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| Ranewen | Wed Jul 7, 2004 2:07 am Post #1 |
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Ranewen sat at a table nearest to a corner, in the shadows. She had her Blade of Chaos – one of the five that were only made – set on her lap and her Summoning Staff leaned against the wall. She had her wand set out near the edge of her table and her Gold in a little pouch was next to her as well. Her head leaned against the wall, just in front of her staff. She sighed slightly and gazed at her feet, wishing she had known someone there. Her dark blue eyes stared blankly, now, at the wall in front of her as if she were in a trance. She was aware, however, of all of her surroundings and she could easily draw her Blade of Chaos from its sheath and point it at anyone within seconds. Throughout the many inhabitants of Imythess, she realized, she only had three friends. She desperately wished she had more. That’s what brought her to the Elfsong Tavern and Inn. Maybe here,, she thought I’ll find a friend and make that four friends… Then again, maybe I won’t, but it’s worth a try, isn’t it? I’ve got nothing to lose… She glances out of the corner of her eye just to make sure no one was watching her. It seemed that she didn’t get many stares, although her wings stood out among the normal beings that were there. Then again, some of them weren’t normal, but still… How many times do you see a Fallen Angel in the Elfsong Tavern and Inn? Not many… From what Ranewen knew – she was the only Fallen Angel inhabiting Imythess. That made her feel special, then again… awful. |
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| Master Ace | Wed Jul 7, 2004 4:01 pm Post #2 |
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Master Ace rarely visted the city. He disliked the supidity of the average person and most of all the crowds. He was curious as to what went on here, so he decided to look around. Master Ace noticed Ranewen sitting alone. "She seems so alone, maybe I should talk to her. She looks like she gets out even less than I do," He thought to himself. He slowly approached her, trying his best not to startle her. "Is this seat taken," he asked as he put his claw on a chair from her table. |
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| Ranewen | Wed Jul 7, 2004 5:46 pm Post #3 |
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Not even bothering to look up, Ranewen shook her head back and forth. “No, it’s not,” she stated simply with no emotion at all. Isn’t he that teacher…? she asked herself and shrugged. She moved her equipment to one side of the table, taking out her two new wands as well – her druidic wand and her waves wand. Her pixie, Abyss, appeared on her shoulder and began to pester her. She sighed and swatted at her to make her go away. “Go away…” she muttered to the pixie. Her wisp was elsewhere in the tavern, causing trouble by giving people illusions. A few of them ran out of the tavern and Ranewen’s face went pale. They were screaming: “MONSTER!” or something like that. Obviously, her wisp had gotten into a lot of trouble by making it seem as if a monster was there. Soon enough, it came back and hid between Ranewen and the wall, a long with its PIC (Partner In Crime): Abyss. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Idiotic things… she thought and glared at the two for a moment before looking back at Master Ace. What does he want? she asked herself, inside her head. She usually kept mostly to herself, hence the reason why she didn’t make many friends. |
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| Master Ace | Wed Jul 7, 2004 6:48 pm Post #4 |
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"Yeah, pixie's and wisps can cuase problems in less than a heart beat. My pixie, Trixie, can really cause some havoc," he said trying to start an easy conversation. He wasn't satisfied with his pathetic attempt so He treid again. "Your wings are beautiful. I wish mine were grown out like yours," he said as he slowly removed his hood and revealed his silvery hair. He had decided to only use the hood when traveling through crowds, after all there was nothing wrong with his face. |
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| Ranewen | Wed Jul 7, 2004 6:56 pm Post #5 |
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“They seem beautiful, but they’re a curse…” she muttered under her breath and sighed slightly. Must I explain my past again? Hell, I should just announce it to the hold world! she thought with slight sarcasm. Her face did not change from its emotionless state. Her face was usually always emotionless. It was a curse, she guessed. She knew, actually; it was her fault that she had to live like this. She wished she didn’t have to, however. I’ve always wished for a normal life… One without torture; one without hatred; one without trouble following behind your every footsteps… she thought. She wondered what it was like to lead a normal life and to never have died. She couldn’t remember much of when she was a live in the beginning. All she remembered was pain. Pain; torture; starvation; slavery – those four words described her life. It was how she loved. She regretted ever being born. She still did; and she always would regret it. But there are some things we cannot change… she thought, agreeing with herself. And you Cannot Kill What You Did Not Create… she added on one of her favorite lines. |
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| Master Ace | Wed Jul 7, 2004 7:12 pm Post #6 |
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"Even the ugly duckling found that his curse, was was not a curse at all," He said softly as he heard her muttered words. He doubted his words would be enough to bring her out of her melancholy mood. He hated to to this in public but maybe it might help. He stood up and removed his robe and exposed his silvery undersized wings and tail. "You may wish had wings you could hide easily, but some wishes should be thought of carefully," he said as he turned his back so she could see. |
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| Dulakon | Wed Jul 7, 2004 7:43 pm Post #7 |
