyth glared at him. Of all the...How many fools are in this tavern?

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Yarg Anklebiter on June 07, 2006, 09:55:23 AM
Yarg's small brow furrowed ever so slightly in light of Twen's outrage. But his smile remained, and he shrugged away the crease from his forehead. Looking around, the small fiend looked for something with which to amuse himself. Seeing the confrontation between teh former fire student and the warrior type, Yarg thought of something that could brighten his entire day.

Quite literally.

Yarg smiled mischeviously as the wanderer paid Twen (quite a large some of money) and walked over to sit down. However, before the warrior could do just that, Yarg fixated on his plate. He focused on its Car'all, raising the influence of the property of heat. He did this rapidly, at such a fast pace that as the warrior moved across the room, the plate combusted, turning his little meal into a barbecue.

Yarg laughed uproariously, leaning so far back in his mirth that he fell right off his stool, landing with an 'oompf'.

Whenever I see a Fire, I try to put it out. 'Cept unlike the usual methods, I use OIL!!

- Yarg



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 07, 2006, 10:51:23 AM
I showed this to you, so you know that magic is a force to be warned, but not to be feared. I can also summon lightnings... so being in a tree isn't of help Xun, you can go to the school, and learn a bit of this.

With this Orril rised his right hand and closed his eyes again, focused for a minute or more and suddenly opened his eyes and claped with force his hands, but the clap sounded more like a thunder, a branch near Xun's was striked by a lightning, the branch felt to the ground.

See Xun, you can guard of magic if you distract the mage, if you flee you can be death elf. As you may noted by this time, I close my eyes for focus, this time is very important, and is the only time you can defend yourself.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 07, 2006, 12:01:23 PM
As the man left his money and moved off, Torscha breathed a sigh of relief, and his shoulders, held straight as a soldier's on parade, slumped as he leaned a trifle more heavily on his staff, favouring Malavon with a weary smile. "Thank you for the support, my friend; I must admit to having much more of bravado than I do of skill or strength or cunning in the ways of war. I am glad your skills, formidable as I'm sure they are, were not necessary. It seems I owe you much more than just a drink."

Seeing Twen regarding the money on the counter, Torscha approached her, and was about to lay a hand on her arm to inquire after her well-being, when there was a splash of flame, wafting heat across his skin, and the smell of something burning drifted by.

F-fire!

Unable to help himself, he flinched back, hunching his shoulders to make himself a smaller target, eyes wide and wild as his grip on the staff tightened until the wood creaked. A whimper escaped from his lips, as he fought with all his accumulated strength and experience against the terror that welled up from within him, the fear of a small child magnified man-size, born of memories of a sea of flame and screams that no human throat should have been able to produce, and of the nauseating stench of seared flesh.

His scars seemed to throb in sympathetic response to that flowering of flame, which seemed to have devoured the erstwhile scoundrel's plate and incidentally his meal. Torscha slowly got control of himself, fighting back helpless tears of old rage and regret.

His back burned, and he turned to Twen with a forced smile, hoping that his lapse had not been noticed amidst the fracas over the sudden eruption of flame. "Lady, might I prevail upon you to grant me use of your well? I have need of some quantity of cold, clean water, to... wash the dust of the road off myself. I am in no... fit state to be in the presence of a lady, especially one such as yourself. Kindly allow me the blessed touch of water."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 07, 2006, 04:26:23 PM
As the Orril summoned thunder without warning, Xun was startled as the branch was struck. He looks at Orril and thinks,  Wow, this is so cool! Man, he is powerful! Xun climbs down the tree and says to Orril

"I get it. So you have to do, uh, incantations or such to use the magic. While you are doing that, I should strike really quickly! If I distract you, you cant use magic! ahh, thank you for teaching me a bit against mages. So, show me what you got! Let's have a quick battle before the dwarf comes out, just for practice!"

Xun gets into his ready position, with his sword close at hand and an arrow knocked to his bow. He looks at Orril, waiting for him to start muttering or such, closing his eyes.  

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on June 07, 2006, 07:30:23 PM
Kaelan stopped, staring in surprise at the meal he'd just spent a small fortune on quite literally burst into flames. His smile faded into something considerably more curious, and his eyes passed onto first the gambler, then the warrior, jumping to the hobbit as he burst out laughing and fell from his perch. With a light smile of amusement, Kaelan walked toward him, sitting on the stool next to the one the hobbit had been occupying, and setting the plate down on the bar before that stool.  He simply sat and waited for the poor fellow to finish his laughing fit, which couldn't last forever.

Why do you ask?

Edited by: Aueniteri at: 6/8/06 11:41


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 08, 2006, 02:43:23 AM
Well, As you want Xun.

Orril answered and strarted to focus, this time he didn't closed his eyes, expecting this would confuse Xun. After a minute Orril saw his hands, or better say he didn't saw his hands, Hide spell was active. Now he moved near Xun, tapping his shoulder and running in other way, expecting a slash from Xun's sword.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 08, 2006, 07:34:23 AM
Xun slashed at every tap on the shoulder, tap, slash! Tap, slash! Eventually, he decided a new strategy. He started to swing every direction behind and to the sides, hoping to hit Orril when he tried to tap him.

"Argghh! This is not real fighting! come out and fight like a real elf! unless you are lie those little peaceful elves. God, I hope not, I do not like those type that never even try to fight. Don't mind the peacefulness though."

Xun finally felt a tap, though now expecting it, he swings immedietly in the direction, almost impossible to avoid.

"Ha! let's see you dodge this one!"

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 08, 2006, 08:31:23 AM
With a surpresive slash comming from Xun and the taunt Orril felt to the ground and returned to the visibility, as fast as he could he taked a punch of sand and blowed to it, focusing to increase its speed and movement. The sand cloud flew to Xun's face, Orril expected that Xun flinched with a sand cloud flying that fast, but ready to use another time the sand cloud he picked another punch and said

You don't want that I use my whole power right? I mean, I could fire you with a lightning, so espect defense over offence... is rare that I do that. I must congrat you, you actually made me lose an spell.  

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 08, 2006, 10:26:23 AM
Xun covered his eyes and backed away at the first sand cloud, then ran through it. His eyes still hurting, he looked for Orril. He was sitting on the ground, taking more hand fulls of sand and blowing it Ha! He must have not seen me getting out of the sand cloud! Xun goes up to Orril's back, silently, and prepares to hit Orril lightly with the flat of his blade.

Hi!

At this, Xun let out his blow, going straight towards Orrils back.

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 08, 2006, 12:23:23 PM
Huh...

With no time to react Orril got the hit, luckily it was just practise.

Very good Xun, now what you do with this?

Orril launched a full hand at Xun's face and rolled to the front while focusing on himself, aumenting the movement to become a tumbling mage that fleed to some peds away from Xun. His fast movement rised another sand cloud, he arose from the sand and got of the dust.

Now Xun... let me show you for what are good the basic spells in combat.

With this Orril take a deep breath and closed his eyes, knowing that Xun could and provably would attack him. He sits to focus, preparing a gust of wind, he focused, waiting for Xun came closer, a mischievous smile appeared again in his face. Yes, dust and wind... let me show you what can do.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 08, 2006, 01:12:23 PM
Phyth stared abesent mindedly at the other side of the bar, not caring what happened unless it affected him. He looked at the jug of Arti wine, debating whether or not to take some while no one was looking. Better not. You've already made the barmaid mad once, no need to do it again. He jumped suddenly after he heard a loud whoosh. Turning quickly around, Phyth saw the warrior's plate on fire, burning his food to a crisp. For a moment he thought Twen's glare actually did cause the fire, only to hear laughing coming from a small hobbit. He grinned as the hobbit fell off his stool, then broke out laughing as he was convinced it was the hobbit that started the fire.

Shaking his head, Phyth turned his attention back to the bar to see if all was well. It wasn't. He saw Torscha shrinking from the fire, a frightened look in his eyes. Frowning in concern, he started walking in the direction of the bar, looking at Torscha the whole time. The man looked terrible. Finally he was not able to take it any longer. He ran over to the bar, careful not to step on the hobbit lying on the floor. The warrior had just sat down in a stool with his burned plate, but Phyth didn't bother to avoid him. He ran past and shoved the man and his stool to the side. He suddenly caught himself, but still not even bothering to look at the man to see if he fell, he walked over to Torscha with a look of concern on his face.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 08, 2006, 04:03:23 PM
The sound of approaching footsteps alerted Torscha to another's approach; he took a deep breath, steadying himself on his staff as he looked up, trying for a smile and making do with an ashen grimace. If he hadn't been in his current condition, he might have found the look of concern on the face of someone who had just a little while ago been summarily unfriendly towards him amusing.

As it was, he felt unaccountably grateful for anyone's concern; on the heels of that gratitude was a wave of self-loathing. Disgusting. It's been so long, and still...

"I'm fine," he said, trying for 'gruff'. The dryness of his throat helped; his voice emerged cracked and hoarse. "I'm just awaiting the lady's permission to use the premises to bathe. I think I may have had too much to drink on a mostly-empty stomach." He tried smiling again; still falling rather far short of the mark. "I'll be outside, taking some air and seeing to my horse. Friend Malavon, might you or Phyth here notify me when this mess is sorted out, and if our hostess decides that her kindness extends to allowing a weary traveller to wash the dust of the road from himself?"

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on June 08, 2006, 08:20:23 PM
Malavon was seeing the warrior leaving the bar when suddenly his plate burst into flames , feelings that Malavon tried so hard to hide , to forget , came back.

The fear , the sorrow of losing Amelia , made him to froze , he only moved when he hear a laught , looking around he saw the halfling almost bursting into tear of laughter.

Malavon fear and sorrow turned into hate , reaching for the sword why that little when he noticed Torscha , he like him became mortified by the apperance of the fire.

Well it seems that fire upsets someone more than me , Torscha expression was of pure terror .
I wonder what his reasons ?


With a comprehensive smile , Malavon heard  as Torscha asked him and Pyth that in the meantime came near Torscha to comfort him much to Malavon suprise , to warn him as soon Twen allowed him to fresh up.

Malavon - Aye Torsha , rest assured , i will call as soon Twen says something .

By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 6/8/06 12:44


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on June 08, 2006, 10:12:23 PM
Gamaliel noted the glare his brother often give to strangers who offends him or his pig. He finished his mug of beer, set it on the table, and talked to his brother in an effort to calm him.
Never mind that stupid elf, brother. Wise as he thinks he may be, he would not have the wisdom and understanding that you have. While he goes around and indulges in everything that is reckless, stupid, and worthless, you, on the other hand, have spent that time helping others who are in need. Refusing to fight for foolish things even if you're being taunted and insulted is proof of your excellent knowledge and wisdom that your 100 years had given you.
Squeak squeak.
He poured himself another mug of the same beer, gave a praise and a toast to Thorgas, and drank the contents of the wooden mug, a feeling of ecstasy in him as the ice-cold liquid flowed through his throat.
You know brother, I have that same silverine figure of Torosar that I made for you while I'm training in the  mines. I'll just attach this to the cover of your book and it will look real nice, and perfect, for a sorcerer of your caliber.
He took out a little shiny staff and showed it to his brother, returned it to his pocket and gave him a smile.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 09, 2006, 01:00:23 AM
The air outside was crisp, although the day was gradually getting warmer. Torscha gulped several lungfuls of the cool air, and finally expelled his breath with a whooshing sigh, leaning heavily upon his staff. This early in the day, and he felt emotionally exhausted. It took too much out of him to fight those rogue memories that refused to be stilled.

He headed over to the stables, deciding to ignore the little scrap between the two elves who had taken their conversation outside. One of them at least was obviously a mage, and while Torscha did not share the native loathing of magic that some others did, it made him uneasy. And fire magic exponentially moreso.

The scars across his back burned and seemed to tighten. I'll need that bath soon. I hope Twen makes up her mind, although it seems she has more than enough on her hands.

He ducked inside the cool dimness of the stables. The stableboy had unharnessed Smoke, and lay dozing in a pile of hay in the corner. The stable was well-populated, with at least one other steed of a breed he could recognise: a full Centoraurian war-horse, probably belonging to that man who carried the look of the mercenary about him. Of the motley crew in the tavern, only he had looked competent enough to provide adequate care for such a magnificent beast. Torscha resisted the urge to pat the beast's muzzle: Centoraurian horses knew their masters, and those bred for war were famously hostile to strangers, and he would need his fingers for that night's performance.

Smoke stood in the corner, slouching, if horses could be said to slouch, nibbling listlessly at the feed the boy had provided. He trusted the inn enough to know that it wasn't the quality of the feed that suffered: Smoke had a way of doing everything with an air of dejected lassitude. Normally, he found it annoying, but the pony's mellow nature soothed him then.

The packs previously strapped onto Smoke's back lay in a pile on the floor. Torscha rummaged through them and came up with an old brush and currycomb, and began to groom Smoke, brushing the dust from its coat.

It's been a long time since I was on the plains, but I guess old habits die hard. Looking to your horse before oneself... Mama would have smiled.

The scars throbbed, and he applied himself to the therapeutic work of slowly cleansing his creature of dust. While Smoke's coat was by no means sleek and glossy, the gray that lurked beneath the brown was at least more attractive than its dirtied dun hue.

Smoke, of course, was suspicious enough to be discomfited by her normally diffident master's sudden concern, and actually looked at him.

Torscha smiled, and a little of that pain went out of him, and he stroked Smoke's soft muzzle. "I'll be fine. Don't I always pull through?"

Smoke whickered in a way that could only be called sarcastic.

"Hey, watch your manners, or I'll be boiling you down for glue. Skinny nag like you'd probably only manage to fill half a po--Hey!"

He snatched his fingers back just in time to avoid Smoke's yellow teeth from challenging the commonly-held notion that horses were herbivores, and applied himself industriously to his work.  

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 09, 2006, 10:43:23 AM
Xun runs toward Orril as soon as Orril had closed his eyes to focus. Xun raises his scimitar, preparing to hit Orril with the flat of his blade, but a strong gust of wind blew him back.

"Right! so if I don't make in time, I will probably get hit, aye Orril?"

Xun stops trying to run and sheathes his scimitar. He takes out his bow and arrows, pads the arrow he takes out so it wouldn't hurt much, and prepared to fire, awaiting a reaction from Orril.

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 09, 2006, 11:07:23 AM
Initially the mage broke out into full laughter as the mans plate burst into flames, tiny head leaning away from the human in an attempt to hide her face behind a veil of golden curls. Quickly nimble hands began to gather the warriors money from the bar, the echoes of the hobbits laughter incensing her own.

Only the quick movement of Torscha shifted her gaze from hiding, she recognized that fear cascading over her new found friend. More than one student within Ximax carried that horror upon their face after wounding themselves with the subtle touch of fire. This had caused more than one practitioner to cease all further learning in the arts, without doubt a fear born within the souls of those that felt its vile touch. Twen had lost more than one friend to the chaos of her element and could only guess at what feelings could be raging within the wanderer.

His words lost in palatable sorrow the elfess felt with the realization that Torscha would most likely be revolted at who she was, not like most were not already, but his fears lay in the most basic of the elfs life long studies. A few quick steps were taken as Twen considered hastening after him and trying to help, but the advance of the warrior towards Yarg caused her to stop mid-stride. Only a few blinks passed as the man placed his smoldering plate down upon the bar, before she rushed after the troubled drifter. Yargs jovial laughter ringing in her ears as she made it passed the threshold of the front door.

Sandaled feet skidded to a halt in the desert sand, not more than a ped from the entranceway of the Herald. Fair-haired tresses fell about her delicate face in a ballet of curls, strands of them stuck to the welling tears in grey eyes. Her tear-filled gaze crooked back to peer at the warrior and Yarg as she took a few light steps and rested a petite shoulder against the doorframe.

She watched with a grief stricken visage as Torscha continued to walk away. Its better I say naught about myself for he would just harbor the same distain for me as most others. When he calms himself a bit I shall speak to him of his fears though .. if he wishes. Supple cheek came to rest upon her shoulder and the doorframe as she just stared to the stables for a bit.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 09, 2006, 11:19:23 AM
Smoke's coat was as glossy as it was going to get. Torscha put down the brush and comb and leaned back against the rough wood of the stall, the pleasant ache in his arms deadening himself to that other fatigue. "That's all your getting, pampered beast," he told Smoke.

The pony just gave him a narrow look and snorted.

Sweat trickled down his back, stinging against the scars that remained raw despite their age. I could really do with that bath now, he thought, cheered a little by the prospect of being clean again, after long days on the road. I'll go see how things in the taproom are going.

Leaving the stables, squinting a little against the sudden brightness of the morning sun, he was surprised to find Twen leaning against the doorframe. His eyes, momentarily-dazzled by the sunlight, were unable to make out her expression, but her posture seemed troubled.

Then again, who wouldn't be, considering the state of her establishment?

Leaning on his staff, he walked over, smiling as warmly as he felt able. "Wrinkle not your brows, lady; Ava did not intend for the elves to bear the lines of age. Pardon my presumption, but you seem a little... unwell. Is aught amiss?"

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 09, 2006, 02:22:23 PM
Orril opened his eyes for a moment, to see Xun taking his bow.

Haven't you learn yet Xun? Anything that moves is mine, but come on, try it.

Knowing he will have problems if Xun really used an arrow to attack, because the speed... only... a lightning could do it, if the taunt didn't makde Xun flintch and think twice about it, he would need to use Static Bolt as a shield of lightnings... Closing his eyes started to focus again, puting his hands to the front, like if he were touching a wall, his fingers were separated, few sparks flew between them as the spell charged up. When the blow reaches a distance, the lightning will jump to it, preventing it to reach me. then Orril waited, a low lightning hit wouldn't kill Xun if he flinched, and his Simitar would ensure the hit though, the lightning wouldn't stop completily the arrow, but would launch it to other place...

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 09, 2006, 02:50:23 PM
Phyth shook his head slightly. The patrons and their actions were certainly...odd. But then, they probably think the same about me.
Sighing, he walked back over to the table with his drink. He reached a hand to grab his cup, then stopped himself, staring at the jug of Arti wine. Taking a good look around for the barmaid, he found her leaning against the doorway. Good...Don't want to upset anyone.
He brought his hand over the table and "accidently" grabbed the mug belonging to the dark elf, which was half filled with the wine. I doubt he'll be wanting it, he thought as he looked outside. Bringing it up to his lips, Phyth downed it in one gulp.

Phyth sat the cup back on the table with satisfaction. He quietly dropped eight sans on the table and silently walked to the doorway. He reached the elfmaid and tapped her gently on the shoulder. "Can I get through?" he said gruffly.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on June 09, 2006, 08:15:23 PM
Hate was in Malavon eyes as he looked to the halfling that started the fire , however one could see that his eyes became more gentle as he rested in Twens .

She is worried with Torscha , like me she must have noticed his terror , when the flame bursted .
But even so her look...

I wonder if is something else that worries her ?
It seems there is something else in this ... concern.


Then his smile became more open as he looked Torscha walk and spoke to her .

Yes Torscha , speak to her , open yourself  to her .
I believe that both of you need the comfort that only each other can give .


Feeling more lonely that ever , Malavon  left returning to the bar , to his thougths.

By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 6/9/06 12:26


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on June 10, 2006, 12:17:23 AM
Hush now, don't mind him, brother. He just needs something to take away his boredom, although in a very foolish manner. What a waste... Young elf full of energy just squandering it away. Anyway thank you for those kind words, they were a great help.
As he finished speaking, Gamaliel reached into his pocket and showed him a silverine figure of Torosar. His eyes grew large with happiness as his brother explained to him that he'll put it on the book's cover that very day.
Very well made, brother! I'd expect nothing less from an expert blacksmith. Come, let us finish this pitcher quickly so that we may go to my room.
Pouring every last drop from the jar into his mug and drinking it empty, he gave a contented sigh as he lit his pipe and proceeded smoking. Thorgas stood up and brushed the bits of food on his clothes, and then led the way to his room for some after breakfast chat. He motioned to his brother to follow as he walked down the hallway to his room, leaving a trail of mint-smelling smoke.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cronah S Achran on June 10, 2006, 06:01:23 AM
Cronah saw the sun rise above the tavern. He had been there last night but he hadn't been able to get a room, and had been kicked out after the last round. He had slept in the surroundings just like he always did when he was travelling. But today he planned to get a room and get some well-deserved rest. Once on the premises he noticed a duel between two elfs, but he had no intentions to get involved, so he walked on. He walked up to the door but before entering he whistled. There the large owl flew over, flapping his wings, landing on his shoulder.

* Grunt..., you had a feast last night, didn't ya ? No breakfast for you today.* He said to the owl while entering.

When he entered he saw that there was a good lot of activity in the tavern. The bar maiden, the lass he had heard many rumors about was bussy so he decided to wait at a table for a while, watching the lot before he would order breakfast. First he had to have some breakfast, else he would starve.
# First I'll eat, then i will have a chat.# He thought.
He putted Zeth next to him and started to watch the people, waiting for the fair maiden to take his order.

Cronah S Achran

Stories become real once you read them.

Edited by: Cronah S Achran  at: 6/9/06 23:29


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on June 10, 2006, 09:57:23 AM
Yawning lazily Cherri covered her mouth with long slender fingers.  She was beginning to grow tired being idle for it was not something she was used to.  The smell of a smoldering fire made its way to her finely chisled nose and she instictly sat up a little straighter.  She hoped no one was trying to set the tavern on fire again then Cherri's violet eyes moved easily towards the door as a shirtless elf made his way into the tavern and coldly speak to another patron.  

Cherri's eyes fell back upon those gathered a the bar.  So far only men had decided to participate of the drinking games that were either about to commence or had already, she really couldn't tell for all were acting like fools.  She smiled at the thought of being so carefree.  She was beginning to grow homesick and became lost in thought.  She was still young, had studied most of her life and for it was rewarded with fairly good control of the element wind, but had not really experienced much of fun.  How dull and droll she must seem to those who encounter her.  Cherri watched the barmaid who seemed to infect everyone around her with lightheartedness and instant fiery attraction.  She hung onto that last thought for a moment.  'Fiery.'  That word seemed to fit the elfess rather nicely.  Something wild and not tamed and more beautiful for that very reason.  

Cherri's thoughts turned toward mages and she took note that many in the room were just that.  Most people did not like mages and would run them out of town of cower before them.  Something about being able to truelly manipulate the elements scared most commoners.  Twen for example would make a perfect fire mage, that is if she wasn't already.  Something about the way she carried herself and in her eyes that seemed wiser beyond what she appeared told Cherri she was probably just that, a fire mage.  Still looking on the patrons gathered at the bar and lost her happy thoughts Cherri's attention was quickly diverted as from the corner of her eye she caught movement towards her.  The smell smoke was quickly filling her senses and the male elf she had watched enter was standing, no bowing before her making an introduction.  

Cherri noticed his finely sculpted muscles and his strong hand as he gently yet firmly lifted her own from the table and lightly brushed his lips across her knuckles.  Cherri watched Drasil rise above her and a slight blush crept up from the low square neck of her gown to stain a light rosey red across her pale complexion.  

Cherri inclined her head, tendrils of soft silvery hair falling over her should as she did, but her jeweled head piece holding it at bay.  "Good morning M'Lord Drasil." Cherri let the words roll off her tounge easily in her slightly melodious voice.  "My name is Cherri." Cherri motioned to the empty chair next to her, which would also give Drasil a good view of the bar, for him to take a seat. "I would be most pleased if you join me this morn." Violet eyes caught in Drasil's golden ones as she watched his muscles move ripple beneath his skin as he moved.  

Cherri's eye drifted past Draisil back to the bar where there was a commotion going on.  Apparently someone felt the need to raid Twen's food stores and this did not sit well with Twen.  Then just as everything seemed to calm down the plate that the man had been carrying loaded with food suddenly caught fire turning his food into ashes.  Cherri's eyes quickly looked about those at the bar and came to lay upon the hobbit.  'Fire mage of a dangerous sort.'  Cherri thought.  She would have to keep an eye on him for he seemed more michevious than his kind usually were.  Fire was nothing to play with and the element being manipulated by a prankster could very well end badly for all.

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"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer"



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 10, 2006, 01:28:23 PM
The sight of the wanderer returning so hastily from the stables caught the mage a bit off guard. Having left him almost unobserved, her mind lost in thoughts of times long since gone,  until he had come relatively close. The elfess swiftly turned her head away from his approach and began to scan the happenings within The Herald.  A small hand lifted to confiscate blonde strands from nearly dried tears that had reached the brink of overflowing, before her realization that Torscha was indeed ok. The halfling and the warrior had not come to words or blows as of yet which began to set her troubled mind at ease.

Dear Ava do not go to far my friend Yarg, the human seems unpleased. Would hate to bring fuel to the fire, but I suppose that is what you and I are meant for. The drifters kind words brought her delicate face once more to face him; the maiden quickly veiled her unease behind an impish beam, though it did little to conceal the reddishness within grey eyes. A tiny hand rose to pat Torscha gently upon the shoulder before melodic words began to roll soothingly over supple lips. I am well MLord, twas only my concern for you that caused me to fret so. The hand fell from his shoulder and became hidden behind her as it went to rest upon the small of her petite back.

Metallic grey eyes diverting from the wanderer and settled upon the stables before she continued on. Maybe we could chat a bit after yee get washed up MLord? I also still await a tale from yee, I am almost beside myself with anticipation. She drifted off into thought for a few blinks, bottom lip placed between her teeth. The gesture could easily have been interpreted as mischievous or teasing if not for the serious gaze that played over ancient elven eyes.

A wisp of a sigh escaped the mage before she spoke on. There are buckets upstairs MLord and water in the well if yee care to refresh yourself before this day gets into full swing. Would indeed be more pleasant to carry the water needed before Injera starts to burn brightly in the noonday sky.  

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 11, 2006, 02:17:23 PM
Phyth sighed with impatience and, not bothering to wait for an answer from Twen, squeezed through the doorway and began heading for the stables. He surveyed his surroundings keenly. The two elves, the mage and the one that announced himself as the dark elf, were in some sort of practice fight out front. Torscha was walking to the entrance of the tavern. Phyth's long strides soon brought him to the stables.

 Phyth entered the stables quietly and checked to make sure all was well. Satisfied, he turned to the dirty stablehand who was cleaning the place. He pulled out twenty sans from his sack and held them out. "These are for you. No one goes near her," he said gruffly, motioning to Iago, "including you. If anyone goes near, you call for me." He leaned in close. "Understand?"

 The stablehand nodded and accepted the money, his eyes widening at Phyth. He shook his head and walked over to Iago's stall. She whinnied happily as he ran his hand down her snout. He reached for the brush and began to run it down her coat again. In a hurry for him to finish, Iago stamped her hooves impatiently, eyeing  Torscha's pony with disdain. I hope it doesn't get to close to her, he thought, unless it wants to end it's miserable looking existance.

 He finished the brushing, and Iago neighed the horse equivelent of a sigh, glad Phyth was finally done with the it. As she walked over to the other side of the stall, he watched curiously. She grabbed the edge of her saddle with her teeth and began to drag it to him. Phyth smiled, picked the saddle off of the ground, and began to put it on her. He finished strapping it on and grabbed the bridle, sliding it over her nose. I could use a ride before it gets to hot, he thought as he led her out of the stables.

 After they left the stables, he put one foot in the sturrup, grabbed the reins, and hauled himself expertly on her back. Iago began pulling at the reins immediatly, but Phyth kept her at a brisk trot. He brought her around to look at the tavern. Confident all was well, he sighed in content. It doesn't get much better than this. It's not the Aurora plains, but it will do. He turned in the direction of the plains and let go of the reins. Instantly Iago broke into a fast gallop, and they sped across the plains. Our idea of fun, he thought with glee.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 11, 2006, 03:59:23 PM
Xun looked at Orril, not even flinching at the taunt. He takes the arrow, and knowing it was padded so it would not hurt much, he fired.

"Ha! Orril, you must know by now. I am pretty smart, and I know the speed of the arrow would give you know time at all, not even a second, to let you cast a spell. It is bound to hit you, except, if, I, miss?"

Xun said this as his arrow flew right past Orril's face and into the sand. Xun quickly tried to grab another arrow, but he just kept on flinching, knowing that Orril could cast another spell.

"Crud! I rarely miss! you are so lucky!"

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 12, 2006, 01:22:23 AM
"Concern? For me? I humbly beg pardon; it was no intention of mine to distress you." He ventured a bow, not so jaunty or rakish as it might have been, but a fair attempt. "In truth, I was not quite myself back then. I hope you will not think me superstitious or cowardly, lady; I am not so callow as to be ignorant of the wonders this world is wrought with. But I do not take easily to magic; it startles me, sometimes, especially when exhibited in such an unannounced and violent fashion." Beneath the brim of his hat, his eyes darkened. "Magic is too great a thing to be used irresponsibly, frivolously."

Then he forced a chuckle, aware of the gravity of his words, and how pompous he had to seem, lecturing an elf about magic in her own doorway. "Ah, but where would we get stories from, if everyone behaved in a right and proper fashion? Certainly, in a straightlaced world there would be no place for odd folks like myself, who wander disreputable and woefully unwashed." His crooked smile came more easily this time. "As to your little chat, I'd be glad to oblige, when I've rendered myself somewhat less malodorous and offensive to the eye. It's the least I could do, although I'd warn against you try to coax too many stories out of me before the evening. I do make my living telling tales, y'know; it wouldn't do at all for me to give too much away. We drifters must keep our mystique about us; it's all that beguiles the ladies, and we'd be sorely pressed without that little advantage, I expect."

With that, he strode off, deliberatel blithe but not so much that he'd missed the look in her eyes, gray the colour of stormy skies, with something as deep and dark in them as still waters. Had there been a suggestion of... tears?

He shook himself. He prided himself somewhat on being able to read women -- it was, after all, part of how he made his living -- but the elf was a closed book to him. Or at least one he was quite sure had a surprise ending. She seemed cheery enough, and kind, and it was easy to assume that because of that she was simple, but something about the way she carried herself indicated to him, who was himself a fairly proficient player on the stage, that that innocuous smile hid more than it revealed.

Just as well, he thought to himself wryly. At least I'll have a good reason for being fascinated, as I suppose I am.

All the more reason to make sure I do a thorough job on that cleaning.


Fetching the bucket, he made his way to where the well, a venerable affair of stone kept in good repair, squatted, and drew himself a bucket of water that to the touch was cold enough to send goosebumps prickling across his skin.

So much the better. Without thought as to whether anyone might be watching, he stripped down to his breeches and doused himself thoroughly with the cold water, unable to prevent the sudden bout of shivering that seized him. At least the coolness extinguished the burn of his scars, that stretched, old and ragged, across his back, painful-looking weals of scar tissue raised by the long-ago kiss of flame.

So much the better.

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 12, 2006, 02:30:23 AM
The spell relased a little spark that was so fast that Xun even failed to note it, the spark made the arrow fly in other direction, though it weren't very far from his original destination.

As long as I stay here and focused nothing can damage me... The problem is how long i can hold this.

Thought Orril as he focused, now he would make the spark a bit bigger so Xun note it and forces him to think in other way to attack, to give Orril time to use another spell. He focused in a bigger spark, making the radio of the protective lightning a bit bigger.  

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.

Edited by: so orril miesefer  at: 6/12/06 5:15


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on June 12, 2006, 10:28:23 AM
Gamaliel noted the expression his brother gave when he saw the figurine, as if Thorgas found a priceless treasure in the tiny silver piece. Emptying his mug of beer, he set it down the table and said:
heh, I've been making it during those times that I am training in the forge. Now that the beer is gone, and all thanks to you, let's go to your room.
He stood up and brushed the bits of food from his clothes. Taking his pipe from his bag, he lighted it and proceeded smoking, while following Thorgas to where he is sleeping.
After we have a little morning chat, would you like to go out and have a little walk outside the tavern? The crisp and cool desert morning should prepare us in another round of beer! Just bring your things and have the staff in your hand, for protection, of course. You might want to bring Buri, too!
He gave a loud, booming laugh and slapped Thorgas playfully on the back, occasionally letting out a cloud of smoke and a few snorts from all that laughter.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 12, 2006, 11:59:23 AM
Grey eyes stared intently into his as he spoke of fears and magic, only a light nod at his words revealing any emotion to his statements. Though she had many fears of her own, magic was not one of them, for it was often times the one thing she had to hold the dark nightmares that haunted her at a distance. It was one study over her lifetime that gave hope to the ceaseless lingering horrors that have followed upon every footstep for the past two centuries. A shoulder placed against the doorframe as she continued to listen to the long rhetoric, her mind working quickly over the wanderers assumptions of magic.

Frail arms crossed over lithe stomach as he continued on about how stories and such came to pass. It never ceased to amaze the elf how humans seemed to gather so much over such a short time. She doubted anything Torscha would recant for her would be disappointing in anyway; the man seemed well-traveled to say the least. Long lashes covered the narrow slits of her metallic grey eyes as a radiant beam once more filled delicate features. He turned from her to make his approach to the well; she contemplated for a moment of letting him know of the baths upstairs, but simply shrugged fragile shoulders nonchalantly and continued to watch him.

An shltn cr'rell qu avennin m'kri. Soft and melodic words she unleashed upon his back as he walked away, the harmony of them mixing with the zephyrs of the desert and prancing away amongst them. A cascade of golden curls fell to veil one ancient eye in the shadow of darkness the other studied the human intently as he began his bath. A hand rose quickly to cease a gasp of surprise as the scars across his back were revealed, leaving behind any questions she had of his fear of fire. Surely what had happened to him had almost taken his life, the mage's heart flooded with sorrow for him. Yet there was naught the elf could do without making him feel uncomfortable at the moment

Quickly turning about as to not make it appear like she was staring, Twen sauntered back into the depths of the main hall. An unwavering gaze focused upon the hobbit and the warrior seated next to him, surely the tentative peace amongst those two would break. She wagered Yarg would not be an easy target for the man to tie down if he decided to turn things to the violent side. The hobbit had survived this long with his cruel pranks and he knew them all very well. Walking to stand behind the counter she leaned against a rack of bottles at the back of the bar near where the two sat. What to do if these gentlemen take this beyond harsh words?

An intense glare set upon the warrior, she simply whispered to him "Fi" as she shook her head no. Golden curls shimmered in the dim light of the hall, yet an almost visible fire could be seen raging in the depths of ancient eyes, easily noted if the man paid notice to such things.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)

Edited by: Twen  Araerwen  at: 6/12/06 17:42


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 13, 2006, 01:06:23 AM
Torscha sighed with something approaching relief as he wiped the water from his body. As much as he loved the touch of water, he'd catch his death in the morning chill if he wasn't brisk with his ablutions.

Unselfconsciously, he quickly changed his clothes with the clean set in his saddlebags, wryly thinking, If mother could only see me now. I used to hate getting changed. Now, I'd consider it a blessing if I owned enough clothes to change more frequently. His fingers found a weaknesses in the weave of his -- now damp -- shirt, and he ruefully poked it through and wriggled it. This will need stitching. Ah, more work. What would I do without it? Rot away to nothing, probably.

With all the economical grace of someone well-used to those domestic skills necessary for those who lived alone, he fetched some cord from his bags and strung up a clothesline from one of the stable's standing posts to a nearby sapling. He washed his old, travel-stained clothes in a bucket, not quite thoroughly, but enough to be wearable when they'd dried, before hanging them out to dry. He'd stitch up the rip after; if he did it now, the shrinking cloth might rip further.

Torscha considered looking for the elven barmaid, and then decided against it. As much as I'd love another little chat with her, I'm sure she needs some time on her own to set her taproom aright. That bunch in there would run her off her feet in no time; best let her cope first. The pang he felt at foregoing her conversation, if only for a short time, was both bemusing and a little alarming. She is, he thought ruefully, altogether far too good at this. Too effortlessly kind and lovely for it to be truly effortless. Especially not for someone to whom my life is but an eyeblink. There's no telling how old she is, or what she's seen. Even someone like me must seem callow in comparison. Ah, well. One does one's best, I suppose, and there might be a song or two I know that she hasn't heard; or at least, hasn't heard in a while.

Mulling over that evening's repertoire cheered him considerably, and soon he was whistling a jaunty little tune as he sat on a hummock of grass, unsheathing rapier and poniard and laying them across his knees. They were plain weapons, and he felt no sentimental attachments to them, not like warriors were wont to wax lyrical over their swords. They had served him well, and he trusted them to do their job when necessary, but he had known those who spoke of unsheathing a sword with the same reverence as letting a bride's gown fall to the floor; those, he suspected, had issues.

Unrolling a small bundle of leather, he took out the whetstones, of three different grades ranging from coarse to fine, and sharpened the weapons in their turn. Time and hard use had put nicks in both that no amount of effort with a stone would take out, but it was just as well. The notches were souvenirs in their own way; Torscha remembered each of them, and how they'd been delivered, and how near he'd been each time to dying. It was as good a thought as any to hold in mind while seeing to one's weapons. Thinking of death helped to keep one focused on the task at hand; a moment's inattention could lead to neglect, and negligence, he knew well, was as large a factor in defeat as any other tactical shortcoming.

The rasp of the stone against the steel provided a discordant counterpoint to his whistling, which he tried to modify to compensate, timing the smooth, long strokes of the implement down the edge of the weapon with his tune, to an oddly melodic effect. He honed both the poniard's edges down to the hilt, and in passing checked that the leather-wrapped hilt was holding up well; the wrapping had split on him once, almost making him drop the poniard. If it hadn't been for the intercession of a quick-thinking friend, he wouldn't have survived to whistle jauntily beside a well-stocked inn. Running his fingers over the many nicks in the poniard's quillons was enough to make him smile briefly; he'd been told that he relied too much on his main gauche for parrying. Something that still needed work.

