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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 2:48 pm
((I doen't matter much, I fixed it anyway so may we continue with the rp??
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 7:07 am
((I will, I saw your fix but I am very very busy with College so I don't always have a lot of time to post and I do watch a ton of anime, and not the crappy dubbed anime but the real japanese stuff, and still I have yet to see a sword 2 feet WIDE))
Luuva heard gasps and screams coming from behind them, from the area that the mortal had threatened the elves. Trouble!
"My Prince" she says in a quick, formal voice, as she was oft to do when they were in public "I must insist we move a little quicker" Seere looks over his shoudler with a nod, and with whispered elven words Nique and Kahar move into a brick trot, causing any on teh street to have to step quickly out of teh way.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 12:38 pm
Unphased by the trotting horses that came by he sat down at an open street bar and orderd a stiff ale. "Make it a double." He said as he looked down and his Tiger who had lay'd down facing the street to look around. Arigoth set his elbows on the counter and hid his face in his hands.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 8:51 am
Finally, but not soon enough for Luuva, they reached the Spirit Den. Seere slips the stable boy a gold and hands him his reins before walking briskly with his head held high inside. Luuva follows with a chuckle. No one who saw him would guess he was really shy, quiet and easy going. his father had trained him well when it came to faking royalty. She had to stifle a giggle. She really disliked the current king, and waited tensely for the day Diandriel would take the throne. Those would be days to remember. Inside Seere approaches the bare keep, lowering his voice to a whisper/ "Is my sister staying here?" he asks. Taharl nods "But she left earlier, probably to visist her mare. She should be back soon, I notived she left her bow behind!" Seere nods. Good. Diandriel never went out long without her bow. 'we will take the rooms next to her then" Taharl nods and Seere slips another gold across the counter and Taharl hands over two silver keys. "Live long, my prince" Taharl murmers before turing to another customer. Many of the elves in Crossroads were from the Emerald Wood, and were loyal to it in many ways. But, like Luuva they could not stand the current king, and waited desperatly for teh day he stepped down. Or was thrown down.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 12:19 pm
The street bartender sat two tall Ale's infront of Arigoth, "So where did ya learn to do that?" The Bartender placing both hands on the counter infront of Arigoth.
Arigoth raised his head grabbed a hold of one of the glasses and sets it on the ground, the tiger started to drink out of it quickly. Arigoth took ahold of the second one and raised it to his lips, "Learn what?" He said as started to drink it.
"You know, making your sword heat up and all." The Bartender said smiling.
Arigoth finished the Ale set 5 peices of Gold on the counter along with the other glasses from the ground. "I don't know what your talking about sir. " Arigoth said as he got up as he started to walk to the Spirit Den where he was stay'n.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 1:28 pm
Luuva took the keys from Seere, as well as the Prince's pack. She stepped quickly and lightly up the stairs and into one of the two rooms, placing their packs on the bed. She kept three of her hidden daggers around her body though. Pity, that they couldn't be safe even in the Spirit Den. She leaves and locks the doors heading back down the stairs. Seere had secured a table and two glasses of honeyed wine, a favorite drink of the Royal family and one often served at the palace. Since Luuva and her elder brother Turin spent a lot of time in the palace she had grown quite used to the drink. She settles herself down on the bench across from the Prince and takes a sip, sighing with pleasure as teh cool liquid slides down her parched throat. Even as she relaxes, she is keeping wary eyes on the crowd, some of which were giving the elven prince sideways looks. It was common knowledge that High Prince Seere rarely left the woods, and she knew it was likley many would see it as an opportunity not to be wasted.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 2:35 pm
Arigoth emerged through the doors of the Spirit Den the innkeeper nodded in hello as he walked though the door. Arigoth returned the friendly look, however Arigoths look was slightly more depressed then the innkeepers look. Arigoth started to walk up towards his room with his tiger at his heels.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 6:54 pm
Luuva's keen gaze see's teh stranger enter. he was the one from before, from teh street. But his ears. Hah! So he was of elven kind! That explained a lot. Even so, she would have to have a work with him later. But she wan't about to leave Seere in this room full of hostile glances. Perhaps he would return to the lounge later. Her green eyes follow him as he walks through before she turns back to her wine. Well, that would save her teh trouble of having to track him down later.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 2:00 pm
Arigoth stopped short of the stairs to the second floor of the inn. He glanced behind him at the two elves sitting at the table. "Those two from the street, I'll have to watch them." He thought to himself, as he thought this the Tiger started to growl at the two, "Ryku" Arigoth said sternly. Obeying Arigoth's command Ryku stopped growling and started to proded up the steps slyly as a cat normaly would walk. Arigoth followed behind him up the steps and to his room. Ryku went and layed down under the window of the room in the shadow of the wall underneath the window. Ariogth took his chainmail off and set the sword he had next to it's twin with the rest of his gear. He sat down at the chair and table that was in his room and he took out a bottle of his own mixture of liquor and a glass and sat and started to drink a glass of his mixture.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:57 am
