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 Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 10:31 pm
(( Rawr, so you guys know, we now have an ooc thread, its the cyber cafe. since I never seem to catch people online, please us it. because i do have some questions >.> *cough*useit*cough* ))
Having spent the day waiting for the werewolve... well, more of her curoisty wanting to see the werewolve she took her loss and pushed from the wall. She of course ran into the few comments about loitering... She waved her hand at the last comment because she was leaving anyways. It was heading into night and getting cooler. She started to wish she dressed warmer. She did bring along other clothing in her smaller bag. She seemed lost in her thought... She had still paid for her room, so she could still use it. She seemed cheerful in her step, keeping to herself on her way back.
She pushed the door open and made her way in again. It's not like she was forgetable at this town for the time being, the tender raised his head as if to say something but seeing it was her, he didn't. She looked around to see what changed.. The gnome was back. Her head tilted and she started for a few moments. He wasn't one of the hunters that got the beast then. She turned her gaze away to the fire that was lightly part ofthe room and she made her way there warming herself up some before she got to cold.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 3:45 pm
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Define reality
*-I dare you-*
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"You can play mindless hero and go praise life once we leave this place. Not out the front way into the sunlight, you mutt, through the secret way. If you don't follow me, you'll die. Trust me. The stronger guards tend towards the front gates. For some reason, people like to escape through there..."
She gripped his rough wrist with her ebony, and surprisingly smooth, hand and jerked him down the hall. Of course, she was a shorter drow, bearly tall enough to be considered. But, she pulled him with a forceful might down the hall to the secret hole where she originally entered. She pushed him through while scanning for the immient brigade and upon seeing no one, she ducked out the hole. They made a quick run towards a deserted alley a few blocks from the jail house. The guards ran this way and that looking for the escaped werewolf, but the traces were small when accomponied by a rogue drow. Flustered, she began to examine her surroundings. Talkative crowds could be heard from the wall that they stood against. If she had a guess, it would be that they stood nearest to an inn.
"What say you to hiding here for a while? Trust me, if they come looking for you here, they won't ever find you. This place has got more tricks and holes too it than a theives guild."
She led him carefully around to the back entrance to silently mingle with the crowd in the pub. Amongst the crowd of already oddies, it was doubtful that they would be noticed.
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*-Do you know-*
Not if you can't see
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 4:40 pm
Perhaps the woman's intentions were noble, but siding with such a creature made it a rather interesting experience to say the least. Avoiding the guards and moving through dark passages in the city, they finally stopped at a back alley way of the inn. "At least tell me your name. You can call me Rictor for the time being until I feel more trusting." His identity he wanted to keep a secret from this drow until he learned more. So while they entered the back enterance of the pub, he directed himself towards the establishment's tailor and ordered a set of exactly like the one he was wearing before his travels to the south and then back to the city. The man that he talked to left and then came back with his clothing. Leon also purchanced a pair of brown cloaks as well. "If we're going to spend time traveling together, we might as well keep ourselves a secret from those around us." Leon's eyes turned to the elven woman that had entered the inn and noticed that gnome he met yesterday afternoon. "I'll be right back, make sure you put this one. At the very least I could do is give you some kind of protection against those stareing at us like they are. We don't need to alert the authorities anymore than I have personally. I don't think they'd show mercy to a drow, let alone someone of my kind." With that said he handed her the brown cloak and walked to a back room where the tailor allowed people to cloth themselves.
Leon left his positions almost completely naked and came back looking like a noble priest from his temple back in his homeland. He was also at this point wearing the brown cloak as well. He didn't want to attract any attention to his attire and his wounds were covered up. Pulling the hood over his face, Leon moved back over to where he left the drow and noded at her. Time was flying by rather quickly as it was getting dark outside. Guards periodically came into the inn and searched a person or two now and again. Leon used the last bit of his money to purchase a meal for the two of them and he could be seen eating it in a chair at a table in front of the fireplace. Hunger was something that he didn't want to be faced with later on and tonight he had to meet someone here for a job; which of course he was told would grant him a large sum of money. Hopefully this news about a werewolf doesn't stir this person away from his job - whatever that might be.
