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Seh'nara Celebrindal
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« on: April 25, 2008, 02:14:12 AM »

The howling wind ripped around Seh'nara, seemingly snatching all the breath out of her lungs along with it. A low hiss escaped her throat as she pulled her threadbare cloak closer to her in a utterly futile attempt at getting some warmth. Silver, her wolf, growled low as his mistress nearly tumbled over from the sheer strength of the gale. No, Seh'nara thought viciously. I'm very sure it's a hurricane. Or maybe it's a typhoon. Whichever it is, for the love of whoever you worship, I'd thank you to stop!

The shout came to her lips unconsciously, the elfess barely noticing that she was fuming out loud. Who was the wind to scream at her like that? Didn't it know that perhaps she needed to be somewhere soon before long? Seh'nara thought of her sister, waiting for her patiently in the town two more after the next. She hadn't seen her sister in a while, and she was anxious to try to get there before her sister was forced to leave.

A barely discernable bark from her canine companion made her look up. A faint glow was hanging in the air, no doubt courtesy of a lantern of some sort. Above it, swinging crazily in the air, was a sign which had... a rabbit or something looking towards the sky. Perhaps an inn or tavern of some sort, where she chould rest her feet? Seh'nara could feel hope rising at the prospect of a warm bed and a piping hot mug of chocolate.

Wiping the water out of her eyes, the elf strained her sharp orbs to clearly read the sign above the ball of flickering fire. In fancy font, though faded and worn, proclaimed the establishment to be named "The Ulvur's Cry". Upon closer inspection and proximity, the inn did not seem as well furnished, or well maintained, or well anything as was previously hoped.

The moderatly sized cottage had unwelcoming windows, with shutters hanging off their hinges. The tiled roof seemed to be prone to caving in at any second, as with the nearly rotting wooden steps up to the porch. Beside the miserable house, was a barn, likely doubled as a stable of sorts. The dash of hope that flared in her faded as quickly as it came. Survying the sad excuse for a place to stay the night, Seh'nara knew it was either this, or the wind for the next hundred peds or so.

Siging, the elfess strode up the steps, and pushed the rickety door open, calling out hesitantly, "Hello? Is anyone here please?"
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« Reply #1 on: April 26, 2008, 12:40:58 PM »

Kaldez sighed as he glared balefully and the dark and roiling sky. he hated rain, it was a scourge to him. Wind was not a bother, but rain was just plain out of the question! his short cropped spikes fluttered in the wind wildly, pully irritatingly at his scalp and causing him to wish for a cap of some sort. The wild wind was powerful and seemed almost as a living being to Kaldez, it swirled around him in powerful gusts trying to find purchase on his tight slothing, trying to find a fold or a aptach of excess clothing so as to be able to yank at him even more than it already was.

Kaldez's black garb was unacompanied by his long red scarf or his cape, as the wind had cause him to abandon them a long while ago. Kaldez looked at the sign to read the title of the Inn, the Ulver's Cry was  bearly discernable on the faded sign as it rocked wildly in the storm.

Kaldez rushed towards the door in hopes that the eaves of the inn would protect him, however they did not. It would seem thought Kaldez That these eaves are much like the rest of this giant shack, this place looks like it can bearly hold the rain on it's roof let alone anything else that might land of their it this dreadful weather.

Kaldez was yanked into the building as he oppened the door, the wind having helped him blew the door inward powerfully causing Kaldez to almost stumble into a person infront of him. THe door banged against the wall noisely, sounding almost as if it might have ripped through if it had hit harder.

The gale roared into the room with the opened door, Kaldez had to throw all his muscle into cloding the door once agian. Turning to the person and the room Kaldez quickly noted many things. Firstly the inside of the building was as bad if not worse than the outside of the building, the main room was dusty and the furniture look as though it might collaps eunder it's own weight. The floor also looked ot be in horrible condition, seeming to bend under even his light weight.

