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Post by Black Robed One on Mar 17, 2005 9:44:29 GMT -5
[OOC:]
IMPORTANT!!!
?In Leiton?s Fortress II? online RPG is currently open only to EK ? Shadow of Death who will continue role-playing Major Rill Nirenn and his companion Talguma in there. Although I will not restrict anybody from reading contents of ?In Leiton?s Fortress II? game thread ( especially since I am not quite able to do so ^_^; ), I ask any players who will read the contents of ?In Leiton?s Fortress II? game thread not to use any information they will learn from it, as their characters will not have access of this information!
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Post by Black Robed One on Mar 17, 2005 9:44:45 GMT -5
Rill wakes up in the gloom of his room, completely rested, though the “dream” he had remains vivid.
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Post by Black Robed One on Mar 17, 2005 9:45:26 GMT -5
With the door closed, the room completely cast into darkness, though Rill’s Infravision helps him to distinguish a couple of things, namely: Talguma, who sleeps on the pillow beside him, and “something” warm on the table; normally, Rill could suspect that this “something” may be a recently prepared meal, but knowing where he is, he realizes that it can be absolutely anything.
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Post by Black Robed One on Mar 17, 2005 9:47:07 GMT -5
Either way, Rill remembers that there supposed to be an oil lamp somewhere on the table, and getting some light one way or another is probably the first thing to do at the moment.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 17, 2005 17:37:53 GMT -5
Rill slips the knife from under his pillow into his hand and slinks out of his bed. He walks towards the oil lamp as quietly and as smoothly as possible and takes it up, looking around for his flint and steel.
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Post by Black Robed One on Mar 18, 2005 11:28:36 GMT -5
As Rill walked up to the table, he realized that “something” was indeed a still-warm meal prepared for him, namely a pair of large steaks of meat. There may be more of a meal, but nothing Rill can distinguish with his Infravision.
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Post by Black Robed One on Mar 18, 2005 11:28:51 GMT -5
Rill managed to locate the oil lamp by touch easily enough, and he should have equally little problems with locating flint and steel among his gear to light the lamp.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 18, 2005 18:25:47 GMT -5
Rill grasps the oil lamp tightly and rummages through his pack for his flint. He lights the lamp and then moves over to the plate, trying to discern what's on it.
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Post by Black Robed One on Mar 19, 2005 8:24:54 GMT -5
In the lamp’s light, Rill could see the room well enough and immediately saw that on the table indeed stood a plate with a pair of steaks of meat upon it. Beside the plate lay a fork and a knife, and there also was a rather large mug, apparently filled with some liquid. Other then that, everything in the room remains unchanged, and all Rill’s things lie where he left them.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 19, 2005 9:57:24 GMT -5
Not about to refuse food, Rill places the fork to the side, takes the knife, and begins to cut up and eat the steaks, pausing every once in a while to gulp down some of the liquid.
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Post by Black Robed One on Mar 22, 2005 7:27:32 GMT -5
As far as Rill can tell, the meat is that of a mountain ox, or at least, something very similar. The meat is cooked moderately well, but after a month of eating trail rations it tastes like a king’s feast to Rill. The liquid appears to be a light ale; and if the meat is cooked moderately well, the ale is of simply excellent brewing, which Rill probably recognized as dwarven.
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Post by Black Robed One on Mar 22, 2005 7:27:54 GMT -5
[OOC:]
EK, Rill’s breakfast will continue uninterrupted; please, post what Rill will be doing after breakfast.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 23, 2005 21:47:48 GMT -5
Finishing up the food before him, Rill leaves a few bites and wakes Talguma, leaving the oil lamp near the plate so that she can see it easily. The pixie rouses uneasily and quietly sulks over to the plate, taking one look at the steaks before flying away in disgust. Crawling into Rill's knapsack, she pulls out one of the small stashes of nuts that she left in there and quietly eats by herself.
Rill follows the whisper-like flight of the invisible pixie somberly, understanding that she had every right to be grumpy with him considering what they had just been through. The half-elf sits down on the floor and removes a small stone figure from his belt pouch, laying it on the ground before him. Taking his whetstone from the same pouch, he begins to sharpen his axes and arrowheads, concentrating all the while on the figure, mouthing silent prayers to himself.
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Post by Black Robed One on Mar 26, 2005 10:25:03 GMT -5
Nobody interrupts Rill as sharpens his axes and arrowheads, mouthing silent prayers to himself…
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Post by Black Robed One on Mar 26, 2005 10:25:21 GMT -5
[OOC:]
EK, please, feel free to post Rill’s next actions.
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