A Bard's Tale (IC)
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				Title: <strong>A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 01:55:19</strong>
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				Here she was, had it really only been a year ago that she had last stood on this stage? So much had changed since then. Rain looked out over the crowd of people gathered before her, some faces she recognized, many more that she did not. Some stood out more than others, and she smiled at those who had taken part in the tale that she was about to weave. Brushing back the bright red hair that had made her so distinctive, much shorter now than it had been, she held up her hands for silence.<br><br>“It was but a year ago that I last stood here,” She announced to the crowd, as she gained their attention. “Some of you may remember that day. I asked for volunteers then, those who were brave, or foolhardy enough to join me in a trek into the Shadow. There were many that answered that call, and as I had promised, I am here to tell their tale. It has been a hard year. Friends have been made, and lost.” Her voice cracked slightly, as she remembered it all.<br><br>“In our trek, we have seen things that few have seen, both wondrous and horrifying. Now, I am here to share it with you.” She cast her eyes out over the crowd, noting that she had every eye upon herself. “I tell you now, that this may be hard to believe, may seem the errant aggrandizing imagery of a bardic tongue. But every word I speak, will be true. Our tale, begins on this very stage, one year ago...”<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>She had come across the tale by chance on one stormy night last winter, and Rain was not going to be turned away. She had lived too long in the shadow of The Duke, and was only just now coming to realize how very much worse Daemion was. She had been so very, very naive, but that was gone now. She knew that she could never save The Duke, would never make him a good person, so she was going get Morrin back, steal back that which He had destroyed if it was the last thing she ever did. Alone, she did not have the power, but if the tales were true, she would have her way. She simply could not do it alone.<br><br>The small bard stepped onto the stage, her flame red hair dancing in the breeze where it was not confined beneath the braided net she had made of its top most layer. With its overabundance, she scare needed the burgundy and black velvet clothing that adorned her body in its fitted splendor, marking her as Court Bard to those who knew anything of such things. There were familiar faces in the crowd, some welcome, and others not so, ever the performer, she smiled brightly, and dropped into a most elegant curtsy. She was after all, one of the main events, she would not disappoint those that had come to see her.<br><br>"Today," She called out, and waited for the sounds in the crowd to die down. "I bring you a tale, a tale I wish to prove." She paused for dramatic effect, only heightened by sudden, dead silence. "I will tell you my tale, and then, I shall I speak to whomever wishes to help me prove it. Many of you know me, by reputation, if not by name, and I promise you, that if you help me, I will write you a tale the like of which the world has never known, and you will go down in history as a hero." <br><br>She felt a flash of triumph as Daemion's face went red, but knew that he would do nothing while she was on this stage. The Duke, for all she hated him, protected her in that way. Daemion did not dare harm her in a fashion that could be reported upon. Later, when they were alone, she could well be in trouble, but she didn't intend to be alone with him ever again. A cool, regale smile curved her lips more sincerely than she had smiled in several weeks. "Now that I've caught your attention, I give to you, The Dreamer, and the Shadows." <br><br>At the end of her tale, Rain stood on the stage looking out over her crowd, smiling at the rapt faces that were before her. Throwing her long tresses over her shoulders, and collecting her skirts, she made her way to the stairs, down from the raised stage while they were still caught up. Daemion was waiting for her as she reached the ground, and she sighed, grimacing at him, and arching her brow.<br><br>“That was some tale that you had to tell,” He remarked, face impassive, and voice much too pleasant. Oh yes, he was highly upset. “You're a little fool you know. Thinking that I will allow you to wander off in such a manner. Thinking that The Duke will allow you to put yourself in danger in such a way. He is your patron little one, never forget the claim that he has on you.”<br><br>“I hadn't thought to tell him,” She replied smoothly. “Nor will you, if you know what is good for you.” She snorted with a shake of her head. “All I would need do is tell him what you have been about, and you would quickly find yourself to be in his dungeons. How would you like that?”<br><br>“Neither you, nor His Grace scare me little girl,” Daemion growled softly. “You should know that by now. The fright goes the other way. Do not forget who taught you how to use that blade of yours, who gave you your horse. Do you really think that The Duke has any say in anything that I do not allow him to?” His voice was vicious, cruel, but low enough that few should be able to hear.<br><br>“You really should think of who's realm in which you stand before you speak, and you call me the fool,” Rain scoffed, starting to push past the man that had caused her so much pain, so much strife. “I am one of the only ones present who sees his evil. Who knows what he has done. All these people around you, they love him. It would do you well to remember that Daemion the drifter, to remember who took you in and gave you a home. To remember that if no heir is forthcoming, He will be your King soon enough. His uncle is old, Lady bless his soul and bring him health, and he is failing more and more. It will not be over long before His Grace, will be His Highness.”<br><br>Daemion grabbed her then, in a punishing grip that made the small woman whimper and tug her arm. “I will not fear him even then.” Daemion whispered into her ear. His breath was warm, and an involuntary shiver traced down her spine. She could not help the effect he had on her, the effect that he had always had. She would not let it be her undoing this time. “All you have to do, is forget about Morrin, and I could show you dreams you never thought possible.” He nuzzled at her neck. “I love you little one, never think otherwise.”<br><br>“Let me go,” She demanded. Struggling, but he'd caught her up well and truly now, had his arms wrapped around her, catching her arms to her sides, pinning her quite effectively with his far superior strength. “I said release me!”
