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 Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 11:18 am
 In her homeland, young adults with enough skill were discretely taught a simple, yet extremely effective, manipulation of the Weave. The idea was simple enough; a small sphere that contained whatever sounds that formed inside of it within, while allowing sounds from outside to pass through. Easily discernible to a practiced Weave-shaper, it nonetheless was effective for private discussions, private time with a loved one... and private verbal battles between several truly furious people.
Which might have been an explanation to the guards' sudden shock at seeing Asmyrra storm from the medical tent she'd been housed in the night before, violet eyes blazing in anger, her every line and feature radiating in no uncertain terms how furious she was. Paying no mind to the tousled condition of her attire or appearance, those slanted eyes instead began to cast around the immediate camp... with a definitive air of searching for something to kill...
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 10:00 pm
 Ky comes into view of the medical tent and catches sight of the commander. His joy of seeing her up and running blinds him to her seething fury. He quickly moves toward her, smiling broadly. It isn't long until he not only sees the fury in her, he can feel it to the very core of his soul. The smile that was on his face melts into one more serious and profesional. To this day he had only seen her this furious twice. On both occasions someone was brought to the brink of tears. He remembered Lord Johannes making mention that she would not be happy about the task assigned to her. He carefully strides toward her, "Commander, it is good to see you up and about again."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:33 pm
 Never mistake tears for sadness..."Hey sleepy head. It's time to wake up." Eva growled softly, as yet unwilling to give up the last vestiges of her dream. It had been a good one for a change, probably brought on by the soft bed and warm body at her back. She was comfortable and felt safe enough to sleep with an ease she found slightly unsettling. The growl turned to a groan as she sat up and swung her legs over the side. Brushing her tangled hair out of her eyes, she glanced at Tali, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she notices the smirk. Her expression smooths a moment later as she stretches casually and muses to herself. "Do I even bother asking? A wicked girl if ever I met one and bound to bring me trouble." She smiles faintly, still half asleep though amused all the same. Tali seemed to love nothing more than a good joke which was well enough as long as Eva did not get involved. Following that thought, of course, was the sneaking suspicion that one day she would be the butt end of one of her jokes. Yawning, she rose to her feet and stretched again. Some days her muscles would take hours to loosen up though today she could already feel the difference. The smile turns into a grin as she regards the pillows. "Ah, luxury. Though I suppose you'll laugh to hear me say that. How was your rest?" [Ah, spring break. Joy. Sorry for the wait but the fam had me kidnapped for the weekend and I just got back late monday.] ...that will only bring you grief.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 10:28 pm
 A beautiful roaring scream, of joy and sorrow so extreme...The smirk fades into a more subtle, but still mischievous, smile, her eyes dancing in delight at the casually mused observation.
"Trouble? Perhaps.. but what a ride it will be." Comes her murmured reply, giving Eva a wink. Talise rises from the bed shortly after Eva does, her bare feet padding over to the front of the tent.
"My night went well, though not nearly as entertaining as the morning has been."
{ That's okay. We're glad you are back! Did you have fun? } There is a love in me raging. A joyous, magical feeling...
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 11:03 pm
Unable to find any obvious method of heating this very strange looking pot, she lets out a sigh of frustration. "Fine... we'll do this the old fashioned way." She mutters defiantly, refusing to be beat by a piece of cookware. Small hands tie back her long chestnut tresses and she clasps her fingers together, stretching them out until they release several small pops. She lugs the small heating rock to a safe spot on the counter. Deft fingers draw symbols in the air over the rock, an ancient chant reciting along with the movement. Soon the rock is turning red with heat and she smiles.
Snagging a bottle of cooking oil, Nae Nae glances over to her brother. "Just about done there?" She asks.
I am a leaf on the wind...
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 11:14 pm
 Heron finishes cutting the meat and looks down at what's left. He notices that the slices he cut are slightly frozen in the middle. He holds his hands over the meat and chants. The frost in the meat steadily becomes moisture and settles. He smiles to himself and looks over his shoulder to his sister, "Ready to go." He pauses for a moment and looks over at the freshly frozen water bucket. "Oops, they may want that as just water." He steps over to the bucket and kneels over it, holding his hands over it. He repeats the chant. The bucket vibrates slightly as the ice cracks then becomes water. He sighs and stands. He turns to Naelonni, "I hope you don't mind if I just wait for you to tell me what to do. From here I'm pretty much useless."
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 11:27 pm
"You aren't useless! Why don't you find us some vegetables to go with our dish? You could cut them up while I seer the meat. That would be ever so helpful! We can't just hand her a pile of meat on a plate. She'd think we were savages!" She encourages him.
