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Manik Targin
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« on: June 15, 2005, 01:17:22 PM »

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Side Story One: The Hogg

The town of Hogglekoth, The Hogg as it is known to the locals, lays on the eastern bank of the Thaehelvil River, midway between Santhala to the south, and Vista Castle to the north. To the west is the southern tail of the Anaios Gap, and beyond that the Vale of Brownies. To the east lay the foothills known as the Rimmerins Ring, or King’s Hollow, a place rich with silver ore, the mines of which supply the main source of trade at The Hogg. Most all services and supplies are available in Hogglekoth, though usually at a somewhat inflated price due to the silver based economy there.

The Hogg maintains a fairly formidable garrison. One hundred infantry and their leaders are stationed at the barracks in the center of town. This building is a three story stone fortification with an extensive underground vault. The first floor is primarily administrative offices and houses the Magistrate’s office and courtroom, as well as the living quarters of ranking officers.

The other military building, the watchtower, a round, six story stone fortification, some thirty peds in height, is built on a natural stone outcrop on the river’s edge, overlooking the docks. From its roof top archers with flaming arrows can defend the dock, or use their longbows to strike as far away as the town center. The Tower is home to a contingent of about eighty archers and their commander.

There are several taverns and inns in the town, to service the mining community and travelers. The most luxurious of which is the Regal Goose. On the flip side, the most unsavory of these establishments is without doubt the Longhouse Inn. Best to keep your purse held close when there.


Hogglekoth

Edited by: Randagaar Van Dorn at: 5/2/05 19:52

Pikel Thunderstone
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Re: Side Story One: The Hogg

Pikel is spending his time switching off between the Regal Goose, and the Longhouse Inn. When he is too drunk for the Goose, he goes to Longhouse.

He is currently outside the Longhouse Inn. He walks in with a big smile on his face.

Greetings!! Free round of drinks on me!! and he plunks himself into the nearest chair.
What? Why must we speak of my profession? Come, let us have a drink. - Pikel

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avashaklyuaan
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Re: Side Story One: The Hogg

Avash awakened on a cot, his head pounding. "What happened to me," Avash murmured to himself as he looked about. Seeing what appeared to be a church with clergy about inside. Avash rubbed his head, finding a bandage wrapped around his head. Looking about he saw a cleric coming over to him. "What happened to me?" Avash asked quietly, for anything louder than a whisper caused his head to pound worst.

"You were brought in, with a nasty head wound, with the last caravan. They had stopped the wound bandaged roughly, but we helped to dress it properly and ensure of no infection." The elderly cleric said.

Avash looked about slowly, "What of my items? Where are they?"

"They are safe, but for now you must rest my lad." The cleric then placed his hand on Avash's head to lay him down.
Styrá én avásh’klyuálím iú.

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At The Longhouse Inn

“Very good then sir, as you wish.” The barkeep called back to Pikel. He was a hook nosed gentleman of about a half a century, with grey eyes that seemed to match his somewhat ashen complexion, and conspicuously missing the thumb and first finger of his right hand. Three finger Jann they called him.

A group of people gathered around as “Three Fingers” rang a bell behind the bar and a round of cheers went out to Pikel for his generosity. The patrons of the inn were a motley looking lot indeed, grubby miners, down on their luck gamblers, or rogues for the most part, and of course their female companions. That was the one thing the Longhouse had plenty of, female companionship. For a price of course. The patrons seemed to be fair a mix of humans, elves, and surprisingly, a couple of other gnomes as well. Or perhaps not so surprising, given the prevalence of the silver claims to the east.

Understandably the girls that frequent the Longhouse also are of varied races. Something for everyone’s taste. Generally they serve as waitresses in addition to playing companion, so a couple of them who were not presently engaged with admirers fanned out into the bar to take the orders of the few patrons that had not yet made their way to the bar.

A particularly cute young gnome wench, with a very tight bodice, which greatly enhanced her womanly assets, approached Pikel and asked, “And what would be your pleasure tonight milord?” She gave her best come hither look and made sure to press slightly against him.

Edited by: WotF Moderator 2 at: 5/4/05 19:10

Khiera
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Waddle Bird Inn

So this was Hogglekoth.

