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markniklas — Sat Jun 11, 2011 10:17 am

Author: markniklas

Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 10:17 am

hello,

i read your article and like your role-play...The Flameseeker Prophecies provide lore of missions which completed in GW prophecy.

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unseen — Wed Jun 16, 2010 11:35 am

Author: unseen

Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 11:35 am

Rangers FTW!!!!!

[S] Something i've been adding a few lines to now and then.

Piecemaker — Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:14 am

Author: Piecemaker

Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:14 am

Can't remember if i have ever posted bits of this stuff here before, if that's the case i can't find the original post :-/ So.... here it goes again, needs proofreading as well, but i don't really want to do that at the moment.
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She enjoyed sitting here, by the river bed, her bare feet dangling in the water. It was a nice feeling she thought. To feel the cold flow of the river as you wiggled your toes. She remembers once when she had sat still for a very long time, a fish had come to nibble her toe. It had tickled and she had burst out laughing scaring the little fish away. Today there were no fish to bite her toes; maybe they were all on the bottom of the river. Maybe they were all invited to a party and had forgotten to invite her. No one ever wanted Guinevere along, the other children thought her strange for not having the same interests as other girls. But Guinevere just liked playing in the forest far more than spending hours in front of the mirror. Out there it was quiet, no one intruded on her thoughts and no one expected to have her behaving in a certain way. Out there she was free, when ever she could get away with it she would make her escape to the forest.

A loud voice back from the direction of the house reminds her that someone did indeed want her. �Guen, finish up the laundry and get back here we still need to bring in firewood and prepare dinner.� �Yes, want me to do the laundry,� she mumbles to herself. Resigned she gets to work cleaning the clothes. There was no point in giving her mother another reason to tell her off for not doing her chores. To pass time she makes up a little game out of the chore, picking the clothes in a certain order and hanging it to dry in a pattern that most certainly makes sense in her mind.

Suddenly water splashes on the clothes, she looks around to see where the water came from. Out in the river a little beaver is swimming around on it�s back laughing happily while splashing water around. �Hey! Stop that,� She yells annoyed, I will get in trouble if I do not finish my chores. She knows the beaver will not respond, after all, a beaver do not talk, but she hoped to scare it away. To her surprise the beaver swims a little closer to her and looks up at her. �Why should I,� it asks in a teasing voice, �splashing around is so much fun!� Guen only stares wonderingly at the beaver. �You�re not supposed to be able to talk,� she finally manage to stammer out. �Says who?� Replies the beaver. Mischief is shining in it�s dark brown eyes. �Everyone,� Guen replies she is getting a bit annoyed with the obnoxious animal now. �Animals do not talk, everyone knows this� The beaver just laughs, �you humans, always thinking you know everything.� Agilely the beaver crawls onto the shore and before the disbelieving eyes of the girl it changes shape to a large cat. �I suppose animals do not shift shape either,� it purrs. �Well some animals do,� Esmeralda replies hesitating. �Larvae becomes pupae, pupae becomes butterfly,� she nods to herself satisfied that she had managed to parry off the teasing remark of the animal. �Clever little girl,� The big cat rubs itself against her, it is so big it reaches her chest. It�s purring makes her whole body tremble slightly. �I think I like you,� the cat decides, �you may call me Tom, I have always liked that name, so nice and simple.�

Guen slowly shakes her head, she did not know what to make of this strange animal. With a shrug Guen decides that strange as this creature may be it seemed quite harmless if annoying. Resolutely she looks at the big cat, �well Tom, we might as well make you useful, you get to carry the already dry clothes while we go back.� �This is very undignified for a big cat like me,� Tom purrs. Guen thinks she can hear barely contained laughter in the feline voice so she just ignores the cat and continue her work. �My name is Guinevere by the way,� she belatedly remembers to tell the cat. �I know,� Tom replies. Guen looks at the cat questioningly but decides to let it pass. Maybe later she will learn more about the strange Tom.

As the two come closer to the house Tom started to shrink and change size again. Slowly the big cat lessened in size until he was completely hidden underneath the pile of laundry he had been carrying before. Confused Guen crouch to pick up the laundry, as she removes the last bit of clothing a little butterfly flies up from the ground to perch on her shoulder. With a now tiny voice tom explains, �this shape will probably be less disconcerting to your parents than that of a big cat.� Guen agreed, adults were so easily upset about things that seemed completely unimportant to her. She supposed though that not even adults would be upset about a little butterfly. Leisurely she covers the last stretch to her home. In the door her mother stands with an impatient frown on her face, �that took you long enough Guen.� Glancing at tom on her shoulder she slowly replies that certain animals in the forest were interfering with the laundering. Her mother looks at her confused for a little bit then shrugs, she thought it was not normal for Guen to talk like that. But the girl had always displayed a tendency to odd behaviour now and then. �Well, come along Guen, time to make preparations for dinner� Guen nods, �let me just put the laundry away, then I will be right there� Humming a little improvised tune, Guen walks around the house putting clothes in the right closets. Tom still sitting on her flaps his wings a few times then quietly starts to hum a second voice to her tune. Guen did not really understand how it could be that Tom knew which tones she would hum when she did not even know it herself. But she thought the music was nice and decided just to enjoy it while she worked. When all the clothes were put away she walked back to the kitchen to help her mother. �Guen the potatoes are not going to peel themselves� Her mother waves a dough covered hand impatiently at a bowl of potatoes before she goes back to kneading the dough she was making. Guen is quietly happy that she was not the dough that was receiving her mothers� not too tender care. Guen wonders why her mother always seems annoyed with something, perhaps it was part of growing up, she did not know. Guen thought how it was that her mother could overlook all the things in every day life that could make a woman smile. Everything from the shape of the sky to the play of the light in the river, in Guen�s mind it was all a reason to smile.

With a quiet sigh Guen picks up the bowl of potatoes, grabs a knife and head out of the kitchen. She heads out of the house, the sun is still shining and there�s a light breeze rustling the leaves on the trees just slightly. She finds a clearing a little ways from the house where the sun has warmed up the ground. She sets down crosslegged and places the bowl in her lap. As she starts to peel potatoes Tom flies up from her shoulder and in midair he changes shape back to a cat flips around in the air and lands gracefully on his feet. Guen smiles and drops her knife to make a little applause, �very impressive Tom.� She laughs, �can you do any more tricks like that?� Tom offers a little bow and a feline smile, �I have lots of tricks my friend, some day I may show you some of my more impressive ones� As Guen goes back to peeling the potatoes, Tom walk around the clearing sniffing at random bushes, seemingly satisfied he walks back to Guen and curls up against her leg. After a while she gently nudge the cat, �Tom, are you awake?� Slowly the looks up at her and yawns. �mmhm?� �Tom, who are you? What are you?� Guen looks at Tom her child�s face open and wondering. Tom laughs, an odd sound from a cat, �What am I? who knows, a figment of your imagination, the spirit of the forest, your animal spirit? Far away in some old cultures, people believed that every person had an animal spirit. A totem animal they called it. Believing that a spirit creature would follow them through their life offering them support and guidance. Of course that�s all just old superstition.� Tom grins and curls up again and goes back to napping. Guen shakes her head, somehow she seems to have been doing that a lot this day. Maybe she should just accept that this strange creature wanted to be her friend, truth be told Guen thought she could really need a friend. Her mind made up Guen goes back to peeling potatoes with the cat sleeping beside her.