The rapier received a slightly different treatment. While the leading edge was honed to the same screaming sharpness, the reverse was only sharpened for about six inches from the tip. The rest of it he left blunt. Taking too much steel off with a stone was a good way to set one's blade up to snap in a fight, and in the off-chance he found himself corps-a-corps, the ability to push with one hand on the blade might just turn a battle. He paid especial attention to the tip. Too blunt, and it would catch in all sorts of things.

By the time he occupied himself with oil and rag to wipe them down, he found himself, unaccountably, in good spirits, and it was somewhat cleaner, albeit smelling slightly of oil and steel, that he went back to the taproom, leaving his staff with Smoke and the rest of his belongings. It would avail him little within the confines of the building, and he did not intend to use it, anyway. The place was altogether far too nice to stain with blood, especially his own.

I wonder, he thought, if the lady elf might be amenable to having our little chat now.

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 13, 2006, 03:27:23 AM
Her gaze still intent upon Yarg and the warrior as she nimbly made a winding pathway across the hall, she had noticed the other elfesss motion for service before the chaos had ensued. Yet the shirtless elf had joined her since that time without a doubt they both had been waiting the majority of this time. She stood at the side of their table, a warm smile upon supple lips as tiny hands fell to brush lightly over the hem of the desert dress. Grey eyes focused upon Cherri as stray curls once again cascaded down to cover one eye. I apologize to yee maam, seems the men are a bit rowdy this morning. I hope my lateness has not caused yee any inconvenience.

Both frail hands came to rest upon the oaken surface of the table as she crooked her neck to peer over a petite shoulder. She studied the warrior and the hobbit with close scrutiny before once again turning to face Drasil and the magess. Supple lips pursed lightly as she blew at stray golden locks in a feeble attempt to remove them from her eyes. What I would not give for a forested glade and a fresh stream in these lands. This heat is near unbearable at this time of year. The corner of her lips raising in a frivolous smirk though a hint of perspiration beaded upon her brow. More a product of recent events than the heat, though the elf had the presence of mind to not let it appear that such happenings had rattled her.

Is there something I could get yee this fine morning? Ancient eyes scanned over the shirtless elf as Twen spoke to the other female. Tis good that yee wear some clothing. Would not be the first heathen I have met to walk nearly naked amongst civilization, if this place could be called that. She took mental note of the mans calloused hands and his plethora of weapons, though they concerned her little as most mundane weapons of war did. They had however raised the elfs concerns that he may be nearly as volatile as the pair now on the verge of bloodshed at the bar.  

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on June 13, 2006, 08:40:23 AM
Cherri gave a lsight shake of her head indicating that the wait had not been of any great concern for her.  She watched Twen careful gaze towards the bar and took note to make sure she too kept an eye on the two at the bar in case things became hostile.  It would not due for her to get caught in the middle of another scraping that was none of her concern.  The hobbit very well could burn the entire place down around their ears tho and this thought caused Cherri's brown to slightly wrinkle in concern and then the cloudiness of her thoughts faded far from her face, but not from her mind.  

When Twen spoke of a forested glade and a cool crisp stream the thoughts of her home in the Zeiphyrian Forest and nodded her head in agreement.  "A nice swim in a cool crisp stream seems as appealing as water to a man dying of thirst."  Cherri's eyes danced with mirth as she took note of her persperation trickling down her slender back.

"I believe I will have something light in this heat.  Tulimon Grape Wine and Kao-kao Fruitballs, please."  

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"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer"



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on June 13, 2006, 08:02:23 AM
Kaelan stood, getting no response from the hobbit, and taking his plate, stepped outside. He dumped the ash out the door, drank the juice, and stepped back inside, moving to refill his plate again as he had done before. If nothing else, they would get used to him. The chances he'd catch their attention were slim, any other way. He wasn't one to summon them to him by direct intent.

With his plate filled, he shifted it to one hand, while with the other he took eight san from his pouch; then, he made his way back toward the table where he'd initially sat.

Why do you ask?

Edited by: Aueniteri at: 6/13/06 21:55


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on June 13, 2006, 11:57:23 AM
Releasing Cherri's hand, Drasil took a seat in a chair across the table.  Her silvery voice seemed to make music as it danced off her tounge.  Nodding solemnly, he began to search around aimlessly untill his eyes came to meet those of the beautiful woman seated across the table from him.  Quickly breaking her gaze in embarrasment, Drasil flushed as his premeditated confidence began to slip away.  Opening his mouth as if to speak, he was cut short by the firey bar-maid as she came to thier table before he could make a sound.

Seeing the two women next to each other, the bewildered elf began to compare them in his mind.  The two women seemed to be exact opposites in every way, Twen the sun, and Cherri the moon.  Turning to adress the fiery bar-maid, Drasil said "Good morning to you as well."  He was, however interupted once again, by the silvery voice of Cherri ordering her meal.  Waiting until the elfess had finished speaking, Drasil turned once more to Twen, nodding slightly to say he did not want anything before pressing a coin into the palm of her hand.

Turning back to Cherri, Drasil raised his golden eyes to meet her purple ones.  "I saw you yesterday in the stableyard.  I must say you are quite skilled in combat.  Where did a woman such as you learn to be so vicious?"

Drasil Razorfang CD



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Elendilwyn on June 13, 2006, 07:34:23 PM
Voices of chatter and the crisp metallic tones of cutlery, plates and mugs floated up to the second story, coupled with the streaming in of Injrs rays, made for a natural wake-up bell. It was hard to continue ones slumber and Elen woke up to the promise of breakfast provided by the smell of freshly cooked food. Unfortunately, she was aching all over and had something of a splitting headacheYou would think that relaxing helps to sooth the aches but apparently not, it must have been the fall yesterday and the fact that my body has been on the move for too long how long did I  sleep? It must have been quite a whileshe hastily got out of bed, in her want of breakfast, only to trip over the sheets and end up painfully on the floor.

What a BEAUTIFUL morning she grumbled and nursed the aches, old and new, but did not tally for too long. After dressing herself, she made her way down to the tavern which was now very much full.

She found herself another seat in the corner but not without looking for the male orc who was serving yesterday but she did seem to see him around. There should be someone around and with that thought she sat herself down to wait a little for she assumed that with this number of people, the one serving was probably extremely busy.  


The artist usually sets out or used to to point a moral and adorn a tale. The tale, however, points the other way, as a rule. Two blankly opposing morals, the artists and the tales. Never trust the artist. Trust the tale.
- DH Lawrence



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 15, 2006, 02:56:23 AM
Metallic grey eyes focused once again upon Cherri as the wind mage relayed her order. A radiant grin spread over supple lips before she turned to the slight nod of Drasil. Twens movements were quick and concise, more startled from the previous thoughts she had of him than any action he had taken. One petite shoulder raised in a defensive posture towards the warrior, almond shaped eyes examined him from the shadow of golden curls. A melodic response to the other elfess rolled over crimson lips as she continued to watch the fighter with more than casual awareness.

Your choices are indeed a refined taste maam, such an assortment is without question a tempting taste at this hour. Delicate chin lifted a bit as the Necromancer studied Elendilwyn making her way nonchalantly to a seat in the far corner of the main hall. The occasional stutter to her steps concerned Twen a bit, hoping the young lady was not injured or at least badly. It was not rare for those seeking a place of respite to find their way here. The mages stare never wandered from the newcomer as she spoke onwards to the patrons before her. Let me but gather the order of the young lass in the corner and I shall return promptly with your breakfast MLady.

Only the thrusting of the coin into her hand halted Twen from moving from the table and across the room. Ancient eyes studied the coin for a few blinks, quite unsure as to why the man had given it to her, hastily placing it in a pocket at the front of the forest green dress. Avathcin avl Whispered lightly to him as she departed from the table a mischievous gleam shimmered over her opaque eyes as she strolled across the room.

Frail arms rested over her lithe stomach as she came to stand beside Elendilwyn. Tis there something I could get yee this morning maam? Head tilted gently to the side as she studied the woman trying to ascertain if she was wounded.  

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 15, 2006, 04:39:23 PM
Entering the taproom for the second time that day, Torscha noted the new arrival, a woman with the tousled hair of one not long from her bed, to whom Twen was speaking.

As I would have expected, she does have a business to run, after all. Torscha returned to his table, nodding to Malavon. He scooped up the dice he'd left lying on the table and shook them idly in a hand. Should I butt in?

The dice rattled across the table, and come up with Trolls ahead.

Torscha sighed and reached for his tankard, settling in to wait to be noticed. To pass the time, he turned to Malavon and asked, "Friend Malavon, would you have seen my fellow countryman hereabouts? He seems to have taken his leave, just as we were all warming up for a dice game."

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.

Edited by: Torscha at: 6/15/06 15:38


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Elendilwyn on June 15, 2006, 05:51:23 PM
Elen was slightly taken surprise, she had not expected that the service would be so efficientmuch more than I ever was in days of yorebut not losing herself in her thoughts any longer for thinking did make her head feel worse, she answered politely, could you by any chance recommend something warm and filling, good for a morning headache? Feeling better by the moment as she perceived the concern of the elfperhaps the day was not going to be that bad after all.


The artist usually sets out or used to to point a moral and adorn a tale. The tale, however, points the other way, as a rule. Two blankly opposing morals, the artists and the tales. Never trust the artist. Trust the tale.
- DH Lawrence



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on June 15, 2006, 10:54:23 PM
Thorgas nearly fell down as his brother gave him quite a solid 'pat' on the back. He led the way to the room which he is staying in. Inside the room one can found a bed, a writing desk and a chair, and on the desk, beside a candle, is a crimson covered book, the Ironforge Codex, the spell book used by him to list the ingredients and the spells he'd aquired.
There's my precious book, just waiting for you to attach yon same figure of Torosar. The walk sounds good, too. Bring with you your axe, just in case need should arise, a good weapon or two would be a most welcome sight.
After dusting off his green woolen cap, he set it on his head and walked over to where his staff, Torosar, is leaned to. He smiled warmly as he began wiping the metal rod with a cloth and polished the crystal adorning the headpiece. Next to his family and Buri, he loved his staff so much and will spend an hour just wiping it until it is shiny.
There you go, Torosar, a staff fit for the greatest archmage! Of course I would not trade you for anything in this world, not even a lifetime supply of beer. Let's go, Gamaliel, to the stables so we can bring Buri along. That pig wouldn't stop squealing unless we bring him with us.
With a smile and a cloud of smoke escaping from his pipe, he waited for his brother to prepare himself, along with thoughts about what a fine day it will be, spending a quiet hour or two chatting with him.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 16, 2006, 01:49:23 AM
Xun sees Orril focusing, so he had an idea. He quickly knocked arrows and launched them. They kept missing, because of Orril, but however, Orril was now focusing on arrows, he would never see a swing coming...

"Hey Orril! you can't dodge my arrows forever!"

At this, Xun starts to charge at Orril. But as he is charging, he knocks arrows and makes them fly. When he got close enough, Xun unsheathed his scimitar, and swung lighty right on Orril's chest.

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 16, 2006, 03:23:23 AM
Keep calmed... keep calmed...  ENOUGH Orril's mind got tired and rushed to end this, a sparkshower starts to jump from his fingertips, some flying at Xun, some flying at himself. This isn't supposed to happen... better move out of here Quickly Orril rolls in the sand and shouts Xun

Get out of here!!!  Spell fizzle!!!

With this words Orril tries to calm down again, but fails, meanwhile the sparks fly to anything close... If I could discharge this... Suddenly Orril has an idea

Xun... Throw me your Simitar... NOW!!!

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on June 16, 2006, 07:44:23 AM
Turning to Torscha , Malavon answered :

Malavon - I believe that he went outside , friend .
Why dont you go ask him if he wants to join us in a little game of dice .
Just to see your skills , Torscha, since you profess your skill with it.

With a friendly smile , he tapped Torscha back , and turned his attencion to the couple of elfes that were on the opposite table , the male elf that early gave Malavon the impression of hating Xun the dark elf , and an elf maiden , almost as beautifull as Twen.

Now its one of those times i wish i was a fly , just to hear what are they saying .

With an somewhat mischievous smile , Malavon returned to his drink.

By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on June 16, 2006, 08:08:23 AM
Cherri had been waiting on Twen to tell her how much the meal would be since the price of the fruit was not priced on the menu, when her eyes caught Drasil's movement of slipping Twen a coin for payment and Twen's response to it.

Cherri nodded to Twen as she departed turning amethyst eyes to Drasil taking in his features and she listened to him ask his question.  Cherri had not been aware of the comings and goings of those as she and Dagon had sparred, but apparently Drasil had noticed them.  

Cherri's light laugh was soft and melodious. "I was not aware that I seemed vicious while sparring.  Matter of fact I was at a great disadvantage for I have not sparred hand to hand for quite some time.  My father taught me when I was younger how to fight hand to hand and use a sword, dagger, and of course a bow.  The rest I have studied long and hard to accomplish." Eyes dancing with a secret fire Cherri looked at Drasil's bare chest and a grin crept upon her lips.

"And what pray tell has happened to your shirt, dear Drasil?  Was that what I smelled eariler catching fire?"

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"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer"

Edited by: Lady Cherri at: 6/16/06 0:50


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 16, 2006, 12:17:23 PM
Torscha sipped more of the wine, letting its warmth wash away the last of his misgivings. This kind of fire I don't mind. "No, Malavon; perhaps he merely has a care for his purse. As should you. Anyway, I suppose now is not the time for stakes. I don't have nearly enough to sweeten the pot. Perhaps after this evening, if the good mistress of this inn is kind enough to show some largesse following the debacle that my performance will most surely be..."

He rattled the dice in his hand, just for the hell of it. The old bone warmed quickly to the touch. We've come quite a ways, these dice and I, haven't we? Poor bastard had nothing to lose but the dice he was gambling with and he had to go and wager them. Oh, well. They've been kind to me, if occasionally fickle.

I'll bet that whatever animal they came from was female.


Chuckling a little to himself, Torscha raised his drink to his lips again.

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 16, 2006, 01:25:23 PM
Phyth rode Iago expertly across the plains, his long red hair whipping across his face and shoulders. He smiled as he looked at Iago, who was enjoyinng the ride as much as he was. She ran as fast as she could, her long strides pounding her hooves against the ground. Phyth pulled on the reins and headed her back to the direction of the tavern. He rode passed the two elves, kicking up dirt in their direction. "Sorry!" he cried, as he circled around the Herald.

He continued to ride in circles around the tavern, widening them each time. Soon he was a ways out from the tavern, and he and Iago were finally beginning to get warm. His breathing a little heavy, he rode her in the direction of the stables. Iago pranced into the stables, head held high, as Phyth led her to the stall. She gave a snort of contempt at Torscha's pony, and Phyth had to smile. "I have you spoiled," he said as he ran his hand down her side. Checking the stall to make sure she had enough food and water, he headed for the herald.

Phyth entered the tavern and looked around. His mouth was dry and, as he looked down with embberassment, his clothes were dusty. he walked out the door and began to dust himself off. He shook his head and walked back in. Looking around again, he walked over to Torscha's and Malavan's table and sat down. "Mind if I join you?" he said as he waited for Twen to come around.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 16, 2006, 02:30:23 PM
The traveller smiled at Phyth as the other Centoraurian rejoined them. "Please, by all means." He let the dice fall from his hand, heedless of their configuration. "Malavon has just been telling me that he would like to see if the dice favours me today. Perhaps you'd like to join us? Not for stakes, of course; it's too early in the day for that. But it's as good a way as any to pass the time, and a far better way to keep hands busy than around the hilts of weapons.

"To keep the game interesting, however, let's have a small wager. Involving... favours, perhaps. Dares."
Torscha's smile turned a shade mischievous. "It's been a while since I've seen the dances of the plains. Perhaps, dear cavalier, you would oblige me if Seyella chooses?"

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 18, 2006, 04:07:23 PM
Xun tries to doge some of the sparks getting shocked often. He looks at Orril as he says to give him his scimitar. Xun, without questioning, threw his scimitar so that Orril could catch it. He then runs off to a safe place, but then realizes what he was doing. He was being a coward, and abandoning his one and only friend. He hops back down a tree, and goes to Orril's side.

"So, Orril, got any plans for this? if so yee better tell on!"

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 19, 2006, 02:34:23 PM
The sparks redirect to the simitar, reducing the hits that Orril was getting of his own magic.

Just... wait, I need to calm down once more.

Say orril to Xun, then he closes his eyes and tries to focus, slowly the sparkshower dies out, but Orril gets exhausted of the effort done with the fizzle, some of the burns are if not bad at least something to worry about, his hands are scorched in some places and his cloths are blackened with the sand and the ash. A deep breath marks the end of his relax.

Well... that's a fizzle, that happens when a mage loses focus and rushes to finisht the spell... As you've seen is quiet dangerous, luckily it wasn't a major spell or I wouldn't tell you this.

With this words Orril rose from the sands, and cleaned a bit of his cloths, then turns to Xun and says

Better move to the inn and clean miself, I think that's more than enough practise for a day. By this moment I think Twen should have something to give my familiars, and to me something to drink... maybe a juice.

With this words Orril starts to walk to the inn, cleaning himself of the dust all the way. Orril see Shadow and Storm in the same place, somehow they were peaceful this time... Provably Twen gave them something to eat, Orril approaches to Twen and says:

Dear lady, Can you tell me where I can clean myself? I had a... problem with some sparks out there and I've got some burns I really want to calm with cold water.

He stayed there, waiting the answer from Twen, thinking: This time she will kick me out... I should had heard she, if I hadn't used my magic... but I need to practise, magic isn't to be hidden, is to be used...  

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 19, 2006, 02:23:23 PM
Xun looks from his tree while Orril was making the sparks go to his scimitar. It finally dies down and he hears Orril. He listens and then goes with Orril because of his burnings from before he ran to the tree. He goes to Twen and hears Orril talking to Twen. He was thinking the same thing.  Oh, she's going to kick him out! Xun goes next to Orril and begs Twen.

"I am so sorry, and I think Orril is too, but please, it is not completely his fault. I was the one who suggested a small fight with him, so if yee kick him out, you minus well kick me out. It is not his fault."

Xun looks at Orril, who's expression was blank, just staring at Xun.

"Hey, we are in this together, it is partially my fault, aye?"

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
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Edited by: Xun Darkwoe at: 6/19/06 6:25


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: shativol on June 20, 2006, 01:05:23 AM
Shat'vl'f'bll had been travelling for quite some time, his purse was light, his pack lighter, and his stomach felt empty. Each step was carefully measured by his staff as he took a step forward. His quickly crossed to an area that seemed to open on the left hand side, he smelt the aroma  of food flowing through the air.

"Perhaps I may find food here." Shati said allowed.

He turned to his left and moved toward where the source of the wonderful smell. As he moved forward, he smelt the scent of burnt flesh, and whinced at the memory of his eyes being burnt. He moved closer to the source, and found a window to the building, he touched the wall as he moved along until he found a door to enter.

        Upon entering Shati began tapping his staff to either side of his feet, and moved forward until the staff hit the wall. He turned right and followed to the wall, finding the hall ended to a stairwell. Shati turned around and proceeded the opposite way until he found a wall and the entrance to a common area. He moved forward and leaned against a wall, listening and smelling the aromas coming forth from the kitchen. Shativol stood there, hoping he may get some guidance to a free table.

The blind leading the blind



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Brighid McLir on June 20, 2006, 06:47:23 AM
(Yeah, been gone awhile, but I shall jump back in)

Brighid meanders back inside from her roving of the immediate area, and stopped for a moment in the doorway, and notices a red-haired man leaning on his staff. She moves toward him, curious as ever, and sees a bandage across his eyes.
"Sir? Do you need some help getting to the bar or something?" she carefully asks the fellow.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 20, 2006, 06:48:23 AM
Twen smiled warmly to Elendilwyn as she requested something for a headache. The mage figured that the young lass had partied into the evening with a few of the others. She nodded gently before speaking softly, hoping to not agitate the girls apparent hangover. Yes maam I have a few things in the kitchen that might be a bit pleasing to your stomach. Yet I cant speak of much that would help with a headache. A tinge of sadness danced over the elf maidens ancient eyes as she stared at the poor suffering half-elf.

Just as she was going to give some consolatory words they were rudely interrupted by Xun and So Orril. Turning her head lightly to the side, golden curls fell to conceal one eye in a veil of darkness. A mischievous gleam shimmered over a radiant smile before replying to the mens hasty apologies. Tis ok gentlemen but please do not let your games bring harm to the other patrons. Her opaque metallic grey eyes focused on So Orrils as she stared deeply into them. I know you Wind Mage, it is a surprise you do not recall me. But you did spend much of your time locked in your tower.

One frail hand lifted to brush fair-haired tresses from her delicate face looking once more to Elendilwyn. I will get ya the best I have though MLady. A light wink danced over an almond shaped eye as she turned nimbly upon sandaled feet and headed for the kitchen. Dexterous digits weaved an intricate pattern as the elfesss swirled her wrists in attempts to cease the pains from carrying all the heavy trays. My I have always hated waiting on others.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 20, 2006, 08:09:23 AM
Xun hears the ladies reply, and then he had realized how they had rudely intruded the ladies conversation. He had quickly whispered this to Orril to say sorry about it, then he sayed himself.

"I am so sorry, my dear Twen, that I intruded your conversation. If there is anything I could get yee, I would gladly get it. Thank you so much for your forgivness, my lady. It will never happen again. We did not hurt any patrons, I doubt anyone had even seen it... anyways, we should head up and wash ourselves and tend to our burns."

With this, Xun leaves Orril to talk to Twen, and goes upstairs to wash himself. he sees a pot full of water, which he filled again and again at the spigot. he washed himself al over and tended to the burns. He then went out and waited for Orril.

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 20, 2006, 08:35:23 AM
Phyth sat at the table and listened to Torscha speak. He licked his lips thirstily, waiting impatiently for Twen to come around. Easy, he thought to himself. I've got all the time in the world. Although another Tulimon grape juice does sound really good right now.

He turned back to Torscha, who had just explained how Malavon wanted to see them play dice. And something about dancing in the plains. "Oh he did, did he?" He said as he looked at Malavon. "Would I oblige? No, not really. But  I am in the mood for a dice game. As long as I can think up something for you to do, if you lose."

Phyth picked Torscha's dice off the table and rolled them a few times. Once he was convinced they didn't roll the same each time, he sat them back in front of Torscha. "Although I like the sound of favors better." Phyth said as he smiled.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on June 20, 2006, 12:22:23 PM
Yes, yes. But let us have our walk first, so that we will be having a good time striking up a very nice conversation. Do wait until I polished Bloodseeker till it shines like Injera herself; or else the axe will get jealous of Torosar for not being pampered.
Squeak.
A hearty laugh and a snort resounded from the dwarf as he reached for the same cloth that his brother used for wiping his staff. He oiled his axe and afterwards took a sharpening stone and sharpened the edge. This done, he placed the axe on his back and started walking towards the door to the stables.
Now that both Torosar and Bloodseeker is pampered, we can now depart. I will go on ahead to the stables to watch your pig. No doubt he misses me so much.
Gamaliel went out of the room, down the stairs and outside to the stables. Before proceeding to the stables he saw two elves with burns across their arms and legs. He called to the blonde elf:
Aye elf, you are the one who challenged Thorgas to a duel, right? That's what you get for playing with magic. If he did accept your challenge, you would have burns far worse than that. My brother should be able to heal those wounds for you. Check with him inside.
With a nod to the elf, he went to the stables to look for Buri. There he was, still waiting for his food.
A pity that you would not have anything to eat until we return, but I think your best friend Thorgas would not let you go hungry. He has something to eat inside his bag. Just wait for him.
Squeak.
You too, Jozan. I have some nice fruits for you here.
After checking in with Buri he went outside the stables, lighted his pipe, and waited for Thorgas to come down, contentedly smoking and thinking about their new home.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: shativol on June 21, 2006, 03:07:23 AM
Shati turned to the source of the voice, a bowed his head slightly to the young lady.

"I would appreciate a seat immensly m'lady, preferably one by a window or the kitchen if it is not much trouble." His words, barely above a whisper, he bowed as he spoke the few words. He offered his arm, not holding onto the staff to the lady so she may lead him to an available seat.

The blind leading the blind



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 21, 2006, 03:45:23 AM
Looking the deep metalic eyes something sparked in his mind This lady is as the fire, beauty but strong and even dangerous... I can't remember, she looks so familiar to me... Nah, can't be, Twen is a lady that I doubut would study fire magic, though she's really like fire. With this in his mind Orril said

Sorry for my imprudence, no one else got hurt, and sorry to interrupt your conversation. With a small reverence Orril goes upstairs and washes himself, taking special care with the burns he got. I should do as the other dwarf said... provably the fire mage can help me with this burns Thinking this he takes the other clothes from his pack and dresses, then moves out and knocks at the dwarves room.

Is someone there? Orril ask, he waits.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.

Edited by: so orril miesefer  at: 6/23/06 21:50


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Elendilwyn on June 22, 2006, 01:40:23 AM
Elen smiled at the elfs reply, she could not help liking herso this is what it takes to serve in a tavern where even though the comings and goings are plenty, regulars still come backher warmth and sincerity was something Elen appreciated though she did wonder if this elf did take too much upon herself in her caring for others.

Many thanks. I really appreciate she barely finished her sentence when the elf slipped away, busying herself with the many things that required her attention.


The artist usually sets out or used to to point a moral and adorn a tale. The tale, however, points the other way, as a rule. Two blankly opposing morals, the artists and the tales. Never trust the artist. Trust the tale.
- DH Lawrence



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on June 22, 2006, 01:48:23 AM
Drasil blushed at Cherri's question.  Weapons jingling, he stared at the floor before answering.

"Ah..yes that was my last one...It was contaminated in an odd sort of way.  Its a long story I am sure you wouldn't want me to go into the details."

Regaining his composure, Drasil looked into Cherri's purple eyes, looking for some hint of pleasure at his embarassment.  Hoping to prevent futher discussion about the dark elf, he quickly changed the subject.

"You must have lived in a violent area to have been taught that during your childhood.  I did not learn how to fight until almost my three hundreth year."

Drasil Razorfang CD



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on June 22, 2006, 09:11:23 AM
Cherri watched as the pinkness of a blush crept over the Dark Elf's features.  Dark Elves were such a beautiful race, Cherri stared at Drasil for a moment seeming to memorize every feature and comparing his to others she had seen in the past.  Seeing his discomfort Cherri smiled a warm smile that reflected in her eyes.  

Cherri was a little taken back when Drasil mentioned that she must have grown up in a violent place.  It was actually the opposite.

Cherri slightly shook her at her error in accidently misleading Drasil.  "Actually I didn't.  I grew up in a very beautiful and peaceful place.  I traveled alot back and forth between my father's people and my mother's so my father wanted to make sure that his only child could protect herself if the need arise.  I was still escorted quite often until I mastered other skills." Cherri hesistated for the briefest of winks about her other skills.  A quick glance around earlier had revealed a number of mages, matter of fact there had been one outside praticing until his spell apparently fizzled.  Some were okay with mages, some were terrified by them, and some were in awe.  It was always best to feel out the person to see which catorgory they fit in before revealing too much to a stranger.

Violet eyes lightly glided over Drasil's bare skin and then caught herself and quickly tried to cover her appreciative smile, unsuccessfully.  Drasil was well muscled, solid as a man should be, then a puzzling thought occurred and her smile became quizzical.

"Do you always dress in full armour looking ready for battle or do you not trust the security of your room?" Cherri silently pondered what else Drasil would reveal if he wasn't in armour, but only her eyes gave away her thoughts.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 22, 2006, 10:13:23 AM
Returning from the kitchen she saw that her patrons were beginning once again to wait upon her. She was never good at the service thing but then again one could not complain about being waited on hand and foot. The platter held in tiny hands she sauntered over to Ladi Cherris table and placed her order out before her. A Tulimon Grape Wine with an order Kao-kao Fruitballs arranged before her, smiling warmly to the other female elf. That will be 5 san Maam. One frail hand held out for payment as metallic grey eyes studied Drasil with a lackadaisical attitude. When the payment was received Twen smile a radiant beam. Thank yee very kindly MLady.

Platter grasped in her hands firmly she saw Phyth waiting on her once again almond shaped eyes rolling as she headed for the bar again. The mage poured a Ximaxian Rainbow for him and hastily sauntered across the bar, one tiny finger rising up to ask the half-elf to wait for her breakfast for just another moment. The flagon sat down before the warrior. On the house dear, I beg of yee to forgive my slowness MLord. Nimble digits fell to pat the back of his hand. My sincerest apologies. The words were soft and reassuring, as she hoped he would not become near violent as he had before.

The elf noted that he was at least somewhat relaxed, the maiden than moved quickly to retrieve the platter. Lifting its still hefty weight she sighed softly before moving ever so carefully towards Elendilwyns table. Ancient grey eyes wandered occasionally to watch the warrior elf sitting with Cherri. The mage found such a man to be odd for most elven tribes she had known, he appeared old but he wore weapons like a brash youth. Just as she arrived at the table her gaze turned once more to the half-elf, the bright smile returning to supple lips. Here yee are Maam, a bit of my own favorite breakfast. Its Fruzail Sweet Fruit sauce dripped over flaky bread. Just the thought of having given hers to So Orril earlier was enough to make her stomach grumble. Coupled with sides of bacon and scrambled Taenish eggs complimented by some flavorful Tulimon grape juice to wash it down with. That will be 10 san Maam.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 22, 2006, 11:48:23 AM
Torscha arched an eyebrow at Phyth. "It seems we are in agreement then. What sort of 'favour' would you roll for? A song? Or a task? Or perhaps something else entirely?

"I am, I must confess, at something of a loss as to what I might enquire of you without you attempting to spit me upon the point of your sword. I know my countrymen well, and dour as you are, I can't see you enjoying the jig I was proposing you perform.

"So, brave cavalier, what would you be willing to condescend to?"

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 22, 2006, 03:17:23 PM
Xun walks back down the stairs and looks at the elfess, Twen. he starts to think of his mother, but no, Twen could not be much like her... he walks past people and goes outside, then calls to the dwarf, who he had just remebered was going to fight him.

"Hey, M'lord! Dwarf! Aren't we going to have a quick spar?"

~> Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on June 22, 2006, 04:07:23 PM
Phyth looked up as Twen put a cup on the table and sat her hand on the back of his. He gently nodded in thanks as she apologized for being slow. He muttered to himself as she quickly walked to another table. "I don't bite," he said. I certainly have a way with people...

Phyth turned back to Torscha and Malavon, and took a drink of his Rainbow. Don't make me do anything near your horse. He sat his flagon down a grunted. "Oh, I'd love to do that," he said sarcastically in response to Torscha. "But maybe... I could buy you a drink? Can't have you sing, she's already having you do it." Phyth motioned to Twen. Placing his hand on his chest, he felt for the bag full of money. "Won't be playing for money anytime soon either."

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Torscha on June 22, 2006, 03:59:23 PM
"A drink? Ah, a man after my own heart. I will most certainly take you up on that." Torscha picked up one of the die he had used earlier, the one to represent Seyella, and, at first gripping it between the base of his thumb and forefinger, began to work it, much as one might a coin, through his fingers to limber them up. The rhythm of his fingers became almost hypnotic as he slid the die smoothly back and forth, finally palming it and letting it fall.

The old bone skittered across the tabletop, to land with a six squarely face-up.

"Would you care to play with these, or would you rather call for another set? I take no offense; whatever concerns you might have are probably well-founded. After all, I do make my living this way. I wouldn't willingly match swords with you, for much the same reason."

His smile was brilliant, guileless, and utterly untrustworthy.

Perhaps a background check on this particularly scruffy character might be in order.

Edited by: Torscha at: 6/22/06 8:00


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Elendilwyn on June 22, 2006, 06:01:23 PM
The barmaid was not only sincere but efficient. The food looked excellent but before she could savour the food placed in front of her beyond her imagination, she remembered something important, a frown spreading across her face as she remembered. 10 san that was not good news. Already staying one night had strained her pockets and for sure if she paid this much for a morning meal, she would not be able to afford another night or perhaps even dinner. She had forgotten to ask for something simple and more affordable.

It was embarrassing but for lack of better choices she said, Im so sorry I expected something much simpler and more affordable. Is it alright for you to give that to another patron instead? I think Ill just have a bit of bread, wishing at the same time that the floor would just swallow her up.


The artist usually sets out or used to to point a moral and adorn a tale. The tale, however, points the other way, as a rule. Two blankly opposing morals, the artists and the tales. Never trust the artist. Trust the tale.
- DH Lawrence



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on June 23, 2006, 09:01:23 AM
Cherri returned Twen's friendly smile and quickly gave her the coin as requested.  Cherri thought for a moment it was not enough for the breakfast for the drink itself was 5 sans.  Cherri made a mental note to drop off more money at the bar when Twen was possibly a little less busy.  Cherri didn't plan on leaving anytime soon anyways except to maybe venture around the dry hot desert which the idea was quickly losing its appeal the more the temperature went up.

Cherri's eyes danced with mirth as she waited for her eating partner to answer her question.  Cherri gingerly picked up a piece of fruit and slid it between her lips as her eyes went to the others about the room.  Unconciously licking at a stray drop of juice at the corner of her mouth Cherri's eyes fell back upon Drasil.

"Here, please try some.  I know you must be hungry and there is more than enough here for myself.  The fruit is sweet and refreshing.  Please I insist." Cherri slid the fruit to the middle of the table easily within both of their range.  Her eyes danced as she wondered just what she found so intruiging in those golden eyes.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Brighid McLir on June 24, 2006, 05:24:23 AM
Brighid scanned the room for a seat fitting the fellow's description, and found a seat near a window for him. "I found, I think," she said, talking his arm, and walked him over to seat. She stopped, standing him in front of chair, "Will this do?" she asked.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on June 24, 2006, 10:34:23 AM
A faint stench of something burning made Thorgas' nose twitch as he prepares food, skins of water and wine, and changes of clothes for their walk on the desert sands. He started thinking about what a fine day it would turn out to be and actually began humming a little tune as he scurry around the room preparing things and cleaning the mess. A knock on the door and a male voice, however, startled him from his day dream, which caused him to grab his staff with both hands and point it on the direction of the door. He sees a tall elf standing on the doorway. Thorgas tries to remember whether he had already met him, but having made no progress, he relaxed his guard and spoke to the elf.
Yes, someone is here. I did not call for any room service, elf, nor for anyone to clean the room for that matter.
As he finished speaking he noticed the burns and wounds on the elf's arms and face, which are rather new. He guessed that something bad happened downstairs.
Hmm... Has there been a blazing fire in the kitchen? If there was, you should have called me earlier. I could have extinguished it easily and you won't have to suffer those burns.
He turned around and gathered the last of his things. Finally he was ready, and waddled hastily towards the door. In his excitement for the walk he collides, face first, into the abdomen of the elf earlier, which caused him to look up. Putting on his cap and brushing his beard, he said:
Is there anything you need, elf? I'm rather busy for today. Now if you'll excuse me I need to get going.
Thorgas gave a slight brush to elf, causing him to be pushed aside. He went down the hallway that leads from the room to the stairs, all the while thinking.
What a wierd elf. Methinks he is up to no good. No matter, I'll roast him to a crisp if he tries to harrass me. Aye, that I will!

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 6/24/06 4:55


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: shativol on June 24, 2006, 12:06:23 PM
Shati followed the young maiden along, going with her lead. He continued tapping his stick as he moved along. When she stopped and spoke, he reached out feeling about for a chair and table.   "I will have to trust your wisdom on that m'lady. What is that delicious aroma coming forth from the kitchen?" Shati sat down in the chair, leaning his staff against the table. He leaned back in the chair, and brought his hand up to his face and rubbed his eyes.

Shati fell silent and awaited an answer from the lady, while taking in the sounds and smells of the inn. His feet and legs ached less from the weary days on the road.

Shati awaited until after Brighid responded. "May I have some of that please, and some water to drink if it is not too much trouble m'lady"

The blind leading the blind



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 25, 2006, 05:32:23 AM
As the dwarf rushed out Orril hardly could say:

I do need some help with the burnings, if my memory doesn't fail fire mages are good to heal injuries, please help me a bit. And, by the way, no fire in the kitchen, I was practising with my magic... got a bad fizzle with a lightning spell.

Waiting for the answer Orril tried to stay calm, the burns where more than enough to make his body hurt, and the dwarve push hurted more.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on June 25, 2006, 11:00:23 AM
Thorgas stopped in his tracks and walked back to the injured elf.
My Apologies. No fire in the kitchen, you say? Very well. Hmm... a fizzle and a lightning spell, that makes you a mage skilled with wind magics. I've heard that wind users are very good healers. You can heal yourself, but I think you're more on the offensive side of wind. Come inside and sit on the bed.
He returned to the room and laid down his bag on the floor. Taking the elf's hand, he led him to the bed and prepared his spell. Rubbing sulphur on his hands, he closed his eyes and muttered a magical formula. Afterwards he opened them, just as his hands are beginning to get hot.
The burns could get painful once I touch them, since they're pretty new. If you can't stand the pain, tell me so that we can do it slowly. You need to show me where the wounds are located. If you have them on your body then please take off your clothes so I can close it. Oh and by the way, you better rest in your room after the injuries have healed, because they're likely to open again. One more thing, you may want to lie down, as you can see I'm a little short.
Thorgas gave a warm smile and stood there waiting for the elf to brace himself, should the pain be intolerable.
Please hurry, I have a walk to attend to.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 26, 2006, 01:58:23 AM
Following the dwarf instructions, Orril layed on the bed.

