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Postby Cucalen » Thu Sep 26, 2002 11:22 am

There in front of him stood what would have been the greatest city ever built, now just ruins beyond repair. It looked like it had been abandoned for years. As Cucalen walked the streets he could see bones and pieces of weaponry lying on the floor, obviously a battle had taken place here, a probable cause for the state of the city now. He continued to walk until he came to the palace of the city. A strange glow eradiated from it and he was sure he heard music. As he stepped through the door, he felt his soul being drawn out of his body and being transported somewhere, somewhere he had no control. As quickly as he felt this strange sensation he stood in front of a group of warriors, battle-clad, blood dripping from their weapons. Cucalen didn't recognise any of their faces from his world but the room he was in looked like the room he just stepped into apart from it looked like what the room would look like.<BR><BR>"Hello, what do we have here? A runt? We won't have any trouble with you!"<BR><BR>With a single sweep of his sword, the lead warrior, struck with his sword into Cucalen's body.<BR><BR>Cucalen woke up with a cold sweat running down his face.<BR><BR>"A dream, just a dream".<BR><BR>As he tried to get up a pain shot into his chest, he looked down and saw a scar there, going across his body as if someone struck him with a sword. Also, on the floor there was an old parchment of some kind. It had some writing on and a small diagram. After reading it and studying it he quickly gathered his things and went to meet up with his friends at the tavern and tell them what happened.<BR><BR>
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Postby Arwen902 » Sat Sep 28, 2002 12:28 pm

<BR><i>Drina rose slowly from where she sat with her friends in the corner closest to the door of the smoke filled tavern. The top of the old oak table already had three empty cups on it, Lauriandune's, Shadow's and Drina's. They had all had one drink already in the time they waited for Cucalen and Drina was going to get them another drink each. The legs of her chair scraped against the stone floor but no-one seemed to notice. <BR><BR>Her booted feet made little if any noise though it was hard to tell above the loud shouts coming from a group of drunken dwarves at the bar. One of them stood and walked towards her but turned to yell something back at one of his companions and didn't see her. The two collided and ale spilled down the front of Drina's thin black cloak. The dwarf landed on the floor not quite aware at what had happened and his friends burst out laughing. <BR><BR>Not happy at the fact that her cloak now stunk of ale but glad that she hadn't taken it off the minute she had entered the inn, Drina glared at the dwarf and stepped over his stout body, leaving him on the floor. She pulled off her cloak before the ale could stain her clothes also, reached the bar and ordered the drinks for her friends and herself. After the barkeeper had set the drinks on the beerstained bar she asked him,</i><BR><BR>Have you seen Cucalen tonight?<BR><BR><i>He set down the glass he was cleaning and pointed over her shoulder, saying,</i><BR><BR>Over there. <BR><BR><i>Drina smiled at him and picked up the drinks then hurried back over to the table, Cucalen looked worried.</i><BR>
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Postby Cucalen » Sat Sep 28, 2002 6:56 pm

"Hi Drina, I had the weirdest dream today but it wasn't a dream, but it was if you know what I mean. After it, I had a scar across my chest plus I found this parchment beside my bed."<BR><BR>Cucalen showed her the scar across his chest. No way was that done by anything else but a sword an another bladed weapon.<BR><BR>"I'm waiting for some of the others to come down and see what they think. I first thought it was one of the orcs that were sheltering in the forest but the one that cut me, the mark disappeared and it wouldn't have been as big as this! Here, have a look at the parchment."<BR><BR>He got out the parchment that was in his bag and put it in front of Drina.
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Postby Anriel Mendereth » Sun Sep 29, 2002 3:54 pm

There was a burst of noise and laughter from across the hall. Somewell meaning drunk soldier had inwittingly approached Lauri, and was now lying on the floor in a puddle of his own ale, with her sword at his throat.<BR>"You want to say that again?" She asked, glaring down at him.<BR>"Excuse me for a moment," said cucalen to Drina, and got up. Taking his sister by the arm, he guided her away from the drunk, who scrambled unsteadily to his feet and hurriedly left amidst shouts of laughter.<BR>"I was only going to give him a free shave, you don't have to remove me from his company!" She complained.<BR>"Yes, well, i thing your idea of a shave may have been a little too close for his liking." replied Cucalen, still leaading her firmly away. <BR>Grumbling under her breath, Lauri grabbed her ale, and sat down at his table, shooting death stares at the friends of the drunnk who were still grinning at her. Rolling her eyes, she turned to her brother.<BR>"So, what's new with you?" she asked.
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Postby Cucalen » Sun Sep 29, 2002 4:34 pm

