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Author Topic: Chapter 4B: Gold, Pottery and the Nature of Cities  (Read 11074 times)
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Yarg Anklebiter
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« Reply #30 on: November 17, 2008, 08:47:09 AM »

"it's burning!"

To be quite frank, Yarg had heard those two words so often, that they had lost all meaning to him. However, being shaken awake from a good night's sleep was an action that had never never before accompanied those two words. Opening his eyes blearily and looking around in a state of befuddlement, Yarg noticed two things immediately. Somewhere during the night Matlock had changed tents with Eiba, and there was a weird pile of sticks burning in his tent.

Yarg took a moment to consider this latest revelation. Almost every fire he had come across since leaving Ximax had been caused by himself (bad spot of luck if you asked Yarg). However, confused though he was, Yarg knew he was asleep while this fire was started, and he couldn't cast spells in his sleep.

...or could he?

Had he actually accidentally cast a spell in his sleep? He had never heard of such a thing, but perhaps it was possible. This was definitely something that Gromph at Ximax would like to know. Yarg realized that it'd also have to be taken into account from now on. After all, setting fires in one's sleep could cause an issue here and there. Perhaps only sleeping around non-flammable items would be most conducive to a long life at this point. The Pint-Sized Pyromancer's eyes widened with another possibility. Perhaps this could be incorporated into his act! People would come for miles to see Yarg blow up an abandoned house in his sleep!

Yarg's musings were cut short when his eyes regained communication with his brain, and he noticed that the small stick fire had turned into a somewhat worrisome tent fire. Quickly getting to his feet, completely uncaring of  his *severe* state of undress as his blanket fell to the ground, Yarg concentrated on the rapidly expanding fire. Spreading as fast as it was made Yarg feel rushed, so he did the first thing that came to his mind and merely removed the fire ounia from the flames, drawing them to himself.

While this had the desired effect of totally putting out the fires, Yarg had, through a combination of feeling rushed and having just woken up, forgotten to take into account that the fire he had just 'absorbed' would need to be released. He, of course, realized this as soon as he had done it and did the one thing he always did at this point: Pointed his fingers in air and released a forceful gout of flame. The power of this sent the tent flying into the air, being eaten by fire the entire way.

This left the two halflings, one of them naked, standing in an open field, with a flaming tent a about a dozen peds above them.

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« Reply #31 on: December 02, 2008, 05:39:09 AM »

Eiba at first giggled, then stared in stunned amazement at the extreme display. When the tent was quite suddenly gone, the shock started to wear away, and she began to dart away, stopped, and turned to look with worry at the halfling left standing. In all honesty, she had not supposed he would be a mage of any kind, and he had just proven himself a fire mage of some power. For the longest moment, Eiba's hands clutched at her side, she stared for a great moment, then minded the tent heeding the call of Caelereth, and continued her flight to avoid its descent.

When the burning embers of the remnant of the tent were more controlled, she started working her way to him, an expression of more than a little sheepishness on her face. Speech was slow, uncertain and the first expression she tried was, "Sorry..."
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« Reply #32 on: December 07, 2008, 04:57:59 AM »

Avoiding the guard dogs, Luca took a seat across the tiny fire from Malik and Tasuli. She quietly ate her small breakfast while enjoying the crispness of the morning. With the coolness, she had unearthed a huge grey sweater from the bowels of her bag, her leather belt now cinched tightly around her waist. Eiba approached them for a short moment to light a small stick and Luca, her curiosity piqued, watched the halfling go about her business. A very odd, and somewhat disturbing, thought crossed her mind when she disappeared into Yarg's tent, but it was promptly dashed away when there was a massive explosion.

Luca leapt to her feet, her eyes skyward. The flaming mass extinguished itself mid-air and a light snow of glowing canvas and charred pegs drifted lazily down in the cool air. Luca's rosy cheeks quivered and a hiccup of laughter threatened her tongue only to be swallowed because of a sudden, terrible sound.

Like a swarm of bees, the hounds tore off the cart and darted at the two halflings, the eldest in the lead and two 'pups' biting at her heels. Their mouths foamed, their jowls slapping furiously, as they ripped across the dozen peds between the halflings at the cart, death in their eyes and hell off their tongues in a growling, barking madness. Magnolia, her hair bound up by a thick scarf to form a sort of turban while her body was neatly concealed in a long purple coat, though there was still a generous slit for each leg, was watching the air-borne catastrophe when the dogs took off. Alerted by the rush of movement past her, her head snapped down and she watched with what Luca assumed was an expression of terror as the hounds, teeth bared, neared the hobbits.