Luckily I only got injured on the hands arms and some in the face, my cloths where badly burned with that fizzle.

Orril could feel the heat radiating from Thorgas' hands, the sulphure smell was evident Well, at least will heal faster...
Thought as the dwarf prepared the spell.

Thanks, I really need some help with this.

Saying this Orill shut his eyes closed, waiting the painful touch.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 26, 2006, 03:10:23 AM
As Xun walks pat the dwarf's room he heard Orril. He looks around and peers into the dwarf's room, which was where Orril was. He overheard them talking about the fizzle. He knocks on the door before he steps in. Xun walks into the room and looks at the dawrf, then to Orril, and then Xun says.

"Yes, we were kind of fighting with each other, a quick spar. He was teaching me how to fight a mage. I learned pretty quick, but he started doing a spell which would block all my arrows, kind of, so I just kept running at him firing arrows, until I got close enough. I took out my scimitar, but before I gently hit him on the chest with the flat, the spell broke into a thing that I heard him call a 'fizzle'. Sparks were flying everywhare and we both got hit by it. I ran and climbed into a tree before I realized what I was doing and ran back down and gave him my scimitar, which was what he told me to give him temporarily. Luckily, we only got shocked and burnt on our hand, legs, and a bit on our faces, but just a bit. nothing really bad. We were lucky that the barmaid, Twen, did not kick us out."

As Xun remembers what they were talking about fighting this dwarf, another quick spar, and that he was a fire mage, Xun says.

"Heh heh, I think we should cancel the quick spar we were going to have with you..."

~>Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
Xun Darkwoe



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on June 26, 2006, 10:20:23 PM
Thorgas' hands glowed from a barely visible light to a warm orange aura, perfect for closing wounds and forming artificial scabs for increased healing and regeneration. He first massaged the burns on the arms of the elf. Due to his concentration on the spell, Thorgas did not notice the elf's expression, wether he is being tormented by the pain of the treatment or not. A new wound or burn being massaged is certainly painful, and these burns are no exception. Thorgas kept on massaging the wounds, and saw that it was being successful as the wounds are closing and producing scabs. As he prepared to touch the other arm of the elf, however, a knock on the door proceeded by the voice of another person filled the room. He turned around and saw the same dark elf that talked to him last night, only with more wounds and burns. The dark elf walked into the room, which alarmed Thorgas to such a degree that the warm orange glow of his hands turned into a blistering red inferno, ready to scorch the elf should he move one step closer to him. As the dark elf finished speaking, he replied with a tone of disdain.
A worthless way to lose your lives in such fashion.Too bad it did no more than leave burns on your face, outcast. It should have scorched you untill you're blacker than ink. I wonder why Lady Araerwen did not kick you out... You are not welcome here, dark elf, nor do I have anything that will be of interest to you. Please leave the room to avoid trouble, as I have someone who is in dire need of healing.
Thorgas focus more on the heat on his hands, causing them to cool down to an orange glow. He took the other arm of the elf and began rubbing it. But in his hatred for the dark elf he never noticed how hard he is in massaging the other arm. By the time he finished the arm, he realized that he was a bit rough and composed himself as to prevent the same treatment for the face of the elf. He prepared to touch the face gently and gingerly, to avoid scarring the otherwise fair face for which the elves are renowned for. He nearly pushed his hand hard on the face of the elf, however, after he mentioned the duel in which he should have participated.
Yes, a wise choice. If I did accept the challenge, you'll be leaving the area with more than just burns. What are you still standing around for?
Thorgas gave a last look of disgust as he remembered the shirt which he burned some time ago, then resumed his healing.
This is what the shirtless elf must have felt. Now I know why he wanted to burn the source.
He turned to the blonde one lying on his bed and said:
Would you mind it if I rest a bit? All those focusing made me tired. I deeply apologize if the treatment hurts a lot. If I could prevent the pain, I would do it most eagerly. Another round of massaging your arms and face and you should be fine, as I've heard of the elves ability to quickly heal wounds and injuries.
Thorgas sat down on one of the chairs and breathes deeply, preparing his mind for the next session, while occasionally glaring at the dark elf who remains at the door.
Perhaps he also wants healing, but can I trust him? he hasn't proved his kindness to me before, and I never wish he would. Just keep your distance from me, shunned one, or I'll give you more than just burns!

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 6/26/06 14:45


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 27, 2006, 02:56:23 AM
Xun quickly took the notice of his leaving, but he disliked it very much He did not like being kicked out for no apparent reason, or worse, because he is a dark elf. He glared at the dwarf and looked at Orril hopingly. He then walked into the room farther and told the dwarf.

"I hope I am not completely ignoring your unwelcoming, but I do not see any wrong reason for why I can't go in. You treat to one elve's burnes but you won't do a dark elve's burnes, just because he is a dark elf, huh? I do not see any wrong reason. But if you insist, I shall leave."

With this, Xun turnes around and walkes out, slamming the door behind him, and goes downstairs and askes the barmaid, Twen.

"Can I have a Ximaxian Rainbow?"

~>Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
Xun Darkwoe



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on June 27, 2006, 10:05:23 AM
The loud bang of a door slamming above drew Cherri's attention to the stairs.  She watched the dark elf storm heatedly down the stairs and place himself at the bar ordering a drink.  Cherri recalled that himself and another elf were sparring eariler and now both wore burns of a seemingly fizzled spell.  The burns on the elf's arms, hands, and face were red and aggrevated.  If he did not receive treatment soon, they could very well become infected and turn to ugly scarring if and when they healed.

"Please excuse me for a moment, Drasil." Cherri inclined her head to her breakfast partner and motioned towards the bar.  She gracefully set back from the table and on fine booted feet walked noiselessly to the other dark elf.  She made a mental note that she had seen more dark elves here recently then ever before, not that the fact really meant much.

"Excuse, child of Cor." Cherri said softly so as not to offend or startle the elf. "Forgive my intrusion but your wounds look aggrevated and while they do not seem life threatning, they could cause you much pain.  I would like to try to help if you would permit me.  My name is Cherri.  Cherri Rowandyn." Cherri's violet eyes peered at the elf wondering if he would decline her help.  Her healing abilities were limited to using herbs, but she had learned from her mother and had learned well.

Cherri rested her slender waist waist against the bar and pulled 7 san from a pocket hidden in the folds of her dress.  She placed them on the counter looking to Twen and saying, "I do not believe 5 san fair for the breakfast for the wine itself was 5 san.  I hope this shall cover the fruit and please keep what is left if anything."

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Twn Arerwn on June 28, 2006, 06:22:23 AM
A warm smile beamed from the elf maidens delicate face as she looked at the half-elf. Tis ok maam I am a wee bit hungry myself, as I gave my breakfast to another wayward traveler. Maybe we could share the bill if you like? A frail hand brushed golden curls from ancient eyes as she sat, not giving the apparently starving half-elf time to put up a denial to her kindness.

A sandaled foot rose to rest upon the other knee, as tiny digits began to rub the foot gently. Her supple lips grimacing a bit as she did so, before lifting her eyes to meet the other girls. Yeah she is half elven, how sad. More than likely the child of some heathen human and his pillaging conquests of her mothers tribe, how the humans sicken me with their vulgarity.

The mage caught herself staring at the girl and shook her head flippantly, golden curls shimmering in the dimly lit rays of light dancing through the shuddered windows. A sunny smile once more came over her face as she addressed the young lady. Have at it MLady, I will eat after yee have finished. I have to keep my eyes on things going on here. One hand motioned to the food setout before them, metallic grey eyes peering over a petite shoulder, scanning the room with indifference.  

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 28, 2006, 12:47:23 PM
As Thorgas and Xun talked the pain caught Orril, Keep calm... keep calm... he repeated in his mind, trying to not yelling at the painful healing.

Thorgas move to the other arm, this one was really painful, for a not so odd reason Orril could feel the anger of the dwarf Calm Thorgas, remember the overwhelming power you hold... and that you are using it on other... Said Orril trying to make the dwarf return to the calm, apparently it worked.

Thorgas moved to the face, the pain was really big and some tears escaped from Orril closed eyes, to end that, Thorgas almost pushed the face, that hurt a lot more, then Thorgas asked for a rest.

Sure, take your time dwarf... If you want as payment i can invite you a beer or two. Never say more than that because they will drink your money on beer... thought Orril as he rested there.

Then Xun said some words and leaved the place, Orril felt that Thorgas was being a bit harsh with him.
You know not everyone is as the rumors say... Look at you for example, your race rarelly goes to the surface and you're here with your brother, look at me, I decided to venture into Ximax while my belief and Ximaxian magic contradict. People can change, don't let rumors kill a friendship... Of course, if you are in Paeleon I would understand that you thrust little to nothing him, but outside... I find him as a guy that lost all and faces the world alone.

Orril waited, trying to outstand the pain thinking.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on June 28, 2006, 09:34:23 PM
Good riddance, elf. You should have done that earlier. Hmph. I can give a lot of reasons as to why you aren't allowed in here. One, this is my room. the other, you're a filthy dark elf. Bah! treatment for burns! I would sooner add more than to lessen it, fool!
A loud bang of the door is the only response Thorgas got from the dark one. He composed himself once more, quickly regaining the dwarven attributes of stability, which in this case, the toughness of body and the stillness of mind. His meditation was quickly halted though, when the blonde elf talked to him about the beer as a payment. A twinkle in his eyes and little smile beneath the mass of brown hair revealed that he is most pleased by the offer of the elf.
Oooh beer! Ahem.. Well one is fine, but two is better!
Thorgas stood up, preparing himself for the second session of healing for the burned elf. From his smiling face came a look of surprise and utter disgust, though, at the mention of different attitudes in person, regardless of the tribe and reputation.
What you're speaking of, elf, is all about trusting a person with a tribe as dirty as he is! I never trust a person with a distiguished line of blood-thirsty savage tribe who would sooner stick a knife at your back and pour poison in your wine, rather than make friends with you.
Here the warm, orange glow of earlier turned to the unwanted inferno that he tried to subdue before. He bellowed like an angry boar, with sparks of flame escaping those twinkling, greenish eyes. However, at the sound of the elf's soft voice about the dark elf having lost everything, he stood there silent for a moment, the red hot aura turning to the pleasant warm glow again.
Hah! a guy without everything and facing the whole world alone! Perfect for the likes of him! How long must I tolerate this.... Never mind. But I cannot trust a stranger who has a bad reputation that precedes him like a thunderstorm. Prove his kindness to me first, then we'll talk. Remember, elf, when the flood comes, it will sweep away the grain, as well as the chaff. It will never choose the ones it will carry away. If the elf turns out to be a bad weed after all, my trust for you will also be lost as well. Count on it.
He took the arm of the elf, looking for the wounds he missed earlier. Stubborn as he is, as all dwarves are, he will always lend a hand or both to a creature who needs help, as long as that creature can be trusted.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 6/28/06 13:37


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 29, 2006, 11:15:23 AM
Only thinking this Orril shudered a bit, Thorgas was right, if Xun turned to be a bad weed then he would be carried with his reputation... But how he could be mean? looking him entering the tavern in such a strange way just made him look rater inofensive, and if he wanted to pour posion in his wine, he would be death long ago.

Yes master dwarf, if he turns to be a bad weed he will take me to the tomb... but if he were one, I would be death long ago. Said in a soft voice, the pain returned fast with the hot aura over his arm.

Though is common on your race to never thrust in one that isn't from your clan, I really could fall death soon or latter if I'm not more cautios with the people I talk to... But you are miners, you have much more things to attract mean people.  

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 29, 2006, 02:20:23 PM
Xun looks at the lady, Cherri, she said her name was, and was very surprised that someone just, just talked to him! He was a dark elf. A 'filthy wretched bloodthirsty' dark elf. He did not expect anyone to care for him after the arguement he had with the dwarf. He actually expected people to be happy, for a dark elf was angry, and not much people like dark elves. they would love it if a dark elf was miserable. But now, this lady was talking to him? Trying to force out words, Xun says,

"Um, you, uh, your, you don't, uh, you don't, uh, hate me?"

Come on, Xun, you have fought woles, found out about your mother's murder, and now you can't say anything to a litlle elfess who s talking to you? Xun thinks as he tries to talk some more.

"Uh... sorry, I'm just not used to people just coming up to me and talking like that. I very much appreciate what you are saying. I would very much like you to tend to my wounds, it's just, I have some unfinished business I need to tend to myself. Please, I will be right back."

~>Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
Xun Darkwoe

Edited by: Xun Darkwoe at: 6/30/06 0:48


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on June 29, 2006, 11:11:23 PM
Some time had passed before Gamaliel came to his senses; apparently his brother is taking too long in packing his things.
How can he be so slow? That pig! Injera will be shining brightly before he finishes packing a house-worth of stuff!
He went inside the common room and dusted off his boots on the rug by the door. He saw two elves talking by the bar; one a beautiful elven maiden with amethyst eyes, the other a dark elf. He ignored both and went to the staircase. Taking the trip up the stairs, he went inside his brother's room. What he saw was unsurprising, though, as a wounded elf lying on the bed was being attended to by his overly kind brother.
Hmph. Why do you need to help every person who comes to you? I suppose it can't be helped though. Anyway, Thorgas, can I be of some assistance?
He looked at the elf lying on the bed and recognized him; the same elf who challenged Thorgas to a duel. A smile was the only expression seen on the face of the dwarf as he spoke to the patient.
This is the way Thorgas accepts any challenges adressed to him. Those burns look pretty painful. Better be careful from now on, elf. By the way, it is very rude of us to be talking to you, being complete strangers and all. My name is Gamaliel, and he is Thorgas, both of the Ironforge family.
After introducing the Ironforge brothers he decided to help his brother in attending to the wounds of the elf. He took a roll of white linen and proceeded to wrap it around the newly massaged wounds of the elf, providing protection to the healing wounds.
Don't move around so much, those nasties are likely to burst open again. A few weeks of being patched up and you're ready for another duel again.
The last words where said in a friendly manner before sitting down on a chair beside his brother's.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin

Edited by: Gamaliel Ironforge at: 7/1/06 12:40


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on June 30, 2006, 01:30:23 AM
Orril laught a bit and answered

No duels for me until I recover completly... training time will be reduced too. Nice to meet you two, as I supposed you two are brothers, or at least of the same clan...

Bearing the painful treatment with a smile in the face, Orril knew he provably would win two new friend for the end of that day.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Elendilwyn on June 30, 2006, 03:44:23 AM
Elen never got a chance to turn down the kind barmaids offer but she had her pride too and one really could not go round relying on the kindness of strangers as if it were given freely and unconditionally. However, she was really hungry and the offer to share the meal was perhaps the elven barmaids way of giving Elen a way out without too much damage to her dignity. In any case, the barmaid did look hungry and if she was not, at the rate she was running around, she would be hungry soon enough.

Nodding her head, Elen said, Thank you for your offer. I would not mind sharing the meal. It looks delicious and much too hearty for one. After a pause, she continued, Lets have the meal together. You dont have to wait for me to finish. The taste of the meal will definitely be much better with good company sharing it at the same time.  


The artist usually sets out or used to to point a moral and adorn a tale. The tale, however, points the other way, as a rule. Two blankly opposing morals, the artists and the tales. Never trust the artist. Trust the tale.
- DH Lawrence



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Brighid McLir on June 30, 2006, 07:01:23 AM
Brighid chuckled. "I think it will, and I think that's some roast."
"No problem," she said, and trundled off to go snag a meal, while Cass decided to occupy the seat across from the blind travler. She meowed curiously at him.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on June 30, 2006, 08:50:23 AM
Xun looks around and says to the barmaid, "never mind, I don't need a Ximaxian rainbow" With this, he walks slowly and quietly, well, actually fast but quietly, for he was a Eophyrhim hunter and was silent, and walked up to the door of the dwarf's room. It was at this moment that he was talking about Xun turning out to be a 'bad weed.'

"Bah! Another kind person wasted on legends and seemingly knowing of the Eophyrhim tribe! This is an outrage! But what can I do to a fire mage? Well, I fought Orril and put up a good match, but how do I know the skill of a fire mage? Ugh, the brightness of fire, to bright for my eyes. I would be nearly blinded by the first spell! But I can't just hae him insult my tribe!" Whispered Xun.

It was at this time that he heard about Orril telling that he would be long dead if Xun was a 'bad weed.'

"Me, a bad weed? I am only but a small and poor Eophyrhim elf! I have lost my mother, my father, I have no siblings, I don't think. I'm merely a small orphan! What is the point of living when you don't have anybody nice to live with?"

At this, Xun opens the door and walks in, not caring about a word of what the cruel dwarf said before. Xun had a look on his face telling everybody that he was serious. He walks up to the dwarf, not caring what he would do, and says to him.

"Do yee know what I have been through? Do yee know what misery I have had in my life? Do yee know how wicked it is to live, and have everyone hate yee? How would yee, oh dwarf, know how it feels? Just because you do not know a darn thing about the Eophyrhims does not give yee the right to insult them every waking second of yee live! I am but a poor elf, lost in a world of hatred, everybody trying to kill him. Foraging for his life, I go to a tavern and meet what? People who want to kill me! I have had the worst life you would imagine! I have witnessed the death of my mother. I have never met my father because he was dead! I do not have any brothers or sisters, like you have that other dwarf you keep talking to! I forage for life and food, trying to help people, trying to help mankind, and what do I get? Sickening people who want to kill me! Do you know how hard that is?"

~>Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
Xun Darkwoe

Edited by: Xun Darkwoe at: 6/30/06 0:51


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on July 01, 2006, 01:23:23 PM
Thorgas was surprised to see his brother helping him out with the bandages. Nevertheless, he felt sorry for leaving him at the stables, eager for the walk.
My apologies, Gamaliel, but something more important needs to be attended to before we resume our walk. The wounds and burns of this elf, if not treated, will leave everlasting scars on him. He would look like that filthy, rude dark elf who was here a while ago.
He was moving to the second arm when the elf burst through the door and goes straight to him. Thorgas saw this and once more focuses on his hands. Afterwards a flame can be seen on both hands of the dwarf, flames that can scorch anything. He listened with no interest at the rude elf's blabberings, which raised his indignation to such a degree that he pointed a hand at the dark elf, causing small flames to jump from it.
Look, elf. Pitiful your story could have been, it proves absolutely nothing of your kindness! I don't think highly of you after barging through my door like that and rudely telling me of your far flung stories! For all I know that is some trash you just made up in order to convince people to give you money! Why do you come to me? Do you think I can bring back your mother? I told you before I have nothing which may be of interest to you!
Thorgas turned his head to Gamaliel, and motioned to him to come for to his aid. Apparently, the dark elf didn't know that his brother was with him.
He's the dirty little elf I was talking about a while ago. Methinks he needs to fear the name Ironforge soon enough!

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 7/1/06 5:25


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on July 01, 2006, 02:47:23 PM
Phyth was just about to suggest getting another set of dice when the ruckus up stairs started. He tilted his head so his good ear faced the sounds, and listened. Although with there shouting it was hard not to. Phyth grimaced, not liking where it was going. "Excuse me for a moment." he said to Torscha. Not waiting for a reply, he walked quickly up the stairs. Walking quietly, but out of sight, he listened some more.

Xun was telling the dwarf, who apperently refused to treat his burns, about himself. The dwarf was not happy about it. He finished his treating of the elf and turned to Xun, small flames coming from his hands. Straining his ears, Phyth listened to the dwarf about proving his kindness, how he had nothing Xun needed. Then something about fearing the name Ironforge. Grimacing, he readied himself to butt in. Before things got ugly.

Phyth walked quietly into the doorway and leaned on it, staying in the open. He had no doubt that those little flames could turn into big ones, and he didn't want a jittery dwarf burning him. "And you have yet to prove your kindness, master dwarf." he said to Thorgas quietly. "Should he be expected to do something that you yourself won't do? I'm sure he's trying his hardest to be rude." he said sarcastically. "This elf has bad burns, and you can heal them. Don't you think that might interest him?"

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on July 01, 2006, 09:38:23 PM
Gamaliel was surprised by the sudden entrance of the dark elf they were talking about and began to talk of his past life and how difficult it was. Like his brother, he listened without much interest at the elf's jibberish. However, at the sight of the flames on Thorgas' hand and the motion for help, he stood up and took Bloodseeker from his back and braced himself in a defensive position.
You, scarred elf, absolutely have no right whatsoever to tell my brother what he should or should not do! First, you lost our respect for you by barging in and by being rude, then you tell us that tale of yours! Now move no step closer, or you shall meet the blade of my axe!
Squeak!
He remained in a defensive position when another human carelessly barged into the room He, like the eophyrhim, went on talking about proving Thorgas' kindness, the rudeness of the elf, and treatment of the burns.
Hah! tallfolk just appearing out of nowhere! My brother just recently proved his kindness by going out of his way to heal a stranger he doesn't even know, without pay! Who are you, and who gave you the authority to be our judge? He might be interested in the free healing, but apparently, the healer isn't. Don't get yourself involved in this outcast's squabble, boy. I didn't know that there were also 'dark humans'.
He stood in front of Thorgas, in order to provide front line defense for his brother when he casts a spell.
These are both dark humans and elves, Thorgas! Burn them to a charcoal blackness, as befitting to their titles!

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on July 02, 2006, 11:24:23 AM
Phyth eyed the other dwarf warily. Careful. You tread lightly, or you get burned.  Apperently that last comment made him a little angry. But he hadn't exactly said that to make him happy. "Hmm, dark human? And you're just a ray of sunshine, 'old man'." he replied sarcastically. Apperently the angry dwarf thought him a boy. Which, while Phyth isn't old for a human, neither is he young. "But who gave you authority to judge me? As for this elf's squabble," he said as he motioned to Xun. "I just came to make sure the squabble didn't turn into a fight. Because right now, what I heard in the bar earlier about  your magic being for the good of others..."

Phyth continued to stand in the doorway quietly, even though the dwarves looked like they were ready for a fight. He motioned towards the flames on Thorgas' hands and the other dwarfs hands on his weapon. "Right now, I have a hard time believing that."  

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on July 02, 2006, 12:26:23 PM
Thorgas didn't like the tone the pesky human answered Gamaliel. The flames on his hands turned redder and hotter, until he felt that he needed to answer the rude tallfolk's words.
Watch your tongue, boy, or I'll burn a brand across your mouth. Old as we may be, we can still put up a good fight! You're turning the question around. We asked who gave you the right to judge us, so don't answer my question with another question, and specially the same one. I hate people who poke their noses into other people's business.
At this point, Thorgas' mind was debating wether he should launch a fireball at the human and erase him from existence, Thrust his hand to where his heart was and burn it, or simply dehydrate the man and turn him to a dried twig. However, at the human's words about his magic for the good of all creatures, he stood there silent, as if paralyzed, and relaxed his guard, the fiery infernos on his hands dying and returning to the welcoming orange glow.
I... We... What you said is true, and I regret ever using it to threaten others. I see now, that even with a tribe with a reputation of not being dwarf-like, a person can have a much different character inside them. Well, brother, I suppose there is somebody after all who is able to handle a dwarf's stubborness and conquer it. State your name, dark human, and also the dark elf's name. Wait, never mind. We'll just call you dark human and dark elf.
While waiting for an answer from the human, he turned his head to the dark elf. He cautiously went closer to him, until he's a half ped's distance from him, and gingerly took his hands to examined the wounds. Apparently the burns are still fresh and open. Thorgas knew that this would lead to infection and thus lowering the elf's resistance to sickness.
Do you have a room? go to your bed first and rest; after I have attended to this elf I shall see what I can do for you.
No smile was seen from the dwarf's face, only an expression of mixed distrust, fear, and hidden anger. Though he agreed to heal the dark elf, he did not know him inside, and was probably better to be on his guard than be backstabbed by him.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on July 02, 2006, 01:52:23 PM
The fast spiral of events arround Orril caught him off guard, Xun entering, Thorgas answering, the human meddling... and Ironforge stubbornes beaten.

Well, if no body cares... I'm almost done with the threatment, wish we could finish it peacefully and then have a drink downstairs, I'll pay.

Said, to ensure a peaceful end to a near battle, provably the dwarves would accept it with easy, the human would be convinced with some incistense, and Xun would do whatever Orril said to make a new friend.

Seems here is someone with a tongue as soft as feathers and as sharp as swords, will be careful arround you, if you could manage a dwarf recognise something, I fear you can convince me to do a foolish thing... Said Orril looking at the human, then turned to Xun and said Go to your room and rest, those burns are real dangers so please do as the dwarf say, their knowledge in healing is far bigger than mine.

Lastly he turned his sight to Thorgas and percieved that aura of disconfort when he offered to heal Xun If you distrust him, I can be with you when you heal him, I can't stab someone that helped me... As a fact I can't stab someone unless I'm in real danger. Orril smiled, waiting for the threatment continue, the pain was slowly faiding by now, provably was his mind.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on July 03, 2006, 09:52:23 AM
Xun smiled at the generosity of the human. He was greatly relieved that the squabble did not turn into a battle. He looked at the dwarf who now was more generous. He looked at Orril, The dwarves, and the human. He was happy. Now there was someone who actually was  a stubborn dwarf, who liked him! Well, kind of.

"Ahem! um, sorry, M'lords, but my name is Xun Darkwoe. I do not know who the dark human's name is, however. Might I ask, what are your names?"

Xun bows his head toward the dwarves and human, then looked at Orril. Xun beamed at him. he heads toward the door when Orril says somthing to him.

"Don't worry. I know I have you on my side. I am truly a good elf. and there is no better friend then someone as kind and trustful as you. And besides, you helped me!"

right then, he remebered what Orril said about beer to the dwarf.

"Now then, who wants a couple of beers? aal in agree, say 'aye!'."

~>Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
Xun Darkwoe



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cronah S Achran on July 03, 2006, 10:20:23 PM
Suddenly Cronah woke up from his daydreaming, he had followed the events in the inn for some time,now he really got hungry. He rose from his table, bidding Zeth to stay where he was, looking for the elven who served the meals. He finally saw here standing with a female half-elf. He walked up to them just when the elf maiden said

Have at it MLady, I will eat after yee have finished...

After he heard this he thought about his wealth, when he travelled he didnt have much comfort but he had some wealth and enough money. Realizing this he walked up to the elf maiden.

Excuse me but, can I order some sort of breakfast? And I would like to have a room, if its possible.

After having said this he didnt wait till the elf maiden said something but fetched his purse and got twenty five sans from it. He put them on the table and said to the elf maiden

"Take the breakfast form the girl and yourself  from it, the rest is hers. Ill be waiting for my breakfast at my table, if you would be so kind to bring it to me after you ate.


Having said this he smiled at the two female elven and got back to his table, petting Zeth on the head, smiling inside.

Cronah S Achran
Currently writing on The Santharian Runner, if you got a message we will deliver it.
Stories become real once you read them.

Edited by: Cronah S Achran  at: 7/3/06 14:27


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on July 03, 2006, 11:34:23 PM
Hah! Blasted dark human! You talk too much. How about a fat lip to go with that ugly beard? You want a fight, then bring it on, boy!
Gamaliel gripped the handle of his axe, preparing to jump into a frenzied state and hack the human apart. Eyes focused on the enemy, he thought of nothing more than to see the fool lying on the ground, wet with his own blood. At this point, however, Thorgas stopped him from charging straight to the man. He was talking about the foolishness of their actions, and for the first time in their life, somebody actually conquered a dwarf's stubborness. He stood still, surprised at his brother's reply. He shrugged at that moment and looked at Thorgas.
Hmph. So be it, brother. You will aid them, but I still don't trust them. I see it in your eyes; distrust, fear and anger. I know you also don't trust them. I don't blame you, considering what that boy just told you a while ago. Just heal them and we'll go to our walk.
After speaking to his brother, the dark elf, who introduces himself as Xun, agrees to go and have a rest in his room, while Thorgas hurries with the treatment of the other elf's wounds.
You know I won't let you go alone, and I know you won't go without me. I'll be keeping my eye on them, and also on our backs.
He lighted his pipe and proceeded smoking, all the while thinking of the strange events that had happened in this tavern. These meddlesome fools, the strangers asking them for something, their rudeness, all intolerable. He was startled from his thoughts by Xun's voice, asking them of their name.
Our names, dark elf, are not of your concern. But if you insist, the yellow haired pointy ear can tell you about it. Afterwards, go to your room as Thorgas instructed.
A sour expression was made evident at the dwarf's face as he thought of having to spend a few minutes treating this elf.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on July 04, 2006, 04:03:23 AM
Xun listen's to the other dwarf while he said that there names were none of his concern.

"Ah, but then we could not introduce eachother properly. We should be able to know eachother after a long time of talking like that and then working it all out. Besides, you wanted to know our names, but we can't know yours? that is unfair. We should be able to know everyone! and if you don't tell me, I can't order beer for you."

Xun grins at the last sentence. He knew dwarves loved beer and alcohol, so he thought that might break into the dwarf and making him tell his name. Xun walks over to Orril and looks at him. His burns were better. There was no need to treat him much more, except for a bit of finishing touches. Xun looked at himself. He was a warrior, and could stand the pain more then Orril, but it still stung, and eventually he would pass out if not treated. He knew Orril was a mage, and was not used to getting close up and being scratched by a sword. He knew that if he could sneak up on him, he could easily kill Orril. But no, he would not kill Orril. He was good. They both were. Orril had helped him. Helped him win the fight against the dwarf, or more like arguement. He helped him make the sparks go away using Xun's scimitar. He even stuck to him when they were talking to Twen. He would not kill Orril. Hopefully they would meet again after they have to depart.

Xun walks again to the door and realizes what he had said to Cherri, the elfess who had offered to treat to his burns. He goes to the door and runs down the stairs, hoping Cherri was still there. He finds her, still in the same spot she sat before. Xun walks toward her, hoping his sudden rudeness did not offend her.

"Greetings! I'm so sorry I dropped yee to go somewhere else. You see there was a dwarf in this room, and, you know what, I'll tell yee about it later. Now then, about the burns, I would be glad for somebody to treat to them. I am so sorry for my rudeness. so please, a poor elf askes you, can you treat them like you said?"

~>Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
Xun Darkwoe



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on July 04, 2006, 08:31:23 AM
Thorgas nodded his head at his brother and beamed a warm smile at him. He knew that Gamaliel will be always by his side. He grumbled as he massages the other arm of the elf, and after finishing it he moved to the face, grateful at last that it is finished. He will just rush the dark elf's treatment.
Hmph. Rude, foolish, dirty, medlesome, fat lipped, ugly beard...
His temper flared up again when the dark elf spoke of proper introduction, and worse of all, he tempted the brothers to a round of beer.
I never wanted to know your name, dar-- erm-- elf. Just call us dwarves and we'll call you dark elf and your companion there as yellow haired, as well as that boy there, dark human. About the beer, we just killed two pitchers of them, full to the brim.
Thorgas stood there, waiting for the dark elf to go to his room, the frown on his face still there as well as a few mean looks that manage to escape his face. He was surprised and happy at the same time when the dark elf went down the stairs to do some unfinished business.
Well, I guess he won't be needing the healing. What a relief. Let's go, Gamaliel, to the stables and fetch Buri. As for you two, you may leave.... Now.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

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Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 7/4/06 2:25


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on July 04, 2006, 11:52:23 AM
Phyth sat in the doorway, any moment now expecting to get burned. A minute ago he was expecting to gamble in a dice game. Now he was facing one of the biggest gamble's of his life. At least Torscha isn't here, he thought. I get the feeling he doesn't like fire. He looked at the flames that were growing even bigger. Although I'm not to found of it in this case either. The two dwarves burst out talking, Phyth flinched at their movements, thinking it was the end for him...

And saw the fires burn lower in the dwarfs hands. As he spoke about him being one to handle the stubborness of dwarves, the other one lowered his axe. Still leaning against the doorway, Phyth listened to someone gasp. He realized it was him, as he let out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding. Nodding back to the dwarves, he turned to leave, only to see that Xun was talking again. Does he have any brains?! I just saved him from getting killed, does he want it to happen? A minute ago he was going to get burned, and now the elf was talking about how unfair it was to not know their names. If they don't kill him, I will.

The dwarf with the axe told Xun their names were none of his concern, just go to his room like "Thorgas" instructed. If they didn't want their names to be known, it was to late for one of them. Phyth turned his head, finally the elf had left. It's about time, he thought. He turned back to the dwarves. "Dark human is fine, though I've never heard of one. Sorry about calling you an old man." Phyth turned around and started to leave, then spoke to them again. "In fact, I never meant anything I said in here..."

Phyth walked down the stairs into the bar. Everyone was still there, including Torscha at the table. Apparently no one else had noticed what happened upstairs. He walked over, sat down at the table, and finished his drink. Turning to Torscha, he said, "Now, where were we?"

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Elendilwyn on July 05, 2006, 02:49:23 PM
Either this place was full of kind-hearted people or Elen was just fortunate. Perhaps travel and hardship brings people together or perhaps she had been wrong about people all along. Here comes someone who offered to pay for breakfast but barmaid or otherwise, she really did not want to be indebted to anyone. Unfortunately, people like them never gave sufficient room for denial.

Elen had been too absorbed thinking about her breakfast that she had not realized what was going on around her, until she heard the general chatter of the tavern turn into raised voicesthe dwarfs and the elf fire!images of the previous days fire flashed through her mindnot againthis tavern certainly calls through its doors those who treat fire like a toy, what foolsand the thought of it annoyed ElenPeople who do not give a care for anyone else but their own pride and dignity, people who get into a fight just for the sake of itand a frown spread across her face while these things were running through her mind.

Shaking herself free of these thoughts, though if she had an opportunity, she would love to give these fools a piece of her mind, she got up and walked towards the stranger who had just offered to pay for breakfast and said, thank you for you offer but I think we can manage, save your money for yourself and then turned to walk back.


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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: shativol on July 09, 2006, 10:53:23 AM
Shati smiled at Brighid, and nodded as she went off. After hearing the meow from accross the table, he tilted his head and faced the source of the sound.
"Hello little kitty, and what are you doing here today?" Shati spoke softly to the cat, even though he  knew that he would not get a response he would understand.

Shati extended his hand, palm up accross the table, offering the scratch the cat's back.  

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on July 10, 2006, 06:26:23 AM
Cherri had watched the dark elf seemingly ignore her and run back up the stairs from whence he had come.  Cherri looking at bit disturbed at the dark elf's rudeness decided not to let it bother her.  Perhaps he did not hear her  or something more urgent needed his attention.  Either way it did not matter.  Cherri took in Drasil's form as she walked back to their table .  He was older than herself tho she knew not by how much.  

Cherri gracefully slid into the chair and watched Drasil as she picked up a piece of fruit and gently slid it between her lips and into her mouth.  His eyes watched her movements for a moment until he realized she was watching him just as intently and his gaze quickly fell and an ever so light blush creeping over him.  "Do try some, Drasil.  The fruit is sweet I promise you."
Drasil looked back up and seeing that Cherri was not laughing at his shyness decided to try a piece of fruit.  It was sweet to his tounge.  Then before he could comment the elf she had went to bar appeared and starting speaking in a jumble of words.  Drasil raised his brow to Cherri at the mention of healing wounds.  

Cherri nodded at the dark elf's apology. "Drasil please do excuse me for a few moments while I attend his wounds." Turning her attention to the other dark elf Cherri stood and smoothed out her dress.  "I take it you have a room here.  Please show me where it is for you will want to lay down for a little bit after I am done.  I heal using herbs not magic I am afraid.  If this is not what you wish please tell me.  Otherwise show me to your quarters so that we may begin." Cherri waited, standing by Drasil's chair, for the dark elf to show her to his room.  As she left she allowed her slender fingers to glide lightly across Drasil's shoulder and the back of his neck.  If he could kiss her hand uninvited then she would be granted this small pleasure.

Drasil shuddered involentarily as Cherri's fingers brushed across his bare skin, but not from revulsion.  Her touch was pleasant as was the scent that lingered behind from her.  He half wanted to follow them but decided to stay seated.  Popping a piece of sweet juicy fruit into his mouth Drasil decided that if Cherri was not back soon, he would then search for her in the rooms above.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on July 10, 2006, 06:48:23 AM
Xun listened as the elfess told him the instructions of going to his room. Then she says that she will heal using herbs, not magic. It was at this moment, that being not treated quickly, that the burns were becoming unbearable. He could withstand them more the Orril, but that was because he was a warrior, and used to getting hurt, where as Orril is a mage, and fires lightning bolts from afar. The burns quickly stung his skin. Xun flinches and looks at Cherri, as if 'okay, let's do it... quickly.'

"I don't care how you treat the wounds, as long as somebody treats them. Sorry for my rudeness, still. It has been an hour, maybe two, since I have gotten burned. It is becoming unbearable. Yes I have a room here. Follow me."

Xun looks at the stairs and walks up them. He goes to a door that was the door to his room. He opens it and looks at the bed. Cherri said that I should lay down during the treatment. Xun goes to the bed and lays down, waiting for Cherri to come.

~>Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
Xun Darkwoe



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on July 11, 2006, 11:12:23 AM
Cherri followed the dark elf up to his room and as he layed down upon the bed Cherri poured water from the pitcher into the basin.  Deftly loosening several pouches that were tied to her waist and fishing out a vial Cherri smiled at the dark elf.  "You have yet to tell me your name, dark child of Cor." Cherri's voice was soft and held a hint of melody.  