"Still having your trouble with the drink? I'm sure half the time you encourage that lot just so can have a scrap. I'm lucky i'm still around in this town with you carrying on."<BR><BR>Because Cucalen lived outside town, it was kind of hard foe him to be accepted as a local as it were. His sister meant well, she just got carried away.<BR><BR>"Sorry sis, it's just that I'm a little on edge with this dream I had."<BR><BR>He explained again what he said to Drina and showed her the parchment. <BR><BR>"The writing is crude but you should be able to read it. I don't know what you think but I'm going to check it out later. You with me?
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Postby DerekHalfHand » Mon Sep 30, 2002 2:44 am

The door of the inn swung open, an with it came spurts of the water which had been steadiliy falling outside for some time now. Ducking under the low doorframe, a man wrapped in a dripping fur cloak which covered his entire person stepped in. He closed the door behind him and walked up to the tavernkeeper, with just the bar between them.<BR>"Well met, traveller," he greeted. "Is there any service I may provide for you?" the man seemed to compose himself before speaking.<BR><BR>"Mead would most certainly be well-met." Right across the counter, his low voice hit many surprised ears: traveller he was for sure, as no-one carries that strong an accent around here.<BR>"Why certainly, my good sir." the owner shuffled off and came back with a mug full of sweet-smelling liquid. "That'll be..." before the man could finish, the stranger responded by pushing his fur cloak aside, reavealing a dull iron glint underneath, and setting several gold coins on the counter.<BR>"Pay yourself, my good man, for tonight, I may be a happy man." greedily, the innkeeper scooped the five of six gold coins off the counter and slid them into his pocket. "I also wish to eat." he turned away to sit at a table. Hesitating, he turned back around and caught the scuffling tenant by the arm. Surprised, the man looked up.<BR>"Make sure there's meat in it."<BR><BR>He walked off to a table, where a client was dozing off in his own drunken stupor. Sitting down next to him, the man prodded him in the shoulder, and the drunkard fell off his chair. Raising his eyebrows out of spite of the client's state, he prepared to have dinner alone.<BR>
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Postby DerekHalfHand » Mon Sep 30, 2002 2:44 am

While we was waiting, the stranger allowed himself to stray his mind with the little distraction that the locals offered. Most were drunk or on their way there, and none of these people seemed able warriors. If they carried weapons, they carried large excuses for knives, and their armor was in poor shape. Wondering why this place hadn't fallen to any horde of raiders yet, he gently sipped his mead, reminding himself of the last combat he fought. The day he lost Ulrik. In memory of his fallen friend he drank and was merry, imagining his friend already feasting and fighting in the halls of Valhalla.<BR><BR>Lucky man.
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Postby Ringspell » Mon Sep 30, 2002 10:05 am

A shadow wander across the tavern, a few long white locks falling out from under her black hood. She made no noise and, to the drunk, seemed not be there at all or seen and at once forgotten. Large purple eyes looked out from the depths of that hood and landed on Drina. The shadow glided over to the girl and rested her hand on her shoulder. Drina jumped and looked back.<BR><BR>“Oh, Shadow, it’s just you.” <BR><BR>“Shadow” or Shay as she was more commonly know as nodded and pulled off her hood. <BR><BR>“It took you long enough to get our drinks. Did you get lost along the way?” her voice was hard, even cruel but her eyes were kindly looking upon her friend and a smile was playing on her dark lips. Seeing Cucalen a small gasp escaped her and her smile broadened. “I see you found our wondering friend. Where were you Cucalen? We’ve been waiting forever.” Shay suddenly embraced Cucalen in a warm hug. When she pulled back she laughed at the shocked look on her friends face. <BR><BR>“Where <i>have</i> you been? I missed you terribly.” Shay joked, still laughing. <BR>
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Postby DerekHalfHand » Mon Sep 30, 2002 10:33 am