Khiera had finally arrived at her destination, journeyworn. She had trouble finding its exact location on a less than illustrative map that she had bought from a mapmaker from the last town, but a travelling pottery merchant was kind enough to give her a lift to "The Hogg" on his way to Santhala -- that is, in exchange for the healing of certain "manly ailments" contracted during his many months of travel and business. Ailments that the merchant had no wish for his wife to find out about. All those "distractions" and "visits" on the side throughout the months he spent travelling away from home apparently came at a price.

The thought of rest gnawed at the back of Khiera's mind. The merchant had let her off on the Southern side of Hogglekoth, close to where the town's blacksmith was located, and her search for a place of rest led her to the Waddle Bird Inn, its sign being the most visible at a glance from where Khiera found herself.

The door of the inn gave a low creak of resistance as Khiera pushed it forward, and stepped forth into the interior of the inn. There was quite a bustling crowd, and among the patrons were a great number of brawny men in uniform. Men of order. Khiera mused to herself. A safer place for a lone young woman, perhaps.

The main counter of the inn was easily sighted. Khiera made her way to the nicely-lacquered counter, where a portly middle-aged woman stood with a rough pad and abacus, writing down letters and numbers, deep in thought. Not wishing to startle her, Khiera spoke in a low, soft tone, "Good woman, pardon my interruption, but might there be an available room for the night?"





Edited by: Khiera at: 5/5/05 1:09

Bahran the big
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The Longhouse... no wait... the Waddle Bird

The mighty warrior trudged down the road, bottle in hand. He took a hearty swig from the bottle, or what he expected to be a hearty swig. He stopped dead in his tracks and held the bottle up, looking through the opening he shook it, trying to get the liquid to come out. A small drop formed on the edge and the big man moved the bottle quickly to his mouth to get the drop. The warm liquid touched his tongue and he smiled.

But, as he grinned the thought dawned on him. There was nothing but the woods in sight and he had just finished up his last bottle of booze. Oh my... there must be a town somewhere near by... he thought. There was only one course of action, he would have to haul it to the next town. Bahran made sure everything on him was secure, took a few deep breaths, and took off.

The big guy ran and ran, and ran some more. He continued running, knowing all the while a town would be coming up any moment now. Then, after that two minutes of running he found himself on his back on the side of the road.

When the giant awoke he was being dumped off the back of a wagon in the front of a town. He smacked his lips a couple of times then reached up to rub his eyes. After several minutes of laying on the ground in the dirt, Bahran pushed himself to his feet. He proceeded to look around for the nearest occupant of this city, his eyes settling on an elderly gentleman leaning against a tree.

"W'hey, is there any taverns aroun' here?" Bahran asked of the old man.
"Aye, thar be th'Longhouse ovar thar," the aged man said, pointing off into the distance.
"The Longhouse ay? Well, that sounds like my kinda place," Bahran responded. He turned around and began walking. Not noticing the sign above his, he stepped into the Waddle Bird. As he sauntered towards the bar he began to wonder if he was in the right place. This didn't look like any place that would be called the "Longhouse".

"Khiera?" Bahran said, stepping a little closer to a woman that looked to be familiar.
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"It’s better to die whimpering like a little girl than trying to be a hero."
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Khiera
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Memories of a big, drunk man

Before the woman at the counter could respond to Khiera's request, she heard her name called out by a familiar voice that sounded out behind her ... and that unmistakable "scent" that accompanied it.

As Khiera's misty grey eyes met Bahran's intoxicated gaze, the sight of the big man elicited an incredulous exclamation from her, "Why ... Bahran! By the Grace of Nakashi, Bahran Bahran! Could it really be you?"

A quick sweep of her eyes over the towering mercenary established that this was very much indeed "Bahran the Big", travelling companion of Khiera for almost two years and a proven conneisseur of fine and not-so-fine liquor. When they had parted at the docks of Voldar, Khiera had wondered if their paths would ever cross again under less "eventful" circumstances. And here Bahran was, towering over her, with his distinct cloak of alcohol. Some things never change.