Secondly he noticed the person in front of him, the person appeared to be an elfess, however he could not get a very good look at her from the place at which he stood, walking off to her right side he spoke politely "Sorry about the door and wind there, i should have been more carefull... Uh, by chance would you happen to be the proprietor or no where i could find him/her?"
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« Reply #2 on: April 26, 2008, 02:48:34 PM »

Walking quickly , Malavon´s curses could be heared far , wet and tired , his patience was running thin ...
Bloody hell , I swear ,  if that boy was lying about an inn nearby , he will pay , oh yes ...
Malavon leather armour was durable and permited him to move quickly , but did little in keeping out  the forcefull wind and rain .

However still mumbling to himself , Malavon did find something that resemble a house and as he came closer he watched a rotten sign saying " Ulvur Cry " , permiting himself a thing smille , Malavon after some effort , opened the door .

His emerald eyes observed with some irony the inn ( If one could call it one ) , the floor was stricken with dust , everything seemed to have seen better days , giving a sigh Malavon thought to himself  It isn´t a dwarven tabern , but  i had been in worse , a tired cannot be picky ...
Then his attention was turned to the couple inside , a man with white hair and an elven lass , maybe they were travelers as welll ...
Catching the man words , Malavon came closer and said with a tired smille " Pardon , but I would inquire about that as well , it has been a long journey and I need to rest"
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« Reply #3 on: April 26, 2008, 07:28:16 PM »

Roosje kept a tight hold on Inuya's cheekreins. She hoped that the fox's saddle would hold in the gale that was blowing around them. The underside was still tight in place, though, so she was sure it was alright. The reason that she could see the underside of her fox was that she was hiding there. The old fox could hold herself on the earth in the forceful winds, but the white brownie was afraid she herself would be blown away. That was also the reason her hands held the reins in such a tight grip: she didn't want to get lifted off the ground, so she needed her mount's support.

She'd wanted to set camp around here, but she knew that with these winds, such a thing was impossible. She'd seen some kind of building further up ahead though, so that's where she was headed. She just hoped that she would get there in time. Every time she looked, the building seemed just as far away as when she started, and the weather was just turning worse with every passing second.

Finally deciding that it wasn't going to work like this, she gave Inuya the order to lie down. As quickly as she could, she climbed up, holding tight to whatever came within grasp of her hands. Normally she would sit crosslegged on top of the saddle, her legs curled around a pommel-like ball, but that wasn't possible now. Instead she took hold of all the parts of the saddle that she could reach and wrapped them around her legs and arms to make sure that she wouldn't be blown off. Then she tugged the cheekreins and let the small red animal run towards the building as quickly as she could.

She hadn't seen anyone else walking in this storm, but someone was just entering the door as Inuya came running. He wasn't paying much attention apparently, because he started closing the door. Just at the last moment, the fox and the brownie squeezed through the door. Slowing down to a trot and then standstill, the fox stood patiently waiting as her rider untangled herself from the wet leather. The brownie was also wet from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. She was wearing her red leather outfit, which was about the same colour as Inuya's pelt, but which contrasted very much with her white skin. She hoped the leather wouldn't start shrinking, she was rather fond of this outfit. She also hoped that she wouldn't catch a cold.

When she'd finally untangled herself, she sat on the saddle properly and looked around. What she saw made her smile - half in contempt for the poor shape this house was in, half out of gladness that she was out of the rain and the wind, and no matter how shabby this place was, it was dry. There were some people standing talking to each other. They hadn't noticed her yet, and she watched them for a while. At some point one of them would notice her, she guessed, but until then she could study their faces. While she did that, she reached down and patted Inuya, scratching the fox on her back on a little spot that the fox always enjoyed.
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« Reply #4 on: April 26, 2008, 08:14:45 PM »

Vincent made his way as fast as he could through the harsh wind and rain, his long dark hair whipping around his face. He had heard rumors of a inn nearby. He had hoped to make it there before the rain had come but it was further away than he thought. He bowed his head slightly to shelter his eyes from the wind and rain. I must not be far off he thought to himself. No sooner had the thought entered his head he heard the slamming of a door in the wind. Vincent hurried toward the noise eagerly.

