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Post by Black Robed One on Oct 18, 2003 7:35:44 GMT -5
Since everyone agreed on proceeding to the elven outpost, Rill and Bariel leaded the rest of you toward the center of the huge clearling.
When you pass about one hundred feet, you suddenly saw stone fort in the central part of the clearling. It's a miracle, that you were unable to see it before.
As you stood there, you suddenly saw a three figures, aproaching you from the fort. One of them, apparently a leader of the three moving slightly ahead of two others. All three of them are of gray elven heritage, dressed in well-made mithral chainmails of elven design, and armed with longspears, longswords and longbows. Upon left wrist, each of them wears a small mithral buckler. As they aproach you, you notice, that they are moving makeing very little sound. Apparently, stealth is the best defense for the people of Celene nowdays.
The first elf, who is apparently a leader of the three, is an elfman, rather tall for an elf, above five feet of height. He has light blue eyes and silver hair. He is followed by another elfman, and an elfwoman.
Elfwoman is only a bit shorter then the leader. She has warm hazel eyes and gray hair.
Second elfman is further bit shorter. He has gray eyes and black hair.
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Post by Feinon Aglarost on Oct 18, 2003 7:45:47 GMT -5
"I greet all of you" says the leader of the three, bowing slightly "My name is Feinon Aglarost, and I honored to be among the first who will greet you in Windfort. My companions are Enniel... elfwoman bowed slightly ...And Ammir... second elfman bowed as well "...And all of us are pleased to see you hear so soon. Sir Nirenn, I thank you very much for agreeing to meet our heroes. You know, I would like to do it myself, but my place is here, in Windfort, for who know when enemy will come upon us. First Scout Bariel, I am also pleased to see, that you returned from your mission precisely in time. I believe, that Princess Ariel would like to see you and hear your report immediately.
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Post by Bariel Laurinwen on Oct 18, 2003 7:49:37 GMT -5
"Good to see you again as well, Lieutenant Feinon said Bariel and then turned to Rill "I will go now. But we will meet again very soon, Rill, you can count on that!" Bariel winked to Rill, and proceeded into the fort.
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Post by Feinon Aglarost on Oct 18, 2003 7:55:08 GMT -5
After Bariel departed, Feinon continued his speech.
"As about the rest of you, Princess Ariel would like to speak with you at the dinner, two hours later. Until then, I suppose you would like to have a rest, probably even take the bath, as I am sure that you must be tired after long travel. We have already prepared the rooms for all of you, please, allow me the honor of showing them to you. If you would like to have a bath, please call for servants, and you will be brought some hot water and towel soon. Sir Nirenn, I suppose, you would like to take your usual room, won't you?
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Post by Black Robed One on Oct 18, 2003 8:10:26 GMT -5
Feinon showed each of you a room, and Rill will be able to find his usual room easily. Along with rooms, Feinon showed each of you a now-empty Dinning Hall, where you are supposed to meet Princess Ariel at the dinner two hours later. Feinon also told each of you not to worry about time, as servants will come to each of you, when it will be dinner time.
Speaking about servants, you noticed, that everybody in this fort, including simple servants seem to be armed, and wears at least light armor. Of course, guards you meet are more heavily armed and armored, although none of them seem to be wearing such well-made and expensive armor as Feinon, Enniel and Ammir.
Each of you was given a quite large room, with large bed, chest, wardrobe, table and a pair of chairs. Also each of the rooms have a few windows, but view everywhere is same - deep forest, which surrounds the fort. Ensuring, that each of you is given a room, Feinon, Enniel and Ammir bowed and departed, leaving you to have a little rest before future meeting...
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Post by Black Robed One on Oct 18, 2003 8:13:49 GMT -5
[OOC:] If you want to do anything beside simple resting (i.e. taking a bath, unpacking your things and so on...) please make a post. If you will post nothing, I will assume that you are simply resting, untill you will be called to a dinner. The dinner and your meeting with Princess Ariel will take place on Monday. [/OOC:]
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Post by Black Robed One on Oct 18, 2003 9:47:14 GMT -5
[OOC:] If any new players would like to make an appearance before the dinner, feel free to make your posts. If this will be in case, I will possibly have to delay dinner a bit, in order to role-play new players' arrival. [/OOC:]
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 18, 2003 10:49:18 GMT -5
Rill makes sure that Hakul is well taken care of, and that he is adequately fed. Talguma, as usual, prefers to stay in the forest and takes her rest amongst the trees. Rill opens his backpack and deftly catches the furry animal that darts out of it. It was because of the ferret, Giblet, that Rill had learned to pack his rations in metal tins. Petting the ferret affectionately, Rill places it on his shoulder and continues to take his rest.
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Post by Black Robed One on Oct 18, 2003 10:55:55 GMT -5
!For Eldritch Knight only!