A soft smile crossed Khiera's lips, and a gentled fondness twinkled in her eyes. "My heart is glad ! All this time, have you fared well, Bahran? What brings you here to Hogglekoth?"






avashaklyuaan
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Re: Side Story One: The Hogg

Avash slept restlessly for some time, before awakening once again. He layed there trying to remember what had happened to him. He rubbed his hand accross the back of his head, over the bandage and through his hair. His head no longer hurt, but the bandage remained. He tried to remember what happened and the last thing he could remember was riding along on a horse then darkness, but what had caused this darkness? He saw no one along the path, or in the trees, right? Avash had looked ahead and around himself, as he does, didn't he, of course he did between the times he was reading his book. Avash slowly began to stand and then fell back to the cot, unable to stand.
Styrá én avásh’klyuálím iú.
Edited by: avashaklyuaan at: 5/6/05 21:10

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The White Temple

As Avash came awake he was greeted by visions of white. White was everywhere. The bulk of the construction was of marble and alabaster. Exposed wood was white washed. Even the furniture was richly lacquered to a mirror white finish. Above him the ceiling was embossed with intricate carvings of birds in flight. Countless doves and banded ricau seemed to dart and weave among each other in a complex pattern in which the negative space of one becomes the latter, and vise versa. Beautiful, but it plays tricks on the eyes. It made Avash’s head throb to look at it. As he sat up he saw a couple of men, a human and an elf, wearing robes of white standing nearby. They were engaged in quite conversation next to a statue of a powerfully built bearded man with a small child in his arms.

“It seems our guest is awake. Go and inform master Feonor if you would.” The elf priest quietly said to his human companion. Then he moved to the bedside and smiling he addressed the mage Avash, “You are lucky to have been brought here alive friend, we have been having a lot of trouble in the area as of late. With a band of brigands to the south, and a tribe of ogres to the north.” The elf sat on the edge of Avash’s bed and removed the bandage from his head. “Here, let me take this from you, you should not need it any longer.” The elf priest examined the back of the magicuser’s head. “Yes the wound has healed nicely.” The healer noticed that Avash seemed confused, and seemed to be searching about for something, “Alas some wounds are deeper than the flesh. Do you not remember the events that brought you to the House of White? It was the ogre tribe who attacked your caravan. Fortunately Vaelus and his men were on patrol and were able to drive them off.”

Avash pulled the white blanket about himself and looked around. “Ah, your belongings,” the healer said, “I am afraid your clothes were ruined by blood. We had to dispose of them. But fear not. I am sure we can find something for you to wear.” Then he added, “I don’t believe there was much else...” Then moving a little closer to Avash, the elf priest gently brushed the hair from the side of the mage’s face and asked, “Have you yet been enlightened to the word of Eyasha?” And with that the priest’s affect glazed over and he launched into a soliloquy on the gloriousness and virtues of way of his goddess.
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Re: The Waddle Bird Inn

Khiera certainly attracted some attention as she entered the Waddle Bird Inn. Not that she stopped all conversation in its tracks, but it did become somewhat hushed, as many of the men, members of the local guard from the uniform look of their attire, began to speculate about the origin of this unknown attractive woman, and to ponder her availability. “Let’s all be gentlemen shall we.” Admonished their captain, an older fighter sitting at a table near the fireplace in the tavern area, his hand resting as a matter of habit on the hilt of his sword as he drank his mug of ale. But still the men were all eyes and smiles.

The matron gestured at the cloaked woman when she inquired about a room, holding up a single plump finger for a brief instant, not wanting to be rude to a possible customer, but the calculations she was working on her abacus would be for naught if she lost her place. She really had meant to say, “Just a moment love.” And in her mind she had, but Lady Fionna had a habit of thinking she had said things she had never said.

Her hands worked hurriedly as she flipped beads to and fro on the mathematical device and intermittently picked up a quill, dipping it in ink and scrawling figures into the ledger. She seemed content to not be using the well of red ink and in short order she had finished her task and snapped the ledger closed with a happy sigh. When Fionna looked up at the traveler she had already been joined by a rather brutish looking fellow. She had not heard the content of their chat, being too deep in a swirling haze of numbers, but she had heard the tone of familiarity between them. “That would be a room for two then?” She queried, peering happily over the tops of the magnifying lenses that sat perched at the end of her nose. Her nose crinkled slightly as she regarded the huge bear of a man, and she added, “With a bath?”