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He walked into the tavern sat down in a corner far from the others. He pulled out his dagger and started carving a symbol into the table he was at. He had lost so much, the only thing that lifted his spirits was seeing other people have a good time, which is why he had came here in the first place. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He listened to the drunks talking. He laughed not at them, but at what they were saying. "At least they can enjoy themselves." |
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| Ranewen | Thu Jul 8, 2004 1:27 pm Post #8 |
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She said nothing, just stared at his back as if she knew nothing else. This new stranger’s presence caught her eye and she jerked her head in that direction. She looked at him for a moment or two and then looked back at Master Ace before leaning her head against the wall once again like she had done before. Why can’t everyone leave me a lone? she thought grimly and sighed heavily, wishing she were in her own secluded corner in the tavern by herself, where no one else could get to her from. Sometimes, it’s a gift to want to be a lone. At other times, it’s a curse not to have anyone to talk to. She was torn these two ways, as well as being a murderer and a good citizen. She did both. Rather, she’d do both. It depended on the situation. Like now, she just wished she could kill someone; yet being the good citizen she wished to be didn’t let her. Her anger raged inside of her, wishing she could grab for the Blade of Chaos at her side. She ignored the urge and stared at the ground once again, trying not to grab for her wands now. |
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| Master Ace | Thu Jul 8, 2004 2:46 pm Post #9 |
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"You are one tough cookie. Why are you even in public?" he thought to himself. He'd have to try something else to grab her attention. He polymorphed into her form with her clothes on. He then looked at his new wings and began to feel them. "How can such gracefuly things carry a curse. I feel like I could fly for miles with these," he said as he continued to inspect the wings |
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| Zorgn | Thu Jul 8, 2004 10:02 pm Post #10 |
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Zorgn walked into the Eflsong Tavern & Inn. As usual he was followed by his Wisp and Pixie. For once, both of them were acting sane. This had surprised Zorgn a great deal, since they both seemed to have it in for him. Zorgn was trying to find a table, when his his hatchling pseudodragon stuck it's head out of his pocket and began belching smoke at two identical people sitting at a table. Zorgn grabbed the pseudodragon tried to quiet it. "Shut up. Stop spitting smoke everywhere.""Shut up. Stop spitting smoke everywhere." He sighed as his pixie decided to begin echoing him. Zorgn walked over to the pair and asked, "Which of you is the real one?" (Sorry I'm late. I've been running out of time to RP in all the posts lately.) |
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| Ranewen | Thu Jul 8, 2004 10:15 pm Post #11 |
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Ranewen looked at Master Ace for a second and shook her head. “You do not know my past… I fell from heaven! That’s a bad thing, is it not?” she asked, a bit angry. She heard a voice on her left and looked to see Zorgn and pointed at herself. “I’m the real… me,” she said truthfully and nodded her head towards her stuff. God, this kid is just making it worse… she thought, wishing to be a lone. God damnit, my curse must have caught up with me… she thought and sighed a bit, trying to be as silent as possible. In her lap, now, lay a pseudodragon, which she had named Jordison. She smiled at the sleeping creature on her lap. She couldn’t wait until it grew to its full size – even though it would only reach to the size of a dog. But, that suited her fine. She could live with a small dragon. She did, though, want a large dragon of her own. She didn’t care what it was – preferably an intelligent one. But, a dragon was a dragon, wasn’t it? |
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| Dulakon | Thu Jul 8, 2004 10:52 pm Post #12 |
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Dulakon looked over at the three. He shook his head. Can they not see she wants to be left alone. He got up out of his chair and walked over to them. "Would you two leave the lady alone." He then walked to another table and sat down. I know how she feels, alone is what I always am and will always be. |
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| Master Ace | Thu Jul 8, 2004 11:27 pm Post #13 |
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"Well I'm sorry, I just thought that you looked like you could use some company," Master Ace said as he put on his robe. As he put on his robe Draco spammed all pf their thoughts with nonsense, " Yarchible. You want to meet new people yet you want to be left alone. Acanopoop. Make up your mind. Blah blah. Yak yak." "How many times must I tell you not to do that!" Master Ace whispered to Draco who was rolling around on the floor. |
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| Lothlómendil | Fri Jul 9, 2004 4:49 pm Post #14 |
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Lómen was as bored as all get out without any mercenary work at hand and wandered about until she reached Elfsong. She thought about her friend Adsero that she hadn't seen in a long time. The good old days when they burned bars down to the ground. A mischievious grin spread across her face....Fire eh? Was pyromania contagious? She may have caught it... A fireball in each hand Lómen tossed them in through the open windows and ducked behind a tree to watch what happened. |
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| Dulakon | Fri Jul 9, 2004 5:12 pm Post #15 |
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Dulakn saw the fire and calmly walked outside. He knew what was going on. Someone is trying to cause trouble. He then noticed Lothlomendil behind a treee. "Don't tell me you did that." He looked at her with disgust. Why would an elf burn things for no reason. |
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