"Shee!" she screamed, her singers' voice carrying curtly across the grass with a dagger's clarity. The lead hound was only a pace from the two when her ears perked at the command. Her muscles seized and her face relaxed but the momentum would surely carry all three the required distance to hit the hobbits.
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« Reply #33 on: January 22, 2009, 05:58:10 AM »

There was very little Yarg could do in his present predicament. Bare as the day he was born, Yarg felt the dogs crash right into him. He, being the mountain of muscle that he was, was sent tumbling head over heals for several peds.

Sitting up, after a few moments of groaning later, Yarg looked down at himself, noting his *numerous* cuts, scrapes, and bruises. He cried out:

"Well, Good morning to you all too!"

and with a grown, plopped back down, not really wanting to move.
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« Reply #34 on: March 21, 2009, 03:42:24 AM »

The dogs recovered themselves, their stumbling tangling legs and bowed heads suggesting that they were disoriented and confused. The lead dog snorted and returned to the caravan, but the pups had another interest. The two younger dogs padded over to Yarg and began sniffing at the hobbit, their wet noses and panting mouthes prodding the naked hobbit in the chest and armpit and neck. Mangolia glowered and, after giving the eldest hound a firm, affectionate slap on the shoulders, stalked over to the pups.

"Hei!" she grabbed each by the loose flesh of their necks and practically threw them in the direction of the cart. They took the hint and returned to their places amongst the trade goods. Looking down at the hobbit, Magnolia asked plainly "Do have any other clothes?"

After some effort, the hobbit was redressed and the mules were prepped and the cart packed with the final goods. Luca, still laughing to herself, kicked out the breakfast fire and mounted her horse.

The rest of the morning was not nearly as eventful, though relatively speaking, this was unsurprising. The foothills rose quickly and the road was clear as it wound through the natural troughs of the landscape. As they moved into the mountains, the grass and patches of trees faded into heather, mosses and small shrubs. The sun was warm, but the wind was harsh and chill in the rising altitude so the travelers were forced to keep their cloaks and jackets pulled tight around them. Despite the steep grain of the slope, the mules pulling the cart seemed completely at ease with the load and even the horses were capable enough to find good footing in the well traveled path.

A couple hours after they stopped for lunch, Luca constantly ribbing on Yarg for his exposure, Heston stopped the cart and raised his hand for everybody to stop. Luca slowly became aware that there were eyes on them, hiding amongst the high rock walls that surrounded the road on either side. After a few minutes of them all just sitting quietly, apparently waiting for something, Luca caught a movement out of the corner of her eye.

Her head snapped to the right and she caught the flutter of a cloak. "We're not alone..." she said quietly, though she wasn't sure if anybody heard her. Suddenly, a collection of small rocks and pebbles fell down the cliff to their right. The figure was heavily armed, with two sabres on either hip and a longbow on his back. He wore clothing barely a notch above rags but his fingers were adorned with half a dozen beautiful rings. He was, Luca noted with some concern, the largest elf she had ever seen. His shoulders were broad and strong and he stood easily two peds tall with long, tangled brown hair and a rough matching beard.

Luca's hands went instinctively to the daggers on her hip.

Magnolia stretched herself off the cart and approached. And then kissed him on the cheek in greeting.
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« Reply #35 on: April 20, 2009, 09:12:19 AM »

Admittedly, Yarg knew next to nothing about romance. His experience with females of his own race was remarkably scarce, limited only to a studious girl at Ximax, and Eiba. But Yarg was fairly certain that walking up and kissing random people wasn't generally acceptable. However, maybe it was. Perhaps the kissing wasn't only acceptable, but necessary. This required an experiment.

Hopping from his pony, Yarg strode wide grinningly up to the large elf-man. Standing in front of the giant,Yarg realized he was at a significant disadvantage to Magnolia in regards to the kissing of the cheek. The halfling only reached up to the man's belly. The Cunning Conjurer solved this problem quite easily, by taking the man's hand, and kissing the back of it, then offering a wide grin up at the Giant.
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