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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 12:32 pm
Waking up to a new day, Devasad swung himself out of his bed, the simple rough linen bedclothes crumpling to the floor. After making the bed again, and washing, Devasad dressed into a casual cloth shirt and pants, with a leather jerkin to protect against the chill that was prevalent these days.
Heading downstairs, he saw Old Haskill at the table, eating a hearty breakfast of blood sausage, beans, and bacon. Smiling, he said, "Yours is in the stove, warm." Thanking Haskill, Devasad ate his breakfast.
"Are you going to market today, laddie?", the old man enquired of Devasad.
"The one near the Sapphire River? Aye, I need to get meself some new pants. These are almost worn through at the knees. Might get a light chainmail vest too, just in case."
"Where else laddie? In that case, do you think you could deliver a crate of apples to the inn? Grifon has already paid me in advance, he's expecting them to be delivered today."
"Certainly. Where are the apples? In the barn?"
"Nope, I've got them on the cart already. Mabel is all tethered up already."
"I trust you've fed her this morning? I still remember the last time she wasn't fed; I had two nice horse-shoe marks on my chest for weeks." Devasad recounted, grinning.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 1:43 pm
((sorry ive been really busy lately,))
Ari had watched him leave silently, Galaeron.. I knew an elf of that name once.. I met him a long time ago.. maybe it's the same person she decided not to pursue the matter any further, he obviously just wanted to be left alone, she turned and headed back into the woods, absent mindedly picking up her fox cub, "you know, i really should name you.." she said to him, "well.. your a beautiful rich red colour, almost the colour of flames, i think i will call you Blaize" the little fox curled up in her arms and closed it's eyes to sleep, she decided to take a break from her searching and to go to the elfen village to the south, she could finally get a whole nights sleep in a proper bed, she turned southwards and started to walk..
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 7:11 pm
Pili had decided to wait until the next day to go to the Saphirre River market. The rest of the day she stayed with her father, helping him about the house. The day had been mundane, but she had enjoyed it nontheless. The loved her father, and was thankful that she had been able to find him; although after fifteen years she missed her mother. She was thinking about returning to the cave soon, but couldn't bare to tell her father. He had married after Pili's mother had left him by the Springs, but in a horrible accident at Morning Lake, he lost his wife and two sons. Pili was all he had left.
The next morning Pili rose with the sun, streaching her wings out and yawning. She pulled on her sparring pants and grabbed her five coins. Her father wasn't up yet, so she scrawled a short note in her big messy hand writing, 'Dear Pa, I aM leafIng to the MarKet. I Will Be BacK as soon as I kan. loVe, Pili' She left the note on the table as she grabbed an apple from the bowl in the center. With the apple in one hand and her coins in the other she left the cottage.
The towns people greeted her warmly, older men called her 'their favorite halfling', woman smiled as they gossiped across fences, children skipped along with her asking if she could fly and the young men whistled at her fit body. She loved the town, it had taken some time for the humans to get used to her, but once they did, she had a large family. The children stopped asking her their questions when she reached the endge of the village. She sent them off and started her long walk to the Saphirre River Market.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:29 am
Cyrith had just kept on walking until he found himself in another forest, and he quickly got himself "lost." Putting Slash on a branch, he quickly pulled himself up, then settled down again. "Why don't anybody ever listen to me at first? Couldn't they tell that I just wanted to be left alone? Why must people always bother me?"
"Maybe because you are a brooding fool who has nothing else to live for except getting forgiveness. My, what a moron you are." Cyrith perked up at that voice. He knew that voice like the back of his hand, and it always scared him when he heard it. He was dead, and shouldn't be able to talk to him. And that meant that Cyrith was going crazy, which was a prospect he didn't want to think about. Unbeknownst to him, though, the swords were slightly glowing.
"Go away. I can't hear you. You are dead, and can't talk to me. I am NOT going crazy. Leave me alone."
"Now, is that anyway to talk to your friend?" Cyrith fell out of the tree. Never before had the voice answered back to him. Thankfully, he hit his head, and was out cold.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:52 am
After an hour of lonely walking, Pili finally met with travelers on their way to the market as well. Soon she was one among a crowd of people pressed against eachother to get in. Her wings were pressed against her body, trying not to touch the people near to her. Some people stared at her, never seeing a halfling before; others didn't take a second glance. She held on to her preciouse coins tight, well aware of the pick-pocketers running amongst the crowd.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 4:58 am
Aria, too had been being pushed around in the croud, suddenly, someone pushed her and she fell at Pili's feet. "Ouch" she sceamed as her knee hit a rock.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 6:49 am
Startled by the girl in front of her, Pili's wings beat out, slapping the two people next to her in the face. They glarred at her as she folded her wings back into place.
"You should really be more careful," she said cooly, grabbing the girl by the arm and yanking her up with one hand, her other still grasped her coins tightly. The crowd moved around them like water around a rock in the stream. Pili was slightly taller than the elf, and with her flarring green eyes she looked down at the clumsy girl, her hand still firmly around the elf's upper arm.
"You're hurt," she said simply, eyeing blood oozing from the gash on the stranger's knee. It glimmered in the sunlight, like Pili's own green scales. "Can you walk on it?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 1:59 am
" Sorry for the trouble, but I'll be okay. Thanks. Where are you going? Do you need a lift? ", Aria asked looking at the gash.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 9:06 am
Pili simpely stared at the girl for a while before answering, "It appears that if anyone needs a lift it would be you. I am going to the market to buy a shirt; as you can see I sorely need one that will accomidate my wings. What bussiness have you here?"
