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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 9:17 pm
No village is complete without a warm, nice road. And side walks too!
The sidewalk has trees to make it look like boulevard-like
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:54 pm
[[Enter from Pub]]
The large willow tree just outside the pub was difficult to miss, but Ewan walked into it regardless and had to stumble backwards to keep his balance. A growing wind rushed through the drooping branches and gave the tree the illusion of life, reaching down to brush across his face like the gentle hand of the woman Ewan hoped to have one day. The dancing and whistling of the branches would be filled more of life than his dark chambers, so he leaned against the thick trunk and slipped down it's weathered surface to sit and watch the last bustling of the midnight mummers return to their houses with another in tow.
Promiscuous women moved from door to door, eventually finding entry into the beds of fellow drunken lads and leaving the silence of the growing storm behind them. When the rain started, Ewan was thankful that the heavy leaves of the willow sheltered him and the still coursing liquor kept him warm. Something about the Scottish storms that moved in off the near coast brought comfort to Ewan as others cowered, possibly the promise that the next morning would be different. Sailors boats would come unbound to the docks and float off into the sea, many likely falling into the shallow depths but still never to be seen again. A child would enter the world between the agonizing screams of his mother and deafening claps of thunder, spenind their lives the product of trajedy and threat. Come morning, something always changed and one day, the change would be his.
Ewan took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, metallic odor the first hard rains in months always bled out of the soil. I think I'll stay here til morning, he thought, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the willow. Sleep never came quickly for him, but he could not have asked for better company.
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Undaunted_Hawk Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:03 pm
[[ ENTER from Pub. ]]  Anwen “Andrew” Fiddler
A Girl in Boy’s Clothing
Please, just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do,
Anwen stood there with her arms crossed over her bound chest, watching him simply enjoy the rain. She'd lost many loved ones to the chills of rain, but she decided that a little fall of rain couldn't hurt him. It reminded her of a song that her mother had once sang to her when she was lying in her deathbed, coughing up blood every other verse, but her voice had still been the most heavenly sound Anwen had ever heard. "Now don't you fret, my dear friend, I don't feel any pain. A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now...." She couldn't help but sing it, especially since Ewan appeared to be unconscious, and her voice was as lovely as a songbird's. "...And you will keep me safe and you will keep me close. The rain will make the flowers grow."
She then walked over to him and sang the rest of the song quietly as she knelt down and felt for his pulse. "...This rain will wash away what's past..." Then she wrapped one of his limp arms around her small set of shoulders and gently hauled him to his feet. She quietly murmured to him, "Sorry, my good friend, but you'll catch the worst of colds and it's against my morals to save you once from that harpy and then let you freeze to death."
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things that make you run away
Catch you if I can.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 7:41 am
((from tailor)) ☢ Eliza Minzaio ☢ ✥-━┈┈━-✥ 〖Eliza walked down the streets, heading off to the forest and attempt to vanish from the tailor's sight.
"Stupid girl." Her robe still enshrouding her image. Making her look mysterious to approach.〗✥-━┈┈━-✥ ((Just to show her getting away from Scarlet.))
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 12:44 pm
Beautiful, Ewan thought as he sat silently listening to the squire take his own thoughts and spin them into a melody that flowed with the soft pattering of the rain on the leaves above them. His suspicions were confirmed on the first sweet note of the song. Andrew was most certainly not a man nor a prepubescent boy. A women in man's armor for what Ewan could only imagine had something to do with her position as a squire. He did not know the punishment (if there was one) for females to hold the position having never heard of such a case, but the protection of her identity must have been vital-too vital for a frequently drunken physician to be trusted with the truth. Still, he wanted to know her real name.