Seere motions with his head towards the stairs. "He wan't from the Wood!" he states. The Emerald Wood was a tight knit community and if that elf had been from the Wood Seere and Luuva would have recognised him easily. Luuva nods her agreement "He didn't look even slightly familar. He must be from closer to Ruby Peaks" she takes another sip of her wine. "Your going to speak to him right?" Seere asks. Truly, it should have been spoken as an order instead of a question, but Seere had never been comfortable ordering Luuva around. Luuva nods again "of course. Very few elves that arn't from the Wood come here. Even fewer know about the Spirit Den. I would also like to know why he jumped to confront the mortal with the dagger. He seems to be an interesting character"
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 1:28 pm
Arigoth pours another glass as he sits in thought of the scuffle he had in the street, "I hate killing humans." He says to himself, "That move was unecessay." He says to himself as he downs the liquid and pours another glass. Ryku layed half usleep in the cool shade of the wall.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 1:49 pm
(I'm gonna take a little break to get some fresh ideas, maybe a couple days I'm not really sure)
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 9:41 pm
The afternoon sun kisses Aluure's upturned face as she waits for her brother to return from his hunt. Her hands absently grazing over the tips of the grass surrounding her. The small blades seem to grow and arch toward her hand with each passing. It wasn't noticeable on a glance, but after 10 minutes of her having been doing this, the grass under the sweep of her hand was definitely longer than the patches around her by a good inch. He returns. a deep voice seems to whisper to her. Opening her green eyes, she turns her head, the golden burst of colour in her eyes sparkle with joy. Moments later a tall form emerges from the tree line. With one last caress of the grass, Aluure gets up and runs over. Her face wreathed in welcoming smiles. Stopping a few paces away, she clasps her hands behind her back and teases, "find anything?"
The tall figure glares halfheartedly at Aluure. Grunting as he hefts the deer off his shoulders and onto the ground, he crouches by his kill panting slightly. Taking out a dagger, he continues to glare even as he spins the dagger in one hand. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger flies from his hand to stab the dead deer in the neck. With a sarcastic lift of his brow his deep voice rumbles out, "no, nothing at all. I guess you go hungry tonight." Seeing her face fall, his own face softens and he reaches out to ruffles her golden hair. Wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his arm, he grabs hold of the hilt of the dagger he threw and slices down. "Don't worry Ray, I won't starve you. You're too skinny as it is." he says as he begins dressing the deer. Just as Kelva is about to finish making their dinner, Aluure comes rushing over to him. Fear widening her eyes and blanching her face.
"Orcs coming from the southwest." At her words, Kelva's face hardens as he tosses the few cups of water they had to douce the fire. Just as the smoke curls darkly, the crash of pounding feet reach Aluure's ears. Swinging around to the sound, Evilly grinning faces of 4 orcs emerge from tree line. They says something in their tongue, but Aluure is unable to understand it. Kelva must have for he spoke a foul word in Elvish, and then shouted something in orcish. The orcs responded with aggressive growls and unsheathing of their axes and other various weapons. Looking at her brother, she witnessed the smile she hated. The smile that said he was going to have fun. Sure the job they took to find a thief hadn't been very adventurous for him so far, but then Aluure was one not with a taste for violence. Her brother on the other hand... Kelva straightens up with his eyes hooded with the glint in his eye. As the grin creeps up his face the orcs come running. It happened so fast. Horrified but concerned, Aluure couldn't help but watch as her brother rushes forward. Lithe body tilted forward as his twin swords come to sing. His blades clash with the first orc's. The sound of his swords fill the clearing as he cuts them down one to two at a time. The rhythm of them musical. The whisper and resonating ring of metal on metal, the zing of them swinging through the air. Watching Kelva was like watching a dancer perform. When the battle ends, all that was standing was a panting blood splattered Kelva in an almost picturesque battle stance.
Over too quickly... wasn't much fun. Damn it. Well at least one of them seemed above a grunt. Wonder what they were doing in such a small number. As he lowers his swords he slashes the air sharply and droplets of orc blood spray from his blades onto the blood stained ground. Looking over at his sister, her fingers in white knuckled fists as she huddles by the still smoking fire, he says a quick apology to the Goddess Earth in his mind. Swords still dripping at his side he takes a step towards Aluure, but as he does so, pain in his back steals his breath. Even as he fell to one knee he knew his beloved sister was rushing over to him. Her hands gentle and swift as she searches for the wound. He hadn't even known one of them had actually landed a full shot he had been so immersed in the battle. When her fingers find the gash, it stings. Hissing, he flinches away from her probing fingers.
