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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 2, 2006 1:17:33 GMT -5
By the gods, not another one! He thought to himself, jumping back agily to the side of the fountain, hoping to awrd himself some breathing room. "All right...This is why I don't come to towns. You people are nuts!" He glanced around the square, looking for an exit...this reminded him of before...
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A sour smelling snort was blown into the Elf's face, and Liore drew his dagger, ready to be on the offensive, since he knew he had no time to draw his bow, but the blade was quickly knocked away by a giant paw, and he was forced to the muddy ground face first with a stone spear pressed against the back of his neck. a pair of orange paws wrapped around his wrists, and he heard the sound of metal clanking, and when the hands withdrew, he realized they had shackled him. His brow quirked however, noticing the cuffs were built for creatures more along their size, and not a wiry elf man. But he figured it would be best to play along, seeing as he had an emminent threat of death should he resist now.
The cat-like paws seized him by the back of his shirt, and hauled him up over the beastman's shoulder. Odd, Liore thought, that they left his quiver and bow on him. One would think with a race that had enough brains to make shackles that they could see these were weapons..But as he watched the others, he noticed they only carried bladed weapons. Perhaps they only saw a threat in those? This could work out well.. Liore grinned to himself, the smug expression plastered across his marked face.
After some time, he was dropped to the ground before what seemed to be the chief of the tribe, who grasped the elf's jaw in his hand to survey his appearance. "Oon Nak malrey mal luk!" The chief said, and Liore could only stare. It was a language he'd never heard before. As he looked, he spotted something resting on an altar nearby. In an almost divine way a pillar of light shown down upon the elvish sabre. Liore's eyes lit up....That's what he was looking for. The treasure of the Dorado. This elf was a treaure hunter fueled by avarice, and now he knew he HAD to have that blade.
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He jumped back again, and landed softly in the top pool of the fountain. "Well.. you've all been a lovely audience, thank you for coming!" He bowed deeply, bent his knees, and performed a backflip off the structure to the otherside. He saluted the group, and scampered off, and an obviously panicked gait.
((dear god, poor Liore!...no offense to Rachel, he'll still be around,, just not in such a cluastrophobic setting))
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Post by Rachel on Nov 2, 2006 1:30:05 GMT -5
"..." He couldn't even find the words to express how much THAT just annoyed him. He had finally been forced to make himself noticable, and he didn't even find out anything from him. Thelmore glanced at the other three for a breif moment before bowing slightly.
"... sorry for the disturbance." With that, Thelmore walked over to his shadowy corner again. Praying that no would notice, he made use of his magic for the first time in an abviously public area. He let himself completely dissolve into shadow and melded with the growing darkness. Teleportation was usually a common spell for those who were magic savy, but not the way he performed it, so he always had to be carefull of who saw him, but here he had no choice.
Thelmore traveled along the shadows after the Elf, and finally, he caught up with him in a dark, and thankfully abandoned, alleyway. He sped a few yards ahead of him before materializing, while reaching up to the hood of his cloak to take it off.
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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 2, 2006 1:36:56 GMT -5
"pad pad pad pad WHUMP!" Were the only noises heard as the taller elf fled down the alley, watching behind him for any tails, but unfortunately not ahead, and crashed into the scythe-wielding magus, tumbling to the ground. He sat up, rubbing his head.."....gaahh...fff--" He started, before looking up to the person. His expression turned grim. "What? Do you want an autograph?" His tone had started to turn less pleasant, and more annoyed.
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Post by Rachel on Nov 2, 2006 1:45:25 GMT -5
Thelmore was actually knocked back a few steps, and because of his lack of balance, he fell down. He sat up, cursing himself for not realizing that would happen. In the crash his hood fell to reveal his messy, slightly longer then normal black hair, but more importantly, it revealed that he had elongated pointed ears that he had been hiding. Putting a hand to his now bruising chest, he looked over to the other somewhat apologetically.
"I have never seen another elf here..." Thelmore said, wincing slightly at the pain in his chest. "One would usually suspect that the elves would not wish to have anything to do with humans... let alone traveling far from their own lands..."
