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Discovery

Late one night, there was a knock at the door. The husband and wife looked at each other. It was too late for visitors and their home was too far off the main road for a casual passer-by. Alitra paused in her sewing as her husband put down the bridle he was mending and crossed the room to the door. Phynis opened the wooden door to a cloaked hooded figure. In the evening moonlight, he could see a horse and small wagon waiting in the yard. Thin hands pushed the hood back.

"I'm sorry to disturb you at this time of night, but I've lost my way." The old woman, aged, but with an air of elegance, looked up at him. Wispy tendrils of white hair caressed her face from the blustery night air.

"No bother at all,” said Phynis. “ Come inside out of the wind."

"I seldom travel alone at night and I must have taken a wrong turn some where. I was sure I’d have reached Dorhaven by now, then I saw the light of your cottage.” She spoke in soft tones. Her voice betrayed that she was an educated lady, though her clothes depicted a lower status. “Could you tell me if I’m on the right road to Dorhaven?"

"If you head back down the road you came here on, you'd find the main road easy enough in the day time,” said Phinys, “but it might be difficult in the dark. And it will add to the time to get to Dorhaven.”

“It would very late when you reach town if you try to go there tonight,” said Alitra, getting up to greet their visitor. “It wouldn’t be proper for us to let you go back out on the road this late. You're welcome to stay the night here."

"Your offer is very tempting,” said the woman with a grateful smile. “I've been sitting on that wooden seat for many hours."

"It's settled then," said Phynis. "I'll tend to your horse." The old woman followed him to the door and watched him lead the dappled gelding to the barn.

“His name is Cobble,” she called after him.

"Your animal is in good hands,” said Alitra warmly. “Phynis will feed him and brush him down."

“And I’ve forgotten my own manners,” said the woman apologetically. “I’ve given you my horse’s name and neglected to give you mine. I’m Semorah.”

"Come and sit by the fire, Semorah. I’m Alitra and my husband, as I mentioned, is Phynis. Let me get something warm for you to drink. Are you hungry?"

“Just the warm drink, said Semora, “It will do nicely to warm my bones.” She sat down in comfy chair as Alitra disappeared into the kitchen. She gazed about the room. The small cottage was tidy with a comfortable homey feel to it.

Alitra reappeared carrying a tray of steaming mugs. “I hope you like hot cocoa.”

“Sounds lovely,” Semora said, accepting the warm mug. Alitra set the tray on table. She picked up a mug for herself and settled back into her chair, her sewing forgotten.

Semora and Alitra chatted with small talk until Phynis came back inside. Semora looked at him, a question on her face. He smiled at her. “Cobble has settled in and seems to be quite content with the oats I gave him,” he said. Phynis picked up the last mug from the serving tray and quietly sat in chair.

The conversation continued between the ladies while the farmer listened. He and his wife were always eager to hear of news from outside their small farm. Most of their updates on the happenings in Dorhaven came from the few traders they bartered with for goods. The evening’s verbal exchange varied from Semora’s tale of visiting her family in XXXXX(to be supplied later), to Alitra and Phynis sharing the details of their farm life. The young couple were happy to talk about themselves when Semora asked, though they could hardly understand why the seemingly highly educated woman would be interested in their modest farm life. They in turn asked Semora about her life in Dorhaven and learned that she taught scribing at the University.

Creaks were heard from the stairs leading to the upper level. All heads turned to watch as a young girl in a night shift stepped around the corner and into the room. She pushed a few loose strands of her tousled brown hair away from her face.

"I heard a strange voice," she said.

"Semora, this is my daughter, Quillavee,” introduced Alitra. “Quill, Semora will be staying the night in the extra room.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Quillavee, her bare feet making no noise on the wooden floor as she walked over to stand next to her mother’s chair.

“I’m very happy to meet you as well,” Semora answered back.

“Quill, there is some leftover cocoa on the stove if you want to go warm it up,” Alitra told her daughter. She chuckled when Quillavee sprinted to the kitchen for the hot cocoa.

“Charming child,” said Semora.

“She’s very helpful around the place,” Phynis said. Semora noted the pride in his voice.

“A bit absent-minded sometimes though,” Alitra added with a smile.

Qulliavee returned shortly with a mug held in both hands. She sat down on a cushion by her father’s chair. Blowing softly on her cocoa before sipping, Quillavee regarded the old woman talking to her mother. She noted the fine fabric of the older woman’s traveling dress. The cut of the dress was simple. Quillavee thought of embroidery designs that she would sew on the dress if it were hers. She listened with interest to the tales the elderly educator shared about living in Dorhaven.

When conversations died down due to the late hour, Alitra showed Semora to a small bedroom on the first floor. Phynis shooed Quillavee back upstairs to her room, then went outside for a last check on the animals in the barn. When Alitra was assured that Semora didn’t need any more pillows or blankets, she left the older woman to settle in for the night.