He turned his shrouded face towards the elven woman for a moment and went back to eating his meal. A waitress every once and a while would come to him asking if he wanted another meal. Sadly, he would have said yes if he could afford it and requested if he could have a glass of cold water if it wasn't too much trouble. Shortly after that Leon just sat at the table with the meal ate and his left hand pressed against his face. He was recalling the events that recently have taken place. All those men he killed in the forest, the demon, the destruction. He had his own demons to fight inside himself - a fight with a werewolf.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 6:03 pm
Having been sitting there... She had noticed to new comers and all the on goings... She had gotten a bit... perturbed about that one male looking at her. She looked over at him, leaning forward slightly, finally getting a better look at him was handsome, but his clothing seemed different. But she wasn't to sure how.
"Excuse me, why do you keep looking at me?" She spoke to him, in a lower tone, as to not cause outer problems. She moved her hand up ands he pushedher silver hair from her face. Her bright eyes stared at him intensely. From the reaction she had been getting she knew that she was drawing alot of attention but she was surpised about this much.
Her eyes were brought back to his clothing. They loked almost religious. That when she felt a little bad for being angry toward him. "Figures all the cute ones are offlimits.." She said allowed without knowing it and then blinked. 'oh... no.' She thought that one in her head and she averted her eyes to the gnome again. Just to make herself look busy. 'Maybe he didn't hear that. How could I have been so careless?'
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 6:30 pm
Moving his hand away from his face, Leon seemed to be very distrubed with his previous actions. He looked at the elvan woman again and then turned around to watch the fire burn the wood in it. It seemed like time was exspelling itself from him at a rapid pace, but really very little of it went by - Leon was deep in thought which probably was the reason he thought time was rapidly going by. His eyes looked at a waitress moving over to the fire and placing a couple more logs into the flames to keep it alive. She smiled at Leon and he reflected one back at her in kindness. Holding the rim of his glass of water, it poured into his mouth and swallowed it calmly.
The appearance he gave off while sitting their in front of the fire was a peasant. Although the bottom of his pants showed easily with one leg pirched upon the other's knee - right leg upon left knee with the middle of the shin connected to the knee. The same waitress that put wood in the fireplace came back and asked him if he needed anything. So the only thing he requested at the time being was a pen and parchment to right a message down. He requested her to stay put until he was down scribbling a message on the piece of parchment and then handed it back to her. It was to be delivered to the female elf in the Inn.
oO`:Message would read as following:`Oo
"Why is an elf in a place like this? Come sit with me at the fire so we can talk. I'm just a poor man seeking company for the time being."
Leon Rad'kur"
oO`:End of Message:`Oo
At this point Leon was looking at his palms again and balling them into fists and releasing them. They still were stained with the blood of his victums that he killed. Signing with great displeasure for himself at the time being, he couldn't stop thinking of the horrors that haunt him. He would fight sleep for days if he had to in order to keep himself from having the nightmares he suffers from because of his curse. Life isn't going to get any easier if he continues to live the life of a cursed monk. At least he can seek
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:09 pm
She watched him in intrest as this had been going on. She blinked when she got the note and she tilted her head some. "um.." She mumbled some as she opened and read the note. "hm..." she thought. She shrugged some and smiled lightly pushing up from her seat. She moved her hands over her hair poulling it back and then she made sure to have her bag. Making her way over to him, her hips swayed lightly, and her eyes watched him. She was almost expecting some kind of attack but not seeing anything happen she spun lightly and softly took a seat next to him. "Well well, what -do- i owe this invitation? curious about why I'm here I suppose?" She raised a brow. "Is that true?" She eyes him some moving her hand down to raise his brown cloak alittle "I should maybe ask you the same thing." She smirked some. "You came in with that Drow... why aren't you staying near her? someone might try to sweep her offher feet." She teased him some. She was a friendly elf... usually.
