VladTaltos
Peasant
They Call Me A Hartless biatch And Some Times I Think Its True
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Post by VladTaltos on Oct 16, 2003 18:08:16 GMT -5
As you Walk in to the tavren you see many faces but you dont care as you look around you see a half elf siting in a corner dressed in all black and a long sword on his back you look away for a second then turn back and you cant find him.........
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Post by Shan Vortan on Oct 17, 2003 6:15:47 GMT -5
The dark figure, completely covered by the long black cloak with a hood enters the tavern and looks around, as if expecting some kind of danger. It's hood completely covers the figure's face, and the cloak itself completely covers the figures's gear, and so, it is impossible to tell anything about the figure. The half-elf's sudden disappearance doesn't seem to bother the figure at all, but even if it does, the tavern patrons can't say it, as the figure's face remains completely hidden.
The figure makes it therough the tavern's common room, until it finds a free table in a shadowy corner for itself, and sits down.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 18, 2003 10:06:09 GMT -5
Another man, sitting at a table amongst a group of a few burly men carrying heavy bastard swords, looks up from his conversation and walks up to the bar, motioning for his group to stay behind. He sits down on the chair where the half-elf was and begins to delve into his mind, clearing it and attempting to get some sort of sensory reading of who the half-elf was. There was something about him that seemed out of place... a man like Gamar Getchall of the Masked Enclave could never be too sure of whom he could trust...
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Oct 18, 2003 20:42:21 GMT -5
*At a table, near the window, Erianna watched the patrons of the tavern, assessing each one, scenting each one, but none seemed to have the quality she was accustomed to.*
*From the corner of her eye, she sees a half elf, but dismisses him also, thinking, "Elven blood, too thin for my desires." She continues to look around, until a man of about 18 years comes from the backroom and starts clearing tables of their refuse. She locks her eyes on him, and calls to him softly within his mind.* "Come to me."
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Oct 19, 2003 3:45:28 GMT -5
A young man of about 19 winters walks into the bar with the air of someone battle-trained, but not battle-tempered. A pair of Tai-Chi long swords adorn his back, resting upon the red raiment of a lesser general. As he comes in he is followed by a pair of sword wielding bodygurds in similiar, yet dark green clothing. He crosses the room with a singular grace, nodding to the other patrons with respectful dignity. Sitting down at a table near a window, a few ladies gather about him to bat eyes and spout honeyed words. He merely smiles and nods, answering their questions with pert and polite answers.
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Post by Shan Vortan on Oct 19, 2003 10:57:02 GMT -5
The cloaked figure continued to sit in its shadowy corner, studying cowded common room, as if looking for something. Even though lights seem to be slowly diminishing around the cloaking figure, soon casting his already shadowy corner into the deep shadows, this didn't seem to disturb the cloaked figure's vision.
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Post by Shan Vortan on Oct 19, 2003 11:02:28 GMT -5
Then suddenly the cloaked figure found what it was looking for - a familiar figure set at the table, near the window. The cloaked figure start to raise from its seat, but then a man of about eighteen years approached the familiar figure's table, and the cloaked figure sat down once again.
"My concerns are surely of no importance to her, and besides, I can wait" though the cloaked figure, as it continued to wait, keeping an eye on familiar figure at the table, near the window...
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 19, 2003 21:41:20 GMT -5
Gamar's mind picks up the presence of the general entering the room. He runs a hand through his hair, combing whatever is left of his white hair neatly and focusing again. He attempts to read the guards' thoughts carefully and quietly.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Oct 19, 2003 22:59:05 GMT -5
*Erianna releases the broach that holds her emerald green cloak closed at her throat, and lets it fall from her shoulders. She is wearing underneath a black riding outfit with a crimson bodice, the fabrics clearly speaking their expense. When the young man reaches the table, she gives him clear instructions* "Go to the backroom, remain unseen as you do this, take a clean knife, slice open the vein of your left wrist, and fill a tankard with the blood that flows. Band the wound, and bring me the tankard. Now go and do as I bid." The man turns and proceeds to the backroom to follow his instructions.*
*Erianna then sent a mental message to the cloaked figure in the shadowed corner* So pleasant to have you in my company again my dear one.....please join me for......hmmmmm.......a drink?" *She smiled slightly, but was accustomed enough to the task to not let her pointed incisors show.*
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Post by Shan Vortan on Oct 20, 2003 7:38:01 GMT -5
At first sign of telepathic communication, the cloaked figure reached into depths of its cloak with lightning speed, producing two well-made daggers and looked around. But then, it recognized Erianna's voice and relaxed, putting daggers back into depthes of its cloak. Fortunately, as the corner, where cloaked figure sat is completely hidden in deep shadows now, none of the tavern patrons were able to see cloaked figure's reaction.
