The Shadows of Ensiferum (RP Thread)
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				Title: <strong>The Shadows of Ensiferum (RP Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 21:07:41</strong>
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				OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=75472.0)<br><br>Ensiferum...&nbsp; A land of darkness. A place where all manner of scum fester and thrive. horrible monstrosities roam the Continent in a hunt for blood and death. The land is on the brink of full scale war between the two most powerful factions. Sickness also runs rapid. And the mist, The god afoul black mist that now blankets Ensiferum from as far south as the Red Desert to as far north as the Mountains of Madness. <br><br>Though, Ensiferum was not always like this. The sun once shined down on the land with bright waves of life bringing light and warmth. The races and peoples of the Land shared loving peace with one another. The birds would sing and children would play, the farms had always good seasons, the forests were green and lively.<br><br>But this age of peace and happening was not to last forever. <br><br>The Humans came from a nation across the ocean, where it was and why they came is a mystery, but when they came with a massive fleet and landed on western shores, They made it clear they were not friends by killing the long time Elven queen Laryeia when she came to meet what she thought was a friendly new race of people. The Humans that came from somewhere far beyond tried to conquer all of Ensiferum, and enslave the Elven and Dwarves that were native to the land. And although the Humans did not succeed in their plans of complete conquest, they still managed to take over much of the North-West. And after the Humans came, so did the dreaded Orcs from the North, and then the dark elves from the far east. Ensiferum would never be the same again...<br><br><br><br><br><div align="center">*The Twilight Tavern*</div><br><strong>Grakoon</strong><br><br>The night was quiet when he walked in to the Tavern. He pushed open the large wooded door and went stright for one the tabled in the far corner of the room. He wore nothing but black. His cloak was riped and worn along the edges, and his sword that he wore around his waist looked vary old and used. He pulled out a small strange looking hour glass from within his cloak and stared at it for a few minutes before putting it back. 'The time grows short'.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shadows of Ensiferum (RP Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 04:00:05</strong>
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				~Lucasta~ (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=74696.msg3273840#msg3273840)<br><br>The skies were dark, the air soft yet thin, like an unforgiving lover. The earth gentle and sandy beneath her feet. The journey up this far had been a tiring one, the dark skies no friend of hers as she traveled, though surely no enemy. Lucasta the Ghost Elf was no weakling, and well able to handle herself. And yet, at once, the night could be her friend as her race was of that darkness by birth, made of the fog and of the mist. Made of the twilight and dawn. <br><br>She pushed open the door of the Tavern, stepping inside slowly. Lucasta adorned a pair of black leather calf-high boots, leading up into a pair of dark brown breeches, a quarter sleeve dark violet top, and a black leather vest and skirt armor top. Her waist was riddled with two pouches, one bag black leather, the other a lighter brown potions bag, one on the left hip and the other on the right. Then she had a thick and weighty messenger bag and flask crossing diagonally from her left shoulder to her right hip. A thin black belt strap crossed up her body opposite of the messenger bag strap, several thin straps attached to the back of the belt that buttoned on the back that holstered a spear. She was an ashen color with a tint of brown somewhere along the line, with a lean curvy figure, a face made to either shut men up or make them drool; with full lips, a small nose, long lashes, high cheek bones, and eyes of cherry blossom pink that almost glowed wherever she went. <br><br>Her footsteps were heard, thick heels clicking against the floorboards as she moved inward. The woman took towards one booth, the thick cushions of the seat calling to her. She stood for a moment before it, pulling the straps off of her body. First she leaned her spear and it's belt against the innermost booth seat, where the spearhead was leaned to the wall. Then she removed her bag and flask, setting them in the seat next to the wall, then taking her own seat so that she closed off her belongings from everyone else. She took in a deep breath, fingers reaching up and pushing into her silvery hair that pooled down to the small of her back, the most of her length tied away in the french braid at the back of her head that braided on down almost a foot, loosening after a violet tie at the end of that that let the rest fall in wavy tendrils. <br><br>Lucasta drew her brilliant cherry blossom eyes up to the waitress, the woman coming up to her, thick brown locks tied back. <br><br>"What can I get you?"<br><br>"Water, and a small mug of ale should you have it." Lucasta said smoothly, her tongue that of regal elves with a touch of an exotic taste that was unknown to most. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shadows of Ensiferum (RP Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capsarc</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 04:47:15</strong>
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				"Water? Little elf-girl wants water?" Sitting next to the elf was a tremendous, horribly muscled orc warrior. His mighty green frame was of such a great size that he filled two stools, both of which were already creaking under his weight, and and his tall, black warrior's topknot was nearly brushing against the ceiling. He was almost entirely naked except for a pair of boots and bracers, a series of thick leather belts and loincloths and a spiked pauldron on one shoulder. Two rough, bloodstained axes were chained to his belt, and he was drinking from an entire cask of... something. "Is that what weak little fairies call a stiff drink? You want to try the drink of a warrior?"