The sun is hanging lower in the sky when Guen finish with the potatoes. Gathering herself up she leaves the clearing and head towards the house. The wooden logs gleams mutely in the evening sun casting shadows here and there. Guen plays a little game with herself trying to avoid stepping on any shadows on the way to the house. �Silly little girl,� Tom remarks with muted laughter, then he jumps high into the air, and disappear in mid air. Then Guen notices a tiny little ladybird sitting on her hand. Smiling she brings her hand up to her eyes, the dots on the back of the lady bird seems to be forming a smiling face. Then before her eyes the face on the ladybird�s back winks at her. Delighted Guen laughs out at the antics of her friend.

That night when the little family is sitting down to eat in the warm kitchen of the house Guen is very quiet. Her mind is filled with thoughts while her parents discuss grownup matters between themselves. Guen seldom listen to these talks, they all seem so boring and pointless. What is the use of worrying about the future unless there�s something you can do to make changes. But always the grownups seem to worry instead of thinking about solutions. Then again, maybe things are just too complicated for Guen so she does not see all of the problem, she did not know. And luckily, she thinks with a half smile, she did not need to either.

Suddenly she becomes aware that her mother is calling out her name, in a still more angry tone. �Guen! I am talking to you, where is your mind at girl?� Guen focuses again on the world around her, �sorry mother I was thinking.� Her mother frowns, �Guen, we would like you to go into the town tomorrow, your father needs a few tools, and I need you to visit the knife grinder, some of my kitchen knives are getting terribly dull. I will give you a list so you will not forget what to buy, But Guen, the trip will take most of the day, so I want you to hurry back, we do not want you wandering the woods after dark. One can never know what might be lurking after night, and the wolves from up north have been roaming more as of late.� At the last part her mother had been waving a finger admonishingly at Guen. Guen pushed away a quick feeling of annoyance, after all they were only concerned for her safety, but it was not like she would run around wild in the woods after dark after all.

That night after everyone has gone to bed, Guen lays in her bed thinking about the trip tomorrow with Tom quietly purring at her feet. She liked going to town, there were usually something new to see and some of the people there even liked talking with her, though none of the kids seemed to care much for her. Her head filled with thoughts about what the morning might bring Guen falls asleep. Later after Guen is soundly asleep Tom rise from the bed, quietly he walks around the house, sniffing the air, checking the latches on windows and the lock on the door, making sure everything is closed down for the night. Satisfied he finds a quiet corner and begins a silent vigil.

The next morning Guen was woken by the gentle touch of the early sunrise. Lying in her bed she stretches languidly while basking in the glow from the sun. With closed eyes and a smile on her lips she rests as she feel the slow passage of the sun across her face. One thing persistently tries to force its way through her hazy thoughts to the front of her mind. There is an unfamiliar weight pressing against her right leg. A deep sound sends ever so slight vibrations into her leg, she finds the sound oddly calming. Then something moves up the bed, brushes gently against her arm giving her chin a little nudge. Guen opens her eyes to stare into two feline eyes and she remembers her new found friend. �Hello Tom,� she smiles and scratches him affectionately behind the ear.
A feline smile slowly spreads across Tom�s face, his purring incerease in volume as he quickly close one eye in an almost human expression. The display of content on Tom�s face makes Guen giggle in childish delight. Today is going to be a wonderful day, she is certain of it. To celebrate, Guen jumps a few times up and down on her bed before nimbly landing on the floor. Tom watches still from the bed enjoying the childish display of exuberance.

Laughing Guen runs out from her room, streaking past the still smoldering embers in the fireplace from last night�s fire. Exiting the house she stands in the damp grass, feeling the dewdrops run down her feet and the slowly rising sun warm her face. �Guinevere!� Her mothers voice tears through the silence, �what do you think you are doing, standing on the cold grass wearing nothing but your nightshirt.�

�Yes mother,� she sighs, �I will go get dressed immediately.� Guen knows that her mother is only nagging on her because she cares. But sometimes she wish that her mother would relax a bit, surely a little dew on her feet would cause no harm. �It is only because she loves you,� a quiet voice whispers into her ear. �I know,� Guen smiles, it is hard to be annoyed by her mother when Tom is by her side. Though today apparently Tom had decided to be invisible. �Tom where are you? I had no idea you could turn invisible.�
�Oh,� Tom says with laughter in his voice. �I am not invisible, have you ever heard of the ear burrower worm?�
�WHAT?!� Guen yells. �Bursting out in laughter tom briefly appears in what seems to be his favored form, that of a big cat. �Guen I can take any shape I want or none at all,� he says with a chuckle. �Being invisible can be very handy sometimes.�
�It is also great for teasing little girls,� he says the laughter back in his voice.
�Oh grow up Tom,� Guen says in a huff.
�Why?� Tom asks, �it is so dreadfully boring you know.�
At that they both laugh, sharing each others amusement at the way grownups sometimes acts. Their amusement is short-lived though, as they go back into the house for Guen to get dressed. Her parents may act silly from time to time, but in Guen�s world they usually got the last word. Parental interference is not enough to dampen her mood today though. As she walks into the house she hums a merry little tune.
After she finish getting dressed, she joins her mother in the kitchen for breakfast. Her father is usually out and about the house doing work at this time in the morning.
�Guen I will prepare you some food that you can bring along, when you go. That way you can leave just after breakfast and you will be able to walk back and home again without going hungry.� Her mother speaks over her shoulder to her as she works at the kitchen table.
�Sure mother,� Guen replies as she digs into her meal of oats and fruit pieces. With her new friend at her side, and the two of them alone on the road, Guen is convinced it is going to be a wonderful trip.

The sun is slowly rising higher as it travels its way across the sky when Guen sets out on her way towards town. Her mothers� stern instructions about not going astray or leaving the well travelled path still rings in her ears. But this hardly bothers her today as the adventure seems to beckoning her just around the next bend in the path. The world seems so alive to Guen, the birds singing just a little bit clearer, the leaves of the trees a little bit greener and she feels just a little bit more energy in each of her steps. Tom walks by her side in a graceful gait that at one time lazy and still perfectly balanced for what ever the world might throw at him. Guen supposed that was the virtue of all cats to be able to move with such poise and elegance. But, and she grins to herself, she bet cats could not skip and jump. Tom slowly shakes his head as Guen starts to jump from one leg to the in an easy run. �Someone is in an excellent mood this morning,� he says quietly. �Of course,� Guen replies over her shoulder, �I am out on adventure with my best friend!� A feline smile answers her comment and a deep almost inaudible purring can be heard from the cat.

