Oh Moooooooddddd, we're waaaaaaaaitiiiiiiiiingggg. *NM*
Kronin al'Sulc Send a noteboard - 01/10/2009 02:25:59 AM
The sign showed a man seated before a hearth, and he had been assured that this was indeed the Glowing Embers inn, the only one in the small village of Sarel in eastern Amadicia.
It was close to nightfall, and the common room was packed. A good number of them were soldiers, and they did not wear the impeccable white cloaks of the Children of the Light, but blue cloaks with the Star and Thistle of Amadicia. Armsmen of the king, likely on patrol to remind the Children that Amadicia indeed had a king, lest they forget. The stranger did not think the soldiers would be very successful in this endeavour.
Most of the people inside were simple common folk, however. The winter had been a long one, though nowhere near as bad as the previous, and people were still exchanging stories from what happened last fall, in the west. That was worrying talk, but a far closer, and therefore greater, threat was that man in Ghealdan claiming to be the prophet of the Dragon Reborn. The border with Ghealdan was not too far north from Sarel that the people wouldn't be worried.
The open door was letting a cold wind in, and the patrons looked at the newcomer with irritation, and irritation that soon turned into amazement when they noticed the patchwork cloak that hung about the man's shoulders. The inn had some musicians, but nothing that could rival the works of a gleeman. Shaking his cloak to dust if off, and to attract further attention to it, the traveler stepped in, shutting the door behind him. At the other end of the common room, one of the Amadician soldiers looked up. The lamp behind him cast his face into shadow, but it was quite clear he did not have the same expression as most of those around.
Before the innkeeper, a stolid man called Master Jaemin could even invite the gleeman inside his inn, the soldier stood up and intercepted him. Now, the newcomer could see that this one was an officer in the king's army. "You are hard to miss, Master Vatrek. I am bannerman Sevran, in the King's service. But my Friends call me Delat. If you come with me, a room has already been prepared for you. You and your friends were expected."
The patrons of the inn start whispering to each other, but after assurances that the gleeman will indeed return to perform for them this evening, the commoners calm down, and the two men exit the common area for a private dining room on the second floor.
Two other people were already waiting there. A young Illianer woman, of apparently common birth and modest upbringing, sat across the table from a large man, unwashed and unshaved, still wearing some dirty, worn and even bloody clothing the colours of which could only indicate Tuatha'an origins, and with a monstrous axe hanging at his belt. The two turned to look at their host when he came in with the traveler, and shutting the door behind him, Delat announced "We are all here now."
It was close to nightfall, and the common room was packed. A good number of them were soldiers, and they did not wear the impeccable white cloaks of the Children of the Light, but blue cloaks with the Star and Thistle of Amadicia. Armsmen of the king, likely on patrol to remind the Children that Amadicia indeed had a king, lest they forget. The stranger did not think the soldiers would be very successful in this endeavour.
Most of the people inside were simple common folk, however. The winter had been a long one, though nowhere near as bad as the previous, and people were still exchanging stories from what happened last fall, in the west. That was worrying talk, but a far closer, and therefore greater, threat was that man in Ghealdan claiming to be the prophet of the Dragon Reborn. The border with Ghealdan was not too far north from Sarel that the people wouldn't be worried.
The open door was letting a cold wind in, and the patrons looked at the newcomer with irritation, and irritation that soon turned into amazement when they noticed the patchwork cloak that hung about the man's shoulders. The inn had some musicians, but nothing that could rival the works of a gleeman. Shaking his cloak to dust if off, and to attract further attention to it, the traveler stepped in, shutting the door behind him. At the other end of the common room, one of the Amadician soldiers looked up. The lamp behind him cast his face into shadow, but it was quite clear he did not have the same expression as most of those around.
Before the innkeeper, a stolid man called Master Jaemin could even invite the gleeman inside his inn, the soldier stood up and intercepted him. Now, the newcomer could see that this one was an officer in the king's army. "You are hard to miss, Master Vatrek. I am bannerman Sevran, in the King's service. But my Friends call me Delat. If you come with me, a room has already been prepared for you. You and your friends were expected."
The patrons of the inn start whispering to each other, but after assurances that the gleeman will indeed return to perform for them this evening, the commoners calm down, and the two men exit the common area for a private dining room on the second floor.
Two other people were already waiting there. A young Illianer woman, of apparently common birth and modest upbringing, sat across the table from a large man, unwashed and unshaved, still wearing some dirty, worn and even bloody clothing the colours of which could only indicate Tuatha'an origins, and with a monstrous axe hanging at his belt. The two turned to look at their host when he came in with the traveler, and shutting the door behind him, Delat announced "We are all here now."
At last, I have an apostrophe!
*MySmiley*
Foil fencers Dance the Spears. Or, at least, the foils.
Too stubborn to remove that extraneous *MySmiley*
~The Decapitator~
*MySmiley*
Foil fencers Dance the Spears. Or, at least, the foils.
Too stubborn to remove that extraneous *MySmiley*
~The Decapitator~
The Glowing Embers
- 21/09/2009 05:39:05 AM
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Sounds interesting, too bad it's too late to join(unless it's not.) Good luck guys *NM*
- 21/09/2009 05:48:58 AM
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Sounds like some of us got a little creative this time. Fun.
- 21/09/2009 12:35:02 PM
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Yeah ...