Murmuring another chant, she focuses on the wok, her hands holding it so just above the heated rock. As she ends the spell, her fingers slowly release it, leaving it hovering at close range over the heat source. Beaming with satisfaction, she begins to seer the meat, humming a happy tune as she cooks.
I am a leaf on the wind...
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 11:31 pm
>Iron Fist First Platoon Soldiers<
Anthony and his compatriot, Morris, approach Ky's tent with a pail of water each. They lay the pails in front of the entrance and lay a washcloth on each one. Anthony raps on the flap, "Ladies, you're water is here as requested."
They turn and leave, making comments about how hot the new female guests are.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 11:38 pm
A beautiful roaring scream, of joy and sorrow so extreme...Hearing the declaration from just outside the tent, she smiles and waits for the soldier to leave before glancing outside. Sure enough there are two decent sized jugs waiting for her, and she scoops them up quickly. Turning sprightly on her heels, she holds one up for Eva to see. "Water for cleaning ourselves up. I think we are supposed to be meeting up with the others sometime very soon."
Moving over to the small wash basin, she sets one down on the floor, using the other to fill up the bowl. She splashes her face with water, using the clean, folded cloth beside the small basin to dry herself off. "I hope their leader has a better plan for getting to the elven kingdom than just horses. I'm not even sure my... alternative... is going to work. Not for everyone, anyway."There is a love in me raging. A joyous, magical feeling...
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 8:49 am
So, when her words eventually did emerge, they held more than a touch of asperity, but the weakened soprano seemed to have directed the fury elsewhere... probably somewhere much more deserving. And much more clearly oriented within the tent.
"Up and about, definitely... unfortunately, not as congenial as I might have wished," that purring accent replied, her slanted eyes flashing a rather pointed look towards the tent. "I understand you are keeping track of an Elfin wanderer, and a half-Elven woman who's defected from the Paladin's Rod? And if so, might we go greet them?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 10:20 pm
Nestled in the fertile forests and foothills surrounding a soaring mountain range, well north-west of the cities housing the Cathedral and the Iron Fist's fortress, were a number of small communities that called themselves the Dale-lands. Spread out across the land, each small community hosted it's own comfortably successful fashion of taking care of it's own people; a farming community here, a hunting and tanning community there. Linked in trade, as well as a general dislike of the pretentiousness of the "city folk", the people of the Dales managed to live out a fairly comfortable life, despite the need for hard work from all members of each community.
Set further in the foothills, several small rivers pooled into a large, heavily forest-shrouded lake. Due to the tendency of the winter run-off to cause that lake to flood, no real communities had settled around it, instead using the rivers themselves as a source of travel, as well as a source for fishing. The grandest of the rivers, the one coming directly from the mountains themselves, was the home of one of the largest communities of the Dale-lands, a miniature city all in itself. Settled a very short distance downriver from a grand waterfall, Mistdale was a thriving community boasting several water-wheel mills, many well-worn roads leading off to other towns, and a bustling series of taverns to service the daily marketplace traders.
Miners would travel down the river to trade their gems and minerals, trappers and hunters used the small city as a meeting and re-supplying location. Farmers would offer their produce, and the small, but thriving gathering of craftsmen would ply their wares, free of what they considered "city concerns"... nevermind that half of the traveling merchants that came through often took the gathered goods to those very locations. It was even said that, on rare occasions, some of the reclusive forest-dwelling Elves would tentatively make their way here, to observe and offer a small tithing of trade.
With the small, but steady, number of people passing through, it was no real surprise when an oddly attired scruff of a woman stomped the dust from her boots, before passing through the doorway into one of the bigger taverns. Fastidiously keeping her long coat pulled about her, she wove her thin frame through the various chairs and tables, her slanted, bright eyes settled firmly on the long counter, and the happily plump man behind it... or perhaps, more specifically, the bottles and mugs within easy reach of said cheerful fellow. Slithering onto one of the stools, one hand absently checked the position of a singular pendant nestled beneath her tunic, those mismatched hazel and green eyes focused on one of the bottles, a request being posted to the inn-keeper in a clipped, slightly broken accent...
