Sword of The Past

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Postby Hyramendaciel » Sat Nov 09, 2002 2:43 pm

<BR><BR>The smell was of roses and the feeling was humble in faithful dreams. It was comfort. This was something that was different. <BR><BR>The extreme upper hall was full of rooms with large windows and soft beds, pale colors upon decorations, this was in the solar with silver and golden trim. Long curtains hung to separate many of the rooms and Shae moved easily through each, admiring many values but passed by and moved down the stairs. <BR><BR>The stairs led down in a slow winding pattern and she slipped down them quickly. Her destination was to the very pit of the quarters. <BR>The aroma of dust and old material filled her senses. The walls began to get darker and she found torches and the bottom of the staircase. Large stone covered the walls and she stood on the last beautiful rug in the portion of the bottoming hall. With some effort she pulled a torch from the wall and began down the stairs once again. <BR><BR>She pushed her way through a large wooden door. Nothing pretty of course but it seemed cool to the touch. It creaked as it was pushed open and the smell now became the distinct smell of old blood, bones, and heavy dust. Shelves lined the stone walls now with rotting bodies stacked upon them. Bones lay at the end, where they had been pushed off for new bodies to be placed evenly throughout. She noticed places where bricks were built up. The very thought was of those who were left behind the towering wall to die. <BR><BR>Shae squinted to herself at her expecting knowledge of disbelief and walked to the back and end of the large quarters. Dust covered wine was stacked at the end of the room and in the far corner sat a large tower of rugs piled upon eachother. She studied the object for a moment and then turned to put her torch on the wall. She then returned, closed her eyes, and pulled the rugs to the ground. Dirt and dust floated up with a gust as she stepped back to let it clear. Then, stepping forward, she smiled at the sight of a chest, still covered with a few rugs that stayed in place. <BR><BR>Opening the chest, she was pleased to see a map and a smaller dagger at the side. She quickly gathered her new possessions and stuffed them away. She smiled to herself in satisfaction for she was done.<BR><BR>She moved up the stairs, left the torch where she had originally taken it from, and left the small castle. The map and dagger were exactly where her grandfather had said it would be. The message to her was written well and she thanked him for this. Although he was long past gone, she was glad he left these in her care. She needed now to begin what she was told to start…<BR>
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Postby Forgotten » Sat Nov 30, 2002 9:41 pm

Meanwhile...The sun sank low in the western sky and darkness swept the town. A man stood leaning against a looming building, pipe in hand and head bent down looking at the muddy streets.<BR>The building he leaned against was one of the few remotely respectable taverns in town. The large door opened and a man flew out landing with a thud on the rain-softened streets. He got up slowly and looked a the bartender who was violently shaking his finger at the drunk man.<BR>"Never...Ever fight in my tavern! Don't let me see your pig face in here again!"<BR>The smoking man returned to his thought of calling the tavern slightly respectable. He changed his mind and decided to call it the tavern with the best wine. He chuckled to himself and pocketed the pipe deep within the folds of his cloak. He walked to the door and swiftly opened it and entered the tavern. The warm and pleasing smell of the tavern was indeed welcoming, the long and heavy rain had soaked his clothes and chilled him to the bone. He nodded to the bartender, who was wiping his mugs violently until they shone, and then took a seat at a lone table near the fire. A mug of ale was sent his way and flashed a smile to the bartender who always knew what kind of drink he liked.<BR>Few were in the room, many of them looked at the newcomer suspiciously and continued their talking. Rangers were greatly shunned all the places he went, but he had gotten used to this years ago.<BR>He took a long sip from the ale, feeling good to be back in the town where he had grown up. It had been a year or so since he last visited his father, he wondered what that quirky old man was up to. He wished to see some of his old family friends and speak with a few rangers that happened to be in town. But what he really wanted was something to do, something more adventurous, he had been growing weary of his travels.<BR>He took out a small dagger and worked on his nails to pass the time. A man kept throwing him some looks but he ignored them, he was in no mood to fight. More and more people began to enter the tavern but the quiet man did not look up to see who they were. Whoever it was that needed the tall man would approach him. He slid his dagger back into his belt as more people began to look apprehensivly at him.<BR>"Aldaron"<BR>A figure from behind him said his name, Aldaron turned around and smiled, motioning for the cloaked figure to sit...
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Postby Rainfield » Sat Nov 30, 2002 10:05 pm