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 05:06:33</strong>
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				Oberym had been traveling again; their were really few days he didn't travel.&nbsp; Some times he had left in the pursuit of knowledge, or a rare tome or book to add to his collection, or to find another man of his occupation to exchange ideas with over tea, or perhaps a bit of wine. <br><br>During his travels, however, he happened upon a stage, upon which a rather beautiful bard had a rather exciting tale to tell. One that most certainly piqued his interest. Though&nbsp; his original plan had him just breezing right through this place, he found himself stalling to become enraptured with her tale. His pony stalled right alongside him; he had been walking, his things in saddlebags upon the pony, and his faithful familiar traveling on the steed. <br><br>After her story had been finished, he found himself wishing to express his thanks to the storyteller, and the way which she managed to eloquently string her words together, and the passion with which she spoke. It was as he approached, however, he caught glimpse of a man. Perhaps her lover, he thought. <br><br>He hung back to passively observe the exchange between the two, not wishing to intrude upon a private matter...but soon he saw sparks flying, and started to believe that their relationship was not of the loving and caring variety. It was usually not his way to get involved with other people and their problems--unless they were paying for his knowledge and advice-- but he detested men that handled women in such a manner. <br><br>Still, Oberym was not a man subject to snap decisions or to giving into his anger. He could very well smite the man with his magic, but what good would that do? That would just cause more problems. He opted, instead, for a less violent approach to the situation. Words that reeked of eldritch, arcane powers slipped freely, expertly from his mouth. " ɯɐʎ ʎon sןnɯqǝɹ ןouƃ ɐup ʍǝןן." He whispered, and so, their would not be one that could hear him, but if they had...the words have an almost unpleasant, slithering quality to them. Despite the quietness of his voice, the words themselves were strong, and radiated a sort of power of their own. <br><br>The spell he had cast was simple enough; 'Sleep'.&nbsp; He had targeted the man, intending to simply have him pass out on the ground, giving the girl time to compose herself and get away from his clearly unwanted attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 06:20:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">Lryera (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105363.msg4573480#msg4573480)<br></div><br>She risked a lot to attend Rain's performance. It was far from free too, she had to hand over considerable wealth for the privileged to be in attendance. Luckily she was very wealthy and could do so, further still she did insist on the best of seats, but not to be entertained.&nbsp; The past nights Lryera had been enchanting feverishly, a state that resembled sleep but instead was a ritualistic manner of enchanting objects nearby. One downside of using the ability was it could only be done in place of true sleep, making the day on waking one which had a rested body but far from a rested mind. <br><br>Awkwardly at such times the body of enchanters felt fresh but when your mind had not stopped ticking it becomes distracted and skittish. Different memories and thoughts merge. Very soon all enchanters knew how vital true sleep was for your own mind to reorder information it gained in the day, to pigeon hole notes of information in orderly places for ease of context use later. Without that everything became a mess, thoughts and reasons and emotions and actions all became indistinct. A waking dream.<br><br>Trying to sleep when your body was energetic was all but impossible without the use of gypsy dream weed. Lryera was alone, the last thing she needed was being in a hase of gypsy dreamweed while trying to dust off her life and start afresh. But other things could do so, lakes, water falls, or music thick in harmonics. Rain was rumored to have such a voice.&nbsp; There was no such thing as coincidences and Rain's name included. To Lryera, Rain was rain to an enchanters parched mind. <br><br>Lryera wasn't disappointed. <br><br>While everyone about her were sitting on the edge of their seats engrossed in the next words that fell from the bard's lips Lryera's sunk back in hers thankfully. Her eyes closed, breathing slowed as she let Rain's words wash over her.<br><br>Although well played music could do something similar, storytelling skills could let an enchanter enter true sleep instantly. For detailed depictions spoken by another could direct vivid dream sequences for restless minds. And ones not from an enchanters own focus permitted their conscious mind to gratefully sleep while the another took the reigns. When a cord was well struck or a sentence well phrased entertainers and musicians could induce such in snippets, for Lyera - drops of water on sun baked trees. <br><br>But those truly talented could do so throughout their performance and if they ended it well, for many hours afterward. To Lyera, talented musicians or storytellers were ...<br><br>Rain.<br><br>A dream mimicking the bards weaving danced, flowered and snaked along the path of her making. Freedom at last, freedom to replenish ones priorities, time to order the mess. If any were watching Lyera they would have noticed her eyes darting under her eye lids reliving each word the Red haired girl spoke and a true calmness and serenity spread slowly from fingertips to toes. But none did, for all others had their eyes on the stage. One the bard controlled as if born on it.<br><br>Then it stopped, suddenly. Strange. The dream sequence ended gracefully, the state should have lingered for at least two hours. Lyeras eyes opened and looked about then she realized why. Alll were applauding loudly. Damnit ! Why did everyone need to clap after a good performance... surely it was more respectful to stay silent and move away without disturbing others wants to let the last visions linger. <br><br>Acclaim could damn well be laid on thick and heavy the following day.<br><br>Lyera sighed... should could have easily had two more hours of it if it wasn't for that thunderous clapping of those nearby. Pity. She thought paying to be with the upperclass could have prevented this for many were so arrogant and condescending Lyera assumed that such applause was below them. Alas that was not the case, all were hooting as feverishly as those below. <br><br>Much to Lyera's distaste.<br><br>Many lingered to discuss the story with each other, excited about the visualizations fresh in their minds. But even still Lyera had true sleep, for hours before it was ruined.&nbsp; Much more than she hoped. And worth everything she risked to be here many times over. For such a rare treat the enchantress felt compelled to thank her in person. But where was she ?<br><br><div align="center">**<br></div><br>After finding her inquiries answered by shrugs, Lyera thought to wonder backstage. When she was near her presense stood out like a beacon. Hair like a twilight sun. Lyera's brow furrowed. Something was wrong. An imposing man was man-handling her and the bard didnt seem surprised ... nor happy about it. Meanwhile a stranger ... a mage perhaps ? was chanting something alien nearby. Sounded creepy but not as creepy as the thanks the bard was getting from this strange man.<br><br>“I said release me!” the bard bellowed.<br><br>Lyera stood still, the man was dressed in noble clothes, doing anything against those with high contacts was very very dangerous. Think. Luckily, thanks to the sleep Lyera actually could. Inspired by Rains own acting prowess, a scene came to mind.<br><br><strong>"My my lover how could you !"</strong> Lyera pointed her finger at the man assulting the bard and tried her best to look distraught.<br><br><strong>"You wrote to me ! You said you loved only me ! how long I travelled to be in your arms again only to see you trying to do so to the very bard you wished us both to see as a couple ! " </strong>Lyera screeched with the intention for all to hear.<br><br><strong>"How dare you choose tonights bard over me ! So roughly to ! Look at you - a soul your about to even take against her own wishes ! You monster ! How dare you ! I hate you ! Go !"<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 10:26:54</strong>
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				Grigori wasn’t in the crowd surrounding the stage. He was underneath the stage, crouched in the shadows, watching the bard’s performance through a crack between the planks. Quite an interesting view it offered too.<br><br>As Rain spun her tale his expression turned thoughtful. <em>The power to take what you dream and make it reality</em>. He smirked. Oh no doubt the pretty bard would be a very busy bard tonight. People would be lining up. For was that not what everyone wanted…? And then she promised fame as well, to go down in history as a legendary hero. And though that was not for him he knew that too was something many desired. <br><br>To make your dreams come true... It’d be dangerous, he cautioned himself. Dangerous, with little chance of success and every chance of dying a nasty death but if one did succeed... If one did succeed then that’d be it. The big one. He’d never have to rob anyone ever again. It'd be sunny days and balmy evenings and an unlimited supply of gold to do whatever he wanted. Nice clothes, good food, a cozy little hobbit-hole in the country... He shook his head. No need to get carried away.<br><br>When Rain exited the stage Grigori followed underneath, his nose about ten inches from her heels as they thumped the planks. Then she stepped down and he didn't follow anymore, choosing to remain in the shadows, out of sight. He wouldn't approach her. Not yet. Not even when the man harassed her because though it was tempting to come to her aid she was a feisty one, with a sharp tongue, able to look after herself and anyway, she soon had help a-plenty. No, he planned to follow her. Find out what he could about her and her mission, about those that would be joining her. And then... Well, he wasn't sure yet. <br><br>For now he'd watch, and listen.