Not familiar with telepathic communication, the cloaked figure didn't know how to answer Erianna, so it just stood up, approached Erianna's table and sat down near her. Then cloaked figure turned to Erinanna, and raised his hood a bit, allowing Erianna to see nearly-black skin and pair of pale violet eyes, which look as if they were behind the veil of mist. Then, the cloaked figure lovered it hood, to prevent tavern patrons to see who it really is.
"It's me, Shan" half-whispers cloaked figure to Erianna in male voice"Now you know what I really am. But for some reason, I feel that you won't call to humans' mob to lynch me for that. I don't know who you are, Erianna, but I feel, that you aren't one of them. You are the creature of darkness, just as I am, even though I also feel that we are of a different kind. I am glad, that I was able to find you."
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Oct 21, 2003 7:20:46 GMT -5
*She continued to communicate with Shan with thoughts, as it amused her to see him slightly uncomfortable with the process* My dearest Shan, another life, another time, but we are still the same as we once were. I would no sooner give you over to a mob's rope, than you would give me to a cleric's cross.
*The young man, looking very pale now, returned with the tankard filled of his own blood, and placed it gently down infront of Erianna. She dipped a finger into it, brought it up to her lips and her tongue flickered out to taste the sweet, coppery liquid. She closed her eyes and sighed.* "Oh yes, oh yes, this will do quite nicely. You are of an excellent quality indeed.[ *She opened her eyes, then reached into a small pocket within her cloak and pulled out 2 gold pieces. She placed them onto the table and pushed them towards the young man.* With my compliments, for such, hmmmm, excellent service. Now go to your room, you palate, wherever it is you rest, and sleep. Sleep deep and long, and forget you have ever seen this face. Now go! *She said in a soft, but commanding voice.*
*The young man took the gold pieces, put them into his pocket, and then left, moving trancelike out the Inn's front door, and to his own home.*
*She turned back to Shan, but this time spoke to him in the mortal way of things.* "Now dear one, you look practically done in. Perhaps a hearty meal, a tankard or two of the Inn's finest, or a mortal soul to gnaw upon? Is that it perhaps? Please, look around, one of your choosing, and I shall call her here to you. You still like them young and untainted, or have you changed your ways since last we roamed together?"
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Post by Shan Vortan on Oct 21, 2003 7:35:48 GMT -5
Shan seemed to be uncomfortable as Erianna spoke to him telepathically, but when Erianna spoke aloud, she felt that Shan was getting more and more worried, even though she was unable to see his face, and thus couldn't be sure about that.
"Can I ask you something, Erianna?" says Shan, after Erianna finished speaking "Exactly how long have it been since we met for a first time?"
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 21, 2003 9:27:08 GMT -5
Gamar, satisfied with reading the guard's mind, releases him and settles in his chair. Scanning the room using aura sight, Gamar spots a few variances in the clientele's make-up, and choosing the most variant, reaches out his mind and links it to hers
I know what you are... says Gamar to Erianna, telepathically.
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VladTaltos
Peasant
They Call Me A Hartless biatch And Some Times I Think Its True
Posts: 52
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Post by VladTaltos on Oct 21, 2003 23:50:11 GMT -5
Vlad gets up and goes over to the bar keep and gets a drink of some fine elven ale sips it then sets the glass down then goes to a back room and sits down on a bed Then he talk's to the female vampire with his mind I know what you are my lady dont be alarmed i will not hurt you i just want to talk to you and if you want you may have some of blood if you need it
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Oct 22, 2003 20:00:56 GMT -5
How long ago you ask? Time is irrelevant to me dear one, what is a decade to you is only yesterday for me. Be satisfied that we are again together, and for whatever path we are now being lead on, our chances of survival are greater.
*Suddenly two separate voices vied for her attention, but she able to parry them smoothly.* Gamar, either stop twiddling with yourself under that table, or come here and join us. Still rather uncouth with your manners I see
*She lifted up her tankard and sipped at her bloodmeal, savoring the flavor, feeling it slide through her still veins, yet giving her renewing life energy.* Vlad, I'm enjoying a very pleasant meal at the moment, but I thank you for the grand gesture. Care to join my little tea party?
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