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avashaklyuaan
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Re: The White Temple

Avash listened to the elven cleric, and the "lecture" on Eyasha, at least thats what it was for Avash, and thought about what the cleric had said. "There wasn't much else you say? Thats not good that means they took my book, and if any of them can read styrash, well." Avash closed his eyes and sighed at that thought, " That will not be good, and we have a great deal more trouble." Avash had hoped at the least someone destroyed the book, if not saved it. This was his book from the beginning of his days at Ximax, and had all his notes and the lessons from day one. Avash grew frightened and worried quickly, that was the last thing he wanted to hear was that the ogres retrieved his book. Avash turned to the cleric, "Are you sure there was nothing else behind?" The worry very evident in his voice, he was almost trembling with fear from the thoughts running through his mind. "Was there a book filled with Styrash perhaps?" Avash could only hope.
Styrá én avásh’klyuálím iú.

Pikel Thunderstone
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The Longhouse Inn

It has been a long time since Pikel has been serviced by a gnome. Her already complimented body was further complimented by The serious amount of alchohol running through Pikel's blood. She presses her body up against him ever so slightly and gave him an unmistakable look.

And what would be you pleasure tonight, milord? She asks.

My First pleasure would be to get a lovely lady like you something to drink. Later pleasures are, of course, open for discussion, Pikel said with an arched eyebrow and a smirk.
What? Why must we speak of my profession? Come, let us have a drink. - Pikel

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Re: The White Temple

It was near this time that a poor-looking old man came trudging down the road. He looked rather strange, wearing a battered, iron helmet with more dents than the alternative atop his snowy, grey hair. The strangest part was that the light-colored hair crowned a darkly tanned body. He was apparently someone from a much hotter climate.

Despite the temperance of the temperatures, the old chap wore a heavy, tattered cloak over his shoulders, making him stand out even more from the locals, who wore at the most a light wrap during this time of year.

Even though he was very elderly and world-weary, he walked straightly with a regal air about him. He breathed somewhat heavily and seemed to be rather thirsty. As he walked into town from the southwest, he found his way to the Waddle Bird Inn. It appeared a friendly place and would not seem so strange for a poor old fellow to go to, rather than the refined Regal Goose.

The old man walked in to be greeted by open stares from nearly all the patrons. He nodded to them and removed his cloak. The gazes grew dark as a truly hideously poor-looking outfit revealed itself: a leather tunic worn nearly white and paper thin and trousers that were mud-stained and torn throughout.

The elderly gentleman, however, did not pay any attention to their obvious irkdom at his presence. He took a quick glance about and noticed that most of the people were locals, excepting two people, obviously travelers by their looks, talking to a woman with an abacus or some such thing. He walked through the inn, searching for an empty table. He noticed that the patrons seemed to be drawn to look for a considerable length of time at the jeweled hilt of a sword at his side. He smirked to himself as he came to the conclusion that all the tables were taken or burdened with the remnents of another sentient's repass.

He found his way to stand near the travelers. One was incredibly tall and muscular, but had a peculiar odor about him. Another was a woman of some nationality the old man could not place.

"Good day to you two," spoke up the old man in a friendly manner. Noticing that the woman was engaged in some conversation with the mathmatician lady, he extended his hand to the big fellow, who seemed vaguely familiar, though he could not tell why.

"I am Bobbo, and I hail from a faraway land," he introduced himself. "You have the look of a traveler about you. Come, would you care to have something on me, and your lady friend can join us as well if she likes?"

Bobbo chuckled in his mind when he realized how ridiculous it would seem having such an indigent-looking old man offer to buy you something at an inn
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The Rich Old Man

"Aye, well it was quite an adventure, I can tell ye that. But, we'll be havin' to get into that another time," the big man answered winking at the cleric. He wasn't so sure how to answer this question without being asked a million questions, he knew how women were.
"But, I'm sure you'll like the story when I get aroun' to tellin' it..." He trailed off as he caught a glimpse of a bedraggled looking man coming their way. The elderly gentleman proceeded to take a seat and greeted the two former traveling companions.

"Aye, I just so happen to be a trav'ler. And I sure wouldn' mind a drink!" Bahran answered. The old man didn't know it, but he had just made a friend for life.
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Indifference will be the downfall of mankind, but who cares?

"It’s better to die whimpering like a little girl than trying to be a hero."
-Anonymous
Edited by: Bahran the big at: 5/10/05 0:31

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Re: The Rich Old Man

Bobbo smiled in return and flourished his hand, revealing a gold coin in an old sleight-of-hand trick he had picked up since his hand had been restored by the Fire Gem with twice the dexterity of the previous one.

"What do you like? I am sure the prices are in coppers and so I am sure this golden coin will purchase anything," he chuckled, "and further!"

