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Post by Artemis Maximus on Nov 1, 2006 2:46:11 GMT -5
((Because I was much too lazy to create a cool title. I'm just throwing out the usual fantasy/medieval bit until something better comes along. All I declare is that... well, anything fantasy and medieval/renaissance goes. Although I may make an Edwardian/Victorian thread.))
The cold and blustery town square rang with the laughter of children and loud cries of shopkeeps and mongers, selling their goods on a chill fall day. Amongst the crowds and goods strolled an apprentice bonesetter by the name of Matthea, called Thea by her mistress and her friends. She'd been given time from work to just go out and do as she would, which entailed her winding her way through market with a few pennies and a small smile. She approached the large fountain in the centre of the square and sat on it's lip, pulling her dark curls out from her snood and combing it idly with her fingers. She watched the minstrels and performers work for their coin all about the fountain, but found herself enthralled by a brightly-clad juggler and fool who was concentrating on throwing three-- no, four-- clubs up into the air and catching them in all sorts of tricky manners.
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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 1, 2006 5:19:17 GMT -5
((*wants to throw her elf in* <_< are elves allowed?))
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Post by The Author on Nov 1, 2006 11:39:48 GMT -5
This same chill fall day, someone watched over the square where Thea sat. Sitting on a rooftop and leaning against the wall of an adjacent building, he sat there almost invisible. Wrapped in a cloak and smoking his pipe, he watched the square - watched all the crowds, watched the nobles and their easy to nab purses, watched all the merchants around the square dealing in all their gold coins. He took a long draw from his pipe and let off an enormous smoke ring that floated off into the sky. He pulled his cloak over his head so that his face - and it's numerous identifying scars - were hidden by shadow.
The sun is setting, Switch said to himself. It'll be dark soon. And thank the gods, too. I love my night job. He smiled, taking another draw from his pipe. He reached into his cloak and began to twirl his dagger around with his fingers.
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Post by Artemis Maximus on Nov 1, 2006 12:15:36 GMT -5
((Elves are fantasy. Go for it!))
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Post by King of Asmar on Nov 1, 2006 12:48:39 GMT -5
OOC: Argh! I was gonna make a dager twirling thief bad ass! >< On another note, I noticed you signed up Art, so I posted again at Asmar, hopefully we can ressurect my world... if not... well... I guess it will still continue in my stories.
Silius Turand stood in a nearby inn watching the town square and playing with one of his many small knives absent mindedly. He wore brown pants with a white shirt, held up by brown suspenders. On top of his cropped brown hair he wore a tan workmans hat. His grey eyes were staring at a young lady in the center of the square, while not staring so much as staring through. She reminded him of his long dead sister, same build, same dark hair. "Oi! Silius! We gonna bloody play, or are you just gonna give me your money now?" Oscar Blansher shouted, clapping Silius on the shoulder and breaking him from his reverie. "Ha, like you could ever beat me? You stupid wanker, alright I'll take your money, let's play." Silius replied. They walked up to a side wall of the inn devoted to this particular game. It had two targets painted on it, and the marks of many of knife gouged out of it. Oscar looked Silius over, "I'll wager fifty, double if you play left-handed." Oscar said, sure that his friend would take the left-handed bet. "Alright, left-handed it is, but you go first ya git."
Oscar pulled back his arm and let a knife fly, it twirled through the air smacking into the second ring of the targe. Silius turned to the other patrons, winked, and then let one fly while still facing the other way. It hit in the second ring too. Oscar let another fly, praying softly to the God of games and thieves, and it smacked into the far left edge of the bullseye. "Hah, beat that!" He cried, thinking the game was now his. Silius smirked and let his fly, it hit dead center. "Lucky throw!" Oscar proclaimed. He let another fly, this one didn't even hit inside the target. "Oh... bullocks..." Oscar sighed knowing the game was now up. Silius did a lazy wind up and let his go, it twirled end over end, coming to a rest in the bullseye, right next to the other dagger. "So that's a 'undred then I think Oscar, my thanks for your money!" Silius laughed. Oscar begrudgingly held out his hundred which Silius quickly snatched away.