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Post by Spark on Nov 2, 2006 1:55:42 GMT -5
Watching this spectacle from across the market, Rysela leaned against a building, quietly eating a meat pastie. To look at, she seemed normal, if you ignored the fact that she is bristling with weapons and is clad in leather armor covered closely in metal studs. However, there is a sense of great strength about her, and she has an odd tattoo above her eye, her plain brown hair tied back to keep the tattoo visible. She let out a soft chuckle as she watched the crowd gather around the Elf, then a hearty laugh as the Elf backflipped off the fountain and ran off, her laugh startling the merchant she had bought the pastry from.
Its not surprising these people have never seen an Elf before...still amusing to watch though, she thought to herself as she finished off her meal, waiting for what would happen next.
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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 2, 2006 2:00:56 GMT -5
His eyes widened slightly, as he took in the form of the other elf. "what...the.." He shot up to his feet, dusting his shirt off. He stared at Thel for a good minute. This elf was not like him..a different race. Liore was of the Tor'elar, a tall, slender and athletic race of elves who embraced more physical activities, and less on pure magic. This did not mean they couldn't use it, just that they incorporated it with their melee and archery. "Hmph, Who ever thought elves would not like to hang around humans was right. It's like being mobbed."
He pointed toward the other, shorter elf. "And I'm sure you've got your own reasons for not being in your homeland, and I've got mine. Let's not make it personal, mmkay?" He was defensive, annoyed, and didn't know what the hell was going on. "who are you?"
He wanted to test out his blade, but not to hurt the magus, just appear threatening. After all, it worked SO well last time.
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Post by Artemis Maximus on Nov 2, 2006 2:03:07 GMT -5
Thea watched the scene unfold as she was handed a hot pasty. Eyebrows raised, she came back to the fountain. "Well," she began, as she bit into her pie, "I guess we shouldn't have accosted him. But elves are pretty rare roundabouts here." She eyed the boys and began to walk around the fountain. They could do as they liked, she thought contemptuously. She'd already begun blaming them for making Liore feak out and leave. She followed where she'd seen the rare man disappear to, looking into the dark alleyway and quietly consuming her poor dinner, more watery gravy and dough than meat. Eyebrows raised, her eyes fell upon two tall shadows. She realized in the back of her mind that she was treating this elf like an animal that she might scare away, and she was vastly amused, kneeling at her end of the alley to wait and watch and eat. Especially the last bit. She was hungry.
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Post by Rachel on Nov 2, 2006 2:30:16 GMT -5
He got up and dusted himself off casually as the other Elf was speaking. "If you don't know who I am then that assures me... For a moment I thought that another species of elves has sent a hunter after me or something..."
He stopped for a moment as his thoughts battled their way through what he was going to say... Here he had just met this elf, and he was about to tell him exactly who he was when all of these years he had been hiding from his brother species... He had been concerned before that they would wish to have him killed as all of the rest of his kind were, and he thought the slightly darker skin, white eyes, longer ears, and slightly shorter height would be dead giveaways to his identity... but then again, that had been just ONE race of elves that had dissaproved of his kind, and he did not believe this man was one of them. Though he had only a breif glance at the elves who initially attacked his homeland, they seemed to have much darker skin then this elf did.
"My name is Thelmore Ark'un... I am of a group of elves called the Sim'aldar."
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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 2, 2006 2:41:15 GMT -5
His brows knitted together, and he stared at Thelmore with a confused look. "...Sim'aldar? ...But..They're extinct. At least that's what I thought.." He sat back on his heel, cupping his chin in his fingers. "Weird...Well I suppose it's only logical that you were hiding.."
He pursed his lips, looking over Thelmore once again. "...Well..Nice to meet you, Mister Thelmore," He said in sort of a condescending tone. "..So....Uh...What's your angle?"
Liore did not speak like one would normally imagine an Elf to. He spoke more like a con, or at least someone on the wrong side of the law. Was this so hard to believe? In all likelihood, yes. Most Elves tend to keep their criminal types secluded from the outside, but this temple-robbing thief had escaped their grasp. In reality, he was more human than some humans appeared to be.