He turned to Khiera. "Something for you, milady? There's plenty of drinks on this coin."

He was demonstrating his trademark generosity to strangers. He did so because these travelers probably had not seen a friendly face in a long time. Though he felt somewhat guilty offering a man who was obviously drunk more intoxicating liquids, he knew this was part of friendship. Besides, the old man needed a few friends himself in this strange, cool corner of the world.

He shivered a little in the comfortable temperature because of his body's liking to the desert. He again noticed how out-of-place his dark tan was in this place.
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Re: The Rich Old Man

Just as Bahran was about to recount to her his "adventures" since they last parted, an elderly-looking man -- seemingly a journeyworn traveller by the looks of his garb and well-tanned skin -- approached, greeted and introduced himself in quite an eloquent manner.

Khiera was not surprised that Bahran had immediately jumped at Bobbo's offer of a drink. Liqour, that was Bahran's life-sustaining elixir, since a sober Bahran was ... not quite Bahran at all, a different person even, as Khiera had discovered.

Khiera noted the shining gold coin produced by Bobbo with much flourish. Strange travellers in a modest guise with a seeming excess of wealth at their disposal, along with the majority of male inhabitants of the land, "slightly" unnerved Khiera.

"Something for you, milady? There's plenty of drinks on this coin."

Khiera smiled, a polite yet muted smile, stark and unbetraying of her sentiments. "Thank you for your kind offer, good Sir, but perhaps there will be another time more befitting for indulging in your generosity, as i need to make swift arrangements for my short stay here." She gave an appreciative nod at Bobbo, smiled at Bahran, and then turned towards the woman at the counter to reply to her query, "Oh no, good woman, a room for one will suffice. My friend here --" Khiera's eyes darted momentarily towards Bahran and then back, " -- would most certainly already have made arrangements for room and board. If not, i will be happy to make further arrangements for an additional room." The last sentence directed towards the woman behind the counter as much as Bahran. She could not help but chuckle softly at the woman's quip of a bath.






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Re: The Rich Old Man

"Very well then. No offense is taken, before you ask," Bobbo said politely in response.

A passing waitress stopped at the table and the old man lightly tossed the coin to her. She was taken aback, but managed to snatch it, realizing its worth.

"I will have elven wine, if you have it," said Bobbo to the waitress. "And whatever else this fellow will want."

He nodded to Bahran, and the waitress looked up at him questioningly. It seemed rather odd to Bobbo that the woman did not speak, but these were strange places, far from his desert home.
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The Longhouse and Pikel

The gnome maid returned Pikel’s raised eyebrow, and let her hand teasingly play along his arm. “It would be my great pleasure to be of service to such a handsome man as yourself milord...” Then with a giggle she was off to the bar, only to return within the moment bearing two mugs of the Longhouse’s most powerful, and expensive spirits. She sat the drinks on the table and pulled her chair flush up to Pikel’s as she sat. So that she could press seductively against him as they enjoyed their drink. “Here is to a night of uproarious fun.” She said with a broad smile, raising her mug as if making a toast, her green eyes twinkling in the flame lit tavern. “My name is Skyanne.”
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Re: The Temple of White and Avash

Eventually the elf healer realized that Avash was becoming frustrated at his ongoing talk of splendor of Eyasha and decided that he would back off on the subject. “I really do not know.” The cleric answered regarding the whereabouts of Avash’s belongings. “It was Vaelus the brought you here and I am afraid I was in meditation in the woods behind the temple at the time.”

Avash’s worries were answered though in the next few minutes when the elder priest entered the chamber with the other human. “Ah, all is well with you then I see. I am Feonor, Priest of the White Order. This is Vaelus, our champion here.“ The old human gestured toward the younger human that was at his side. Beneath the fighters white robes Avash saw that he wore chain armor. “ And I see you have become acquainted with Elra’El.” The Paladin stepped forward holding a neatly folded set of clothes, trousers, a shirt, and a robe, all white, and atop the stack a pair of leather sandals. “ You will need some clothes,” the elderly priest said stating the obvious as Avash held the blanket wrapped tightly around himself, “alas our choice of colors is limited here in the House of White. These will have to make due. After you have dressed seek us out and join us for dinner in the library.”