Silius almost skipped out of the inn to the market, Oscar trudging behind him. It was getting dark, and Silius was going to have to hurry or the market would close down before he could get himself a real meal.
OOC: ... sorry, I had already planned him and I didn't want to take the time to plan another, besides I always play a knight or bard type, a thief will be a good change.
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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 1, 2006 17:44:14 GMT -5
A youthful, thin and limber Elf man gave off a teary-eyed yawn as he trapsed through the city, and he lugged the long elvish blade onto his back. His long ears drooped slightly. This elf was bored. Bored and tired. Such was the story of Liore Sunstorm's life. Though this wasn't so earlier in the week...
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"hehehehehh..." Liore gave a weak smile to match his wimpy laugh as the large beast men towered over him, growling. The beastly warriors stood upon large two-toed hooves, while the rest of their body seemed to resemble a cat or a wolf, as best as Liore could guess. This was in stark contrast to the elf, who stood at about average height for his kind, which was that of a tall human. His black-tealish hair was relatively short, and spiny, unlike most of the others of his very image-conscious race. Ritualistic tattoos adorned his face (and apparently beyond) in an elegant fashion. This was meant to look intimidating.
It was not working.
The beastmen had him pinned against what appeared to be a giant sacred slab of stone, intricate carvings adorning it. Liore's dark-colored clothes were now grey with dust, and his eyes darted to and fro...He had to come up with something...
One of them licked their muzzle hungrily.
".heh..Hav--" His words were interrupted by a spear being driven into the earth near his feet. "......uhm...Hello! This your rock?" He hooked a thumb toward the thing keeping him from freedom. "Sorry, I was just looking. I'm a tourist!" He curled his lips and spoke with a strong reflection of diction, hoping to get them to understand. "tooouuris--AH!" He flinched as a spear was pointed way too close to his face. "...haha...Spears."
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Liore looked a bit worse for wear now, strolling into the town square with the thieved elvish longsword, proof that he was actually successful in his escape from the pungent beastmen, though the details on how he would probably not go into. He peered up into the afternoon sky, the light reflecting off his dark aqua eyes. "What a week..." He murmured, hobbling toward the fountain, hoping to wash off the mixture of mud, dirt and blood from his clothes.
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Post by Rachel on Nov 1, 2006 18:31:45 GMT -5
On the outskirts of the square, in a corner between two buildings where the shadows grew in the fading light, there was a bench set against the wall where one could watch over the happenings in the square with as little notice as possible. There, Thelmore Ark'un, a seemingly young and distant man who was always cloaked in grey to blend in more with the shadows around him, sat against the armrest of the left side of the bench. One of his legs was bent up on the bench so that he could rest the back of a very large letherbound book he was reading against it. He would occasionally glance toward the sqare to see what was going on, but he would never leave his place untill he had finished reading the large and confusing texts that he poured over every day
Though he had grown accustomed to being very secluded in his various studies, Thelmore found that he was mostly avoided anyway. He also knew that it was not because of his somewhat grey and ominous appearence because of the cloak, or because of the scythe he had neer him almost at all times. It was becase, anytime anyone appoached him, if he looked at them they always became frightened of him. His eyes were completely blank. There was a visible darker circle indicating where the color and pupil should be, but his eyes still had no visible color, nor did he have visible pupils. This always confused him, because he had never had any problems seeing at all. He supposed that it was this sort of outcasting that originally made him turn to the study of the Archane.
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Post by Artemis Maximus on Nov 1, 2006 19:18:08 GMT -5
"Oh dear," Thea exclaimed softly as the elf hobbled towards her. She leapt to her feet and tore her apron off, soaking it in the water and offering it to the staggering, filthy man. "What on earth--" She stopped herself and merely stared at the elf, surprised. She'd been rather isolated in her life, and had never really encountered an elf before, although she'd heard the tales. She stared openly (and openmouthed) at the graceful and agile creature under the muck, especially intrigued by his pointed ears and the sleek boning of his face. "Err... here..." she mumbled, thrusting the wet cloth at him. "You're filthy.. I mean, err.. you're.. you look like you could use a bath... oh hell, I just put my foot in it, didn't I?" She smiled weakly. Thea had never been quick-tongued, and surprise just made her slower and more bumbling.
