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Post by Talin on Feb 26, 2008 23:42:13 GMT -5
Talin turned his head at the barbarian's question, setting his water down on the counter.
"Aye, just knocked my head a bit out there... d**ned wizard" and the elf offered him a smile at that. "Seemed to be in a bit of a hurry, eh?" and a small chuckle escaped his lips. "Ah well, if we cross paths again I should like to teach him a lesson, that's for certain." As he said this a hand dropped down to the hilt of one of his belted scimitars. He quickly removed it though, placing it back on the counter, offering the barbarian a shrug as if to say it did not matter in any case.
"I have collected myself well enough, though my pride is certainly stung, but I thank you for your concern." and the elf stood up, and faced the barbarian. "I am Talin Varda of the Nitewood, though I now reside here in Korgasa, and have for many years" and he offered his hand out to the man.
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Post by The Mammoth on Feb 26, 2008 23:49:04 GMT -5
Mammoth nodded.
"Mammoth." He said, taking Talin's hand. However, he mentioned nothing about the mage's slaughtering. With the assassin so near, he preferred not to fight with her. He had no doubts he could win the fight, but the chances he wouldn't make it out unscathed were high. He wondered if she'd notice he paid for her drink, but it mattered not, he didn't expect gratitude.
"Sometimes a dent in ya pride hurts more than any blade..." He said, grinning.
Ordering another scotch, Mammoth sat back down...
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Post by Crow on Feb 26, 2008 23:53:05 GMT -5
Luna watched him go and didn't really care. She just yawned and went back tp her original position with her feet on the table and the chair rocked back. She sighed when he came back. He probobly found the body half burried in the snow by now. Oh well. What was he going to do? Kill her over some man he didn't even know?
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Post by Talin on Feb 27, 2008 0:12:26 GMT -5
"Indeed it does" he said returning the man's grin. "We are well met Mammoth," Talin said to him while tightening his cloak, "I have quite the headache and so I think I shall be heading back to my home to get some rest." He nodded at the barbarian and turned to leave then, but he caught the woman's eye, the one who had her feet propped up on the table. She had tried to help him outside, and he was grateful for that. The elf offered her a charming smile, and dipped into a low bow, the hood of his cloak falling over his head. With that, he walked out the door and back towards his place, being careful this time to not be caught unawares by any annoying citizens who decided they might want to throw him against a wall...
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Post by piñata on Feb 27, 2008 13:29:13 GMT -5
Pinata was walking down the street, trying to get his bearings in this strange new world, when he saw an Elf walking toward him from the other direction. An armed Elf, but still... the Elves were usually on his site, if there was a battle to be had.
He walked up to the Elf and said, in the Elven tongue, the traditional Elvish greeting: "A star shines upon the hour of our meeting." Then he asked, still in Elvish, "Can you direct me to the nearest tavern? I need a place to get warm, but I seem to have lost my bearings." During this speech, he kept his hands as far away from the hilt of his sword as possible, letting the Elf know he had no intention right now of drawing the weapon.
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Post by Talin on Feb 27, 2008 18:24:08 GMT -5
Talin smiled at the greeting, one he had not heard very often since his putting up in Korgasa. Though this human certainly looked a little young to speak such fluent elvish. He kept his wits about being, not going to let himself be caught off guard, but he still wore his smile and looked very calm.
"Greetings," the elf said warmly in the common tongue "this is certainly not the kind of weather you would wish to be losing your bearings in, that's for sure. The inn is down the street in the direction I just came from, not more than one hundred paces from where I stand now. I could take..." and Talin stopped short, reading the inscriptions upon the man's robes.
*"Bringer of death"? "Savior"?* he thought, his eyes narrowing as he read the former statement. He also saw the runes on his sleeves, reading "Unforgiven" and "Kinslayer" and as he brought his eyes up he locked gazes with the young man, who had obviously discerned the reason for Talin's pause in his speech.
"Who are you and what is your business here?" he asked in a calm tone, though there was an edge in his voice. The elf made no threating moves towards him or his weapons however, not wanting to cause any trouble unless this man meant trouble himself. He had, after all, been very kind in his greeting and had shown no signs of ill intent. Still, there were the runes, and those scalps he wore openly and proudly across his chest...
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Post by The Mammoth on Feb 27, 2008 22:58:07 GMT -5
Mammoth finished his drink and turned around in his chair, the assassin obviously didn't think Mammoth was a threat, nor did she mind that he observed her work.
Confident. Good. Figure she knows I'm no noble gloryseeker.
Mammoth wrote her off, he cared not about her now for he felt her as no threat. Observing the bar there was nothing of note to pay attention to. The storm continued going strong. Mammoth began to wonder when it would die down. He figured he'd sit quietly and observe the people until it did...