The Inn keeper placed a bowl of stew in front of the man. Chewing on the meaty bits of the stew, he looked around. People getting drunk, people talking... Sipping his mead, the spoon found its way back to the bowl. As he lowered his mug, a sight caught him. A little boy, maybe eight or nine, was parting one or the people at the counter's robes in a more than suspect fashion. Sighing, he grabbed his bowl and mead and headed towards the child.<BR><BR>The kid eased the purse of his victim's belt ever so gently. He turned around, his deed done, and walked quickly in the opposite direction... Only to run into the greaves of an armored suit - unfortunatley attached to a leg. The tall man held his boot up against the counter, barring the kid's way.<BR><BR>"Why you do that, child?" he asked, his accent laden with his foreign origins.<BR>"I'm hungry sir, so's my family" the man held out his hand.<BR>"Give me that." Unwillingly, the child put the purse in the man's hand. In return, the man handed the child his stew. Greedily, the child vultured the mixture down and smiled. He left the child with a handful of gold coins.<BR>"Feed your family, get your father to work." The boy scuttled off. Gingerly, he tried to be as polite as possible, and handed the puse back, dangling on the end of his finger.<BR><BR> *************************<BR><BR>Cucalen sat talking to Shadow when suddenly, a purse appeared by his face, dangling on the end of an upturned finger. A powerful and thick accent caught him.<BR><BR>"You dropped this, I believe"<BR>
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Postby Anriel Mendereth » Mon Sep 30, 2002 10:43 am

Lauri waited until Cucalen turned from her, then couldn't quite resist the temptation to stick her tongue out at him. He looked back at her, and she looked back innocently. A shadow fell across the table, and she looked up to see a tall man with a thiuck accent speaking to Cucalen. Suspicious, as she always was of strangers, Lauri kept her hands free, ready to draw her sword from the sheath strapped to her back. She never quite trusted anyone who claimed to nkow her brother, but then that was probably because no one lese intelligent ever claimed to completely trust her brother, except those who were close friends.
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Postby Cucalen » Mon Sep 30, 2002 5:56 pm

Cucalen looked at the man that had just returned his purse. Anyone else would have probably run with it, especially if they knew it was his.<BR><BR>"Thank you, I didn't even realise that I dropped it. Is there anything I can do to repay you for this act?"<BR><BR>He didn't know what else to say to him, the purse didn't even really have all that much coin in it.
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Postby Anriel Mendereth » Tue Oct 01, 2002 2:56 am

(ooc - you mean triple! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>)
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Postby Arwen902 » Tue Oct 01, 2002 8:17 am

<BR><i>Drina jumped a mile at the tap on her shoulder, she knew there hadn't been anyone behind her a few seconds before. She spun round, her hand on the hilt of her sword, but then relaxed when she saw Shadow. She smiled at her friend in greeting and said,</i><BR><BR>Shay, you have got to stop scaring me like that. And I didn't get lost, there was a little trouble with a drunk dwarf.<BR><BR><i>She gestured at her soaked cloak, which now lay dripping beer down the front of the bar, then noticed someone dangling Cucalen's money purse in front of his face. Cucalen offered to repay the man for his kind act in returning it and Drina couldn't help but wonder what the stranger would ask for. Leaving the two men to talk for a minute, Drina turned to Lauri and Shay who were both studying the parchment.<BR><BR>It looked very old, even though Cucalen had said that he'd never seen it before, the corners were jagged and torn and the parchment itself was yellowed with age. Along one side it even appeared to have been burnt. The writing was crude and faded but easy enough to figure out. Drina brushed back loose strands of her light hair and read through the writing again. In her opinion the description the parchment gave sounded like an old story. Although she had only lived in this place for two years and didn't know much of its history, she had recently started to study the mythology of her new home and thought this sounded familliar. Glancing at the diagram again she asked,</i><BR><BR>So what do you think it means? Could it be linked somehow to what's going on with these weird dreams?<BR>
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Postby Iavasel » Tue Oct 01, 2002 1:19 pm