Though his curiousty did bother her some. For some reason... the message she heard when she found the stone popped into her head. There was something bigger waiting for her. She might aswell see what he says, because it might be linked to it. She movedher hand to her chain that the stone had been attatched too and leaned back against the back of the couch type furniture.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:35 pm
He simply nodded at her statements about his curiousity. Elves normally stay in forest areas and linger around their own kind. She didn't seem to be like that kind of elf in the least. "So at least you'll keep a poor man company for a while. Thank you." He paused for a moment as he looked down at his red stained hands. He hadn't been cleaned yet and his smell wasn't that appealing either. "I'm sure you've heard of the werewolf that was killing the hunters in the forest. Do you know what that man looks like?" A blank glare from his piercing eyes shot to her as he looked at her while he asked the question. With a cough coming from him, he held his hands to his mouth to cover it. The wounds he had took still needed to be cleaned, tended too, and further more bandaged.
With the hands moving away from his mouth, he saw nothing but his blood in his palms. He even had a little trail of it coming from the left side of his mouth down his chin. He wasn't going to wait for her answer to his question. Assuming she kept tabs on the important events in the city and things of that sort, she would have heard of Leon slaughtering countless hunters and have no mention of his fight with the winged demon. Most of his wounds were from the demon anyway. "You know these red hands of mine too so many lives in the forest last night. Those men all had families. They had lives to protect and they ended by the strength of my hands. Do you have any idea how it feels to see my horrors when I close my eyes and when I sleep? Being hunted for what I am dispite my every intention. It isn't hard controlling it. But they say people change every year. I change every month into something that I hate. Is it so much to ask from those up in the heavens to rid me of this curse - this way of life?" He finally leaned back in his chair and looked away from her. Leon mostly sought a place to seek refuge until his body is fully healed. Perhaps it was one of the reasons he confided with a female elf. Part human and creature of nature is a very difficult life to lead.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:58 pm
She blinked at him, lips parted in disbelief that he was confessing to her. She titled her head some, her hair slipped over her shoulders and she listened carefully. When he finished she looked down at his hands and then closer to his body. He did seem worn. She sighed softly and looked at him. "If you would like, I have a room, and I can tend to your wounds..." She mumbled softly glancing around. She didn't care what he was. Why should she? she was never taught to judge. She wasn't to sure what to tell him at first about the other things. "Heaven isn't where to look for that kind of answer. You are what you are. you need to embrace that, and then learn to conquer it." She smiled brightly at him and she shifted some, looking for her key. "How bout it?"
She moved her eyes to look for the Drow, she didn't know the relation or if he would need to talk to her either. She sighed softly. He was still cute, and now she knew he had a dangerous side. Kinky. But this was no time for that! She had business. Playtime would come later! She stood up and she moved her bag over her shoulder and she offered him help getting up.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 8:19 pm
Leon didn't hold any word with the drow. He just stood up and nodded to the elf. When he stood he turned himself in her direction to face her. The front doors flew open from a man running out side. It shot Leon's awareness high and he looked around the room with his shrouded face covered. "This place really isn't save to linger in. I'll take you up on your offer to get my wounds cleaned and have them bandaged. I would be in your debt of course." A couple men ran through the front doors and looked at Leon standing there next to the elf. They shouted at him and started rushing towards him; naturally these two gentlemen are armed with swords. "Aren't you that werewolf? You are aren't you!" When Leon was about to speak to deny the claim they were making, swords drew and then begun their assault on him.