Through the rain he saw a dark building and moved as fast as he could toward it. A sign bearing the name "the Ulver's Cry" became visible through the rain. As the building came into clearer focus Vincent stopped and brushed the wet hair from his eyes. The ramshackle building looked as if it was about to succumb to the force of the wind and blow down. It is here or beneath a tree Vincent thought to himself. He forced open the door and stepped through.

Before his eyes adjusted to the change of light Vincent had a funny feeling in his stomach. He wasn't sure if it was the beans he had the night before or that the room he had just steeped into had a air of uneasiness about it. Vincent steeped from the doorway into the room cautiously. There were already three other travelers there, all of them soaked to the bone like he was. Looking around the room he saw that there was nobody present he could ask about a room. He stripped off his wet cloak and hung it on a near the door. Steeping to the side he took a seat and began to toy with his earring, a habit that he had developed over the years.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw it. A female brownie astride a fox. He decided to be social and said to her quietly with a smile, "Greetings little one. I bet your trip here would have been harder than my own"
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« Reply #5 on: April 27, 2008, 05:00:58 PM »

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Menora felt a cold shiver run up her spine when she saw the dark, ominous shape of the Ulvur's Cry Inn come into view.

"Feels like someone just walked over my grave," she said to herself quietly.  The wind replied with an eerie whistling, and the ancient timbers of the inn moaned slightly like a man on his deathbed.

The forbidding building really didn't look like it was used to visitors, even though it was an inn, and Menora once again cursed that the only other tavern close by had been full already.

"The Ulvur's Cry," she said, reading the sign's name aloud.  Shivering again she recalled some of the strange stories that she had heard about this place.  They had seemed like good entertainment when she'd first heard them in a warm, safe bar with lots of company.  But now that she was out in the dark and alone, they came creeping back into her mind like unwanted ghosts.

Better in there than out here, though, she thought to herself as she pushed the door open.

A curious scene greeted her as she entered, along with a damp, musty smell.

A small group of people stood in the room, the rain water still dripping off them indicated that they had only just arrived.  Maybe they're travelling together, Menora thought to herself.

Sitting slightly off to one side there was another man, seemingly talking to a very small, and very white person.

Menora edged into the room a little more, grateful to be out of the wind and rain.  Her keen eyes quickly darted around.  There seemed to be nobody else in the room, but the lanterns had been lit, so Menora guessed that the owner must be busy somewhere else.

Deciding that the bar would be the best place to go and call for assistance, the leather clad lady made her way towards it.
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« Reply #6 on: April 27, 2008, 07:16:36 PM »

Wind and rain buffeted Rookie's tiny body as she clung determinedly to her falcon mount's back.  She was no longer steering the bird at all, could no longer see in the tumble of rain and wind and feathers.  The storm had sprung up on them so suddenly and so ferociously that the two of them had been swept up in it, tossed and turned and carried with the winds.  Rookie no longer had any idea where she was, or how far they had travelled since they were caught, but she could feel the bird beneath her struggling to battle the force of the air currents.  It was only due to Ekre's instincts and skill that they had not already been blown into a tree or crashed into the floor beneath them, and there was nothing Rookie could do but wait it out and hope.  She shivered against the feathery back, and buried her head as far in as she could.  The Brownie was braced for a crash, as she had been for the last hour or so.  It was really giving her back ache.

Suddenly, without warning, the wind seemed to drop, or they did, and Rookie felt her stomach rip from her insides as the bird swooped downwards.  She opened her eyes in fright, but shut them again quickly as cold, heavy rain filled them in seconds.  A primordial scream left her, partly at the pain of the freezing water in her eyes, and partly as release of tension for the imminent crash.  However, the falcon's flight seemed to smooth out rather than end as abruptly as she was expecting, slowing and wheeling around.  Rookie suddenly noticed the lack of elements pummeling into her body and opened her eyes as the falcon alighted slightly less than gracefully on the back of a chair.  Her scream stopped, and she looked around, noticing among other things the number of people in the room.  As the door slammed shut against the wind outside, she wondered how in the world her falcon had spotted the open entrance in that storm, and how they had been so lucky that it had indeed been open just as they passed by.

