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| Tweet Topic Started: Mon Mar 7, 2005 2:11 am (353 Views) | |
| Niel | Mon Mar 7, 2005 2:11 am Post #1 |
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The city of Taras was quiet all except the various noises and sounds that echoed out of the Song of Elves Tavern & Inn. People danced and sang and drank with merriment as if the gods had blessed the place with an auroa of happiness. A couple of staggering men seemed to dance out of the tavern as a blinded elven figure crept inside. He stood no taller then six feet in height, his hood casting an ominous shadow upon his face. The cloaked elven figure slowly and weakly felt his way to a table in the furthest corner of the tavern. Normally he would not mind sitting out in the open but at the moment he was weak and tired. He needed something to eat and drink even if it was a small portion. The fire at the opposit end of the tavern from the shadowed elven figure cast a purfect shadowy upon where he sat. Only those who had seen him before, though barely any had, or those he were very sensitive to strange presences could tell he was there. A large part of him wished that no one would fully recognize him for his greetings almsot always ended in blood. He tried so many times to be gracious and so on but it seemed to be his never ending curse. Though it was his voice that gave him away even though one could not see his face. It would send a chill up ones spine as it seemed to ride the morning forest breeze. Or it could even stab, those who were his enemy, like a chizel made of blue flamed ice. Though his blindfold seemed to cast curiosity into many. For what it held had changed the lives of many like forcing hell upon an angel. Only few times had its secret ever healed a wound or made one strong. So for the good of many The shadowy elven figure kept his secret hidden behind that blindfold of soft green cloth. |
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| Leeron | Mon Mar 7, 2005 2:48 am Post #2 |
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Half drunk, Leeron's dark eyes swept the noisy tavern with only a half-drunk perception of what was really going on and from what he could tell, it was mostly noise. Having come here to drown out his sorrows with a rather large tankard, Leeron found himself little but relaxed as the songs of the band drifted warily through the building, a slightly high pitched tune with several irregular notes now and then. To him it seemed as if the band didn't know what an instrument was. Finally deciding he was seated far to close to source of his annoyment, he rose from his shabby table and drifted towards the back of the room to seek peace, but as he moved through the clutter of wooden tables he spotted a hooded figure finding his way to a table, the man was obviously blind. Something hung about the man, something intriguing, perhaps dangerous. Leeron, curious, and in need of some way to pass the time, moved toward the barely noticeable figure and said to the unusual man. "May I offer you a drink?..." he left the question hanging. |
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| Saskia | Tue Mar 8, 2005 1:37 am Post #3 |
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(Hope you two do not mind that I join in )A soft creak came through the oak door as a small, hooded figure entered into the tavern. Closing the door softly the figure gracefully, yet swiftly walked across towards the bar. Pulling out a rickety stool, the hood of the black cape was tossed off, revealing a pretty halfling... mixed with some sort of elven blood. Pulling herself into place on the seat she ordered a glass of wine. The aromas of smoke and rum filtered through the air. A feeling of melancholy came over her as she surveyed the bustling place. There was a great deal of eating and drinking, smoking, making love, laughing, cheating, and fiddling. Her gaze finally settled upon two dark figures in the far corner. Taking a sip of the freshly arrived wine, she pondered on what the two were doing. The wine tasted exquisite, not too dry, but just right. A wry smile came across her face as she continued her observation of the two figures. Though there were many other things and people to watch in the tavern at this time of night, something about that corner and its occupants sparked an interest in her. Without noticing she started humming along to the music, she had heard far better while traveling with the gypsy bands, yet she always caught herself humming along with any music. The glass was still about a quarter way full, ever minute or two she would take another small sip, the whole while savoring the flavor. From her observations it now seemed that the one man standing had asked the other something, she might have been able to hear it if it was not for the laughter and yells of others. Sighing, she leaned back, continuing her watch and drinking her wine. |
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| Niel | Wed Mar 9, 2005 5:49 am Post #4 |
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The shadowy elven figure could feel a change in society when a new quest entered. He heard the opening and closing of the tavern's large door. The night breeze passing over the chairs and tables near the door. The cloaked elven man had been through much and eventually learned to cope with his "weakness". His hearing was invaluable to him and it most situations he preferred to fight when blinded by that piece of soft green cloth upon his eyes. When he was calm enough he could even listen to the whispers of souls inside the bodies of various beings. It was how he could tell whether or not someone would be a threat to him in any way. The shadowy elven figure seemed to be weathered like no other. He told not a single sole, save a select few, about his strange and eerie cursed eyes. What he did not even tell those was a deeper reason as to why he covered them, for it was partly in fear. So many times had he caressed the cheek of death and stared down the eyes of fate that he was now in fear. The cloaked elven figure felt safe in darkness and shadow as if it held him together piece by piece. It was his