Calid had only half been paying attention to the conversation at the table, something or other about one of Cucalen's dreams. She had been stealthily edging her seat closer to their neighboring table, eyeing the fat bulge that the trousers of the man sitting there displayed in his pocket. She reached for it, her eyes darting about to be sure no one that would stop her was watching her progress. Lauri poked her in the ribs and ruined her concentration. "What?" She asked irritably. "I nearly had it." She exclaimed, as the man looked around to see who was speaking and nervously shifted his chair out of her grasp. Lauri flicked her eyes to the man standing behind Cucalen and dangling a purse in front of his nose. "Oh." Said Calid softly, hoping that he hadn't witnessed what she had been about to do. He didn't look as if he'd appriciate her theiving habits.
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Postby Cucalen » Tue Oct 01, 2002 3:20 pm

"Well from what I made out of the writing, it goes on about a kingdom that existed a very long time ago. It was a very large kingdom that had one ruler. One day there was a rebellion against the king and the kingdom fell. That's all that was written. The diagram shows one of the edges of the kingdom. The weird thing is it looks like a part of the forest that I live in. Lauri, you should know this part, we used to play here while father was hunting."<BR><BR>He pointed it out to Lauri, the others also looked and one of two of them showed an expression of knowingness as well. So this was the edge of an ancient kingdom? A lot of questions filled Cucalen's mind. How come only a brief detail of the history? Is that what really happened to the kingdom and how come no-one has heard of it before? Was it hidden up or did something disasterous happen. Only time would tell.
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Postby DerekHalfHand » Wed Oct 02, 2002 8:31 am

(ooc - computer was being problematic sorry I didn't answer straightway)<BR><BR>The man spoke again.<BR><BR>"You need not reward me for such elementary politeness." he said. "However, you may rely on me the next time you need an extra sword." Pointing upwards, he then said: "I be staying at this inn until further notice."
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Postby Anriel Mendereth » Wed Oct 02, 2002 9:21 am

Lauri grinned as she looked at the place he pointed out.<BR>"Yeah, I remember, we used to have fighting competitions with those wooden swords father made us. I used to whip your -" She broke off as her brother kicked her under the table, and returned to looking intently at the map, her eyes dancing with mischief. "So, you were saying?" she asked shooting him an innocent look.
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Postby Cucalen » Thu Oct 03, 2002 10:27 am

"What I suggest is that we all go to this place tomorrow. Everyone should go home and get some rest. Bring a sword or something along just in case. It might just be me being paranoid but I'd rather find out just in case. We will all meet here again at about midday before moving on. If there are any questions then say them now or come along and see me at home, you all know where I live."<BR><BR>Cucalen didn't really want to go back but he had no choice, he hoped that he wouldn't have another one of those dreams again. Well just in case he did, a few more tankards should settle him down.<BR><BR>"Well I'm going to stay here for a few more drinks then head back. Stay if you want want but I'll be off in about two hours."
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Postby Arwen902 » Thu Oct 03, 2002 1:00 pm

<BR><i>Drina glanced up at Cucalen, frowning. She could tell that he was anxious and didn't blame him. One of the last things she remembered her mother saying to her when she was five was, "Remember Idril (because Idril was her real name that she had never revealed to anyone), dreams can come true."<BR><BR>For most of her life Drina had always taken comfort in that thought but now it scared her. Cucalen had not been badly harmed by his dream, only scarred, but what if that was only because he was an elf, immortal. Suddenly realising that her thirst had grown while they were talking, Drina picked up the tankard that she had got before but until now had sat on the table untouched and drank deeply. She looked around the room again and at the small company that sat all around and asked the question she had wanted to ask ever since Cucalen showed them the scar.</i><BR><BR>But what if you were not harmed too badly from your dream because you are an elf? We don't know what would happen to one of us if we were to suffer these nightmares.<BR>
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Postby DerekHalfHand » Fri Oct 04, 2002 2:14 am