Cherri's eyes became serious for a moment as she moved over to the bed leaving her pouches upon the small wash table.  She gingerly inspected each wound and took in to account the elf's appearence, body weight, and height.  Cherri could see the pain in the dark elf's eyes and knew that he had endured more than most would.

Cherri moved back over to the small table and lifted a pouch open emptying a Miyuestiac berry into her hand.  Cherri looked back to the dark elf and empty a couple more for a total of three.  Bringing this to the dark elf Cherri handed the berries to him to eat.

"These are Miyu Berries.  They will help with the pain tho only for a certain period of time.  They will cause your body to become numb so that I may touch your wounds." Cherri laid the berries on the bed close to the dark elf.  

"It will take only a couple of moments for these to get into your system for they are strong to be so small.  I will go and find some clothes that I will need to use while the berries take their affect."

Cherri disappeared owt of his room gently closing the door behind her.  She headed towards the common wash room and looks for a few pieces of dry cloth.  Finding the rremains of what appeared to once have been a shirt, Cherri headed back to the room.

She knocked thrice quickly on the door and then entered into the room.  Tearing the rags into strips of cloth, Cherri dipped one strip into the small basin of water in which she had mixed several herbs in order to first clean and steralize the wounds.  It would do not good to treat the wounds if they were already infected.

Next she took the vial filled with Jeshanna Ointment into her hand.  She tied all the pouches back into their places excluding the one that contained Odea Moss.  This pouch she wrapped the strings around her hand and picked up the strips of cloth and small basin and carried them to the bed.  She looked at the dark elf to see if he was feeling the effects of the Miyu berry.  

"I will first cleanse the wounds to rid of any infection that may already have begun.  Then I will treat the wounds with Jeshanna ointment and then apply a paste made of odea moss.  For this last application I will beed a drop of your blood if you do not mind.  It helps with the bonding of your body so that you will heal faster."

Cherri kneels at the side of the dark elf's bed ready to begin.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on July 14, 2006, 07:19:23 AM
She was hungry.

That was the first coherent thought that had come to Lorlessa's mind when she had awoken at Firstflame, still sitting on the back of Ivory the horse. Looking through her pack, she found no bread, nor cheese, nor berries that she could indulge in--only a few coins. But she was not yet hungry enough to eat the coins, nor hungry enough to have to kill an animal as a last resort. It was against her nature.

Now, however, Lorlessa saw the smoke coming up from what could only be an inn or tavern, and perhaps against her better judgement she dug her heels into Ivory's sides and gallopped towards potential food.

When she came to a small building Lorlessa pulled back on the leather horse reins, and the obediant animal came to a stop. The young woman jumped off of Ivory's back, shaking only slightly as she touched the ground. Perhaps she was finally getting used to her Earthburned status. After taking her pack and settling it onto her back, she looked around for a stable or post to tether Ivory.

Gently, Lorlessa pulled on the reins, leading the horse as she looked around. There were three buildings in the area--one was large and smelled of food, and made the half-elf's stomach growl with anticipation; the other two were much smaller, and Lorlessa could hear neighs coming from it.

There was a boy near the entrance, and she walked over to him. "Excuse me," she said quietly, getting the boy's attention. "I need a stable-hand for my horse." The boy took first the coin that Lorlessa was holding, then Ivory's reins, and led the horse away, whistling happily.

Lorlessa would have gone with the stablehand, but her hunger was becoming overwhelming, so she walked over to the entrance to the tavern. Looking in she was surprised to see the many patrons in attendance, and it made her a slight bit nervous. There were humans and elves, and also small people that had beards, the likes of which she had not seen before.

She tried to see through the smoke of the hearth, squinting. There was a table open in the back of the room, and so Lorlessa made her way past the patrons to sit, wondering who the bar maid was, and whether or not she could get something to eat.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on July 14, 2006, 10:11:23 AM
As Xun lays down he sees Cherri walk into the room. He looks at her as she walks beside him. She says how he had not told her his name, and called him 'dark child of Coor.' He looks at her questionly. How did she know he was a dark elf?

"Ah! a name huh? Well, my name is Xun, and I am pleased to meet yee. Though, might I ask you, dark elves do not look much different then normal wood elves, so I ask you, how do you know I am a dark elf? and please, I do kind of find 'dark child of Coor' to be rather offensive, seeing as dark elves are just more so only nocturnal and such. So I do not think there is much need of being called a dark child."

As Cherri hears this, she held out a type of berry, called Miyu Berries she said.. She told him to eat the three she held out, for they would make him numb so she could treat him.

"Numb? that meens I won't feel the pain of the burns when you tend to them, or even right now? Works for me!"

With this, Xun takes the three berries Cherri puts on the bed and puts them in his mouth. He tries to swallow them quickly for they tasted somewhat bland in his mouth, though that was his thought. He then sees Cherri leave the room to get something. He looks around and looks out the window. He sees a bird outside flying acroos the trees. Oh what I would give to fly like that. He then sees Cherri eneter the room with rags. She tears the rags into little strips of cloth and dip them into water. She tells him that she was wiping his skin first so that no infections would take effect.

"Yes, that would be vary bad. What would be the point of getting treated and then dying because of infection?"

~>Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
Xun Darkwoe



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on July 14, 2006, 12:56:23 PM
Cherri smiled at Xun's questions as she re-thinks them and then remembers how he responded to being called a 'dark child of Cor'.   She had not meant to offend him.  "I am sorry Xun if I offended you in any way for that was not my intention.  As far as how I could tell that you are dark elf, well..." Cherri drifted from her conversation as she washed the wounds on Xun's face, neck, checks, arms, hands, and fingers.  "I was taught about all different races and picked out certain features such as your clothes, hair that are unique." Cherri studied intently as particular wound on Xun's arm and then another on his neck that looked angry and swollen.  

Cherri moved from her kneeling position at the bed and set the bowl of water and used rag on the small table.  Next she took another clean rag and kneeling once more beside the bed she dabbed the Jeshanna Ointment onto the cloth and liberally applied it to Xun's wounds.  Cherri fell silent in her administrations.  Her hair fell across Xun's chest shielding her from his eyes as she inspected a wound on the arm fartherest away from her.  

Placing the stopper back into the vital after she had applied the Ointment, Cherri withdrew her dagger and smiled wickedly at Xun. "Now the fun part.  I will be needing that blood I mentioned before."

Cherri, though she was smiling, was very serious.  The moss needed the wounded's blood to bond with.  Cherri held out her hand, her long slender fingers extended for Xun's hand.  Her dagger was held firmly in her other, in a non-threatening way.  She had learned years ago that most became very uneasy and uncertain with her healing methods when asked to willingly spill their own blood, but what had to be done must if he wished to heal quickly.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on July 14, 2006, 11:40:23 PM
After what feels like a long time of treating elven burns and arguing with nosey tallfolks, Thorgas decided it was time to leave the place for a nice relaxing walk. He took Torosar, packed his belongings, hanged the Ironforge Codex across his body and grabbed his hat. putting it on and at last covering his head with a hood, he thus made ready to traverse the desert sands for a nice walk with his brother. He went alone downstairs past the patrons of the inn, where nothing seems to be new except an elven maiden who sat at the end of the room. Ignoring this, he lit his pipe, went straight to the stables and gave a scratch to Buri's belly.
Good morning, Buri. You're joining us for a walk. I'll feed you on the way.
Oink!
Thorgas looked closely at Buri to see that he has not been harmed in any way; then he turned to the stable boy and handed him a few coins, just enough to buy himself a drink.
That's for taking very good care of my baby here. See to it that when I return a fresh bed of straw, a warm tasty gruel, and a trough of fresh cold water will be waiting for him. I'll pay for the trouble.
Oink.
The boy took the coins with a silly smile on his face, knowing that at the end of the day he would have more to spend. He also laughed to himself when he stared at both dwarf and pig, barely telling them apart under that shaggy mass of brown hair, rough looking but soft to the touch. Thorgas ignored this and walked out of the stables with Buri trotting at his side and occasionally raising his tusk in the air, proudly showing the sharp, yellowish weapon to those who would see it.
You do that later; right now we must wait for Gamaliel to show up with all those shining weapons of his.
Oink.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 7/14/06 15:42


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on July 15, 2006, 02:36:23 AM
"It is ok, you did not know that I think a bit differently from my other brethren. You did not offend me much, and no offense is taken. I just wanted to point it out."

Xun flinches as Cherri worked on him. He looked around. He didn't feel to much pain because of the Miyu Berries, but there was still a bit. He felt different. He was in this tavern, having someone help him. He was now dressed in tattered clothes from the burns that burned through the clothes. He looks at his scimitar and bow on his waist and back. He started to think about his mother. He had a feeling. An urge, to... to do something. No! not now! It will not come over now! The craze was coming up. But Xun fought it, and eventually, it died down. He was still controling himself. He then listened to Cherri about the "fun part."

"Fun part? what is the fun---"

He was quickly awnsered by a dagger being held in Cherri's hand. Xun clenches his scimitar, but finds that Cherri was holding it wrong. It was not threatningly. She was not trying to aggravate him. Xun keeps his grip on the scimitar, but softens it a bit.

"What are you doing with that thing?"

~>Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
Xun Darkwoe



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on July 15, 2006, 08:40:23 AM
Cherri's brow crinkled with puzzlement for a brief moment.  Did Xun not hear that she needed a drop of his blood?

Cherri slowly and gently reached for his hand. "I need only a drop or two of your blood.  How else did you purpose I extract it from you if not by pricking your finger?"  Cherri held out her hand in a more firm manner waiting for Xun to make up his mind.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on July 15, 2006, 09:49:23 AM
Xun looks at Cherri, and then realized that there was no point in doing any of this. She was practicall on top of him. If she really wanted to kill him, she could have done it easily already.

"Sorry, I did not hear that. Go on with the treatment. Hmm, you know what tribe I am in, so what tribe are you in?"

Xun loosenes the grip of the scimitar and lets go, waiting for the operation to proceed

~>Enemies shall die, attackers shall have no mercy. Enemies shall live, and be slaves for eternity.<~
Xun Darkwoe



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on July 16, 2006, 01:19:23 PM
A lone figure approached the Thirsty Herald from the direction of the city of Strata. A cloud of dust followed him, and as the dust cleared the figure appeared to be a man. He walked with a certain swagger in his step, and as he neared the tavern he could be seen clearer. His clothes were dirty, and his hair and skin didn't look much better. Calloused hands rested on the hilt of a cutlass. If one knew where to look it was clear this man was a sailor. The sailor reached the entrance of the tavern and began to pat the dust off his clothes, creating another cloud. Opening the door to the tavern, he began to sneeze and cough violently. The man began to noisily pound his boots on the floor, leaving a pile of dirt on it. Straightening up, the sailor began to take in his surroundings.

Hmm, looks promising, he thought to himself. Maybe not in looking for my ship, but in everything else that counts. Jarrl's eyes first went to the bar. On it were many bottles, most of them sure to be alcoholic, and most of them he was sure to like. Jarrl smiled as his eyes darted to a couple of men sitting at a table, one of them with a pair of dice in his hand. A hand reached into a bag hidden in his vest and jiggled the coins that were in there. Maybe this'll be a good place gamble. And if I lose, it shouldn't be hard to "earn" more money, he thought to himself.

Jarrl turned his attention back to the rest of the bars patrons. Unfortunatly, at first glance he could tell none of them were sailors, and would probably know nothing about his ship. Still, it doesn't hurt to try. He walked swaggeringly in the direction of a table occupied by a blind man and a woman. Flashing a smile at the woman, he almost got near the table and noticed there was a cat sitting in a chair. The smile quickly turned into a frown. Jarrl wasn't to fond of animals, especially land animals. Besides, the woman was leaving the table. He sighed impatiantly. The barmaid looked busy, and raiding the bar probably wouldn't be a good idea. Grrr, he thought, looks like food and drink might have to wait. Now might be a good time to ask about my ship. Jarrl spotted a table in the back that was free, and sauntered on over. He flashed another smile at the young elf maid sitting there. Reaching the table he sat down, put his feet up on it, and waited.


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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on July 16, 2006, 10:13:23 PM
Lorlessa watched the room, absently tapping her somewhat long black fingernails on the table she was sitting on. As she observed, one of the small men with the beards came downstairs, looked about the room as far as she could tell, and then left for the outside. She did not know his race, or perhaps he was in a human tribe that happened to be short and have breards. But she did not know, and did not want to as the man, as he was carrying a staff that looked most dangerous.

The half-elf maiden sat at the table for a while, watching the patrons gamble, drink, eat, and be merry, all the while trying not to let her hunger overpower her. "I'm thin already," Lorlessa murmured to herself, "I would rather not get worse." She pushed around a coin with her index finger, tracing it in the pattern of her name, waiting for something exciting to happen, or at least for the barmaid to finish and bring her some food.

Coughing and sneezing at the door to the tavern made Lorlessa look up from her bored ministrations. Standing at the door was a human male, middle-aged it seemed, looking like he had just rolled in the filth with the pigs. He carried something which could only hold a sword of some kind. Making much noise the man cleaned his boots, and then looked about. She noticed that his eyes were first drawn to the bottles on the bar, and at this Lorlessa shook her head. She never much cared for alcohol.

Taking her eyes off the man, she noticed that there was a cat at a nearby table. Lorlessa brightened. She loved animals of all kinds, especially small, furry ones such as cats. But it was not her pet, and she would not bother the owner to do something as trivial as pet it.

Her hunger getting the best of her once again, she turned her head to try and find the barmaid, and was very much surprised when she saw the ragged man sauntering towards her table. She stiffened, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. If only she were that cat, then perhaps her fur standing on end would create an illusion that she was more dangerous than she looked. The man sat down at the table next to hers and flashed her a smile. She returned it, although she felt it was clear that his presence was making her skittish. Still, she tried to be cheery when she said, "Good morning."

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on July 16, 2006, 11:10:23 PM
Gamaliel was left alone inside his brother's room with the yellow haired one. He placed his axe again on the straps on his back and walked downstairs to catch up with his brother. Once in the common room he found some new comers; a woman who looks like an elf and another tallfolk. He suddenly remembered the arguement a while ago and how close the Ironforge brothers got to a fight, a memory that is sure to leave him with an everlasting impressions of how humans behave. He ignored the man and looked at the maiden.
Sure enough, all the maidens here are a sight for sore eyes. Too bad they're not dwarves.
He went outside the tavern where he was greeted by the warmth of Injera's rays, his brother's impatient look, and Buri at his side.
Hmm... Let's go, Thorgas, we should resume our plans that we talked about earlier.
He started walking with Thorgas and Buri at his side and fondly remembered the days when they were young and enjoyed these activities. For a while they became silent, and Gamaliel was the first one to break the silence by talking to his brother, in their own language, the Thergerim Taal.
!Disthergyther Hu Unaril!
He gave a smile and anticipated his brother's reaction, while thinking about donning his helmet in case Thorgas will give him a resounding thwack in the head.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cronah S Achran on July 17, 2006, 07:17:23 AM
Thank you for you offer but I think we can manage, save your money for yourself the elven said and then walked away.
He would save it and offer her a drink for it when the right time came Cronah tought waiting for his breakfast.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on July 17, 2006, 01:07:23 PM
Jarrl sat at his table, suddenly fascinated with some grime on his boots. He reached an arm forward to pick it off when a figure walking down the stairs caught his eye. It was an old looking dwarf with an axe on his back. Jarrl wasn't exactly fond of dwarves either. To his eye, they looked like stocky beings, who the moment they fell out of a boat they'd sink like a rock and drown. Which didn't mean he hated dwarves, but this one didn't look like he would know anything either. As his picked at the grime on his boot, Jarrl mused about what he did like. Drink, I like drink! And money, he thought to himself. Money's really good. And...

Before he could finish his thought, Jarrl was interrupted by a voice that said good morning. He turned his head to see the elf maid sitting at another table next to his. Instantly the grime on the boot was forgotten, and he sat his boots back on the floor. They left a small pile of dirt on the table, which he ignored. "Aye, it's a fine morning," he lied. "Very warm and...Dry."

He looked at the girl sitting at the other table. It was clear she didn't trust him, and Jarrl didn't blame her. If she really knew anything about him, she probably wouldn't let him near her.


"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."

Edited by: Captain Jarrl at: 7/17/06 5:10


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Brighid McLir on July 18, 2006, 12:42:23 AM
Cass leaned forward, and allowed herself to be pet. She watched Brighid come back with the roast, and hopped out of the seat to allow Brighid to occupy it.
"Here you go," she said, depositing the plate in front of him, and sat down in the newly vacated seat, while Cass curled up on the floor next to her.
"So," Brighid asked, taking out her harp, "What're you doing around here?"



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on July 18, 2006, 02:46:23 AM
Lorlessa nodded at the man's words, eyeing the pile of dirt on the table. She was a clean person by nature, and as such did not usually like to see grime everywhere. But, it was his table that he had soiled, and it was not her buisiness. The man had a hard look about him, as if he was used to a rough world with hardships. All the same, he also looked like he drowned those hardships with alcohol. This she could tell by the way he had eyed the counter, and also in the way he held himself.

His name was of no importance to her at the moment, so she kept quiet as she waited for the barmaid.

"I suppose it may be a good day," Lorlessa responded stiffly, "Personally I find the heat to be an annoyance." Her previous home was a chilly forest, and growing up she had developed an affinity to the cold. She thought it strange that her father could have lived in the Rhaz-Dth desert.

The half-elf picked up the coin she had been fidgeting with up off the table. It was one of her only few sans and she did not want it stolen or lost.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on July 19, 2006, 12:37:23 PM
Phyth sat waiting at his table. He briefly considered calling for the barmaid, but decided against it. It didn't look like she was in the best of moods, and his comment earlier in the morning didn't help either. He wiped a hand down his brow, which was streaked with dust, and then stared at his empty flagon. Service, he felt like saying, I need a drink.

Phyth's musings were interrupted by the bustle of the tavern. A new person walked in, an elf maid by the look of her, and one of the dwarves came from upstairs. He turned his head from the dwarf, hoping he hadn't come down to burn him after having second thoughts. Phyth sighed with relief after the dwarf left the tavern. Only to see another person enter. He looked at the newcomer with an appraising eye, and was soon convinced this man wouldn't hire him. He was odd looking, and walked with a certain overconfidence that Phyth disliked. But he turned his head again as the other dwarf came down. Thankfully, this one exited the tavern too. Phyth shook his head and stared into his cup again, thinking.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on July 20, 2006, 12:57:23 PM
Jarrl stared at his table while he listened to the elf maid talk. The small pile of dirt sat there, summing up what he disliked the most. He didn't hate the land, just being trapped on it, and especially dust. Sand he loved, he mused, thinking about the beaches of the many places he had been to. Finally, not able to stand it any longer, Jarrl walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle. He looked studied it for a moment, then grabbed a flagon and began to pour himself a drink. Satisfied, he reached into a pocket and dropped a few sans on the bar, then walked back to his table.

Jarrl reached his table and looked down at it. Shaking his head, he sat down and muttered something to himself about the owners. "Ye better be keeping your tables cleaner, missy." He brushed the dirt off onto the floor with one hand, and took a swig of his drink with the other. Turning to the elf, Jarrl replied to her. "Aye, but not as hot as the time I had to ride halfway through that desert," he said, motioning outside at the Rahaz Dath. "That was much worse." To tell the truth, which Jarrl rarely did, he had never been outside of Strata before. In fact, this was the farthest outside he had gotten. But she doesn't know that, he thought as he took another swig of his drink.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on July 20, 2006, 09:41:23 PM
A slender eyebrow rose high above it's twin on the half-elf's face. "You have crossed the Rhaz-Dth?" Lorlessa said with skepticism. She didn't believe him. He was tanned, but he was not as tanned as he would be after riding through the scorching desert. Lorlessa herself had gotten significantly darker from a Maeverhim's perspective, though to most of the other patrons she was pale as a phantom.

"What a coincidence," Lorlessa said with a slight flourish of her hand, "So have I." And this was truth. Being the trader that she was, Lorlessa had been many places. And to get here from her previous trading grounds--Seraia, the Sharadon Forest, the Narfost Plain--she had to cross the sand and sweltering heat.

Needless to say, it was not pleasant. "Where do you hail from?" the maiden inquired.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Miraran Tehuriden on July 21, 2006, 07:08:23 PM
Looking slightly dusty after his ride through the desert, Miraran happily delivered Greystar into the care of the stable man.

Rummaging through the saddlebags he managed to draw out three sleeping rats from their favoured hiding spot.. just about anywhere he tried to hide food from them. Tucking two of them safely in his pockets, and still holding Squeak, he made his way into the main building, eager to get some breakfast.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on July 22, 2006, 01:51:23 PM
Jarrl took another swig of drink from his mug and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Ciosa," he answered truthfully. "Though I haven't been there in a while. Strata'd probably be the closest thing I have to a home on land." He waited for her answer, hoping the young girl was bright enough to understand and inquire his comment about land. He dropped the bait, and only hoped he could drop hints, some of them loud enough for others to hear. Then maybe he could hear something about his ship. Maybe.

It was sticky business though. It wouldn't do any good to just ask about the Folly, unless he hoped to go straight to Strata's prison. No, he'd have to inquire about his ship subtley. Though he doubted she or anyone knew anything about ships. Jarrl's thoughts were interrupted as a sound came from the tavern door. A man walked in, carrying a rat in his hand. A shudder ran down his spine after seeing it. He hated the disease carrying filth, and had personally made sure every last one of the things were hunted down on his ship. Ye sure know how to ruin a mood, he thought towards the man as he downed the last of his drink.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on July 22, 2006, 03:08:23 PM
Thorgas stopped shortly on his tracks at the mention of an elf whom Gamaliel thinks is good looking.
*Paa, Uhnu Patz Unolun*
Without any second thoughts, he took his staff and gave a slight rap on his brother's head.
That's for you, for being silly, and give thanks that you're my brother, or else I would give you more than just a thwack in the head. How would a female elf be good looking? They don't have beards, they look like trees, and worst of all, they have ugly, pointy ears.
Both of them issued from the door of the tavern, chatting like there is no tomorrow. He remembered too, of the time when they were living with their family, beneath the Mithral Mountains and his apprenticeship at a blacksmith's shop, which didn't turn out too well.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on July 23, 2006, 12:19:23 AM
Ciosa. That was North-East of Seraia, if Lorlessa had her facts straight. Perhaps he'd been telling the truth about crossing the Rhaz-Dth. But then he's also know about her home...it was puzzling, figuring out if he spoke truth or lies. "Your home on land?" Lorlessa repeated. She studied the man once more. Calloused hands, scars, a dark tan, the bad hygiene, the loop through his ear...it was beginning to make sense. "You're a sailor," she stated resolutely.

A golden opportunity might've presented itself to her at that moment. This sailor may have many interesting trinkets on him...or perhaps could be persuaded to buy some of her wares. He was drinking, after all. It was possible his inhibitions would drop...or perhaps she could persuade him to gamble for her wares. Anything for a sans, that was her motto nowadays. A smile came over the half-elf's features. Perhaps this could work for her. She ignored her rumbling stomach as she started to concoct a plan.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on July 24, 2006, 06:37:23 AM
A sigh almost escaped Jarrl as the elf got it. Finally. She stated he was a sailor, and it wasn't a question. "Aye, last time I looked," he replied to her. "Actually, was. I'm ah..." He hoped others could hear, then he could begin asking around.

"...Beached." Now hopefully he could begin asking others about his ship.

The sooner the better, he thought. While this tavern was adequate, he preferred noisier taverns, and ones with more women. But he wasn't here for pleasure (much to his annoyance), he was here for business. With that thought in mind, he walked to the bar and grabbed the same bottle as before, this time taking the whole thing. Coins clinked on the bar as he dropped more sans on it. Jarrl walked back to the bar and began to pour another drink. The girl still had that look on her face. And Jarrl didn't like it.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."

Edited by: Captain Jarrl at: 7/24/06 4:38


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Miraran Tehuriden on July 25, 2006, 02:15:23 AM
Miraran studied the menu card for a moment before rummaging through his pockets in search of a few san for his drink.  Nothing? But i'm sure i had.... he muttered softly, mostly to himself, before letting go of a deep sigh. Oh, of course... Thief again.... Squeak, can you try and get Thief to bring back the coins she took?

The rat in his hand turned its head to look at Mira. Chirp? Eep Yeep! it chattered, before disappearing into his left pocket.

after only a few seconds, and a lot of muffled rat sounds, Squeak and a second rat appeared, dragging a few coins onto the bar, before disappearing again into their cozy 'nest'.

Mira looked at the barmaid and grimaced.The things you have to do just to get your own money back sometimes.... I'll have some of the fruit, please.. and a cup of water for my rats. The coins were skillfully sorted, and the remains disappeared into his pouch as the maid went to prepare his order. Mira looked around, and took a first good look at the other patrons.



Title: Re: XIIII: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on July 25, 2006, 07:17:23 AM
"Beached?" Lorlessa asked. "You mean you are a sailor without a ship?" It was almost laughable, and try as she may the half-elf could not wipe the smile off her face. This man, who apparently had an affinity for women, gambling, and alcohol, was looking for a ship. And perhaps it was her hunger, or perhaps it was a developing greed, but suddenly this golden opportunity was blinking right in front of her.

She hardly noticed as the man stood and walked to get another drink, this time bringing the whole bottle. The maiden did her best to look somewhat professional, though her anxiousness showed through her tapping fingers. "Perhaps I can help you," Lorlessa said as the man sat at his table. "You see, I am a trader."



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on July 26, 2006, 03:17:23 AM
"Uh huh..." Jarrl replied skeptically, eyeing her. And that was when it all fell together. That look on her face, it meant she was out for a profit. Although it was odd to think that she might have what he wanted. "And ya just happen to have a ship in your pocket?" Jarrl sighed inwardly. Ye can return what was stolen to me? It was doubtful he would get very far with this girl, but he had to try. Anyway to get his ship back. Or any ship, for that matter.

A shudder ran down his spine as Jarrl looked at the bar briefly. That damn man didn't have just one rat, he had three. For a moment he felt like spearing the little buggers, but decided against it. Wouldn't do to get everyone mad at him. But stil puzzled him why someone would keep them as pets. Actually, he wondered why people would have pets at all. Shuddering again, he turned back to the elf maid. "What've ye got to trade?"

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on July 28, 2006, 02:20:23 PM
Cherri pricked Xun's finger just enough.  At first there was no blood, but when she lightly squeeze the tip of his finger a drop appeared.  Taking some of the moss powder into the palm of her hand she turned Xun's hand so that the droplet would drop into the powder using her palm as a makeshift bowl.  One drop lighly fell into her palm and she began to mix the medicine together.  After the paste formed Cherri began to treat the worst of the wounds with the paste. "This should heal your wounds quickly." Quickly Cherri bandaged up the more severe wounds and sat back to look at her handy work.  It would do at least.  Xun should not get an infection and should heal quickly, more quickly than most would expect.  The medicines she used to treat him were very strong and mostly used by true healers.  Yes, her mother had taught her well.  With that thought a wave of homesickness came across her.  

Cherri turned to Xun and smiled softly, "I am sorry I took so long tending to your wounds.  You should heal nicely.  If you need anything more, you know where I am at." Turning on a leather heel, Cherri turned to leave the room.

Meanwhile...

Drasil was growing tired of waiting and his curiosity was peaked as time passed and yet Cherri was not to be seen.  Drasil pushed away the bowl of half eaten fruit and began to make his way up the stairs.  As he reached the top, the tall slender figured garbed in a forest green dress greeted him.  

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: shativol on July 28, 2006, 02:33:23 PM
Shati leaned forward a bit and pet the cat until she jumped away. The smell of the delicious roast filled the air. He sat back and moved his arms to his sides as Brighid deposited the plate full of food in front of him. The aromas of the meal filled the air before him, creating visions of the food to run through his mind.

"Thank you m'lady for such a fine meal, and fine company." Shati said with a bow before the young lady.

He began to eat slowly and patiently savoring each taste like he had not eaten, nor would eat in quite some time.  

"So, what're you doing around here?" Brighid had asked as she did something.

"Truth be told I do not know  where here is. I have  traveled quite a distance even though I could not tell you where from, other than my home."

Shati ate a bit more of his food, wiped his chin a bit before speaking. "Please pardon my rudeness, my name is  Shat'vl'f'bll, although it may be just easier to call my Shati, and your name is m'lady? What is the name of that fine young cat with you?" Shati's words remained quiet, yet rolled off his tongue with a practiced ease. He continued to eat slowly as the young lady talked, and he listened.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on July 29, 2006, 03:33:23 AM
"I don't have a ship in my pocket," Lorlessa admitted with a wave of her hand. "It wouldn't fit." She did her best to remain serious, even though she was inwardly smiling at her own, naive joke. It hid her anxiousness. The maiden wasn't pleased with the skeptecism in his voice, but she forced herself to contain the feeling. She leaned back in her chair, brushing her brown hair back behind her ear.

"I do, however, have many different wares in my posession. I also happen to have met with a sailor on my way here." Now Lorlessa was smiling, but it was not because she was guilty of a lie. No, she was indeed telling the truth. Said sailor had provided her with a golden earring, modeled like the one the man was wearing, in exchange for a carved figurine. "He said he was getting old, and was thinking about selling his ship." The maid looked at her fingernails, as if more interested in them than her story.

"Of course I didn't buy it from him, or I would have already offered it to you...but I may be able to persuade him to sell his ship prematurely." She looked up at the man. "That is, if you're interested." Fate truly was on her side this evening, as it seemed that dealing with the man had been planned just for this.

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Title: Stepping Out
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on July 29, 2006, 07:05:23 AM
Finished with his meal some time ago, the warrior Kaelan just now decides that he is better off elsewhere. With a slightly lumbering motion, he stands, picks up the plate and cup, and walks toward the bar, setting the whole mess on it with eight san, and heading toward the door.

More dust, more heat. How could anyone survive in this god-forsaken place was beyond him. Strapping his crossbow back over his shoulder, and making sure he was definitely outside the building, he went to find some shade. At least out here the air would move, and it was quieter. But it really wasn't a great comfort; it was still hot, still dry. Sand still blew everywhere at the slightest suggestion of the wind. Still, it was hard to decide which was the lesser of the two evils, and right now, quiet was his preference.



Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Xun Darkwoe on July 30, 2006, 04:54:23 AM
Xun flinches as the dagger pricks his finger. He looks at Cherri, waiting for her to do something. She squeezes his finger to make a drop of blood come out. She then mixed it with other ingredients. She spreaded the paste on him. She apoligized for taking so long to do the treatment.

"No, no. It's fine. All I wanted was to get a treatment before it kills me."

Xun flinches again as there was a sting. He rubbed his head with his hands as he sat up. It didn't hurt nearly as much, just a small amount of stinging. He looked at the cloth on himself as he got out of the bed. He lookes at Cherri, whom was getting ready to leave.

"Wait, before you go, take this as a token of my appreciation."

Xun hands ten san to Cherri as she walks out.

"It's all that I have, sorry that it is so little. But tell me, what should I do as it finishes healing, just sit here and wait? or exercise, or what?

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on August 02, 2006, 12:21:23 AM
A grimace crossed Jarrl's face as he listened to the elf maid's joke. But some of the skepticism left him as he listened to her proposition. It definitely interested him. He leaned in his chair and began to search his pockets for something. A hand ran through his numerous belongings, and finally it found what he was looking for. He pulled out a piece of bread and took a sniff. Satisfied that it wasn't stale, he began to nibble on it slowly.

The elf continued to talk about the old sailor and his ship. Jarrl took another swig of his drink and began to look at her intently, searching for a lie in her face. But if she was lying, he couldn't tell. He smiled inwardly at her own naivety. The thought of her owning, even affording, a ship was ridiculous. So is the thought of me affording one, he thought grimly. But there are other ways than money to "acquire something.

Jarrl continued to watch the girl as he ate. She looked hungry. He pulled the bread away from his mouth lazily, and replied to her. "And ye take me to this old man, I buy the ship. And yer just doin' it out of the goodness of yer heart? If I buy the ship, you get...?" More like, ye take me to the man, I steal the ship, you get nothing. The only question was how. He waited for her answer, and continued to nibble on the bread.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: Stepping Out
Post by: Elendilwyn on August 02, 2006, 04:05:23 AM
While the tavern was busy with activity, Elen concentrated on her breakfast as she was terribly hungry but remembered the elven barmaid who had so kindly offered to share. The barmaid was busy and for a while, Elen wondered if she should wait but then decided to start on the plate of food first. She would keep a little more than half the portion for the barmaid who would probably be hungry as well.  


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Edited by: Elendilwyn at: 8/1/06 20:09


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on August 02, 2006, 09:21:23 AM
Cherri turned back to Xun as he began to ask about further care of his wounds.  Then he thrusted money int her hands which she stared at blankly for a moment.  At the mention that this was all the elf had left she shook her head.  She was not use to healing for money.  She could if she ran low on funds, but preferred to help do chores of some sort.  Healing was helping someone and usually it was someone who really needed it.  Why charge people for such a thing as helping them.  

Cherri crossed the room to Xun and placed the coins gently back into his hands.  "You need this more than I do.  I would not have asked anything in return for what I did for you." Cherri took the few steps back towards the door and turned back to Xun saying, "As for what you should do now about wounds, I do not suggest running around.  Just relax and maybe take a nap.  If you need anything for the pain that might still be present I will leave you a few berries.  Take them as before, but please becareful.  There can be very potent.  The paste will absorb into your body.  Again it is a very strong medicine and your wounds should be healed, at least the less serious ones.  The more severe will be almost completely healed." Cherri smiled a warm smile at Xun and placed four berries on a scrap of cloth as she left the room walking silently towards the stairs.

Brushing out creases in her dress, Cherri looked up as she saw movement on the stairs.  Drasil finally appeared looking at little startled to see her standing there in front of him.

Something had changed in her face and especially in her eyes.  Her eyes seemed a bit less bright then before, but the smile that greeted him was not.  A little embarassed to be caught checking up on her, Drasil figited under Cherri's curious gaze.

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Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on August 03, 2006, 03:18:23 AM
Lorlessa's face was blank as she watched the man pull out a piece of bread from his pocket. Her eyes fixated on the bread as he lifted it to his mouth and took a bite. The rest of the world was gone. She hardly even heard the man speak, her hunger was that great.

"I'm not just going to...take you to the ship," the half-elf said slowly. "Of course I'd...want payment...beforehand." Breaking away from the delicious-looking morsel, Lorlessa looked into the sailor's face. "I never trade anything 'out of the goodness of my heart.' " She paused as she eyed what was left of that bread. "Do you have any more food on you?"

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Title: Re: Stepping Out
Post by: Bobbo the Beggar on August 06, 2006, 06:26:23 AM
Three Aj riders appeared on the horizon visible from the Thirsty Herald.  They rode casually, in no great hurry to be anywhere in particular.  As they drew closer it became apparent that the man in the middle was the eldest and the leader of the group.

This man had dark black hair that was beginning to succumb to grayness, even more so than the last time he had came this way.  His eyes were also dark and filled with deep feeling that few could ever truly understand.  The face of this man was terribly uneven, wrinkled, and deeply tan.  It was a face of one who had seen terrible pain in his life and was now enjoying the rewards of his endurance.  His clothing was new, light-colored trousers and a white shirt over soft leather boots.  On his back rested a royal purple cape embroidered with the name "Junakin."

The man's companions were young men not more than twenty years each, though one appeared a few years older than the other.  It was obvious by their similarities in build that they were brothers.  They each dressed in a similar fashion to their leader, minus the purple cape, and they both carried swords on their waists.  They rode a few steps behind the leader and watched shrewdly for any signs of danger.

The three men silently dismounted and led their Ajs to the stable.  The leader smiled warmly at the stable boy and gave him a gold coin, a rarity in these parts, as a tip, much to the boy's delight.

Then the three men entered the tavern after dusting their clothes of the sand that had gotten on them during their ride.  The leader breathed deeply the old, familiar scent as he stood by the doorway.

"There was a time when I came here begging for a job," he said aloud to no one in particular.  "Now I come as a customer with plenty of money to pay.  I would've never thought it at the time."

The older man turned to his young friends, "Come, let us sit.  This place makes me want to celebrate.  There are memories here that are deeper and more fond than any others in my life in this place."

The three sat at a free table near the bar and began to look around.

"Excuse me!" the man called to anyone who happened to be employed by the tavern.  "I should like some wine please, and whatever these fine fellows would like.  Whoever serves us will find it well worth their while, for it is Lord Robert Junakin who is speaking.  I have returned!"

Of course these words were a little more eloquent than the situation deserved, but Bobbo was never one to hold back anything to his old friends, even if most of them were naught but memories in this wonderful place.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on August 06, 2006, 01:25:23 PM
Jarrl smiled inwardly as he looked at the elf maid. He threw out the bait, now he had to reel her in. He quickly drew some more food, first an apple, then a piece of bread. Finally he pulled out another piece of bread, this one not quite as big.  Enough to taste, but not enough to get rid of all hunger. An eyebrow raised, he tossed the bread to her, hoping she would catch it.

As soon as he let go, Jarrl turned to the opening door. Three men walked in, two young and the other an older man. He watched the men intently as they sat down, walking around as if they were important people. Taking another drink, Jarrl listened to the man announce himself as Lord Robert Junakin. Immediatly he suppressed a cough. Lord? He thought to himself. That's just great. This man most likely came from Strata, since it was the closest place. Which was bad.