Hakul, who is allowed to move freely around the fort, walked to the kitchen, where he was fed, and then returned to Rill's room and lay down to sleep beside Rill's bad.
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Post by Merkuri on Oct 18, 2003 11:17:05 GMT -5
In her room, after requesting some bathwater, Koriisa removes her satchel and places it on the edge of the table. She glances at the bed, pushes on it to gauge its firmness, then shakes her head with a small smile and sits cross-legged on the floor to meditate and wait for her bath.
She nods in greeting to the servant who brings the water and takes her bath quickly, washing in a utilitarian fashion and taking only a few guilty moments to simply relax in the warm water. As she dresses, she checks the positions of her kama and throwing stars in her tunic. The sash she wraps around her waist in a very formal manner, making sure to tie it properly. Then, once again, she sits down on the floor cross-legged and closes her eyes in meditation.
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Post by Black Robed One on Oct 18, 2003 11:40:12 GMT -5
!For Merkuri only!
Three elfwomen, who came to bring Koriisa tub of hot water and towel, were openly shocked, when they first saw Koriisa's reptilian body. However, they quickly get hold of themselves; is seems, that elves of Celene seen far worse horrors in the past few years. As Koriisa finished taking a bath, elfwomen bowed to her, and quickly departed, taking away tub of water and towel, and leaving Koriisa to her meditation.
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Post by Challenger on Oct 18, 2003 12:08:10 GMT -5
Challenger thanked Feinon and closed his rooms door.
He dumped his backpack onto the bed shrugged off his shield and bow before placing them on the floor along with his quivers takeing extra care with the smaller of the two.
He then promtly collapsed onto the bed. He rolled over and groaned.
Physicaly he was fine.
mentaly he was exhorsted
[That should not have taken that much out of me] Challenger thought to himself as he lay there one hand covering his eyes. [And this head ach is...unnatural...feels like a pair of giants are using my head as a drum, travellings never effected me like this before. I don't think they've estimating who we're up agaist, this is going to be no walk in the park]
Challenger kicked off his boots and picked his pack up. He pulled out a few small herbs and put them in his mouth and started chewing them.
[Definatly no walk in the park] he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
Challenger
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Post by Galadon on Oct 18, 2003 12:23:22 GMT -5
Leaving his backpack in the room but keeping his staff and scimitar with him, plus a small pouch. Galadon walks to the kitchen area and asked if he could have a small iron pot for brewing potions. When informed by the servants they could brew it for him, Galadon told the servants these are potions he must do himself.
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Post by Black Robed One on Oct 18, 2003 12:32:57 GMT -5
!For Challenger only!
As Challenger fall asleep, he instantly saw a stone fort, somewhere in the mountains. All around himself, Challenger sees various corpses, some of which certainly don't belong to humanoid creatures; although it is impossible to tell for sure, as all the creatures seem to blend into one enourmous bloody mass. The gates of the fort are smashed, as if by a ram, although Challenger sees nothing that resembles ram around.
"I must be dreaming!" realizes Challenger suddenly.
Moving like lunatic, Challenger walks through the bloody field to the fort gates, and then through them. Inside the fort's courtyard, Challenger is greeted by the same picture, as outside the fort's gates - bloody mess seem to be everywhere. But then, Challenger's eye caught a movement - it seems, that there is still something alive in here!
As Challenger turned in the direction of the movement, he saw a man approaching him. With some difficulty, Challenger recognized the man as one of gray elven race, although his once silvered hair is covered with smold and blood, as well as the rest of his battled body. He wears no armor and carries no weapons, and the last remnants of his once fine clothes are tattered, revealing many deep and still bleeding wounds. It is a wonder, that this man is still able to walk, and not lies dying. But as Challenger looked into man's amber eyes, and saw a mixture of hatered and triumph in them, he realized, that these were eyes of a victor, not of a dying man.
And then... Challenger woke up, as he heard a knock at his door. It was the servant, who came to tell Challenger, that it is time to come to dinner. What seemed to be only minutes for Challenger, in fact were two hours...
[OOC:] Please, no more posts for now, Challenger. Please, wait until Monday, when I will describe Dinning Hall, and when it will be time to role-play dinner. [/OOC:]
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Post by Black Robed One on Oct 18, 2003 12:43:04 GMT -5
!For Galadon only!
The master cook, rather short, but well-built ellfman, looked at Galadon, and noded.
"Of course, sir, you can have a small iron pot without any problems" said master cook, and motioned for one of the cooks to give a small iron pot to Galadon.
The cook instantly reached to one of the shelves, took a small iron pot from it, and gave it to Galadon.
"Anything else, sir?" asked master cook.
Even though master cook tries to be polite with Galadon, from the look upon his face it is clear, that he is rather unhappy to be distracted from his work.
[OOC:] Galadon, don't forget to add small iron pot to your equipment in the Character Description thread. [/OOC:]
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