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 23:34:08</strong>
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				<strong>“ …..and you will go down in history as a hero...”</strong><br><br>It had been those words that had really caught her attention. To be a hero? To be mentioned in tales that would be spun for ages? Now that... held drawing power.<br><br>Amyr had arrived in Dalos for the simple reason of replenishing her supplies, and found that the Fair was in full swing. A mild annoyance, as it wasn't as easy to slip into the town and out again with meeting but a few people. She did get noticed. She was a huge imposing figure upon a massive bay warhorse that stood 17 hands. Both horse and rider were massively muscle bound. When Amyr and her steed Felorian entered any town, they were noticed. Whispers followed her wherever she went. Few approached her directly, but for the occasionally man who thought it his duty to remind her she was but a mere female. Such fools learned their lesson quickly.<br><br>At the moment, she stood a ways away from the stage, under a large oak, watching the red haired lady spin her tale. She had her cloak on, and she was covered from head to toe, the cowl up to shadow all of her face but a tease of red lips, and the hint of a scar. Tendrils of white hair occasionally escaped the cowls confines. Felorian was impatient, snorting and chewing upon her shoulder, yet she merely lifted a hand to smooth long fingers through his ebon forelock. Were any close enough to her they would perhaps hear the low crooning she offered to her most loyal and loved companion. Behind her back it would be noted the twin sword hilts poking through a special made slit in the cloak. She stood a massive silent sentinel as hidden hues watched the proceedings unfold before her...<br><br>The red haired woman finishing her tale and making her way off stage, only to be accosted. Things moved rather quickly from there. A shiver unseen would travel through her body as she felt rather then heard magic move through the air, and her gaze flicked to Oberym. Then a young woman simply began shrieking, accusing the man who had laid hands upon the bard of infidelity. Amyr never moved from her spot beneath the tree, having a rather wonderful view of the proceedings.&nbsp; Ice blue eyes none could see continued to sweep the crowd, a scowl working across the brow none would witness. And there, movement would be detected underneath the stage that the bard had just recently occupied. Interesting...<br><br>Still, Amyr remained where she was. Oh, the mercenary was very interested in this little adventure that the bard wished to begin, but at the moment, Amyr refused to intervene. Felorian would paw at the ground, chewing upon her cowl now, and she would turn her attention to her steed, murmuring softly. “ Calm yourself. You're annoying. We'll speak to her when we can get close without such a huge crowd. I have a good feeling Fel. We'll talk to her soon..I promise..”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 19:11:52</strong>
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				"No, you are mine, and I will do with you as I will," The words were whispered softly into Rain's ear, and then the world went crazy. Before she could move to defend herself, Daemion stiffened, though he did not release her as his came to rest on some Rain with all her small stature could not see. His face took on a dangerous expression, one Rain knew well. Daemion felt threatened, and someone was about to die, or at least wish that they had. She couldn't let that happen.<br><br>"Don't," She whispered, clutching at him as he began to move away from her. "You're right, I'm yours to do with as you will, so do with me!" She hissed, but he was already stepping away, out of her grasp, then a voice rang out, a decidedly female one, accusing him of exactly the things that Rain knew him to be capable of. Had he done it to another as well?<br><br>Daemion turned towards the voice, whatever slight he had been about to address forgotten at this new assault. "Who are you?" He demanded. "I've never seen you in my life. I really haven't," He assured Rain, as his eyes fell back to hers. "It seems the crazies are out and about after that tale of yours. Come, we're going to the inn." He turned then, and started to walk away. He didn't even look back, assured as he was that she would follow him without question as she always had, but she did have questions. Several of them, and she was going nowhere with him, much less leaving this area before they were answered.<br><br>"Thank you, for your assistance," She called, moving towards the woman who had driven Daemion away. "Be wary of that one, he would not hesitate to hurt anyone he sees fit." Speaking of hurting anyone, who had he been about to go do damage to? Then her eyes caught on a man in robes who seemed almost to be watching her, and a thought began to form. Had he tried to use magic to intervene? That would certainly explain Daemion's reaction. He seemed to hate mages. She gave the fellow a nod, before returning her attention to the other woman. "I would imagine you were here for the performance. May I ask you your opinion on it?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 03:58:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">Lryera (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105363.msg4573480#msg4573480)<br></div>Strangely Lryera's actions seemed to aid seeing of the man. <br><br><strong>"Hmm I wasn't expecting that to work."</strong> The enchantress stared at his back and talked without thinking.<br><br><strong>"If it does matter either way, what I accused him of is a lie, I don't know him. I have enough rumors about me already I thought one more probably wouldn't change much, but I am glad he is gone. Still I am pretty sure I am going to regret doing that later. But that's later. <br><br>"I am Lryera Oraldin, our family used to serve as one of a few royal enchanters until recently for reasons none of my family understand. This place may be dangerous for both of us soon. Probably more for me than you ... but the way he was handling you I am not so sure. When men have fire in their blood for a woman is when the strangest of things happen, not all of them pleasant.</strong><br><br>Although the enchanters comments seemed intelligent one got a hint that it was practiced. In fact the girl didnt know much about life or fathomed this from experience - more like she was well read and memorised this passage. Her body language spoke it also to those with the eye for it. Only one type of person would do so, one who led a very sheltered life.<br><strong><br>"You are the most sublime storytellers could imagine. Natural talent like that is unique. Rain I don't know what you understand about enchanters, likely quite a lot if your well traveled but although our craft is wondrous, we are heavily dependent on sleep those that have your voice can manage, to let a part of our mind rest, which is restless otherwise. I am alone and would pay very well to have you journey with me. For reasons that are perhaps shameful, perhaps destiny, I have a need to go to the Shadow in the hope to stop being plagued by a reoccurring nightmare about the place. <br><br>Whatever is waiting there I know that it will unlikely be pleasant, but I fear something worse if I don't, already its bad for my family here. I don't know what I should do once there, but my family is dispersed now. We are scattered. Our talents are refined and we know little of the world. For any that help me travel there I would gladly pay even fractions of profits of anything I enchant, or perhaps as payment I could instead enchant you something to aid your dreams. But they will take time, and unfortunately we have to find many things for them first. But patience would be rewarded, I feel it would be guaranteed if I could often hear you sing."<br></strong><br><strong>"Alas doing so may ruin what good reputation you deserve, for the nobles have accused us with Demonica Influencia. It may well be true, for some times after waking I feel if I delay entering the Shadow soon, I may loose my mind. Our once proud titles and deeds are forfeit. Worse than ruined, I fear mobbed, some already dead. Any associated with me likely would have the same befall their own name soon enough."</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>Lryera Oraldin then removed a wooden egg from a fold in her robes and pressed it into the bards hand.