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Post by Marance Talendar on Oct 31, 2003 11:44:41 GMT -5
"Are you reading my thoughts?" says old man, shaking away his memories and turning to elven female, with slight anger visible upon his wrinkled face "I don't remember giving you permission to do that."
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 31, 2003 17:15:08 GMT -5
There is no permission required, unfortunately. said the elf, sadly. She turned her gaze away from the man and looked pensively at the ground I hear all thoughts, mixed as a cacophony of sounds in my mind. They give me no rest and give me no silence. For two months I have endured the constance of these mental echoes, and have not had rest since then. Your thoughts, at the time, seemed most prominent, sir. Excuse my intrusion.
She nods respectfully and turns back to the bar, sipping her wine.
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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 1, 2003 10:12:41 GMT -5
"Guess, it cannot be helped then" grumbled the old man "Anyway you wouldn't know anything I would fear to tell, so it doesn't matter."
Then the old man raised his voice and shouted "Innkeeper! Where in Nine Hells are my food and wine?! I swear, if my order will not be here soon, you will regreat that!"
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Post by Erebus on Nov 1, 2003 15:44:13 GMT -5
The Nine Hells Indeed, Tatermalion sneered to himself as he peered in at the motley collection of characters drinking and mumbling among themselves.
Stroking at his filth-infested beard he eyed the figures carefully. Elsepeth... yes he had heard the name mentioned clearly and not in revere. Elsepeth - Tatermalion's own patron and one who would surely reward him well for news of enemies, or even better - for blood.
Tatermalion's long shaking fingers stroked the handle of his sword with surpressed excitement. Behind his bloodshot eyes his mind was drooling at the thought of murder.
He drew a bug from his lank hair and crushed it between his stained fingers.
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Nov 3, 2003 19:33:59 GMT -5
"You'd almost think we were drawn here to reap our revenge together..." He glanced out the window, noting a few moving shadows here and there. He turned his gaze back to the others and downed his drink. A flush crept into his cheeks and he sighed.
A little girl of maybe nine or ten summers comes running out of the kitchens, loaded with a heavy tray. She ran up to Marance and put his meal before him, "S-sorry mister, my momma had to clean off the oven so your food wouldn't be yukky. I'm soory..." She looks at Marance nearly crying.
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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 4, 2003 5:39:10 GMT -5
The old man wanted to look at the little girl angrily, but when he saw her tears filled eyes, he realized, he he simply couldn't be angry on her.
"Okay, little missy, forgive the old me, never wanted to shout on ya" said the old man, as he reached into his purse, withdrawn another gold piece out of it, and gently put it into little girl's hand "Here's for you momma and you, little missy, and forgive the grumpy old man."
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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 4, 2003 5:39:53 GMT -5
"You are getting soft, Marance" though the old man afterward "And you cannot allow that to happen, not now, not never. Your little vaction is over now, and the work is awaiting."
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Post by Erebus on Nov 4, 2003 6:05:10 GMT -5
Tatermalion strained to hear the words passing between the travellers. He caught the word 'revenge' clearly enough, and it made him writhe uncomfortably.
A rain had begun to fall, dribbling miserably down Tatermalion's thick matted hair as he pressed his face once more to the window.
There were too many enemies gathered inside for anything but the most cunning activity, Tatermalion mused, scratching habitually at a scab on the back of his left hand. For now he would wait and observe. Wait and hope that the crimson rage did not fall upon him tonight.
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Nov 4, 2003 9:26:13 GMT -5
The little girl beemed at Tarance and ran into the kitchen smiling. You could hear her mother bless you for your kindness from the kitchen.
Over at the table, Turanis silently unsheathed his sword under the table. Making sure none could see him, he nudged his chair back a bit for more leg room.
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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 4, 2003 9:42:23 GMT -5
Totaly unaware about what Turanis was doing, the old man began to eat, taking a swallow of his wine from time to time.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 4, 2003 23:45:14 GMT -5
The elven female hears Turanis's thoughts and realizes what he has done. However, unconcerned, she continues to sip her wine, staring absentmindedly at the wall before her.
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Post by Shadowdragon on Nov 8, 2003 18:56:28 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry, been busy, is it ok for me to still play?)
Vengence is fine, if the one you seek it on is the right one. I had taken vengence for my wife out upon a nearby lord, whose raiders had been plagueing my lands. He was dead at my feet before the horrible truth shone bare upon my mind. The vengence I took upon the ogres was twofold. For my wife and for the loss of my homeland, as I could no longer return having murdered the neighboring lord. Turning to the innkeeper he continues. Innkeep, if there be enough left in that pouch, more food and drinks for all gathered here, and take more you need for the old man's feast from it too. Seeming to not notice the elf's subtle movement, he carries on as if nothing has changed, even as he carefully unfastens one of his throwing axes from it's place within his over garment.
[EDIT] Had to check which weapon(s) Brandon had with him[/EDIT]
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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 9, 2003 8:33:38 GMT -5
Finally noticing that something strange is going on at the other table, as two inn patrons looked like they were up to something, the old man instantly took the defensive measures.
He didn't though, he simply acted.
"Thank you for your insight, Nirenn" were the only thoughts elven female heard from him...
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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 9, 2003 8:42:37 GMT -5
Calling upon his newfound power, the old man changed to words of magic, which were burried deep inside his mind into something completely different, creating the desireable effect.
Instantly the perfect illusion of the old man appeared over his body, as the old man's body itself turned invisible...
[OOC:] "For the game purposes, consider this effect similar to that of Mislead spell, even though it is far more advanced." [/OOC:]
...And in the next moment, the old man's invisible body was gone, and appeared in the other corener of the common room, still invisible...
[OOC:] "For the game purposes, consider this effect similar to that of Teleport Without Error spell." [/OOC:]
...The illusionry image of the old man consider to eat and drink, and powerful nature of the illusion made it look as if the food and drink were indeed disappearing in the old man's mouth.
The old man himself stood motionlessly, simply observing the situation before him. The old man allowed himself neither thoughts nor emotions, thus making it completely impossible for elven female to track him through her ability to read thoughts and possibly emotions.
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Post by Shadowdragon on Nov 9, 2003 17:21:39 GMT -5
So, old man, what's yer story? Seems everyone else here tonight's either seeking or, as in my case, sought justice recently. Do ya seek it too? Or is it just a strange coincednese that that we three seem to have gathered in this strange land at this particular inn? *carefully shifting his axe as to have a proper grip for either throwing or striking with it, his and never reappears outside his heavy cloak*
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