Frowning at her brother's usual reaction to getting hurt and needing tending, she shakes her head and smacks him on the side of his head. "Stop complaining and squirming. Let me just look at it Kel! It's doesn't look long but it does seem deep if it's causing you enough pain to have you fall." She says more to herself as she thinks out loud. "The gash doesn't look like it hit anything vital, thank goodness for your ribs being as stubborn as you... WILL YOU STOP GROWLING?!?! Lay down!" she commands and tugs on his hair for good measure. With a defiant grumble Kel lays on his front and rests his head on his crossed arms and balefully glares at the nearest blade of grass he could see clearly. Her hands were still shaking as she places them above his wound. He had gotten other smaller cuts but this one was by far the worst of them all. His leather armor and tunic took most of the cuts as seen from the fresh new holes and marring of the material. But she had seen the blood freeing blow and had watched as it seemed to not faze him during battle. You truly are son of Morambath... Shaking her head, she closes her eyes and focuses on re-knitting the wound. It was painstakingly slow work and Kel being twitchy didn't help. After several minutes go by, sweat was beaded on her forehead. Her first thought when she opened her eyes was, it's too deep for me to heal completely. He needs more help than I can give right now. Smoothing her hands over the pink and puckering flesh of his wound, she purses her lips and says softly. "We should find that town you said was close by. I'm running out of holy water and my stash of--"
"It's too deep isn't it?" he interrupts. When she doesn't respond, Kel swears under his breath and slowly sits back up. Retrieving his swords from the ground, he gives them a quick wipe and re-sheathes them. His back was stiff and knew from the strain around Aluure's eyes that it was indeed deep. "Hope you didn't out do yourself from healing me of the scratch. Crossroads is still a few hours walk from here." When she gingerly gets up, Kel knew she already went slightly past her limit. With a shake of his head he slices a few chunks of the meat and wraps them some cloth. Looking at the rest of the meat he sighs, "such a waste..." Looking at the four corpses a smile tips one side of his mouth. Well the beasts will be eating well tonight. Stiffly going to his sister, they support each other and make their way slowly.
((sorry for the long post of rping with myself...I even shortened the battle T-T but... yeah... thought I needed to give abit of a taste of my chars and a few ways of getting my chars into the town and such. Again sorry ^_^;;; I just couldn't stop the flow T-T))
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 7:34 am
((YAY!!! more rping with--- myself...? oh.....))
With her brother propped up by her slight frame, Aluure murmurs encouragement. He was starting to burn up. Something must have gotten into the wound. Or the orc blades were tipped with something. She didn't want to think her brother had been poisoned. A shiver of panic curls around her throat thinking about the possibility of losing Kelva. As she draws closer to the town, the lights inside becoming beacons that didn't seem to be coming closer very fast. Gritting her teeth she desperately tries to summon the strength to haul her ever heavier and feverish brother. I really wish Mother was here. She'd be able to heal him... Please let the healer of this city be awake... please... She prays to whichever God would listen. Brushing her cheek on Kelva's slumped head hoping to give and gather some comfort, but his burning skin against her cheek only gave her more urgency to her feet.
Can't believe this... So weak... Must stay awake... Sister... Protect.. have to... Kelva's thoughts going slightly choppy, he too grits his teeth as he tries to clear the fogginess of his mind. His head felt cloudy, his back a twinging mess, his throat parched, and his very skin felt foreign and crawling. Dimly aware that Aluure was rubbing her cheek on his temple, he at least is comforted slightly smelling his sister's familiar scent. Grass and sunshine. Can't die... have to protect her... always needed protecting... His sluggish steps firm up a little as his mind and stubborn streak give him some determination to keep living. His father would beat him black and blue should anything happen to Aluure. Heck, he'd beat himself up black and blue... ah the power of a female...
Finally in town, Aluure realizes too late she had forgotten to lift their hoods. Place after place would slam their doors in their faces before they even came close enough to ask for help. Thankfully the Gods took pity on them and a scowling woman spitefully spits out "Go to the Den. It be the only place willing to harbour you queer folk! The Gods only know why he'd want business from you lot... Trouble.. All of ya! TROUBLE!" As the hurtful woman's shouts ring down the dark street, Aluure curses her forgetfulness. Approaching the building with the sign 'Spirit Den' Aluure hopes this is the "Den" the woman had been talking about. Hearing laughter from inside, the warm glow of a fire and the smell of ale and cooked meats. Steeling herself she nudges the door open and hopes...
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