Vaelus set the clothing on the bed next to Avash and the three left him to his privacy. As the elf mage sorted through the clothing he noticed something heavy folded inside the robe. His precious spell book and his satchel of magical reagents.
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Re: The Temple of White and Avash

Avash nodded and greeted each nicely. He was still noticeably worried, yet headed the words and would join the priests for dinner.Avash sighed a bit of relief finding that he no longer had to worry about his book and clothing. Avash dresed in his customary manor, then checked to ensure that there was no problem with his book and his components were all present. He proceeded forth to the area where he could find the dinner hall. He nodded slightly to the young man,"I believe much thanks is met for you, for retrieving my book, it would not have been a good thing if it had fallen in foul hands." Avash said sincerely. He sat when the others had sat and awaited with the others for the dinner they were to partake. He listened and studied each person. He knew he was the guest and should act as such in their house.
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Re: The Waddle Bird Inn, Khiera, Bahran, Bobbo

The inn matron Fionna chuckled, slightly bemused as she watched the huge warrior slip away with the old beggar and take a seat with him at a table in the tavern area. An unlikely and motley pair those two, she thought. Then she returned her attention to Khiera. “Very good then milady. I shall let you have our best room. Up the stairs there in the south east corner, plenty of sun to warm you up in the morn. And it has its own water closet.” At that she gave the priestess a wink. “Only a san a night for room and board. Shall I have a maid draw you a nice hot bath to freshen up before dinner?”

The old man’s gold coin hit the table with that unmistakably heavy clunk attributable only a to a goldbard. However if anyone caught more than a fleeting glimpse of the royal coin it would have been a miracle, given the haste with which the bar maid scooped it into her apron. “Elfin wine it is then lord.” She said in response to the beggar. Then she cocked her hip and with a slightly seductive smile, she squinted through one eye at the great bear Bahran and said, “And you have look of a brandy and ale man.” And as quick as that she was off to the bar.

Bahran noticed that the largest infantry man present in the hall, a man about half his age from his appearance, was leaning against the bar near where his comrades were having a game of darts. Swagging at his ale and giving Bahran the look. Bahran had seen this look a thousand times in his day, a young whelp with an attitude, yet again. Not being in the mood for any trouble at the moment, Bahran repositioned his chair slightly, so as to avoid eye contact with the smaller man. Hopefully the fool would lose himself in the conversation and laughter which filled the room.

The bar maid returned promptly and set on the table a pitcher of ale, a decanter of rich, red brown brandy, a dusty green bottle, and an assortment of glasses and mugs. She wiped the thick layer of dust off the green bottle and displayed it to the leathery wanderer. “It’s our finest I assure you.” She turned a screw into the cork and began to wrestle with it. Eventually bracing the bottle between her knees. The cork came free with a pop. “Whew,” she said as she wiped her brow with her forearm, “worked up a sweat with that one.” The maid poured a small sample of the wine into a glass and set it before Bobbo, then awaited his approval.

Meanwhile a minstrel seated near the hearth began strumming his harp and singing softly, adding a relaxed and pleasant feel to the hall. The sounds of laughter and people talking mingled with the music and drifted out to the lobby. The inn keeper Fionna regarded Khiera, “Or perhaps you would prefer to join your friends in the hall.?” She looked over her shoulder and through the great arched doorway. The ratio of men to women was at least four to one, including the bar maids. The infantry men seemed to aggressively vie for their favor. “Aye, it looks a little intimidating, but captain Rhawn will keep them in line. It’s quite safe.”

Outside the sun had dropped below the horizon, the long shadows of dusk embraced the Hogg as a chill swept off the river. Inside, the smell of roasting waddle bird wafting from the kitchen began to fill the air enticingly.
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Pikel Thunderstone
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Re: The Longhouse and Pikel

OOC - Please delete the above post.

Perhaps I should get a room....Bah...that can wait. ANOTHER ROUND OF DRINKS ON ME!!Pikel Tosses a small bag of coins at the barkeep.

So, Skyanne. Whats a fine lady like yourself doing in an establishment like this? Not that I'm complaining said Pikel with an approving gaze over her body.
What? Why must we speak of my profession? Come, let us have a drink. - Pikel

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Takashi Logan
The Forsaken Mercenary
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(5/20/05 0:28)
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Side Story one: The Hogg

Takashi wanders in to the Regal Goose, a heavy purse on his belt. He sits down. Looks at the bartender. "Ale, hot if you dont mind." Another succesful venture on his, part, and now to spend the spoils...
Bobbo the Beggar
Lord of Strata
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(5/25/05 0:13)
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The Wine

Bobbo was quite pleased to see the thick dust layer over the wine. It told him it was very old, as old as elves themselves grow perhaps. He took up the sample and tasted it only as a formality. It had the scent of flowers and a smooth taste he had not tasted in a long while.