Throwing herself from Ekre's back onto the unbelievably welcome wooden floor, Rookie took a longer look at her surroundings.  The room was large and could once have been a rather nice looking inn, but it was now dusty and rather disheveled.  Her roaming eyes caught the sight of a fox standing among the other visitors, and on top, the first Brownie Rookie had seen in almost a year.  Her little mouth dropped open in surprise at this strange turn of events; first a storm, then this building, then another Brownie too?  Surely the spirits were playing games with her today.
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« Reply #7 on: April 28, 2008, 05:13:16 AM »

Roosje looked up at the human who'd started talking to her. Well, it certainly hadn't taken long for somebody to notice her! But then, to be fair, he'd come in after her so it was only natural that he should survey the room, and a fox would be a rather out-of-place animal within a room. She was distracted from answering by yet another person entering. Well, she certainly wasn't the only one to be caught by that storm. This place looked like there hadn't been anyone in ages, and suddenly there were seven people here all at the same time, herself included.

Eight, she realised as she heard a scream seemingly coming from the direction of the door. Fully expecting to see yet another Tall Person, she was momentarily confused as the scream continued inside the house, without there being a person attached to it. It gave her the creeps, until she looked up and saw the bird landing. A bird didn't scream like that, she knew. She hadn't worked with birds, since she wasn't part of the Skydiver clan, but they and the Ferretmaster clan to which she belonged worked in each other's general vicinity. So she knew the screech of many birds, and this scream was not one. It belonged to a person, that scream, and she only knew one kind of person that would fit on a bird.

Seeing a brown figure fall down from the bird and onto the floor made her almost forget that someone had spoken to her. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't even answered his question, so that her cheeks burned a red as bright as her clothing. Looking up at him again, she said "Uhm, yes... I almost blew away. But I'm sorry, I have to go help someone over there. I will talk to you later, ok?" She didn't wait for an answer, she didn't even wait to see if he had heard her - it usually took those big folk a while to get used to the high voices of the Brownies. A light tug on Inuya's rein made the fox trot over to where the Brownbark was looking very interestedly at Roosje herself.

She couldn't blame her, she guessed. Seeing another Brownie was the last thing she expected, and so far from the Vale too. Normally she wouldn't encounter any brownie on her trips, even though they lasted for months at a time, and now suddenly there was one that had been caught by the same storm as herself, and on a bird... That couldn't have been easy, it must have been even worse than what she felt on the ground and with a fox to hold on to.

Sliding down from Inuya's back (something she was rather handy in after more than ten years riding her) she landed gracefully next to the brownbark. On a whim, she threw her arms around the woman and hugged her. She was just as wet as Roosje herself, or possibly even more so. Her hair was dripping, and some of the water in her hair even seemed frozen. That seemed strange though. It hadn't been freezing, had it? Taking a step back, she rubbed the brownbark's arms, trying to warm her up even though she was in about the same shape as Roosje herself. The Birchbark figured that since she had been in the room earlier, she was better off so she should take care of the other woman, who was slightly smaller than herself (though the difference would probably be hard to notice for a Tallfolk).

Looking at the Brownbark, she decided that she liked her. That was nothing new though, she always decided she liked someone. It helped them to like her back, she'd noticed. The brownbark was pretty, too, which definitely helped Roosje's good feeling. She usually liked ugly people too (she had to, if she was going to like Big People. She hadn't met one yet that she would call handsome, or even pretty, but that had to do with their obscenely big size), but prettiness most certainly added something to the liking. And possibly the fact that this was a member of the same race as her, met unexpectedly, was a bonus as well. Roosje looked at the contrast between the woman's dark hair and lighter brown skin and decided that she liked that, too.