Signing from this blunt idioticy, he pulled his brown cloak off his body and threw it at one of the men. The royal monk clothing he was wearing stopped the other man in mid attack for a moment and he lowered his weapon. "You're nothing but a traveling monk! You aren't who we're searching for! Let's get going John, we have a lot of work to do!" The man that got hit with the cloak dropped it on the floor and the two left the building. That was one strange and obvious random encounter from the locals. "Perhaps it's best if we get going." Leon kneeled down and picked up his cloak and put it back on to look like a poor peasant again. He rather liked appearing poor in front of everyone than exposing his clothing and having them see his royal white monk attire. It simply was to reduce problems and travel with less to worry about. Since his things were already gathered, he waited for the elf to gather her things. During that time he took a good gander around the room and saw that people were watching him and the elf carefully, but going about their business. It was at least a good thing that there wasn't a full moon out tonight.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 1:46 am
Beezlebum had grown-up in a house with several excelent cooks; his mother, his father, two of his sisters and his brother all studied in culinary arts and each had the skill to turn the worst of goblin recipies into a dish fit for and elf [and in fact they had done so on more than one occasion, the elf being quite satisfied untill he learned what he had just eaten]; and having grown up in such a house-hold he esteemed himself as a conosuer of sorts, having sampled delicacies from all the races. However, the stew that he ordered at this ram-shackle inn was, in his most expert opinion, the single-best bowl-of-stew ever stewed! The meat was tender, the onions crisp, the carrots soft on the outside and crunchy in the middle, and the gravy was thick and harty! It was so good infact, that Beezlebum had ordered seconds, thirds, and would have eaten fourths if his stomache would have allowed.
As it had turned out, Beezlebum had been too engrossed in his stews to notice when Leon or the two elves had entered the inn, and it wasn't untill he saw his friend fend off guards that Beezlebum jumped up, spilling the last of hs third bowl of stew, and cried out "Leon, you dog! I've been looking everywhere for you, and what a suprise that you found me." Beezlebum then would have ran over to sit by the monk had he not slipped in his spilt stew and fell to the floor, more sad at the loss of good food than embarassed about falling on his face.
Standing, brushing himself off, and licking the stew off his hands, Beezlebum made his way to where Leon was standing, waiting on the two pointie-eared womyn to gather their things. "Leon I'm so glad I found you! I was looking for you all night and day, I was, but you can prove quite hard to find, ya know, which is odd seeing as how you are always making a fuss and getting into semi-suicidal trouble. Actually I had been thinking about your tendancy for trouble earlier today and I think you might have issues about loving-and-accepting yourself. Tell me, Leon, just to ease my mind about how dangerous you might be to yourself, when was the last time you hugged yourself?"
The gnome was looking straight at Leon, he had to crane his neck back to do so, and had a face of serious concern, but then realizing he had just tried to probe his friends mind in a public place he blushed and changed the subject. "So you are all packing up, are you leaving? I've already paid for my room, and the barkeep was quite clear on his no-refund-what-so-ever policy, so if you plan on leaving, could I convince you to do so in the morning? You see, this inn doesn't have special rooms for gnomes and halflings, so my rom will be far too big for me. Perhaps I could convince your new elven friend to help fill in the extra space my bed will have? We could share stories of art and wood-culture, as I'm sure any elf would have!" Then he added in a softer tone, so that only Leon could hear, "Not that I'm trying to steal her from you, I simply thought someone should guard the drow, naturally the larger of us. And I wouldn't trust a drow in my bed unless she were tied up tight...which, actually, might be fun..."
But then, realizing he was being rude to the lovely silver-haired elf and the ebony-skinned stranger, the gnome said to them, "My ladies, I am Beezlebum Bartlebee le Bim the Third, though you can call me Beezle, Bum, Bartle, Bee, le Bim, or The Third, whichever strikes your fancy, that is to say it won't really strike you, it's quite a nice name, so my mother told me, and Leon here can also testify that it didn't strike him either. I'm the alchemical angel that guards over the monk here, and have done a fair job over the last two days, saved his life thrice I should say, I'm quite the hero," here he added a wink towards the moon-elf, "and I would like to know of you two; though I do think we will be heading to my inn-room, if you'd prefer to talk there instead."