The man headed for the door of the tavern, the pattern in mind: he'd seen that somewhere before... Gently, he pulled the door openand strode through. Round and round in his head went the pattern, not able to find its match within the norseman's memories. Roughly ten yards from the Inn's entrance, he was stopped by a cart pulling out of stables.<BR><BR>"Watch where you're going, man," he started, looking up at the black-cloaked driver. "You might have to give those horses more work by pulling that cart of yours over dead bodies!" For a second, the driver sat still. He then rushed for a blade in his belt and slashed for the northman's neck. Leaping back, the northener put both of his hands up in sign of friendliness. "Easy. I meant no offence to your horses or to you." The driver got off the cart and two other cloaked men leapt out from the back. "Well met, erm..." he heistated. "Fine."<BR><BR>The first of the cloaked men rushed at him, sword drawn, hoping to take head from shoulders. The blade split the air, just as a northern brand of arm moved up to meet the blow. A ring of steel against steel echoed down the street as the northman's aromor halted the blow. Quickly, his right hand made speed for his weapon, and as the cloaked assailants moved in, the moon's light found itself caught in the three-and-a-half-feet-long blade of the viking's broadsword. Rushing in to meet this newly revealed threat, the viking's enemies raised their swords in a venomous shout, striking akimbo.<BR><BR>One of them found himself grabbed by the scruff of the neck, and pulled in front of the warrior. With a scream and a gargle of pain, the man's life ceased to be in a death which had a steel ring to it. The other two hesitated an instant, but tried for gold again. The barbarian sidestepped one of them, losing his blade in a mess of entrails within one of them, prematurely sending the other one into morpheus's arms with a well squared punch in the face. The thug's momentum caused him to plummet forwards into an over flowing trough. He would rouse soon enough. Retrieving his sword from the one's belly, the norseman plunged his hand into the trough and pulled the man out. Holding his arm at breaking point, he murmured into his ear:<BR><BR>"Only seamen are allowed the honor of drowning." he threw the man onto the ground and pulled out an axe, and with a brilliant silver arched-swing, he brought the weapon into the last of the thug's skull, fending it like an overripe apple. He was about to leave, when he noticed something clenched in one of the late thugs's hands. He retrieved what turned out to be a piece of cloth, and examined it. Nothing of value, just a map of the area, the town they were in circled in red, and a cross, on one edge of the forest.<BR><BR>"Odd" he thought to himself. "Having a look in this place may not be wasted time." He tucked the cloth by his neck, under his armor, and headed back to the inn. "Tomorrow seems like a good time to do this."
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Postby Iavasel » Fri Oct 04, 2002 8:21 pm

Calid agreed readily to join Cucalen and the others on their quest, not quite sure what she was getting herself into, but having no doubts that it would prove to be something much more entertaining than staying behind.<BR><BR>Her eyes and mind began to wander again, distracted by the more prosperous patrons of the inn who had had too much drink and were being stupidly careless with their purses. <BR><BR>She left her friends table for a moment, and shortly wore a satisfied grin on her face, her pockets considerably heavier. Recrossing the room to the table she casually dipped her hands into the pockets of an unattended waistcoat left to dry by the fire. She was rewarded with finding a small silver and turquoise ring, and several silver coins which joined the new found wealth already in her trouser pockets. <BR><BR>She sat back down at the table and cheeirly offered to pay for everyone's drinks, and took the liberty to order another round for everyone. <BR><BR>She noticed that at least Cucalen and Drina, and possibly some of the others looked worried as they studied Cucalen's parchment. <i>Well,</i> she thought, <i>Between them they're doing enough worryin' They don't need me to worry too.</i>
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Postby Cucalen » Mon Oct 07, 2002 5:34 pm

Cucalen decided to stay for a bit before he went, it was common courtisy after all since a drink had been paid for him. He just couldn't get this out of his head now, would he be able to sleep or would he have another dream like the one last night? He tried not to think about it too much but it was very hard. After that drink he thought it time to go.<BR><BR>"I'm going to go now guys, I will see you all tomorrow. If anyone wants to come over for a chat or any questions then thats fine. See ya."
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Postby Arwen902 » Wed Oct 09, 2002 9:59 am