sanctuary... Slowly the shadowy elven figure peered up to face the man who had just addressed him. He had been so deep in thought and mental quarrel that his physical surroundings seemed to float away. As he lifted his head he made his face only slightly visible, though it was quite plain that he wore a blindfold. " No, thank you... " The cloaked elven figure said in an eerie voice as the tavern door opened once more. The breeze that came from the door seemed worse then before. For when the shadowy figure spoke his voice and tone seemed to arm the breeze with spears and nails which prodded at the skin. The shadowy elven figure could feel that another had entered. Though from her footseps he could tell of her gender and height. She was not all that tall, but stood like one who could take care of herself. The cloaked elven figure slowly moved his head to face where the woman sat, and then he dropped his head to face the floor once more. He seemed to be catching his breath, but more so spiritually instead of physically. |
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| Leeron | Wed Mar 9, 2005 7:00 am Post #5 |
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Leeron leaned over slightly as he put his wary hand down to rest on the table as he rubbed his left shoulder. Lately his rather unusual appendages had been giving him a fair amount of grief due to their confinement within his coat. He longed to move them but dared not for fear of someone finding out what he really was; he had decided long ago that it was best if at the most very few people found out, if at all. The odd stance the weight on his back gave him made him even more insecure about his hidden past. Leeron hardly heard the man speak when he replied. His voice slightly unnerved Leeron. But as the man did so, he moved his head, almost as if he were looking at something. Leeron dismissed the thought from his head almost immediately when the man moved his head back down again, breathing heavily. As the man had looked up, Leeron had caught a quick glimpse of his facial features; for the most part the man appeared somewhat Elvin. Curious about the creak at the door Leeron took a quick glimpse back. Looking over his shoulder he saw a shorter built woman, almost in the same direction as the Elvin figure had moved his head. Suspicions were raised in Leeron’s' mind as he turned back to the man, Looking closely at him. "You see well for a blind man" He said somewhat suspiciously. "But if you're sure you don't want a drink, is there anything else I can offer?" He said with a more normal tone. "Things around here tend to dull quite quickly, and I’m need of something to do...." |
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| Saskia | Thu Mar 10, 2005 12:28 am Post #6 |
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Strumming of the fiddle, and loud clapping continued throughout the tavern. Large men laughed {Blank}ly while women danced about them. Aradia finished off the rest of her wine as she set the glass down lightly. After ordering another, she watched the men once more. Both seemed to be covered, at least few facial qualities, if not any, were shown. Strands of smooth hair fell across the right side of her face, as her dark gaze penetrated through the crowds of people, concentrating on the corner table. Part of her wanted to go over and find out more about them, both seeming a curiosity, a mystery. Oh she loved mysteries, figuring them out, and making them. Yet, at the same time it felt like a chain was tied about her heart, controlling it. This chain whispered sweet curses, holding her back from ever getting to know anyone close, or at all it seemed. Memories of when this chain around her heart first started controlling her rushed headlong towards her, hitting her like a dagger in the gut. Like a paper cut across the eye. Choking on the bit of wine she just swallowed, she covered her mouth till the cough subsided. ”You alright miss?” an older man asked as he turned in his seat. She nodded in reply with a soft smile before he turned back around. It appeared as though few humans in these parts had any manners, besides the older gentlemen, the ones in their years just before death caught them and drove them towards heaven or hell. Coughing once more, she looked back towards the two men. It did not seem as though they were talking, only a few words between the two she had seen so far. Jumping down from her chair, she grabbed her wine and started heading towards them. |
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| Niel | Thu Mar 10, 2005 3:11 am Post #7 |
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(( Sorry its pretty crappy I was kinda out of it ... ))The cloaked elven figure both quietly and weakly listened as the man, who seemed to be in front of him, spoke to him once more. " You could try sitting… " the Shadowy elven figure said as he slowly raised his head and scooted his chair back until it touched the wall behind him. The man then leaned his head back so that it rested upon the wall as well. This movement fully exposed the cloaked blind man's elven features upon his face. His skin was only slightly tanned and his eyes were covered with a blindfold of soft green cloth. Although this blinded elf had a slightly soft face it was easily shown that over time his features had grown weathered. If his eyes had not been blindfolded the state of this would have been even more obvious. The shadowy elven figure turned his head only slightly, as it was leaning back, to face towards the same woman who he had peered at before. She seemed to be choking on something. A fluid of some kind from the exact sound of it. He could feel the woman's eyes upon both him and the man next to him. A patting of feet upon the floor in the direction of the woman made it evident that she was growing nearer and nearer. As she walked the door to the tavern was opened once more sending in a very large breeze that only slightly blew back a part of the shadowy elven man's cloak revealing the hilt of a magnificent sword, though sa soon as it was revealed the man quickly and cunningly replaced the cloak over the hilt. |
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