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| Hymwen | Sun Sep 7, 2008 3:38 am Post #1 |
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Soft footsteps were heard coming from the trees surrounding the lake. Near the lake was a make shift camp. Rocks were in a circle, and nearby was a small pile of wood, but no fire burned. Near the pile of wood was a bag, that was lightly stuffed with equipment. Near the bag was a horse, with no halter, or saddle, some would take it to be a wild horse, except for the well groomed mane. On a branch above the horse, was the eagle, Jester. Soon, if you stood staring into the trees, a figure could be seen, that of a slender elf, with a fluttering cloak behind her. Hymwen carried her longbow in one hand, and in the other, a nice sized rabbit for dinner. She made it back to her little campsite, and laid the dead rabbit on the grass near her little fire place, then placed wood in it, and twigs, then pulled out some flint and steel, and started hitting them together, til she had a small fire going. She then blew on it gently, and then fed, having a nice fire going then. She sat back on her heels then, smiling, as her eyes glimmered with the reflection of the fire in front of her. She then turned her eyes to the sky as she heard a crane, and saw one fly over the lake and away. She then noticed the sky was darkening, she maybe had two hours or more of light left. She pulled her bag closer to her, and pulled out her skinning knife, and small brown stiff paper. She pulled a flat log then closer to her, and put the paper on it, then took the rabbit, setting it on the paper and log, then started skinning the poor dead thing. It was a messy job, but the wod elf ranger was used to it for living in the wilderness for so long. To her, skinning an animal was the easiest thing in the world, as easy as feeling. But then her ears picked up a familiar noise. Someone was near, but she continued her work, as if nothing bothered her right now. |
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| Gromhir | Sun Sep 7, 2008 9:18 am Post #2 |
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The long treks through such prosperous woodlands such as these bothered Gromhir. The ranger found no challenge in such strolls. He was a Dwarf. He came from the mountains where it wasn’t just the beasts that provided a challenge. The cool breezes and warm embrace of sun were foreign to him. Biting winds and the lack of sun on most of the days was more welcoming to him than this. There you could truly prove your strength and skills. It was harder to track there as signs of your quarry could be wiped away in an instant. The constant struggle hardened warriors and made them all the more formidable. Such as it was, the Dwarf found a small of comfort in soothing surroundings. The forest was still able to present its own challenges but it had nothing on the struggle of the north. After all, a lot of the bandits and thieves found it easier to hide in such areas. But Gromhir doubted there would be any stalking him. Based on current possessions, he was distinctly lacking. The most valuable item he carried was his bow. But what self-respecting thief would steal a simple short bow? As ever, Gromhir’s eyes were constantly searching. Always aware and picking out tiny details as his training had taught him to do. The footprints of horses, travellers and animals covered the worn path he walked. Yet, each different footprint told a different story. The light imprints of fleet footed elves, large prints of heavy-set humans or the shuffles of clerics and priests as their cloaks dragged behind them. He stopped as he caught the sun’s reflection on the water of the lake. Glistening pool was enticing and the water skin he carried was empty. He was more open to an attack there but the benefits outweighed the risks. A Dwarf is far from the most fleet footed race in Imythess so he moved with little thought to remaining hidden. As he approached the lake, Gromhir’s gaze fell on the camp. Watching as the Elf lit her fire. He took in all the sights of her camp. There was nothing flash about it. It was clean and simple. A horse, well groomed, stood nearby and a bird of prey sat not far off. Both no doubt belonged to the Elven Ranger. Gromhir saw no reason not to approach. Knowing she was a Ranger, the racial hatred that was well known between their two races mattered little. She knew he was there anyway. Leaving the relative safety of the trees, he approached in full view of her. “It’s been a long time since I last crossed paths with Elf Ranger,” Gromhir’s thick accented crossed the distance between them with ease. There was no hostility in his voice. |
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| Hymwen | Sun Sep 7, 2008 6:54 pm Post #3 |