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:03:07</strong>
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				Elizabeth stepped into the Tavern. Aptly named, given the state of the land around it, The Twilight Tavern was not a place she'd have come to without purpose. Something was wrong, here, and she knew it. Not in the tavern, but somewhere close enough that it was this tavern that she'd been sent to. The Orc was hard to miss. Though the green-skinned behemoths like the one she was looking at hardly had a touch of magic. She'd fought the ones that did, they weren't hard to kill either, except perhaps by the standards of enlisted men, Knights had to make themselves the better of even Orc soldiers in single combat. Still, he looked...impressive, so in a fight she was willing to call it a toss up, not a fight she particularly wanted to start.<br><br>She moved in to a side table, sitting on the bench, her spurs marking every heavy footstep against the wooden floor. She stretched her legs. She didn't even pull of her helmet, as she motioned to the serving girl.<br><br>"Something strong," she said, "the harder, the better." at the distance she said it, the girl was immediately surprised at her feminine voice, though the insight didn't get around the bar much. Truth was, she'd already met something good enough to warrant a trip, though it wasn't what she'd been sent for. Sure, she didn't know Shan that was, but she knew she hadn't met it yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shadows of Ensiferum (RP Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:10:38</strong>
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				<strong>Emrick Stone: Procrastinator extraordinaire</strong><br><br>The young man was freshly returned from a week long stint in the wilderness, his packs drained of food and supplies, but filled with fresh samples and hastily scrawled notes.&nbsp; His mare was stabled, his thirst quenched and stomach filled.&nbsp; He had taken care of his minor injuries.&nbsp; Now...<br><br>He looked down at the small satchel sitting on the rough hewn tabletop.&nbsp; It was filled with folded, crumpled paper, small sacks of dirt, and a couple of bone like stones he had found underneath a tilted slab of rock.&nbsp; It was the prelude to the part of his contracts he hated most: paperwork.<br><br>But first, something to drink.&nbsp; Emrick stood and stretched, tenderly feeling the bruise on his left shoulder.&nbsp; Some unknown creature had chased him and his mare off the path, and he had knicked himself on a low hanging bough.&nbsp; At least it wasn't broken.<br><br>His table was nestled in the tavern's southeast corner, below the staircase and next to a small, fogged window that offered a dismal view of the misty outdoors.&nbsp; Carefully, the mage weaved himself around the clustered tables and pushed out chairs to the bar.&nbsp; It was wooden too, but much smoother than his table, thanks to the thousands of calloused hands and heavy mugs that had passed over it.&nbsp; There was very little room on the way there, though, and he eventually stumbled as he hurried to get out of the way of a stiffly armored knight.&nbsp; If there was one thing he had learned in the back country, it was that you don't hinder an armored person.<br><br>Emrick eyed the orc by the booth as he approached - the elf was hidden by its bulk.&nbsp; He didn't feel compelled to hate it, but that didn't mean he wanted to befriend the beast.&nbsp; They were both invaders in this land, however.&nbsp; <em>Kind of poetic</em>, he mused to himself, walking past the orc.&nbsp; He leaned against the counter about a pace from the elf, and waited for the barmaid to finish serving her.&nbsp; In the meantime, he watched the orc handling a <em>small barrel</em> of liquid, as if it were a mug.&nbsp; In its massive hand, it may as well have been.