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 8:49 am
Diana blinked in the utter amazment that the humans had just charged in there. "No wonder they have an inferioty complex, they just barge in soewhere without even thinking of their actions..' She raised her hand to her head in disbeleif and she sighed. But she now knew that Leon was a monk, aswell as a werewolve. How excatly does that work? She smiled at him as she made sure she had all her belongings and then suddenly another male voice joined into them. Her ears twitched some and she glanced over to the Gnome.
He was like a salesman. She tilted her head as he adressed her, and the drow that had come in with Leon. So they all knew eachother. But finally the smaller man noticed he was talking of private affiars fairly loudly in a bar, in an inn... She let her hand rest against the side of her face as she listened.. "Well excuse me... But as much I like a like A little fun, I'm not climbing into a bed with a stranger." She cleared that up. and then she raised a brow to the Drow when the tieing up comment was brought him. maybe it was that Bartle was a bit full of himself? He must have been compensating for something.
Shifting her weight she stared down at him. "I guess my introduction was skipped." She glanced to the monk. "I am Diana SilverWing, a Necromancer." She sighed some, having wanted to get Leon upstairs the longer they waited the worse he got, and the harder it was for her to work on a swiften healing spell. She mumbled mostly to herself about how she was going to pull something like that off correctly and she fell into her own thoughts
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 10:51 am
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Define reality
*-I dare you-*
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"Well, Rictor, my name is Rayz-Ann, though I far prefer Ray to such a formal term." She could feel his formality towards her. In her mind, he did not seem to care for the fact that she had just risked her neck to save his. It was a most depressing concept. She covered heself with the cloak and shook her head in sorrow. the least she could do was order him a round of food in secret. Not a soul would know, she highly doubted that the werewolf man would ever find out it was her. Contrary to looks, she did care for people. That was what had banished her from her home in the first place.
So much interesting talk going on. She lowered her head when the gnome and the elf came into the group, allowing the brown cloak to cover her dark face and her sparkling, violet eyes. Only a few whisps of moonlight hair escaped the cover of the travelling cloak. Underneath her cover, she silently played with her long braid with nervous fingers. Nervous, and deeply saddened. She had risked life and limb to bring down the demon, even braving trickery to cancel out its invisiblity effects. She had protected the werewolf when he was weak and the hunters were all around him. She had broke him out of jail and brought him here to rest and eat, yet they still did not trust her, only because of her dark skin and white hair. She shrunk back into a corner and did not raise her eyes to meet the elf, the religious monk or the talkative gnome. She did, however, glance around the tavern for suspicious onlookers. Quite sadly, they did draw an eye. Monks, especially those of Rictor's stature and pride, were not common in this town. Elves were not either, especially those of her beauty. Gnomes, no one noticed. Drow, even more rare. She suddenly felt extremely self concious. the cloak, thankfully, provided some protection, but she found herself wishing that she had lead Rictor elsewhere. But petty wishes were besides the point. After the elf introduced herself with a formal air, Ray stepped into the circle.
"I don't mean to interuppt the small talk, but it would be in our best interest if we made way for the room. Beezlebum, if you wouldn't mind leading the way, I'm sure that we will follow." she said pointedly, her eyes twitching from each onlooker to the next.
A taller man from the cword, seemingly drunk, staggered over to their group. He crossed pathes with the drow woman and he found his face against the floor. His scarred face looked up and stared into the eyes of the drow.
"Pardon me." he mumbled, his crystal blue eyes showing that his drunkenness was all but an act. With a smirk of triumph, he slowly stood and waddled about, only tripping into the drow once. He left a short second later to rejoin his drunken buddies. The yellowish white flash of parchment being tucked away could be seen amongst the drow's cloak. Yet, only those with keen eyes would tell. The keenest in the tavern always seemed to be looking elsewhere though. Free of her letter, she motioned the gnome to take the lead, her feet itching in anticipation.