This observation was made within blinks. She could generally establish how much she liked a person within that space of time, and not be dissuaded from that opinion, usually no matter what happened. Having established that she liked the brownbark, she proceeded to ask her in rapid Browniin: "Ai! Are you alright? You didn't hurt anything? ... Who are you? What are you doing so far away from the Vale? You have to be Llaoihrr, as far as I know we're the only ones who ride birds. And foxes of course." she added with a quick smile at her own mount. "What's your mount's name? Mine's Inuya. My mount I mean, I am called Roosje. Roosje Greenfields." Suddenly she stopped talking, then blushed again. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm babbling, I guess. I'm just excited to meet a fellow Brownie, you know? I've been gone from the Vale for months already, I've lost count how many. I'm going back there now though. When this storm's over, anyway." Her mouth snapped shut, then opened one last time. "Sorry again. I'll let you talk now."
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« Reply #8 on: April 28, 2008, 06:26:59 PM »

Seh'nara cringed as the door opened once more, letting in a strong draft of wind. The newest addition to this... estasblishment seemed to be a male Kar'ii, his snow coloured hair giving him away instantly. The elfess looked on with disinterest as he struggled with the door, turning back right before he adressed her, asking if she knew who the owner of the inn was. before she could answer, though, another had human fought his way in through the gale, and asked her the same question.

Hazel orbs switched from the Kar'ii's vontromarine eyes to the emerald ones of the latest unlucky traveller. "No, sirs, I am not the owner, nor do I know where to find him or her. I am a traveller just like yourselves." Seh'nara flashed both men a friendly grin. They looked a bit tense, but maybe that was because of the rain and the freaky place.In the silence that lasped, a few more others had come in, all looking as bedraggled as the elf felt. A small smile quirked at the edge of her mouth. They were all in the same boat, then. All together in this too creepy and pathetic excuse for an inn.

Suddenly, a something akin to a bird swooped in and landed (rather ungracefully) on a chair. A little person seemed to stumble off, shake the wind from her limbs, and glance around. In that space of time, another little person strutted over with a fox in tow. Seh'nara blinked at the pair. Brownies? With a falcon and a fox? Won't they eat them? Seh'nara wondered briefly for a moment, before shaking her head and returning her attention to the two men before her. She'd have to ask them later. A hand hung down to scratch Silver's ears. The wolf seemed edgy tonight, but perhaps he was mirroring his mistress's mood. After all, she was stuck in a backwards inn that looked ready to collaspe, rain outside, and a general eerie atmosphere. Recipe for trouble? Oh, yes.

Out of the blue, a sharp voice cut through the muted babble of the gathered travellers. "Please state as to what you are doing here. 'tis is a hard night, and I wish to get to bed." The icy voice seemed to echo around the nearly empty place, sending shivers up Seh'nara's spine. Her mind quickly revised the new development. Okay. New problem. There's a voice, but where's the head?
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« Reply #9 on: May 03, 2008, 07:40:35 AM »

Maue hated wind. It was a disgusting thing that the gods should never have created. Oh why couldn't Arvins have asked Ava to not create wind. No wind would make hunting easier, it would keep her hair out of her face, and it would make this blasted storm far more plesent.

She was leading her impresive black horse, Witz, along the now muddy path. It was simply too dark and slipery for her to expect him to carry her. In her arms was a bedraggled Corbie by the name of Cal. "Ah Blast ye wind. Blast ye, blast ye." she mumbled to herself as a gust blew Maue's long hair into her face. The wind and clouds alone ruined her sight but her hair destroyed it. It was a brown curtain that stung the eyes.

Maue stopped breifly and released Witz's reins so that she could adjust her hair. In that moment she saw a light up ahead. "Well we could tay der?" she asked sarcasticly to her horse. Grabing the reins near Witz's jaw Maue worked her way around the building. "Ye build bedder nests den dat Cal." She said to her Corbie, indecating the Inn and the small stable which she was approaching.