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:37 pm
 ___About an hour before the entrance of the thin woman into the tavern, Azen had already found his way into the small city of the Dale-lands. Wearing a big, heavy spiked armor; the largely built man not only brought some attention from the local folks because of his equipments' designs, but also because of their colors: the metal composing his armor was as dark as the night and whatever clothings that completed the attire, such as his cape, were all a darker shade red. Although each time he stepped somewhere Azen created some form of unease from the people around, no one could attack or banish him as he had done nothing wrong to anyone, or at least not without good cause; the only thing anyone could do was to be aware of the dark knight's presence and observe him from a distance. The man was indeed an impressive sight for any normal villager, but he still did not wish to stain his honor with innocent lives: he meant no harm to the town's people. ___Asgard searched the small city for a place to rest, a tavern or an Inn of some sort. He had been traveling for some time now, and needed to rest his body and mind for what was left of the day. After a few blocks and a few questions asked to some merchants, Azen made his way to a tavern, a rather nice one from the look of the building. As he pushed the door, his first heavy steps echoed in the silent tavern; the clients turning around or raising their heads to see the dark man enter the place. The heavy swordsman gave the place a look, and made his way a table, taking the sword off of his back, where it was resting, and leaned it against the wall. He sat at the empty table as he ignored the silence he had provoked. Slowly, the people started to talk again, and eventually ignored the man who hadn't spoken a word since he passed the door. A cautious woman approached Asgard and asked him, lightly stuttering, what he would like to order. The man looked up at the woman and gave her a light, warm smile. "Please, do not be afraid. I mean no harm to anyone; I'm only a traveler, seeking for a place to rest my weakened feet. Though, I would like ale, please." The woman, less stressed than she was when she first approached him, nodded once and walked away. ___Only a few minutes later did an unusual young woman walked into the place and sat down at the counter. Azen, who was just scanning the place with his eyes and listening to what he could hear of a few conversations, trying to find any clues or information about anything elf-related, quickly noticed the new gal's accent. That accent... Although different, it did still remind him of an old friend of his, as well as his short time spent with the dwarves. The armored one observed her from afar before standing up and walking to her. He left his giant sword behind, knowing it would probably be too heavy for anyone to steal or wield it. Azen cleared his throat and placed himself a foot or two to the girl's side, leaning forward on the counter and resting his forearms on it. "Good day, milady. Are you new to these parts? I couldn't help but to notice your accent." Said the darker one, with a rather neutral tone of voice, not really knowing how to engage a conversation with the lady.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:54 pm
Ky was pleased to see his commander ready to get down to the task at hand. He shouldn't have worried as much as he did. He knew there was no way that she would die in such a dishonorable manner. Surely when she met her end it would be face to face on the field of battle. He nods in answer to their question, "We indeed may Commander. They are currently in my tent getting washed up for the morning's travels. Though I would imagine that they would be done by now."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 12:02 am
Talise Anora
"You aren't useless! Why don't you find us some vegetables to go with our dish? You could cut them up while I seer the meat. That would be ever so helpful! We can't just hand her a pile of meat on a plate. She'd think we were savages!" She encourages him.
Heron perks up at the encouragement of his sister. Remembering where they had placed the produce earlier he grabs some carrots and stalks of broccoli. He prepares another cutting board and knife. Holding one of the carrots he begins cutting them up into circular slices. Absent minded of the fact, he begins to hum the same tune his sister is. The tune was one from their younger days, something their mother would hum when she was in the process of doing something special.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 12:05 am
  Our little Sky-Captain had been in various Human towns often enough that the sound of clinking armour didn't cause her to visibly shift, but... that free hand did raise to softly grip the pendant tucked beneath her tunic as the dark-clad knight settled beside her. Such thoughts of whether to discretely find some way to flee were forestalled, however, by the inn-keeper planting a heavy metal mug before her, the heavenly aroma of heated cocoa and something... else... rising from the brim. As her small hands eagerly wrapped around the mug and raised it, the giant beside her rumbled his query to her, causing those slanted, mismatched eyes to widen faintly... and the Rosso to take a loooong sip of her drink.
Mismatched eyes slid closed as the heated liquid seared it's way down her throat, less because of how hot it was, than because the cocoa hadn't necessarily been mixed with water to be rendered liquid. She waited for the fiery explosion to settle in her tummy, and begin radiating it's warmth outwards, before a single eye slitted open again, casting a leery look to her side...
He was still there. Squee.
But, the Rosso had learned better than to simply glare at strangers, or pretend she hadn't heard them, skittishly anti-social as she might be. So, the mug was carefully settled to the counter, where she leaned forward to press it softly against her chest, as to better absorb the warmth. One had freed itself, and offered a mildly vigorous waving of digits at the fellow, before her bright soprano emerged. "Umm... Hi? No, not so new to... erm... these parts," she said in reply, her stilted accent seeming to pause on the word "parts", almost as though trying it out. She'd never used it like that before... hmm.
"No, not new. Uhm... think you are new, though. Never seen before..." she offered, a decisive nod accompanying a faintly jerky motion from those fingers... digits that definitely seemed to be a part of her discussion, from the way they shifted and stabbed the air periodically, as though making points to herself. She started to offer more of a reply, before those mismatched eyes finally registered what she was seeing... not a Human wearing knight armour. A Human wearing Earthen armour... "Sooo... maybe you just come from mountain? Look, erm... dusty? Worn out?
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