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 Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 9:11 pm
 As you walk into the room you are greeting with a very usual sight. The doorway seems to have lead you outside into a bright and sunny garden with red blooms and overgrown ivy the nearly covers a golden door. The further you go in you realise that the garden has very REAL boundries. Although it seems to go on for miles, it stops suddenly in certain areas. Upon examination, you realize that the invisible boundries are made out of cold stone. Figures the prankster would do something like that. You move up to the door and knock on it. To your surprize, it opens as soon as your hand hits the gold.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 9:42 pm
You enter and the first thing that you see is an assorment of jars, herbs, pans, and a single dead fowl. Off to the right is a large caludren and a fire place with a large flat metal surface on it. Apparently this is where Vivi does her cooking, and, judging by the smell, a lot of it. Destirbingly close to the kicthen and slightly off to the left, your eyes fall onto another table. It has brightly colored liquids in strange glass vials. Certain groups of colors seem to do different things, or so the note scribbled beside them would say. Note: Water into Ice Note: Dizzy feeling You continue down the hall, taking everything is. Weird things seem to pop out at you. There is dancing light on the wall for brief moments even though there is no sun and sometimes a shadow will pass by too quickly to validate you even saw it. With relief, another door can be seen. You notice that this door isn't gold, but quite as elaborate in design. Going up to it, you notice that this too, is unlocked.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:19 pm
You walk into the room and the smell of burning oil instantly hits your nose. It's a heady smell and makes you a little dizzy. As you enter more deeply into the room, your eyes catch a richly decorated bed, done in a middle eastren style. On a table to the left of the bed is a little tattered book with yellowing paper sticking out off it. On the other table is a leather bound book seemingly in much better condition.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:21 pm
You Approach the Tattered and worn book first. Your fingers glide arcoss the spine, and to your surprize, it is folder instead of a book. Out of curriosity you crack it open.
It seems that these are pictures that Vivi has drawn on her adventures and travels of different creatures.
Young Girl Near Water
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:22 pm
You put down the sketch folder and walk over to the leather bound book. You open it up and start to read. Or try to. It is written in a strange an unknown language to you.
It's the personal log of Vivi and her adventures.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 6:25 pm
(( From the Gate))
Vivi yawns and stretches out. She threw her surprizingly little traveling bundle on her bed and starts to unpack.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 4:13 pm
A sigh escaped Vivian as she finished her unpacking. She took off her goggles and revealed suprizingly beautiful gray eyes. Her eyes drifted to the mirror and a amazingly pretty face stared back.
She made a face at herself and went to untying her hair. Black locks tumbled over her tanned shoulders, framing her face quite nicely. She removed the heavy robe to reveal a black clad figure that most men would look twice at.
Yes, Vivian DeCanter was a very attractive young elf but she hated the fact. Nobody ever took her seriously in her travels when she showed herself off.
They just patted her head and told her it was cute that someone like her formed an opinion like that. So she hid herself in her magical robes and behind her goggles and strange clothing. People started to listen to her then.
However, she hadn't had a drink bought for her in a few decades.
She kicked off her leather boots and walked over to her vials. A smile crossed her lips.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 4:54 pm
Christophers walked down the darkened corridores, his faithful familiar Shadasai had already left his shoulder to fly ahead. He had no doubt that she was planning her next prank on him. He merely shook his head, and began to whistle a light tune from another century.
He had found himself in the residential wing of the Castle, and everything was quiet. He had still not decided to stay at the Castle or return to the Entente'. Oh, the quarters setup for him were of the best quality, and comforts, still though he preferred his ship.
Well soon he would decide as his quarters were only a mere fifty feet more.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 5:01 pm
Vivian had taken off her stockings and slipped on a pair of sandles before she left the comfert of her room and the joys of her flasks. The air felt good on her bare legs and she forgot how nice things could feel without all of the heavy clothing and robes that she normally wore.
The door was ajar and the smell of honeysuckle drifted from her room. She had changed a flask of vial liquid into her favorite perfume. She shut the door and started to walk.
A tune reached her ears and her eyebrow lifted. Well, if it wasn't another human being. A smile quirked against the right side of her cheek. Perhaps one quick prank before she decided to hit the hay would be benifical to her well being.
She followed the sound of the music. Infront of her was the back of a man that she knew as Christophers. Quietly she snuck up behind him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 5:10 pm
Christophers continued his stroll when the back of his hairs began to stand on end. Oh, the person was very very quiet to be sure. Though, one did not reach the status of Archmage without coming in with a measure of experience. Plus being a Eternal Knight, well enough of that. Some one was coming up behind him.
Without turning around or changing his pace, he began to speak.
"Friend or foe, I do not know, but know this, I have more protective wards upon my person to cause sufficient damage to you. So speak now, or retreat...." He said, but his words came to an abrupt pause.
He then detected the fragrance of honeysuckle.
"Nice perfume, by the way, Miss."
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 5:17 pm
Vivian sighed and stomped her foot in a playful way. Damned perfume. She hated when people foiled her like that. Nothing made her happier when people got it with simple pranks.
" You're no fun," she said walking infront of him, " you're not suppose to notice me." She brushed her hair from her eyes. " I was trying to scare you."
Well, if she couldn't pull a fast one on him, she might as well get to know him. Knowing people in Court made it easier to get things done. Not to mention she liked picking people's brains.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 5:21 pm
Christophers studied her attractive features, and noted the elven descent. He smiled a little bit as she through her subtle tantrum, and placed his hands behind his back, and leaned a little bit forward.
"Scare me? But what would of happened if I was old and frail? You could of caused a heart attack, then you would have to explain a dead body. Can't have that can we?'
Christophers winked at her, as he remembered her from the Audience Chamber.
"My name is Christophers, Sherman J. Christophers."
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 5:30 pm
Vivi flushed as he leaned forward. She wasn't used to people doing that to her anymore. Normally she faded out into the crowd until she spoke.
Quickly she recovered and a smile crossed her lips. Her eyes sparkled as she shook his hand with hers. She flushed once more at the wink, but continued to smile.
" Nice to meet you," she said, " my name is Vivian DeCanter. And dead bodies are no trouble. I have some plants that need fertilizer."
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 5:33 pm
Christophers chuckled a little from the elfs response.
"Well I have been told a few times I am full of sh... " His smile broadened a little bit more.
"So, what do we do now? Do we part company or create a new discussion and talk awhile in more comfortable surrounds?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 5:41 pm
She laughed. That was actually pretty funny. Yes, she think she would like to get to know this man better. He seemed like a really nice guy.
" I think we should talk," she replied, " afterall, getting to know people and making friendships is what makes lasting loyalty in war."
Another laugh came from her lips. She couldn't believe she was going to say what she had going through her mind.
" So, my place, or yours?"
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