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:20:25</strong>
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				She turned her head as the waitress walked away, hearing the deep voice of the Orc. Her eyes remained fixated upon the wooden table, as her hands both outstretched, resting on the tabletop. Lucasta felt her lips only briefly tug into a grin, as she simply gave an answer to his brutish statements and inquiry. <br><br>"I can handle the drink of the warrior, but it will not quench the thirst of a long tread. Water fills the body, alcohol drains it. A burn versus a nourishment, I choose to nourish first and drink later. I see it only as a smart move, not a choice of weakness or inability to handle something more efficacious." <br><br>The Ghost Elf watched as soon the woman returned, a half mug of ale, and a glass of water. She raised the water to her lips, taking three long sips before resting the glass before her. Lucasta finally turned her attention to let a small trickle of curiosity guide her eyes elsewhere, sighting others as they came. But she quickly withdrew her bright pink-ish gaze and returned to her own devices, lifting then the ale for a small sip and leaning her head back, weary from the journey between one city to another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shadows of Ensiferum (RP Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:51:41</strong>
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				A slender barmaid set a series of tankards on the table where a group of men played cards in the corner.&nbsp; She had been withdrawing her hand from the final drink when a hand caught her own.&nbsp; Darius’s gaze met hers, his eyes smoldering but his smile was gentle.&nbsp; “Excuse me, but would you be so kind as to tell me the name of the beautiful creature that ensures we are well supplied with this fine brew.”<br><br>The woman looked into his eyes entranced for a brief moment.&nbsp; <em>“I uh… My names is Ahnissa.”</em><br><br>His smile widened, lips pulling back slightly, barely showing his teeth.&nbsp; “Well, Ahnissa.&nbsp; I feel that I must thank you.&nbsp; Ever since you’ve been delivering us our drinks, my luck has improved significantly.&nbsp; Never before have I had such as winning streak.”&nbsp; Darius brought his lips to meet the back of her hand.&nbsp; The incubus’ kiss sent a bolt of pleasure through her body, causing her back to arch and her breath to freeze in ecstasy.&nbsp; Although the kiss had been brief, Ahnissa’s face had flushed and Darius could make out two peaks in her blouse that hadn’t been there a second earlier.&nbsp; “Thank you.”<br><br>Darius’ hand slid from hers, leaving a small silver coin in its place as he turned to face his cards once again.&nbsp; &nbsp; The woman stammered incoherently for a few moments before she cleared her head with a few deep breaths before walking away with a little more liveliness to her step.<br><br><em>”Are you done, Darius?”</em><br><br>The incubus grinned mischievously as he addressed the man across from him.&nbsp; “Sorry, just had to grab a quick snack.”&nbsp; He laid his hand on the table, revealing his cards.&nbsp; “Four kings.”&nbsp; There was a small uproar from the corner of the room as his three opponents protested their misfortune.
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				Post by: <strong>Capsarc</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:58:30</strong>
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				The Ork snorted. "I shoulda figured you'd try and talk your way out of this," he leaned down, bending over double to look the elf-girl in the eyes. His sloped, pointed skull with its deep brows and his great, protruding tusked jaw dwarfed hers. He looked like he could have bitten off her head in two bites like a boiled egg. "All you elves are good for is hiding your weakness behind big words. We Orks ain't never been smart, but we don't go around pretending we's something we ain't!"
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				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 06:13:00</strong>
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				<strong>Vir</strong><br><br>The Human entered the Tavern out of breath and covered in dirt, sweat and little bit of fresh blood, his sword that he wore loosely on his back was also covered in blood. He walked past the large Orc with a bit of unease, if this was any other day he would have killed the green skin with out a thought, but no was not the time. He continued his walk past the Elf. 'This one is not the every day Elf. Though she in not a Shadow elf, so what do I care.' Vir thought to himself as he approached the bar. He wiped some of the grime of his face and began to look around the Tavern for the Barmaid. Though what he saw was a little more pleasing the sexy little bar maid that was always here to great him. Vir tuned and saw the heavily armored knight, armor that was familiar to him, 'A witch killer. This is a welcome surprise.' he thought to himself as he tuned from the bar and approached the black knight. "It's good to see one of you here, witch killer. My name is Vir, I'm a hunter of mist creatures, much like your self. I'm guessing your here for the Ware-wolves that have been sighted near the forest roads and near the Tavern." Vir said as he took a seat next to the knight.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 06:16:26</strong>
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				Lucasta simply stared as the brutish creature lowered himself to look at her. She came slowly to a stand, taking a sip of her water once more. One hand gripped her spear and she removed the belt around it. But she simply leaned it back against the wall, and parted the button of her messenger bag. Then she moved away from the table, looking back at the tall broad Orc.<br><br>"Elves are words, and wisdom alike. You are only too pea-brained to understand, for all your feral mind thinks of is physical dominance. It is your race's downfall, as even my own people have a downfall themselves. But it is useless to argue with you. You're a drunken sack of taut muscle and asinine resistance."<br><br>She raised her hand and from the bag jumped a streak of brown that leaped to her hand like a bullet. But when it was stopped, her fingers wrapped around it, it was a spellbook. The nimble and agile elf grinned, holding it at her side and knowing that without elemental magic, but instead magic in most other fields of expertise, she held an advantage. Protection and poisoning spells, even a shapeshifting spell or two. She touched her fingers over the cover of the Arclight, absorbing her power in a light of lime swirls that sank into her skin shortly after appearing.<br><br>"A bar fight is not what I seek. I expect you to sit back down and let us both take our drinks peacefully. Otherwise, this night will not be a pleasant one for the either of us."