The man sat down next to Aldaron as he let out a big sigh.<BR>"My father knows yours, Perhaps you've heard of the Dactariun family. I am Rainfeild, son of Elius Dactariun. I have been in search of you for a while."<BR><BR>Rainfeild lowered the hood off his head and pulled out a pipe. <BR>"Your father wanted me to give this to you," Rainfield said pulling out a small black box. "I have not looked inside, so I do not know what it is, but I can assume it is something of much importance. He seemed very anxouis in having me find you," Rainfeild said lighting his pipe and making a few smoke rings.<BR>"Funny for me to have searched for the few monthes, and then end up finding you in your hometown. I actually have been following you for a week or so. I wasn't sure if you were Aldaron or not. I'm sorry for being devious, but I had to make sure. But if it is alright with you, can you tell your father that I found you sooner than here? I'm afraid he may not pay my father if he finds out that I found you here in town."<BR><BR>occ: YOu can decide whats in the black box. I was just trying to think up a good way for us to become connected.<BR>
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Postby Forgotten » Sat Nov 30, 2002 10:35 pm

"My father would pay you more if he knew you found me here. Eccentric little man...he likes to do very odd things, loves ironic happenings. He'd get a kick out of it.<BR>I suspected someone was tracking me. Doubled my pace and took the oddest paths known to rangers...you're pretty good."<BR>He closed his hand around the black box and shoved it into his shirt pocket. He studied the man in front of him, his memory recalling the Dactariun family. He grinned and waved for an ale to be brought over for Rainfield. Aldaron didn't show any hint of being interested in the package, for he already knew what was held inside.<BR>He took out his own pipe again and leaned back in the small wooden chair. His gray eyes shone in the dim firelight. He wondered what chance had in store for him tonight.<BR>As he puffed silently away a familiar figure had entered the tavern. He thought it was just the ale taking its effect on him but he only had one. He was careful about not getting drunk, never a good thing. He narrowed his eyes but the person was turned away from him. He gave up and went back to his pipe, quietly humming a tune he had learned many years ago.
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Postby Arwen#1 » Sun Dec 01, 2002 12:49 pm

Mel entered the inn soon after the two strangers did.Being sure not to be seen and not to attracked attentiong to herself she walked over to the bartender.<BR>"Who are those two sitting over there?"She whipsered pionting.<BR>"They are,well the one I've never seen before,the other is Aldaron."The bartender answered.<BR>"Aldaron?"Mel asked surprised.<BR>"Yes."<BR>Mel nodded her thanks then went over to a table in the corner,always watching Aldaron and the stranger.
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Postby Elbren » Sun Dec 01, 2002 5:42 pm

Excellent beginning but showing signs of falling prey to the dreaded, "didn't-read-the-rules-and-guidelines" disease; please make an OOC and please, newcomers, read the Guidelines and Rules for the Pony!!!
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Postby Rainfield » Sun Dec 01, 2002 9:35 pm

Rainfield sat quietly smoking his pipe as the woman walked in. "Nothing out of the ordinary," he thought to himself, as he brushed his hair from out of his eyes. <BR>"But wait, Aldaron is looking at her funny. Hmmm, maybe she's an old friend who should be bought a drink, or possibly she is an old enemy," Rainfield thought as he put his pipe away in his inner pocket. He looked down as if he noticed that his leather boot was unfastened and leaned down under the table.<BR>"Just in case she's an old enemy," He thought as he pulled out a standard knife, fastened against his leg, and placed it in his right shirt sleeve. He leaned back up, tucked his hair behind his ears, and waited.
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Postby Arwen32315 » Mon Dec 02, 2002 3:15 pm

*********<BR><BR>Meridia huddled deeper into her hunter green cloak and tried to curl up closer to her hound, Chista. Slow and steady rain sprinkled down through the foilage abover her. Trees were now help and she was too faw from any town to continue now. Her sword hilt dug into her side and her bow string was getting wet and would probably snap when next she tried to use it. "D***! Blast this weather." she snarled into the gloom of twilight. It was supposed to be sunny and warm in the south, but winter had come early. <BR><BR>Grabbing the pointed tips of her ears with gloved hands and using all her senses to peer ahead to check for danger, she began to make preparations for sleep. Her blood bay stallion, Isfahel, chomped noisily on his grass. He was content; he also had fur. <BR><BR>Two hours after midnight, she could stand the cold no more. She had slept outdoors since she had turned 1000, but cold was one thing she had never learned to abide. She mounted Isafahel (being an elven horse he had never been saddled or bridled) and started working her way back down the deer path. Christa followed patiently. The dog had learned her master's ways and knew that what little sleep she had had would have to suffice for many hours to come.
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Postby Ruccus » Wed Dec 04, 2002 9:53 am