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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 1, 2006 22:53:13 GMT -5
He blinked, his head jutting back slightly in surprise as the human girl shoved a soaked apron toward him. "A bath?" A wry smile creeped across his face. "Don't I know it, " He sad cooly, taking hold of the cloth. "Thank you, Miss...whoever you are." He sat the long, single-edged blade against the fountain's lip, and rubbed his face with the apron, the tiny cuts on his face stinging slightly as he did. His eyes peered over the cloth, and caught a glance at her slack-jawed gaze. "....Erm...Hey." He said, lifting a hand in greeting. He reached over onto his back, looking for his quiver and bow to set aside, but only clentched his fist in frustration, realizing his affects were missing. They'd been lost in his escape from the beast men.
He cleaned off his shirt and arms, and sat back on the side of the fountain, near his new affects. "So uh...I'm Liore. May I ask your name so I can thank you properly?"
His slender, dark brow quirked slightly as he regarded her.
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Post by Artemis Maximus on Nov 1, 2006 23:21:12 GMT -5
"Ah!" Thea blushed and took her now rather gory apron back, throwing it into the fountain and washing it. She used this activity as an excuse to look away and recompose herself. She felt she was playing the part of some silly fool in a comedy. It took her some time to realize the elf - elf! - had introduced himself and asked her a question. "Ah, um, er.... yes... I mean, hello, sir Liore, and, um, you can call me Thea. I mean, my name is Matthea, but most everyone here calls me Thea, though you're not really from here are you, I mean elves aren't usually from around here, they're just from places I've never been, because I've never been out of the city, have you?" She realized that not only had she babbled like a true idiot, but she ended her entire rant with a stupid question. "Oh bother. I talk too much with too little sense," she muttered, wringing out her now off-colour apron and tying it about her waist. "Err, I was going to go get a meat pasty," she said, finally looking at the elf, who was staring just as openly at her. "Um. You can, um, join me. Do you eat? I mean, err... do you eat meat pasties? Like, do you like them, I mean?" How fucking suave can you get, Thea?!
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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 1, 2006 23:47:36 GMT -5
His brow furrowed at her obvious flusteredness. He wasn't used to being regarded with astonishment. Usually, it went more like painful assault. He skritched at his hair trying to find something coherent in her babbling.
"..Yes I have been out of the city...considering I've never been here before. And yes...I eat. Just...More like..." He paused...."...You don't have any archanic drinks here or anything, do you?" He asked curiously, scratching at his cheek with his two wrapped fingers on his right hand, used for protection when drawing back the bwostring..Which he no longer had. The thought stung him again. Some treasure hunter you are..
His trousers are black, and fairly loose, while his shins and calves were wrapped in tighter leather with mithril shinguards. His feet wore what looked like nothing more than padded socks, making his steps nearly silent. He wore dark bracers on his forearms and wrists, with matching mithril armguards, and the aforementioned wrappings on his first and miggle fingers. His torso bore more of the mithril armour, though it more centered around his midsection, the rest left with a leather sleeveless tunic, with a dark, relaxed shirt. All of his gear's edges were guilded, Giving him a black, gold, and platinum appearance.
This, however, was unlike the majority of his breed, who preffered brighter clothing and more soft armaments. However, he doubted this girl would realize it.
((had to get the description out of the way))
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Post by King of Asmar on Nov 2, 2006 0:23:27 GMT -5
Silius was just about to finish bartering with a merchant for a particularly fine piece of meat when Oscar hit him on the shoulder. "Oi! What was that for?" Silius asked turning to Oscar. He saw that Oscar was pointing and followed his arm untill he saw what Oscar was looking at. It was... an Elf! By the Gods an Elf! Here!
"Quick! Come on ya slow git, let's go talk to 'im!" Silius cried, grabbing his friend by the wrist and draging him after him. "Talk to 'im! You bloody mad! It's an Elf, he'll probably turn us to stone with just a look!" Oscar wailed, pulling against Silius' grip. "Look, 'e's talking to that girl ain't 'e? Come on, how often do you get to see an Elf!" "Fine, let's go, but if I get turned to stone I'm blaming you." Oscar sighed defeatedly.