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She heard the dwarf there, but still skinned the critter. Only Frolba bothered to look up at the dwarf ranger that emerged from the surrounding trees. Hymwen's eyes flicked up at the dwarf for only a brief moment, before looking at the rabbit again. What was a dwarf ranger doing here? Normally they stayed in the mountains, this is the first time she'd seen a ranger dwarf down here. When he spoke. She set her knife down, and rocked back onto her heels, her gaze looking up at the dwarf, a friendly smile flitting across her elven features. "I must say the same, sir dwarf. If I may inquire, why are you down from the mountains?" She asked. He may not be from the mountains, he could have been raised down here, but she somehow doubted that, not many dwarves lived down here. She then looked at her makeshift camp then. It wasn't much, but it was a home to her. She gestured for him to come and sit. If he meant harm, he would have attacked her already, and sides, if he decided too, she could easily whip out Neversleep. "Names Hymwen." She said, her smile reaching her eyes. ((Sorry its a bit small...)) |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Sun Sep 7, 2008 8:33 pm Post #4 |
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Pattin nearly skipped through the woods in joy, a gold chain swinging freely from his right hand, wide fingers clutching a jeweled medallion. It was indeed real, he’d tested it. And real gold, along with these rubies, were quite valuable. He nearly squealed with laughter, recounting the events in his head. He had been sneaking around a seemingly empty house, having entered through a custom-made back door, and had come across a sleeping mistress, whose husband was out, perhaps doing unlawful things himself. Pattin had kneeled right next to the sleeping woman and took the medallion, along with a ring, from her locked jewelry box. Because no proper woman sleeps with her jewels on, of course. He giggled, nearly skipping into a fire. Pattin squealed with alarm as he saw the two rangers, neck hairs standing up. Would they turn him in? Patting stuffed the medallion in his vest, a bit of gold chain hanging out. “Hello there.” He said with a toothy smile. |
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| Gromhir | Mon Sep 8, 2008 5:52 am Post #5 |
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((No worries. I don’t mind at all.)) “It’s a pleasure, lass,” Gromhir replied, making his way over to Hymwen. He took to sitting across from the Elf, not wishing to intrude on land that might as well be her own. “Gromhir.” It was to the point, maybe a bit too much for idle chatter. Rangers weren’t known for being a sociable group. Not that it mattered much once certain Dwarves had something alcoholic to keep them entertained. “Tha’s a good question,” Gromhir finally let his rich accent fall through. “But ye can only learn so much in such terrain. I ‘ave an adventurous streak.” That was part of the reason at least. The other part about how he lost his respect in the eyes of the Clans was a different matter. Not one spoken of lightly, either. “What ‘bout yerself?” He was also genuinely curious. Most Elves usually stayed with their kin, not out by a lake. He was no different and probably further from home than Hymwen was. He caught sight of the Halfling and took his gaze away from Hymwen. By that point, it was too late to hide the chain. Noticing how quickly the man tried to hide it, Gromhir grew suspicious. “No use hiding it, Lad,” Gromhir said, a smile showing through his ginger beard. “We aren’t gonna steal it from yer.” |
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| Hymwen | Mon Sep 8, 2008 4:19 pm Post #6 |
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Her green eyes watched him as he came over and sat, then turned her eyes to the rabbit that she was cleaning. She started working on it again, and once the fur was off she started getting the meat. As she worked, she listened to the dwarf, and smirked slightly. Shes had many times wanted to go on an adventure, another reason she left home. "I can see how wondering the mountains can get a little boring and not much adventures, unless you find a cave into the Underdark. She shrugged lightly. She had been to the mountains a couple times, and did once find a path to the Drow homeland, but didn't venture far. “What ‘bout yerself?” She glanced up from her work again and shrugged lightly. "I left home long ago. I came here to Imythess to look for my brother who has been supposedly dead, but I recently got news that he was alive. So you can say I'm on a quest to find my lost brother." She said. She couldn't help but feel homesick slightly, but she found more peace here then anything. When she heard the half-ling, she looked at it, noticing the chain sticking out, and a smile played over her face again, amusement flashing in her eyes. "Hello, little one." She said, the amusement still in her eyes as she started to tear a piece of raw meat from the rabbit and set it in a wooden bowl that she had taken out of her bag. |
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