Ruccus rode into the yard of the inn on the back of his wolf Arthagon, a proud, majestic beast, his coat glistening in the silver moon light of winter.<BR> He dismounted and led the wolf to the stables. Leaving him in the warnth of the stables, he stumped over to the dorr of the inn. The horses in the stable shyed away from the wolf, that took no notice of their fear and settled himself down in adry corner, snow drifting in through the open door.<BR><BR> Ruccus threw open the door and tramped in, releasing a fresh drift of snow to float icely around the doorframe.<BR><i>Its a touch nipy out there.</i>he said to no one but himself. At his first glance around the inn, he noticed nothing unusual, but as he retrieved a drink of mead from the barman, laying out several bronze coins for the privelege, he noticed that a man was staring at woman, not openly, but not unobtrusively. It was a persistent stay that the Lady would be sure to notice after not to long. The women, was not overly pretty adn nothing out of the ordinary about her, but there was something in the way the way she carried herself that made her seem...interesting.<BR>Ruccus drifted over the man that sat next to the staring one and bent over, admittedly not very far, and whispered <i>Your friend seems interested, but where i come from, it is not done to stare at a Lady in such a fashion as he is doing. She may well take offensive if he is found out.</i>
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Postby Rainfield » Wed Dec 04, 2002 2:12 pm

The muffled voice spoke softly in Rainfields ear. At first he was a bit startled, he was anxiously awaiting some sort of movement from Aldaron or the strange woman. But what he got was the burly voice of dwarf. However, Rainfield quickly resituated himself and put his knife away in the folds of his cloak. <BR><BR>"And what might a dwarf know of manners," Rainfield said turning his head, becoming face to face with the dwarf. Rainfield saw the sudden look of shock on the dwarves face an smiled. He put his hand on the dwarf's shoulder and said, "Relax my dwarven friend, I mean not to insult you. My name is Rainfield, and I thank you for the advice, I'm sure my friend will heed to it."<BR><BR>Rainfield stood up and walked with his new friend over to the bar to top off his drink, "So Master Dwarf, what may I call you?"
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Postby -Shadow*Knight- » Wed Dec 04, 2002 2:48 pm

Sorry double post!<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby -Shadow*Knight- » Wed Dec 04, 2002 2:49 pm

Arron sat on his black horse, Midnight, servaying the twinkeling lights that was the town below him. <i>"The Old Oak" was the name of the inn, wasn't it? Yes, well, I better get there before this rain turns to snow!</i> He thought. But in a few minutes of ridding, he was disappointed. The freezing drizle had turned into a blizard. Arron coaxed Midnight into running a little faster just before they reached the inn. <BR><BR>Trusting to the stable boy to shelter Midnight, Arron mad his way to the door of "The Old Oak". At a glance the inn was well kept and the perfect place for a livly party, if ever need called. Tables, chairs and bar stools were in a disarray, as though there had recently been a bar fight. The inevidable sent of smoke was thick, as was the cloud that hung over the heads of all present. Arron smiled and pulling out his own pipe, ordered an ale, paying the bar tender with a few copper coins.<BR><BR>He noticed a man and a dwarf sitting together at the bar and smiled. It was good to see thoughs of different races together. Also there was a pretty lady sitting near by, and by the looks of her she was part elf. Arron had known many an elf and half elf, indeed, his closest female friend was half-elven. Walking up to her in the casual(sp) courtly way he'd always been taught, he sat down beside her.<BR><BR>"Hello, M'lady. My name is Arron. By what are you called, and how are you?" He asked, smiling. She smiled too. He waited for her reply, he was interested to know if this was the person he'd been sent here to meet.
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Postby Arwen32315 » Wed Dec 04, 2002 4:40 pm

The door of the inn burst open and Meridia strode through. Any that had been standing in the near vicinity made way for her. Why she was in such a mood over the weather she didn't know, but when she was in a mind she could make lesser beings, such as doors and men, make way. She had seen Isfahel stabled and Christa was with the him.<BR><BR> She yelled loudly at the bar-keep for his best ale to be brought and set some coins down on the counter. Retreating to a chair in the corner, she lit a pipe and smoked as she drank. Her temper began to dwindle to a small flame within, and she looked about her. Two men and a dwarf were conversing in one corner; at the bar a woman was trying to remain aloof from some young pup's attention's. Everything was as it should be.
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Postby Forgotten » Wed Dec 04, 2002 6:13 pm