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Post by piñata on Feb 28, 2008 12:17:06 GMT -5
"I am here to help Korgasa defeat its enemies," Pinata told the Elf, who had apparently noted the unusual embroidery on his robes. "I mean you no harm." He left it at that... either the Elf would believe him, or he wouldn't. It wouldn't help his case to provide a long-winded explanation of exactly how he had gotten here, what he was doing... and who he was hunting.
"Thank you for pointing out the tavern," he said after a moment's silence. "You are quite helpful. If you need assistance while I am in Korgasa, feel free to call upon me... my name is Pinata." It was an unusual name, sure to be remembered even by those who didn't realize it was a boyhood nickname he had kept using for the greater part of a hundred years. Though few in this world would recognize it, people of other worlds would associate it with a wide variety of things, ranging from professional sports to the legendary hunter of magical treasure he had become in the last world he had visited.
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Post by Talin on Feb 28, 2008 15:32:02 GMT -5
Talin nodded, believing the man in front of him that he meant no harm, that he was here to help this city.
"Glad to be of help Pinata," the elf said as he dipped into a shortened bow, for he was still wary. "I am Talin Varda of the Nitewood, and I offer you the same, be it that fate decides to cross our paths again" he said as he came up from his bow to look the man in the eyes.
"Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet" Talin said in the elvish tongue, guessing that the man knew enough to understand the meaning. He offered him a nod and a smile and walked past the man, turning down the next street, his cloak flapping in the wind.
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Meanwhile, outside of the city...
The ground was covered with a thin layer of snow, though more red was visible than white. Another battle had just forest taken place in the forest with many lives being lost on both sides, though Korgasa considered it a victory for them. The forest was thick enough to protect from the cold and the wind, as well as most of the snow, so that was where most of the fighting was being done right now.
"We should retreat to the city and bolster our defenses sir! They will not attack Korgasa through the winter and if they do the cold will likely kill more pf those bastards than our soliders." It was a logical enough argument, and most likely the wisest course of action, but they had their pride to think of. And so the larger man, the general of the army, shook his head, dismissing the idea.
"As general of this army and trusted adviser of the King Arkan, I refuse to let any Kingdom but that of Korgasa hold this forest, certainly not for a whole winter with which they can fortify it. No, we will hold the Fallwood and drive these intruders back their pitiful homes that they call a city!" and he said this with such finality that the adviser who spoke earlier promptly stood up, saluted his general, and walked off back to his encampment without a word.
The general knew that they would lose many lives by staying out here, but the Kingdom of Korgasa had their honor to uphold, and would not let themselves be driven out of their own forest so easily. It was theirs, and he meant to keep it that way, even if it cost him his own life...
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Post by The Mammoth on Feb 29, 2008 2:35:10 GMT -5
Mammoth was getting impatient. The snow refused to die down. The weather didn't bother him, he had seen harsher climates, but he didn't feel like roughing the elements. There was little to keep his attention in the tavern either. The patrons continued to sit around and drink, talking calmly. There was nothing of note going on. He sighed, and rose to his feet. Walking toward the door, he decided to hell with it. As he began moving toward the door, he turned to the assassin.
"Good work. You obviously got a strong strike." he said, grinning. He moved out the door, stepping by a man robed in awkward garments that had a different language than he could read. He identified it as elvish, but he did not speak it. So, he let it go.
The snow began to kick up, almost to spite him as he stepped outside. He grinned...
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Post by piñata on Feb 29, 2008 17:11:37 GMT -5
Pinata watched Talin leave, presumably heading back home to get out of the cold. He didn't begrudge the elf a hot meal and a nice fire... though his homeland had had weather like this and he was rather used to it, he still despised it. The only good things about it were that it was easy to track someone in the snow, and as long as it kept falling it would cover up any bodies he left behind.
He finally found the tavern. As he was about to enter, the door opened and he stepped smartly out of the way to allow a very large man, possibly a half-giant (Pinata had had a half-giant teacher at school, and therefore knew in a general sense what they looked like), to walk past him. "Hello," he said. "Is the food and drink good in there?" He was just making conversation, but he was also curious about this man.
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Post by The Mammoth on Feb 29, 2008 18:49:27 GMT -5
"Not too bad, scotch was a bit cheap and watered down..." He said, moving to make his way by the man. He wasn't interested in conversation. He had enough at the tavern. He nodded to the man, not aiming to seem rude, and made his way away. He walked to the nearby blacksmith, just a few buildings down. Oddly enough, this small town had a smithy. Mammoth walked in and the man turned around. He was an old grizzled man, looking as if he was about to keel over at any point.
"How much to use your forge." Mammoth said.
The smithy looked at him oddly.
"What do you got?"
Mammoth tossed a sack of coins on the table. The man was in awe, he quickly moved aside,
"Go ahead!"
Mammoth walked over and picked up the smithing hammer. He unstrapped his breastplate and looked at it. It was beaten up pretty badly. So, he took some metal lying around, and began his patchwork. It would be a difficult job, but he could complete it much faster than any city blacksmith... After all, he had to keep his gear in check himself for so many years...