- 21/09/2009 05:58:22 PM
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guess i'll RP
- 22/09/2009 12:16:22 AM
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Alrighty then.
- 22/09/2009 12:45:30 AM
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call me
- 22/09/2009 01:39:15 AM
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"Maravin?"
- 22/09/2009 02:03:23 AM
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"Xanthe,"
- 22/09/2009 03:21:16 AM
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"I am Delat,"
- 22/09/2009 08:33:16 PM
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"well im always up for killing,"
- 22/09/2009 10:51:19 PM
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"I don't make the bloody commands...
- 22/09/2009 11:40:50 PM
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"Very well."
- 22/09/2009 11:56:04 PM
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"Brute strength will get us nowhere,"
- 23/09/2009 02:18:35 AM
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"Arson wouldn't work well."
- 23/09/2009 03:43:17 AM
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"No, we will not do poison."
- 23/09/2009 08:06:49 PM
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Xanthe crosses her arms.
- 24/09/2009 12:11:50 AM
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Fine, but you do it,"
- 24/09/2009 12:25:03 AM
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"The manner in which these men die is irrelevant.
- 24/09/2009 02:06:49 AM
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Horizontal Scroll Avoidance
- 24/09/2009 03:33:59 AM
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Splitting up and getting to work.
- 24/09/2009 05:23:54 AM
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so, does anything else happen?
- 27/09/2009 04:34:14 AM
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We're waiting on you and Katie to perform your actions. *NM*
- 27/09/2009 04:45:55 AM
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Mostly Darth_Katie.
- 27/09/2009 05:34:32 AM
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Alrighty, here we go.
- 27/09/2009 06:25:03 AM
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At the kitchens...
- 27/09/2009 07:38:15 AM
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Xanthe is disappointed, but not ready to give up yet.
- 27/09/2009 04:44:48 PM
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Re: Xanthe is disappointed, but not ready to give up yet.
- 27/09/2009 09:32:22 PM
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You're in the kitchen and you have the apron. What now? *NM*
- 29/09/2009 12:38:42 AM
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Oh, sorry ...
- 29/09/2009 01:39:49 AM
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Re: Oh, sorry ...
- 29/09/2009 03:39:05 AM
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Oh Moooooooddddd, we're waaaaaaaaitiiiiiiiiingggg. *NM*
- 01/10/2009 02:25:59 AM
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Dodging the horizontal scroll...
- 01/10/2009 10:05:05 PM
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The gleeman returns to his story...
- 03/10/2009 04:15:10 AM
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Maravin stands there
- 03/10/2009 06:12:09 PM
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Xanthe is furious.
- 03/10/2009 06:35:43 PM
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Tian stays in the common room...
- 03/10/2009 10:46:52 PM
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Things get under way...
- 04/10/2009 07:37:31 AM
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Tian releases his grip on his sword...
- 04/10/2009 01:15:06 PM
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Down in the common room...
- 04/10/2009 08:25:04 PM
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Sammil rushes down the steps, hoping to catch the Tinker before he does anything stupid.....
- 04/10/2009 08:31:27 PM
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"Fool,
- 04/10/2009 08:46:14 PM
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"Very well then, let's make this quick.
- 04/10/2009 08:56:39 PM
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Screams
- 04/10/2009 11:06:31 PM
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"Bloody hell, that didn't work at all.
- 04/10/2009 11:26:59 PM
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"not much point in staying here,"
- 05/10/2009 02:15:25 AM
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Tian steps down from the steps, sword drawn...
- 05/10/2009 09:44:00 PM
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They're both gone already. *NM*
- 06/10/2009 02:07:43 AM
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OoC: Heeeheeheee
- 06/10/2009 02:23:39 AM
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Maravin is running with sammil
- 06/10/2009 03:38:31 AM
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"Before we continue, we should probably find where that girl ran off to...." *NM*
- 06/10/2009 04:02:43 AM
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OoC
- 06/10/2009 04:10:40 AM
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so yea lets search for her *NM*
- 06/10/2009 05:39:27 AM
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"Well then, let's get searching."
- 07/10/2009 08:31:00 PM
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Yeah, I'm just waiting to see what Napoleon does. *NM*
- 08/10/2009 12:20:06 AM
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Ok...
- 08/10/2009 03:33:31 PM
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Regrouping
- 10/10/2009 04:59:18 AM
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"By the way tian,"
- 10/10/2009 04:51:34 PM
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"I wonder where you got such an interesting and creative question."
- 10/10/2009 07:22:43 PM
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"I'm up for some Whitecloak slaying.
- 10/10/2009 08:17:57 PM
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Xanthe agrees, and followers her companions through the woods as quickly as possible. *NM*
- 15/10/2009 12:04:48 AM
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Be sure to tell me when you've done with your roleplaying so I can move on to the next scene. *NM*
- 12/10/2009 08:50:15 AM
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I think I'm good to just go with you, F-T. *NM*
- 14/10/2009 10:36:05 PM
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Yup, I think we're good.
- 15/10/2009 12:05:31 AM
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So get in on that freeform thing! *NM*
- 15/10/2009 03:13:13 AM
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And get creative! *NM*
- 15/10/2009 03:13:23 AM
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So many demands, geez!
- 15/10/2009 03:55:13 AM
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All right, I should have something up before the weekend. Crazy busy lately. *NM*
- 15/10/2009 04:00:09 AM
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