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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 3:06 pm
waving back to his greeter, he responded, "my name is Ephemere, Eph will suffice."
taking the bowl offered to him with a slight nod, "thank you, and to what name should i call you?" he asked, while keeping an eye on the soldier playing with the knife
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:03 pm
Alantha blinks at the three males and nods slowly. "I am the one that vanished, and yes, I am a bit of a mage, and thank you Cyn'gus" She slowly sits down near the fire and holds onto her blanket tightly. "I am sorry about that..I have a bit of a gift that often gets me in trouble."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:10 pm
namidar rubbed his chin a bit and smiled "y'know since u are a bit of a mage you want to help me work on enchanting a few blades there is one in it for you if you want" he knew she was having a rough time and figured something to make her think would get her mind off her troubles he stopped tossing around the blade he had in his hands and pulls out a long sword covered in glyphs and symbols some were in dwarfish but others in drow (i cant remember the name of the drow language)
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 2:00 pm
The girl sat listening to everyone interact and had to resist the laughter welling up in her throat. The people were becoming more open and it reminded her a little bit of her home. She heard the one named Namidar speak and muttered under her breath, "How could she turn down a deal like that? The metal smells like it has been worked only once or twice and the blades sound balanced from what I've heard...."
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 4:32 pm
Alantha thinks on that and nods. "Sure, I would be more then happy to help." She picks the weapon up and looks it over. "What do you want me to do with it, I can add different abilities to it."
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 7:39 pm
The girl sighed and stood, stretching her arms out to determine where she could move. Her body was slowly growing stiff from sitting in one spot too long. 'I would stretch here, but with all these elves.... I don't know.' She frowned a bit before picking up the dagger and tapping it, slowly making her way out of camp.
When she reached the edge of the camp, her blade hitting solid canvas, she relaxed and pulled her hair around over her shoulder. A pair of butterfly-like wings unfolding from her back where the hair covered. "Much better..... I don't need them to freeze over," she whispered to herself. A content sigh escaped as she walked around, careful not to hit anything, her wings stretching as she stretched her legs.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:19 pm
”Eph it shall be then, welcome. I am Cyn’gus” the emissary replied back to the visitor, noticing that he was looking at the many weapons the traveler he entered camp with was carrying.
When Alantha spoke up, he turned his attention back to her direction, strode over to the place where she was sitting and took a seat next to her.
”I was only worried that something sinister happened to you when you left the camp. We can discuss what happened whenever you are comfortable with sharing. Please continue to rest until we can better tend to your wound” Cyn’gus explained, watching the girl pull the blanket closer around her.
Soon, light conversation began again, and the emissary listened as Alantha and the blacksmith discussed the possible enchantment of one of his swords; in particular a very elegantly shaped blade with inscriptions in dwarfish and drow. That’s an interesting paring, he thought.
Roesor, who had been engaged in the conversation at the fire, slowly rose and moved away from the group again. I wonder if she is hearing another noise outside of camp, he thought. He watched her walk out to the edge of the camp, then stop next to the provisions tent.
Perhaps she will be more willing to open up in a conversation without the others around, Cyn’gus thought. Rising from his spot near the fire, he bowed slightly as the others continued in conversation and traced the path that the young girl took to the edge of the camp. Just as he neared the spot where she stood, she began to stretch, and to his surprise, wings unfolded from behind her small frame.
”A gelfling?” He gasped, and then realized he may have made his comment loud enough for her sensitive ears to catch.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:28 pm
The girl froze, her wings quickly drawing back in as she turned to face the voice of the salt-smelling elf. "You're imagining things," she said in a slightly harsh tone. "The Gelfling race is dead... Everybody knows that." She pulled her hair back, letting it fall in place down her back, and smirked in his general direction. All the while, her mind was moving in circles. 'An elf that knows what a gelfling is.... Great...'
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:59 pm
Knowing that he may have happened on her identity by mistake, he was careful with wording his response.
”Perhaps they are… but that is only because no one has seen one in the present age. I doubt many have seen the wood elves that live in the forest just right over there, but that doesn’t mean they are extinct, or that even one of their wardens is not keeping an eye on us right now. But...”, Cyn’gus began as he strode over the edge of the camp, looking out at the forest, ”…there are several races I have never had the honor of meeting. I think I would be quite lucky to ever meet a gelfling though.”
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 2:13 am
The girl frowned a bit more. He was not supposed to see what she was. 'How do you even know of the gelfling? Her voice was cold, but a hint of curiosity slipped into the words. She was curious how someone like this elf that continually smelled like a human's port knew about the nearly dead race. So few gelfling had survived the attacks by stronger races that him having met one seemed quite unlikely. She frowned as some hair got caught in her wings; stubbornness, the only thing keeping her from unfolding them again. "Well?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 2:58 am
namidar looked down at the longsword and pondered for a bit "Well this one is good i just like showing off my sword, it is my masterpiece"he then pulled out a few scimitars and a small dagger with a strange groove down the blade "these ones though i didn't have time to put in the inscriptions on them as i forged them so can you do a the usual enchantments on these you know strength and such"
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 8:58 am
Alantha nods and picks up one of the daggers. She moves her hand over it slowly, whispering softly. The metal of the blade started to glow lightly and after a few words the glow fades into the blade itself. "There.."
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:10 pm
"alrught then now heres a question for you how do you fight?, other than magic of course if you were forced to use a weapon" he shrugged "i figure its better to have a blade to fit your fighting style" he handed her a scimitar to enchant
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 3:38 pm
The subtle flow of magick buzzes through the air and makes Cyn’gus’ ears twitch. He casually looks over his shoulder and sees Alantha’s hands glowing over a set of daggers the blacksmith visitor presented to her. He watches with interest for a few moments before he hears a question from the gelfling girl, which causes him to return his attention to the outskirts of the camp and the discussion they were having.
”Well…”, he thought for a moment before answering,”…I think I remember hearing about them in stories when I was just a child. What stuck with me the most is how the girls had wings… If it were not for that detail , I think the name ‘gelfling’ would have left my memory ages ago” he finished with a smile he knew she could hear rather than see.
”… and I don’t think I imagined what I saw just a moment ago… but your secret is safe with me, I won’t mention it to the others.”With that, he took a deep breath of the fresh cool forest air and then turned to begin the short walk back to the campfire.
”Please don’t stray too far from the fire… I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold” Cyn’gus called over his shoulder as he walked back.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 4:20 pm
"Well, when I had to fight in Melee-Magthere I used a two handed sword, I found it to my liking." Alantha takes the scimitar and looks it over for a moment. She runs her hand over it slowly, wondering what she could put into the weapon. "But, I try not to fight, I can if I need to, but if I can use my magic to get me out of trouble then I'll use that before a sword."
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