"Excellent," he said nodding to the barmaid.

He took the liberty to pour a full glass and reclined as much as one could in the wooden chair to relax. He was road-weary and tired, but still quite prepared to enjoy himself for a few more hours before retiring.

As he sipped on the fine wine, it brought back many old memories, some pleasant and some not so pleasant. He sighed as he reminisced, almost losing himself. He relived the days of his youth in his mind as the wine glided down his throat.

One might think the old man had fallen asleep, so removed was he from his surroundings.
Takashi Logan
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Re: Side Story one: The Hogg

Takashi wanders about the regal goose, waiting for his drink, if he is going to get drunk, he might as well find somewhere he can puke in peace afterwards...
In death there is life, I bring death, to those who are deseving of it...
Bobbo the Beggar
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(5/31/05 5:14)
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Re: The Wine

Bobbo found himself suddenly alone in a dark forest enshrouded with mist. He found this rather strange, as he still tasted the remnants of his glass of wine from the tavern he was in on his tongue. Still, he reasoned that to stand around would be rather stupid, as one never knew what sort of beasts would be roaming such a mysterious place.

His legs were a bit stiff, but he managed to get moving at a fairly decent walk. The forest seemed to be identical in all directions. Suddenly he began to hear a sound, an odd high-pitched tone. He looked around to find the source of the sound, which began to change pitches and move into a melodious song. With further thought, he placed the sound as the sound of a flute, but where it came from he did not know.

The music was haunting, beautiful, and filled with a sorrowful tonality. He found himself remembering some of the old songs that bards sung of lost love and far away hope. This seemingly struck a new thought to his mind for he felt familiar to this sort of thing. As he thought to himself, having nothing better to do than stand and ponder, he came to a conclusion as to why this music seemed familiar.

As soon as the thought entered his mind, a fair and luminous creature entered his vision. She had chestnut hair with a single thread of purple within it. She wore a loose-fitting dress for traveling in a desert climate. Upon further examination, one could clearly classify her as an elf. A strange scent came to Bobbo's nostrils as he watched her walk towards him, her eyes closed, playing the flute.

Tears began to come to his eyes. "Lucirina," he said, his voice unusually raspy.

The music stopped suddenly. The woman lowered the flute, but did not open her eyes. She stood in silence for a few seconds. Then, slowly, her eyes fluttered open as if from a long sleep. She beheld Bobbo and smiled meekly, as if weakened. She then began walking towards him.

Bobbo noticed that as she traversed, she increasingly limped as she drew closer. Her left leg seemed not to move at all by the time she stood but three feet in front of him. She stopped.

She stared into Bobbo's eyes deeply, mesmerizing him. Love shown through her eyes as they began to droop sleepily. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but a mouthful of blood came out instead of words. She reached her hand out to Bobbo desparately, but as she did so, it shriveled and grew limp. A golden circle that was too big for her to wear on her finger, fell to the ground from her ring finger as it drooped towards the forest floor.

Bobbo cried out. "No!" he shouted, and his voice echoed among the trees. Lucirina fell to the ground, lifeless and spent. Bobbo was helpless to do anything. He ran to her side, kneeling beside her. He could do naught but weep bitterly, the tears falling like a waterfall. For the first time in his long life, Bobbo's heart was truly and completely broken, shattered into minute pieces scattered among the seas.

As he wept, a new emotion crept into his heart. "Who did this to you?" he snarled, his voice growing more like it was in his youth.

He stood. Anger coarsed through his veins. He let out a roar of rage and drew his sword from his side. Arcing back with all his strength he swung its fine blade into a nearby tree. The streams of tears on his face grew warm from the blood boiling in his cheeks. He chopped at the tree again and again.

Suddenly he heard an unfamiliar voice calling out to him. "Sir, you must calm down!"

His vision began to blur and he suddenly found himself standing in the very same tavern he had been at before. He was breathing heavily. As he looked down he saw his sword was naked in his hands. Large gashes marked a nearby wall.