<BR><i>Drina yawned sleepily, again trying to brush back stray strands of her blond streaked hair that refused to stay tied back. She rested her head in her hands, suddenly realising how tired she was from getting no sleep the night before, then stood up slowly. She picked up her dripping cloak and, saying goodnight to her friends, walked out the door. <BR><BR>The icy air outside hit her suddenly but she prefered the cold to the stifling heat inside the tavern. Drina turned right to go back to her house but found herself looking at the woods instead. Everytime she went in she felt that there was something not quite right and felt uncomfortable there, as if someone...or something was watching her. She had had that feeling the day she arrived there, she had been on the road but had been daydreaming, losing the road and wandering off into the dark trees. That was how she had met Cucalen the first time, her sometimes bad sense of direction taking her straight to his home.<BR><BR>This feeling didn't seem to affect any of the others though, perhaps because they had always lived there, but Drina was the odd one out. Today however, even after reading the parchment, she felt drawn to the woods. Before she knew what she was doing, she was walking towards the dense trees. As she stepped between the first trees that nagging feeling that there was something wrong, that she wasn't alone, came back but she ignored it this time as she had before.<BR><BR>After walking through the trees for a while Drina tripped over a tree root that stuck up through the fallen leaves. She flung out a hand to stop herself and felt a sharp pain across her palm. Drina looked at her hand and, although she could barely see in the gloom, she could feel the blood running down her wrist from a small, deep cut across her palm. She looked at where her hand had landed and saw a flash of metal.<BR><BR>Being careful not to cut herself again she touched the metal. She wrapped her fingers around the end and pulled gently. After rubbing away all the dirt and some of the rust Drina realised that what she had found was an extremely old, ornately patterned dagger in its sheath but the end of the sheath had rusted through, exposing the tip of the dagger which Drina had cut herrself on. She picked it up, wondering if this could also be connected to these dreams and the parchment. She went back to the tavern but either everyone had left or they had gone further from the door and bar. Knowing she would see them tommorrow anyway Drina headed home.</i><BR>
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Postby Iavasel » Thu Oct 10, 2002 8:51 pm

Calid decided that she would spend the night at the tavern, not knowing whether or not tomorrow she would have such a luxury. She paid the innkeeper from what was left of the stolen gold. He raised his eyebrows when the money was pressed into his hand, wondering how such a shabby-looking young girl who had drunk the evening away could afford so much. Calid cheekily raised her eyebrows even higher than his in response, challenging him. The innkeeper backed down, deciding he would rather keep the money than satisfy his curiousity, and showed her to a decent room on the ground floor. <BR><BR>Calid flopped unceremoniously down on the bed, fully clothed, not even taking off her boots. As a theif, she was always ready to run. Her hand strayed to her waist where there hung two or three ordinary daggers, her hand rested warily on the hilt there, and in this position, she fell asleep.
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Postby Arwen902 » Tue Oct 15, 2002 1:54 pm

<BR><i>As Drina started to walk again a light mist of rain began to fall, settling on her hair and clothes like snowflakes. She looked up and saw that the sky had been completely blanketed in thick black clouds instead of the clear sky that had been there earlier. <BR><BR>She started to walk faster, knowing that a storm was coming and not wanting to get caught in it, and finally reached her small house. She had come to this town first of all because she was trying to find information about any of her family that were still alive but then had decided to stay here after all. <BR><BR>She had heard from a friend who had come here visiting his family, that someone who matched the description of what Drina could remember of her sister, Erin. Drina still remembered her parents although they had been murdered when she was five and above all things she wanted revenge but that was looking less likely as the years passed. <BR><BR>She turned the rusted handle of the door, cursing under her breath in annoyance as the door jammed in place and wouldn't open and the rain turned to a heavy downpour. Drina was dripping wet by the time she got inside, she'd had to give the door a hard kick before it would budge but at least the rain had cleaned all the dirt from the cut on her hand. She changed into dry clothes and sat down on her bed and pulled the dagger from its sheath. <BR><BR>Drina lit a candle and held the blade under the light. As she looked at it she realised that the blade was covered in writing all the way across one side of the blade and then down the other side. The writing was tiny but Drina thought it looked familliar to the writing on the parchment that Cucalen had shown them earlier.</i>
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Postby DerekHalfHand » Tue Oct 15, 2002 3:10 pm

