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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 9, 2003 0:51:34 GMT -5
A beautiful woman with red hair, green eyes and skin as fair as a regular elf appeared from her hiding spot. She was wearing simple leather armor but was accompanied by her tiger friend. She began to speak to the tiger, "It appears to be that I have found more travelers." She looked over at the Drow, "And one is foreign to the Upper Realm."
She walks towards them, Greetings travellers you have chosen a perfect day to have a morning meal in the open air."
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Post by Shura on Dec 9, 2003 15:26:46 GMT -5
Morglum grinned, showing his good humour. It was an unusual seen to say the least. Drow, a half-orc and elves laid out as if for a picnic!
His Direwolf raises it's haunches and bares it's teeth at the tiger, but is calmed by a gesture from it's master, who decides to throw a chunk of meat as a peace offering towards the new beast. The worg looks none too pleased at this, and draws about his own portion possessively.
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Post by Darkwalker on Dec 18, 2003 0:44:28 GMT -5
Taerdryn smiles slightly. He had managed to live longer than he figured. These surface dwellers must be more sociable than his family had led him to believe...
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Post by Darkwalker on Dec 18, 2003 18:16:32 GMT -5
Sitting up straight, Taerdryn shrugs off his thick cloak and stretches again, then winces in pain as his sensitive eyes catch the sunlight. Hissing in sudden pain, he grabs his cloak again and pulls the thick hood over his head. "Now I see why so few of my race have ever ventured to the surface during the daytime.....the light is quite painful to eyes such as mine. But as for you, chieftan, I have never seen you as far as I can recall.....but teh days of the pits were not unfamiliar to me....I fought there a time or three when my father was displeased with my preformance..." His voice fades and he touches a long sequence of scars on his arms, remembering the sparring matches that turned to near-death fights between himself and his father. His father......the head of Melee-Magthere, who had traind his son in the arts of both armed and unarmed combat, slain by those who were jealous of him. Since that day, he had been hunted...choosing exile over death, leaving everything that he had ever known or cared about in the darkness behind him. As he looked up at those who had shown up while he rested, he remembered something his father once told him: 'All trust is foolish son....remember that and you will live a long healthy life.' But as he looked at thier faces, one singular thought crossed his mind: What choice did he have? Drawing in a ragged breath and quickly whiping away the tears his memories had called up, he looks back up again. "As I previously stated, my name is Taerdryn....Taerdryn Kilsek, if you must know my clan name....although I am the sole survivor as far as I am aware. I have fled the underwolrd and have thus forsaken my heritage. If any of you think it necessary to kill me due to my race, then do so now. I would hate to have you kill me after I see what the surface world is like." Shrugging off his cloak again, he allows the slight breeze to blow his fine white hair around as he looks each person directly in the eyes to see if any will accept his offer
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Post by Sharess on Dec 18, 2003 18:24:09 GMT -5
"Taerdryn, I have no quarlle with you so enjoy the days and the nights. Oh don't worry about the sunlight your eyes will get ues to it as my have. *Marenia holds a cup filled with some wine for Taerdryn*
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 19, 2003 0:16:35 GMT -5
The human woman pets the white tiger as it seemed to calm to really growl back towards the direwolf.
"Sir Taerdryn, it is a pleasure to finally meet one of the drow. I know much of the world under ours, but I never ventured due to certain problems.'
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Post by Shura on Dec 22, 2003 15:35:51 GMT -5
Mrolgum grins, relevaling a pair of yellowing tusks. 'This drak one is amusing as well as honourable. You will find that not all folk are as merciless and cruel as yours. Conduct yourself with honour through my territory and I shall fight for your life. Make one move against me and it will be your last.'
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 23, 2003 3:30:22 GMT -5
She slightly smiles, "You people are very funny. Believing you own the land, even though the land sustains itself and it is us who needs it."
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Post by Shura on Dec 25, 2003 17:22:41 GMT -5
The half orcs sighs, 'You misunderstand me. My territory incorporates my home and the area which I am familiar with. I am not master here, as you can plainly see. If I claimed such a thing then I would scarcely have the force to back up the claim. But I am warcheif of the Iron Claw through my fathers line. Most of the clan has died in chains in the lands below, the others who survived on the surface have mostly moved and joined other tirbes because they would not see the need for the tribe to change their ways. Now, I am a guardian. By night I wait in ambush for the slave parties of the drow, and I must also fend off the attacks of my treacherous warriors, who seek to claim this place in the name of new masters. Mine is a life of revenge and honour. Though for the difference it makes, there are many days where I doubt it's worth.'
He almost seems annoyed with himself at having said so much, but the pthers guess that this proud halforc does not often have the opportunity to speak to other people, with the hermit's life he leads. He decides to change the subject to matters ahead, 'Tell me Taerdyrn, what are your intentions now that you have reached the upper realms?'
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 30, 2003 4:16:00 GMT -5
She nods, "No, I mean no offense by what I said. I just find it funny how some people are. It was not a direct attack against you, but against many people who feel that they own the land."
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Post by Darkwalker on Dec 30, 2003 15:21:03 GMT -5
Taerdyn looks at the people that had shown up.......these surface dwellers that had at least showed him the common courtesy to speak before killing him. Perhaps they might be able to show him the ways of the surface.... "In truth.....I had not made many plans as to my future on the surface.....from the stories my people tell of the surface races, you would have butchered me on sight. Perhaps the stories are wrong. You have given me both welcoming and a meal....I am indebted to you all." He looks around at the others with a smile on his face. "But I think the main thing I want is to enjoy life on the surface....not to go about with people looking over their shoulders at me and making warding gestures at me....I want to go around like a surface elf would......I want to enjoy the sun, not hide from it like I have done for decades............." Sighing, he hands his head and finishes in a whisper "....although I know not how to go about it."
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Post by Sharess on Dec 30, 2003 18:08:25 GMT -5
"In all honsety you might not be welcomed to many places and yes in some places you may be shot or have your thoart slit on sight. My mother had to deafend me a lot but then she just left me at the temple of Elstree and I learned many things and I leanred how to accecpt others and not let their jugdement hurt me in time others will turst you and all will be well but for now I think it would be best if you said that you were my escourt. If you don't mind that is."
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Post by Shura on Jan 1, 2004 16:17:24 GMT -5
Morglum looks thoughtful. 'You have much to prove then, should you wish acceptance. Among bot horcs and men, I had to fight and labour for a place among them, and I have since forsaken them both, for prejudice is never truly eradicated. However, should you desire a palce among the good, then it is necessary that you display it openly, and prove yourself with good deeds.'
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Post by amosds on Jan 14, 2004 16:50:34 GMT -5
(((OCC hope you dont mind benderlee poping up in this one as well)
the young mage was hunting for spell components in the forest when he heard ruckus caused by the group. True to his curious nature he peeks around a tree to see the group.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Jan 28, 2004 1:13:44 GMT -5
Shelashana, the tiger, looks up and towards the young man, sensing him from far away, but the druid did not pay attention to her but to the conversation, "I knew a dwarf who had come from the lower realm who learned to function quite well in the sun, of course it took years of training and adjusting. He can now walk out during daylight,but he no longer has his ability to see in the deeepest of darks... "
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