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 Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 2:30 pm
::Look of complete wonderment during the lightshow, then slightly relaxes when he sits back down. cocks her head and thinks a moment:: So that would explain all of the dream comments you have made. Wait a minute ::a look of realization, and she stands up:: You're the reason why I had that dream when I came in ::wagging a finger at him. glares at him for a moment and then seems to run out of energy and sits down:: oh well, I guess the spirits, gods, celestines whatever you creatures want to be called, has to get entertainment somehow. So, what is this price you are thinking of.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 2:40 pm
::He nods fully accepting every bit of the blame.::
I am, I am.
::And then she asks his price.::
Its simple, though for some its the hardest in the world. I ask for....your forgiveness.
::He nods and looks down to his hands scooping up two balls of sand, on in his left and one in his right, the right quickly fades to black icky sand. And he tosses the two balls between each hand smashing them together and blending them into one swirling ball.::
You see, I was trying to get a bit of work done between the lunch and dinner rushes and you trotted in.
::His hands seperate and the balls begin to sift and seperate. But the shift is not direct its violent, and two sides thrash wildly trying to seperate.::
I sort the bad and the good dreams and try to make sure the right dream reaches the right person and gives them the right motivation for the right situation.
::He smiles and nods a bit.::
But sometimes in trying to pry these two apart, pieces fly hither and tither and then well it makes a general mess. You stepped in just as I was swirling the nightmares and terrors. Terrors are and uncontrollable, they latch onto whatever curious mind is closest and...well...there you were.
::The two scoops of sand swirl and fly back behind him into the pile on the floor.::
I am sincerely sorry.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 2:45 pm
Due to your admittance of the event and you seem to be genuinely sorry, I do forgive you. Magic is hardly a certain thing at times and it is understandable for some of it to go awry. I do have one question for you, which might lead to one more; but, do you affect all dreams or just the dreams on this world?
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 2:49 pm
::He thought for an moment, with a sparkle in his eye.::
All.
::He folds his arms across his chest and rubs the side of his face.::
I am a living loophole to the faith rule, people may not believe in me, but they do believe in my work. Who can deny they have dreams?
::He leans forward a bit.::
Why?
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 2:54 pm
The dreams I remember. I thought they were only dreams, but some say they are links to past lives, both mine and others. Which are they? If you're needing an example, the one dream I told you I remembered. I dreamt I was a reptilian shapechanger. I tracked down a memory walker and we went back into my memory for a clearer view. We saw it, but was this just a clearer view of the dream or was it myself being linked to someone else's life?
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 3:02 pm
You see a Nagah, you see yourself in her shoes and your wondering how or why you have these visions?
::He folds his arms across his chest.::
Let me ask you this, I know their were tragic events on Earth in recent history, but have you ever sent a letter, or message to someone without actually handing it to them?
::It was like trying to explain the concept of a sunset's color spectrum to a blind man.::
There was a whole service for this purpose called the postal service, have you heard of it?
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 3:05 pm
Yeess, ::looking very confused:: I vaguely remember someone mentioning such a thing. Today we send such things by spirits. It can be expensive but it works very well.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 3:12 pm
Well...
::He says with a smile.::
...Dreams can be the same. Dreams are our way of communicating to you what you need to know, or what you need to know. I remember that dream, Gaia kept sending it. The sisters were really persistent. She wrote the letter, I delivered it.
::He leans in a bit closer to her ear and whispers::
I did take a peak at the letter.
::And then leaned back on his stool::
But thats our little secret, I can tell you this. There is "something" she really wants you to do. Something...south of the Mythral Mountains...
::Wink. He winked just a bit. Not a "I want in your pants" wink, but rather a "Heres some candy, dont tell mom" type of smirk.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 3:17 pm
::the small secretive smile crept back to her lips, and she winked in return:: of course. ::she ate the last of the food in silence and actually ate everything:: those three cups of coffee should keep me up for a while. thank you for the talk and I will be more careful when I walk in here.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 3:21 pm
Oh indeed.
::He smiled and waved. A bit of a rush came in and he was doing his best to whip up all the food he could, whislt the B kitchen was under repair. And after she was done, he would smile and nod and slide her dishes into the sink. But he had a final bit of advice.::
You'll be up for a few days, but I suggest spending most of the night in your room, or someplace safe. Some of the crew members are not very...well mannered.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 3:24 pm
thank you for your advice and the food. Both have been quite helpful. I will go to my room now, for I'm sure Lanhy has been looking for me. Again, thank you. ::she leaves a goes searching for Lanhy::
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 1:04 pm
Turrien's attempt at sparking the torch to life are succesful, as a small blaze starts up. It would last for little over an hour, clearly illuminating a 20-foot radius and providing shadowy illumination out to a 40-foot radius. With that in hand, the swashbuckler would surely be able to see the bag that his child companion had dragged out from the edge of the abyss. The screeching would persist, off and on, as the heavy off-beats of leathery wings were heard. Vahn Kyonuske If the characters examine the vine bag after pulling it out of the earth and rinsing it off (somehow), they note that it is burnt black in places. This was apparently someone's bag; and it was at one time filled with something. The smell, should any of them be used to the pungent stench, would remind someone of rotten fruit. Fruit which had used to lure something to this side of the ravine (characters note a few dried lumps of foreign matter). The fruit has over time deteriorated and left black marks upon the bag (much like those that would have been noted by the characters during their travels through the tunnel, had they lit any of the torches). If the characters put two-and-two together they will decipher that the bag was once filled with fruit; that it was used for luring something to the bank (this could be considered a long shot estimate by taking into account the fruits' fragrant/intoxicating aroma and the bag's proximity to the edge, not to mention the bag's openness (i.e., its holes); and that they should get, and then use, some of this fruit in order to gain the other bank. Something seemed to echo out an almost inhuman screech, as the throwing knife struck against the darkness (teehee).
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 1:14 pm
Vahn Kyonuske Elsewhere... "Madame, welcome to my humble abode..." With a flourish, the man bowed low, before Amunet, giving her quite the smile. "Your feeling well, I hope? I found you with quite the amount of seawater in your lungs." Standing straight up, and acting proper enough, he went to a nearby burea and began rummaging through it's contents.
Amunet watched the man was he rummaged through the contents of the drawers. Her mind was swirling with a chaotic mass of questions. Who was this man? Why had he saved her? What did he want from her?
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 1:27 pm
"Quite so. Unless you have the ability to breathe underwater?"
He had long since turned around, a single eyebrow raised as if to punctuate his point. Everything about him was simply charismatic; from the way he dressed to the way he moved and talked.
It all flowed, as if he were of noble blood or upbringing. His attire was pretty historical as well, befitting that of a grand sailor of the seas... A spanish conquistador.. or... simply... a Pirate.
"It has been quite some time since I've had visitors."
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 2:52 pm
"I thank you then... I owe you my life. As for guests, I can can't imagine why no one would come to visit you... You seem like such a gracious host..." Charismatic or not, the fact that he hadn't had guests in quite some time and that he was dressed as a pirate was reason enough to not fully trust him. But for now, Amunet would play the part of the grateful guest and at least him give him a chance.
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