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Post by Rachel on Nov 2, 2006 2:54:30 GMT -5
"Pleased to meet you too... It's only natural that one would believe the Sim'Aldar were extinct... that's what the history books say.... Forgive me for my rather direct approach to meeting you. One can never be too carefull when they know that the only people who know that they are not extinct are looking for them..." Thelmore smiled bitterly, though he was actually quite relieved to find that he had the same views as any other elf should have of his race. The history books also probably portrayed him as the evil one, since his people had not been fearfull about delving into the forbidden relm of studying shadow magic. "Anyway... I understand if you do not wish to tell me why you are here, but could you please at least tell me who you are?
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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 2, 2006 3:02:00 GMT -5
"Fair enough. My name's Liore Sunstorm. I'm a Tor'elar." He held out his arms slightly, as if showing himself off. "But I haven't been home for about three years."
He fondled the sword, holding it up. He shook it, noticing the blade sounded solid in the sheath. As sign that it was an old blade. He'd have to wait to get the sword looked at. BUt beofre he did anythign remotely resembling touring this city, he'd have to find a headwrap. He knew he was easy on the eyes, but the mob from earlier was just too much. His deep aqua eyes flitted back over to Thel..."Anyway, If you're worried about me being someone who's hunting you, why approach me in the first place? That's just asking for trouble."
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Post by Rachel on Nov 2, 2006 3:13:11 GMT -5
Finally it was wholly confirmed. The Tol'elar always prefered to leave his people alone. Of course they wouldn't go out looking for the remaints of his race.
"That's a valid question... First, when I saw you at the fountain I had my ears covered and my eyes usually aren't as noticable if have my hood up with shadows hanging over my face, so I was sure if you had been one of the people looking for me, you wouldn't have recognised me. I had to make sure wether or not you were one of them, because if you were, then I would know that the ones who killed off my people had found me and that I needed a new place to hide. Second, since you ran away, you could either bave not known me, or you could have recognised me anyway and you were running off to tell others about it." He explained. "If you had been one of my pursuers and you had noticed me, I would have either had to fight, or run off and find another town to hide in."
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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 2, 2006 3:32:56 GMT -5
His lips curled slightly, trying to take in the words of the long-winded elf. "uuh..."
"You talk a lot, you know that?" He said, with a roll of his wrist. He ran a hand through his hair. "Well this has all been...-very- thrilling, but I need to find a bowyer." He grinned, gesturing behind him. He offered a curt wave to the other elf. Liore was never one to talk too much. He was a schemer, a worrier, a gambler, fueled by greed. He sauntered off down the alleyway unknowingly toward the girl, tying the strap of the sheath to his belt. The loss of his favorite weapons had outright ruined his week. It wasn't even the capture by the hooved cat-men, that stuff was expensive!
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Apparently, the chief had ordered Liore to be dragged off and sacrificed. The elf came to realize this when they removed his blindfold and he stood at the edge of a stone ledge. He still could not believe his luck, quiver and bow he still had. Lord, these lumps are idiots. One pressed a hunga-munga into his back, inching him toward the ledge. Liore's arms were held up ahead of him, for if he dropped his hands, the shackles would fall off. Though this was probably a good idea to do that now...
He peered down below at the swirling torrent of water. "....Oh man.." He said, gulping. His toes clung to the edge as he was nudged forward again. When the elf seemed to resist, he was shoved forward this time, violently, and Liore toppled off the edge of the ledge, the shackles falling from his wrists.
Perfect... He growled to himself as he fell, grasping for his bow and arrows, a length of silken rope cletched between his teeth..The fall was long, abotu five seconds, which was more than enough time. He wrapped the rope around the arrow, and quickly fired it into the underside of the ledge. Once it caught, the rope swung, connected to his belt swung him haphazardly into the wall of the hole, only about 5 feet above the water. He groaned painfully, his face firmly planted into the moss on the side of the well. He could hear cheering from above. Apparently they thought the sacrifice was successful. All he had to do now was to wait until they were all gone. He had to have that sword. It was probably worth a million gold.
He squirmed, and positioned himself to start to ascend the wall..