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				Post by: <strong>Capsarc</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 06:45:57</strong>
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				The Ork looked genuinely taken aback.<br><br>"Your kind thinks <em>not</em> having a fight is a good time?" The Ork spat on the ground, pouring the rest of his cask down his throat and crushing the wooden container against his forehead. "You barbarians make me sick to both my stomachs. I was wrong about your kind. You lot are so weak you ain't even worth killing."<br><br>He turned around and stalked back to the bar.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 06:50:26</strong>
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				Elizabeth had set her crossbow across her lap, ready, though in truth the very last thing she wanted was to encounter the need to fire it. The heavy steel bolt would pierce almost anything but a Orc's skull at the range of the furthest end of the tavern. The thin cable to which it was attached, running from the spool in the stock would let her pull the bolt back out, or her prey toward her.<br><br>"I wasn't," she said, "but more than one decided to find me."<br><br>She pulled her helmet off with her left hand, setting it on the table, and looking over toward the man sitting beside her.<br><br>"Elizabeth," she said, introducing herself, "I'm glad that the knighthood isn't entirely without help, when it comes to what dwells in the mist, Vir. Are you from the area?" she asked. She supposed finding someone with information could be of use, though, when she didn't know what she was looking for, she might as well been making small-talk.<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 06:58:57</strong>
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				"Well met Elizabeth!" Vir said a little shacked to see a woman under the helmet. "And yes I am from the area. I have a dwelling not to far from the tavern." Vir stopped for a second to take off the sword strapped to his back and set it on the table. Then he reached into one of his side pouches and pulled some scrolls. "I also have maps of all the mist monster hot spots in the Deep Wood and Forests. Take a look." He said as he handed one of the scrolls to Elizabeth. "I'm sure you will find much use in them." 
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:17:01</strong>
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				Elizabeth smirked slightly at his surprise. She got that quite often, though her gender would not have been a mystery were it not for the fact that the Witch-Killer knighthood was secretive enough to keep their methods, and themselves, quite secretive.<br><br>She bent forward slightly to examine the maps. Hair was clearly quite wavy, and red. It was tied back in a braid that stretched down into her coat of mail. Her eyes were an emerald green, and she turned to look at Vir before returning her gaze to the maps.<br><br>"Much appreciated," she said, "but I'm afraid that what I need is a place to stay, and time to accomplish what I've come for. Also, information on the wildlife, in the Tavern, specifically."<br><br>She gestures to the Elf and Orc.<br><br>"I'm not the only traveller who stopped in at the tavern, I'm guessing, and you must know as well as I, what comes in out of the mist can be worse then what dwells in it," she said. She really did need a place to stay, and information, though figuring out why she'd been sent was her mission for the time being, so accomplishing what she'd come for would really only tell her what she'd come for. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:23:33</strong>
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				Lucasta was clearly unaffected by the words of the Orc, watching him stroll away to the bar. She only let out a soft grunt as her emotionless expression was turned onto onlookers. People watched her, stared at the thick spellbook in her hands. It was far from a common weapon these days, and many Mages did not rely on the pages of old to give them power. But using magic like this, with an archive, gave her a much vaster range of spells, and assured that each and every one was functioning and well. Never fluctuating. The woman turned and headed back to her seat then, leaning over to tuck her book back into the messenger bag. She stretched a bit, reaching into her belt pouch and pulling out the smaller money pouch, drawing coins from it. The Ghost Elf waved down a waitress as she took her seat.<br><br>"Y-yes?" The woman said, Lucasta's piercing cherry blossom hues meeting her own.<br><br>"Stew, whatever you have hot." She said softly. When the woman turned away, Lucasta shifted in the booth seat to place her back against the wall, her bag and flask at the small of her back, and her head resting against the wall. The woman pulled her knees up loosely, taking in a long breath and releasing it slowly, her eyes falling shut though her intense hearing listened out for trouble or nearby conversations.