Since his return to Strata, Jarrl had stolen several valuable items from some of its citizens. A couple of them supposedly managed to get a glimpse of him. Nothing more than vague rumors, but enough to cause concern, both from Jarrl and those in Strata. It was then that he left, and he hoped that would be the end of it. But this "Lord" could be bad. It could be very bad. What are you worried about? The description couldn't be that good. Jarrl turned so his back was turned more towards the man, and his face suddenly lifted as the man mentioned wine.

Jarrl turned to the elf maid, stood up and sat an apple on her table, then addressed her. "You go ahead and eat those, then we can talk." Walking back to his table, he picked up his bottle and flagon, and poured some. He shook his head and drank it in one gulp. The man wanted wine, and he doesn't want it in your cup. Frankly, Jarrl couldn't understand why anyone would want wine, but now was not the time to argue about tastes. He walked to the bar and discretely poured some wine into a cup, then walked to the man's table. "Here ya go sir," he said politely, in a voice that didn't suit him well. "One cup of wine, hope ye enjoy it."

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."

Edited by: Captain Jarrl at: 8/16/06 17:17


Title: Re: XXIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on August 07, 2006, 09:47:23 PM
Lorlessa caught the bread as best she could and, not worrying about manners for the moment, scarfed it down like a hungry dog. It didn't occur to her that the source of this food was a salty sailor and she might get sick, she just wanted something in her stomach. It wasn't enough to make the pangs of hunger go away.

She wasn't much paying attention to the man, as now she was looking around the tavern for any patrons with more food. Lorlessa didn't even care if it was meat--she was hungry enough to kill.

Luckily she didn't have to. She turned when she heard a clunk on the table before her, and saw, to her utmost satisfaction, that the sailor had plopped down an apple. He hadn't even started to walk away before she grabbed it and bit into it, letting the sweet juice run down her throat. The apple was gone within minutes, and the elf-maid was contemplating eating the core.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on August 08, 2006, 11:18:23 PM
Thorgas walked with a fast pace, while talking about other things with his brother. The amount of time that separated them made the conversation a bit more hearty. Both dwarves walked on, until Buri smelled something. The pig urged his friend onwards, as if trying to make him look forward.
"Grunt!"
"Buri, can't you see I'm having a conversation with him? If you're hungry, better wait until we ---"
The dwarf stopped and saw what was causing the pig to be  impatient; several shady trees and a small pool of clean, sparkling water was directly in front of them, a few steps away. He found an oasis, or at least Buri did.
"--- Found an oasis! Hey, did you see that? Did you see how talented my pig is? I bet that flying piece of leather of yours couldn't even smell a pig's dung in broad daylight! Let's rest there and eat."
Both pig and dwarf skipped towards a tree whose leaves spread a hospitable shade around them. The dwarf sat down and took loaves of bread, a skin of wine, and some fruits from his bag. Afterwards he motioned to his brother to come and share his meal. Buri did not need any calling; he was already lying beside his companion, happily munching down on tuberroots that Thorgas gave him as a reward.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 12, 2006, 03:32:23 PM
The door is quickly forced open, crashing with a loud thud as it slams into the wall behind it. A lone cloaked figure is standing in the door way face shadowed by his hood which was tightly gripped by his hand in an attempt to hide his face. He was soaked from head to toe and smelled of the sea.

He quickly made his way to the back of the bar paying no heed to the other patrons in pub. He swiftly took a seat in the very back and put his feet up on the table. And still hiding his face sat quietly deep in thought about the actions that had taken place not even a week ago.

Dropping the hand, that had been previously covering his face, allowed for his mouth to escape the shadows of the hood. Barkeep, give me the strongest drink ya got, God knows I need it. As the words leave his lips he lets out a sinister chuckle and a large smirk came across his face as he said Cause Cor knows that he cant he pause and with a disturbing tone of self satisfaction, at least not anymore. Finishing this sentence he sank back into the darkness of his hood and once again became lost in thought.

A quick kill is to be Praised but but a silent kill is to be Feared.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Tiras The White Rose on August 13, 2006, 02:37:23 PM
Here it is young friend , The Thirsty Herald .
There you may buy food and arrange a room to spend the night.
Are you sure you dont want to continue to travel with us ?

The question was made by a older kind looking man , and the person he was talking appeared into the light showing a perfect set of white pearl teeth as he smilled answering :

Many thanks , kind sir , but i am afraid that i had imposed far too long in your expedition , this will suffice .

Are you sure Tiras ? The old man asked . You are far from being a nuisance and i have never seen my daughter Costance happier since you joined us .

Constance hearing this blushed in a most perceptive way , looking so embarassed that Tiras smilling at her , answered :

Again i thank you for your kindness , but this where we say goodbye .

Grabbing his meager possessions and ajusting his sword , Tiras bid farewell waving his hand and opened the door of the infamous Thirsty Herald .
Watching the movement that was bursting inside , Tiras taught to himself :
Well , this is really a busy tavern .
If i was smart i would continue voyage , but Constance ...
The old man was too kind to give me a ride , and if i stayed , i believe Constance and I would give him a disappointment
.

Walking towards the bar , he asked something to drink and resting his shoulder at the counter , he observed his surroundings.



Beauty is how you feel inside , and it reflects in you eyes . It is not something physical.Tiras The White Rose

Edited by: Tiras The White Rose  at: 8/13/06 6:38


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 14, 2006, 02:17:23 PM
Navar slowly lifts his head to see if his drink was on its way and as he looks toward the bar he notices a rather well dressed individual he was wearing a suit white suit of silk  and a cape that appeared to be red cotton.

As he stares at this rather dapper man he notices that he is looking aroud, It's not polite to stare, some people take offence to that he watches the traveler as he sinks his face back into the darkness of his hood and what is up with those clothes you a templar or something. Navar laugh quietly to himself and then begins to slip back into his own thoughts.

A quick kill is to be Praised but but a silent kill is to be Feared.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Bobbo the Beggar on August 16, 2006, 04:07:23 AM
Bobbo was quite surprised when someone who appeared to be a tavern patron brought him a glass of wine.  He accepted it graciously, even so.  He did not immediately take a drink, suspecting foul play, but looked intently at the man.

"Thank you," he said, in reference to the drink, "but do you work here?  You seem very familiar.  Have we met before?"

He could see that his younger companions, Polan and Vickriman, had already purchased breakfast.  They set a plate before him as he studied the gentleman who had given him a glass of wine.  It was rather delicious looking, eggs and bacon with a bit of bread and cheese.

Tell me which is better:  to die defending your country or to live and watch your homeland die?
Ralai, King of Adylius

Edited by: Bobbo the Beggar at: 8/15/06 20:10


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Tiras The White Rose on August 16, 2006, 05:38:23 AM
It's not polite to stare, some people take offence to that , Tiras heard the man talking to him , turning around he looked at him and with a innocent smile he answered :

You are right , good man .
If i have somehow offended you , a thousand pardons .
Have a drink on my account
.

Tiras dropped some coins near the hooded man , and thought to himself :

Best not getting to troubles anytime soon , i already had my share of them , and by looking at this man , i could swear he attracts problems .

Finishing his drink , Tiras smilled as he began to devise a plan of making money at the expenses of the tabern costumers.



Beauty is how you feel inside , and it reflects in you eyes . It is not something physical.Tiras The White Rose



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 16, 2006, 10:41:23 AM
Navar stares at he money laing infont of him, quickly he picks up the few san that were begging to be exchanged for a stiff drink or a room for the night, he slowly approaches the coins former owner,

heh take back your coins I need help from no man, and I will not take a hand, his voice is cold and emotionless  where I come from there are the Rulers and the Ruled no one asks for anything and nobody takes help you fend for yourself or die

dropping the coins he slowly heads back to the darkness casted by the corner of the pub, Oh and no offence was taken just warning ya some people take stares badly, it could get you in some trouble some day so mind your eyes

finishing his sentence he sits back down and begins to think I need no one I buried my father I killed his Assassin I made it here and I will rise to greatness the same way, no man can claim ownership to my sucess, NO ONE

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on August 17, 2006, 01:47:23 AM
Jarrl watched as the elf maid scarfed down the apple he gave to her. Apperently she was as hungry as she looked. A pang of guilt ran through him as he looked at her, still looking hungry. Although he wasn't honest most of the time, Jarrl wasn't completly evil. Inwardly he cursed at himself, and promised if she didn't have enough money he'd buy her some food.

Jarrl shook his head and watched as two people entered the bar seperatly. He did not like the looks of them, one had an almost arrogant look on his face, and both looked confident. Suddenly he realized the man at this table was speaking to him. After listening, he fought the panic that was in him. Still calm on the outside, Jarrl answered. "No and no, noble sir," said in answer to both the man's questions. He noticed the man wasn't even touching his drink. "I don't work here, but ye looked thirsty, and the barmaid was busy. Don't worry, it's been paid for.

"But I've never met ye before, sir." Jarrl shifted his weight uncomfortably. "In fact, I've never met anyone as high up as ye. I'm but a lowly and honest sailor, sir." Instantly he shut up, knowing that he was starting to babble. Eyeing the man and his two guards, he guaged his situation carefully. If this man recognized him and tried to arrest him, Jarrl would have to get past all three men, two of which were armed. His best bet would then be two steal a horse, and ride really fast. Stop it, he said to himself. He's not going to arrest you, or even recognize you. Outwardly he still smiled, trying not to show any sign of nervousness.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Bobbo the Beggar on August 18, 2006, 09:01:23 AM
"Ah," said Bobbo understandingly, "if you are a sailor you are probably from Strata.  Perhaps I saw you working on the docks while I was attending to some smuggling crimes or an investigation of some such.  I am sorry to detain you if you have any other business to attend to, but I did not want to miss the opportunity to greet a familiar face."

He took a sip of the wine.  It tasted as it did many years ago when he first partook of its fruitfulness.  The rich, tingling flavor touched his mouth in a most pleasant sensation.

"Excellent choice," he said to the sailor.  "Thank you again."

Bobbo took another glance around.  He was quite disappointed that he did not see anyone he recognized from previous visits in the tavern this morning.  He sighed, exhaling slowly through his nostrils.  Quickly, so no one would notice, he reached up and brushed a single tear from just under his left eye and sniffed equivocally to hide the sorrowful impression such an action could possibly convey.  The taste of the wine reminded him of more than just past cups of the same, flavorful liquid.

Tell me which is better:  to die defending your country or to live and watch your homeland die?
Ralai, King of Adylius



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on August 18, 2006, 11:08:23 AM
Huh Where??? Ha Right Awaking from his nap, Orril found himself in his room, at the foot of the bed was Shadow napping, and Storm over a perch, napping too with soft little hoots.
Orril moved out of the room trying to make no sound, the door made a little screech, but nothing more. With a fast walk Orril moved to the washroom, taking off some of the bandages to clean them, his face had nothing serious, just a little scar near his right eye. Ho Gods This will take a while to heal again Said in a soft but still angry voice. Once cleaned the bandages, Orril put them again, not really tight, just good enough to move his hands without making them get purple.
With the clean bandages placed around his arms and the burns of the hands Orril returned to his room and started to pick up things from his bag Well now how it was? Here is the quartz powder, the spell book just wheres the page? Whispered while searching in the spell book a way to speed up the healing process of the scars, finally he stopped on one page and sat over the bed and placed the quartz powder over the scar on his face, then closed his eyes and whispered repeated times some words, slowly the scar started to heal, really slowly, after a really long and exhausting healing spell, Orril felt over the bed, with his eyes open again he touched over his eye, the scar was still there, but far little than what it was.

Well this healing makes me hungry, Will go to get food and then Look for that Dark elf wish hes still in one piece. Saying this Orril left the book on his bag, with the little pouch of quartz powder near it. Once done with this he went downstairs, looking at the new people, on one table a blind man, a woman, a sailor judging from his cloths and maybe an important elder scouted by two young men. Sat on another table was what looked like a common traveler playing with three rats Good luck Storm is asleep if not I would be provably in big problems now thought looking at the rats. On the back of the bar a shady figure covered by a hood was sat, Orril had two ideas of that person, either an assassin or a thief better stay away that man. In the bar too was sat a man with white cloths, maybe a priest or an eccentric rich maybe the second one.

Walking fast he moved to the table of the traveler with rats Provably he is the most common and less dangerous guy out here, unless hes a mage or battle mage, thing I doubt really a lot. Hi, Im So Orril, wind mage of profession. Pardon me if I interrupt you in such rude way, but the tavern is suddenly filled with tons of really wired people. Those rats are your familiars? Whispered Orril, while without waiting answers sat, catching a moment the barmaid he asked for some food, and gave the proper payment.  

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on August 18, 2006, 09:37:23 PM
Lorlessa stretched. Now that the apple was gone, her hunger was sated a bit, enough to keep her mind from returning back to her stomach every other moment. She wondered where that scruffy man had gone off to and looked around the room. There were a couple more men there, men that she hadn't acknowledged before.

Dropping her arms back down to her sides she thought about how she was going to make this trade work. Technically she'd already gotten her payment since he'd given her that apple. But then again, he didn't need to know that and she could probably get some more food out of him if need be. Then she'd get Ivory and take him to the man with the boat. They could barter for the boat all they want, as far as she cared. She just wanted something else to eat.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 20, 2006, 04:32:23 AM
Heh heh Navar silently chuckels to him self weird huh, you know its not polite to insult people like that Rising out of his seat he slowly makes his way over to the gentleman in the golden outfit.

Walking up to the elf dressed in gold he leans in and whispers into his ear Not even whisperes escape my ear leaning back up he turn to the bartender and throws him a Hak, here treat these two to what ever they want turning around he heads back to the corner

Oh and one last thing I only kill those with a price on their head, but I occasionally make exceptions and with a smirk so don't cross me, heh heh. with this he takes his seat back in the corner and once again loses himself in his own thoughts.

My Blade is all the reason I need.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on August 20, 2006, 06:21:23 AM
Phyth stood up with a bored look on his face, and walked to the bar. Ordering another Tulimon grape juice, he thought about other places to do buisiness. The bar was beginning to bore him a bit, since most of the patrons kept to themselves. There wasn't any music, or a song to be sung. Oh well, he thought as his drink was brought to him, maybe things will pickup later in the evening.

An elf wearing a dark hood walked to the bar and spoke to the golden elf. Phyth distrusted him; he had the look of a killer. Not a warrior or a hero. A killer. And the man's next words confirmed his suspisions. He definitely disliked this new, dark elf. Normally Phyth wouldn't interfere with anything, usually keeping to himself, but that last comment set him off. Aware that what he was about to do would likely anger the elf, he took his cup and walked over to the elf's table.

"You," he said quickly. "Threats on a life aren't to be taken lightly. And people frown upon them. So next time you feel like causing trouble, don't." Phyth struggled to keep his anger down, but was having a hard time. The fact that he said three sentences showed that.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on August 20, 2006, 06:41:23 AM
Jarrl exhaled a quiet sigh of relief at the Lord's answer. Apperently, and hopefully, he didn't suspect a thing. He watched as the man took a sip of his drink, then waited. A wave of dissapointment went through him as the man began to stare, as if deep in thought. Nodding a "you're welcome" to the man, Jarrl walked to back to his table. Ye can't win 'em all, as he thought of one of his mottos. But ye can sure try. But still, of all the stupid...Yer welcome guv'nah...'well worth their while' my...

Jarrl reached his table, sat down, and faced the elf maid. Suddenly he remembered that look on her face earlier, and why he hadn't felt any guilt in baiting her. She was still out for a profit. Pouring another drink, he spoke to her. "I've thought a bit on yer offer, and decided to sleep on it." Truthfully, he planned to come to a dicision in the morning, since the effects of his drinking were starting to get to him. And he planned to keep drinking for a while. "Before then, do ye have anything on ya to trade?"

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on August 20, 2006, 11:22:23 PM
Lorlessa nodded. Him sleeping on the matter may or may not do her any good, but she could understand his decision. She'd do the same if she'd been drinking. It seems like he's not so reckless after all, she thought. She'd have to remember that in the morning. She'd also have to remember to get a room somehow, lest she'd be sleeping atop Ivory tonight.

She visibly brightened when he asked about her wares. Not very many people did, at least, not anymore. "I have many things," Lorlessa said, reaching into the pocket on her robe. She pulled out a small pouch and pulled the draw-string, letting it's contents fall onto the table in front of her. She had many beads, many jewelry, the occasional feather or two, and some money. This she snatched up and replaced in her pocket. More items were spread out, too many to name, but all colorful, and a few made of brass or silver.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 21, 2006, 12:14:23 PM
Hmm Navar stands and turns to the belligerent man yelling at him, and with a calm sinister remark Are you sure you want to go there? putting his hand on his hood he lowers his head

speaking with a stern seriousness I dont know what impression you have but I will fight only when necessary. Navar takes a slight pause and calms his speech. Needless death only waste my time but if if you feel that strongly about your resolve I'll indulge you. So I'll give you a choice, pausing briefly he hold up his free hand holding up one finger one you can sit back down and I can go back to my thoughts, pausing as he raises another finger or two I can take off my cloak and give you a world of trouble

Once again Navar takes a pause because when this cloak comes off someone will die and I havent come this far to lose it now, not until I avenge my clan and bring glory to my father's name. Lifting his head with his hand still on the tip of his hood speaking in a stern raspy voice So its your choice make it quick Im not a patient elf

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on August 21, 2006, 12:35:23 PM
Gods!! This guy has luck Im tried, saying that to a mage?? Either he doesnt know the real power of Wind or he has no wish to live Taunting him isnt a really sane idea so better keep my guard on, what I know is that this guy can kill anyone around, better keep an eye over.

Orril walked to the cloaked guy, whispering so softly so only him could hear.
Pardon me sir, maybe the term wasnt the best of all, or maybe is the fact that Ive passed almost 300 years in a tower without a lot of contact with others except mages. Not completely sure what he said, or if it was really an excuse me or a taunt Orril just kept the calm, knowing that anything that could happen everyone would end over him. After a little break Orril continued, putting the Hak over the table and near the guy   Thanks for the invitation, but I would feel better if you keep your money for yourself or share it with others that need it more. And lastly, not a very prudent decision to admit blood over you, you know you can end in a really bad position on a public place

Saying this Orril waited for the answer, knowing that this could be the last statements he would do in his life.  

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on August 21, 2006, 01:07:23 PM
Phyth was startled as the golden elf, Orril, walked to the assasin and spoke something in his ear. He watched, judging what would happen if this man actually did decide to fight. After seeing Orril fight outside, Phyth doubted the elf could take them both down without getting hurt. But there was a good chance that he could get wounded, or even killed, if the assasin tried to carry out his threat.

Strangely enough, Phyth always had a sense of calm when faced with the prospect of death. Sure, he wasn't exactly faced with imminent death, but he had no doubt that this elf could kill him. And if provoked, would kill him. If he did manage to kill him Phyth also knew, with a sort of grim satisfaction, that this assasin wouldn't make it out either. After Orril finished talking, Phyth replied quietly, but sternly. "You kill me, and you won't live to long to regret it." He raised his head in defiance, determined not to let this elf have his way. "Go ahead," he said tauntingly. "Take off your cloak. I gerantee that these people won't let you leave."

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 21, 2006, 02:49:23 PM
Hmm taking the coin he says to the golden elf in a solem tone, my quarral is not with you kind sir and I never had intentions of slaying you, it may not seem like it but I do have honor, well, heh, as much as an assassin could have

Navar turns his atttention to the man who had been yelling at him softly and calmly says, Regrets, regrets are for the weak, for those who are not stead fast in their resolve, when a decision is made it should be done so one hundred percent anything less is not even worthy of death, so I ask you again one or two its your choice, choose it well.

Navar begins to walk towards the man in leather, heh you flaunt death around as a threat, a threat to strike fear into peoples hearts Navar hangs his head and with a sound of sterness mixed with sorrow in his vioce I stopped fearing that years ago because death is just one more stop that we all have to make he raises his and in a firm sinister voice says some sooner than others

One or two choose now Navar's body tenses as he prones himself for attack this man want to fight fine i'll give it to him soon Navar can feel the all to familar surge of adrenaline, the kind he always gets before killing his victims, this feeling reminded Navar why he enjoyed killing, why his blades called out for blood, and why he must always keep a level head.  

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on August 22, 2006, 01:44:23 AM
Jarrl looked at her items with keen interest. Taking his flagon and a bowl of Doch nuts, he walked over to her table and sat down. He sat the bowl down next to him, but opposite from the elf, and began to rummage through her things. A few items caught his eye, but one in particular interested him. A silver ring. Nothing fancy, and maybe cheap enough for him to barter.

The beads also interested him. Perhaps I can trade them for food, he thought. Or money. Or both. Taking a handful of doch nuts in one grimy hand, and the ring in the other, he spoke. "How much?" It wouldn't hurt to ask. Although he had plenty of such things, Jarrl was always wanting more. And ever since losing his ship, money and jewelry was in short supply. He waited for her answer, ready to barter the price down.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on August 22, 2006, 09:41:23 PM
Lorlessa watched as the man picked up the ring. She remembered that trade. A woman had traded it for a carved eagle in the last city she stopped in. That was a while ago, she thought to herself. I can barely remember the last time I was in a town. Momentarily lost in thought, Lorlessa stared off at nothing as the man looked over the ring. He hadn't said anything yet. She suspected he was deciding whether or not to buy it.

The half-elf snapped out of her thoughts when he asked the price of the ring. Sitting up, she looked at the handful of Doch nuts he had in his other hand. Lorlessa tallied the number up silently and thought about what she could get for the ring. "It's a rather expensive ring," she said truthfully, "I'd say, oh, about twenty of those Doch nuts."

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on August 23, 2006, 12:52:23 PM
Phyth struggled to keep a sigh in as the elf replied. He hadn't meant to sound that way, and didn't know it would come across like that. In his mind he frantically tried to find a way to get confirmation this elf wasn't here to kill people, without having to answer by killing Phyth. He saw the irony in the his comments though. The elf accused Phyth of the exact thing he had done to Orril. Gruffly, but still quietly, he replied. "I guess you misunderstood me. I wasn't threatening death, just warning you not to. You've already threatened death lightly to this elf," He motioned to Orril as he spoke. "If you're here on business, I suggest you leave. If you're not, I'm sorry I bothered you."

Some of the elf's comments bothered Phyth. He didn't seem to care much about life, or at least the life of another. Deep down, Phyth knew that every man fears for his own life, whether he admits it or not. And while he knew that death is another step, he prefers it not come to quickly. Phyth mourned every loss of life, even if the person appeared to deserve it. To him, this elf was the lowest kind of life, but a life nonetheless.  Suddenly he snapped out of his thoughts, and waited for the elf's reply.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on August 23, 2006, 01:30:23 PM
Jarrl was surprised at the elf maid's answer. He was suspected something in terms of money, or some other kind of jewelry, in trade. If it was food, he certainly didn't suspect that. A hand slid the whole bowl of Doch nuts over to her, as he struggled to hide a smile on his face. This was going to be better than he thought. If a bowlful of Doch nuts could get me this ring, he thought, as he admired the ring on his grimey finger in a true Avennorian fashion. I wonder what else I could get.

Briefly he contemplated what to do. Running a hand through his pockets, he looked for his money, finding plenty for what he was thinking of. Taking one last drink for a while (though he planned to get more drunk later), he truthfully smiled. "How much," he said as charmingly as he could. "Can I get for buying you a meal?"

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 23, 2006, 01:41:23 PM
Yes I did use death as a threat, but my job, nay my life is death, I am an assassin and have a right to it. However what claim to death do you have, apart from the fact tha your only breath away from it heh heh Navar studied the Man and glared deeply into his eyes, Hmp I know that look, you believe me to be heartless, and perhaps I am but what you don't know, Navar straightens his posture and in a cold emotionless tone he says where I come from children are taught to kill with no mercy, they must slay their own kind, any form of compassion will leave you on the other end of a blade.

Yes, you fear death, that is until you have seen it enough, as you watch your friends die and your parents slain you no longer feel. It become no more than a daily routine to give in to the blood lust that cries out in the pit of your soul. Soon not even your own life matters.

Navar slowly relaxes his body, And what is it to ya if Im here on bussines, are you gonna stop me? Do you have the right to tell me where and where not to do my busyness.

Navar can begin to feel himself grow weary of the strangers demands, well better do this like a true Cor'hm, speaking with the up most authority and a hint of arrogance Navar states

In my homeland if you want someone to bend to your will you must either kill him or beat him into submission. So once again one or two, Navar cracks his neck as he waits for an answer, silently waiting is all he could do. For it would be dishonorable to lash out at an opponent to whom you intended to face head to head, at least not without an answer of course

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Edited by: Navar The Rogue Assassin  at: 8/23/06 6:10


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on August 23, 2006, 09:47:23 PM
Lorlessa quietly munched on the Doch nuts, content. It was probably her hunger again, but these were the best thing she'd eaten in quite a while. It looked like she'd surprised te man when she didn't ask for money. Well, he just didn't know her. Lorlessa traded for whatever she needed, and right now she needed those Doch nuts. She ate most of te bowl, but she made sure to pick up a handful and slip them into her pocket, in case she got hungry when she left the tavern.

Popping one more in her mouth, she listened to the man. He was smiling. Her eyes widened when she realised he was offering to pay for her meal. In exchange for something, of course. Well, Lorlessa thought snapping out of her momentary shock, I'll just have to think. She looked down at her wares for a moment. Then she looked back up at the man. "If you're going to pay for my meal, you can have just about anything I'm offering that you want."

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 24, 2006, 05:57:23 AM
Rhaki stumbled into the Tavern, tired from the long days ride, and then picked himself up again. He walked briskly over to an empty chair, and called to the Innkeeper, "I'll Have your finest ale!" He withdrew a few small coins from his satchel hanging from his belt, then waited.

A minute or two later, he recieved his drink. After paying the waitor, he drank down about half, and then put the glass down, thinking to himself. Cautiously, he leaned over, and asked the man next to him, "Sir, could you tell me how much a room is here at the inn?"

.:*:.:*:. Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on August 24, 2006, 06:30:23 AM
The two guys were driving to a brawl... - Maybe both need to fight, but it would be wise?... Why do I care about that? If someone ends hurted... Ok I must care... now which side? The man looks like a warrior, but this other guy is cold blooded and assassine... if a brawl starts I should help the man. - Thinking on this Orril simply stared as the two guys were preparing for a brawl, if things went bad, Orril could separate them and calm them again...

- If you have a bussines here you won't be able to complete it... didn't you thought about that? I suggest you to keep your hands far of the necks of this tavern, now, if you wanna fight, maybe you should fight with me, after all you felt taunted by me right? - Thinking about the next action he would do, the assassine could kill him using direct attacks?? nah, he would have to pass over a burst of wind before doing that, and even then some sparks could intimidate him.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on August 24, 2006, 07:30:23 AM
Phyth stared at the two elves, wondering what would happen next. He hoped fervently that a fight wouldn't start, but the assasin seemed to want one. If he expected Phyth to start one, he was going to be waiting for a long time. He kept his head raised and his eyes locked with the assasin's, determined to match his gaze. "You've been warned by both of us," he said as he nodded to Orril. "That's all I wanted." He gave the assasin one last gaze, then walked back to the bar.

Taking a drink of his juice, Phyth discreetly took a look over his shoulder. He'd aid Orril if he needed it. Until then, he was going to enjoy himself. And look for work.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on August 24, 2006, 07:41:23 AM
Jarrl's smile went even wider at her reply. His grubby hands instantly went sorting through the pile. The feathers he ignored, and most a of the beads. A few of the more colorful looking beads he took though, and put them in a neat pile. Sorting through the jewelry, he grabbed the ones that caught his eye the most and sat them in the pile. By the time he was done there were two neat piles, one of them for him containing some of her beads and about half of the jewelry.

Jarrl called for the barmaid and began to search for a small bag. Finding it, he sat it on the table next to his pile began to put it in. True Avennorian greediness had grabbed him, and he realized they weren't actually his yet. He raised an eyebrow and spoke to the elf. "What'll ye have to eat?"

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 24, 2006, 09:32:23 AM
After receiveing an answer, Rhaki noticed the two elvish men, who seemed to be rather angry at each other. Rhaki drained the rest of his ale, and watched the two carefully out of the corner of his eye, his hood still concealing his faced. If anything should happen, he would be ready. Though he would not be able to fight, still tired from the long ride, he would be able to keep himself away from trouble.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 24, 2006, 10:31:23 AM
Navar slightly turns his head towards the Golden elf By bussiness I mean Im looking for clients not victims, but I seem to have found my way into a more amussing situation.

Navar begins to study both the man and the elf.....wow my first day in Santharia and I already have friends to play with, and with a cold sound of arrogance my aren't  I the popular one.

My quarrel was not with you kind elf, speaking directly to the Golden elf, but if you keep on insisting , then it would be rude of me to ignore you

Navar turns toward the man in leather and says in a satisfied tone, hmph all mouth and no fight, your cowardice discraces you, was it not only a few minutes ago that you were so ready for me to drop my cloak, weakling, after saying this he turn back to the golden elf and begins to study him.

After a few moments Navar, still glaring at the golden elf, shouts out, You in the hood keep your eyes to your self or I will pluck them out, feeling an annoance by peoples stares, this is not your affair so keep your eyes to yourself! pausing for a moment he once agains calms his speech and in a sinister tone unless you want to make it your affair

Giving his attention back to the golden elf, If you want to fight meet me outside, like I said before needless deaths are a waste of my time, Oh and once out side I shall properly introduce myself, taking a sliet pause he cracks his neck if you were my target I would not waste such a formality but since we intend to fight upon agreement then I will fight with Cor'hm honor. Navar slowly struts to the door and pushing it open he says plus I find it rather tacky for my prey to not know who the predetor is hm heh heh. The door quickly closes and Navar is out of site.
 

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on August 24, 2006, 11:18:23 AM
A mi of fear and ragefilled Orril in seconds, looking at the open door he started to calculate - either he didn't heard I'm a mageor has little respect for magicians... maybe is time someone show him what can magic do aside of the simple street tricks... But, how to make him lose... intimidation? nah, he doesn't fear death, even if I could turn myself into a dragon he would fight... But... what about his mind, his world twisted into a real Cor vision... Or even better, the nothingness, without sight I can make him lose all his strenght. Yes I will use it. - as a lightning crossing the room, Orril moved out of the tavern and said - Here I Am, So Orril for most people, you should introduce yourself then... - Orril waited for the proper introduction, starting to focus on the darkness at the same time.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 24, 2006, 11:38:23 AM
Navar's back is turned to the door, Heh you decided to join then, a click can be heard as Navars cloak falls to the ground, and for the first time he is seen with out his cloak, he is completly cladded in a skin tight black leather, the silver Phoenix cathches the suns rays, on his lower back lie two daggers. On on his back lies an Ivory bow with a quiver full of arrows, his albino skin and jet black hair betafully complement each other, as he turns his head he says, My name is Navar of the Black Flame clan,

Navar turns his body this time and looks at Orril in the eyes, Orril I accept your challenge he says as he puts his hands behind his back and bows, no sooner than the words leave his lips Navar exploding with incredible speedmakes a dash for Orril his hands still behind his back he charges.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on August 24, 2006, 09:52:23 PM
Lorlessa watched as the man picked up many of her trinkets, sorting through them. He seemed to be a bit greedy, but then again, so was she. It was the human in her, she always told herself, that made her want everything she set her green eyes upon. She shook her head. If only she'd had a normal parentage. Perhaps she wouldn't be the way she was.

The shifting of beads against the table stopped, and Lorlessa looked up to see that the man had sorted her wares into two piles--one with a few beads and some jewelry, the other with everything else. She assmumed that he wasn't going to take the slightly larger pile, based on it's contents, and pulled it towards her to push it into her bag. When he asked what she wanted she didn't even look up. "I do not care what you get me, so long as it has no meat in it."

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 25, 2006, 12:46:23 AM
Now watching with interest, a hand tightly gripping his bow, arrow at the ready, Rhaki leaned upon the door. "This could turn intereresting!" He called to the competators. "A highly intellectual wind mage facing a nimble rogue assassin! I might even learn something from this." He drew the bowstring tighter by a few inches, glaring at Navar. If anything should happen, he thought, I will not let the mage die... for he seems of a good likeness, and there is something about him that I cannot quite name.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.

Edited by: Rhaki Tekashi at: 8/24/06 16:47


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 25, 2006, 08:30:23 AM
Navar scowls as he notices something as he charges, Grr its that damn hooded man, I warned him to stay out of my affairs, he has arrow drawn for either Me or Orril, well either way care I not, looks like he'll have to learn the hard way,

shouting with the upmost urgency, Orril I suggest you move aside, I have a slight insect problem to take care of and I will continue our fight once Im through, Navar now directs his attention towards the man in the hood, I WARNED YOU TO STAY OUT OF MY AFFAIRS, a smirk comes across Navar's faces, and now you will die. He once again speaks to Orril and if you have any honor you will step aside and hold your attack until Im finished unless your that scared of me go ahead and attack while my attentions diverted,but either way that MAN WILL DIE and with the final shout Navar prepares to either bypass Orril and strike down the hooded man or he will have to fight both of them, either way he wasn't backing down  

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 25, 2006, 08:38:23 AM
With the speed of an eagle, Rhaki loosed his arrow at Navar. As the arrow flew thought the air, Rhaki dropped the bow, flung himself to the side, and withdrew his twin daggers, in case the arrow should miss.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.

Edited by: Rhaki Tekashi at: 8/25/06 3:19


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on August 25, 2006, 08:38:23 AM
The sudden change of objective of Navar made Orril plans change too.

As sudden as the rush of Navar was the evasion of Orril, whom closed his eyes and keep at the same place, few seconds latter Orril was semitransparent, an attempt to partial vanish was being heald with struggle by Orril.

... Help or not help, he deserve a good kick on the back but I can let blood paint the tavern... Twen would kill me at the first drop. Once decided Orril though that the best way to make this posible was to let Navar kick the other hooded guy and then separate both.




 

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.

Edited by: so orril miesefer  at: 8/25/06 23:28


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 25, 2006, 11:21:23 AM
The arrow whizzed massed Navar's head, narrowly missing. He would have to fight him one-on-one, and would almost surely lose, as he was not trained as well as he in close-combat. Mayhaps the mage can help me! if he creates enough of a distraction, i can use my bow to take Navar down!

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on August 25, 2006, 09:30:23 PM
Gamaliel sat down beside his brother, giving a puzzled look as to how under the sun a dumb, gluttonous pig could find a shaded spot in the middle of a desert. He shrugged his shoulders and looked at his bat, "I have to remind myself to train you to do that. It's embarassing me."
"Squeak."
He grabbed a loaf of bread and a bit of the fruit and started eating, but the skin of wine received the most attention. Both dwarves ate and drunk, until the day got hotter and both decided it's time to go back.
"Hey Thorgas, let's return to the tavern. I need a beer, and I think you do, too."
Gamaliel retraced his step towards the inn, with Thorgas behind him. As he nears the place, however, he heard shouting, and a good amount of talking before entering through the door. What he saw was not pleasing; a dark elf picking fights with the patrons, the tallfolk and the gold elf. He recognized both, as his brother just healed the golden haired elf a while ago, and the tall one is the same dark human whom tried to pick a fight with his brother. He spat on his hands and gripped his axe, signaling his brother-mage to do the same.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on August 25, 2006, 09:53:23 PM
Thorgas led his pig to the stables after their long walk in the desert. He walked to the door and saw what took place, but unlike his brother, he did not prepare his weapon. He just gave a cold, blank stare at the man covered in black leather. He overheard him saying that he was a coor'hem wishing for a honorable fight. At this words, his muscles tightened and he whispered some words to Gamaliel.
"Hold your axe, brother, this is not our fight. Better leave them alone. I know dark elves can never be trusted, these damned creatures just doesn't know what's good for them. Let's wait in my room until this bar brawl is over, then we can get our beer."
Despite the warnings he gave to his brother, he still took his staff and rubbed sulphur on his hands, in case the elf decides to include them in his little party.
"Come on, Gamaliel, we don't want to be involved in this pointless brawl."
Thorgas went past the both elves and up the stairs, giving a last glare at the son of Coor, trying to think what would happen should this elf start a fight.
Foolish dark elf. I've seen more arrogant elves like you, but you easily top them all. Just try to touch me or my brother, dark one, and I'll turn you black like the rest of your clothing!

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

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Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 8/25/06 18:05


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 26, 2006, 12:23:23 AM
Daggers at the ready, Rhaki watched the two dwarves pass by. They seemed friendly enough, and had the sense not to involve themselves in the melee. If he could live through it, perhaps he would have a chat with them sometime. But for now, he concentrated on the battle. His grip tighted on hi daggers. He leapt around the mage elf, and slashed at Navar's arm. Then, he used his current mometum to spin around the dark elf before he could retaliate. Now behind the mage again, Rhaki sheathed his daggers and picked up his bow. Stringing an arrow, he took a few paced back, and prepared for whatever might happen.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.