The road is like an open book to Guen, every twist and turn a new page that she eagerly turns. Tom follows her silently, his gait relaxed, enjoying the delight Guen is obviously feeling for being out on adventure. Suddenly Guen stops, �Tom let�s see what is down this path!� She half expects Tom to stop her, but he just calmly follows her. �I am not your keeper Guen,� he says noticing her glancing at him. �The mistakes are yours to make, then I get to say I told you so afterwards.� At that Tom lets out a mock-evil laughter. �You are a horrible friend Tom!� Guen is trying in vain to hold back her own laughter.
As they wander down the new path Guen hopes that they were not making a mistake. She felt sure though that between the two of them, they would be able to find their way back to the right path when they are done exploring.
Around a bend a clearing is revealed. To Guen�s eyes it is very pretty. Tall trees surround it, rays of light is caught and reflected in the leaves, lending a multitude of colours to the light shining down into the clearing. In the middle of the clearing, a bit removed from the road a campfire is burning. A man is sitting by the fire cross-legged, his hands are resting on his knees. �Do you think e is sleeping?� Guen turns to Tom, there is a slightly worried tone to her voice. � I get a strange feeling about this man Tom,� she continues. The cat looks at her steadily for a few moments, then makes a noncommittal sound. �I do not think he pose any threat to us Guen, you should approach him the same way you would any other stranger you meet on the road.� Tom is silent for a moment, then he continues. �I will stay out of sight for now, but don�t worry I will be at your side in an instant should you need it.� Taking a deep breath Guen walks into the clearing As she slowly approach the man, he still makes no movements. Guen is starting to think that the man might really be sitting right up and sleeping. She is just about to put her hand on the man�s shoulder when he suddenly speaks. �Are you not a bit young to be roaming the forests alone girl?� He speaks in a calm controlled voice, like nothing in this world would be able to surprise him, let alone more than momentarily inconvenience him. Somehow Guen had never expected that the man might address her without ever giving any sign he had noticed her presence. The unexpectedness of the man speaking and the quality of his voice makes Guen stumble on her words for a moment. A rare occurrence. �I�how can you know what I am without even looking?� The man finally turns to face her. He looks stern Guen thinks, like a teacher, or someone who knows life a little too well. Dark hair, darker eyes, eyes that seem to Guen to be able to tell stories she isn�t quite sure she wants to hear. He has a slight stubble and looks very tired, if not physically, not a man who smiles often Guen decides. To her surprise the man smiles ever so slightly at her, �I wonder what is going through your mind girl.� The man pause for a second before continuing, again he seems like a teacher preparing to deliver a lesson. �The world around always have tales to tell for those who are willing to listen.� Guen considers this for a moment, wondering if the man also had a sometimes invisible friend whispering in his ear. She doubts it though, someone looking that serious would probably not keep invisible friends around.