<br><strong><br>"I made two of these before I felt our estates, one i need myself but one perhaps could aid you if you need it. After holding it for a few hours, any time you then toss it to strike a surface hard, it will become a wooden bird which pecks at the soft tissues of those seeking you ill will for a few moments before returning to your hand and resuming its egg form. It unlikely will do them much damage but it could distract them long enough to give you time to run. Regardless of your path, if you wish to keep this egg know it may save your life. Unless of course if you beleive all I create is tained by their nature, I certainly hope that isn't true. I have no way of really knowing. Some aspects about our craft are a mystery even to us. I don't know any more, and I don't know what is true anymore. I'm scared, confused, Rain, I'm running for my life."</strong><br><br><strong>"One of such high standing as yourself shouldn't risk being involved with me, for you have everything to loose and nothing to gain. I could supply you with enchanted items or profits from them, but with such audiences you attract I doubt you need it. And what I am proposing its a lot more dangerous, and may ruin what standing you have with anyone of high social influence. There is always more thorough ways to be alone, and more alone, and hollowly I am offering that to you in the hope you may save me from loosing my sanity. I don't expect you to accept my offer, none with any sense would but I am scared. I need to leave here but alone I will perish, I am not a woman of the world, certainly not as much enough to escape my perils in it now. Not without help"<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 16:00:38</strong>
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				"Fire in their blood," Rain mused, that would be one way to describe it certainly. Though there seemed more to it than that to her. Now that she was musing on more, the woman's body language was all wrong for what she was saying. It was rote... "You needn't pretend knowledge in something you are unfamiliar with to impress of appease me." She murmured, looking the very fey seeming young woman over. There was something different about her, and for a moment Rain was left wondering why she was telling her so much about herself with so little prompting. Then she got to that point.<br><br>"I would not be concerned about my reputation." She counseled the other woman. "Nor would any association with anyone, including the Greater Demon's themselves damage me any more than what I am about to do. It is not often that a Court Bard runs off to lands unknown without the knowledge or consent of their patron. If my quest fails, I may well come home to hang." She smiled at the though, grim though it may be. It simply gave her one more reason not to fail.<br><br>"Thank you," Rain accepted the small wooden egg, examining it carefully. It was quite pretty really, and it's maker was decidedly desperate. "I assure you, you needn't worry about me." She repeated. "You can do nothing to my name, reputation, or rank that I do not already chance. You are most welcome, plying your enchantments for the benefit of my quest or no. I have coin aplenty, and am quite capable of making more, but many things are much easier when one has ample coin to let. Come," Rain made a gesture for the other woman to follow. "There is someone else that I would speak to."<br><br>Her eyes moved back to the fellow in the robes. He didn't seem to have moved too much, but the crowds were thinning now, and&nbsp; it wouldn't be so hard to go to where he was. She had another to thank, and it would be most unacceptable for her not to do so. Besides, she needed to warn him about Daemion and his temper. There was no telling what he would do to the poor man for trying to place a spell on him. She would have to see that that did not happen somehow. <br><br>"Hello, kind sir," She called, as she approached. "I believe you attempted to aid me. I have come to thank you, and warn you of the nature of the one that you failed to spell." She stopped, only a few feet away, easy speaking distance, but not so close as to&nbsp; cause discomfort if he was feeling jittery. "Therefore, thank you. I much appreciate your efforts. However, you have managed to make Daemion very angry at you, and he's not one to let a vendetta lie. He can be quite brutal. Is there anyway that I may repay you for the danger you may well have placed yourself in?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 22:45:04</strong>
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				If the bard felt like she was being watched by the robed man, that was just a testament to her observational skills. The truth is, he was watching the whole thing play out...and when the man had left, he strained to hear the words the women exchanged with each other, though he only caught snippets of it. <br><br>"The man has a strong will, and a fierce temper to boot." He nodded his head in response to what the bard had to say about Daemion. "I'll be fine. Their are more obvious ways to work the energy that suffuses the world...much more violent, explosive ways." His tone of voice was one of serene tranquility, an odd trait to be sure. Perhaps it was how he really was, like the eye of the storm, perfectly calm no matter what happened around him...or perhaps it is merely a well-worn mask. For now, it's a bit on the early side to be deciphering such things about the sage.<br><br>"Oberym, of house Valeth." He closed the distance between them as he introduced himself. It is possible she has heard the name before; many of his ancestors were Sages and Seers of renown, some of them even being tutors to the high-born. <br><br>He would extend a hand to the bard, for a shake. "And you are quite the magnificent story teller." As he spoke, she may noticed another set of eyes on her, those of his familiar, an all black cat, quite large, staring balefully at her. One corner of the cats lip was pulled up into a snarl that showed off the largest of his fangs.&nbsp; "I'm actually quite curious about studying the Shadow, you see." He looked away from the bard, towards the other woman. "I imagine it's something of a fool's quest." He smiled somewhat sheepishly. "But have you room for one more?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 16:15:57</strong>
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				The hobbit lingered under the stage, his eyes on the woman and the two people now with her. A beautiful woman dressed in fine silks, some kind of noble he guessed. And a robed man. A wizard, it looked like. It was safe to approach them now, with the dangerous-looking man out of the way and yet Grigori found he did not want to. <br><br>He was a shy person at the best of times, and shy-er still when it came to revealing things about himself. It he approached the bard now she would ask who he was, why he wanted to join, what he could contribute to her mission and he'd have to answer...&nbsp; In front of the robed man and the pretty woman and in the middle of a whole crowd of people and he could just imagine them scoffing at him. Grubby little Hobbit that he was, only in it for the money and yes, he was skilled with a bow but what he was most skilled at was getting into places he shouldn't be getting into. Not something one bragged about in public.<br><br>No, it seemed best to linger in the shadows a while longer. See how things developed from here. Crouched low, he moved underneath the stage to try and get a bit closer to the trio... Close enough to hear what was being said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 00:40:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If this girl next to her did not stop giggling at everything the callow youth whispered in her ear then Katrina decided she would bring her arm up and back and elbow that pretty nose the youth was going on about.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had paid good coin to hear this bard and giggling was just disrespectful to a professional at work.&nbsp; And the bard was a professional, which from Katrina was a compliment of the highest order. Her tale served to take the edge of her seething anger.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The merchant was like all of his crawling kind, swarthy, untrustworthy and stinking of perfume. She had served many like him but none up to now had been dumb enough to think that her wage as a caravan guard also included the use of her body in his bed. "You dress like a man, but it feels like a woman is below that mail." Katrina had looked down at the hand on her breast and then back up at him without saying anything. Then he had smirked, "Oh, you want more coin, ten should suffice." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He felt he could molest her and then buy her like a whore? His smirk turned to one of agony as she casually reached behind her neck, slid out the razor, flicking it open and then sliced across the back of his fingers. Then&nbsp; &nbsp;she had placed it to his throat. "If you bother me again I shall slit your cock and then peel it like a banana." He was whining so she head butted him and left him unconscious on his caravan floor.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The entertainment was over and Katrina could see that the bard was mingling with a man and a woman, shaking hands and other such useless social actions.&nbsp; No doubt well wishers or friends come to support her or maybe even others seeking to join with the bard.&nbsp; Walking up to the bard and her little group she waited until the robed man had asked to join and then spoke her self, "You are an excellent speaker. I am Katrina Stormchaser, you will need warriors on your quest both those that get up close and those that kill at a distance. I can fulfill that role for your party."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Katrina stopped talking, she had introduced herself, stated what she could do, no need for flowery words. She had said all that was worth saying. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 15:34:12</strong>
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				<div align="center">Lryera (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105363.msg4573480#msg4573480)<br></div><br>As the others came forward and presented themselves, thoughts of being one of several entering the shadow as a group felt less daunting. Lryera curtsied and dreamily said her own name when others did, but it was as if through a practiced routine which she had only never done in front of mirrors.<br><br><strong>"House Valeth ?"</strong> the enchantress repeated looking to the roof resurfacing almost faded memories.<br><br><strong>"My parents often used to quote sayings from House Valeth. I can't remember why, but my parents talked highly of some of that linage" <br></strong><br>Enchanters were not exactly adventurous types for obvious reasons. Lryera knowing that name at all meant they had to be well known in most places... which also meant likely he knew of what befell her own family<br><strong><br>"I'm of Oraldin, Enchanter ilk. You would likely have heard of what is thought of my family now. These are the accusations of Earl Daraksure though, one who has swayed the powerful ears of the rest of the noble's. Our fate was doomed once any of the royal family believed him. As to why we have his wrath ? - we may never know. Still that's what rumors can do, destroy a family as fast as wind-licks-flags."</strong><br><br>Lryera then worriedly looked to where the other noble who accosted the bard most recently departed.<br><br><strong>"Oh Rain, perhaps what you say is true. Perhaps your fame and skill is greater than what gossip can do to familys like mine but we thought that too, above such things. perhaps what you mean is that your liked by those you need to be or have chances with other options, but our family was so sure also ... "<br><br>Lryera repressed a sob. She had no idea what rain meant, she probably mis-intrepreted the bard. But none win when nobles act in anger. Everyone looses.<br><br><strong>"They can always do worse, one always must remember that. They can command the guards of any town they have ties with. He can have this town's garrison seeking our arrest if we wishes within a moment. Or if he can't, something just as bad like choose the types of people who look after our cells. We should go"</strong><br></strong><br>Lryera looked up then felt small. She had suggested the movements or actions on those who knew a lot more about the world than she did. What did Lryera know about people ? What she had read. About the world ? - How to ride a horse ? not much else.<br><br>But she had an ace. This may be the only time that trust may actually help her.<br><br><strong>"I am not sure what will happen when we are there, or even if we get half way there but all of you who wish to travel to the shadows who do not already have one, I will gladly pay for a riding horse this town can spare."<br></strong><br>Then to any who nodded their head the enchantress would give a gem from her pouch.<br><strong><br>"If any noble sets after us, their soldiers will be on horseback, which means we need to all have horses also, and a good head start. I am happy to hunt down maps if any know if this town has a trader of such things, but I am not good with bartering, I have no idea what things should cost, I much prefer people who do to barter and trade for me. Happy to pay though but well ... "</strong><br><br>Lyera squirmed in her clothes.<br><strong><br>"I have not really been out of our estates that much, it was all landscaped for day-sleeping. Other than enchanting I don't really know what to do. Rain, where shall we all meet ? and how soon ? "</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 05:02:51</strong>
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				"Damn!&nbsp; The show's already over."&nbsp; Allistair addressed this to no one in particular, particularly not Hans, the manservant who followed him in on the tail of his cloak.&nbsp; His heavy riding boots- the good shoes he had left behind in his haste to abandon his previous quarters- clomped across the floor of the inn.&nbsp; Craning his head, he looked around for the bard, whose performance he had- truthfully!- come to see.&nbsp; Sighting her in a knot of people, he forced his way though the milling crowd, shouldering forward.&nbsp; Some people got out of his way naturally- his size, build and noble bearing tended to part crowds for him.&nbsp; Those who didn't move were casually pushed aside. Allistair adjusted course for no one.&nbsp; Well, very few, anyway.<br><br>As he closed on the group of people talking amongst themselves, he interjected himself excitedly.&nbsp; "Rain!&nbsp; It's been too long since we last crossed paths- it was at the Burdan Tournament, wasn't it?&nbsp; I missed your performance there, too."&nbsp; He looked back at the man in his shadow.&nbsp; "Hans!&nbsp; Wine for Rain and her friends.&nbsp; Snap to."&nbsp; He scurried off as a bright grin stayed across Allistair's face.&nbsp; It was only then that he noticed the very serious looks plastered across everyone's faces.&nbsp; He glance about nervously, trying to hide the sudden awkward knot developing in his stomach.&nbsp; <br><br>"So... why the long faces?"&nbsp; It was supposed to be a joking remark, but came out as a concerned request.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 02:46:41</strong>
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				Oberym of house Valeth. She knew that name, Valeth, so perhaps his calm was deserved, and not just the hapless bluster of one who didn't know any better. She'd met a few from his house. All decidedly older than him, but Rain had found each and everyone one wise enough to know when to leave well enough alone. So it was that she bit her tongue against warning him against Daemion any more than she already had. After all, she'd never seen him fight with anything other than his blade, but then, would she have? For just a moment, her mind replayed Daemion's words. There was something in all of this that she had missed. A large pair of glaring cat eyes pulled her attention away from her musings.<br><br>"I thank you for your kind words," She murmured, smiling slightly, "And of course you are most welcome to join us. Who is your companion there?" The words had only just left her mouth when another woman approached them. Her bearing and apparel marked her a fighter of some kind, a mercenary most likely. So her attention turned for a moment. The woman's manner was rather abrupt, curt. Perhaps she didn't spend a great deal of time around people in a social capacity.<br><br>"Of course, your skills could be of great use," Rain gave her a friendly smile. She doubted the woman had meant to burst into a conversation in quite the manner she had. Even if she had, they would all be traveling together for several weeks at the very least, and likely fighting side by side. It would be best to start on the best footing possible. "I thank you for your kind words, and you are most welcome Mistress Stormchaser." Her tone was warm and welcoming, and she kept the smile on her face even as Lryera began to speak of nobles and her family.