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| A strange figure enters; enter Balvendir | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Tue Oct 4, 2005 8:33 pm (356 Views) | |
| Skari-dono | Tue Oct 4, 2005 8:33 pm Post #1 |
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A stormy night. The clouds shielded any moonlight away from the ground far below, and the only light that could be seen in the village Keller was the faint light from the Green Gryphon inn. The rain and the thunders kept any man with right mind from leaving far from the village, and few wished to even leave the inn. It was warm inside, and the ale was drunk in pints as people sang and some even danced. Travelers searched refuge from the weather and exchanged stories of their adventures. Bards sang tales of brave knights fighting evil wizards and dragons an, in the end, were awarded the hand of the beautiful princess. Classic stories, old stories and original stories, all were given an ear or two. Indeed, despite the cold rain, the noisy thunders and the scary darkness outside, inside the Green Gryphon it was merry. Without a further warning, the door opened and a thunder broke. Just outside stood a dark figure dressed in a cloak and rags. The figure held his right hand just under his left shoulder as he slowly walked in after taking a look at any man, woman or creature inside. He caught the attention of only few of the many inside. That was good, he thought. He didn't like too much attention. He walked passed the bar and took a seat near the fireplace. His cloak was soaking wet and drops of water dripped on the floor. Balvendir was his name, and he had a story according to the hidden wound on his shoulder. |
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| Vestein | Wed Oct 5, 2005 8:17 pm Post #2 |
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A man sat down next to the new comer, he was huge incomparason to the simple farmers who spent their time here. He put his pint down genttly and took a long stare into the eyes of Balvendir. "i know about the wound on you sholder well hidden from priying eyes but lets just say i have a strong sense of smell, i can have a go at heeling it if you wish?" he said in a polite tone of voice. "im only to happy to help. so whats the sob story with you then? most travilers have them or at least you could explain the wound." He smilled broadly as he spoke he jestured to the bartender for a pint of ale for Balvendir. |
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| Skari-dono | Thu Oct 6, 2005 4:34 pm Post #3 |
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Balvendir's eyes, one blue and one green, looked at this rather large figure next to him. He showed no expression when this man talked about his wound, nor did he show one when he was offered healing. His expression was sceptic. Balvendir wasn't sure if you should take the offer, his enemies might have spies or, worse yet, assassins in their service. Balvendir couldn't be sure. "Forgive my rudeness, but I will have to decline your assistance for now," Balvendir said slowly and with low voice. "I will also have to ask you not to talk loudly of my wound. Here are many men, and none of them do I trust for good intentions. Knowing of my wound might attract their attention." Balvendir paused a little bit while he turned his eyes to have a look at the crowd. "You are right about me having a story, but it is not a story that I am willing to share just yet." |
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| Vestein | Thu Oct 6, 2005 8:29 pm Post #4 |
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Vestien nodded even he had to be carfull people didnt take kindly to him when they found out his secret so he could not begrudge the man his. "understandble but if you still dont trust me then I think I shall have the ale." he said in a quite voice. he took the ale he had purcased for the man and drank it in one go. "could be poisend after all." he said as an after though with a wink "a name then dont begrudge me that" |
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| Skari-dono | Thu Oct 6, 2005 9:00 pm Post #5 |
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The man asked for the ale he had at first intended for Balvendir. But Balvendir understood him well, he wouldn't have drunk it himself anyway. But the man asked for his name. "I go by the name of Remedus, but that is not my real name. I hope you understand, I have enemies in many places." Balvendir reacted to a sudden sting in his shoulder, but quickly recovered. "And what may I call a man who offers help to a stranger and drinks his ale like water?" |
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| Vestein | Fri Oct 7, 2005 9:41 am Post #6 |
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"a man wih nothing left to care about... and a man who needs friends... i dont make many" Vestein whispered "i have been run out of three towns in the past month most people dont stick around when they find out about me. But enough of that, you may be wondering my name, its Vestein" He sat back "if you tell me my story i'll let you in on mine." |
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| Skari-dono | Fri Oct 7, 2005 12:20 pm Post #7 |
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Balvendir looked at Vestein with a small grin on his face. "Fair enough," he said, "you've got me interested in your story. In return of hearing it, I shall tell you a short story which takes place in a forest a few days walk from here. In the forest is a hidden school of swordsmanship, perhaps not the best school but a good one never the less. There is only one teacher, but more than a dozen students. Some of the students believed their teacher to be a wicked one and cruel to boot, while others protected his name." Balvendir looked around, as to see if anyone was evesdropping on his little tale. "One night," he continued, "the students who were against their own teacher decided they didn't want to be led by such a... beast if you will, and they revolted against him. The teacher had the protection of several of his students, but they were beaten by numbers." Balvendir took another look around, just to make sure. |