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Post by Rachel on Nov 2, 2006 3:47:14 GMT -5
Thelmore simply watched him walk away and sighed to himself. It had been a looooonnnggg time since he'd had that much to say. usually he never said more then two words to anyone else, but finding another elf was just too interesting to pass up. It was also interesting, since that elf... Liore as he called himself, had been the first person that he had decided to show that he was an elf in at least fourty years, and from the reaction the humans had to Liore in the square, he was even more assured as to why no one ever knows.. He reached down to pick up the leatherbound book he had dropped when he had been knocked into, and then he silently raised his hood up to hide his ears once again
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Post by ExAzrael-kun on Nov 2, 2006 6:17:41 GMT -5
*** His arms ached, ached something fierce. About two hours ago he fell into this pit, and he was just now reaching the underside of the stone ledge jutting out from the mossy side. Before jumping into the clifftop, he listened for any signs of beastmen...His large ears detected nothing, and he hauled himself up onto the ground, and rolled over onto his back, catching his breath, and allowing his arms to rest. It was night time now, and he stared into the sky, light with a soft glow from the two-mooned sky. After a few moments, he sat up, brings down his bow, and notching an arrow just to be safe. He trotted into the brush, and found his way back toward the village. There were only a few of the beastmen patrolling...This tribe must've been diurnal. Embers burned dimly as he slinked closer to the chief's yurt, where he had seen the sword before. When he reached the closed flap, his eye peered through the small slit, and into the Yurt. the Chief was there, asleep on his throne.....altar....pedestal(sp?) Liore couldn't quite find the right word for it, and with one last glance behind him, he slipped his way inside. The yurt was warm, unlike the chilly air of the fall night. He pondered if this was from the sheer amount of body heat this behemoth emanated, or from a fire tucked out of sight. His thoughts drifted elsewhere as he laid eyes on the sword again, and a delighted smile traced his lips as he noticed the altar on which the sowrd lay was surrounded by gold. Dust, bricks, nuggets. A temple of gold where one could pluck gold from the very walls. He went nearly limp on his feet, overwhelmed by the potential wealth he found here. He stole a glance toward the chief, before tip-toeing up to the sword, and lifted it from the stand carefully. He turned it over in his and a second, and slipped it under his belt to hold it, as he opened a sack, which he began scooping dubloons of stolen treasure into it, his eyes locked on the large creature. This must've been the loot from a thousand unlucky travellers...They treat this stuff as sacred it looks like...Not as if they're very far from the truth, that is.In his eagerness, he filled the sack, but as he drew it up to sling over his shoulder, a coin rolled out and bounced down toward the chief, and landed squarely on his moist nose. Liore went pale as a sheet, as the beastman stirred, and opened it's eyes. They locked on the Elf. "......Excuse me." He said with a terrified smile on his face as a low growl left the creature, and Liore bolted for the yurt's opening just as a deafening roar followed behind him as he rounded the corner. Liore should be more careful where he runs, though, as he ran smack into a burly, smelly cat-wolf-bull man, and bounced off him, landing hard on his effects, shattering them all over the ground. The quiver? gone. Arrows? scattered. Bow? Cracked in half. "aww hell!" He exclaimed, rolling out of the way just in time to avoid a large furry paw swiping down at him. All he had now was the sword and the gold. The really....REALLY heavy gold. He ran hapzardly, following a familiar path, though realizing too late that it was the wrong familiar path. In a shocked jump, he toppled over his own two feet, and landed back on the sacrificial ledge. "Oh for the love of--" He snapped at himself, as four beastmen barreled through the brush, tackling him and he and a single beastman tumbled off the ledge and into the swirling water below. It was onyl buy a miracle that the sack had knotted itself around his wrist, and the sword managed to stay in place. Liore was just light enough that he was pulled into a fast-current undergorund river, and sucked away. The beastman guard, however, did not survive the falls, as he was sucked down to the bottom, and likely drowned. About 500 yards from the village, a single lake sat, filled with gorgeous waterfalls. The surface was disturbed by a belch of large bubbles, and the elf broke the surface, gasping for air. He panted, dragging himself to the shore, where he soon passed out. He'd need to find a town, and soon...Greed hurts. ((Liore's sword: )) ***
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