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*-Do you know-*
Not if you can't see
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 11:46 am
Shaking his head from the ranting Bartle was going on about. He gave a slight chuckle about tieing up the drow and putting her in bed. Gnomes are very strange people he thought and talk a lot as well. "Bartle, Diana has a room and she's offered to tend to my wounds I got in the forest when.." He paused for a moment and looked at her as he pulled the hood down of his cloak. "When I wasn't clearly myself." After that he placed a hand on Diana's back softly to encourage that they proceed to her room. His forehead was already showing signs of fatigue and he was breathing unevenly as well. When Ray spoke up he nodded at her and pressed Diana to move forward with his hand agianst her back. "Ray is right, we shouldn't linger. And Ray remind me later when we have ample time to talk in private. There's a reason why I gave you a false name. Oh and Bartle, I was wondering if you could do me a favor later. We can talk about it in private. It's something rather important." Leon was planning something. As the moved to the stair way to go up to the rooms, Leon felt it was best that Diana lead in front of him while Bartle and Ray go up first. This would leave him at the rear where he could best watch to see if anyone would follow them. Turning a look at everyone, he gave the closest patrons a cold murderous look before he walked up the stairs.
"Diana will be tending to my wounds in her room. After we're done we'll join up with you guys in Bartle's room. Is that acceptable?" None of them even noticed that he hadn't even checked out the drow or the elf yet. However, this thought did cross his mind and he looked at the wall away from them as he grinned at realising that. His disciple really has paid off - manners seemed to have taken a nose dive though since he hasn't thanked them for anything. He'll have to do that later after he finishes his job tonight. With Diana leading the way to her room, he looked back to see where Bartle and the drow were going. This is going to be very interesting. Diana appeared to be so young and her beauty was very impressive as well. It was a wonder why none of the men downstairs tried to make a move on her. Perhaps the reason was because she was sitting next to him. "I'll probably need to bathe before you wrap my wounds. Does that sound alright to you?" At this point they would be in her room and he would have taken off his cloak to fold and place neatly on the dresser in front of a mirror.
Looking at his tattoos along his arms and on the top if his head in the mirror, he smirked at his own looks and physical appearance. Leon walked into the bathroom to take a bath and get himself cleaned up. He drew hot steamy shower and closed the door behind him. He stood there for a moment as he peeled the clothing from his raw body. When he did this, his wounds re-opened and burned for a while. He would have to get the undershirt he was wearing cleaned; yet he couldn't afford it since he spent all his money. These would be some rough times indeed. Openning the door with his undershirt in hand, he stepped out of the bathroom with his upper body exposed to the cool crisp air of the main room. Leon placed the undershirt on the dresser on his cloak to then go back into the bathroom. Slashes from claws and slices from tree branches, swords, and where arrows hit him were all over his chest and back. There weren't very many arrow wounds, but they mostly were collective around his arms and shoulders with a couple on his back.
So with the door closed and clothing off, the entry into the shower would prove relaxing while his blood and those he's killed watch away from his body and down the drain. "I really need to repay them for all they've done for me." Helping a complete stranger like him with no knowledge of what the person is capable of or even aware of his background - very foolish indeed. They've earned his trust and he would show it - more so to the drow because of her kind. Sliding the curtian across to shroud his naked body from the door, he proceeded to clean himself so he wouldn't smell so horrible around the presence of two beautiful women. It was the least he could do after all for their help.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:27 pm
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Define reality
*-I dare you-*
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Her only means of response to the exitting pair was to nod in complete silence. The eyes of people made her wary, friendly or not. In due time, Bartle made his way down to his room, where they both entered. Once inside and out of the bright eyes of the humans, she cast away her new cloak and headed for the silver mirror incased in cherry woods. For a long minutes, she examined her travelled face. It was dusty with the weeks that she had spent alone in the Shudan Forest. A small scratch on her cheek was the last standing obstruction, which she rubbed feircely in vain. She decided that it would be acceptable in the situation to remove her bandage-like gloves and to loosen her hard leather corset. Underneath the armor was, of course, a loose black peasent shirt, held together with tight stitches. Her upbringing denyed her permission to remove her dark leather boots as she trekked to the wash basin. There, she cleaned her face and washed out any dirt stains from her dark brown pants and boots. It was a graceful thing to watch, though it was a normally barbaric act to most humans. Humming a dark tune, she turned to Bartle, and with her lavander eyes alight with blue flames, she asked, "Were you planning on taking me hostage after all that has happened? Surely you are smarter than that..."