Edited by: Rhaki Tekashi at: 8/25/06 16:26


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 26, 2006, 08:21:23 AM
Navar laughs as he doges the hooded mans dagger attack with incredible ease,  and watched as the man quickly spins around  Orril and draws an arrow,  Navar reaching for his back quickly twirls and arrow out of his quiver and treads it on his bow,

Are you sure you want to go there, Navar said as he planted his feet and took aim at the hooded man, I can nail a mouse from over a dash away, so nailing you is no problem, with this a smirk comes across Navars face

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Edited by: Navar The Rogue Assassin  at: 8/26/06 8:08


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on August 26, 2006, 11:49:23 PM
Up the stairs went the fat dwarf, drawing the emerald colored hood ever closer to his face. He knew trouble was brewing, and he'd just have to heal any wounds received by the golden haired one and the bow wielding elf, whatever his name is, and leave the leather covered jerk to die of bleeding.
Although Thorgas would like to see that dark elf bleed to death inside the tavern, he knew well that the hostess, Lady Araerwen would allow no such thing.
If ever she would require further assistance in the disposal of these pest, I would be more than happy to lend the might of my magics for that cause, and I would gladly do it, too.
Just thinking about these things made him thirsty for beer, and Thorgas, without showing much hesitation, went down to the bar and sat down on one of the comfortable stools. He called loudly to the barmaid and ordered two mugfuls of Turborger Brown, which the latter did and brought to him. Tasting the flavorful drink and inhaling the delicious aroma, he drank one mug empty, and laid on the table the sans for the good drinks. He took the other mug and went to his usual place, on the table near the fireplace, sat down on one of the chairs and contentedly sipped the liquid from the wooden mug.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 27, 2006, 04:34:23 AM
"I am indeed quite sure Iwant to go there, as I could take two birds with one arrow anyday, though I would not do such thing to a harmless creature." He said calmly, and with that, sent an arrow whirling towards Navar. It whizzed next to Orril, and headed stright for the leather-clad elf's chest.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 27, 2006, 05:18:23 AM
No sooner had Rhaki fired his arrow Navar quickly loosed his arrow towards the Hooded mans chest, the two arrows skimmed each other as the exchanged sides,

Hm better move Navar thought to himself he made a quick dart to the right, but not quick enough the arrow firmly planted itself in to Navar's left shoulder, Navar quckly turns his head as a mist of blood sprays from the newly formed wound

Navar laughs silently Looks like I got hit, a smirk comes across his face as he snaps the arrow shaft still leaving the arrow head in his sholder, I guess Ill have to cut it out later,

And with this Navar throws down the arrow shaft and with his hands behind his back makes a charge towards the hooded man  

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on August 27, 2006, 06:08:23 AM
Enough! Thought Orril as both men threw the arrows, was a lucky he could held the semivanish spell, the downside was... He didn't knew a way to calm, ironic since wind magic is theorically for that... Well... sure a good burst of wiind will separate them, then I can find a way to calm them. Closing his eyes again Orril rose both hands, focusing to make a whirlwind arround him, the sand started to fly as the wind column rose from the ground, a great sand cloud was floating now over the heads of the three mens This will hurt... I'm quiet sure of it thinking this Orril shout STOP NOW! the sand cloud turned into a sandy waterfall, preventing anyone could see anything. Then Orril charged to Navar's new objectibe, trying to push him inside the tavern.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 27, 2006, 03:53:23 PM
Hmm You pathetic fool oof a wind mage I can still hear and smell you, Navar laugh as he is still charging at break neck speeds towards the hooded man,

Ok he is right here Navar being able to pin point Orril despite being blinded by sand Navar slashes out with his two daggers.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 28, 2006, 01:44:23 AM
Luckily, the burst of wind sent Navar's arrow haywire, and it flew off into the distance, sticking onto a tree. Rhaki was lucky this time, but he would need to be swifter. The sand could gave him a chance to get in a better position. He flung himself behind a nearby tree and waited.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on August 28, 2006, 05:42:23 AM
The slash hits Orril on the right arm, making him enrage YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO FEAR NOW!! Shout from behind the sand curtain. Knowing that Navar would gide himself using his other senses the best would be end with them as soon as posible, his smelling sence wasn't priority since the sand would prevent any way of sniffing without getting hurt, thus only his hearing and touch where priority.

Moving as silently as he could Orril sat, the sand should cover the sound of his steps, but not for long, without a target on sight, Orril would have to wait till the sand went to the ground again, time to spend focusing on the enchantment.

Half a minute... the sand is getting to the ground now, shapes are visible, the hooded man and Navar are now clearly diferent. With Navar on sight Orril rises his right hand, focusing in numbness, once his hand opens the spell should start working, the only way to know if Navar was affected was... to make him speak. Navar... how do you feel? isn't a bit ironic? Without his touch Navar would have a really hard time controlling his movements, even his balance.  

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 28, 2006, 07:12:23 AM
With the distraction at hand, Rhaki loosed an arrow at Navar and Dashed behind a different tree. Navar was now clearly in a bad position, though the speells would surely wear off soon.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 28, 2006, 08:02:23 AM
Navar smelled blood and began to laugh sinisterly, Orril the battle between you and me is over

You may be confused so let me clarify, Navar can feel shouts with an arogant tone, My blades are covered in poision, so even now as we speak you are being attack from with in your own body

Oh but don't be afraid its not a lethal poision, I never had any intintion of actually killing any one, but it will make you unable to fight Navar quickly sheathes his daggers

In a few seconds your vision will become blurry and then you will grow numb and then you will be unable to move, and with a smirk oh and it won't wear off for several hours so good fight Navar pauses but not good enough

Navar turns his head having heard an arrow being fired he quickly throws his head to the side and he feels the arrow wizz by his head that was close, ok Navar steady only one more to go

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 29, 2006, 01:01:23 AM
Rhaki, now knowing he had little chance, began to think quickly. He tossed a rock to Navar's other side, and darty stealthily behind the inn. That would give him some time to think. Should he withdraw from the battle, or continue? Perhaps there was a way he could help the wind mage? Suddenly, Rhaki remembered learning a long time ago, back in the forest, that the certain type of poison Navar had used could be exctrated by making a small cut across the wound, then sucking out the poison and spitting it out. Rhaki went back to the blonde elf, stealthily, and after re-assuring him, made the cut. He then withdrew the poison and spat it onto the ground. "There. It may still sting a little, and make you a bit drowsy, but you will be able to fight." He said quietly. But as he went back behind the inn, he tripped on a rock, and fell noisily. Navar would have surely heard that. He had to do something. Quickly.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 29, 2006, 03:20:23 AM
Navar turned towards the noise, I smell fresh blood, oh your trying to bleed the poision out Navar pauses and laughs to bad you can't bleed this poision

Because it has already takin affect so he'll be better...in a few hours Navar laughs sinisterly as he darts towards Orril.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 29, 2006, 04:24:23 AM
Rhaki knew he had to do something to end the fight - but everything he had tried so far had failed. Thinking quickly, he leapt forward, pushed Orril aside, and stood in his place. As Navar charged, he drew his daggers. This could get interesting...

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 29, 2006, 07:09:23 AM
Navar laughs to himself as he draws his and rapidly fires two arrows at the hooded man. Having done this he quickly puts his bow away and pulls his daggers out. Steady now only one more to go, keep your mind focused

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on August 29, 2006, 09:07:23 AM
As the poison started to make Orril's sight blur the mage decided to take the extremal option, even poisoned he could deal a lot of damage, gathering the last of his force and focusing on the numbness he was feeling now.

For a short moment Orril closed his eyes, after opening his eyes Navar would feel the same, twisting his mind to mimic the numbness that Orril was feeling.

You're right Navar, this fight ended for both, tell the stranger where the antidote is cause you'll feel the same as me in really short time.

Focusing with all his soul, Orril opened hi eyes, that were by now really blurred, forcing the image of Navar to stay on his mind, making Navar's mind start to bend.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 29, 2006, 11:09:23 AM
Rhgaki dodged the first arrow, but as it screamed passed his head, the other arrow nailed him in the chest. His leather armor kept it from going in too far, but it still packed a punch. Rhaki grimaced as blood melted through his clothes. He began to feel immence pain, and then rage as the pain grew stronger. Rhaki charged forth, and slammed into Navar with his daggers pointed straight at him.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on August 29, 2006, 12:45:23 PM
Phyth sat at his table, his back to the window. He was completely oblivious to the fight that was going on outside. In this case, his bad ear was to blame. There were loud sounds coming from the fighters, and Iago was nieghing loudly, but his bad ear was faced towards the sounds.. Finally, Phyth noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and instantly heard the sounds. Fighting back panic from hearing Iago, he judged the situation.

After watching the fight progress some, he walked over to the door and opened it. Seeing that no arrows were flying his way, he began to walk in the direction of the stables, but around the fight. However, if push came to shove, Phyth was quite capable of defending himself. If anyone decided to fight him or get near Iago, they'd regret it. He looked in concern at the stables, but fought back his urge to run. It might spook them.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on August 29, 2006, 01:04:23 PM
Gamaliel strapped his axe again and went to the bar for a jug of beer, which he paid for and brought to where his brother is sitting. He glanced through one of the windows and saw the carnage outside; all of them were bleeding. Taking his mug and pouring himself a mugful of that frothy goodness, he turned to look at Thorgas, to see what he would do about the fight, or more importantly, the injured. For a while he could see that his brother is very calm, sipping his beer, polishing the psyrpent crystal atop Torosar. Finally, he could not stand it any longer; he had to talk to him, which he did so in an unusually loud, hoarse voice.
Don't you care if those people bleed to death?! What has gotten into that head of yours, ignoring their pain like that? Go, drag the wounded out of the battle! Heal them with your magic! Now!
He slammed his mug down on the table. One could see in the rough dwarf's face that even though he was made for battle, he also had compassion to those who need it. Despite what he said, he himself did not stand up from where he was sitting, for fear of others thinking that he'll join the fight and proclaim him a warfreak, instead, he just stroked the head of his bat, searching his brother's face for any hint of compassion.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on August 29, 2006, 01:04:23 PM
Jarrl nodded at the elf maid and took another drink. Pretty soon he could really start getting drunk. He called the barmaid over and began to order. The total amount that it all cost wasn't cheap, but it was worth less than what he made. Which was good enough for Jarrl. The barmaid left to bring the order. Wild rice soup, two vegan rolls, a loaf of bread, and a little bit of cheese. More than he usually would have bought, and probably more than even she could eat; but he wanted the elf maid to not distrust him.

While waiting for the food, Jarrl began poking greedily into the bag. This made the whole trip worth while. He made a profit, she made a profit...Well, both parties were satisfied anyway. Or so he hoped. He saw the barmaid come with the food, and watched as she sat it in front of the elf maid. Too much, in Jarrl's opinion, but hopefully enough for her. He nodded towards the food, and waited.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 29, 2006, 03:03:23 PM
Navar mangaged to block one dagger but the second pierced through his armor and him through his ribs However Navar did not pay any attention to the blood now pouring out.

As Navar gazed at the arrow wound he had just inflicted on the hooded man he laughed, you feel it yet?, Navar pauses, yes my arrows too are soaked in poision, and once again I showed mercy by using the poision I train with instead of the poision I kill with a smirk comes across Navars face

You fought well and I have been injured by your blade and arrow, Navar stands and bows you truly are my rival, now and forever.

Navar slowly makes his way back to his cloak, Oh and the poision should kick in........ now.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Edited by: Navar The Rogue Assassin  at: 8/29/06 7:06


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 29, 2006, 10:54:23 PM
Rhaki dropped to his knees as the sharp pain kicked in. He began to feel numb in the tips of his fingers, and his vision was going blurry. I cannot just give up! I will not let him strike me one... more... time... Rhaki bent over as a sharp pain ran through his chest. But with superhuman effort, he pulled himself up, and stood. "You may have gotten the better of me with that blasted poisin..." Rhaki said to navar, mustering what strength he had left. "But if you dont tend to those wounds, you yourself will die of this ridiculous fight. Remember, 'twas you who challenged me... fool... you are killing yourself." WIth that said, Rhaki collapsed on the ground, but fought the poison, trying to stay awake. No matter what happened, he still kept an eye on Navar.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on August 30, 2006, 01:51:23 AM
Phyth entered the stables and quickly went to Iago's stall. A quick glance at her told him that no one had gone near her, but the fight outside was bothering her. Which was what had puzzled him at first. She had seen and been in plenty of fights, and normally she would have only glanced at the fight, then ignored it. But the way her ears were laid back told him that she was grumpy at the fight, not scared of it. Running his hand through her mane, Phyth figured the fight had inturrupted her nap. He didn't blame her for being grumpy.

After settling her back down for a bit, Phyth walked out of the stables and headed towards the tavern. From the looks of things the fight had died down, which made him glad. The only thing worse than a fight was a pointless one. He ran a concerned eye over one of the fighters. It looked like he was wounded in the chest, but not mortally. But the elf was falling over an odd look on his face. Seeing that no one else was helping him, Phyth ran over and started to pull him up. "Well that was stupid," he said to the elf. "What in blazes were you trying to prove?!" Hopefully he could get this elf healed, maybe by the Dwarf. He dreaded doing that...

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 30, 2006, 02:52:23 AM
Rhaki could see a blurry figure standing above him. Hopefully he would get help, but for now there was nothing Rhaki could do. He shut his eyes, and waited.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on August 30, 2006, 05:10:23 AM
Phyth looked down in concern at the elf, who had just fell unconcious. The wound wasn't severe, but he could still die from blood loss if it was left untreated. He began to take off the elf's chest armor, then pulled the shirt off. Digging through his belonging's, Phyth pulled out a bandage and began to wrap it around the elf's body. Phyth was no healer, but he knew enough to help stop the bleeding. Hopefully that would be enough until someone could look at it.

Glancing at Orril to make sure he wasn't in trouble, Phyth bent over and began to haul the elf, Rhaki, over his shoulder. Now he was thankful the elf blacked out. The pain would be exruciating. Carefully he started walking, trying not to jar the wound, and made for the door. The assasin was in his way, but Phyth just shoved him aside angrily. He quickly walked across and went upstairs to his room. Setting Rhaki down, he silently walked back down to the bar room.

There was nothing else to do. He silently walked over to the dwarves table. Too angry to think, and too in a hurry to check Orril, Phyth put his hands against their table and spoke gruffly. "He's injured in the chest, needs help. Last door on the right." He leaned in some more at Thorgas. "And don't give me any kack about him deserving it!" Phyth used the old dwarven word he picked up on one of his travels. That ought to get his message across. He hurridly left the tavern and went to Orril. "You alright?"

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on August 30, 2006, 06:44:23 AM
The last pieces of counciusness were leaving Orril, though he knew soon Navar would start to have problems, after all, a mage never kills in the moment, less the ones that control the mind... Weird... Orril was similar to Navar in this, death wasn't something to fear for him thus killing wasn't really a great problem, less when defending. Yet, this time Navar would get alive, numbed and if he didn't gave Orril the antidote uncouncious.

Seeing a figure trough the blurr, Orril though was Navar going to give him the antidote or to kill him Navar... Better if... you... give... me the... antidote... or you too... will faint. saying this with his remaining strenght Orril focused with the last pieces of his councious mind on Navar.
Slowly as the night fall, Orril fainted, from this time, Navar would have some minutes, before fainting.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on August 30, 2006, 08:54:23 AM
As Orril blacked out and sunk to the ground, Phyth sighed. Another one to get. He pulled out another bandage, a smaller one this time, and examined Orril's wound. A minor one, but it still needed treating. Not to mention the fact that Orril might not want to be out for a few hours. Phyth wasn't sure if the dwarf could actually reverse the poison's effects, but it wouldn't hurt to try. After finishing the bandaging, he pulled Orril over his shoulder and walked to the tavern. Instead of shoving Navar, Phyth just glared at him this time.

Phyth reached the upper hallway in the tavern and walked to the room next to his. The door was open, and there were no signs of anyone living there. He placed Orril on the bed and checked him over again. The bleeding stopped and his pulse felt normal. Taking one last glance over him, Phyth went back down and exited the Herald. Walking over to Navar, he spoke. "The antidote," he said. "Now. Make it easier on everyone."  

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on August 30, 2006, 09:17:23 AM
Lorlessa's nose visibly twitched as the scent of rice soup drifted over to her from elsewhere. Her stomach made a rude noise that she hoped wasn't audible to the man across from her. She looked about and was delighted to see the barmaid holding what she thought was an extravagant meal. The half-elf very much hoped it was theirs.

Oh, and it was! She picked up one of the vegan rolls and teared into it like a ravenous fox. Her mouth hardly had time to taste the morsel before it was down her throat and she was chewing another. Right now she honestly wasn't caring about how she much look, she was hungry.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on August 30, 2006, 01:12:23 PM
"Honestly, Gamaliel, if you would stop bothering me about those idiots who are more than willing to gamble with their life, you would understand why I am in such a calm state. They started those foolishness, and they're getting what they deserve. Now if I am not drinking my favorite beer this very moment I would go over there and give those fools a big thwack on their heads. That might give them some sense."
Apparently there was no looks of compassion in the dwarf's face, but instead, a look of seriousness and a hint of anger could be seen peeping around the mass of brown beard. All this changed, however, when the 'dark human' struggled inside the tavern, carrying with him a bleeding elf. He was more surprised when the man came downstairs and, placing his hands at the table, told him to go to a certain room upstairs, and left.
Thorgas was stunned. Now he thinks he's me boss! You'll pay for your insolence, pup! He gave a reproachful look at his brother, who's facial expression is made very evident; he wanted to help the others.
Giving an audible sigh and going upstairs to the room instructed by the man, Thorgas was surprised at the wound of the injured; instead of the blood loss being minimized by the bandage, it does not stop bleeding. This could mean only one thing; poison. The human was there again, this time laying the golden haired elf in the other room, and went downstairs for the second time. He checked the elf to see if the wound is severe. Luckily it wasn't, but he still needs healing. He knew very well that he needs to make the victim vomit, or at least be administered an antidote, before he closes the wounds. He went outside and proceeded in counting the injured. Thorgas counted two, and wondered where the third was.
He walked quickly downstairs, wheezing at the exercise he did on that day. What he saw made his blood boil; the man, Phyth, instead of helping the severely injured elf to a bed, was talking and delaying him. He could not hear what they were talking about, but he knew clearly the dark elf needed healing, else he'll die of blood loss.
He went quickly to the dark elf and accidentally brushed the human aside. He began pulling the cloaked elf by the hand, trying to lead him into his room.
"You got a blade in your ribs, elf! Hurry now, to my room, I must heal you and the others, else all of you die of bleeding!"

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 8/30/06 8:40


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 30, 2006, 02:58:23 PM
Navar slowly picks up his cloak and turns to Phyth hm and why should I give them the antidote they were weak, and unable to defend themselves, Navar gets up slowly and begins to walk towards the pub, he reaches into his back pack and throws a leather pouch at Phyth, grind this up and place it in the wound, they'll be better in a few minutes,

Navar looks at the Dwarf speaking to him, and say very calmly My good Dwarf, thank you for your kindness but I need no ones help, Navar pauses and begins to stare off in the distance thinking deeply on something, No one was there for my mother, no one was there for my father, and no body should be there for me,

Navar sits and pulls out one of his daggers, removing the poision vial and cleaning it he rams it into his left shoulder   So kind Dwarf go help the others, Navar laughs they need it more than me, and with that Navar quickly pulls out the arrow head that had been inbedded in him for the duration of the fight, and reaching into his pack pulls out a plant and after chewing it rubs it in his wounds.

Navar stands and walks to the pub and takes his seat back in the corner Why did I not take that Dwarf's help, I really need it, as he stares at he pool of blood at his feet No that is a thought only the weak have I NEED NO ONE

With this Navar stand up and once again walks outside, I must start a fire and quickly sear these wounds close

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on August 30, 2006, 04:33:23 PM
Fool! Doesn't he realize that this is no time to be bragging about himself? Shaking off his thoughts Thorgas hurried inside the tavern and to the room where the first elf, Rhaki, was lying. Good thing he's bleeding and unconcious.
Thorgas took off a piece of the bandage used by the man earlier and dipped it into the blood on Rhaki's chest. He drew a dwarven symbol ,which represents life, on his chest using the blood. Afterwards he took a pouch of sulphur, applied some on his hands, took his staff, and muttered some sort of magical formula. He focused all his concentration in making the spell work. Thorgas held his staff and touched the symbol which he drew. The rune gave off a warm, orange light, an indication that the spell is working. All the wounds he received during the fight were starting to be healed, as well as the little scratches he took by darting and avoiding the dark elf's attack. Thorgas took some cloth and a basin full of water, and cleaned the wound thoroughly to avoid infections.
The treatment done, Thorgas hurried over to the next elf. He leaned on his staff and his breathing is heavy due to the fact that he ran up and down the stairs many times, looking for people that were injured in the battle.
"Ach, one more to go. I wish I was a bit younger. All this running around is tiring me."
He reached the room where the dark human laid Orill. He pulled off the shirt he was wearing, took some blood from the wound and drew the same symbol on the elf's chest. Rubbing more sulphur in his hands, he gripped his staff and recited the same formula he used earlier, focusing on the spell to make it work. After a few moments a visible glow can be seen on the elf's chest, and Thorgas, seeing the spell work, touched the wounds on Orill with his staff, which also started to heal immediately. Taking a cloth and a basin of water as before, he cleaned the wounds for sterilizing purposes.
Making sure that all wounds are healed, he hurried downstairs towards to where Phyth was standing. His walking was nevertheless becoming slower and slower, and breaths becoming more labored with each step he took.
"Prepare whatever that was in the pouch. Quickly now."
He went inside to find the dark elf sitting on a chair, treating his wounds, with a pool of blood beside his table. Thorgas made his way towards him, but all the exertion he made that day took it's toll on him; he walked with much difficulty, using his staff for support, towards Navar's table. He ignored what the dark elf said to him earlier; all he knows is that the elf needs help. He spoke to him, in broken phrases, due to heavy breathing.
"Up the stairs... young one.. quickly! We must tend to... your wounds, you're bleeding... profusely."

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 8/30/06 8:46


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on August 31, 2006, 12:12:23 AM
Phyth was prepared to argue further with the assasin, unless he decided to get violent. No need to wound more people. Suddenly Phyth raised his arm as something pushed past his side. He looked down and saw that it was Thorgas, demanding that the elf come with him. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Phyth couldn't help but smile. He had figured it wouldn't take much to get him to help. The results were in. Phyth - 2, stuborness of dwarves - 0.

He quickly grabbed the pouch the assasin gave him, and Rhaki's armor, and went into the tavern. While walking upstairs, Phyth wondered if this wasn't some kind of extra poison; one that would kill them. But if he had been trying to kill the two elves, they'd probably be dead already. He reached Rhaki's room and looked at him. The wounds were already healing. He had to admit, the dwarf did heal well. Dropping the bag on a nearby table, Phyth pulled out a small piece of leather and grabbed a cup. He placed a piece of the stuff on the leather and began to grind it with the cup. After finishing that, he carefully placed it on the wounds. Hopefully they weren't too healed for the stuff not to work. Sitting next to Rhaki, he waited.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 31, 2006, 01:44:23 AM
Rhaki awoke, and found himself lying on a soft bed with nice, wool covers. He looked up, and saw a someone sitting next to him. Navar? he thought, but then looking closer, he saw it was not an elf, but a man. "What happened?" asked Rhaki, sitting up. Surprisingly, he felt no pain. Looking down, he saw the wounds had been cured. "Did you heal me?"

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on August 31, 2006, 03:14:23 AM
Phyth had a hard time trying not to punch Rhaki as he stirred in his bed. The elf was lucky he wasn't lying on in the dirt bleeding. He felt tempted to say yes to his question, and demand payment. "No, I did not," he said grumpily. "But if it weren't for me, you'd be lying outside now. And you should be, after that stupid stunt you pulled." Pausing to catch his breath (he was unused to talking that much), Phyth stood up and turned to leave. "I'd suggest you lie there for a bit before you do anything else foolish."

Phyth reached the room where Orril was "sleeping", and began to grind up more of the stuff. After placing it on Orril's fading wounds, he placed the rest back in the bag and kept it. There may come a time when he would need it again, after what happened earlier. Again he resisted the urge to punch him. Phyth knew how Thorgas felt. But they did need help, however stupid they were. He sat on a stool and waited for Orril to wake up.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 31, 2006, 04:56:23 AM
Rhaki strapped on his leather armor, which Pyth had left on the bed, and smirked at the insult. After all, Rhaki was not the on ewho began the fight - Navar attacked him, and he defended himself. He would have stayed out of it if possible.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on August 31, 2006, 06:25:23 AM
Dizzy as if a falling star felt over him, Orril started to awake from the poison induced sleep. Still everything was blurred and only a shape was there, as the time passed Orril could recognise the human, the one that deffended him in the little chat with Navar. Though was quiet obvious whom healed him, a wond wouldn't close that fast unless someone used Fire magic over it, it was obvious too that the human asked for the antidote, since Navar wasn't near.

Some minutes latter Orril was starting to move again, the poison effect dissappeared soon, yet him was dizzy and a bit confused, first of all he wasn't lying on the ground, he was over a bed, second and most important for him was the fact that he was alive.

Thanks you, wasn't a very wise idea to let that dark elf releace his anger with me... If I can pay you in some way ask it. yes, for a mage gratitude was something imposible to change... after all, Orril and many other mages wouldn't survive to the years in Ximax without help of their profesors. Picking his shirt he started to dress again, deciding his cloack was too dirty to use it he said Will go to wash this, if you need me will be taking water from the well. With this he started to walk, swagging his way to his room, to pick some plants from his bad to clean his cloak. Then Orril walked as he could downstairs, and looking the Dark elf on his corner bleeding rivers of blood, he got close and said Maybe you want some help, I can't heal properly but I can reduce the pain. Orril waited to the answer of Navar, though he felt some grudge to him Orril wouldn't leave him to die bleeding like that, less if it was his fault to make him fight.  

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on August 31, 2006, 07:12:23 AM
Navar stared at the pool of his own blood growing wider and wider, I need no mans help...but then again I do need to be healed Navar begins to feel very woozy and light headed....urg what to do.....wait maybe I can consider this a prize for winning, yes no ones helping me because Im weak, Im being helped because I earned the right to be healed,

Navar having talked himself into receiving help looks up at the Dwarf and Orril All right then show me what you can do

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on August 31, 2006, 07:21:23 AM
Jarrl finished his inspecting of his newly acquired and looked up at the elf maid. From the looks of things, he probably ordered too much food. But Jarrl wasn't exactly experienced in bartering for vittles. Of course, him being slightly drunk might have had something to do with it. He began to stare longingly at the bottle sitting on his table. Maybe it's time I got back to what I was doing. I wonder if they have stingo here. Turning his gaze back to the elf, he spoke to her. "It's pleasure...Doin' buisiness with ye," he said, as he licked his lips. Mmmm, ale... "I'll think about yer offer." Jarrl stood up, smiled at the elf maid, and walked back over to his table.

Thinking about his ship again was starting to depress him, and the intoxication that comes from drinking helped repress it. Unfortunatly, the feeling of euphoria usually got him in trouble, especially with gambling. Jarrl picked up the bottle in his dirty hands and began to pour himself another drink. He took a sip and sighed. This was as close to heaven as he could get.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 31, 2006, 11:52:23 AM
Rhaki got up, and stumbled down the stairs. He limped over to the man who had stopped ethe effect of the posion, and the dwarf who had healed him. "Thank you two, very much. Is there anything I can do to repay you? Perhaps an ale would do the trick?"

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on August 31, 2006, 12:37:23 PM
Phyth shook his head as Orril left. He was just about to get angry at him, when he suddenly left the room. After staring into the wall for a bit, Phyth finally left the room and walked into the bar room. To his surprise, and anger, Orril was talking to the assasin again. Apperently he needed to be yelled at. Thankfully the assasin didn't look mad, so Phyth began to feel at ease again. He sat down at a table near them, and turned around in surprise when he hear Rhaki speak. It seemed he hadn't listened to him.

Phyth wasn't in the mood to socialize, but the elf did owe him. Turning to Rhaki, he lifted his mug up. "You can buy me a Tulimon grape juice, if you can afford it," he said. "And you can sit down and rest. I don't want to carry you up to my room again." Sighing, Phyth turned back around to make sure Orril wasn't being killed.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on August 31, 2006, 03:49:23 PM
Thorgas looked at the dark elf with less eagerness as he did before. Apparently this elf has an ego too large to fit in his head, though it wouldn't do more to insult an already bleeding, dizzy elf.  He thought the dark elf was a fool, putting his pride before his needs, until the golden haired elf walked down and offered to heal Navar.
"Don't ya know tis bad to walk around with a wound just healed recently? Go upstairs and retarn ta bed."
Talking became too hard for him as he started wheezing. Ignoring what he felt, he went to where Phyth was sitting and asked him for his help, though he felt not to because of the arguement that happened earlier with him and the human. Thorgas heard what the hooded elf said about the drinks, and personally he wanted a beer. He decided the more important thing is to make the dark elf feel any better, and so spoke to the man in a rough voice with a hint of a dwarven accent in it.
"I need help, human. The elf over there needs to be healed and soon! If ya happen ta be not very busy, perhaps you can carry him for me?"
Using his staff as a support for walking, he went to the stairs, turning his head to Navar as he took a step.
"Ya need a bit of support, with all those wounds of yours. Hopefully the man will help me carry you to my room."

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 8/31/06 12:01


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on August 31, 2006, 07:36:23 PM
Haaah, was all Lorlessa was thinking as she ate the warm soup. It was so wonderful to finally be able to eat again. I must remember to take some of this to Ivory, she reminded herself, not wanting her horse to feel left out. The half-elf couldn't help but spoil her horse every once in a while. Perhaps she'd find a carrot.

The man was gone for the moment. He seemed to be getting quite drunk and very happy about it. Lorlessa would have to make a note to avoid him later, when he was even more inebriated. She looked around the room for the first time ina while. Some of the patrons looked worn. What did I miss? she asked herself.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on August 31, 2006, 11:02:23 PM
"Its on me then!" Rhaki said casually. Calling over a barmaid, he ordered Phyth what hed asked for. "Very well, like requested, I will go rest for awhile." He stated glumly, then hussled back up to the room he had been set down upon before.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 01, 2006, 08:46:23 AM
Navar stands and looks down at the Dwarf, No thank you I am able to move myself Navar is speaks with a calm tone, now lead me to this room.

Navar begins to walk towards the stares with a very heavy limp turning his head towards the Dwarf he says, Are you coming?

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 01, 2006, 11:46:23 AM
For a  moment Thorgas stared at the trail of blood the dark elf is making as he climbed the stairs. As he expected, Navar turned down the help from the human. He spends too much of his time tryin ta make himself look tough. Idiot. Pride can lead ta yar doonfall.
"Up the stairs, and the third room to the right is meself. Careful now, we don't want you nor anybody ta slip on yar bloody trail."
Thorgas went ahead the dark elf and towards his room. Once inside, he arranged the bedsheets, the pillows, the quilts and the matresses, to provide a little comfort for the elf. He picked up all his belongings, and his brother's, and put them inside a drawer, as he really don't trust the elf, and would rather have all his things intact and not stolen.
Now that the room has been cleaned up a bit, the time for the preparation of the spell has come. Although dwarves are know for the stability of their minds, his head was already aching a little, because of the fact that he already casted three healing spells in this morning, and this is the fourth. He took some cloth and a basin full of water, rubbed sulphur on his hands, and touched the psyrpent crystal on Torosar's headpiece. That ought to increase his focus and concentration.
After I'm done with this I need a bit of rest. Ach, my poor head..

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 9/1/06 4:37


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on September 01, 2006, 12:37:23 PM
Phyth walked over to the assasin hesitantly. He wasn't in a hurry to get killed by him, but the elf did need help. He just wished some one else was there to give it. But, as he expected, the assasin refused his help. "Fine," Phyth answered. "But if you pass out on the floor, I'm not picking you up." Glancing back at Thorgas, he shrugged as if to say "I tried." He sat back down to see Rhaki order his drink. Nodding in thanks, Phyth took a sip. Now that hit the spot.

Glancing back at the dwarves table, Phyth called the busy barmaid over and ordered an ale. He had a feeling Thorgas would be needing it. After she brought the ale, Phyth paid for it, walked over to the dwarves table, and sat the mug down. Turning to the other dwarf, he spoke. "That's for the other dwarf. Looks like he needs it." Nodding, Phyth sat back at his table, facing the stables.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on September 01, 2006, 01:14:23 PM
Gamaliel remained sitting on his chair, watching all that took place inside. He knew very well not to interrupt with Thorgas' work, even though they don't deserve to be healed. He had to laugh, too, as he saw his brother running up and down like he's on fire.
Ha, I  knew it. He would try to help others, even if they're complete strangers. I only hope he would never be too zealous.
He was shaken from his thoughts when the human came to his table and gave him an ale, saying that it was for his brother. Nodding thanks to the human, he brushed his beard and waited. Yes, it's from the dark human, and he needs it. Would it be alright if I took a little sip from it?

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 01, 2006, 03:30:23 PM
Navar glances around the room Wow things are tity...maybe a little too tity, looks like someone just cleaned up

Dwarf I am an Assassin not a pety theif, Navar speaks soflty and calmly, unlike a theif I earn my pay, and with this Navars vision begins to get blurry and he begins to feel light headed.

Hold on Navar your almost healed, show no weakness you ARE A COORHEM... so start acting like one Navar thought to himself.

Dwarf here for your trouble, because if it were not for Me you could relaxing right now so take this as a.........just take the money Navar spoke bluntly as he through five Haks at the Dwarf, Navar pauses as if thinking Oh and don't worry it's not blood money, I earned it my uncles Amoury.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Edited by: Navar The Rogue Assassin  at: 9/2/06 4:26


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 01, 2006, 06:05:23 PM
"Gak! He knows me thoughts? Got ta think fast..."
Thorgas gave a look at the money Navar threw to him, but instead of pocketing it, he gave it back to him. What a nice way ta show gratitude. Shove it doon yar throat, ingrate.
"Save it, elf. It might come in handy when ya need ta buy a bit of the bandages ta staunch yar wounds. Oh, and I didn't suspect ya to be a thief, I just like ta have me room clean. Now then, I need ya ta lie doon on the bed."
He rubbed the sides of his head, trying to contain the tiny aches coming from it. He took a clean bandage and rubbed it on the wound on the dark elf's ribs; that is the part that bleeded the most, and got some of Navar's blood on it. Gruesome as it was, the blood is needed to draw the dwarven symbol for life and enhance the spell, thus making it a very important reagent for the magic.
"Tis aboot time. Tell me if yar ready, then we can start the spell. Before I forget, ya might want to take of that leather armor of yers. I need ta draw the symbol on the chest area, else me spell won't work."
Thankfully, Thorgas felt a little better. He looked again at the crystal headpiece on his staff, trying to fight back the rest of what he felt.
"Ya might feel warm when I cast me spell, but never worry, tis actually comfortable."

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 9/1/06 10:08


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on September 02, 2006, 10:45:23 AM
Rhaki walked over to the Innkeeper, and asked how much a room would cost. After recveiving his answer, he said" Very well, a room for one night, please," and slapped a handful of money onto the counter. After eceiving his key, he hussled up the stairs, found his room, and lyed down to get some rest.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 02, 2006, 12:34:23 PM
Navar eyed the Dwarf hard as if to say I take my armor off for no man but swalling his pride he takes off his chest plate

You should feel honored Dwarf, very few people have seen me with out my chest plate, Navar pauses hurry up and cast the spell, I have things to do Navar says with an arrogant smirk

Oh and work on your lying it rather.......transparent, Navar says as he laugh to himself as he picks up his money

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on September 02, 2006, 02:14:23 PM
Hmmm... should hear the dwarf or should help the assassine... better hear the dwarf, don't want this to burst open again... Thinking this Orril picks the leftovers of his meal and goes to his room, there Shadow and Storm await, yet asleep. Putting the leftovers near Shadow and separating some for Storm Orril rests over his bed.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 03, 2006, 12:17:23 AM
"Honored? for having ta see ya withoot yar chestplate? Yar a sick fool." The dwarf pauses, and calmed himself as he is about to use fire magic. It would hurt alot if he was forced by the elf's attitude to use the more destructive part of the element. "One more thing. We dwarves are never made for lying, unlike ya pointy eared dark tallfolk. If I were ya I'll keep me mouth shut, if you know what's good for ya."
Thorgas used the blood on the cloth to draw a symbol for life on Navar's chest, though he feels that he should draw the symbol for death instead. That would teach the jerk to have more respect to the people around him, if ever he should survive a spell with that rune.
The drawing done, he focused his concentration to make the spell work, which after a short amount of time, glowed with a faint, orange light. Seeing the success of the enchantment, Thorgas wasted no time in touching the wounds on the elf's body, which started to heal immediately.
After the treatment, he felt like kicking the arrogant jerk out of his room, though his kindness prevented him from doing it.
"Thar now. Rest here a bit and don't be moving aboot; those newly closed wounds are likely to open again."
Thorgas moved out of the room and returned promptly with a basin of water and a clean, white cloth. With patience and kindness, he gently cleaned the wound and the area around it to avoid further pain and infection to occur. That should show the assassin that not everyone in this world is a cold-hearted bastard. He remembered the words he said as a reply for the dark elf's remark about lying.
"Elf, I never meant any of the words I said earlier. Forgive them. I guess my anger just got the best of me. I will sleep a bit on this chair, but feel free ta wake me up if ya feel pain or if ya saw a wound that's not been healed properly, and I'll do me best to cure it."
Without waiting for an answer, Thorgas limped to a nearby drawer and pulled out a woolen blanket, which he laid on the bed beside Navar. Afterwards he went to a chair beside the table and sat on it. He watched Navar for a moment, but his tiredness overcame him, and he fell asleep.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 9/2/06 16:31


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 03, 2006, 02:10:23 AM
NAvar watch in amazment as his wounds heal, though his face did not show it, he was very amazed this power is very...I don't know but its powerful.

