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| Ocardonydd | Fri Aug 20, 2004 1:38 am Post #1 |
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Ocardonydd was sitting at the bar drinking an ale and thinking to himself, mostly about Veronna. He looked around the tavern and saw that it was filling up for the night. He couldn't believe how busy it was but he didn't mind a whole lot. He finished his drink and ordered another, still looking around. He was thinking about getting a room for the night, but he didn't care at the moment. He listened to the bard playing music and was watching some people dance, and sighed. He missed his family, all of them, and wished they were here at Imythess, it would be a wonderful spot to live but he knew his mother and father would stay where there at. He was turning his drink around in it's glass, his mind still lost in his thoughts. He looked up when he heard the door swing open yet again, but this time, whoever it was, made sure the door smacked against the wall and bounced back. The cloaked figure walked to a corner and sat down, and Ocar wondered who that was. He shrugged and went back to his drink, thinking yet again. |
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| Aeri | Fri Aug 20, 2004 2:05 am Post #2 |
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Aeri was indeed that bard who was playing at the tavern. She had been lucky enough to be allowed the stage and now she sang and plucked her harp quickly, weaving a daring ballad about the battle of Laoura and the Old Evil God who had tainted the land long ago. People danced and she shared their joy, standing and setting her harp carefully on the stool she had been using to sing and dance, her breezy aura sweeping over the people and sweeping her hair happily back from her face. This was the happiest she had been in a long while... |
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