Done with her routine cleaning, she extracted a small brush made of pine wood and thick needles from an invisible pocket somewhere along her pants. She held it in her mouth as she slowly undid her long, moon-white hair as to not disturb the already inevitable knots. She let it fall about her face as she took to brushing it. One would truly wonder why she even kept it in a braid. The pale strands slowly began to straighten as she brushed the knots and waves out of it. Her eyes turned from the gnome to the window, the curtains half opened. The full moon danced around her dark pupils as she watched it slowly move.
"What brings a gnome to Giis City anyways?" she asked as she slowly worked through a particularly nasty knot, "Rare it is that I run into one."
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*-Do you know-*
Not if you can't see
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 4:41 pm
"Of all the damnable luck!" the gnome fummed to himself, only mumbles and grunts audible, "The mangy mutt that I saved three times in two days gets to go off and 'dress his wounds' with the lovely elf whilst I, in all my rulnerable gnomishness, get stuck with a twisted, amoral, killer-of-a-drow! Oh, everyone knows the stories of the drow, thieving, coniving, merderous...why they have family fueds within their own family, the children killing their parents to raise themselves in the family, then killing thier siblings to thin out the competition! It's chaotic! And either Leon wants me dead, doesn't know of the drow, which is unlikely, or he trusts this one..." When this thought struck him, he halted his footsteps and turned his head to see the drow behind him out of the cornor of his eye. "Yes...maybe he trusts her?"
He continued on to his room, the barkeep having already handed him the key. After unlocking the door he strolled in and began unpacking his alchemical tools.
There was a small desk to the side, well, small for a human, but big enough for any gnomish devices, on which he set up his potioning kit. He had used up quite a few potions over the last two days, and with all the luck Leon has, Beezlebum would need a ton more over the next week.
In the background the drow was cleaning and dressing herself, "Odd," the gnome thought, "that all large people take so much to hygene. It's just some dirt and dust, and being dirty and smelly can be a good thing, especially if you find yourself starring at a pack of hungry wolves. I suppose it's good for me though, a group of large, fresh smelling meat-sacks and one dirty gnome, I'm almost guaranteed to be eaten last, or not at all."
The thought passed through his head as he found himself starring at the figure of a drow. She had silvery-white hair, much like the moon-elf's, but it looked almost aglow with the midnight-black backdrop of her skin. It was a stark contrast, and one the gnome found allurring.
He shook his head, "Now, now, I must be careful. It is a drow after all, and this could be one of it's tricks." He looked back up at her and his heart was fluttering, so he turned away and focused on his equipment.
"Actually, Ray was it?, I was only joking about tying you up. From the stories I heard of you drow, tying you up would only be a waste of my time, and you'd have no trouble killing me anyway, which you might be more inclined to do after the bondaging. So no, you won't be tied up, but I do expect you to not sleep in my bed.
"But I am here," he continued, "because I was lost in the woods and found a bald-monk-that-was-wrestling-with-kittens whom I found to be most interresting. He lead me here, so here I am, his alchemical guardian gnome.
"But tell me this, what brings a drow out of the Clay Caves and into the company of a monk-wolf?"
The gnome realized just then that the lights in his room must be overly bright for the drow, who would be accustomed to the dark of the Underterra, so he went to the few lamps and dimmed down their glows. In the semi-twilight that now filled the room, the gnome recognized the drow as a figure from the same city he had met Leon in.
"It just now dawned on me, there were three cats being wrestled, I killed one, he killed one, and a drow killed the other. How long have you been tailing us?" the gnome faced the drow, expecting the worst, hand on his long-sword. "Fool," he thought, "I should have acted upon seeing the drow to begin with, now look what I've gotten myself into."
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