Aldaron leaned farther back in his chair, his face half covered in the shadows. He puffed away on his pipe, his tune had ceased and his mind lingered on greater matters.<BR>There was an endless stream of people coming in and going out. The rain had turned to sleet and then to large amounts of snow. He had forgotten how fast the icy hand of winter closed down upon the small town. Every few minutes the door creaked open and the chilling wind blasted through the small smoky room. Rainfield was talking to a dwarf that had taken a seat at their table, he lookd busy and Aldaron didn't wish to bother him. He felt a pair of eyes upon him but was now all too used to it.<BR>He placed the pipe back into the inner pocket in his cloak and withdrew the small box. He snapped the twine with his dagger and lifted the lid. The box itself was long, more than half the length of an elvish arrow, but was quite thin. Inside the was a piece of yellowed parchment wrapped in worn leather. He placed the package in his lap and sweeped across the room with his eyes. Someone was looking at him but their gaze broke swiftly, no one else seemed interested in the man's movements. He unfolded the leather and then unrolled the map. A smaller slip of paper slipped out and onto te dusty floor. He scooped it up quickly and scanned the writing, his father's scribbled signature lay at the bottom. He murmered quietly as he read the paper.<BR>He frowned and turned it around a few times. It was older than he thought when he first glanced at it. The writing was in common languange but the some words had faded terribly. He returned it to the leather holder and placed it back into the box and shove it into his cloak.<BR>Rainfield was staring at him oddly when he finally looked up but returned to the conversation with the dwarf. Aldaron tipped his almost empty mug back an forth for a while, his mind swimming in thoughts. He pushed his chair back and slowly rose. He gllided quietly over to the bar and set the mug down. The bartender smiled, still furiously shining his mugs.<BR>"Can I have a water?"<BR>"Aye, how's it going by the way, Aldaron?"<BR>"The stars are smiling upon me, what more could I ask for?"<BR>"Tis hard to see the stars through this blizzard of snow."<BR>The bartender laughed heartily and placed the cloth down to fetch some water. He came back and looked around the room.<BR>"There are some newcomers round these parts."<BR>"Its the northern wind, it brings all sorts of people."<BR>"That is does, also brings a nice some of gold to my pocket as well."<BR>Aldaron laughed quietly and conversed with the tall, fat man a while longer.
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Postby Ruccus » Thu Dec 05, 2002 3:12 am

The dwarf had not spoken for some while, even when both the ment that were near him had asked his name. I had sat on a stool at the bar, swirlling his drink around in its mug, not thinking of very much, except the draft that was coming under the door, bringing in a few flakes of snow that dissapeared in the warm, comfortable heat of the fire. He looked up frm his musings to say <i>Terribly sorry, got lost mi own thoughts there for momen'. I am Ruccus, son of Calthus. I come from the Misty Mountains. But apart from that i am not a very interesting person. But your friend,</i>to Rainfield, <i> Now he seems a very interesting character. He sits and he stares and he dose not move. I can see that there is more to him than meets the eye. Arh..but he dose move. He glances around to make sure that no one is watching him, which there is, they look away and he pulls out a leather bound package from his cloak, but what it is I can not see.</i><BR>This all may have seemed quite normal, people watch people in bars all the time, but Ruccus had his back to Rainfield's staring friend.
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Postby Rainfield » Fri Dec 06, 2002 4:09 pm

Rainfield looked at Ruccus with a twitch in his eye. He wasn't sure what he was getting at, and the dwarfs low muffled voice made his rambling's more and more hilarious. Rainfield got out of his seat, put his hand on Ruccus's shoulder and said, "I'll be back master dwarf, I'm going to catch some fresh air."<BR><BR>Rainfield walked through the double doors leading out of the tavern, and wraped his cloak around him. <BR>"Nasty evening," He said sliding his back down the wall of the tavern, and plopping himself on the cold, hard ground. <BR>"The bitterness could kill one stuck out in the middle of it," He said running his hand in a puddle of water. He could here the loud thunderous voices coming out of the bar, occasionally getting the loud cheer or song.<BR><BR>"I wonder what will become of me? Am I to drown in the soil of defeat before I reach middle age? Oh, come on now Rainfield don't think like that," He thought trying to bounce himself back to his feet. "Of course, I could just sit here, and let the winds take me. That would be the easy course, no worries, no pain. AHH, but then your family would never lead the life you want them to live. But... they live a good life anyway, quit arguing with yourself Rainfield. Stop whining and be on your way," Rainfield picked his hands up out of the water and buried his face in them. <BR><BR>"I'll work it out, I can get through this."<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Arwen32315 » Fri Dec 06, 2002 4:21 pm