Silius reached the Elf and bowed, well at least tried, he'd never bowed before. It came out about as bumbled as you can actually bumble a bow. "Sir Elf, it's my pleasure to welcome 'ou to our most 'umble 'amlet. And uh... ... ... are you real!? Or... hungry? Do you eat? Whatdoyoueat?Whereareyoufrom?Whoareyourparents?Canyoucastspells?Aretheremorelikeyou?Can youreallyturnpeopleintostone?Doyouwantfood?Drink?" Silius' boyish curiousity getting the better of him, his questions fired out at machinegun speed.
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Post by Artemis Maximus on Nov 2, 2006 0:41:43 GMT -5
Oh, praise the gods. I'm not the only one who sounds like a fool around this elf. Thea's brow furrowed. Some strange sense of possesiveness washed over her. This elf was HERS... in some way. SHE soiled her only apron to help him, and she was just trying to strike up a conversation, and suddenlt these two boys just walk up and take over! She crossed her arms huffily and sulked silently, mentally keeping note of the pennies in her purse. She should trot off and get a pie before the booths closed. With a quick curtsey, probably unnoticed by the busy males, she turned to a nearby baker and began attempting to purchase a reasonably cheap yet filling meal. Probably not possible, but she was expert at haggling down most merchants and tradespeople.
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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 2, 2006 0:43:50 GMT -5
Just as his question left his mouth he jumped in surprise as two boys approached him, bowing. He gave them a confused look, being called "sir" even though he was no knight. "Ah...er.." He held up a finger but his speech was shot down by the rapidfire of questions.
His ears drooped, and he gave a puff sigh, drawing himself to his feet, his hands on his hips. "Why is everyone concerned about my state of hunger..?" He put a hand to his brow exasperatedly. "I am real, yes..and I can cast spells..but not in the way you're thinkin'....you're thinkin' of a Magus....and I'm more of a.....Cripes, what do you humans call 'em..? Rangers? Those things." He seized the sword from the side of the fountain, in a subconcious gesture to protect the bounty. He'd need to get a new quiver and bow...and more arrows. He grimaced at the thought. Luckily his avarice found his coinpurse heavy from the beastmen encounter.
"Look...er....don't you all have..." His common was limited, and in addition to his already staggered style of speech, he must've sounded like a complete idiot. "other....." He paused again, definitely not used to warm welcomes. ".....Kid, you've lost me." He said with an innocent grin.
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Post by Rachel on Nov 2, 2006 0:58:38 GMT -5
Thelmore looked up from his book for a moment to glance out at the fountain in the square. Though it wasn't usual for groups of people to collect around the fountain, but it was definitely uncommon to see an injured man stumble up to it. Since the man seemed to not be in any life threatening danger he would have usually stayed seated, but something about the man suddenly caught Thelmore's attention. His ears. The man was an Elf!
He snapped the book he was reading shut as he watched the young human woman who he had seen at the fountain earlier approach the elf to help him. Curiosity was starting to get the better of him, which made him mentally berate himself for his sudden lack of caution, but he knew that he'd have to act to cure that curiosity. He brushed some of his pure black hair out of his face and stood to retreive his scythe. Despite his skills with the weapon, he always hated how obvious it was... it wasn't the kind of weapon he could hide from everyone's sight. He wore a dark grey long sleved tunic, dark brown pants with black boots and black fingerless gloves... so it wasn't like his dark attire didn't make him look threatening enough, but he had no choice but to carry his weapon with him. Thelmore adjusted the hood of his cloak, and began to walk out into the square.
By now, two young men had also gathered around the elfen man. He half smiled to himself as he came right to the side of the group, trying to look as unthreatening as possible, and knowing that he was failing miserably.
"hmm... No wonder there are so many people interested in you... It's not often that we see elves here, not to mention ones who have been torn up like that..." Thelmore was almost surprised at the sound of his own voice. He usually didn't speak if he could help it, but his voice at least was one of the less threatening parts about him.
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