�Sit down girl, and I will share my meal with you.� His voice breaks into her chain of thoughts. Guen consider the offer for a bit, then with a mental shrug she nods. �Sure, but then I will provide our next meal� she says as she plants her fists at her side. The man lets out a small chuckle, �a very determined young lady I see.� �Mother always gives me way too much food when I won�t be home for the next meal,� she replies, slightly embarrassed. �Always carry a bit more food than you expect you will need, any experienced traveller will tell you this.� Again the man sounds like a teacher. She wonders what the man might have seen and experienced, to speak with such authority. �If our path stays the same long enough, at our next meal we will share your food. Is this agreeable to you.� Guen nods and smiles. �We are going to the city,� Guen says. The man raises an eye, it nearly makes her giggle. Clearly the teacher part of him was not satisfied by the answer. �There are quite a few cities in these parts, a name would narrow it down quite a bit.� Guen is still trying to suppress a smile as she answers. �Well, the closest city of course, Rabbits Burrow� �I would hardly call that a city, but if the rumours are true about the place, I better head that way too.� He nods to himself, his mind apparently settled. �What rumours?� Guen ask curiously. �No need to worry about that now,� the man cuts her off. �Who is your companion?� He asks instead, �you said we.� �Oh, that was my cat Tom,� she replies without skipping a beat. �Tom!� She calls out, �you can join us now.� After a few seconds Tom walks into the clearing, Guen notice that he have assumed the form of an ordinary domestic cat. �That is a remarkably well trained cat you have there girl,� there is a note of approval in his voice. He kneels to gently scratch the cat behind the ear. �His name is Tom, he is my best friend,� Guen says, she is slightly surprised by the warmth that accompanies the words. �Hello Tom, my name is Joren, �he performs the greeting in a solemn voice. Guen wonders briefly if the man is playing with her, but his voice gives no hint that his words are anything but honest. Guen decides that Joren probably is serious in his greeting to the cat. With a small giggle she says, �Tom and Guen travelling adventures, at your service Mr Joren.� To Guen�s great surprise Joren lets out a burst of laughter. �I am honoured to have two such illustrious personalities along,� he says still chuckling. Guen smiles, happy to see a spot of humour from that stern face. The smile slowly fades from Joren�s face, leaving a warm glow just behind the impassive exterior. Maybe it was always there, Guen wonders, maybe one only needs to know what to look for in the man�s face. �Well sit down, Guen, Tom, get something to eat.� Guen sits down by the fire. A pot is hanging above the fireplace, an attractive smell is emanate from it. Guen guesses the pot contains some kind of stew. Joren opens his bundle and withdraw another plate and spoon for Guen. �Sorry Tom but I only have one extra set.� Tom doesn�t reply but languidly flows into Guen�s lap and curls up into a ball of fur and purring. Joren wordlessly reach for Guen�s plate which she gives him with a quiet �thanks�. The stew is surprisingly good and Guen digs in with great appetite while giving Tom bits and pieces now and then.
After finishing the meal Guen lays back idly in the grass chewing on a piece of bread. She offers Joren a happy smile, �that was a very good meal Joren, thanks.� With a nod Joren accepts the compliment, a faint glimmer of humor plays in his eyes. �I am happy that my culinary efforts were appreciated.�
Joren then falls into silence, it seems to Guen that he has retreated into his own mind. She thinks it is probably better to give him some peace. Instead she starts to play with Tom throwing leaves into the air, watching him nimbly catch all the leaves in the air and bring them to the ground. She is very impressed by the sheer speed and precision Tom displays. Smiling she throws two fistfuls of leaves into the air. Guen watches fascinated as Tom�s limbs whirl through the air, catching the leaves on his claws, almost faster than the eye can follow. Joren breaks into her thoughts, he seems to have come out of his mental hiding place. �It really is an impressive little friend you have there Guen. He possesses speed and grace like few other living beings I have seen.� Guen notice the evaluating look in Joren�s eyes, he looks like a man who knows what he is talking about. Tom stops his whirling movements to turn towards Joren. With great poise he takes a few steps toward the man and lowers his head slightly, unmistakably a gesture that acknowledge the compliment. This awards him with a raised eyebrow from Joren. �Truly a curious creature,� he mutters quietly.
Suddenly Tom�s ears perk up, his attention narrowly focused in one direction. Guen casts a quick glance towards Joren and see that the stance of the Cat is mirrored in Joren�s posture. What truly catch her attention are the eyes of the man. Every trace of emotion that was there a minute ago has disappeared, frozen behind a mask of ice. Guen gets the feeling that life has been harsh to him; maybe most of the world will only receive the gaze of those cold emotionless eyes. Guen is quietly happy that she met Joren in a relaxed moment. She knows that had she seen those eyes without knowing that real emotions lay behind them it would have frightened her immensely. She breaks off her line of thoughts as she too hears what had caught the attention of Tom and Joren. Many voices yelling, calling out to each, calling out to their prey, letting it know that there will be no escape. With a loud noise a body breaks through edge of the forest, heedless of any obstacles that might be in the way. As the person enters the clearing, Guen catches the first glimpse of her. Flowing brown hair frames a tanned and weather bitten face. A lithe and obviously fit body carries the woman into the clearing with impressive speed. Guen notices many small and a few larger cuts on the woman as she gets closer, some of them are bleeding freely. She also notice that the woman is marked by a wicked looking scar across her left cheek. To the child�s mind of Guen it is a mystery who or what could cause such a mark. The woman as she quickly close the distance between the edge of the trees and their camp seems to lose her grace and balance quickly. She stops and slowly sinks to one knee, the sword she has been carrying is planted into the ground and she leans heavily against it. Joren moves slowly to place himself between Guen and the woman. Something passes Joren and her as they look over each other warily. Then he gives a slight nod and the woman slowly gets on her feet again. Guen have no idea how long have passed since the woman entered the clearing, but suddenly everything explodes into motion. Into the clearing bursts at least ten men, their yelling silenced now, as if they know their prey is caught. The woman looks over the approaching men, her knuckles white from gripping the sword tightly. Her eyes are burning with white-hot anger and with a defiant scream she charges. Joren seems taken aback by the actions of the woman for a second, then in a fluid motion he kicks up a backpack that have been laying at his feet. As the pack falls to the ground two long knives are revealed in his hands. With precise calculated movements he moves to the side, wide of the charging woman forcing the approaching men to face in different directions. With savage words spoken in a tongue foreign to Guen, the woman crashes into the men, battering them aside with her sword, elbows and powerful kicks that seems impossible comming from someone her size. Further to her side Joren flows in and out of the fray, his blades a blur, the enemies around him only hitting empty air. Guen stands entranced, never has she seen such violence. Desperately she wants to look away as men begin to fall bleeding, torn and dying. But she is unable to, she knows that her fate will be decided by Joren and the woman and their ability to stand against the attackers. Never could she have imagined anyone fight with the cold effectiveness that Joren displays as he mercilessly punish every mistake his enemies make. Never could she have imagined the ferocity with which the woman fights. Constantly switching target, raining powerful blows on her enemies she receive numerous new cuts and scrapes as she always seem to evade their returning strikes with only the barest margin. Her enemies do not seem to have her luck and skill as they fall with gaping wounds from her blade or shattered bones from her kicks. But no matter the will of the soul a human body can only take so much before giving up, her many wounds and obviously exhausting flight Her movements falters for a second but with a final burst of speed, a last act of defiance she buries her sword deep within the chest of one of the remaining two enemies she have been facing. But now there�s nothing left, the fury have left her eyes and she tumbles to the ground. Her only remaining attacker regards her cautiously for a moment, wondering if the woman is trying to trick him into being careless. Then he roughly rolls her onto her back with the tip of his boot. Gripping his sword with both hands he prepares to thrust it into the woman laying on the ground powerless and unable to move. As his arms start to move down his eyes suddenly grows wide and his movement falters, but continues down. Guen notices two things almost simultaneously. A knife is protruding from the back of the attacker, thrown by Joren while he runs toward the fallen woman, now carrying a sword captured from the attackers. The other thing she notices is Tom his movements only a blur as he catapults himself towards the falling man and sword. The sound of the cat hitting the attacker seems strangely muted after the chaos of the battle but the result is impressive. The man and sword is thrown wide as Tom catapults himself off the man and back towards Guen again. Then Joren is at the side of the fallen woman, his cold eyes searching for more enemies before they settle on Guen. �Quick, fetch my backpack.� His tone of voice holds a note of command that leaves Guen little choice but obeying. She doubt that it is a conscious effort from Joren, it is simply part of his personality. As he speaks his hand are busily at work undressing the woman, laying bare her many wounds. The amount of blood flowing from the many wounds scares Guen how could anyone stand being wounded like that. Her voice is quiet as she turns over the backpack to Joren. �Will she survive Joren?� Joren looks up at her while his hands keep working dressing the many wounds. The ice leaves his eyes as he speaks to Guen, �I don�t know child, she has lost a lot of blood. But she is a strong woman, time will tell Guen.�

While the day slowly wane the man and girl sits in silent vigil over the wounded woman. Neither of them feels the need to say many words. Occasionally a few glances are exchanged, mostly Guen seeking comfort in Joren�s presence. This situation is completely foreign to Guen and what she has faced today has left her shaken and unsure of what to do. �Do you think she will wake up Joren, should we try and get her to the city?� Guen�s voice is barely more than a whisper as her eyes linger on the unconscious woman. Joren spends a few moments in thought before he answers, �let�s wait and see, when or if, she wakes up she will need food.� After a few seconds he adds with a wry grin, �whether she wants it or not.� Guen�s childs laughter lights up the clearing, �you sound just like my mother Joren.� Joren quickly answers, humor sparkling in his eyes, �your mother sounds like a very wise woman.� Together they laugh forgetting their worries in a moment of levity.