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				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:27:41</strong>
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				<strong>Emrick Stone: Reaching out</strong><br><br>The mage sipped lightly on the froth that covered his mug.&nbsp; It was sour, but he knew the beer underneath would have a much richer taste.&nbsp; What the Twilight Tavern lost in poor location was easily made up for with the fantastic quality of its drinks.<br><br>Emrick tipped the barmaid with a pair of coins, smiling broadly and eying the blush that covered her cheeks.&nbsp; For a second, he was flattered, and his heart beat a little faster.&nbsp; At least until she glanced over her shoulder at an impossibly handsome man playing cards, her attention already turned away from the young scholar.&nbsp; He hid his dissapointment behind the tankard, and made for his booth.<br><br><em>"I also have maps of all the mist monster hot spots in the Deep Wood and Forests. Take a look.&nbsp; I'm sure you will find much use in them." </em><br><br>He was largely ignorant of the surrounding conversation, until a tidbit about maps leaped out from the din.&nbsp; Emrick paused, following the source of the voice, and found someone talking to the armored figure he had nearly tripped over earlier.&nbsp; He reluctantly glanced back at his table, then at the man.&nbsp; He had never been one much for unwarranted contact with strangers...&nbsp; But <em>maps</em>!<br><br>Emrick stepped forward, next to the dirtied man.&nbsp; "Sorry to interrupt, but did you mention maps?" he began, painfully aware of how dull he must sound.&nbsp; "I'm a topographer, see, and I could help... with, uh, your maps.&nbsp; Like an exchange of information?"&nbsp; Emrick wrapped up his fumbled sentence quickly, taking another drink from his mug.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shadows of Ensiferum (RP Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:07:28</strong>
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				Vir looked at Emrick with a little confusion on his face. "And how would a topographer help out with killing monsters? Would have better maps? Because I assure you that my maps of the forests are some of the best and most accurate and detailed. I'v spent years hunting in these woods." Vir said before handing one of the maps he had of the northern forest to&nbsp; Emrick. 
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:14:56</strong>
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				Elizabeth said nothing, though her hand inched toward her dagger. She wouldn't draw, just yet, but she could see 'mage' all over the scholar. Human mages were the ones she'd been trained to fight, the ones for whom the Witch-Killers were named. There had been Witch-Killers before humans had ever come to Ensiferum, and she was always suspicious when she met one outside of their univeristies. She supposed that given his state, she didn't really have cause to be as suspicious as she was, but she'd had a bad feeling from the moment she came in. There was a man playing cards who'd been practically bleeding magic since she walked in the door, and along with the elf, the orc, and now a local hunter, she was beginning to think the tavern was was not the kind of place one normally found along a roadway.
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				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:34:54</strong>
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				<strong>Emrick Stone: Genuinely interested... and oblivious</strong><br><br>"Not just a topographer," Emrick said automatically, but the man was already moving on.&nbsp; He clamped his mouth shut.<br><br>When it was offered, the young man took the map eagerly, holding it by its corners and perusing the etched designs of the surrounding landscapes.&nbsp; The man wasn't fooling: this was <em>really</em> good.&nbsp; Notable landmarks were marked in small, but very eligible, words, rivers and hills accurately stretched across the map.&nbsp; There were a number of darker areas, parts of the parchment that had been colored in, circled, or dirtied.&nbsp; They weren't random.<br><br>"This is very good...&nbsp; I'll have to make a charcoal sketch."&nbsp; Emrick looked up at the man.&nbsp; "What exactly are you, er, hunting out here?&nbsp; The mist beasts?&nbsp; I'll warn you: they're pretty tough to kill with magic.&nbsp; A sword is your best bet."<br><br><em>But of course he'd already know that, being a hunter, you idiot.</em>&nbsp; Emrick winced inwardly.&nbsp; Too much time spent by himself in the forest, not enough talking to actual people.<br><br>He took no notice of the armored woman, his gaze turned back to the map.