<br><br>It quickly became clear that there was something that she needed to clear up. "In no way did I mean to imply that I was above the law, or punishment in any way." There was a sadness to her eyes as she spoke of punishment, though it would have taken someone extremely perceptive to have seen it, and it was all she could do to keep the smile on her face without flinching. Still, years of watching the Court, being amongst them, and manipulating them as needed to keep the peace had taught her how to keep a smile through nearly anything. "It is only that I know how to handle these people."<br><br><em>So you do, but they do not, and you should not let them follow you without knowing what they may face.</em> The thought was fleeting, but so very true. "You must all know, right now, that if what I am attempting does not work, you may never be able to come back here again. Not if your association with me is known. The Duke is not a sane nor kind man, though few know it as I did. I'm trying to change that. I have known him longer than he has worn the cornet, he was not always as he is now." She'd said too much, she knew it, but they did need to know. "You can save your jewels for enchanting," She told Lryera gently. "I have sufficient funds to see us all well away from here. I have not been away from the Court for so very long, and my purse is still full." She was about to say more, when a semi-familiar voice called out her name.<br><br>She turned towards the voice, and couldn't help the delighted expression that lit up her face, though she did manage not to clap her hands in glee. She'd certainly not expected <strong>him</strong> to be here. "Indeed it has Sir Allistair," She replied holding out her hands towards perhaps her favorite knight in the entire realm, even if their acquaintance was little more than just that. There was something about his cocky attitude and generally cheerful manner that calmed her greatly. "Though I really do wish you would treat Hans better than that." It was an old argument, one that came up whenever they met. "As for the long faces, well..." <br><br>They'd reached a tricky area now. Allistair was a knight, and of noble birth. Even given that his loyalty was often for hire, what she was planning was something akin to treason. "I have perhaps finally gone insane. I'm planning an expedition into Todesfalle, to the Shadow Gate. These wonderful people are going to come with me. Perhaps I could talk you into it as well?" It was a risky move, if he chose to ask her about permission and all those other things that one who did not traffic with the upper classes would not think to ask of, she would be found out. Daemion wouldn't tell on her. She was certain of that, but Sir Allistair. "You know I've the coin to pay you handsomely, and if we find anything worth keeping along the way you'd be entitled to your share of that as well..."<br><br>She turned then to the others, giving him a moment to think. "Go about whatever preparations you need make. We'll meet in the Den," She nodded to the inn behind her. "This evening. If you've nothing to put to rights, Hector knows of the plans that I have, and will see that whatever you have need of is provided you, and I will be there as soon as I have tied up all of my loose ends."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 03:46:28</strong>
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				The enchantress is eyed critically but not aggressively, harshly, or lecherously as she makes mention of his house. "House Valeth has often had the responsibility and honor of teaching the nobles. We've also been quite fond of dispensing knowledge to the commoners as well." He offers in explanation as to why her parents were likely to be quoting what his family has said. Though 'commoners' might be seen as a harsh or offensive term, his tone of voice clearly expresses that he does not mean it in that way.<br><br>"Mm..." He frowned a bit as the Enchantress mentions the fate of her family. "A tragedy. Unfortunately, it is often man's desire to lash out in anger at those things he can not understand." He said rather somberly, perhaps having had some bad experiences of his own.&nbsp; <br><br>He quietly withdrew backwards to the pony he had, and the cat quite happily perched in the saddle, who seemed to be watching everyone as if they were mere playthings; as if the small feline was somehow above them all. Then again, cats can be like that some times; arrogant and aloof.<br><br>The cat is slowly pet by the sage, and it temporarily gets distracted from trying to be frightening. Oberym grew quiet as more people came out; a question had been asked of him, but it was a minor thing, and one he would answer later. For now, it seemed more important to let her handle the newcomers without being a distraction.<br><br>He contented himself with merely standing back and watching. If he notices anything wrong with the bard when she mentions 'punishment', then their's no real indication; he doesn't say anything or have any obvious reaction to what is being said, merely rubbing the cat along its neck and chin.<br><br>Even when she mentions going to the inn, Oberym just remains by the pony, watching everyone as they interact; mostly with the bard as opposed to each other. Curious, but it made sense. He'd make his way there soon enough, but for now, he felt it best to stay. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 16:42:46</strong>
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				Allistair took Rain's hands in his, squeezing them warmly, quite sincere in his friendly affection.&nbsp; "I'm glad to have finally run into you again- and, as to Hans, you know as well as I do that, if I weren't ordering him around, then he wouldn't know what to do for himself- he's naturally servile, you know this as well as I do."&nbsp; He listened to Rain's sketch of the situation, nodding thoughtfully- as soon as he heard that she was heading away from here, he wasn't really concerned where she was going, or even if she could pay- he'd made enough recently to drink his way out of the duchy, if needed, but another job wouldn't really hurt, either.&nbsp; "Todesfalle or Westwind, I could do for a good trip away from here- the opportunity for pay and plunder is even better incentive, though, the best is travel with a talented and lovely set of companions."&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't have any affairs to close- the last bit of business had ended yesterday morning, and he needed to put as much distance between it and himself as fast as he could- luckily, just as he expected, Rain could help with just that.&nbsp; That was excellent news for him, though he didn't really know many of these others who had signed up for the work ahead.&nbsp; He lingered a bit in the tavern, waiting to see if anyone was heading over to the Den.&nbsp; Perhaps they would be interested in sharing a table while they waited for the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 17:55:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">Lryera (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105363.msg4573480#msg4573480)<br></div><br>An hour later saw Lryera in <em>The Den</em> with her purchases. No doubt others who did not accompany her and help her with the map-trade were finalizing supplies or horse purchases themselves and would be with her shortly. Three maps in total were purchased, and more than one gemstone handed over for it. Now in a leather scroll Case (http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cKGPYqWACjU/SaCB7IKmF8I/AAAAAAAAADc/Ehxd8Hg8hU8/scroll%20case%202.JPG) which they resided. She had been seated for perhaps a minute before she saw to opening the case and inspecting them. <br><br><strong>"You wanna drink petal ?"</strong> A serving wench asked the enchantress.<br><br><strong>"Sure! Anything sounds fine"</strong><br><br>A moment later a wine was placed on the table... but the enchantress ignored it for the moment. Far too taken in what insight the maps could give. <br><br>Strange creatures were sketched artistically on the first, the second showed political boundaries, the third - geological landscapes. Her own horse was outside tied to a railing that other customers used. a guard outside hopefully would see to them being left alone. When one is too paranoid one doesn't have much room for thought of other things.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 22:20:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Why do people spend so much time talking for minutes that could be said in a single sentence? It had always baffled Katrina as to why they did, your name and your skills that was all a employer needed to know.