Maue open up the stable and gagged. She had seen stables with ill care but this one was the worst. It did not have enough stalls for a proper inn and those stalls had rotton straw. Maue looked around but there was no spare bedding to be found. "Well I will speak to dee owner aboud dee beddin." Maue set down Cal on the side of the first stall and led Witz into it. Even though he was covered in mud and water it did not take her long to clean him and remove er gear. She placed Witz's saddle on the side of the stall and picked up her gear. This included a long wrapped bow and her saddle bags. "Come noe Cal. Ye are commin wid me. I know ye like ta stay wid Witz but I want ye ta get dry too."

Grabbing to Corbie Maue ventured back to the storm and headed to the inn proper. Maue opened the door and stepped inside. Three people stood near the door all looking very confused. As Maue continued to look around the inn she saw a man to her leaft and a women to her right. In front of her, farther into the inn were two small brownies. Cal tried to escape from her arms when he saw the falcon that sat next to one of the brownies. "Shush ye." Maue whispered. She turned to the elf who was standing near the door and asked, "Whad has happened? Is all alrighd?"
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« Reply #10 on: May 03, 2008, 05:29:23 PM »

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Menora approached the old wooden bar and peered around.  Not seeing anybody tending it, she decided to call out. "Hello?  Is there anybody there?"  Her voice was loud and bold, but it was only greeted by the hushed conversations of the other guests.

Suddenly, the air was rent asunder by a terrific scream.  Menora span around quickly, her hand instinctively falling to the dagger by her side.  But she couldn't see what had happened.  All of the other people were still where they had been only moments before.

Then she saw it.  A falcon had appeared from somewhere and was perched somewhat awkwardly on a chair.  But still it didn't make sense.  Since when did falcons scream like that?  Taking a few steps away from the bar and closer to the door, Menora gained a clearer view.

A small, white person darted out of obscurity and rushed up to another diminutive figure.  This one was brown and Menora guessed that it had been responsible for the screaming.

How odd, Menora thought to herself as she edged a little closer, noticing that these were indeed living, breathing people.  Or at least very similar to people, differing only in size.  Having never seen anything like it, her curiosity was piqued, and for a brief moment she forgot her quest to find the inn's owner.

Until a sharp, icy voice cut through the stagnant tavern air.

"Please state as to what you are doing here.  'tis a hard night and I wish to get to bed."

Menora turned her attention away from the fascinating little people and started probing the dark corners of the room with her keen eyes, looking for the speaker.

"Well, I'm waiting," the same voice said.  This time Menora realised that the speaker must be higher than her, and switched her gaze to the shadowy balcony that hung above the bar.  As her eyes got used to peering into the gloom, she could make out the unmistakeable outline of a person.  Menora felt the uncomfortable creeping sensation start crawling up her spine again.  Just how long have they been standing there, watching us?  It was a disquieting thought, and Menora wondered what other secrets lay in the hidden depths of this tavern.

"Erm, well, as you probably noticed, it's raining pretty hard outside, and since this is an inn...well, I, er, I need a room for the night." Menora felt a little embarrassed and stumbled over her words.  It was quite an unusual way to ask for a room, talking to a person she couldn't see whilst a group of strangers listened.

For a moment after her voice died away, a sepulchral silence engulfed the whole room.  The muted sound of the rain beating against the walls and the groaning of the timbers was all that could be heard.  Then the silent figure stepped forwards ever so slowly, resting its hands on the balcony banister.

The light from the lanterns on the ground floor only faintly illuminated the face and bony fingers, giving an eerie effect.  Menora wasn't sure if she were speaking to a real person or a phantom of some kind.  A mass of wrinkles covered the face, and the sunken cheeks resembled a corpse more than a living being.

"A room for the night," the ghostly lady repeated coldly.  "Of course.  I suppose all of you would like the same.  But first, I must check to see if we have anything available."

Menora wondered if it was really necessary to check.  Surely nobody else is staying in such a rotten place, she thought to herself as she shivered slightly from the cold.