Meridia got up from her dark corner and walked back toward the bar to refill her mug. One of the men that had been conversing with the dwarf got up and walked outside. As she passed the table the dwarf swung his feet over the bench and kicked her shin. "Watch where you plant your feet, oaf." Meridia hissed, her temper beginning to rise from its newly settled birth and her eyes turning a deep red with it. <BR><BR>"Why should I watch where I plant my feet if inconsiderate and rude people don't watch where they walk?" he replied. "Ruccus, son of Calthus, will not be insulted." <BR><BR>Meridia felt for one of her many hidden daggers, "Watch yourself, dwarf. The sylvan people do not take kindly to being called rude and inconsiderate." came the reply; she had mastered her tone of voice even if she hadn't managed to bring her temper under control.
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Postby Forgotten » Fri Dec 06, 2002 10:25 pm

Aldaron reached into a cloak pocket and tossed a few coins to the bartender who stopped polishing for a moment to put the coins away. He patted the poor excuse of a safe and smiled.<BR>"Thanks Aldaron. Will you be wanting a room tonight?"<BR>"Mm...sure why not. I'll pay for it when I get back."<BR>"Of course."<BR>The tall ranger turned on his heel and headed quietly to the door. Before he left he scanned the room and saw a dwarf and a woman, elvish blood, quarreling. A smile played on his lips, the tavern hadn't changed a bit. He swiftly left the warm smoky atmosphere, his cloak billowng behind his dark figure.<BR>He stopped suddenly and looked down at Rainfield, his back was to the wall, his head buried in his cloak. He nudged the silent figure with the tip of his worn boot and whispered hoarsly.<BR>"I'm seeing my father about your pay, I'll be back before the sun rises."<BR>Without waiting for an answer he left, the singing and laughing becoming fainter with each step he took. The bone chilling wind rushed about his uncovered face and through his long brown hair, sending shivers down his spine. He threw his hood up and wrapped the cloak tighter around his lean body and trudged on through the slush and mud. The lights of his fathers house glowed faintly in the distance, only a few more minutes in this frozen hell.<BR>When he reached the house he didn't wait to knock, instead he pushed the ornate wood door open. The loud bang echoed through the empty halls, the only other sound was a merry fire crackling away in the sitting room.<BR>"Father?"<BR>"In here my boy."<BR>Aldaron followed the sound of his father's voice and found himself in the study. Books of all shapes, colors, and sizes were crammed into the shelves and piled on the floors. A frail looking man sat behind the large desk with huge rose tinted spectacles slight crooked on his nose. He studied his son slowly and then jumped up and shook Aldarons hand with suprising strength. He motioned for the ranger to sit and did so himself as he pushed his glasses closer to his eyes.<BR>"It has been almost a year."<BR>"Actually a year, 4 months, and 19 days...just to be exact. How are you my boy?"<BR>"I am doing well, and yourself?"<BR>"Good good."<BR>The old man got up again and began rummaging throughout the study. Aldaron's eyes followed his closely, unsure of what his father was looking for.<BR>"I have a task for you. I assume you got the message and the map alright?"<BR>"Yes I did, I'll the money to the man you sent."<BR>"Double it, I'm feeling generous. Did he look at the package efore he gave it to you?"<BR>"Er..no. He said he didn't."<BR>"Hmm, too bad. I was hoping he had. Make things interesting you know."<BR>"No, I don't kno-"<BR>"Aha!"<BR>A wrinkly hand reached into a uncommonly large houseplant and pulled out a fat black book. The thing landed with a loud thud as he slammed it on the table and flipped through the gold trimmed pages.<BR>"I want you to get something for me...well not for me. Just do it for me. No..not for me. Ah yes..anyways. Theres a sword, not just any sword mind you, but a very rare sword. One of a kind. Well there's two, but they're just in the same place. Not the same sword. I would like you to take them both. Sauron's sword and an elvish one."<BR>"Sauron?"<BR>"Is there an echo in here? I said Sauron. I'm not sure what you do with it though, there's supposed to be instructions when you find it."<BR>"Well, where is it?"<BR>"Not quite sure, there are quite a few locations it could be. So you might have to try them all before you find the right one."<BR>"Sounds interesting."<BR>"Good good. Here's some money for the trip and the mesanger. There's plenty there, much more than you'd need. Oh which reminds me, you may want a few people to go with you..."<BR>"I travel alone."<BR>"Well not this journey."<BR>Aldaron opened his mouth to protest but thought otherwise. He picked up the heavy sack of gold and placed it in his hip bag. <BR>"I'll be going father. Take care of yourself. I'll be back soon."<BR>"No you won't. This journey wil take some time. Don't rush you know. Never good to rush."<BR>"Goodbye father."<BR>"Yes yes, goodbye."<BR>He shook his head an returned to his book, muttering quietly to himself. Aldaron was mulling over ideas in his head about the new journey. It wasn't like his father to not go into details. But he was an odd man.<BR>Aldaron looked at a painting on the wall. His father stood proudly behind his mother, one hand in his breast pocket and the other on his mother's graceful shoulders. She held a bundle, a little baby's head peeked over the large blanket, its gray eyes staring curiously ahead. Many times Aldaron wondered what he was looking at when the painter created the piture.<BR>He reached up a placed his hand on his mother's painted one. He tried hard to remember a memory of her but all was in vain. He could not recall her sweet and soft singing his father said she always did to make Aldaron go to sleep.<BR>He tore away from the picture and left the house without looking back. He stepped out into the frosty world cussing as he did so. Completely unaware of what chance had in store for him tonight and for many days after...
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Postby Ruccus » Sat Dec 07, 2002 5:30 am