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Xelonir — Thu Nov 15, 2007 9:57 am

Author: Xelonir

Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 9:57 am

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[S] In the storms Eye, A prelude (Open story)

Piecemaker — Sun Aug 12, 2007 2:09 pm

Author: Piecemaker

Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 2:09 pm

�Life is a thousand missed opportunities.
Each is like a butterfly hovering by you.
Each only there for the barest of moments.
All too many are too fragile to be caught.
When the last breath is being drawn,
one can only hope to have few regrets.�

Alfred hopes that when his time comes, be it in fifty years on in an hour. He would be able to look back, satisfied with the choices he had made.
The renewed clamour of battle draws him out of his reverie. Standing still his head tilted he tries to make out the individual sounds coming from around the bend. Walking up beside him Cedric sighs wearily. �Sounds like someone besides us managed to find troubles in this cold merciless place.� Alfred grins at his friend, �not trouble�.. adventure!�
�Your sense of fun is going to get us killed someday Alfred.� The elementalist just smiles and starts a steady run toward the sound of battle. Sighing Cedric works his backpack loose and grabs his shield, a gift from a necromancer who�s generosity was considerably larger than his people skills. Drawing his sword he raises his voice. �Viktor, Lucas�. try to keep them off our back will you? Whisper, Aaron on me. Anya and Deed, you�re on confusion and chaos. Sebastian, how about a song to bolster our spirits and sow fear amongst our enemies� failing that maybe you�ll drop an avalanche on them.� Each member of the group nods in turn as they start to follow Alfred.

�Running through the snow is kind of fun,� Alfred thinks to himself. And for a few steps he looks over his shoulder admiring the small puffs of powdery snow and the deep solid footprints he leaves behind. Then he comes upon a clearing and spots a familiar face waving at him. �Cain!� Alfred runs toward the necromancer intending to hug him. Remembering the strange and often aggressive armour Cain wears, he quickly cast a spell hardening his skin before enfolding the necromancer in a hug. �Ooh I am so happy to see you guys, this is like a family reunion� Well except for the ice imps, I cannot remember ever having had murderous ice imps at any family reunion.�
Cain shakes his head, some things just never change. �Ice imps, indeed. Considering your affinity for fire Alfred, perhaps you would like to do something about the murderous imp.�
Alfred seems to consider this for a few seconds all the while the ice imps continues to assail the little group. Then he starts an odd little dance while intonating, �Fire and ice, water to earth, so it shall be.� Liquid drops of fire start raining all over the area only the space occupied by the four people remain free of the fire.
Catching up to Alfred as last drops of fire fall Cedric charges into the battle followed by whisper and Aaron. Some ice imps are writhing on the ground in agony while others put up a ferocious fight, but between the two groups they are quickly dispatched.
Wiping his sword clean from imp remains Cedric walks up to Cain. �Hello Cain, it is good to see a familiar face in this foreign place. What are you doing here? Following the same rumours as Alfred here?�

[S:The Flaming Bunny] How it all began

Piecemaker — Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:24 am

Author: Piecemaker

Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:24 am

Trotting by, his arms full of cooking supplies Alfred grins at Cain and Xelonir. "Plans Schmahns! We are going to invade a summit stronghold armed with Viktors superspecial pancakes...... follow us! It is going to be a grand adventure!" Alfred yells over his shoulder to Viktor who is trying to drag a seemingly very stubborn goat, "hurry up Viktor the ingredients are supposed to be fresh i tell you... fresh!".

Looking very angry Anya storms up behind them posing with her hands on her his she asks the two would be cooks in a very stern voice. "Right! Who of you two jokers took off with a bag of my rarest spices, they were supposed to make me quite a tidy profit!"

Alfred looks flustered for a second then he suddenly exclaims, "look, a dog!" While he throws his head in a direction behind Anya. As soon as the mesmer looks away Alfrd runs off wearing a huge grin.

"Wizards! especially crazy ones." The words spat out seems equally mixed from contempt, anger and annoyance. Then she a rather shrewd expression dawns on the face of the mesmer. "Say.... what would the sight of Alfred bundled up, rolled in tar and dipped in feathers be worth to the two of you."

[S:The Flaming Bunny] Crossing destinies

Piecemaker — Wed Nov 01, 2006 11:15 am

Author: Piecemaker

Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 11:15 am

A man walks into the Flaming Bunny, he looks around with tired eyes before walking up to the bar. With a toneless voice he asks for a beer. The tall man in colourful clothes behind the bar looks at him for a moment, then he reaches for a somewhat clean glass beneath the counter and fills it with foamy ale. With an encouraging smile the barkeep hands over the glass of ale to the man. The barkeep takes a moment to look at the man letting his gaze wander from the tired eyes to the broad shoulders, his weathered features, the greying hair. It is obvious to the barkeep that this man has seen hard times, sorrow seems draped over him like a too heavy cloak permeating his very being. Suddenly someone bumps into the man from behind causing him to spill some of his ale onto the bar. His head snaps around his eyes suddenly not tired anyone but burning with an anger only kept in check by the lasts shreds of his will. Quickly the barkeep snaps his fingers and as the man slowly turns his attention back to him he speaks with a smile. "Hello I'm Alfred and since none of the others are around i am currently in charge of the Flaming Bunny inn." You can see it in his eyes, how much it takes for him to bring his anger back under control. Slowly as his breathing becames slow and controlled, his shoulders slump and his posture becomes relaxed again, almost resigned.

With a voice, matching his tired eyes the man speaks, "they call me doctor rage..... I cannot blame them. It was not always like this you know...." The man takes a slow sip from his beer while he seems to collect his thoughts. Alfred leans against the bar and rests his head in his hands while slowly tilting it from side to side, waiting for the man to continue with the rest of his story. "My name is Sebastian Ra'if, it means merciful or gentle." Sebastian chuckles softly before continuing, it is not a happy sound. "Such tricks the gods plays on us. I am a skilled surgeon." Sebastian pauses and sighs heavily. "Or i were once a long time ago, a lifetime and a family ago it seems. I served my time as a fieldsurgeon in the army when i was young, I know i saved many lives back then, I can only hope." Sebastian's voice trails off. "I came home, there are always someone who needs a doctor. I was well respected, i had enough to do and had good friends. One year at a harvest ball, I met my wife. I cannot describe for you how it happened or what it felt like. One moment i was alone and happy, the next we were together, and i knew i could not imagine a happier life than what we had together. We built a house, the house we were supposed to grow old in." Sebastian looks down for a moment, had his eyes been visible you would have seen what only could be described as a mixture of rage and sorrow. "We never found out who they were, not that it matters, it would not bring them back anyway. A roving group of bandits most likely, we have had so very few incidents in the past." He draws a shuddering breath, "one was enough. I found her outside the still smoldering wreckage that was our home. She was still clutching a spear, why didn't she run? The little one hid in the barn, she was crushed under the hooves of the stampeding animals." Sebastian stops and look up into the ceiling of the inn while he takes a long breath, then he downs the rest of his beer. "So what does a man with nothing left do. After wandering around aimlessly for longer than i care to remember, I joined the sunspears. I never mentioned that i was a surgeon, i did not want to heal, i wanted to hurt, I want to hurt. I only hope," he pauses for a short moment. "I only hope that when i go, I do not take too many of my friends with me. Why do they follow me, can they not see where i'm heading." Sebastion stops talking and seems to sink into silent melancholy. As Alfred stands watching him wondering what to do a slight man enters the inn. He moves with quick sure strides there's an efficiency to his movements though you can hardly see his limbs as he's moving since he's wearing a robe and a hood. With a Nod to Alfred the slight man walks up to Sebastian. He places a hand gently on his shoulder and Alfred senses some unspoken understanding passing between the two men.