Navar looks at the Dwarf, he stands and bows to him, I know I come arrogant but I would like to thank you master Dwarf your powers are great and you deserve much praise, and with that he bows, looking up from his bow he says but don't get used to this, I don't bow often, Navar straightens his posture and resuits himself up with his chest plate and walk out of the room, he can hear the Dwarf snoring and wonders if he heard what he said well if he didn't hear my thanks then I won't repeat it, Navar heads back down stares and pulls his corner chair out and once again begins to think deeply. you know, maybe coming to Santharia was a good choice after all he thinks as he silently chuckels to himself

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 03, 2006, 11:04:23 AM
*Thump*
"Ow!"
Thorgas woke up to find that he had fallen down the chair, and his patient gone. He rubbed the sides of his head and hastened to the drawers. He looked at their things and breathed a sigh of relief, as none of the items inside were missing. Got ta remind meself never to sleep on a chair while healing a stranger.
He went downstairs to where his brother was sitting. As he sat down he saw a the jug of beer his brother ordered a while ago, and beside it another one.
"You got another ale? Great! This should more than compensate me for the time I spent healing those wounded people."
Without saying another word, Thorgas took out his wineskin a poured the ale into it. There might come a time when he should need such a drink. He sealed the skin with a stopper and poured himself a mug of the beer from the jar. He drank the beer greedily, as if dying of thirst.
"Ah, that hits the spot! What kind of ale did you brought me, Gamaliel?"

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 9/3/06 3:07


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 04, 2006, 06:14:23 AM
Navar bends over and takes his cloak, which luckly had not got a spot of blood on it, and puts it on once again covering his face in shadows

I really need to do that silently Navar reaches into his pack and pulls out a white lienen cloth and begins to clean up his pool of blood at his feet. Silently he walks to the door with his linen drenched with his own blood and heads outside.

Navar quickly builds an alter,and using his flint and steel to set the alter on fire

Oh mighty Coor I thank you today for a victory and I give to you the blood from my body as a sacrafice, let my blood be atonement for my weakness. Oh mighty Coor hear my plea and with this Navar kneels as he throws the blood soaked lienen into the flame

Now I will wait here for the fire to die and pray that Coor hears my prayers The light of the flames dance around Navars face as he begins to silently pray

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Edited by: Navar The Rogue Assassin  at: 9/7/06 0:30


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on September 09, 2006, 07:28:23 AM
Rhaki, after unpacking his belongings, headed downstairs and outside for some fresh air. As he got to the door, though, he notices Navar performing a ritual that the Coor carried out after every victory. So he is a Coor... he thought. Quietly walking outside, as to not disturn Navar, he slipped around to the back of the inn, and walked around a bit. When he began to tire, he turned around and headed back. He sat down next to the inn, and leaned against the wall, thinking to himself in quite content.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 10, 2006, 03:13:23 AM
NAvar slowly rise from his kneeling position and makes his way back to his corner seat, and there he once again begins to think, and as he thjinks hes is over come by sleep

As he sleeps silently and completly erect he begins to dream of his homeland.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on September 11, 2006, 04:38:23 AM
Had awoken suddenly , by some kind of comotion downstairs , Malavon mumbled some words not suited for small children to hear , and dressing himself , he went down to watch as a elf , an assassin by the look of it , making trouble.

Why that .... for an assassin he really likes to attract attencion into himself .

Looking as the elf retreated to his seat , Malavon continued his thoughts with his usual ironic smile:

Isnt that cute .. he was cured by the dwarf and now went to a corner to sleep .
Well , if i couldnt sleep, there inst a chance i will let him be .
It would sooner Ava come to earth and give me a kiss in the cheek .

Walking towards the assassin , he seated right in front of him , and coughed, to attract his attencion .

By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 9/10/06 20:44


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on September 11, 2006, 05:05:23 AM
AFter a while, Rhaki came back in, and took a seat. His chest was feeling better now - there was no sign of a wound. He leaned back in his chair, and waited for something to happen.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 11, 2006, 02:48:23 PM
"......Father, you bastard you killed my dad......."    Cough    and with that Navar is snapped out of his childhood dream a dream that seem so distant but still caused more pain than any sword could

Keeping his head lowered as if still asleep, and his face shadowed by his hood he calmly says, I suggest you turn around and let me be or risk me getting up and showing you the way.

As Navar slowly closes his eyes he thinks a fool, it looks like more blood will be spilt this morning, heh good thing my chest is feeling better and with that Navar difts back off into his twisted dream ".......I will advenge you father, one day I swear it....."

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on September 11, 2006, 08:53:23 PM
I suggest you turn around and let me be or risk me getting up and showing you the way.
It was the response that the elf gave , and Malavon couldnt stop to laugh , and with an ironic smile he rested in hand in Zaroc and say:

Well child of Coor , you see , like you i enjoy my solitude , but for your inconvenience , your little show of skill here in the bar had awoken me , and unless you give me a proper excuse , i will show that you are not the only "assassin" in the bar .

He rather insinuatingly stressed the "assassin", in a most demeaning way , for Malavon had forsaken such title a long time ago .

Do you have any idea who i am ?

With that final question , he waited for the response , with his eyes flickering by the flames , showing that Malavon was now entering that state of danger , a danger that most of his enemies became to fear and this arrogant elf was not to be an exception .

By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 9/11/06 12:56


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on September 11, 2006, 10:14:23 PM
Gamaliel poured himself a mug of Turborger and drank it. He didn't noticed that he nearly emptied the jug in one sitting, and decided to save it for Thorgas when he returns. In a little while  his brother came down the stairs with a tired look in his face. He stared at him as he reached out for the ale Phyth just bought him and emptied it in his wineskin.
"It's from the dark -- I mean it's from the man who carried the wounded upstairs. If you're going to thank somebody, thank him."
He took the jug again, and poured every last drop into his mug, forgetting that he was supposed to be saving it for Thorgas. Burp! Now that felt good.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 12, 2006, 07:27:23 AM
Do you have any idea who i am ?

Once again Navar was pulled from his dream, and this time looking up at the man standing over him Navar resopnds calmly

No, nor do I care, but if you pull me from sleep once more your "Assassin" tilte will be put to the test.

Once again bowing his head he says, and as for an excuse, being in my way is excuse enough. So run along now because you don't want to wake me again.

And with this Navar slips back into his dreams. Knowing that soon he will have to once again shed blood.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on September 12, 2006, 08:03:23 AM
"Hey, you!" Rhaki called across the inn. "Do you fight just for the pleaseure of bloodshed? Why do you ask to be in pain? I assure you fighting Navar there you won't come out of the battle unharmed, and these kindly dwarves have healed enough fools looking to die. Lay off his back, you barbarian," He said in disgust.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 13, 2006, 12:08:23 AM
Thorgas turned his head to the source of the sound and listened at the loud voices inside the inn. Apparently these brutes haven't had their fill of blood letting, and it seems that they want more. More blood to spill this day, and the very thought of it made him wonder if it was really worth the effort of healing them. He shook his head and said a said a few sarcastic words loud enough for the hooded elf to hear, though he didn't care whether he'll listen or not.
"Leave them be, elf. These men are old enough; they know what they're doing."
He took a sip from his mug and promptly remembered to properly thank the human responsible for filling his wineskin with good, homebrewed ale. He faced the table where Phyth was sitting and raised his mug as a sign of gratitude. He need not to say anything to get his attention; what he said earlier was loud enough for everybody to hear inside the room, even for the man.
Thorgas leaned back on his chair and relaxed, but still completely oblivious of the fight that is about to start anew. He lit his pipe and smoked as if nothing is happening, but one could see, by the malicious, gleeful smile on his face, that he is not interested in healing them, at least not for free. When the fight is over, they'll be asking me ta heal them again... For free. Curse these barbarian brutes! No matter, I'll take their belongings in lieu of gold! Haha!
Thorgas brushed his beard and stared coldly at both Malavon and Navar. Unbeknownst to the patrons of the inn, he secretly hides a feeling of fear and terror at the sight of the one whom legends claim to be the one who massacred dozens of magi. Shaking off these fearful thoughts, Thorgas calmly watched the two warriors, whose fight is going to start soon.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 9/13/06 14:30


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on September 13, 2006, 01:49:23 AM
The dwarf is right , this is between this one and me ...
So i kindly sugest you stay out of this
.

Malavon was smilling , but inside a burning rage began to rose , a feeling that he fears more than anything , that will bring again the slayer of mages , a thing that he wanted to forget , but this arrogant elf had the audacity of saying that he should run ....

Such arrogance , elf , but that is a trait of your race , always thinking better that us humans.
But Navar , that was as the other elf called you right ?

There is a lesson that you will learn with time , how good you think you are , there is always someone better than you .

And althought you seem somewhat uninterested i will tell who i am .
My name is Malavon , althought some people call me Wizards Bane, the slayer of mages
.

By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 13, 2006, 09:10:23 AM
Navar, who had been awaken by the presence of the hooded elf, drawing his hand to his face so that he could rest his head on it, resonds to Malavon, Blah blah blah do you ever stop talking about yourself.

Navar rises and bows to the hooded elf, I thank you for you words but there is no need for you to get caught up in this, I can handle the "Wizard's Bane" alone.

Navar calmly unclasps his cloak and drapes it over his chair As I said before needless deaths are a waist of my time so if you REALLY want to go there then I'll be out side waiting for you.

Navar slowly walk towards the door, and as he walks past Thorgas he stops and lays down five Haks in front of him, here you deserve payment for the work you about to do, go and buy yourself a drink or two and I will NOT take no as an answer

And with that Navar slowly walks to the door and is engulfed by sunlite as he exits, knowing soon his skills would soon be put through the biggest test they had ever faced, has the dor shut Navar calmly pondered .....could it really be him?

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on September 13, 2006, 09:55:23 AM
Rhaki shook his head slowly... I cant beleive theyre going on with this... Navar's chest could bursts open at any moment, if that "mage slayer" gets a single slash at him. Not matter - i had better stay out of it. He then walked over to the dwarf, and thanked him graciously. "Thank you for healing me after that foolish battle... I should never have even thought about taking part in a brawl like that one..."

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on September 13, 2006, 01:15:23 PM
Not really a long sleep... Navar voice was quiet clear downstairs... and wasn't alone again, now the "woozar bine" or whatever the other said where about to fight for what Orril could catch. ### won't sleep with that assassin downstairs kicking the backguard of a foolish... human he said? HAHAHA, if he managed versus a mage he can trash out a human really fast. Waking up and looking out his window he managed to see Navar waiting out.

So you go for the third right? Really I wouldn't do that if I were you, the dwarf said this scars are easily open, and I doubt the dwarf is in good mod to heal again. Shouted from his open window looking down to Navar. Hear me, you'll be lucky if you don't die this time... though is a human, can do really severe damage.
Well, advicing Navar was all Orril could do... after all, he couldn't enter his mind and make a fake fight so Navar tough he already fighted this guy... and even if he could, What would make him do that? nah, there was not a good reason to use such illusion. Waiting for the fight to start Orril moved a chair next to the window, this way he could "freak out" either one to prevent a death.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 13, 2006, 10:52:23 PM
Thorgas watched as Navar rose from where he was sitting and was going towards the door. The assassin passed by his table and placed some money on it, saying it was payment for his services, and doesn't want it returned. Without waiting for an answer, the dark elf went outside and closed the door behind him, leaving Thorgas no choice but to accept the money. Instead of buying something with it, he pocketed it, in case he will need it during his journeys.
Stubborn as a dwarf. No matter, this will come in handy someday.
Turning to Rhaki, he nodded his head as if to say "you're welcome" and listened to all he as to say.
"Heh, ya can't help it. Ya elves are always reckless. If I remember correctly, the yellow haired elf challenged me ta a duel earlier this morning. I guess it runs in the blood, eh? All of ya are just the same."

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on September 14, 2006, 01:33:23 AM
Malavon watched with a sad smile as Navar "invited" him to settle their diferences outside .

Stubborn fool . Why dont you just apologized to me?
Hah , what i am saying ? This is all my fault too that such situacion was to happen .


One can try to hide his nature , but it come to the surface eventually.
I am an assassin , a warrior , this is not what i have become , this is who i am , plain and simple .


Walking with a slow but decided steps towards the door , he stoped by the dwarven mage and asked :

Master dwarf , i ask that you have your healing magic ready , this will be a dance that neither I or Navar will come out unharmed .

Without saying  another word , he opened the door looking as the bar patrons had taken a curiosity of what was to happen .

Navar , are you sure about this ?
Remember that you are still injured , and i am far from being an easy oponent.
But if you insist ...


Letting the words unfinished lingering in the wind , Malavon draw his dark sword and pointed at Navar in a battle stance.

By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 14, 2006, 08:29:23 AM
An arrogant smirk came across Navars face as he said, I have heard of you, one who has slain dozen of mages and I must say Im some what dissapointed

Navar begins to glare at Malavon's sword and I have also heard of a legenday sword, Navar pauses, wait is it that piece of crap in your hand, Navar laughs, I've seen orks who have crafted better swords than that

Navar slowly sits and leans his head against a tree, Ok now, don't keep me waiting, or do you desire for me to die of boredom. Navar has a smug smirk as he rests his hands behind his back. EDIT: and begins to arm his daggers with poision vials.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Edited by: Navar The Rogue Assassin  at: 9/17/06 4:24


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on September 14, 2006, 08:31:23 AM
... Where I've seen this man? Something of him is familiar but... nah, Ximax, working in a library, that justifies the fact I think I have seen him before... While thinking this Orril watched as the human went out the inn, pointing his blade at Navar.

Navar, this is my last advice, you shouldn't get into another battle so soon, I don't want to carry a corpse or two if you poison him. Navar, hear me and go back to your seat, you have much more to lose than just honor.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 14, 2006, 11:01:23 AM
Navar laughs at Orril's remark, More than honour, there is nothing more to life than honour.

And I assure you this, I will continue to fight until I take my last breath, and if possible even longer

Navar clears his mind preparing himself for the ominis onslaught he is about to face.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on September 15, 2006, 01:16:23 AM
Oh , i beg you forgiveness for not being an able looking oponent for someone as good as you.Malavon answered with a sarcastic smile , and making some skilfull moves with Zaroc whistling in the wind , he continued

And my sword friend , became known not for her beauty , but for her  efficiency, something you will taste soon enought...

Dispite of his words , Malavon inside , was sad that things would come to this , yet being a proud man , he just couldnt let no one man or otherwise to make fun of him .

With the eyes flickering , Malavon leaped without a warning towards Navar chest , in hope to finish this fight as soon as possible.

By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 15, 2006, 08:26:23 AM
As Malavon lashes out at Navar, who is still sitting on the ground, hmm this should be fun, he thinks with an arrogant smirk on his face

Navar swiftly pulls out his two daggers from behind and and blocks Malavons sword blow with the dagger in his left hand, luckily the tree was here as Navars back is pushed against the tree by the power of the attack

Navar seeing an opening swiftly makes an upward slash under Malavon's sword with his right handed dagger,  

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 15, 2006, 11:16:23 PM
Thorgas turned away from Rhaki just as the Wizard's Bane told him to prepare a healing spell. Thorgas sat and stared open mouthed as Malavon made his way outside the tavern's door. Only the smell of beer brought him to his senses. The magi killer just talked to him about a healing spell. Thorgas shivered at the thought of the murderer and him alone in a room. surely after the fight, his lust for killing would return. Magi would certainly be his target. He summoned his courage, leaned towards the door and called to both men.
"And what would be me payment, may I ask? If ya think booth of ya deserved ta be healed, then enlighten me with yar reasons."
Expecting no answers, he turned around and talk it over with his brother. He knew what Gamaliel's answer would be; he should use his magic for the benefit of all races, not for profit, and certainly not based on the reputation each individual carry.
"That one is a wizard killer. Don't expect me ta help him after that battle! The world would be a safer place withoot those two aroond. Say what you will, I would not waste time for those two murderers."

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on September 15, 2006, 11:36:23 PM
Phyth looked outside in disgust at the fight brewing outside. Idiots. Idiots who never learn; never leave their pride aside. He wouldn't mind if they each got wounded. And this time, he didn't even care if the dwarf healed them. Maybe after a while but- Phyth's brow furrowed in thought -Hmmm, that sounds good...

Phyth stood up from his seat, grabbed his cup, and walked quickly over to the dwarves table. Doubtless they were wondering the same things he was. Might be a good time to state his opinion. He nodded at both dwarves, then turned to Thorgas. "Y'know," he said gruffly, "this time I don't care if you don't heal them. Except, I have a plan that might make them learn. If you're interested...?"

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield

Edited by: Phyth Glenfield  at: 9/15/06 22:37


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 15, 2006, 11:52:23 PM
"I don't care if they bleed to death either, but me brother will force me to treat their wounds again."
Thorgas was looking down his mug, trying to judge how many sips it would take to finish it, when the human told them about a plan he was devising.
"A plan, human? Enlighten me."
Thorgas drank a little of the beer and gave forth a resounding burp. He doesn't care what the man would think about it, though he was aware that such manners were frowned upon in disgust by the humans.
He drank more of the liquid and finished it in one gulp. After wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, he again turned to the human and looked him in the eye.
"Before I forget, we Mitharim never enjoyed meaningless conversations. If ya wish ta tell us something, do it quickly, before we lose our patience."
Nobody can blame the dwarf for his lack of patience; it is a trait of their tribe and it comes naturally to him. Thorgas sat there, waiting for the human's response, with the hopes of earning a pitcher of Turborger brown.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 9/15/06 15:55


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on September 16, 2006, 04:24:23 AM
Malavon was caught off guard by Navar quick counter-attack, using his speed he dodged back , not being able to to stop as Navar dagger slashed his arm .

Watching as some drops of blood dripped to the ground , Malavon grinned and taught to himself ...

Well , it seems i underestimated him , it was some time since someone hurt me ...

If it werent for my speed , this would be more than a flesh wound .
Advantage of being a half - breed , i supose my elf blood comes on handy sometimes
.

My next move will be more carefull ...

Finishing his taught , his ironic smile completely disappeared, positioning on a more defensive stand , watching Navar next move .

Well done Navar , but dont think this can happen again , lets continue , shall we ?

By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 16, 2006, 04:00:23 PM
As Navar sees the blood dripping from his blade he begins to laugh, and as he stands he quicly sheathes his daggers.

No, we don't Navar speaks with an arrogant tone and a pleased smirk on his face, you're fast but not fast enough, you see my blades are infused with Venom

Navar pauses but don't worry the poision won't kill you, no because what use is a dead man to me any ways.....no the poision will take effect any second now.

Once again Navar pauses However this venom is a bit different than the one I used on Orril and the other elf,just in case you saw our little spat, you see this one will cause you to cramp severly along with uncontrolable seizures, soon your limbs will not work and you will only feel the pain of your muscels tighting forcing you to lie still helpless and cringing...but don't worry you WILL lose consiousness soon after that and the pain will all go away

Navar swiftly twirls out and arrow from his quiver and aims at Malavon, so go ahead say something, Coor knows you don't have much time left to speak, Navar laughs sinisterly as he awaits a reply

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on September 17, 2006, 06:01:23 AM
Not this time Navar... you shouldn't use the same strategy twice. thinking this Orril closed his eyes, preparing to cast a simple illusion, this time to help the newcomer. Focusing in a soft and calmed breeze returning to the ocean and taking some quartz powder Orril started to reduce the poison effect, in an attempt to cure Malavon. If his idea worked or not... soon he would know.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 17, 2006, 12:23:23 PM
Hehe heh, Orril din't you find it odd that I would draw an arrow on a target I already poisioned, as he says this he turns his arrow to Orrils window

If your going to cast a spell don't make it look so obvious, Navar looses his arrow at Orril whom at the time was trying to foucus his powers.

Quickly drawing anpther arrow Navar strands his bow waiting for what may happen next

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on September 17, 2006, 10:04:23 PM
As Navar rambled about the poison , Malavon ignored him , he now had urgent things to think about .

Tsk , how careless of me .

I should had known that a lowlife assassin as Navar wouldnt fight fair and square .
I have to do something , but what ?


That was the question that lingered in Malavon mind , and watching Navar drawing his bow , Malavon taught that was his end , but fate has his ironies , an ally came to his rescue and a mage no less , distracting Navar that now was giving him all attencion .

Smilling , Malavon reached for his belt and opening an hidden compartiment , pulled one of his throwing daggers and launched it at Navar shoulder .

Now its my chance , thx to that mage , another moment and i would fall to the poison affect .
Here is a present from me  Navar !


By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 9/17/06 14:04


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 18, 2006, 03:17:23 AM
patheic elf......how ironic the Wizards Bane being helped by a mage.... Navar glaring at Orril swish ...crap thats the sound of metal leaving skin...

Navar swiftly turns his arrow towards Malavon but to no avail, his arrow is loosed into the air as the dagger plants itself into Navars left shoulder

.....damn why is always my left shoulder..... Navar pulls out a leather bag and takes out five different leaves.

Looking at the wound Navar calmly says, Thats what I get for losing focus, Navar pauses hm mental note targets are still lethal until nuetralized.

Navar begins to chew up the five leaves and he rubs them into the wound, there we go that should take care of any poision, if any, that was on your dagger

Navar laughs to himself, I find it kinda funny the almighty "Wizards Bane" needing help from a Mage, hmph pathetic, and I had such high hopes, aw well

Navar goes to pull out another arrow but is retarded when his left arm locks half way back and quickly glancing at the dagger thinks, Damn the dagger locked up my arm....well if I pull it out it may make things worse.....crap....well good thing I have two arms...an arrogant sneer comes across Navars face as he gets in a proned position for defence....time to wait

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on September 18, 2006, 08:38:23 AM
Phyth ignored Thorgas' belch, and most of his comments. "Yes, you're all oh, so stubborn." He took another sip of his grape juice and eyed all the empty things of ale. Apperently they drank a lot too. "As for my plan, it's a simple one. Don't heal them. At least, don't heal them until they're bleeding to death."

A bit gruesome, and not really his style. But the fools did need to learn a lesson. Phyth told Thorgas so. "If they ask, refuse to heal them. And then tell them why you don't want to."

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 18, 2006, 09:08:23 PM
"Don't heal them until they bleed ta death? Aye, that sounds good ta me."
Thorgas took his wineskin and drank the liquid inside. He sipped a little first, then poured it into his mug like a greedy child. He glanced back at the human, and smiled mischievously. Apparently not all of the tallfolk had brains the size of doch nuts.
"This time not even me brother would dare interfere with the plans, but do tell me if they had learned thar lessons, and tell me also if I should heal them."
For a while he imagined the bodies of the two fighters outside, crumpled like a red rag and painting the soil red. He sipped a little of the drink and turned back to Phyth.
"How aboot takin' some of thar beloongins' as payment for me services? Ya could earn some coins ta line yar pockets, too."

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 9/20/06 15:42


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on September 19, 2006, 02:22:23 PM
I find it kinda funny the almighty "Wizards Bane" needing help from a Mage, hmph pathetic, and I had such high hopes, aw well..

Hearing the words of Navar , Malavon could not stop to answer , knowing that whatever he could say would sound hollow in Navar ears , yet he had to say it ...

I dont need no ones help , elf , if you had fight fair and square , i could teach a thing or two about swordmanship , but you are nothing without your poison .
Hah , i wonder if you ever defeated someone without these tricks .

And Navar , here is something for you think for a while...
Dont you wonder why i launched the dagger at your shoulder , i could easily throwed at your throath and finish this , but unlike you i am a true warrior , i earned my fame by slaying my adversaries , but you , are nothing more that a petty criminal , a low life ...


As Malavon finishes his words , he felt the poison begining to take his first steps .

Damn , it came sooner that i taught.
What irony , I The Wizards Bane , the slayer of mages , defeated by poison .
I always taught my end would come by some spell ...


As sight began to blur , Malavon waited for what was to happen.

By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane

Edited by: Malavon Despana at: 9/19/06 6:23


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 20, 2006, 08:50:23 AM
Heh heh heh, you are a fool, Navar raises his head, hm well this petty criminal just kick your butt, the end justifies the means. I mean is it my fault you're weak.

Navar glances down at the dagger in his shoulder as he grips it firmly he rips it out watching as the mist of blood sprays from his shoulder, yes you could have thrown it at my throat and ended it, but then again so could I. Navar pauses and pulls out a vial of poision. The poision I used may be painful but it is not leathal, I could have used this, he holds the bottle fimly in his and as he holds it up, this poision, if used this poision will kill most any target instantly, it is the most powerful poision I have and it could be coarsing through you now however I am mercyful and allowed you to keep your life.

Navar pauses and quickly puts away the vial, well these tricks, as you call them, are how the Coorhem fight, and I don't think you relize that in my homeland poision is not an advantage, it is a necessity, Navar begins to pace rapidly, everyone uses it and you would have to kill each one of them to live,

Navar pauses Oh and let me tell you about fair and square, fair and square would leave you at the other end of a blade, you see the fights weren't one on one they were normally three or more versus one. Think about it fighting multiple enimies and if you get hit you lose, Navar's voice begins to break, No matter how many men you kill one scratch and every thing you have done is worthless.

Regaining composure, so who is weaker the one with the poision or the one who cant deal with it. Navar begins to head back to the bar, I use poision to make death quicker, I belive it to be more humane, cause you don't want to see what I do to men with daggers alone.

Navar twirls the dagger from hias shoulder, You gain fame from killing mages, but I am not known, because what I do is not out of the ordinary, what I do is done everyday, what I do is unnoticed because it is natural, day after day killing assassins one after another and people don't care because its all my tribe does. So don't give me this crap about fair or strength, and don't call me weak because Navar tosses the dagger towards Malavon Im not the one on the ground as the words leave his lips the dagger lands in front of Malavon and Navar enters the pub

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Edited by: Navar The Rogue Assassin  at: 9/20/06 2:21


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on September 20, 2006, 10:19:23 AM
Looking at his dagger by the feet , Malavon never looked more furious than now .

This is rich , I The Wizards Bane , been given moral lessons by a nobody ...

He has defeated me , but this will not be the end , i swear it
.

Clenching his teeth , he felt the poison coursing through the veins and thought .

I will have my revenge , i will make you pay ....

As Malavon slip into unconsciousness , not having any more strength , Zaroc felt in the ground , and his final thought rang in his mind as he felt finally on the ground by Zaroc .
The Navar poison had kicked in.

By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior.
Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 20, 2006, 12:38:23 PM
Hm is that all this pub can offer? Wow if I would of known that every one was weak I would have come to Santharia a long time ago

Navar glances at his shoulder which was beginning to clot and thought.....no need to bother the Dwarf over a mere scratch..

Navar slowly made his way to his chair in the corner and as he passed the Dwarf he sarcastically says, It's ok you can stop cowering the big bad Mage killer is gone, pathetic.
Navar reaches his seat and once again puts his hood on and be fore sitting he turns looks around and shouts ANY ONE ELSE WANT A GO AT ME....right then. Navar sits down feeling rather full of himself....hm I beat the Wizard's Bane, after heaing all those stories, what a let down and with that Navar sinks back into his nap that had been so rudely inturrupted

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on September 20, 2006, 03:14:23 PM
Phyth stared as the fight continued. The thought of taking those people's things did sound good, but it might be a bad idea. "Hmmm, that may not be good. You could charge them when you finally do heal them though..." An evil grin began to spread across Phyth's face at the thought.

Just then he witnessed Malavon collapse on the ground. "There's your first one...And here comes trouble." Phyth downed the last of his drink as Navar walked noisily into the bar. You'd think that an assassin would know something about subtlety. But the shout sure wasn't subtle. Now Phyth was really, really annoyed. "Will you...Kindly...Shut up?!! Not all of us are blood lusting fools in search of a fight!!"

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 20, 2006, 11:04:23 PM
It looks like the human took the dwarf very seriously when he said that he would take their belongings as payment, but little did he know that the dwarf would never take payment in exchange for healing. Thorgas watched as Navar went back to his table to resume his nap, and afterwards he turned his head towards the inn's door and looked at the poisoned man lying on the ground. The man is still breathing, or so Thorgas thought, and last comment from Navar did not lighten the gravity of the situation, which was grave enough already.
"And who told you that I was cowering from him, eh? I could roast him, and you, if I want to!"
The words came out loudly from the dwarf as the assassin told him to stop being scared of the wizard's bane. By the tone of his voice, it is very clear that he is not pleased of how the elf consider all the people in the tavern a weakling. Thorgas quickly stood up to aid the man, but promptly sat down as he remembered the plan Phyth told him. Well... At least tis not lethal. Better wait for Phyth's signal.
He watched some more as the human, which he now considers a friend, walks over to where the assassin was sitting and shouted at him. From the human's facial expression, one could tell that he was very much annoyed at the arrogance of the elf and his view of power. Thorgas decided that the assassin had gone far enough.
He quietly reached into one of his pouches and drew forth a small amount of strong smelling, yellow powder; sulphur. The smell was strong enough to make a person gag. He applied some to his hands and staff, not for offense but for defensive purposes, and walked over to where Phyth was standing.
"Look, elf. I'm not tryin' ta give ya a lecture, but power is not always aboot how you defeat a person in a fight. It's also aboot compassion ta others and helping somebody who needs aid and protection. Ya should have respect for life, and even more respect for yar ability ta take it. The way I look at it, yar just a murderer."
Thorgas pauses for a little while and conjured a small spark, which is small yet bright enough for everybody to see it.
"Look at this flame. I could use this ta incinerate you. Instead, I used it to heal yar injuries. Think a moment aboot that before ya start pickin' fights with everybody in this inn. This is a tavern, not an arena."
Though Thorgas would avoid a fight if possible, he would not hesitate to use the might of his enchantments in defense of his family, friends, and community.Just try ta harm Gamaliel, Buri, or any of me friends, and I'll make sure that you'll regret ever knowing of the name Ironforge!

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 9/20/06 16:53


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on September 20, 2006, 11:58:23 PM
Gamaliel was about to make a reply concerning Thorgas' disapproval of healing the wizard's bane, when he saw his bother stand up and calmly told the assassin about the real meaning of power. He sat still and listened to all the shouting inside the tavern. Having heard all he wanted to hear, he stood up and walked over to where the fighter whom Navar just poisoned is lying. He checked the pulse and the wound. After making sure that the pulse is normal, he took some bandage and wrapped it around the wound to stop the flow of blood.
"Try to relax, human. The wound isn't that severe, but we'll need to stop the blood flow first; Thorgas is busy inside."
He wasn't sure that the human, or he could be an elf, could hear what he was talking about. He didn't care. All he wanted to do is to help the injured as best as he can.
He left the man lying on the ground, Malavon would be far too heavy for the dwarf to carry. Gamaliel returned to his seat and watched as his brother got some sulphur on his hands. Apparently Thorgas does not need any help from him; he got this dark human with him. He would help, though, if he feels that the human is incapable of defending his brother.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin

Edited by: Gamaliel Ironforge at: 9/20/06 16:01


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 21, 2006, 10:19:23 AM
Navar having been once again been awoken Navar leans forward towards the Dwarf, aid,where was the aid while as I watch my father bleed to death, where was the aid as I fought to become the best, where was it? Ill tell you no where Navar begins to raise his voice catching himself he calms down.

Using power to destroy people Navar pauses, and with a sneer you are a bigger fool than I thought, don't you realize I could have killed them at any time however I let them live, even now I could kill them but still I let them live.

Navar leans back, and did I start a fight? NO all I wanted to do was sit back in this corner and be left alone, once again leaning foward they each came and picked a fight with me on their own

So they all got what they asked for......oh and if you still want to whine about compassion talk to the fool human, he still has my antidotes, I used my others on my self Navar gets right in the Dwarfs face so I suggest you sit down and leave me be or there might just be another brawl, so like the others I give YOU the choice Navar leans back and puts his feet up on the table  

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on September 21, 2006, 11:54:23 AM
Phyth watched as the fool elf yelled right in the face of Thorgas. Although he was quickly getting more annoyed, a plan was now beginning to form in his head. One that might not teach this assassin a lesson, but he still wanted to try. Anything to show this assassin...

Before Thorgas could answer the elf with more yelling, Phyth turned away from the assassin and leaned in close to Thorgas' ear. He whispered to him in a voice so quiet only the dwarf could hear. "Can you knock him out? Preferably from far away. Nod a little if you can."

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on September 21, 2006, 12:09:23 PM
Jarrl finally finished all of his bottle, and was only beginning to get really drunk. Although he still had most of his wits about him, his only hope (or it was) was that no one would get him into a dice game. He didn't want to lose all the jewelry he just bought.

He watched the fights go by with disinterest. These people didn't fight right. Jarrl was good in a fistfight, and he could use his cutless pretty well, but these people fought dirty too much. He wouldn't want to get into a fight with any of these people. From the looks of things, all they could do with try to kill as fast as they could. And the fights did end fast.

Finally, after he was beginning to get too bored, he spoke. It was directed at no one in particular, except maybe the elf maid. "Those remind me of the time my ship was attacted by pirates." If she didn't want to hear it, tough. He brought the bottle to his lips and swung his head back. Empty. "My men surrendered, and only I fought. Me against five men, there were." Again, half true.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 21, 2006, 04:49:23 PM
Thorgas had never been disrespected in all his life. A surge of anger and hatred began to build up inside him. Though he can, at will, just touch the face of the assassin and set it on fire, he determined to use a much less offensive form of spell, a spell that can neutralize his fighting abilities for a few hours.

He turned his ear towards Phyth's voice, nodded yes a little and whispered a few words to him.
"Turn aroond once I cast me spell."
Thorgas came closer to Navar and pointed a finger at him, as if he is trying to argue his point further. In his mind, though, he was focusing his carall on the air nearest the assassin's face.
"Tis the fault of yar tribe that yar father got killed, and ---" Flash! A bright, blinding light issued forth from the finger of the dwarf and right in the face of the dark elf! He turned around and ran to a safe spot far from the assassin. Thorgas knew that a bright flash directly on the eyes will cause blindness and pain to the target.
"Ya fine there, Phyth? Quickly, disarm him!"
He reached quickly in another pouch, took a handful of ashes and scattered it on the ground. Once again he focused his carall on Navar for a few moments and hexed him with the spell 'Blood Breaker'. That should slow his movement and weaken him. After finishing the spell, he waited behind the human to see if his spell worked.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 22, 2006, 08:22:23 AM
Navar quickly jerked back as a searing pain shot through his head, the flash sent him timbling back into the corner and with a loud thud he hits his head on the corner.

Rather stunned by the bright flash Navar thought that damn Dwarf, urg where is every thing....... wait why am I feeling woozy, wow my....my movement is.......so.....slow. damn him damn that dwarf. Hmm he wantto to win that badly...fine

Navar reaches behind his back and pulls out his daggers, You want a fight, as he says this he throws his daggers aside fine you win, good job, you caught me off my gaurd Navar pauses So you beat me with a quick flash.... good job.

Navar slowly rises bracing himself with the corner, go ahead Im unarmed, strike now, strike me while Im blind and  deffenceless.

Navar bows his head, you know you called me rutheless and unhonorable, but atleast I fought fair, I announced a battle and then waited for them to make the first move, so tell me......who's the one with no honor now. and with that Navar slowly sits and waits for whatever may come next

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Tiras The White Rose on September 22, 2006, 04:23:23 PM
Tiras looked with disgust as people fight around him , especialy the man that just warned him not to stare .

I knew that man was trouble , just by looking at him , one can see that he enjoys that sort of thing , killing , hurting .
Disgusting...

Elfs , dwarves , orcs , they all proclaim with pride that are better that us humans, but when it comes the time , they show the same weaknesses .

Arrogance ,  in our history , was the downfall of man and it seems that elfs are going the same way.


Shaking his head , he continued to look for a potencial victim for his con game .

It was when he saw him , a sailor by the look of things , starting to get drunk , and drunk people are easy to deceive ...

Tiras eyes sparkled with interest as he watch the person that was near the sailor , a woman , with a somewhat gracious features , almost elven , and he tought to himself ...

Well , well , Lady Luck must be on my side today , i have the opportunity to get some money from that unfortunate gentlemen as well to get to know a fair maiden as that one .

That s an interresting mixture , business with pleasure ...


With a mischevious smile , grabing his bottle , Tiras walked towards the sailor table , hearing his bravado how he fought five men at once , and Tiras smile became broader .
A charlatan , a deceiver always knows when one is not telling the truth and this man like Tiras was such one .

Magnific tale , good man ! Mind if i seat here ?
One tires of drinking alone and i so enjoy hearing such grandious tales of adventure , since as you may confirm , i am not that adventurous sort
.

This was said with a most innocent smile , althougt Tiras eyes was directed to the woman .



Beauty is how you feel inside , and it reflects in you eyes . It is not something physical.Tiras The White Rose

Edited by: Tiras The White Rose  at: 9/22/06 8:33


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on September 22, 2006, 11:14:23 PM
Phyth stayed around, wondering what Thorgas was going to do. He hadn't seen much of Thorgas' magic power, only his healing, but Phyth didn't doubt he could carry out all those threats he made. Suddenly a bright light flashed out of the corner of his eyes That was unexpected. But unexpected was what Phyth was hoping for, since that would probably suprise the assassin just as much.

Turning around quickly, Phyth saw the assassin stumbling around. Apperently the spell worked. He rested his hands on his sword hilt when Navar began to reach behind his back, then took it off as the knives were thrown aside. Phyth ran a quick eye over him to make sure he was all right and unarmed. "Actually, we don't want to fight you, I just wanted to give you some friendly advice," he said in a quiet, non-threatening way.