"A . . ." he said, between his far too frequent breaths, "A dream?"

Looking around he saw most of the tavern patrons and all of the employees staring at him with mixed emotions of fear and utter annoyment. He quickly sheathed his sword and lowered his head.

"I apollogize for the damages," he said, now having a somewhat steady breath.

He reached into his pocket and brought forth a handful of the same gold coins he had used before. "Please accept this to cover the damages. If you need more please contact the Tristin of Strata," he said quietly to the owner as he handed the coins over. "I am sure that you will not want my presence any longer here."

He turned to walk back to his cloak. He picked up his wine bottle from the table and turned to Bahran. "Sorry, friend, but I cannot stay."

He bowed slightly as a farewell and turned to leave. The tavern patrons were now going back to their businesses, though they eyed him with caution out of the corner of their eyes. As he was walking out, something sparkling caught Bobbo's attention.

Lying on the ground was a golden ring of a considerably large size. He bent to pick it up and saw the symbol of the Junakin family still intact, though the engravings were filled with mud. He picked up the ring in wonder and slipped it onto his finger. Putting his cloak on, he left the tavern quietly.

How is this possible? he thought as he made his way through the evening streets.

It was likely that news of his outburst would spread like wildfire through the town. He would probably not be able to stay at an inn tonight. He sighed as he made his way into the wilderness on the outskirts of town to sleep beneath the stars.
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Avash and the Temple of White

Dinner at the temple was a simple fare, proceeded by a short prayer to Eyasha and Nehtor. Some bread and cheese, a little fresh fruit and several large baked fish, with plenty of wine to wash it down. In addition to those who Avash had already met, Feonor, Vaelus and Elra, there was also a handful of white robed acolytes. A dozen or so young men of human and elven stock, who whispered quietly among each other as they ate and eyed the new stranger. Several of them seemd to be heavily armored beneath their robes as was Vaelus, and did not gawk at Avash with the same look of unfamiliarity as the others. A couple even cast him a grascious smile when they made eye contact. They were probably among Avash’s rescuers he surmised.

Of the four tables in the dining hall, the elf mage was of course invited to sit at Feonor’s table. As diner progressed the topic of conversation eventually turned to Ximax and Avash’s studies at the academy there. Elra was particularly interested in anything the wind mage had to say on the matter, mentioning an older brother who had gone there to study, and that he had not seen in more than a century. However the primary topic of discussion was of course the impending war. Feonor felt certain that Hogglekoth would become an important way station in the coming weeks or months, and the Thaehelvil River road a main supply route in need of protection.

As the meal finished Feonor casually took Avash aside. The elder priest grasped the mages hand in his as he steadied himself. “You elves are remarkable beings, with your longevity, and your gift for magic.” There was a sense of sad envy in the old humans voice. “The healing you have received has been done in goodwill and good faith, the gods require no payment save to ask that this elf never forget his debt to the Temple of White.” The priest held out a hand for his staff and an acolyte quickly handed it to him. “You are free to stay here for the time being of course,” he said to Avash, “But now that you have recovered you may have to work for your keep.” He added with a smile, then headed off to his private quarters.

As the plates were being cleared away Vaelus approached the elven visitor, “Some of us are off to do the evening rounds. Come with us and you can learn the lay of the Hogg.” he said as he clasped his hand on the elf’s shoulder in a friendly manner, “We may even stop in at the Regal Goose for a hot spiced mead. Just to take the chill off of course.”
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Pikel at the Longhouse

Three Fingers sounded the bell again at Pikel’s call for another round and the tavern was a flurry of activity as all sought to avail themselves of the gnome’s generosity. Skyanne stayed seated however next to Pikel and twirled her finger in a wisp of hair that peeked out of the collar of his shirt. “What’s a fine lady like yourself doing in an establishment like this?” She repeated his query as she looked about. “ This is as fine a place as any for a maid to make her way. Even more so now that you are here lord.” The sultry little gnome snuggled up against Pikel as another maid delivered a round of drinks to their table, Skyanne pressed her firm bosom into the assassin’s arm as she reached for her drink. She paused for a moment, her face but a whisper from his, and gazed into his eyes, her own sparkling like the surface of some beautiful lake in the moonlight. Her perfume smelled like black dessert rose, and her lips were sensuously inviting.

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