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				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:50:59</strong>
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				"You'll find that I don't use magic to hunt these beasts, magic is a cowards practice! The sword is the only way." Vir then turned back to the knight. "You were saying you need information and a place to stay?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:04:15</strong>
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				<strong>Emrick Stone: Persistent</strong><br><br><em>"You'll find that I don't use magic to hunt these beasts, magic is a cowards practice! The sword is the only way."</em><br><br>Emrick's eyebrows furrowed slightly in frustration, but he knew he wouldn't budge the hunter on his opinion.&nbsp; <em>Close minded fool</em> he thought to himself, but outwardly ignored the snipe.<br><br><em>"You were saying you need information and a place to stay?" </em><br><br>The mage stepped in, compelled for some reason to keep company with these people.&nbsp; "I can help with both."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shadows of Ensiferum (RP Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:23:08</strong>
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				"Indeed I was," replied Elizabeth, addressing Vir, though a bit of knightly courtesy made her turn to address the scholar as well, adding, "I got the distinct impression that you weren't from around here..."<br><br>She wasn't sure if he was absent-minded or just foolish, her black tunic with its white cross should've told the scholar all he needed to know about what her job was, and that it would be very unfortunate for him if she had reason to think he might be responsible for anything she'd encountered, and she had reason if he happened to live nearby where she'd been sent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shadows of Ensiferum (RP Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 21:09:50</strong>
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				Lucasta listened, hearing the conversation that the fresh scholar had engaged in. She could hear the playing cards falling on the table, the chuckle and grinding teeth of the players who were loosing to the luckier of the men. The two talking to the young map-maker were fighters. One, she cracked her eye open to notice- was a Witch-Hunter. She'd had her life threatened by her kind a few times before, but they were weak and foolish, she hoped that this woman were different. Then the man, who said magic was a cowards practice. <br><br>But what was swordplay then? It required both skill and a vent. Her magic could be done without an object, but with it it was an empowerment. The art of the blade was a violent thing, scraping the surface of danger. Piercing, cutting, slicing. In the wrong hands it was pathetic, in the right hands it was death. Just as magic. She couldn't see why people were always so biased. Magic was just as dangerous, if not more depending on the Mage. She knew her darker spells could creep into the bloodstream, cause cancer and inflict unspeakable pain. She had spells in the back of Arclight that could make a person commit suicide, but those spells wrapped darkness around the user, warped them to be wicked. She avoided those when she could, saved the more torturous spells for good uses. Her eyes fell shut again and she let out a dreary sigh. <br><br>Humans were either one or the other. For or against, never in between. Under-evolved, even. But they were far greater than Orcs, at least. The Ghost Elf sighed once more, lifting her eyes to see the waitress approaching with her stew. She grinned and nodded, pulling out the coins to pay for the meal and drinks. She dipped the spoon into it and began to eat slowly, truly minding her own business before she packed up and either searched for somewhere to stay the night, or ventured to spend her dark hours in the mist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shadows of Ensiferum (RP Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 04:02:08</strong>
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				<strong>Emrick Stone: Still interested, still oblivious</strong><br><br><em>"I got the distinct impression that you weren't from around here..."</em><br><br>It never entered this mind that the knight's comment could be interpreted as an insult or jibe.&nbsp; Emrick just smiled slightly and nodded towards the tavern's door.&nbsp; "Good guess.&nbsp; I'm from the south, a good months travel on horseback from here, though I've been staying at the Tavern for several weeks.&nbsp; I've become familiar with the area."&nbsp; He looked sidelong at the hunter.&nbsp; "Though not so much as our esteemed swordsman here, obviously."&nbsp; The faintest hint of sarcasm had entered his voice.<br><br>Emrick turned his gaze back to the armored woman.&nbsp; "But what information would you be needing?"
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