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well she was hired by the bard’s reply and she needed a horse that was evident. Katrina nodded as Rain told them where to meet that night.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This merchant was exasperating and finally Katrina had reached the boiling point. Pinning the merchant to the stable wall with her hand at this throat she said softly. “I do not want a ladies horse that is meek and I can feed apples too. Nor do I want a war-horse that I can fight from. Are you blind?” She gestured with her free hand at the long bow, “You ever see any one use a Long Bow on horseback, no, guess not. I want a horse that is used to combat, that I can ride, get off drop the reins and it stays put whilst I fight. Now do you have one?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a rangy dun colored horse, not pretty but the merchant swore it met her requirements. It had better for the amount of coin it cost her. Katrina smiled as she got off the horse, if he had cheated her well fire arrows and a loft full of hay mixed rather too well.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Inside the Den she went over to the bar and got a tankard of foaming ale. Taking a good swig she looked around and then walked over to the table covered with maps. Putting the tankard down on the table she sat and looked across at the woman sat there. “You are Oraldin, Enchanter, I am Katrina, Archer, we met this afternoon.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 23:55:23</strong>
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				Allistair hefted the fruit he yanked from a passing tray in his hand, giving it a solid bite before walking over to the table where it seemed some of his future companions were gathering.&nbsp; He brought Hans in tow, bearing a tray of fresh breads and cheeses.&nbsp; He spread his arms wide as he closed with the rest of them, hunching over spreading maps.&nbsp; "I don't think we've been properly introduced yet," he said, just a little too loud, but with a bright, happy grin.&nbsp; "We're all about to go on this quest together, so perhaps we should actually get to know each other a bit.&nbsp; I'm Allistair, Free Knight, Champion of the Burren Jousts just this past season.&nbsp; I think I've heard a little about each of you, happy."<br><br>He looked back and Hans, waving him forward impatiently.&nbsp; "Oh for the sake of all that's holy, Hans, I didn't buy that to decorate your clothes, I bought it for my friends to eat!" Hans slipped forward quickly, bringing the tray to the table.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 14:56:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">Lryera (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105363.msg4573480#msg4573480)<br></div><br><strong>"Hello beautiful blonde haired Archer Katrina, yes I recall you and am very glad your with me. I was about to think I got the tavern name mixed up with another. Lingering in this town is making me nervous, I do hope Rain will join us soon. I am trying to focus on the maps but all I can really think of is guards about to burst through the door ordering our arrest."</strong><br><br>She strangely stood from her chair and curtsied <br><br><strong>"Having someone who knows that its like to be outside in places less than welcoming makes me feel a little easier but I dare say I don't feel i can be of much use until we have left this towns boarders and far from patrols that are governed by the kings men."<br></strong><br>.. then sat again. It was obvious she had not realized that people only do so when they are not already seated, or if they are only to royalty - one more of a long list of proof she really had been more sheltered than she herself had admitted.<br><br><strong>"I know some may not think good of enchanters or those who focus on magical means, and more don't now thanks to someone I don't wish to name, still if you can bare my company perhaps I could reward your tolerance by enchanting something for you that its worth your time. If you wish me to create a bow which creates an arrow when the string is pulled which disappears ten seconds later could be of interest to you or something else to your liking - tell me - still regardless of what you choose materials will be needed - more than I have on my person. "</strong><br><br>She was about to say more then Sir Allister appeared... which prompted the enchantress to unseat herself curtsy again and repeat the proof she was either insane or well ... only "half there".<br><br><strong>"Good day good knight - I am Enchantress Lryera Oradin, I dont understand what a free knight is though, I thought all knights were honor bound and sworn into service of a lord of some sort. Perhaps you can explain the difference, either way I am glad to see someone of your nature as one joining our journeys. Just as I mentioned to our good Archer-ess .. Archess?" </strong><br><br>...the Enchanter paused while looking to Katrina to confirm the title for a female Archer before deciding she must be right and looked back to the knight and continued<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>"Archess Katrina ... I would over time like to see those with us having items they feel they desire. If the Shadow is as bad as people say I feel we may need them. Think of what would help what you most then tell me and perhaps I could enchant something to your taste. Armour that repairs itself and adds to your strength, enabling you to leap further and lift or swing stronger than if you did so naked... or a sword that specifically slices through others sword-blades as if butter .. I am not sure. <br><br>Once a decision you come to - speak of it with me and the materials for such I can mention. Damned and downtrodded now perhaps, but our kin was given estates for our ability to create such things, they may take titles from us - but the skill that earned them in the first place stays thick in our blood"</strong><br><br>The enchantress then revisited the maps ... <br><strong><br>"This one here seems to show what animals or plants inhabit known lands ... <em>this </em>map shows boarders of noble estates .. and the last map shows rivers, mountains and what else one would see if a bird. <br><br>What confuses me is that the shapes for all the places are slightly different in each map. I had no idea the size and shape of all lands change depending if one pays attention to animals or rivers ...I never noticed that before .. perhaps I wasn't looking for it. Still if that was true .. what if one was rabbit which sat on a coast - does the rabbit drown when who is staring at the rabbit suddenly looks to sea?"<br></strong><br>She wasn't joking either. A overly thin fore-finger of hers tapped at a coat line that stuck out further on the flora and fauna map than the other two.<br><strong><br>"Does the rabbit drown or does it turn into a fish ? And the fish back into a rabbit when one decides to think of trees ? "<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 18:35:42</strong>
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				It was halfway through Lryera's lengthy conversation that the sage had eventually joined them; He picked up everything from <em>Free knight</em> onward. He wordlessly seated himself, and looked over the others gathered there. Noticeable, he has no food or drink, and makes no move to acquire either. <br><br>"I believe the young man means to say he is a mercenary." He spoke only after she had finished. But he quickly moved on to educating her on the finer points of maps. "Each map is created by a different person. Consequently, their are slight variations, because it is impossible to exactly map a location, short of magical means...which, of course, are in small supply." <br><br>He would lean over the table towards her, looking at the maps. "They're about as accurate as you'll ever find, I'd imagine. Still, it is best to look at it as an approximation." He would sit back down. "And perhaps it would serve you better to not announce your profession so eagerly in this location." It was a public location, indoors, but their was a bit of a crowd, and she could easily be overheard. <br><br>Oberym was, in all honesty, a bit surprised that a fellow master of the arcane arts could be... not entirely there.&nbsp; Still, he makes no comment on that, and merely tries to help her. It would behoove them all to cover for each others weak points. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 22:20:37</strong>