"Keep the fighting to when you're on the job," he added gruffly. "If you're trying to practice your skills, there are other ways than wounding each other." There was more he wanted to say, but he had a feeling Navar wouldn't want to hear it. Phyth turned to Thorgas and waited, in case there was anything he wanted to say.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


Phyth Glenfield



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on September 23, 2006, 12:15:23 AM
Jarrl turned around at the handsome man who reached his table. The man who intterupted his tale. Yes I do mind, pretty boy. "Nope, not at all." Jarrl motioned to a seat at his table. A seat directly in front of him. "Ya heard, eh? I was just telling it to this girl here." Either the ale was starting to effect him, or this man was more interested in her. Or both...

Thankfully he was out of ale, and wasn't planning on getting any for a while. He gathered his wits about him as best he could and continued. "The first four were easy. The last man was skilled, but after a long duel I finally beat him. Turned out he was the bloody captain. After that me men started fightin' again. Rest of the battle didn't last long."

Most of that part was true. It was back in the start of his career, back when he had less men. They were outnumbered, and the men thought it would be better to surrender. But after killing three men that came onboard, his crew soon realized that they could win. They never doubted him after that.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Thorgas Ironforge on September 23, 2006, 01:09:23 AM
Thorgas' brow assumed a grave, serious look, and stared at both the human and the elf. There were mist in his eyes and he was trying his hardest not to let it become nothing more. He never wanted to hurt the elf; he just wanted him to learn.

He turned to Phyth, who seems to be waiting for an answer. Thorgas impatiently wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt and shook his head no; the dwarf has nothing to say to the elf.
"Help him ta his seat, human. The spell will wear off in a little while."
Hrmm.. Feelin' a bit dizzy... need to rest.
Thorgas tried to walk back to his brother, but exhaustion came over him. He walked with great difficulty towards their table, his head aching and his feet refusing to cooperate. The things he did this morning are very hard indeed, even for a dwarf. He barely sat down on his chair when both physical and mental fatigue overcame the stability of his mind and body, and the dwarf fainted on his seat.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 23, 2006, 03:25:23 PM
"Help him ta his seat, human. The spell will wear off in a little while."

Navar heard these words and knew that he had nothing to fear from the Dwarf but the human.

The dwarf seems to be honorable, but that human I wouldn't count on it, I trust him about as far as I can  throw him

Navar continues to lie in his corner still rather stunned from the giant flash, Sit down you fool of a human I can find my seat my self,  Better think of something fast or I could have a blade in my gut real soon

Navar rises and tries to move and stumbles back into the corner You know what forget it I'll just sit here Navar crosses is arms and waits, waits for his vision to return, waits to see what Phyth will do and waits to see if he will be alive much longer.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on September 24, 2006, 01:03:23 AM
Fool of an assassin... Rhaki thought as he watched the battle play out. He doesnt not accept advice.... that can be a grave mistake. "Dwarf, you are kind, helping fools that cannot pay for their own mistakes. Though, I'd say eventually we'll have to knock a bit o' sense into em. So as to not battle every fool who walks their' path, or they shall soon become corpses."

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 24, 2006, 01:45:23 PM
Look who's talking......you sound like the pathetic fool who fell victim to my poision.

Navar's vision begins to slowly return and he can begin to make out the out line of the hooded elf he fought earlier. I do find it kinda funny you making a threat to me, when I could have killed you.

Navar pulls himself into his chair and begins to laugh to himself, you know whats funny, the only corpse I see around here may be your's so watch your tounge. Hmm I think that dwarf is either asleep or out of the room because I can move just fine again,,,,now hopfully I will be able to see before something bad happens.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on September 24, 2006, 01:57:23 PM
The arrow flew right to the window, making Orril lose balance and fall back with his chair. ... Next time will be a thunder... That assassine don't play fair but doesn't lets others reciebe advantages... Recovering from the ground Orril dared to watch through his window, knowing Navar could shoot another arrow at any moment. Luckily Navar was inmovilized by the humans dagger, but Malavon would faint in any moment without the spell helping him... Doesn't matter, Malavon will look for revenge soon or latter, then will be my pay back also Navar said something about fighting versus 3 or more people, then Orril though yea, I could finish you in the very first move, a lightning is by far faster than an arrow, and lota faster than a living being.

The fight ended, Navar entered the tavern and few minutes latter a blinding flash was shoot by the downstairs windows Maybe the dwarf got angry with someone, Flash is a extremly powerful spell to do it lightly, added to the other healings the dwarf must be really exhausted... Better go and look, after all, I can help with the mental fatigue...

Orril went downstairs only to see how the dwarf fainted, walking to him Orril said to the human Please help me move him to his room, I think is the third to the right up stairs, there he will rest while he recovers from the fatigue. I bet this is due to the spells he has been doing this morning, added some mugs of beer and provably a really long walk under desert sun without real water. Maybe I can help him, making his rest something good. Picking the dwarf by his hands he waited to see if someone would help him or he would have to struggle... if he struggled his scar would burst open surely, making far harder any action.

And you Navar, don't think you are all mercyfull or you have honor, I could kill you with a lightning before you could open your mouth. If I didn't is for only one reason, I don't kill lightly, you do it for job, to get the bread on the table, you would think about leaving that life cause some day you might see the spirits you killed, and they will look for revenge.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 24, 2006, 04:23:23 PM
And you Navar, don't think you are all mercyfull or you have honor, I could kill you with a lightning before you could open your mouth. If I didn't is for only one reason, I don't kill lightly, you do it for job, to get the bread on the table, you would think about leaving that life cause some day you might see the spirits you killed, and they will look for revenge.

As he heard these words Navar felt very annoyed, oh for the love of Coor will you all shut up, you say I have an ego but all I hear is blah blah blah I could have won if blah blah I can do this, just shut up and get over it, you lost big whoop

Navar pauses, bless your hearts, you guys just can't let it go, I lost and you don't see me crying about it.... Lord.

bunch of whiny brats if you ask me urrg.....alright now Im flustered And with this Navar slumps back in his seat and trys to calm himself

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on September 25, 2006, 12:19:23 AM
"Seems the Co'or are not a very honorable tribe... Youd prefer to kill yourself than lose to an enemy, woudlnt you, Navar, you fool. Id rather live a life longer than perish to every fool who walks my way."

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 25, 2006, 03:07:23 AM
Cor'hm, I am a Cor'hm not a Cor a Cor'hm, Navar says with a rather annoyed tone still lingering in his voice from his recent rant.

Navar takes a deep breath and finally calms himself down, he looks at the hooded elf, he stares deep into his eyes as if trying to gain acess his thoughts. And Navar says in a flat tone So to you long life is prefered, you say that you would  prefer to live than to die in battle.

Navar stands, his vision had pretty much returned and he speaks directly towards the hooded elf, you say Im a fool, you say that I will die a foolish death Navar pause a second and says but I say your the fool, you would much rather live in cowradice than to die with a blade in your hand,

Navar begins to walk towards the elf, we all must die that is a path we must all face, and one can't choose how or where they die but they can choose how they meet that fate, and if I were to fall at the hand of another warrior then I deserve death. The weak fall to the strong and it would be an honor to die to a stronger more skilled fighter. So go on roll in your cowardice and when you die old and fat remeber these words,

Navar once again pauses I may have died sooner but still death found you and there is no place for you left to flee, and atleast I met death head on and did not cringe like a weakling in its presence,And with that Navar once again takes his seat in the corner and tries to finish the nap he started so long ago

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Edited by: Navar The Rogue Assassin  at: 9/25/06 6:46


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on September 25, 2006, 12:06:23 PM
Phyth started to walk over to help the assassin, but thought better of it. Navar wouldn't want him to help. He ran an eye over him to make sure Navar was uninjured, then turned back towards Thorgas. The dwarf had fainted right in his seat.

He walked over in alarm to help Orril pick Thorgas up. The elf that Phyth had carried into his room was talking loudly with the assassin. He listened incredilously at his words; 'I'd rather live a life longer than perish to every fool who walks my way.'

Phyth pulled one of Thorgas' arms over his should and motioned Orril to do the same. He threw his head over in the direction of the stupid elf. "Says the fool who fought him." He shook his head and began to haul Thorgas up.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on September 26, 2006, 08:05:23 AM
I might as well let him rest now... He thought. Though, I suppose i could... no, what would be the point... Rhaki walked off into his room, thinky deeply about something.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on September 26, 2006, 09:31:23 AM
Cheri had taken a place in the recesses of the room watching the various specticules the fellow patrons made of themselves.  Men were always ready to fight and it seemed here, with so much ale and brew was available, would be of no exception.  

Cherri had gone unnoticed for quite some time and actually preferred it that way.  She studied the various people in the room, learning their arrogance and temperment.  Her violet eyes flashed with fire as she observed two males ready to fight again.  Cherri slightly shook her head sending silvery strands in motion which gleamed like the rays of the moon when the light caught in her hair.  'They will be the death of the Dwarf who keeps healing them.'  Cherri thought silently.  Those who did not use magic often did not know how it could and will drain your body of energy.  

Cherri's pink tounge flicked out catching a stray drop of wine on her lush pink lips.  Her porcelin colored skin flushed as she grew restless.  She was ready to leave this Tavern and all its rude, rough, and even smelly patrons.  She was ready to once again heed the road's call home.  'The time draws closer, but not yet.' Cherri thinks and a small seductive smile plays across her full lips.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on September 26, 2006, 12:17:23 PM
Walking slowly down the stairs with an audible clanking of weaponry, his shirt finally retrieved, Drasil surveyed the familiar common room once again.  Hastily throwing all of his meager belongings into a small gunny sack, he hoisted the bag over his shoulder and proceeded to the table at which he found Cherri.  Placing the stuffed sack upon the spotless table with a loud bang, the elf began to speak, an excited twinkle obvious in his golden eyes.

"So where to my Lady?" he said, placing a large hand gently upon Cherri's shoulder.  "Thought you could prepare to leave without me noticing?  I dun think so"

Gently squeezing her shoulder in an affectionate manner, a broad grin spreading from ear to ear, he waited for her reply, extatic to see where this new adventure would take him.  

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on September 26, 2006, 01:16:23 PM
Better keep my mouth shout and help the dwarf, this assassine is either really foolish to believe what he sais or he has a superior conseption of things... I go with the foolish explanation. Thinking this Orril just said Hooded elf, better stop, Navar and dwarves have something in common, and is their stuborness, though Navar proved he is more stuborn than a Dwarf. Congratulations Navar, you made your choice, now, keep in mind you will perish in a glorious battle, but even if you do so, the history will judge you, and I prefer pass unoticed by it. Saying this he took a deep breath and continued Hooded elf, please bring Malavon inside, the posion will make him faint and I don't wanna have to  awake him with magic, more than enough for me with the dwarf. Picking Thorgas arm and placing as the human motioned him, they moved Thorgas up stairs, placing him inside his room.

Hmmm... We need someone to treat the injuries of Malavon, my magic limits to attack and mind illusions, I don't heal. Saying this Orril headed down to look for someone to heal Malavon.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 26, 2006, 01:26:23 PM
Navar opened one eye and watched as Orril and the man struggled to pick up the dwarf, hm fools all of them, Navar stopped his thought and began to reflect on the days events

Navar rises to his feet and makes his way towards the dwarf, here let me help, as he says this he pushes Orril out of the way, you don't want those wounds opening back up on you.

Navar turns to Phyth, yeah I figured its partially my fault so....Navar pauses and fearing that they think him compassionate snaps hurry up this oaf is rather heavy so if you don't mind move it.

Besides I can't let you all clean up my messes, because they are my messes. And with that Navar turns his head towards the stairs come on now hurry up....before I change my mind. Navar stares quietly waiting for Phyth to make the first move

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Gamaliel Ironforge on September 26, 2006, 10:12:23 PM
Gamaliel became alarmed when he saw Thorgas suddenly faint on his seat. Damn those bastards! He was about to drag the dark elf all the way outside and kick his butt when he saw the human an elf struggling to carry the 250 od dwarf up the stairs. He stared at the party, as if suspecting some mischief, but brushed these thoughts from his mind. Gamaliel moved with haste towards the door to the well to draw some water for his brother.
He passed by the wizard's bane on the way and would love to help him, if only he was a little bigger.
"Hold yourself together human, help will be here soon."
Gamaliel drew some water from the well and went ahead to their room. He laid down the bucket beside a table, waiting for his brother to wake up. Now, if only they would leave...
He turned to both people who help Thorgas up and nodded thanks.
"Thank you both. Now all there is to do is wait until he wakes up."

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Edited by: Gamaliel Ironforge at: 9/26/06 14:55


Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on September 27, 2006, 06:05:23 AM
Lorlessa had not been paying attention to much else except finishing her food and polishing some jewelry that she still had, and was aware of, but not interested in, the fight outside, the brewing tension in the pub that one could slice through with a knife. The food was gone, and Lorlessa felt as though she may not have to eat for a week. Likely I won't, she thought to herself, Knowing how often I travel.

She half-listened to the drunken ramblings of the sailor as he talked about his ship being attacked and what-not. The half-elf only looked up when she felt eyes on her, eyes of a man. A human man, she confirmed when she brought her eyes up from the bracelet she had been rubbing. Her brown locks fell in her face as she turned to look at the man, and she brushed them out of the way behind a pointed ear.

There was something in the way he held himself that Lorlessa recognized, though what she could not place. He appeared to be interested in the sailor's story, but he was looking at her. Men. All the same, she said in her mind. Only interested in drink and women. But I can use this to my advantage...

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure of hearing your name," the maiden said, only a bit of flirt in her voice. It wasn't direct specifically at the sailor or the other human, but for certain she'd get both their names.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on September 27, 2006, 07:17:23 AM
Rhaki jumped out of his thinking and hurried to help the wounded man. He carried him upstairs and laid him down on an empty bed. "wait here, Ill get assistance" He said softly to the man. He then sprinted downstairs, and called Orril up to help.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Phyth Glenfield on September 27, 2006, 07:49:23 AM
Phyth finished hauling Thorgas up the stairs with the help of Orril and the assassin. It wasn't easy. The stocky dwarf weighed quite a bit for being so short, but the three of them eventually got him up and laid him on the bed.

He didn't know exactly why Thorgas had passed out, but Phyth knew it was something to do with exhaustion. Maybe it was the magic. Phyth didn't know hardly anything about magic, and like a lot of people he was even a bit leery about it. He had always assumed it was just used for attacking people, but after seeing Thorgas heal first hand, Phyth knew now that wasn't true.

Taking one last look of concern, Phyth turned to leave. The other dwarf probably wouldn't want him in their room. Once Thorgas woke up he would apologize. Perhaps buy him an ale.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai


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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Tiras The White Rose on September 28, 2006, 01:16:23 AM
Tiras eyes sparkled when he saw what the young woman had in her hands , jewerly.

Well Tiras old boy , it seems you did well to chose these two has your victims .
The sailor seems already somewhat touched by wine and her ... well , seems so inocent , time to put your charm to work Tiras !

Having finished his thoughts , he looked with a smile , trying to not look bored , as the sailor continued to ramble about his feats , Sure you did , was Tiras ironicaly thinking and finnaly he answered .

You seems to have a life full of adventures , while I ...
Leaving his sentence in mid - air , he turned to the woman , as she asked his name .

Ah my lady , it honors me for someone as lovely as you asking my name .
I am Tiras , an humble man at your service...


Bowing as he had done many times , women did seems to enjoy such flamboyant moves on his part .

Now if i may , since i gave you my name and  entiquete asks that i do the same , what is yours , my dear lady ?



Beauty is how you feel inside , and it reflects in you eyes . It is not something physical.Tiras The White Rose



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on September 28, 2006, 01:49:23 AM
The story finished, Jarrl brought his mug up to his lips. It was empty, but for once he didn't curse that fact. There was something about these two. Doubtless he could figure it out easier if he wasn't drunk, but it was still knawing at him. They both had that damn look on their faces, especially the smiling man.

Jarrl didn't like the look of him at all. He seemed way too overconfident for one so small and young. "I've taken on women bigger'n ye..." Jarrl muttered softly so only he could hear. But Jarrl wasn't very concerned if this boy tried something. A knife in the back could cure that real quick.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on September 29, 2006, 08:44:23 AM
Perhaps you want me to induce him a dream, magical faint isn't something pleasurable and when he awakes he will really feel dizzy and will need to sleep some hours more, so the best I can do is induce him a dream to give him some rest. Though if you want, we can leave him naturally heal, if fire element has taken part of him already he will heal faster, but never fully rested. Said Orril to the dwarf brother, knowing he would get to rest soon, Orril had made almost the same cuantity of spells, or maybe more, but less powerful, non superior to sphere 1, thus he hadn't really made a lot of damage to himself. Human, may you give the antidote to Malavon? I think the hooded elf moved him upstairs too so he will be waiting for the antidote. said turning to the human, then looked to Navar and pretending to give him the last bow to his ego said You aren't a frozen heart, really think about changing your profesion, your skills would be appresiated by any lord or even king, you could make quick money as a knight or mercenary, and as you want honor you would get even more. Think about it. Saying this he waited for the Dwarf answer.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 29, 2006, 03:22:23 PM
Navar, having helped the dwarf began to feel an emotino that he thought that he had gotten rid of a long time ago, Wait why do I fell responsible for Malavon.......grrrrr, why did my bloody consience have to go and show up, Ive done good with out it all this time.

Navar feeling satisfied wit his good deed for the decade, sat and began to drift off asleep, when once again his consience yells for him to attend to Malavon, No it was his own fault, if he wsn't so weak.......hmph fine if it'll shut you up.

Navar stands human either follow me or give me my antidotes but stop loafing around and help me with this fool, Wizard's Bane, I can have this worthless fighter up and back to normal soon.

Navar turns to head up stairs Oh Orril, money eh we must speak privatly when I am finished with Malavon, oh and as for my profession.........it stays. I find honor only through being true to myself. Turnung to head up stairs Navar says roughly Hurry up human I don't have all of firstflame

Navar walks up stairs and prays that he was able to mask his compassion, the small remnants of compassion that infuriates him.

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Lorlessa Tamaana on September 29, 2006, 07:43:23 PM
Lorlessa couldn't stop a somewhat charmed smile from spreading across her face. It was not often that someone talked to her like this...after all, usually she was trying to go after drunks and merchants in an attempt to make a profit. After all, look at the scruff she was sitting with! Drunk as a board and wearing half of her jewelry.

I can't let myself get too caught up in his charm, the half-elf told herself, her rational side taking over. He's got my profit look on his face. And so she decided that playing the naive girl would work best in her favor. With all but a giggle, she bowed her head slightly and responded, "My name is Lorlessa. I am pleased to meet you."

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on September 30, 2006, 01:49:23 PM
Hitted the side, he may hear me now, I mnay gain an assassine less in the streets. Thinked after hearing the answer, of course money always makes people move, and now, Navar made the last piece, he may be an assassine, but he has heart, and now was the time to hit it.

And you are being truth with yourself hidding your compassion? Navar you might lie to all the world, but neverthless to a mage with more than 350 years spent in the magic of the mind. I know as you that you have that will to help others as well, make true your word and get the honor you seek. Saying this he made a pause while moving to the room where Malavon was, then continued, Orril may be a really poor fighter, but when the fight goes to reasoning is hard to beat a mage, and Orril was showing off with this. Malavon is the Wizard's Bane right? I thought I heard from him some stories, like a feat of killing 12 mages, but I'm willing to help him, why? simply cause I'm truth to my feelings and myself. with this Orril would make the real finishing bow to Navar's fighter ego, after all, if Orril was right Navar had that feeling to help other, even if he negated and tryed to hide it.

Moving to his room he found Shadow and Storm already awake, reaching Shadow to carees his head he noted the leftovers where ate alredy, caresing Shadow's head Orril lost his sense of time and space, he was suddenly absorved by the air, the wind essence, he was no longer there, Orril was daydreaming now, with Shadow enjoying the attention..

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on September 30, 2006, 03:09:23 PM
Navar, having been waiting for Phyth upstairs, turned and laugh at Orril and his feeble words.

Ha, you caught me, I do have a heart Navar straightening his posture said, one that I will soon silence once again, Navar pauses as he relaxes Honor, the only honor I need is the kind were my enimies lay slaughtered at my feet and my name is in the corner on every man with a price on his head's mind.

Your feeble attempt on an emotional attack is weaker than your physical ones....you truely are a pathetic waste of life. And have no clue what it means to be Coorhem.

Navar then turns to see that Phyth was right behind him waiting for him to shut up You are still a fool that be taught a lesson but tell me what to do......but after this I won't be taking any more orders from you. Phyth give Navar a really hard look and tosses him the leather pouch.

Grrr.... Navar enters Malavon's room with Phyth close behind, Ok human go get warm water and some bandages, with out that fat oaf healing won't be that easy, as Phyth leaves the room Navar prepares his daggers he removes the poison and cleans the blade. He took out a leaf from his leather pouch and chews it up. After doing this he wipes the leaf down the blade. Navar leans over Malavon and begins to lean closer to the wound when Phyth returns and saying angerly What are you doing, I knew you couldn't be trusted you no goo....

Shut up Navar interupts if I slip I could make it worse, Im just going to bleed it with the antidote then you wrap him up, Navar carfully makes the cut and stands to leave and as he exits he say this man should be up and perhaps a little sore but reletivly fine soon oh and......thanks and with that Navar heads down stairs and go towards his corner he props his feet up and begins to think and a few moments later he watches as Phyth walks down the stairs and orders himself a grape juice, and all Navar can think as he looks at every one in the pub including himself, is how much they were all pathetic fools


There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Captain Jarrl on October 02, 2006, 07:34:23 AM
A look of disgust and anger fell across Jarrl's face. He was out of liquor, and this boy would not leave his table. To make things worse, he was seeing that look on both his and the elf maids faces. And he didn't think it was from the alcohol. Perhaps it was a good thing Jarrl ran out of liquor. He was having trouble thinking straight.

There were ways to get rid of people without shouting it into their faces, though. Jarrl hadn't had enough to drink to be passing out yet, but he felt his eyes did need a rest. "Name's...Cap'n Jarrll..." he said with slurred speech. Jarrl was pretty sure the elf maid asked the other man's name, but he didn't care. Finally his whole body slumped, and his head leaned forward. A quiet, drunk sounding snore came from him. Jarrl wasn't out, but anyone that was looking would think he was.

"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly."



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Rhaki Tekashi on October 05, 2006, 11:41:23 AM
With the man taken upstairs, Rhaki came back down to observe the commotion currently taking place. There were very many things going on at the same time. Almost too many for one day. Rhaki strode outside, and took a breth of fresh air. He decided it was best he was off, if he were to make it to his destination in time. With a final thought, he was off.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on October 08, 2006, 03:37:23 AM
Cherri only shook her head as she watched the procession carry the exhausted drawf up the stairs and probably to his bed to rest.  Her violet eyes that always seemed so alive dimmed slightly as she wondered briefly if they would leave the poor man alone and let him rest or would they be back at him asking for healing as soon as he was awake.  

Cherri came from her thoughts as she heard the now familiar clank of weapons and watched Drasil descend the stairs.  Her eyes brightened again and matched his golden ones in their intensity.  

She would be very pleased to get out of the tavern with its smell of stale ale and unwashed bodies.  

Cherri only smiled mischievously as Drasil mentioned her preparing to leave and not saying anything.  In truth she had very little that she traveled with.  And usually her small pack could fit under her dress unnoticed.  Her small spell book fit nicely into a pocket of her cloak that was well hidden.  The rest was folded neatly and stored conveniently.

Cherri returned Drasils friendly smile and placed her hand over his which rested on her shoulder.  His hand was warm and she took comfort in the strength that was still evident there.

We would do well to travel to Strata to stock up on supplies that will hold us until we reach the next city.  From Strata we should probably attempt to acquire a guide in Kirrii located at the Southern Gate of the Desert.

Cherri looked around the tavern as a another thought occurred to her.  She leaned her silvery head back against Drasil and peered up at Drasil.  We should also travel in a group.  I have watched some of the patrons and there is an air of restlessness about some of them. Cherri waited to see what Drasils thoughts were on traveling with others, especially since some of their fellow patrons had taken to carelessly fighting with one another for sport.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on October 09, 2006, 04:17:23 AM
As Cherri's delicate hand touched his own, a joyful sensation stemmed out across Drasil's body, butting a friendly smile on his face.  Staring into the depths of her purple eyes, he listened intently to her, occasionally breaking his stare as red colour rose to his cheeks in embarassment.

Withdrawing his hand from under Cherri's he began afectionatly toying with his weapons, fitting his hand familiarly along the grip and flourishing it elegantly.  Meeting her gaze with an intense golden stare, he responded, "You call those pitiful brawls fighting?  Honestly, you could take them out blindfolded.  And with my assistance I can assure you our journey will be safe. Besides," he said switching to a suprisingly ominous tone that suited his figure well while sheathing his drawn dagger with an audible sound, "we can just say, I have a little suprise up my sleeve for any..."trouble-makers."

Moving his hand towards hers one final time, he grasped it firmly, being careful not to crush its delicate frame.  Leading onwards towards the area in which the patrons were sitting, he gently pulled her along, looking over his shoulder to make sure she was coming.  

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on October 09, 2006, 05:33:23 AM
"we can just say, I have a little suprise up my sleeve for any..."trouble-makers."

Navar looks up at this remark and luaghs to himself aw abit confident are we? you know the men I fought were confident too....and look where they ended up. Navar stands and makes his way towards the elf.

No I don't think you have much a supprise at all, and I also think you're nothing more than a weakling with a big mouth, Navar pauses and takes the closest seat to the elf, so you're going on a trip eh....I don't think the likes of you would make it the first week let alone the entire trip.

Weak, big mouth, and girl crazy you'll be dead in no time Navar sits back and props his feet on the table and waits to see how this new face took his insults

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on October 09, 2006, 06:04:23 AM
Abruptly stopping in mid-tug, Drasil gently pushed Cherri behind him defensively.  Recognizing the challenger as one of the men who had participated in the second brawl, Drasil took a step forward, keeping Cherri protectively behind his back, and pushed his tall, muscular body upon the assasin.  Golden eyes alight with passion, in a glare that would send most opponents fleeing for thier lives, Drasil began to talk in a gruff voice, gently fingering the sides of his cloak anxiously.

"I do not wish to fight you.  Frankly, after viewing your pathetic brawl, it would be like fighting a child.  You and your "formidable" opponent are scarecly fit to lick the crusted dirt off my boots with naught but your tounge." he spat.

Feeling that his threat had sunk in, the elf backed down, slowly stepping back next to Cherri.  Placing his muscular hand gently back in hers, he continued, adopting a much gentler tone, "I am not in charge of this journey, I am simply traveling along to make sure Cherri here, whom I believe you met after your..."incedent." is safe.  I cannot speak for her, but I would happily have you along, seeing as we have already established you shouldn't be to much trouble."

Drasil smiled warmly, putting on a friendly mask, but his eyse displayed his true emotions towards his opponent.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on October 09, 2006, 09:21:23 AM
Cherri watched Drasil as he tried to hide his embarrassment.  She noted the fluidity of his motions.  He was used to fighting and warring, that much was obvious.  Cherri watched as his muscles moved in rhythm with his motions.  Cherri felt herself growing warm as she studied Drasils physique.  When she finally lifted her eyes to his she was met with an intense golden gaze.  

Cherri allowed Drasil to tug her gently from her seat towards.  He held her hand firmly, yet so gently as if he held it too tight her bones would break.  Cherri knew she looked frail.  It was just the way her tribe appeared.  Giving Drasils hand a quick squeeze to let him know she was not some frail maid, she giggled as Drasil looked over his shoulder to make sure she was following.  

Cherri watched warily as one of their fellow patrons approached.  The child of Cor from a brawl earlier.  He plopped himself down at the table closest to Drasil and Cherri.  Cherri watched in silence as Drasil moved her behind himself.  This one was definitely of the Cor'hm tribe.  His skin was as pale as her own and his hair was as black as ink.  Cherri was always surprised at how beautiful the members of the Corhm tribe were.  This one was of no exception...until he opened his mouth.  Cherri was not surprised however of his arrogance.  She had not wished to partake in any battles since the first she had participated in when she first arrived, protecting another dark child of Cor, but she would fight along Drasil if he so wish.  She just preferred to take it outside.  

Cherri had loosened one of the pouches at her belt and emptied a small amount of dust into her hand while Drasil confronted the dark elf and then watched Drasil as he exchanged words with the Corhm and then came back to her side again.  His hand was strong and reassuring as he enveloped her free hand.  

Her face remained the same as she looked at Drasil as he extended an invitation to journey with them to this arrogant elf.  Drasil may have a friendly look upon his face but when Cherris violet eyes met his golden ones his dislike of the dark elf in front of them was evident.  

Cherri returned her attention to the table where the elf sat so full of himself.  This one would cause more trouble for he was used to warring among those he was close to, but if he had so enjoyed that life then why would he have left Nybelmar.  

Cherri stepped towards the table, her violet eyes dancing dangerously with her inner fire.  She took in the full measure of the elf before her and held fast to his black eyes as she spoke, Before antagonizing another it is at least polite to introduce yourself, even if it is nothing more than a first name.  You speak of arrogance, yet that is all you know.  That and killing.  Would you even be able to restrain yourself, Child of Cor, if you decided to join our journey not to turn upon us when our back is turned and plunge a dagger into it.  Or do you prefer to look into the eyes of those who fall before you?

Cherri kept her position slightly between Drasil and the Cor'hm, never breaking her gaze into the deep black pools of the other's eyes.

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on October 09, 2006, 07:14:23 PM
Slowly, opening his eyes , Malavon first impression were that he was in his room.

But how ? He asked himself, last thing i remember i was fighting , then Navar used poison to bring me down ....

His thoughts were broken when he remember what Navar told him , clenching his teeth with anger , Malavon with some difficulty stand up , checked if none of his belongings were missing , and started to descend the stairs , with only one idea in mind , revenge ....


His head was hurting , threatening to make him lose conscience , but Malavon willpower and hate forced to continue to go down the stairs .

Arriving downstairs , he saw Navar provoking yet another man .
Always so arrogant , someday someone will teach a lesson , but that will be me , not that man , i will have you beg me for mercy , i swear it !

Yet the man didnt respond to the provocation of Navar , and the woman he was came near to Navar and  couragesouly stand before Navar and said what she taught about him .

Malavon looking at this , just couldnt stand it anymore , if Navar continued to provoke the man , he could lose to him , and that was something he didnt want .

Navar ! Malavon shouted as louder as he could , I have returned , i did promise you .
No one makes fun of the Wizards Bane , especialy a low-life like you !
I will be your oponent , not him...

Malavon couldnt say more , his strenght was not yet in full power , and resting his hand in the wall , since it was the only thing preventing him to fall to the ground , he looked at Navar with his eyes flickring with hate , yet anyone could that he was barely able to walk .


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Mages ,Wizards , Beware for i am here , I am Malavon The Wizards Bane



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: so orril miesefer on October 10, 2006, 08:31:23 AM
O My GODS!!! Once Malavon awoke his steps returned Orril from his daydream, his trip to the sky ended when Malavon started to down the stairs... Revnege too, Malavon was surely one of those that hated to lose in front of a low life as Navar, and would seek revenge, this time Orril wouldn't be so mercyful... this time Navar's mind and body would ask forgivness to all the gods.

Hours had passed in that trip, his memories had recovered him and even with the scars his body and soul asked the divine revenge that would come using Malavon's fight to attack, cowardy? Nah, is just playing like him, fighting fire with fire though Orril as he went downstairs following Malavon, but once in the downfloor Orril sat in a table near Navar's one, his mouth betrayed his intentions. So you haven't satiated your blood thirst right? I'll be pleased to watch you fight, after all, no one knows when will fate strike right? and I'll be glad to see the time when  you pay for everything, every trick you hide, every soul you sent to the neitherlands, every word you spit out your mouth moking the perfect form of the air arround you. Son of Cor as your god you will pay soon. Wow what a great taunt, now he will try to get close to me... then  he won't remember what hit him. Orril used this pause to join his hands over the table, palm with palm, preparing to cast the lightning chain to stun Navar if he got close enough. Then he just waited.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Mis'fer, Sky master.



Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on October 10, 2006, 10:10:23 AM
Cherri's eyes quickly went from the elf before her to the man on the stairs who could barely stand, yet felt bold enough to try to engage another.

Cherri watched and noticed another ho also apparently had problems with the elf who was still seated before her at the table, but this one was also a Wind Mage.  That much she recalled.  The way he formed his hands Cherri knew that he was about to cast the Static Bolt spell, which would have very bad reprocussions for those who were close, not to mention all the wood the Tavern was made of.  Cherri turned slightly to Drasil and looked at him, her eyes bright, then motioning towards the Wind Mage.

Cherri spoke softly yet firmly to the man upon the stairs.  "You fought earlier with this man and no doubt wish to take your revenge.  Would you prefer to die this night at this man's hands, for you will most surely do so in your weakened state, or allow your body to rest and seek your vengence when your body is fit to do so?"

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Navar The Rogue Assassin on October 10, 2006, 02:34:23 PM
Navar Smirks and laughs, "Mi lady" he stands and bows to the the beautiful  dark elf Your lightest touch commands obedience Navar felt odd, there was something about this elf that struck up feelings that long ago died along with his mother "my name is Navar, and no I find that it is bad practice to kill my companions." pausing I may like to fight but those who I work for are the only ones safe from my blade. And I do have some scense of loyalties. "

Navar then turn  his attention towards the other elf and stares him straight in the eyes and began to clap and in a flat sarcastic tone says Heh heh bravo very nice speech but it was to no avail, you still look like nothing but weak scum to me, unfit to even have my dagger grace your throat. Ha ha but you know what I like your style so I will accompany you....for a price Navar pauses and and glares at the male elf and begins to speak very angerly. Oh and if I ever hear you referre to a child and fighting again I swear whether your my contracter or not I will show you the most painful, most agonizing death you could ever imagine, you no good pathetic vermin.

Those word that elf spoke had drawn Navar back to the night his father was slain and it fulled him with more wrath than any thing " I may be an arrogant assassin but even that was distastefull and with that Navar turned to walk back to his seat and on his way back he shouted at Malavon Sit down you damn fool I already poisoned ya once to day do you really want to make it two

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Malavon Despana on October 11, 2006, 03:48:23 AM
You fought earlier with this man and no doubt wish to take your revenge. Would you prefer to die this night at this man's hands, for you will most surely do so in your weakened state, or allow your body to rest and seek your vengence when your body is fit to do so?.

Such was the words of the elven maiden towards him , and it strucked Malavon deeper that any weapon could .

Was he so arrogant that couldnt see that was in no condition of fighting ,that he had become what he despised most in Navar ?

She is right Malavon , you have becomed an proud man , completely blind to see that you have limits like everybody else ....
There is always time for revenge later ...


Feeling more ashamed than ever , Malavon with the rest of his strenght bowed and  smilled with sadness to the elven maiden answering :

Aye , you are right ...
Pardon this fool and thank you for making me see the error of this .
It is the arrogance of the man in me ....


Not able to stand up anymore , Malavon just let his back drop in the tabern wall and sat in the floor with a tired look .


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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Drasil Razorfang on October 11, 2006, 09:37:23 AM
Anger stemed from Drasil's head as the elf's cocky words entered his head, spreading down his body in angry convulsions spasmodically flexing his well muscled body.  Violently dr awing himself away from Cherri, in a gesture that he hoped would not offend her.  Propping his spear against the wall in a casual gesture, the elf removed his cloak and gingerly placed it upon a near-by stool, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles in a non-chalant manner.  Turning once again to Navar once again, he smiled, his well muscled arms and shoulders obvious under his thick skin.  His battle scarred face was covered by long flowing masses of long blonde hair which he slowly tied back, to keep it out of his eyes.

Appearing to ignore his opponent's comment, he made his way back to Cherri.  He lighlty placed his hands on her waste, drawing her thin form towards him.  Carefully locating her ear amidst the mass of hair, he shispered to her in a deep seductive voice, inaudible to all around them, "Do me a favor, and don't intervene."

Drawing back, a crooked smile on his face, revealing pearly white teeth, Drasil launched himself at Navar is a single fluid motion.  Appearing to begin to grapple with his opponent, he agily flipped past, landing frimly on his feet.  Spinning around in a whirl of blonde hair, he released both Jhe'Vai from their hidden compartments in his sleeves.  Making sure he remained out of the reach of any manuever Navar could execute, he placed one dagger firmly against the elf's back while positioning the other in front of his next.  Locking him in a fence of blades that he hoped would prevent the arrogant snob from moving.

"Your arrogence will be your demise," he said cooly, ice freeezing each of his words as the entered the other elf's ear, "You should lose it before I cut it out of you chunk by chunk.  I speak for my "Master", he said sarcastically gesturing to Cherri, "when I say we will not tolerate your stuck-up attitude on our voyage."

Pausing breifly, he continued before the other could speak, "Make one move before I sort out your little problem, and all that will be left to see my "little suprise" will be your severed head rolling across this fine floor and I can assure you that Mistress Twen would not appreciate such a mess, though most others would be glad to be rid of you.  Now speak, before I lose my patience.  And remember, no smart-ass remarks."

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Title: Re: XIV: The Thirsty Herald: Firstflame
Post by: Cherri Rowandyn on October 11, 2006, 12:05:23 PM
Cherri nodded her assent to each who addressed her when they had finished.  There was much turmoil between Navar and practically everyone else, something that could endanger their very lives if they