Ruccus drew one of his throwing axes from its sheath and gently, but with eye wrenching speed, placed it with out force at the throat of the woman.<i>It is against my culture to insult or hurt women, but if the woman insults me forst i see nothing wrong with that. I would advice you in the future not to start fingering blades when someone accidentally kicks you, while they are trying to sit down. They might have overt reactions to your insults, especially if they are delivered piont first. What is your name, wench, so i can now who has insulted me?</i><BR>The pair glared at each other for a while, but their activities went un noticed by the rest of the company. Fights adn disagreements were common, and the weather had driven tempers high as well asthe bodies indoors.
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Postby Arwen#1 » Sat Dec 07, 2002 7:22 am

Mel looked at Arron,"Arron,I'm Melaine,Mel for short,that's what everyone calls me.And how amI?Hmm,well,tonight I'm thoughtful,very thoughtful,"Mel said,"And how are you?"<BR>She waited paitently for an answer,after a few minutes she nodded over to where the fight was,"Watch them closley,Arron,I predict something will happen in a few minutes,and it will be the best for both of them,but see that woman,she has to think of something quick,this could be a matter of life or death if she says the wrong thing."<BR>Arron looked at her as if to say that it already was a matter of life or death.<BR>"Not,yet,"She said,"But if this gets much worse I'm going in there and going to try and settle this peacefully."<BR>They sat and watched what was about to happen.
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Postby Arwen32315 » Sat Dec 07, 2002 12:27 pm

Meridia noticed that all attention was now focused on herself and the dwarf. She couldn't afford to be careless, and she mentally went through her list of the weaponry she had on her at the moment and made sure all was readily available. With an ax at her throat she didn't have that much time for thinking. <BR><BR>"Kindly remove your ax from my throat, and we can take this outside. Unless you would prefer everyone in the Inn to see you beaten." She didn't bother to judge the repercusions such a remark might merit, because the dwarf, in his anger, had placed one of his hands within easy reach. She slashed at it with one of her daggers, leapt up onto the nearest table, and sent him toppling over with a kick to his shoulder. As he picked himself and his ax up off the floor, she drew her sword and stepped back down to the floor. <BR><BR>The bar-keeper would have thrown them both out by now had not Mel (Meridia thought that was what she called herself) detained him. "Elves always did resort to trickery and sly methods of fighting." Ruccus growled at her, and her already raging temper soared to newer heights. <BR><BR>"The same is said of the dwarves. You are merely upset that we are now matched more evenly. I have respect for a considerate person be he man or dwarf, but you are neither."<BR><BR>
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Postby Rainfield » Sat Dec 07, 2002 5:13 pm

Rainfield blew gently on his hand watching his breath scatter into the air. The subtle mumbles and loud voices started to increase as he lifted his ear to the noise. They same two voices were being casted into his ear, and he knew that one them was his knew dwarven friend, Ruccus.<BR><BR>"Dwarves! Funny characters they are," Rainfield said unsheathing his sword. He pulled himself up with it, and walked back in through the double doors.<BR><BR>Rainfield walked in while the elf sent Ruccus onto the ground. He saw the barkeep being detained, and Ruccus stand up with an axe in hand. <BR><BR>He quickly drew out a dagger from within the folds of his cloak and threw it against the wall stopping Ruccus and the elf lady in their tracks. <BR><BR>"Enough," He said walking over to the two. He pulled the knife out of the wall and shook it at Ruccus. <BR>"It looks like the dwarves havn't changed as much as I thought," the elf began to snicker, and Rainfield turned around to face her.<BR>"But I guess the scholars were wrong, when they claimed the elves as the fairest of all beings."<BR>The elf lady scowled at Rainfield as he walked over to the bar.<BR>"Fill me up," he said slamming his cup on the counter.
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Postby -Shadow*Knight- » Sat Dec 07, 2002 7:50 pm

