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Post by Willow Short on Dec 27, 2006 3:42:31 GMT -5
Sitting in the tavern was a pointy-eared pail being. She had long black and red streaked hair that was pulled up into a neat bun at the base of her long slender neck. Her face was heart shaped and she had the looks of a mer teen, maybe in her late twenties. But looks can be deceiving. Her cupids bow lips were curved into a shallow smile as her bright blue eyes gazed around the small tavern. She brought up a flute of blood-wine to her lips and sipped it, flashing small delicate fangs briefly. She was dressed in a simple get up. A pair of doe skin breeches with a plain leather jerkin, a cotton shirt underneath embroidered in black thread in complex whirls and runes. Over that she had a black cloak trimmed with gold draped over the back of her chair, her bow and quiver sitting atop the small table, she sword and scabbard buckled to her waist, resting against her thighs. She paid no heed to most of the people, keeping an eye on ones that radiated a threat. She was a drow and her name was Arya. (I know I got it from Eragon but I like the name lol)
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 2, 2007 1:34:30 GMT -5
You spelled Medieval wrong
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 2, 2007 1:41:10 GMT -5
i know
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 2, 2007 1:42:19 GMT -5
Okay, just so you know...Is your character a vampire?
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 2, 2007 1:46:23 GMT -5
drow.
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 2, 2007 1:54:03 GMT -5
"Go home, sister," he whispered to the little one who was hiding under the table in the tavern. "Mother was have you by the neck if she knew you were out here." He gave his sister a deadly stern look and she scurried out from under the table and ran for the door. It was just his eyes that followed her. He wanted her out of there before dark. For some reason he had a terrible feeling about this night. Some thing that would change everything. Yet, he still couldn't place it, which is strange for a psychic. His sister, on her flee, ran into Arya but didn't look back to apologize. "I'm sorry," he called to her, "she's a bit too young for manners."
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 2, 2007 1:59:35 GMT -5
she smiled slightly."young ones are young, they do what they are made to do. i dont mind much."she said smoothly
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 2, 2007 2:08:44 GMT -5
"Can you say the same for old ones?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. He saw something interesting in this woman.
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 2, 2007 2:10:40 GMT -5
"they have lived for years and are wise, it is the same with most"
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 2, 2007 2:11:30 GMT -5
"Wisdom only comes with years?" he asked.
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 2, 2007 2:13:52 GMT -5
"yes, but for some it comes along with birth"
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 2, 2007 2:15:40 GMT -5
He nodded, in a considering way. "But mostly, from trauma," he said, "experiznces that one isn't ready to face."
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 2, 2007 2:16:18 GMT -5
she nodded."mostly"
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 2, 2007 2:20:00 GMT -5
Charon, Hermes, Father time. It does not matter what name. Death is always lurking around every corner. Quite literally. Death had a call in this area that piqued his interest quite a bit. Some one wise, some one who's seen it all. That's what he needed. But first, he'd need a body.
"W--Would you let me buy you a drink?" he suggested.
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 2, 2007 2:22:10 GMT -5
she finished her dink and sat it down"sure"
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 2, 2007 2:24:24 GMT -5
He picked up the flute and smelt it. "Wine?" he mused. He got another two, repeating her order and making his own white wine.
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 2, 2007 2:32:02 GMT -5
she smiled"your sharp."she said before thanking him
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 2, 2007 2:33:27 GMT -5
'It had nothing to do with my nose," he said, "but your mind."
Claud entered then...the infamous evildoer of all the ancient tales. He saw Arya, his soon-to-be-wooed woman, sitting with and strange, man, whom he did not care to take a good look at. "Arya," he called, "Your father wishes to have dinner with you."
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 2, 2007 2:34:35 GMT -5
she laughed softly"my mind huh? you didnt get lost in my thoughts?"she twiched suddenly when claud called to her."and i thought i lost HIM"she muttered plastering a fake smile on her face."he dose claud?"
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 2, 2007 2:40:01 GMT -5
"Yes," Claud said, "Did you not notice how dark it's gotten?" The main thing that our sitting man wished for was not to be seen. IT might just cause some unwanted violence.
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