Then, suddenly, the ominous figure pointed a long, crooked finger down at the group of assembled people.  At the same moment, a brilliant flash of lightning lit up the room, bringing the whole of the woman's body into sharp focus for the blink of an eye.  The image of her pale, skeletal face and long, blood red gown was burnt into Menora's mind.  The staring, fear filled eyes lingered in her thoughts for a heartbeat.

"And what is that thing doing in my inn!"  This time the icy voice had a razor's edge to it.  Sharp and dangerous.

Menora followed an invisible line through the air.  It started at the end of the woman's pointed fingernail, and ended at...

...a sudden clap of thunder came crashing through the walls, its force almost physically rocking the ramshackle building...

...a large, black headed wolf.
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« Reply #11 on: May 04, 2008, 09:52:18 PM »

Rookie stood in shock, dripping freezing water onto the floor.  Her numbed brain failed to react until the other Brownie was actually wrapping its arms around her, rubbing the feeling back into them.  Hence why the other Brownie was able to rush up to her like that.  Not that Rookie particularly disliked physical contact, but the stranger’s welcome was far more, well, enthusiastic than what she was used to.  It was a little overwhelming to tell the truth, and the Brownie felt the need to take hold of the pale, moonwhite arms and take a proper look at the fellow creature in front of her.  At the moment she was only getting a vague, intensely animated blur of a face.  About all she could tell was that the Brownie in front of her was defiantly female and a Birchbark.  However, the warmth of the stranger’s arms rubbing away at her numb skin was very welcome, and it was obvious she meant well even if she had a very forward way of showing it. 

A babbling stream of Browniin whistled from the white lips, and Rookie grinned spontaneously at the familiar melodic sound.  Her tiny white teeth showed up brightly against her darker skin, and remained there whilst this “Roosje” spoke.  Even the name gave Rookie a tinge of nostalgia for her original home.  It had been so long since she was home, and it was so easy to forget how much she missed the place with next to no reminders of it. “I’m rroo’ee, Rookie Brownbark, my falcon is called Ekre, yes I am from the Vale, and no I’m not really hurt, just a little shocked and rather cold.  You’re going back again?  I haven’t been back in years…..”  However, before they could really get deep into conversation, another voice sounded from the darkness at one corner of the room.  The tone was deep, one Rookie had learnt to associate with forbidding. 

"Please state as to what you are doing here.  'tis a hard night and I wish to get to bed." Well, yes, didn’t they all, why else would they have entered this dark hole of a place anyway.  A strange smell also assaulted her nostrils, not hugely strong but defiantly canine, which was extremely weird in inself.  It could be Roosje’s fox, but something told the alert little Brownie that it was coming from somewhere else.  Rookie let out a small whistle and the bird dropped down beside her, allowing her to quietly remove the blowpipe and darts it was carrying. “Where is that voice coming from?” the Brownie trilled quietly to Roosje, trusting on the other’s lack of Browniin to miss her words.  The room’s bare, uncovered walls seemed to be bouncing the sound around rather disorientating.  She listened to the exchange between the first voice and one of the other customers.  Considering that they were presumably the source of this voice’s income, it seemed strange that it was so hostile, but then humans were generally very strange creatures.  It grudgingly agreed to see if there were any rooms available, and Rookie relaxed a little, laying down the weapons, but leaving them within arm’s reach. 

However it seemed that was not to last the tranquillity and just as the woman was revealed by a shark flash of lightening, she violently pointed past the two Brownies.   "And what is that thing doing in my inn!"  Rookie’s eyes followed the gesture, falling on a large dark wolf.  She reached for the blowpipe once more, but was not quite as alarmed as the landlady, thinking that the animal belonged to one of the other customers.  Hadn’t she noticed the shape of a wolf a minute ago?  But no, that obedient silver creature still stood by its owner, a human or an elf of some description.  Rookie edged subconsciously nearer to Roosje, the instinct to support one another in danger kicking in without actual thought.
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« Reply #12 on: May 06, 2008, 05:28:28 AM »