"I'm alright." Arron answered politly, then; "What the..? Uhho. Dark take the haughty elf that insults a dwarf." He muttered, knowing from personal experiance who hot tempered dwarvs are twards elves without being taunted. <BR><BR><i>,"Watch them closley,Arron,I predict something will happen in a few minutes,and it will be the best for both of them,but see that woman,she has to think of something quick,this could be a matter of life or death if she says the wrong thing."</i><BR><BR><i>Isn't it already?</i> He thought, his thoughts showing in his eyes.<BR><BR><i>"Not,yet," She said, "But if this gets much worse I'm going in there and going to try and settle this peacefully."</i><BR><BR>"No, I wouldn't want to get in the middle of that." He said, starring over to the scuffling <i>kidnergardners</i> (Or so he called them in his thoughts.) "I say we go and hold off the bartender. He'll throw them out other wise." Arron wisly replyed.<BR><BR>"What do we do to stop him? Hold a dager under his great double-chin?" She asked laughing. <BR><BR>"What ever we do, we need to do it now." Said Arron, growing concern showing in his nearly black eyes. "If you have an idea, I'll fallow your lead." He said, knowing the need for speed of mind in this matter.
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Postby Arwen#1 » Sun Dec 08, 2002 12:32 pm

Mel nodded to Rainfield in thanks and whispered something to the bartender,who nodded.Silently,she walked over to Meridia and Ruccus.<BR>"Now what seems to be the problem?"She asked them.<BR> As they both started to talk at once she held up her hands and said,"You first,and please tell me your names."She pionted at the elf.The elf explained what had happened,from her version,then Mel pionted to the drawf and he explained his version.Mel noddded when it was finished and motioned them to sit down.<BR> "Personally myself,I think that you two are acting like two little children,"She said as they were seated,then turning to Ruccus she said,"This whole problem could have been avoided if you hadn't have decided to behave like a child and kick Meridia,you had no reason to do it,so why did you?"<BR> The elf started to snicker at what Mel had said.Mel turned to Meridia,"And you could have avoided the fight by being kind and excusing yourself or even ignoring him.Now if you two will stop acting like children,I must go back to my table."<BR> Nodding to each in turn,Mel left and walked back to Arron,and sat down without an explaination to what had happened.
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Postby Arwen32315 » Sun Dec 08, 2002 1:13 pm

sry, triple post.
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Postby Arwen32315 » Sun Dec 08, 2002 1:13 pm

sorry, double post.
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Postby Arwen32315 » Sun Dec 08, 2002 1:13 pm

Meridia returned to her dark corner and silently fumed. She had managed to get out of one stickly situation and had ended up in a more embarrasing one. They were right, of course, about them acting like children, but the mans comment about dwarves and elves was uncalled for. Even she knew, despite what had gone on tonight, that both races had come very far in letting go of the enmity. Draining her mug in two quick draughts, she stood, snuffed out her pipe, and walked out into the rain toward the stables. Isafhel and Christa were far better companions at the moment than anyone left in the common room of "The Old Oak." <BR><BR>"Move over numb-skull." she said nudging the stallion to one side of the stall and curled up in the straw to go to sleep, but sleep would not come. Having had more that one run in with dwarves, she knew she should probably be grateful that they had stepped in when they did. It could have gone on for hours and probably been more bloody. As it was, the only one of them that had a wound was Ruccus and that was just a superficial cut.<BR> <BR>Thoughts of what she should have done ran through her mind, and she gave up trying to sleep. Instead she went outside and sat on the bench that sat beside the stables doors. She sat looking up at the stars and stayed there oblivious to everyone and everything else.<BR><BR>
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Postby Rainfield » Sun Dec 08, 2002 3:01 pm

