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 Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2005 3:13 pm
The Great Sky Mouse sits in his lodge looking over those below. Those toiling and ruining his area. He closes his eyes and tries to erase them from his mind, paying no attention to them. He sighs and looses a bit of fog to float over and cover the inn and that glade.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:20 pm
Drifts far, far away... over there...
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 8:39 pm
*sends will-o-the-whisps into the fog to mislead people*
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:44 pm
Watches them go and remains inside the Inn.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 6:09 pm
Flies toward the ceiling for roof access
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2005 9:38 am
Mahayr paces the floor inside her chambers, twisting her fingers together in mild distress. Where is he, she wonders to herself... what is taking him so long. Stopping at the window, she leans her hands against the sill, looking down at the courtyard and breathing slowly.
Letting a long breath go in a rush, she jerks herself away, moving to the side of the bed and pouring a bit of water from the pitcher into the bowl... enough to wash her face and hands, drying them afterwards with a controlled hesitancy.
Taking another long slow breath, she lets it go more calmed, turning to make her way out the door and down the stairs, into the kitchen to check on the servants and their ever-ready preparations. Seeing things in good order, she enters the common room to settle on plush furs, always there for her by the fire.
Resting more back on her heels, she pulls the treasured weave from its place, slips the worn leather thimble over a finger, and sets to work, pushing away the disquieting thoughts. He will not be long...
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2005 11:16 pm
He furrows his brow and begins to pace a bit muttering softly to himself. "If the offering is late then they shall pay.." As he mutters and paces, clouds begin to gather below darkening flashes of lightning starting not striking anything, Yet. But there is the posibilty that it will.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 1:51 pm
On the ground a man covered from head to toe in old, dingy bandages walks through the fog; he gives the impression of a man lost.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2005 12:17 am
Foul` drags her feet along the ground, her usual scowl in place, her breath somewhat ragged from her in efforts taking such a journey, and her generally poor impression of everyone (and now this man in particular) only serving to heighten her already-disgusted mood.
Not that she ever minds a good fog...
Well. Time will tell. Poorly for the likes of -them-, she is ohsovery sure!
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2005 7:26 am
He closes his eyes and shudders ever so softly muttering a little bit he walks over and gently strokes one of his children, the great golden eagle. He smiles and then takes it out allowing the fog to lift almost entirely, hanging just enough left so that it would be difficult for most to see more than a couple hundred feet. He smiles and sends the large bird to go and retrieve someone... preferably female... for he feels the need for a bit of company. He reminds the eagle to make sure that they have a gift to give.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2005 6:01 pm
She walks in on silent feet. She settles on furs, tucking her legs underneath and snugging the furs comfortably. Stretching out her arms in front of her and placing her hands palm to palm and rubbing them briskly. She rolls out a scroll and leaning over to read and wait for company
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 3:51 pm
Foul`
Losing what little is left of her always-thin patience, she scowls roughly as she shoves into the slow, lost-looking man. Kicking him roughly in the ankle, she fumes under her breath about vagrants and scallywags, dawdlers and scoundrals.
Go along, then, slowpoke, or get behind and try to keep up. I know where I am going. Follow me if you dare.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:50 pm
Mahayr Losing what little is left of her always-thin patience, she scowls roughly as she shoves into the slow, lost-looking man. Kicking him roughly in the ankle, she fumes under her breath about vagrants and scallywags, dawdlers and scoundrals.Go along, then, slowpoke, or get behind and try to keep up. I know where I am going. Follow me if you dare. As she kicks the man a large golden eagle lands infront of her and scolds her in a rather high screeching voice. "Yah should na do that! But anyway.. The Sky Mouse requests yah Pressence... He said tah make sure yah brought a proper offerin'!" The eagle bows its head. "Do yah?" It cocks its head as if studying her in that manner that most wild birds do.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 8:31 pm
Foul`
Stopping up short, her eyes widen a bare fraction of a second before her bluster returns and she pulls her hood in a hasty motion more over her head and face, stomping a foot to punctuate her mood... only deepening to black at the unwanted reminders of eagles.
Regarding the bird with veiled hostility, she almost chokes at the demands carried to her in this manner. Making a rude noise in her throat, the derision is clear enough on her face - the disbelief at such a thing bristling the tiny hairs on her neck as she eases past the feathered intruder and continues on her way, not deigning to reply.
Picking up her pace only long enough to catch up with the still-overly-slow man, she growls under her breath, fighting the urge to look back.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 9:59 am
Mahayr Foul`Losing what little is left of her always-thin patience, she scowls roughly as she shoves into the slow, lost-looking man. Kicking him roughly in the ankle, she fumes under her breath about vagrants and scallywags, dawdlers and scoundrals.Go along, then, slowpoke, or get behind and try to keep up. I know where I am going. Follow me if you dare.
He walked silently as she spoke and not a sound made he while the eagle spoke, but his head tilted forward to shade his face as the woman demonstrater her distaste.
When she had caught up to him, not that he was trying to hard to escape, he made no allusion(sp) to his awareness of her. He was either lost, or deep in concentration.
Finally, and without warning his feet stopped moving and he turned his head a bit toward the woman; then he pauses for a moment before eventually speaking, "... Why are you following me. You have more important business to attend to..." His voice was deep and grough; somewhat strained and amost monsterous. His one visible eye was tinted red and through the light fog it seemed to almost glow, but this was surly a trick of light.
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