With that she released the girl from her grasp and began slowly walking towards the market gate, waiting for the girl to catch up. She remembered her father telling her never to travel alone because men often took advantage of girls. Pili had laughed, most men ran at the sight of her wings; but she was concerned about this girl. She had the air of vulrability around her, especially with the cut.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 10:38 am
"Hey there, watch out!", Devasad called out down to two women, a halfling and an elf, who were in front of the horse and cart. Both turning round, they were surprised to see a cart bearing down on them, and quickly moved out of the way. Laughing, he slowed down, and gave them each an apple, before continuing through the gate.
'Hm... one of them looked strange. Must be the winged halfling that I've heard about in the inn. Shes from a village north of here I think...' Devasad pondered, before realising he was outside The Leaking Keg, Grifon's inn, and the place he was delivering the apples. Bringing the cart and Mabel around to the back of the inn, he hopped off the seat of the cart, and rapped sharply on the inn's iron-studded oak back door. It swung open with a creak, to reveal the scowling face of Grifon. "'Oo is it?" Noticing Devasad, the scowl was replaced by a grin, as he took the apples off him, and setting them beside the door inside the inn.
"Well hello there Devasad! Hows Haskill, is he well?", he enquired.
"Aye, we decided it'd be best if I delivered today, theres a few things i need to get in town. Supplies, equipment, all that."
"Ah, off on one of your trips again, I take it? I suppose Haskill has already told you about... the rumours?"
"Of the Emerald Fire? Aye. I'll be sure to keep an eye out for any strange things."
"Anyway, I can hear the punters clamouring for more ale. Here, it's on me." Grifon said, handing Devasad a bottle of mead and an apple.
Grinning at the man, Devasad thanked him, then tethered up Mabel to a post. Heading out into the market, he caught sight of the two women again, happily munching on their apples.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 2:42 pm
When Pili heard the man's call she once again grabbed the girl by the arm and pulled her out of the way. "Well, you keep getting in the way of trouble," she said with a smile. As the man ran up to them her smile faded and she gracefully accepted the apple. She continued walking, hoping the girl was following, into the city gate. She found a great fountain and sat on the edge. A dwarf family was also sitting on it, trying to calm the children. Pili sat cross legged on the morter and munched on her second apple of the day, waiting for the girl to catch up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 6:22 pm
Dearie me, he acted vehemently didn't he? Astraea mused, her stomach growling irritably. You'd figure he'd be proud to get called "Galaeron's boy". Then again, I didn't perceive the poor sap as too entirely bright.
At that moment, something on the ground caught Astraea's eye. In the edges of her peripheral vision, she had spotted an apple and now she focused on it, very surprised. She was seeing all sorts of exotic things today. Hawks and apples. Bending down, Astraea grasped it, eyeing the perfectly shaped red fruit suspiciously. Turning it over, she finally came across a blemish.
"Hello... what's this..?" It was, in fact, a small hole boring into the core of the apple. She looked into it, and just as her sight began to focus, a small wriggling creature poked itself out. Pea green in color and quite squishy-looking, it writhed around.
"Ha, a worm? Or is it a caterpillar?" Astraea pinched fingers together and pulled the squirming thing out. It happened to be a Northlandian Acid Spewing Trench Scuttle, but who was to know? As the title suggests, the little creature began spewing a disgusting sallowed liquid onto Astraea's hand. She tried to fling the little bugger, but alas, was too late. It propelled a gob of the substance at her eyes. Unable to react quickly enough, the projectile connected with its wide open target, even as the projectee was launched through the air.
"Shuite," Astraea spat (a combination of her own language's curse and the human laguage) wiping futilely at her eyes. The stuff burned like a b***h on her hand, but it was practically unbearable on her eyes. Not only that, but her vision was sliding away. Stumbling, as newly blinded people have a tendency to do, her feet found something big and bulky to trip on and so they did. She landed with an 'oof', feeling the least elfish she had in a while.
Groping around to find a solid hold and something to balance on, she felt the object she had stumbled over. A hand... two of 'em... two arms... a head with hair... damn, it was a body. "Hello?" she asked tentatively.
From above her, she heard the unmistakable sound of a hawk screeching angrily.
Shuite. ((XD))
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 6:28 pm
((Haha, nicely done. I can foresee a rather uncomfortable moment ahead xD))
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 6:38 pm
(( ^^ Thanks. Uncomfortable is my specialty))
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 9:20 am
((Would be good, except for two things. I'm out cold, and uncomfortable is my special. So, when I wake up, let us see how this turns out, shall we? You may not like how I take it))
"So, do you always fall over when someone talks to you today?" The voice was the only thing he heard, since his eyes were closed, but he started to get a bit annoyed when it laughed. "Why are you still on the ground, huh?"
Cyrith sat up, and opened his eyes.What he saw wasn't the forest ground, like he expected, but rather he saw a cloud. Underneath him. Above the ground that he was on before. Meaning, in the sky. And yet, he wasn't scared, on the outside that is. Then he noticed who it was that was actually standing less than three feet away from him: Galaeron. This caused Cyrith to forget his fear of being in the air, and replaced it with one of seeing things and going crazy.
With that fear in place, he jumped up and ran screaming. Didn't matter which direction he chose, cause he didn't care, and he just kept running. He didn't even notice that he seemed to be going in circles until he passed Galaeron three more times. Then, he just fell over, exhausted. "Leave....me.....alone. What....did......I...do..to....deserve.....seeing....things?"
"Oh, you just happened to be harboring my spirit in your swords since the time I died, yet you never knew it. And every time spilt blood gave me a bit of energy, allowing me to try to talk to you. But you never paid attention to me. Finally, I saved up enough to bring you here the next time you fell asleep. Or as the case is, passed out." He looked at Cyrith, who was lying on the ground, eyes rolled back into his head. "Damn. Just as pathetic as before."
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