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CUTENESS!!!!

A little (continuing) story of one of my elven bards... have fun reading!

Journal entry 1

My name is Delyra. I'm an elven bard of a small town. It's so small, it has no name! Anyway, a little bit about myself. Like I said, I'm a bard, and I'm an elf. Whoopdie do! The only family I've really known are the bartender and his wife at this tavern I live in. We get a lot of strange folk, but I will never forget a certain day...

As Delyra sat and strummed on her old dying mandilin, a strange sound reached her long pointy ears. All those who had been drinking in the tavern were passed out cold, so... no one in her way. She loked out the window and saw a scene that made her heart race. A mob of orcs were coming to the town like Puritains coming to burn a witch.
"We have to..." she started, but the drunks were out or close to it, and the couple she considered her family were already gone. Delyra strapped her sword to her belt, and set her cross bow and arrows on her back. As she ran to the edge of town, the local no name wizard was ridding by on some makeshift horse.
"Need a lift?" Without waiting for an answer, the mage grabbed De's wrist and pulled her up.
"Thanks." They were a good distance from the town when they saw the other survivors. A ranger in training and a rouge of some sort. Curious, she dismounted the magical steed and walked over to them.
"Okay. What the hell was that? And who the hell are you three?!" the rouge demanded. He had the signature pointy ears of an elf.
"Draken," the ranger replied, "My master and I were out scouting when the orcs saw us and simply attacked the village. Its strange, even for orcs."
"Whatever. What about you two?"
"Give me your name, and I might give you mine," was De's careful reply.
"Phodrabyant, but call me Pho. Now, give me the fricking answer."
"Delyra, but call me De." They all looked at the wizard. She was in her late twenties, early thirties with shortish red hair.
"I have no name," she told them shortly. She glarred slightly at Pho and Draken. "If you don't mind, I think we should go back, seeing as how we acted like total cowards." She started back to the village, not waiting for a reply.
"May as well..." As De walked a few feet behind the no name wizard, she sighed. Just when it seemed she could truely settle in this village...
"Oy! De! Didn't you live in the tavern?" Pho called from the remains of what was a wooden building.
"Yeah..."
"Check this out!"
She joined him by what was once the back wall of the bar.
De, have fun with the drunks. Also, treat all the survivors to the remainder of the ale. It's on the house... literally.
"*sigh* Well, I can say this... this could end up being a long journy..."

KK this is everyone hee hee ^^

Reina: sweatdrop

A little continueance to Rilma's story...
*Several hours later*
"A town finally...." Draken said. They entered the town after haveing been inspected by the guards. The town was a decent one. People were bustling about their normal lives. An evil grin struck Pho's face.
"I'm going to uh-... relieve people of their heavy gold pouches..." He grinned wickedly as he said this.
"I think I'll join you my friend... You may need someone to watch your back." Draken said with a smile. As the rest of the party milled around the town, Pho and Draken were scoping out targets. Not having to search long they found a large muscular man with an extremely large gold pouch at his side. It didnt take but a second for Pho to silently creep over there and unsheathe his dagger. He attempted to cut the bage from the man's waist... but the dagger deflected off the rope. (and if it did some other thing... so sue me Nueroth... xp )
The man looked down at the would-be thief and yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?" ...It was Arnold Schwartzanegger.... (or however you spell it) Pho ran as Draken shot an arrow at the man so he could give Pho time to escape. The arrow hit Arnold on the chest and shattered. Draken was shocked. Arnold ran up and grabbed Draken by the throat.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING PUNY MAN?!?!?" Arnold screamed.
"Put me down..." Draken said cooly.
"WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!?" Arnold screamed once more.
"I'll say it one more time...Put me down..." Draken said.
Arnold proceeds to throw Draken at a wall and yell, "IS THAT DOWN ENOUGH FOR YOU?!?!"
Draken flies right into the wall at Mach 4 and splats on it... Now a human pizza. Draken's soul appears and looks at his now splatted body.
"...Crap..." Is all he says.