Roosje smiled at her new acquintance. "Well hello rroo'ee. You haven't been back to the Vale? How is..." Her words were cut short by the voice sounding through the room. She tensed suddenly, looking around to find the source. By the spirits, this was turning out to be quite the night! If only that storm hadn't come up, then she wouldn't be getting all these frights. But then, she quite probably wouldn't have met her fellow brownie either. Listening to the conversation between one of the big people and the voice, she discovered the source just seconds before a lightning flash illuminated it, causing her heart to skip a beat. She edged closer to Rookie, growing a bit nervous. Apparently, so was Inuya, who came a few steps closer to the two brownies.

When the skeletal woman pointed her bony fingers in the direction of Rookie and Roosje, the birchbark thought for a second that she meant them. However, Rookie had turned around and was looking at something behind them, so Roosje followed her example. Again her heart skipped a beat. That... thing... could eat her whole. More, that thing could eat her fox whole. Even more, that thing could eat her, Rookie, Ekre and Inuya in one bite! With a gesture of her hand and a small, hardly audible whistle, she let her fox lie down. Climbing up with the footholds of the ropes, she quickly grabbed her bow and her arrows - the ones that were steeped in a deadly poison, although somehow she doubted that they would have any effect on that beast.

With the bow and the arrows in her hand, she jumped back down, making sure that she didn't scratch Inuya with any of the arrows - she wasn't ready to lose her fox. Back on the ground, she returned to Rookie, unconsciously standing close. She dropped the arrows to the floor, except for one, which she fitted on the bow, though she kept a loose hold on it, she didn't draw the bow back just yet. She would see what... it... did, first. The brownies stood shoulder to shoulder, waiting to see what happened next, a red fox standing, it would seem almost protectively, behind them.
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« Reply #13 on: May 07, 2008, 01:45:09 PM »

"Uhm, yes... I almost blew away. But I'm sorry, I have to go help someone over there. I will talk to you later, ok?" came the barely audible. Vincent watched the little brownie hurry off to assist the brownie who had just arrived. He couldn't help smiling gently to himself as the rushed words and gestures started streaming out of the pale brownie. She mustn't have see another brownie in awhile he thought to himself. He was about to remove his moonblade from his waist and set it on the table so he could clean it when a voice cut through the air like a knife, "Please state as to what you are doing here.  'tis a hard night and I wish to get to bed." Vincents eyes darted around the room, trying to locate the hidden speaker.

"Well, I'm waiting," said the mystery speaker again. Vincents eyes snapped up to the balcony where he could see the outline of a lady who seemed to have faded into the dark like a wraith. Vincent opened his mouth to reply but before the words could leave his mouth a cry from the withered old lady rang out, silencing him, "And what is that thing doing in my inn!"

Vincent followed the landlords finger to were she was pointing. She was pointing at a large wolf with a black head. Vincent stood quickly and silently, his hand moving slowly to the hilt of his moonblade, should he have the need to use it....
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« Reply #14 on: May 07, 2008, 02:58:08 PM »

Maue looked up as the strange women in the rafters called out. Perhaps this is what had caused the cammotion before she had arrived? When the women continued and mentioned the "thing" Maue turned and saw the wolf. She tightened her grip on Cal so that he would not fly into the rafters and disturb the woman, who appeared to own the inn, more than she already was.

Maue stepped to the side, realising that she was still in front of the door. It seemed that no one planned on answering the woman's question about the wolf. Although she was not a speaker Maue was curios. The woman had a good point, what was the wolf doing in the in inn? It did not appear to be a pet as the other wolf seemed to be.

Maue took a step foreward to approach the wolf but was blocked as a man stood up. He was grabbing a blade. "WE are all jumpy." She thought to herself. To Maue it seemed as if the man had the right idea. This was the place and time to have a weapon in your hand. However, if Maue wentfor one of her daggers she would loose control of Cal. The panic that he could cause would only worsen the situation.
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