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| Vestein | Fri Oct 7, 2005 3:39 pm Post #8 |
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"hmm and im geussing you were the one doing the protecting?" vestien said in a low whisper "honerable of you i know of many crule dictators who were protected by the citisencs of their rule, but of a compleatly different matter of cource" he smilled again and looked around the bar, people were begining to walk out for it was late in the night. |
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| Skari-dono | Sun Oct 9, 2005 5:02 pm Post #9 |
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"Guess what you like," Balvendir said, "but I have to you a story. It is time to hear yours." Another sting in his shoulder made Balvendir twitch a little and grabbing even harder onto his wound. "Heh, I think I am not as good as hiding my wound as I had hoped. I am perhaps attracting too much attention." Balvendir looked around, noticing that many were already leaving, even though the weather didn't seem to be getting any better. Perhaps they were locals, perhaps they were used to this kind of weather. Either way didn't matter much to Balvendir. The only thing that mattered was that now there were less people to be worried about. |
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| Vestein | Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:46 pm Post #10 |
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"true true i do owe you my tail. It was from a darker time in my life i was young and betrothed too I had it all I was to be a lord of a small village in the high north. It was when it happend, A warewolf had been atackign the serfs of the village and i went out with a band of well trained troops. We found it and did battle but befor i could finish the beast it bit me. Now i have its curse i was banshed form the land and i was bitter and took my anger out on travilers and passers by. Untill one day I was confronted by a palladin and rather that killing me like i deserved she spared me but only if i repented my untold evil. I fell in love instantly and could only obey and i finaly did become whole once more. i never told her of my love for her and she left. after that i just traviled the lands. But i have never been trully exepted and when most people find out the challange me or shun me. I am a beast after all." He spoke the long tail with a sad voice much unlike his cheerfull tone but it was restored when he nexted spoke "so still what to stick around? With a beast who may kill you in your sleep and eat you carcase" he joked but it was a joke people belived to be a reality. |
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| Skari-dono | Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:17 pm Post #11 |
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Balvendir smiled a bit, grinned if you will. "Then I shall let you attempt to eat my carcass. If I shall fail to stop you, then I will fall fighting and released of my fear of those who plaige me. Indeed I tried to protect my teacher, and indeed I failed, but for that I am hunted by those who betrayed my teacher, because I faught for him. I have no reason to doubt your story, and no will to fight you for what you are, specially not in my current condition." Balvendir paused just a moment. "Perhaps I will even take your offer of healing, and perhaps an pint of ale." |
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| Vestein | Mon Oct 10, 2005 8:42 pm Post #12 |
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Vestien laughed it had been a long time since he had met somone with honour. Not since the days befor the curse fell upon him and then they had thrown him out like a serf. vestein jestued for two more pints of ale. "I think that from what you say and the way you act you may want to be healed in private. my skills arnt up to much but i will try." He took the pint of ale set down before him "are you going to lay low for a couple of weeks or are you planning more?" He asked in a conspiritorial voice. |
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| Skari-dono | Tue Oct 11, 2005 12:48 pm Post #13 |
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Balvendir took couple of sips from his ale. "Yes, I would like to be healed in private. Better not do it under the eyes of possible hostiles. And yes, I do intend to lay low, but keep moving as much as I can. It is easier to stay away from unwanted company when not staying on the same ground all the time. But it looks like I'll have to stay here for a while, or until my wound is healed properly." Balvendir took another sip. "How about you? Do you intend to stay here or travel?" |
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| Vestein | Tue Oct 11, 2005 4:31 pm Post #14 |
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I always travil I have to I cant stick around during certain lunar peiriods. With my life governed by the moon i wish to become its desiple one day.. but in the far future." he took a a long draft of his ale "you may be intrested to know that the two unscrupulus men in the corner are talking about us. their voices are like talking to well trained ears. Oh and they dont sound happy either. looks like either of our pasts may have caught up with us." vestien drew from a strap on his pack a very long simple sword made for cleaving not fine sword play and leaned it agained the wall next to the table. "just incase. you up to a fight? or shall i do the honours on your behalf?" |
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| Xei | Wed Oct 12, 2005 10:07 am Post #15 |
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Saban walked up to the tavern the mass of people turing in for the night barged past, and bumped into him. "hey watch it!" he snarled. as they past one man stopped but the rest draged him on "your lucky."That man would of been his slave for the next year intill he died if he had fourght he walked into the tavern and looked saw several figgures standing one had his sword out but not on him and the other nothing Saban walked up to the bar keep "have u got any rooms ?" |
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