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Post by Talin on Mar 1, 2008 1:06:21 GMT -5
As Talin drew close to the door of his home he noted a familiar figure outside. His smile was wide indeed when he came upon the young elf and they greeted each other with a sort of half hug half handshake, as was their typical greeting. "Aha Fin! 'Tis good to see you!" he said very warmly to his young friend "And you Talin... mind if we go inside? It is quite cold out tonight." The two elves smiled and Talin nodded, opening the door and moving inside to the warmth. They set down their traveling cloaks on the hooks nearby and Talin knelt down to the fire place and got one started. The two talked for some time of things, this and that, recalling stories and laughing and such, and Talin telling him of the ignorant wizard who he had run into earlir. After a short while though, Fin brought up the real meaning of his coming. He was going to join the war, and wanted Talin to come with him. Talin had taught Fin everything he knew, and trained him to fight, and they complimented eachother's fighting styles perfectly, so it would make sense that he would want nobody else by his side. "I cannot, I am leaving the city by the end of this month actually" Talin said before he was cut off by the younger elf. "Leaving? How can you leave, our city needs us Talin. You are one of the greatest fighters in the city... the Kingdom of Korgasa even, it would do good to have you out on the front lines" Talin laughed a bit at that. "Greatest in the land? Hah you should get out more boy, I was just nearly knocked out and left for dead but a few hours ago" he said, remembering the old wizard and clenching a fist at the thought of him, but letting it go at that. "Ah but you just said it yourself Tal... nearly" and that brought a smile to both their faces. "I would feel much better having you at my side. Think of the fun we would have!" "I have fought in wars Fin, and fun is not the first word that comes to mind" though he could not hide the smirk from his face, for it had been a while since he had been in any real fight, any real danger, and he missed the feeling to say the least. "I shall think it over and let you know my course when I decide" Talin said and that brought obvious joy to the younger elf's face. "I need to rest now though, still got myself a bit of a headache. I will see you again soon" and with that they gave their typical friendly embrace and Fin left for his home. Talin stretched out by the fire then with a glass of wine and thought of the young elf's offer. The winter was coming, and he did not wish to make his long journey through that harsh weather, and a little fighting would certainly pass the time much quicker. Plus it would likely prove to be some good fun as well, he thought with a smirk as he took another drink of the wine... ((I am going to create a character sheet for Fin soon, he isn't going to be that much of a main character, but I got a place for him so it'll work out... plus I figured it might add a little bit of extra something to the story )
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 2, 2008 6:28:03 GMT -5
After a few painstaking hours hammering away at the forge, Mammoth was finished. Allowing the plate to cool, then submerging it to finish the process, he was finally done. He put it all back on, and thanked the smith. Finally leaving to the snow once more, he looked up at the sky, there was no break in this storm, it looked like it would go on for a while. Mammoth began to head west, toward the center of the kingdom, but as he left the border town, the storm's intensity was obvious. He wasn't worried about braving the elements, but the fact that he couldn't see much in front of him would make it difficult to keep direction.
Disappointed, Mammoth turned back around and headed back in toward the tavern. There was no use, he wasn't going anywhere until this storm was gone. He might end up back where he started, simply wasting energy.
With a sigh, Mammoth returned to the tavern, sitting down near the fire on a large padded bench. Stretching out, he laid there comfortably. He figured if he had to wait it out, he might as well be comfortable while doing it.
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Post by Da Pwny on Mar 3, 2008 6:02:28 GMT -5
Jodice sat atop the roof, having slept quite well even out here in the snow under her blanket... at least until all the disruptions inside the bar caused her to roll over in irritation... Her body was so light that it didn't make much noise as she tumbled off the roof, falling to the ground and instantly being buried under a foot or so of snow.
Growling, she pushed herself to her feet, brushing the fluffy stuffs from herself as she looked around. No one around... that was good. She checked her blades, and found them in order. Patting herself off and re-wrapping the blanket-like train around her, she wandered onwards, shivering a little but fine nonetheless...
Soon however, she was set upon by some rather foolish thugs, whom mistook her for some common lady wrapping herself up as she moved along. One of them smiled a toothy grin, reaching for Jocy's breasts just as a snap punch knocked him and some of his teeth back, leaving a spray of red in its place. The other's wasted no time in attacking her... at least the space she'd been in a moment before. Leaping up behind one of them, she tossed her daggers into his shoulders, allowing herself to be slung over him... to come down and use her momentum to toss his fat arse over her own, causing a small shockwave when he landed. "You know, that has got to hurt" her sarcastic tongue spat out as the blades retracted, the others circling around her, eyes intent upon killing her now, possibly raping her beforehand. "And you boys should really, Really take some baths... Cause y'all stink like dead skunks in an outhouse..."
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