As she hauled him limply to his feet, he balanced himself to stay standing and withdrew his arm from around her false shoulders. He wasn't intoxicated enough to require help to walk, but a leading hand every now and then would be helpful. "Nice song," he whispered, 'nice' being the best compliment he could come up with at the moment. Ewan slid his fingers around hers, feeling again, how small her hands were and lumbered slowly to the castle; bringing the squire in tow. "Take me to my place?" he ventured, honestly hoping she'd stay the night. He wasn't planning on letting her know about his discovery, but as long as she never out-right told him she was a woman, he'd play the card of possible doubt. After all, he still needed someone to spend the night since Finvara was with the Stormcloud.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 1:44 pm
 The seamstress ran out of her shop, chasing after Eliza. Eventually, she lost sight of her but perhaps she had time to warn Gave. She turned around and tried to find her bearings. Running toward the training grounds, she kept in mind what Anwen had taught her. Find a pattern to run with and she'll run faster.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 3:06 pm
☢ Eliza Minzaio ☢✥-━┈┈━-✥ 〖Eliza noticed the tailor was heading away from her. It was the perfect chance now. Without showing her body at all, she quickly dashed after Scarlet. Eventually she caught up with her and stopped Scarlet in her tracks.
"How do you know me? Even with the emblem, no one would ever guess my name. Answer me this. Do you know my stupid and lazy brother?" She still hid her presence behind the robe. Obviously, she did not want to draw much attention. Her body a foot taller and well built. She looked at Scarlet, a sense of a snake ready to kill her prey. But she did not want to kill her here.
〗✥-━┈┈━-✥
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 4:38 pm
Scarlet stopped in her tracks and stared the older woman. "He's merely a customer and I like to gossip," she said. "I made him a cozy for his sword and an outfit. That is the extent of my contact with him."
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Undaunted_Hawk Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 5:06 pm
Anwen “Andrew” Fiddler
A Girl in Boy’s Clothing
Please, just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do,
Anwen was slightly surprised to see that he had woken up and a furiously dark red blush formed on her pale cheeks, but the dim lighting from the pub would hide it from his sight. "Well, that was unexpected for you to hear that..." She muttered as she took his hand with her bandaged one and began to walk with him to the castle, surprised at his haste and coordination, well, for how drunk she'd believed him to be, anyways. "That's what I intended to do and I'm not going to leave until you can think properly."
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things that make you run away
Catch you if I can. [[ EXIT to Somewhere in the Castle? ]]
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 5:21 pm
☢ Eliza Minzaio ☢✥-━┈┈━-✥ 〖"A cozy?" Eliza was unsure if she knew him or not. But a sword cozy? Of all things?
"That is not all. I heard something about The swordsman in love with a woman. And YOU of all people know who I am or even heard about me. TELL ME THE TRUTH!" It was at this point she grabbed Scarlet with her only hand around her left arm. She did not want her to leave just yet.
"Tell me or I will have to torture you."〗✥-━┈┈━-✥
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 5:35 pm
Scarlet smirked and said"We were having small talk. I asked Sir Gave if he had any siblings as I was delivering his outfit to him and chatted. That's how I know about you." She struggled against her grip on her arm.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:06 pm
☢ Eliza Minzaio ☢✥-━┈┈━-✥ 〖The smirk made Eliza truly angry. She started to slowly twist her arm behind her back. Going as far as to even dislodge it if possible. Her words even louder.
"Bull#@4! Gave is one who keeps talking to a minimum! Now you tell me the real truth or suffer much pain! A Minzaio can smell lies." Her foot was ready to kick her if she continued the act.
Her eyes piercing at her body. Scanning her and finally smirking.
"You do have a nice figure. It would be a shame if I ruined it." Already the desire to harm started to grow. Her hood fell off to reveal her slightly scarred face.〗✥-━┈┈━-✥
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:39 pm
Scarlet yelped at the pain and bit her lip. "So, you want information? On Gave? Is that all?" She lowered her head in defeat. She didn't want to tell her anything but her life was in danger. "What do you want to know?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:53 pm
☢ Eliza Minzaio ☢✥-━┈┈━-✥ 〖Eliza tossed her arm to the side, standing firm as to show running would be out of the option.
"What is your Relationship with the man? Cause you could be the reason why Anwen says his training is not working for her. After all, Love makes someone weaker. A true knight needs no love. Our mother only fell in love with dad when she was only training others. Her time with him was due to how she was near retirement and how she was no longer entering the field of battle. Love is a weakness that corrupts you in battle." Eliza looked down at Scarlet. She felt like spitting on her now. Weak and pretty.〗✥-━┈┈━-✥
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:02 pm
Scarlet rudder her arm gingerly and grumbled. "He is training me in discipline for an hour a day. You could say we're slightly more than friends but that would be up to him." She glared at Eliza from under the rim of her hat.
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