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| Xi'Nazreth | Tue Mar 9, 2004 9:41 pm Post #1 |
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Silently approaching the door to the tavern, Xi'Nazreth opened the door and stepped in. It was fairly busy that night, most of the tables were taken. He casually looked over the room, looking for anyone he recognized. After seeing a rowdy, drunken bunch of dwarves get up and leave a table off to the side, he approached it after they left and sat down. Laying his scimitar and dagger down on the table, he sighed...it had been a long day on the road. This was his first time back in Imythess for awhile. He coudn't remember his last time here. As he recounted his many adventures in this land, the waitress came up. "C'n I getcha anything?" she asked. "Oh, some wine and water you have to eat." the drow replied. Settling back down, he let his mind wander... |
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| whatshername | Tue Mar 9, 2004 9:49 pm Post #2 |
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Vynni was sitting on a stool in the middle of the floor, strumming his lyre for all who cared to listen. Although the din of the tavern was loud, the gentle sounds of the lyre strings wafted by every ear in a cunning murmur. He looked up only every now and then when someone new entered the tavern, just a habit of his. It wasn't his most favorite thing in the world to see someone he's met before...seeing as how the only people he's met weren't too kindly disposed towards him. He saw someone new enter. Cloaked with a dagger and a scimitar. It was too easy to spot an assasin. Vynni just nonchalantly continued to play his music, even though all his senses were alert, as they always were when assasins were concerned. |
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| Xi'Nazreth | Tue Mar 9, 2004 10:22 pm Post #3 |
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As he looked about the tavern, he noticed a minstel playing a lyre. He also noticed the looks the minstel was sending his way. "A bit more than regular", he thought, and chuckled slightly. |
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| whatshername | Wed Mar 10, 2004 2:37 pm Post #4 |
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Vynni finished his song and decided to subtlely find out if the assasin was any possisble threat to him...or any of his other aliases, at any rate. "Any song requests, sir?" |
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| Xi'Nazreth | Sun Mar 21, 2004 6:45 pm Post #5 |
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"Hmm, a song? Let me think....ahhh, do you know 'As Darkness Came'? It's a rather slow ballad, and I do enjoy a ballad." The drow did not know wy he was being so friendly. He had just come in for a drink and possible a place to sleep. Most did not take well to a drow anyhow. |
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| whatshername | Sun Mar 21, 2004 9:10 pm Post #6 |
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"I confess I don't know that song," Vynni replied. "But I can play a slow ballad. It's a long one--The Black Fox Skin." He strummed his lyre for a short overture. "There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long Night came the man-who-had-no-name; Bearing his prize of a black fox pelt, out of the Wild he came. His cheeks were blanched as the flume-head foam when the brown spring freshets flow; Deep in their dark, sin-calcined pits were his sombre eyes aglow; They knew him far for the fitful man who spat forth blood on the snow. "Did ever you see such a skin?" quoth he; "there's nought in the world so fine-- Such fullness of fur as black as the night, such lustre, such size, such shine; It's life to a one-lunged man like me; it's Imythess, it's women, it's wine. "The Moose-hides called it the devil-fox, and swore that no man could kill; That he who hunted it, soon or late, must surely suffer some ill; But I laughed at them and their old squaw-tales. Ha! Ha! I'm laughing still. "For look ye, the skin--it's as smooth as sin, and black as the core of the Pit. By gun or by trap, whatever the hap, I swore I would capture it; By star and by star afield and afar, I hunted and would not quit. "For the devil-fox, it was swift and sly, and it seemed to fleer at me; I would wake in fright by the camp-fire light, hearing its evil glee; Into my dream its eyes would gleam, and its shadow would I see. "It sniffed and ran from the ptarmigan I had poisoned to excess; Unharmed it sped from my wrathful lead ('twas as if I shot by guess); Yet it came by night in the stark moonlight to mock at my weariness. "I tracked it up where the mountains hunch like the vertebrae of the world; I tracked it down to the death-still pits where the avalanche is hurled; From the glooms to the sacerdotal snows, where the carded clouds are curled. "From the vastitudes where the world protrudes through clouds like seas up-shoaled, I held its track till it led me back to the land I had left of old-- The land I had looted many moons. I was weary and sick and cold. "I was sick, soul-sick, of the futile chase, and there and then I swore The foul fiend fox might scathless go, for I would hunt no more; Then I rubbed mine eyes in a vast surprise--it stood by my cabin door. "A rifle raised in the wraith-like gloom, and a vengeful shot that sped; A howl that would thrill a cream-faced corpse-- and the demon fox lay dead. . . . Yet there was never a sign of wound, and never a drop he bled. "So that was the end of the great black fox, and here is the prize I've won; And now for a drink to cheer me up--I've mushed since the early sun; We'll drink a toast to the sorry ghost of the fox whose race is run." |
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| Tilindra Melir | Mon Mar 22, 2004 10:12 am Post #7 |