[S:The Flaming Bunny] The corner table

unseen — Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:51 pm

Author: unseen

Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:51 pm

Laylah sat in the corner of the inn. Her glass made a near silent hum as she ran her fingertips over the rim never ending circles repeated a thousand times before she ceased. Her eyes veiled making it impossible to see where she looked or even if she new that some patrons had gathered to hear her recount one of her tales. The slight smile that kissed her plush lips was sign enough that she knew they awaited the tale that she would weave that evening.

Her fingers unfolded slowly as tiny orbs of light drifted up from her palm. They danced in the air, as she began to recount her tale.

In a land far away when the world was still young the story of cats and men begun. Felines as big as houses that walked through forests as if they were mere gardens ruled the land. Day and night they would endlessly hunt down men as if they were nothing more than rodents. A scourge on the land. Cutting down trees to make their homes and killing to steal the furs of others to make up for their own inadequacies. This was man. Vermin, to be hunted, eaten and disposed of.

Then one day amongst those men a leader emerged. His name was Jonah. Leaders had emerged before him with plans to defeat and overcome the felines. These leaders had taken armies of men forward with spears, stones, clubs and other weapons of war. All in vane for the claws of the cats were mighty indeed.

Jonah wasn�t a man of war. He was a man of faith. Faith in the unseen. Faith in the undying spirit of his fellow people. Jonah was a dreamer. His only wish, his only purpose to share that dream. For many years he walked amongst the people recruiting them. Making them believers in the dream. A dream where humans ruled the earth and the cats were nothing more than animals the likes of which they had subdued already.

Many moons passed and Jonah became old. His hair grey and his stride weakened with age. Setting a day when all those of his faith would dream the dream he had shared. They gathered for one glorious night. Copulating beneath the stars in celebration of their upcoming dominance of the land. Drinking fine wines and rich foods before surrendering themselves to the sibling of death and dreaming their dream.

United in one purpose and one dream beneath the stars when they awoke they awoke to a new world where felines were nothing more than house pets. Their size vastly reduced. Lands that had fewer dreamers did not replicate the same degree of impact leaving the cats with Lions, tigers and the larger cats as a mere shadow of their former glory.

The cats came to know of the legend of Jonah as stories pass form time to time and transverse lands and barriers of language or species. To this day they hold resentment for us, and still believe themselves to be our betters. Remember that next time you give a kitten a bowl of milk. The gentle meow or purr is not one of gratitude to an owner but one of praise for a slave doing their task well�

Letting the sentence trail off, Laylah pushed the empty plate towards those seated. Smiling as coins for the tale were passed from the audience.

(story is a rehash but I liked it enough to remix it a bit.)

[J] ...a darker path

erah — Sat Sep 16, 2006 9:11 am

Author: erah

Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 9:11 am

an out take

Cain opens one of the large journals he has in his studdy and continues writeing, while doing this he reflects the happenings of the past few days

The yung nobles have travelled quite fast trough the canthan continent. It is interesting to follow their progress and desissions. It is no wonder i was finally called whit my real name last night. It would have been eawen a bigger suprice if her network wouldn't have told her about me. Now i only need to wait for another proper situation to cross paths whit them.

[S:The Flaming Bunny] Happy hour

kutyamutya — Fri Sep 15, 2006 1:19 pm

Author: kutyamutya

Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 1:19 pm

Axioma stands at the bar counter shocked to see the bartender leaving. After a few moments she starts to search inside the counter if she would find some ingredients for tea.

[J:New Beginnings] Vitae - The journal of Lucas Valkyrin

Piecemaker — Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:49 am

Author: Piecemaker

Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:49 am

The forest is oddly quiet at this time of night, listening to the soothing sound of logs burning in the campfre would put me to sleep, if not for all these thoughts circling in my head. Muttering sounds can be heard now and then from the people around me, I cannot blame them for resting uneasily, the gravity of our situation is felt almost tangibly as a cloak smothering us. I really should rest, but instead I sit here, journal in my lap, thinking... or trying to. We were supposed to get away from all this, duties, obligations, people that needs saving, evil that has to be fought. It is a humble wish, somewhere peaceful, where you do not need to worry about where you sleep, how big you make your campfire and whether you will wake up in the morning. I should have known it was too much to hope for, trouble seems to find us where ever we go. But I will not be daunted by this, we are going to stand together in this, taking comfort in the knowledge that we will come out on the other side of yet another crisis and the gods have mercy on anyone getting in our way. Now it is Shiro, before that the charr, we escaped the charr scourge to be faced with the challenge of rebuilding, dealing with politics and intrigues. This is the life we have to deal with, getting in the way of the life we want. I wish things could be simple, I wish I could lay down responsibilities to all the people around us, only focusing on what is truly important. Some days it feels like the conflicts within me is tearing me apart, but ultimately I cannot lay down these burdens, I only hope she will forgive me for this.

The forest is oddly quiet......

I know they are out there, like us they are waiting for the light of dawn, then we will be back at it, trying to avoid fighting, trying to accomplish yet another task to honor an agreement that were forced upon us. This land is a strange one, tomorrow we will continue our search for the three people we were sent out to find, they seem to have volunteered to be part of some strange ceremony or sacrifice. I will not presume to understand how these people think, their culture seems frozen in time, oddly archaic, but still so very rich. Under different circumtances I would have loved to walk among these people and learn of their culture. But now...... now i just want it all to disappear.

The forest is oddly quiet...

I should be sleeping, but i am not, instead i sit here by the fire, there are no plans in my mind, no thoughts circulating.

The forest is oddly quiet...

In the silence of my mind i only hear the small sounds she makes in her sleep now and then. I should be sleeping but I am not, i sit here, by the fire, watching her sleep. A moment out of time, such a brief moment, I sit here watching and i am at peace.

The forest is oddly quiet...

- Lucas

[S] The damned alliance

erah — Sun Sep 10, 2006 7:49 pm

Author: erah

Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 7:49 pm

Cain enters the chamber to find Ret deep at work. For a moment he stands at the doorway quietly, watching and admireing the necromancer at work. There are few people in the world who hold Cains respect, but Ret and her devotion to her work wore one of those.