The morning was young, and the sun was only inching itself into the sky. Cockrels hadn't awoken yet, and the morning dew was still fresh on the leaves of the trees in the quiet street. The inn's patron's and clients were all fast asleep, pondering thier inner thoughts through dreams and other methods of unconciousness. All was well, until a noise came and disturbed the peace. The door of the Inn swung open with great force, hitting the wedge holding a stack of barrels in place out from under te supporting barrel, and the wole thing came tumbling down with great amounts of racket. The nearby horses not in the stable hennied at thier fright, causing all kinds of disturbance, although none to the perpetrator of the swinging door, who heartily made his way to the stabls, singing loudly:<BR><BR><i>Bring forth the music for paise the day!<BR>The sun is rising, the wind's a-way,<BR>The fermented drink is dying,<BR>The minds are fresh today,<BR>Praise the gods for thier artist way:<BR>What a beautiful sky this morning!</i><BR><BR>Further notes were heard coming from the stables, whereas the lyrics were less clear, the volume had dropped no less. Ten minutes into the singing, the knight emerged from the stables, glorifying the early hours of daws with his bold voice. Hardly recognizable he was, now that his fur cloak was open and bearing his armor, his hair tied back and his helmet proudly resting on his head. The honest norseman which had returned Cucalen's money kicked his horse to a falst walk down he road, as he sang:<BR><BR><i>Forsooth the day keeps its mysterious ways,<BR>Much glory in battle to be sought to-day,<BR>Seek the foe and plough him down,<BR>Spend the money while in town,<BR>All for the sake of tomorrow!</i><BR><BR>He finished the last verse as he passed the last house at the exit of the town. Humming the rest to himself, he pulled out the parchement he had obtained from his asailants the previous night and began his journey. Little did he know, he would most certainly meet Cucalen again.
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Postby Cucalen » Tue Oct 15, 2002 4:57 pm

Thankfully that night Cucalen didn't get a repeat of the dream. He was expecting one though and the next morning he found himself wondering why he didn't. Perhaps because he hasn't been to where the parchment says to go. That seemed the most plausible reason. Anyway he got all of the kit together that he would need. He left some at his house because he could easily come back before they went to the site. Soon he was on his way back to the inn where he met all the others. When he gotr in he ordered a tankard of ale then went to sit down in his usual place.
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Postby Iavasel » Wed Oct 16, 2002 4:50 pm

Calid jumped out of bed and was instantly at the ready when the first sounds of the disruption reached her. She listened tensely and realized that whoever had caused the racket was now singing loudly just outside her window as he headed for the stables. Calid swore colorfully in annoyance and flung open the window shutters to confront the man, but he was already riding away on his horse. She cast about for something to throw at him, but seeing nothing she settled for shouting something obscene at his back and slamming the shutters once more.<BR><BR>She stormed down to the common room and seeing Cucalen already there she flopped down unceremoniously in a chair across from him and ordered coffee from the innkeeper.
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Postby DerekHalfHand » Thu Oct 17, 2002 2:23 am

The Innkeeper walked to where the two were sitting, a bowl of coffee in one hand and a mug of ale in the other. He looked at Calid, and snorted.<BR>"I'd be takin' it as the norseman roused ye from between the covers this morn, eh?" Calid pinched the sleep out of his eyes, nodding silently in the process. "He's a bit of a disturbance, that one, but he pays good money." Cucalen just let the liquid run down his throat.<BR><BR>----------------------------------------------<BR><BR>Round about the same time, Jungaar Aegirson was gently walking his horse along the road, heading towards the forest, at the spot indicated on his piece of cloth. Where had such scruffy-looking bandits got ahold of what appeared to be a treasure map? They probably killed someone for it. Jungaar chuckled happily at the idea of the theives getting a taste of thier own medecine. He leaned back on his horse and reached into the saddle-pack, pulling with him a carrot which he snapped in half. Leaning forward, he fed half to his horse, whispering something in nordic, and happily munched on the other half while humming to himself. Tranquil, he pursued his journey, admiring the beauty of this part of the country.
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Postby DerekHalfHand » Thu Oct 17, 2002 2:28 am

The road was peaceful, Jungaar just took the time to ride and take in the sights of the country. Beautiful place this was. Not a thing to disturb the grace of Mother Nature's creative inspirations.<BR><BR>"Your money or your life!" Jungaar looked down at the three men that had sprung out in front of him. Two were holding bows, the third was holding a longsword. Raising his hand high above his head, Jungaar shrieked:<BR><BR>"Don't shoot! I'm just a errant night in search of glory! Please don't kill me!" The bandit with the sword turned around and grinned at his companions-in-arms. He then turned back around, resumed his stance, made sure his footing was correct, took a deep breath and said:<BR>"Give us yer money!" Keeping his hands up, Jungaar noddined in direction of his belt.<BR>"It's in my belt! It' in my belt... the brown pouch! Please, don't hurt me!"<BR>Gingerly, the sword-bandit approached, lifting his sword to be able to reach for Jungaar's pouch.<BR>
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