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Continued from outside A small woman entered the inn. She had a backpack, and looked as if she had been travelling. She was slightly out of breath, and was looking round at everyone more intensely than you would expect for a simple traveller. At the sound of the music a small smile appears on her face, and she took a seat near the stage. The bag she surreptiously pushed under the table between her and the wall. The waitress came over. What can I get you miss? She asked. Ale, strong. And a bowl of whatever's cooking. Her answer was curt and dismissive, with her thoughts obviously elsewhere. The waitress, used to this kind of behaviour, headed off to get the order. As the bard finished his ballad. She gave a loud applause, showing her obvious enjoyment for the part she had heard. |
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| whatshername | Tue Mar 23, 2004 6:08 pm Post #8 |
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Vynni gave a slight bow toward toward the woman who had just entered and was applauding him. He didn't get applause too often, so it was genuinely appreciated. "Thank you, madam, I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then Vynni suddenly thought of the time. Has long has it been since he's had a change? Over an hour, for sure. He never liked staying as one alias for too long; it made him uneasy and idle. It was time for a change. "Excuse me now, but it's time I continued on the road. Again, thank you all for your attention." He bowed himself from the inn, then secretly entered from the back into a room. He changed his clothes and removed the effects of the Alter-Self spell completely... Jidai entered through the front door of the inn. She'd been working all day, whether it was research at the library or playing the lute, and that Alter-Self spell was always a chore to use. Now she could just relax like anyone else in the inn. She sat at a table and ordered some ale as well as some of the chicken that she could smell from the kitchen. |
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| Tilindra Melir | Tue Mar 23, 2004 6:20 pm Post #9 |
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Tilindra looked slightly disappointed when the minstrel said he was leaving. She had hoped to hear some more music. When the waitress bought the food over, she sat and ate with a hearty appetite. When a woman entered the inn, she stopped eating, and tensed, as if ready to run, her hand dropping down to her bag. Seeing it was no one she knew, she relaxed, bringing her hand back up as if nothing had happened. She gave the stranger a friendly smile, in apology for her staring, and continued to eat her food. |
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| whatshername | Tue Mar 23, 2004 6:26 pm Post #10 |
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Jidai smiled and nodded back at the woman, accepting the silent apology. When she turned back to her food, she laughed secretly to herself. She remembered those days all too well: eyes darting everywhere to verify every face within seeing distance, ears catching every deft sound, and always prepared to run away. It was fun for awhile, but just wasn't healthy to have all that stress. That was why, out of her countless aliases, all wanted criminals for some reason or another, she created three who would be innocent, three masks she could hide behind in peace. |
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| Tilindra Melir | Sun Mar 28, 2004 1:04 am Post #11 |
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Tilindra finished her meal, and began to relax somewhat. She had obviously managed to get in here without being seen. She bagan to look around, wondering if there was anyone she could pass the time with. She had several hours to kill, and she would attract less attention if she spent the rest of her time in company. She tried to catch someone's eye to see if they would be happy with some company. Her eyes rested, on the woman who had last arrived. SHe decided that out of everyone here, she looked to be the most welcoming. Tilindra picked up her bag, and her drink and headed over to the woman's table. Excuse me. You look as if you would be welcoming to some company. Do you mind if I join you? She had an open, friendly smile on her face. |
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| whatshername | Sun Mar 28, 2004 5:17 pm Post #12 |
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Jidai smiled back. "Not at all. Have a seat." Jidai never actually mingled with people much, never really attempted making any friends because of the life she led. It was interesting to actually have some company to talk to for a change. "My name is Jidai." She held out her hand to shake. |
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| Tilindra Melir | Sun Mar 28, 2004 9:46 pm Post #13 |
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Surprised at the quick acceptance, Tilindra took the hand, and sat down, placing her bag under the table. I'm Tilindra. It's a pity you didn't arrive half an hour ago. There was a good looking minstrel here, very talented. He might have stayed if the audience was larger. She drank her drink, listening to the babble of voices around her. Have you had a long journey to get here. she said, making casual conversation. |
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| whatshername | Wed Mar 31, 2004 12:40 am Post #14 |
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Jidai tried not to laugh when Tilindra mentioned a "good-looking minstrel." She just took another sip of her ale and held the laugh back, swallowing it down her throat along with the drink. "A long journey? Rather difficult to say, really. Do you mean from my home or from the last place I was at?" |
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| Tilindra Melir | Wed Mar 31, 2004 9:16 am Post #15 |
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Tilindra considered that for a moment. She was not used to making conversation, and if she hadn't been worried about exactly what the box contained, she wouldn't have this need to talk. The second one I suppose, unless you just came from home, then it would be both She gave a smile, as she took another sip of her ale. You can always make something up. I'll understand if you don't want to tell me about yourself. Her eyes twinked with amusement at the thought that someone would be truthful about themselves. It was not something she had ever come across. |
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