As soon as Semora was alone in the room, she quietly opened the window and a small dragon hopped to the windowsill. He trilled in happiness to be with Semora and not hiding anymore.

“Shhh, Seeker,” she cautioned the honey colored dragon. “We don’t want to arouse any curiosities just yet.” She picked him up and cradled him in her arms, smoothing his soft blonde wings. He rubbed the top of his head under her chin. “You were right,” she mused. “We found what we were looking for. Let’s hope that we don’t encounter too much resistance in the morning when we try to take our new found treasure with us when we leave.”


....to be continued
Updated 20 July 2008
Note: My stories are always a work in progress. They get tweaked now and then, even after I think I've finished them. smile

2.7

Prompt # 3 - 4/7/14


What appeared to be a magical disappearance was merely a smoke screen to hide the bandit Wraiks as they ran off with their fluffy prize. The last of the wispy smoke drifts away revealing sparkles of color leading away from the picnic area and into the surrounding woods. Strewn like bread crumbs, the Easter Meiko has left a trail of Easter eggs in hopes that there is someone brave enough to try to rescue her.

Who is brave enough to follow the bread crumbs?
Are you ready to take on a band of Wraiks?
Do you just tag along to see what the others will do?
Do you choose instead to stay and guard what’s left of the food?
(There are no right or wrong choices. Just RP and have fun!)

Roll a 100-sided dice with your RP post.
If you forget to roll, you'll need to wait until your next post to roll again.
No rolling without a RP post.
You can roll as many times as you post a reply.

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The air snaps with the same crackling that brought the Wraiks to the Easter Picnic. A dark mist mingles through the trees around you. More eggs strewn on the ground lead a path through the mist. These eggs though have a dark and evil feel to them. Shadowy figures dart about through the mist. The gleeful cackling has changed to worried muttering. Your efforts to find the band of bunny-napping Wraiks has brought you closer to their hiding spot. Will you find them before it's too late for Easter Meiko?

Roll a 100-sided dice with each RP post.
No rolling without a RP post.
If you reply more than once, you can roll a dice with each RP post.
This time, the lowest numbers will be winners.

Roll a 10-sided dice with each post to see how well you dodge the flying eggs.
(1-5 = You duck really fast and the egg misses,
6-10 = maybe you only think faster than you move, because the egg found its mark.)
You may edit your posts, but please do not delete any.

How will you free the Easter Bunny?
Will you rush them, hoping they’ll run away?
Do you have a sneaky plan to get the bunny back?
Remember to play nice with others and keep it PG13.
If you have a Wraik that wants to throw a few eggs at the rescuers,
you're welcome to bring them in and play.
Whether the egg finds its mark will depend on the target's dice roll.
Remember to play nice and keep it PG13.

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Sully Bock: Note # 8 is the smelly eggy XD

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2.15
Welcome to the Demon Days of Summer RP Event!
Everyone is welcome to join in as the winiko celebrate the end of summer with an annual party by the beach in the Inbetween.

This is just for fun and a chance for everyone to get together. There will be gift bag prizes randomly handed out in this thread by Sully as we go. Pop in for a quick bite to eat or get cozy and enjoy the party! Day (Lural) will be leading a storyline progression RP line introducing new shop items so feel free participate!




~ ~ ~ Event timeframe: Aug 15th - Aug 31st, bags to open in Sept! ~ ~ ~


General Rules:
Keep the OOC chatter in brackets and to a minimum! Go to the main shop for extended chatter, questions, side plotting, whatever!

There are no humans in the the Void/Inbetween, and they aren't invited anyway lol.

Link a picture in your intro post so we know what character(s) you are bringing to the table. You may use our hosted cert images/thumbs for this.

If you RP in a chosen color for a wini please try to stick with it, it gets confusing if a character's colors bounce around.
Also, please pick a legible color!

Follow normal RP etiquette and remember Sully will kick you out if you are a pain in the rump.
Respect each other, and the rules of the shop.

The gift bags will be opened at the end of the event, and the nature of the new items will reveal themselves throughout the rp!

...::: Setting ::...
Although the Inbetween can be a harsh and wild place, it harbors great beauty and tranquility as well. A place where reality thins and the lines blur, out of sight and out of knowledge of most creatures. This is where demons walk freely between our world and the next. Our setting is a vast field of green grass edged by an ancient forest of deciduous trees to the north, and a shimmering red sea to the southwest. The eternally setting sun casts a warm orange pink glow across the scene, causing long shadows. Waves curl up and gently bathe the golden beach. The steady hum of lazy summer bugs sets the mood only occasionally accented by the cry of an ocean bird or howl of a distant demon. A gentle sea breeze ruffles the leaves of trees, and the sparkling lights of fireflies wink in and out of sight.