"No need to pay, good sir. You did enough by stopping that brawl," the tavern owner said to Rainfield. <BR><BR>A good hour or so went by, and Rainfield had stopped drinking. He knew his limits, and he wanted to keep himseld in check that evening. Aldaron would be back soon, and he didn't want to talk to him drunk. He felt like all the eye's in the room were watching him, even though they weren't, he was actually a bit embarrassed at what he did the hour before. <BR><BR>"It wasn't your place to get involved Rainfield," His mind said to him. <BR>Rainfield let his arms lay off the bar counter, and he picked himself up out of the chair. He walked through the double doors out into the ran, and saw the elf lady sitting near the stables. <BR>He stepped torward the lady, but stopped after the first stepped. His boots were sunk in the mud, and the winds were very cold. Rainfield stood there for a minute, watching the lady look up into the stars. He loved to look at the stars, it was relaxing. He finaly took the few more steps over, and sat down next to her.<BR><BR>"The stars are beautiful tonight," He said trying to break the ice between the two. "If you look closly, the stars can map your way throughout the lands," Rainfield said, still not getting a responce.<BR><BR>"And how do they do that?" The lady finaly said, in a cold, harsh voice. <BR><BR>"Well it's very easy once you get the hang of it. If you look up there to the west a little bit you can sort of see a grass-like shape with the tip slumping over. And to the east you can see the shape of what I think looks likes like a sword, with the part of the handle broken off. You just have to find shapes in the stars that help you remember where to go," Rainfield explained, pointing to the different stars that reminded him of objects. He lowered his arm and looked over at the lady, seeing as she was still a bit upset, he got up and looked in the stable.<BR>"You have some horses huh? I don't have any, I've always wanted one, but never really had the money." There was still no response, so Rainfield took a step back to the bar, hoping she would say something before he was gone.
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Postby Ruccus » Mon Dec 09, 2002 5:44 am

Ruccus was still fruming about the 'misunderstanding'. He had tried to exlpain that he hadn't kicked the elf deliberately. He had just been trying to get nto the bench. He had reacted like he always did towards people who accused him of thingsd he didn't do. He had had some nasty experiences in the past and he wasn't about to let it happen again.<BR>He calmed after a while and listened to the talk of the people around him. he was facinated by the talk of mapping by stars.<BR><i>The dwarves too, have a way of using the stars to navigate. But we do not use pictures. We fashion the stars to look like the Runes of our ancestors. Every dwarf has his own map as the he has a different family, but There is one star that never moves adn around that the stars form the Runes Of Durin. It is in the North adn so we can always tell where our home is just by the stars.</i>
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Postby Forgotten » Mon Dec 09, 2002 5:43 pm

Aldaron walked through the muddy dark streets of his home town. Slits of golden candlight fell onto the slush from the tightly boarded shutters. The shops had closed and people slowly walked back to their homes ready to turn in for the night. He was very glad to be laying down in a relativly soft bed tonight and under a roof for the first time in many moons.<BR>He kicked a small stone past the looming buildngs makinghis way reluctantly back to the inn. He shoved his frozen hands deep into his pockets and looked up into the sky.<BR>His mind did not seem to be set on the stars nor the beautiful moon that hung so gracefully in the sky. He turned his gaze back to the streets, they reminded him of the snowglobes he had seen as a child. All that was missig was whimsical melodies that the musc box produced. It was good to see his father, no matter how preoccupied the old man was. He seemed to be doing well...apparently fighting a battle with time. He reflected on the strange looks people had given him, he had left the town years ago, only visiting for a day or less. And this was no different, tomorrow he would be out on the paths again. But it depended on the weather, if it was not in his favor, he would have to stay longer than planned. <BR>Ths was much stranger than all the other journeys. He assumed there was something personal regarding his one, but his father knew too many people. Aldaron couldn't even take a wild guess to whom this journey pertained to. <BR>As he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, desperatly seeking any warmth when his fingers felt a large roll of parchment paper. He didn't remember putting anything in that pocket. He did not take it out, for after a moment of recollection he knew who had put it in. He smiled to himself, his father had not lost that certain mysterious charm over the years. <BR>He moved through the shadows, silently and unnoticed until he came to the inn. The sign, in the shape of a leaf, swung violently in the freezing blasts of wind. Rainfield stood near the stables, talking to a dark figure, whos face was covered in darkness. His face illuminated by the silvery glow of the moon.<BR>He glided over to him and placed a large hand upon the man's shoulder. Startled he turned around and came face to face with Aldaron. He gave an uneasy smile and tightened the cloak around him.<BR>"You're back."<BR>"Yes."<BR>His eyes locked onto to the elf sitting close to Rainfield. They softened slighty and then resumed their natural composure as he turned to Rainfield. He lowered his voice, though he knew all to well the elf would hear him anyways.<BR>"I have your money. There is also something you'd like you to do. A journey...I will give you details about it later. There's a large amount of money involved if, of course, you are willing."<BR>He glanced down at the elf again, her face was flushed. Apparently mad at something, why else would she be out here. She did not look back at him but stared intently into te sky. Aldaron nodded to the elf and then to Rainfield before returning to the tavern.<BR>Inside, he resumed his seat at the table near the fire and ordered a hot tea. He tipped the hot mug back and forth watching the steaming liquid slide from one side to the other, completely unaware of his surroundings.
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