"Ahem"

"I have a leter here, you should read"

Cain hands Myrnas letter to Ret

"...She might proven usefull in training the students to gain higher Rank...specially the gifted ones"

[J] Sheena Ko the clumsy assasin

NightMare — Sat Sep 09, 2006 4:27 pm

Author: NightMare

Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 4:27 pm

Part 6 ''A break and a new friend''

The sun got up on another new day for Sheena, shining in her face waking her up. She slowly opened her eye's, she got up bumbing her head against a tree branch making her fall back on the ground. With a moan and cursing the branch for being there, she slowly got back up. Picking up some bread from one of her bags for breakfast, she looked around wondering where Ret was. Still tired from her training she sat down on a nearby rock, slowly munching on her bread she looked around again if there was any sign of Ret. Something catched her attention, she saw a note on her backpack, slowly getting up from the rock, she slowly walked to her pack and grabbed the note.

''Sorry Sheena, but i have some important matters that i need to do. I do not know for how long i will be away, i will see you once i am done. And dont do foolish things
Take care.

Ret.''

''As ever straight to the point huh...'' Sheena mumbled in herself. ''I wonder if she could talk or wright something a bit less straight to the point, and what the hell did she ment with ''dont do foolish things''!?. Oh well, gives me some time to get some new armour!'' she said with much joy in her voice. She fell in love with the kurzick armour some days ago when she saw someone running around with a kurzick designed armour, and already saved up the needed fonds for it by doing some small jobs for people when Ret wasnt around. After finishing her breakfast, and cleaning her face up a bit, she prepared herself for the yourney to the Armoury. She grabbed a map from her backpack to see wich way she needed to go. After a few moments of thinking and ponder she sighed. ''Damn, i aint really good in map reading...'' futher mumbling the directions she had to go in herself, she left and started the travel to the armoury.

After a some minutes of traveling, she reached the borderline of the kurzick forest. ''Aborstone hmm? gues im still going the right way.'' looking a bit puzzled at the map and then to the name sign on the border of the forest. Ret told her once not to go alone in the forest because of the wardens that live there. But sheena didnt really cared, she only thought of her soon new armour, she would dodge the warden if she saw one. After another few minutes of travel, she stopped at a place she seen before. A moment later she realised she was at the same spot where she met Ret for the first time. Looking back at her map again she thought to herself ''Then House zu heltzer should be close, gues im good at dodging wardens''.

After another few minutes of travel, she arrived at her first destination, House Zu heltlzer. She walked a bit around to take a look at the place, it was the first time she got into this place. ''Wow, this place is pretty big'' She stopped a moment, then opened her eye's somewhat better. ''Oooh, there are some cute guys around here'' finishing with a giggle and a big smile, and walked on, seeing if she could see more interesting people. ''Thats a cute one...thats a cute one, oh thats another cute one. Why didnt i came here before?!'' her head still turning around, checking for other people, she suddenly saw a merchant. He was as pale as milk, with blood stained eye's and old, grey hair and a few nasty scars on his face and a few spiders roaming around on his old coat. Sheena's face herself suddenly became as pale as the face of the merchant. ''Eww, now i remember!'' and she quickly went back into the forest, off to her final destination.

''Oh crap!, i think im lost!'' Sheena sighed, and sat down against a tree for a moment. She took a totally wrong turn when she left house zu heltzer and was lost after a long time running in a never seeming to end forest. ''Damn map aint helping much either'' she looked frustrated at the map. ''Gues ill just go a direction and see where i get.'' Randomly picking, she went on her way again. After a few minutes of running around, she looked a bit around her while running to see if anything at all could help her. However, because she didnt payed attention to what was in front of her, she smacked with a big blow with her forehead against a branch from one of the tree's. And felt down hard on the earth knocking her unconscious.

A few minutes later.

''Ooooh, w..what the HELL was that?!'' Sheena awoke again, cursing in every langauge she knew while she was at it. She felt with her hand at her forehead. She could feel a big wound on her head, and moved her hand on the back of her head where she fell down, there was a big wound there as well. She could feel some blood flowing down from her wounds and started to panic when the pain started to rise, untill she heard something and froze. Her vision wasnt fully returned from the blow, but she was sure she heared something. Two seconds later when the blurr started to vanish rapidly, she was looking straight in the face of a single curious warden. Her eye's wide open of fear, because this was the first time seeing one, and being to close to one. They stared at eachother for a few seconds in silence, making no movement before Sheena couldnt handle it anymore and screamed out in fear. The warden thinking it was some sort of war-cry thinking she was going to attack him. Her returned the favour with a war-cry of his own, and was getting his weapon above his head, to make a blow on Sheena with his hammer. She closed her eye's thinking of the worse was going to happen. But she suddenly heard a female voice talking something out loud, soon followed by a painfull cry of the warden, she opened her eye's again to see the warden running away. Extremly suprised, she looked to the other side. She saw a female running towards her. Before being able to thank the mysterious women who just saved her life, the women interupted her. ''Oh my god, your wounded! no worries, i can patch you up in now time!'' She didnt knew the women, but she nodded in return.
Within no time she already had bandage around her head covering both wounds making sure the bleeding stopped and some strange feeling within her, taking away the pain of the wounds. ''There...'' She said with a relieved voice ''You lost some blood so take it easy ok?'' ending with a smile.

Sheena looked up to the women. ''Thank you so much, you saved my life there. Can i ask you your name?'' The women nodded with a smile ''Dont worry about it, im glad i could save someones life, and my friends call me Dee.'' ''I am Sheena, nice to meet you Dee.'' ''You got in a pretty big fight with that warden or something? Those wounds are pretty big, you should be more carefull.'' Dee said with a little worry in her voice. ''No, im very clumsy, heh, see that branch?'' she pointed at the branch ''Thats the cause im afraid.'' Dee made a slight laughter. ''Not that im not thankfull, but what are you doing here in these woods Dee?'' Sheena stood up. ''Im traveling to the armoury, but uh...heh, i think im lost''. ''Oh really? i was heading there as well, but i got lost as well. I have this map...but im not very good at reading it, its made by someone i know, but i cant really make my way out of it.'' showing the map to Dee with a puzzeld face. ''Hmm, this handwriting looks familiair...Who made this map Sheena?''. ''Oh someone i know, she calls herself Ret.'' With a suprised look on her face, she looked at Sheena. ''Ah, so your the one who is getting trained by her, i was wondering when i would meet her ''student'', Ret is one of my best friends, hmm shall we get moving to the armoury then? im quite excited about getting my new armour.''

They traveld trough the forest together, talking about how Sheena got to Ret, and what she thought of the training untill Dee suddenly interupted the conversation. ''Be quiet Sheena, i think i heared something up ahead.'' They slowly walked to where the sound came from and looked trough the dense amount of tree's and branches, to keep there self hidden to anything what made that sound. They saw a lone warden up ahead, clearly having pain, it was the same warden from before. ''Oh, its the same one, we can kill it, its alone, and i want some revenge for scaring the hell out of me!'' Sheena whisperd to Dee. ''And you are getting trained by Ret?'' Dee asked. Sheena took it somewhat offensive ''Although im getting trained, i can still fight you know!''. ''I didnt mean that Sheena, I am meaning, I doubt that Ret teaches you to kill other creatures out of revenge, so lets leave the poor creature tend to its wounds, it already sufferd enough. Lets go some other way.'' Dee walked the other way, while Sheena took a quick look at the warden and sighed, and then followed behind Dee. ''So you know the way dont you Dee?'' ''How should i know? didnt you had the map?'' ''I thought you had it...'' They stared at eachother for a moment and sighed. They decided after some argueing that it would probelly be better to keep moving. They went into a random way, hoping they would meet someone, or something that could give a clue of where to go. ''Argh, it all looks the same around here!'' Sheena moaned.

After a good three hour of running around the forest they finnally made it to the armoury, they could almost feel there new armour. ''Pfew finnally we made it, im exhuisted!'' Dee said with a tiresome sigh. ''Told you we should have taken the second three left, and then to the right!'' Sheena responded. ''Not my fault these tree's all look the same to me!'' Dee said in return. They argued while walking into the place, untill they saw the sign ''Armour'' with a big arrow sending them to the right direction. ''Finnally! A map i can read!'' sheena said with a relieved voice. A few minutes later they already saw the man gaurding to what seemed to be the entrance into some cave like entrance.

''What is it?'' The gaurdsmen shouted at them. ''Take it easy..we just want to get some armour down here.'' The gaurd looked at both for a moment, and stepped aside making a gesture with his hand wich leading them into the cave. They walked down a long stairway untill they reached a great and huge hall filled with all types of merchandise, armour pieces, shields, weapons, everything. Although there was more then enough crafted metal around, they didnt see any life in the hall. ''Gues we will have to wait untill someone shows up'' Dee said with patience, Sheena wasnt really in the mood for waiting ''I have traveld for over 5 hours, knocked myself countless times on stupid brances out of nowhere, scared the hell out of me by some warden, and been playing pathfinding the last 2 hours, ooooh no, im trough with waiting. Hello?!'' Sheena shouted to no one. ''Anyone there! you got customers!''

''Hold yer beards! im coming, im coming!'' A small dwarf passed around the corner. He barely reached the chest of Sheena in his total length, had a tall beard down to its big belly. He smelled to ale, but seemingly a happy person with a big dwarven accent. Sheena never seeing a dwarf before was a bit shocked ''Wow, your small!''. ''Aye im a dwarf ya see, i might not be tall, or mighty, but by the huge beard that i have, i can beat anyone with ale drinking!'' ending with a big laughter. Dee gave a smile to the dwarf ''Ive seen your kind before, your a long way from home though. And im sure your ale drinking is...impressive, we actually came to get some armour here. The dwarf looked up to Dee and Sheena ''Ya have money and amber, and ya got a armour lad, but i aint cheap ya know! My smiting skills are great! almost as great as my ale drinking skills''. ''Yep we got money, and amber. We heard you were expensive so we got plenty of it!'' Dee said in response. ''Great great! now i need to know yer sizes, and what armour style ya want and ill have it done shorter then ya can grow a beard!''

The dwarf started to measure up there sizes for the armour. After he was finished with the sizes, and got his money and amber, he headed to the back of the hall. ''Ya'll wait here while ill be crafting the armour for ya, feel free to take some ale if ya wish, its included in the price, just dont drink it all ya hear?!'' Dee and Sheena sat down on the chairs near a table in the corner of the hall. Sheena looked at the ale for a moment and turned back to Dee. ''Hey Dee, what is ''ale''? Ret never told me about it before.'' Dee turned her attention to Sheena, while the sound of hammering on metal echo'd trough the hall, together with some typical bar singing from the dwarf coming from the back of the hall. ''Ret probelly never told you about it because she doesnt want you to drink it. It gives you some strange effect, making you feel happy for a moment. But its poison for your mind really, if you drink to much of it, it will give you alot of pain in the head.'' The two talked on for another two hours or so, waiting for the dwarf to finish the armours while talking about general things about Cantha, and the to sheena, unknown land of Tyria.

After all the waiting, the armour was done and the dwarf with a big smile on his face walked back to the two with the crafted armours. ''There ya go, fine piece's of work if i do say so myself. Fine, soft and light, but yet sturdy and strong armour for the lady with the pretty smile.'' He gave Dee her parts of a fine crafted and soft armour made by the finest leather. ''And some heavy and strong, but yet flexible armour for the other lady, i have added the blades to the armour, as ya requested.'' And gave Sheena her armour with a big smile. They both nodded and thanked him. ''Well, what ya waiting for? try them on! ya can change clothings in the corner of there.'' Making a gesture to a corner to the back, wich apperantly was the changing room. They changed there clothes, putting on there new and still fresh armour. ''Wow, nicely done dwarf, its a perfect fit and i love it!'' Sheena said wich great joy in her voice. Dee came out with her new armour. ''Indeed, nicely done its fits perfectly, and how do i look?''`ending with a very happy smile.

They walked out of the armoury, waving at the happy smith who was waving them out and thanking them for the job. After a small talk about how good there armours looked, they went out of the armoury and back in the forest. ''Umh...you do know the way this time do you?'' Sheena asked with a little nervous voice. ''Afcourse!'' With a cheery and confident voice Dee anwserd, ''i bought a good map from the smith! this time, we wont get lost!'' Sheena nodded and headed back to house zu heltzer to buy some food and drink, wich was near empty after there trip. However, after an hour of traveling around in the forest, dodging any warden or other creature they have seen, Sheena asked Dee, ''So how far is it?'' Dee turned to Sheena, putting her right hand behind her head, rubbing her hair a bit, putting up a small smile and a bit of a ashamed voice.

''I think we are lost...hehe...''

[S, RP:open] Letters to...

Escreon — Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:10 am

Author: Escreon

Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:10 am

Quote:

I aplogise for leaving for all this time without telling anyone.
Suffice to say, I'm back now. I don't plan to disappear in the immediate future.

--Escreon

[C] Arwen Of Elves

Simina Di Auste — Sun Aug 20, 2006 12:57 pm

Author: Simina Di Auste

Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 12:57 pm

History: Arwen's family died when she was young, as they were killed by a group of Dark Elves, Arwen, being a wood Elf, grew up in a clan of Wood Elves and soon rose to the ranks of Leading them, one day, a group of Dark Elves were raiding a broken boat, Arwen and her clan were nearby in the trees, seeing the boat being a Wood Elven one, they fired arrows from the trees, killing all the Dark Elves. With the Dark Elves later chasing after Arwen, her home was deemed unsafe and she was sent to explore Cantha and Tyria.

Description: Arwen normally wears her black cloak and hood around Tyria and Cantha, to keep away from the Dark Elven eye. Most people around Shing Jea think of her as suspicious, for what she wears and for having her bow and arrows strapped on her back and a sword inside her cloak