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				Katrina hand was on her dagger, ready to slide out as she rose, what had startled Lryera that she suddenly stood up? Then she sat down only to do it again when the knight came to the table with a servant bearing gifts.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To be honest Katrina was beginning to be baffled by the wall of words that where pouring out of Lryera. In her own way she began to pick out what she felt was relevant to her.<br>“My name is Katrina Stormchaser, I have no need of any other title. You can of course call me Katrina as we are to be companions.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A look of puzzlement came over her face as she heard Lryera say, “swing stronger than if you did so naked.” Leaning forward Katrina spoke softly, “Why on earth would I like to fight naked, totally impractical. Thinking before speaking is often a good thing. A few thought out words conveys more than a whole speech about nothing.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was really hard to be polite and not shout ‘By the Gods woman do you have to chatter on so.’ As she normally would, but Lryera would be a companion and so got some leeway. Mentally Katrina added a gag to her packing, no place for chatter in a dangerous situation.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So to take her mind of throttling Lryera she turned to the others, “Allistair, we must discuss tactics, Oberym you know the wisdom of silence. Is they’re anyone else to join us.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 22:57:51</strong>
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				A beautiful lady whose powers he could only guess at, a wizard, a fighter who was an archer like him to judge from the bow on her back and another fighter of the broad and bulky kind, with a knightly bearing and a servant trailing after him. One by one Grigori watched them meet with the bard, clasp hands, introduce themselves and be welcomed into the group. A versatile group, with a little bit of everything. Women and men. Fighters and... other sorts. No-one he recognized from the guild. No-one who even looked remotely like his kind. The sneaky kind.&nbsp; <br><br>Yes, perhaps he stood a chance yet. Perhaps he would fit in with this group.<br><br>Now if only he could find a way to introduce himself that wasn't so damn public...<br><br>Just then, the bard said her goodbyes and went of by herself. All alone! Was that smart...? He wondered. After the things she'd said, the quarrel she'd had with that man? Should she really be off by herself, without her new companions to protect her? Well, smart or no, it suited him just fine. <br><br>The Hobbit waited for the others to leave off before he stepped out from under the stage, out of the shadows and into the open. He took care to stand up straight, to push the hood of his dark green cape off his head so he didn't look like a man with a secret who didn't want to be seen. Just another leather-wearing adventurer with a bow on his back and a sword on his belt. A bit greasy-haired maybe, and with quick eyes that darted right and left to keep a keen eye on his surroundings, but nothing too suspicious.<br><br>He set off after Rain, hoping to catch her someplace quiet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 03:19:36</strong>
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				<br><em>“Why on earth would I like to fight naked, totally impractical. Thinking before speaking is often a good thing. A few thought out words conveys more than a whole speech about nothing.”</em><br><br>At this the enchantress looked very confused<br><br><strong>"Oh I was talking of Armour for the knight which would give him more <em>strength</em>. For surely if one is wearing heavy armour what strength they have left to lift more would be less than what one would have if naked. One I thought would be able to swing a sword faster with more strength if none was needed in reserve to also carry what else one may be managing. And armour that can give you more strength left to use for such things than if you had <em>without </em>wearing anything would be surely valuable indeed ... well I thought so."<br></strong><br>The enchantress said it dreamily then looked to the wizard <br><br><strong>"Mercenary ah now I understand."</strong> she nodded as if something sage like was said. After the wizard explained that the maps are not accurate, and that it was the land that was stable but others depictions which varied Lyerna blushed<br><strong><br>"I feel really stupid, I am sorry. I spend so much of my time in the dreaming its all so easy to assume something fantastic can be true. Its not easy to understand the real world, I hope I don't cause you all too many issues with my lack of fathoming on some matters"</strong><br><br>Blushing red and highly embarrassed she rolled the maps back into the scroll case and sipped the white wine that was presented before her before staring at the fire.<br><br><strong>"Most of the time I have met others it was them thanking our family for what we have made them. I don't know much about people, I am scared I will do something stupid and put us all in danger. I will try and think more before talking I suppose"<br></strong><br>She wanted them to think good of her, so much hate recently direct at her family made her feel this could be the opposite, but her own unworldliness seemed to thwart her when she least needed it to. One thing was certain, she would grow up quickly from this point on.<br><br>Carefully she dared a smile at those about her... at least they were not burning her at the stake<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 04:46:28</strong>
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				Allistair couldn't help but cringe slightly at the blunt naming of his occupation.&nbsp; He did know full well that's what he was- as did everyone, it seems, yesterday on the field of honor- but, there was a reason the term "Free Knight" had come about.&nbsp; Mostly to protect the sensibilities of people such as himself, who traditionally did not want to give the impression that they fought for money.&nbsp; And, honestly, money was not the only reason Allistair fought.&nbsp; He could fight for love (of fighting), and once in a while, was even a heroic sort of guy.&nbsp; When the odds were good, or the girls pretty.&nbsp; I mean, he didn't just go about smashing people, and he had a code that was mostly adhered to.&nbsp; He glanced over at the sage, hoping he didn't bring up the whole mercenary thing again.<br><br>He turned to the enchantress.&nbsp; "I don't really know&nbsp; your art myself- I would have to trust you to make the best decisions for me.&nbsp; Though, a sword that slices through armor wouldn't really go awry...." He laughed slightly, letting his eyes tease lightly over her.&nbsp; She was a little too flighty to notice, he figured, so he didn't think it would go well past a look, but she probably wouldn't notice, either, which was just as good. If it was unwelcome, he could be borrowing the trouble he didn't need.&nbsp; <br><br>The archer.&nbsp; She would probably hold it against him if he didn't say something business-like.&nbsp; "Tactics?&nbsp; Well, those really matter on the ground and enemy, don't they?&nbsp; I think a general agreement to do what we do best is a good plan."&nbsp; Honestly, he was never really sure how to place himself in a team with archers- he was more of the face-to-face sort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 00:17:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Katrina nodded, “I have heard of such armour, Elven, magical or made from the Ankheg. But such are of high value and rare. Are you truly a enchantress of such power?” it would be useful to know how powerful this enchantress was. She had seen mages that cast one spell and then waved a dagger about or others which unleashed powerful magic’s time and time again. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Suddenly Katrina reached over and clasped Leyera’s forearm in a warrior’s clasp. “Well done, we can all be fools, we become wise by realising that we are and seeking to change.” The Enchantress had earned the benefit of the doubt by her statement. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she released Leyera’s arm and nodded at the knight. “Good, I target mages, clerics and then the closest in that order. But as you say it depends on the enemy.” A thought struck Katrina and she looked at Lryera. “You can make magical fire arrows? Had an experience with a Troll once, put that many arrows into it, it looked like a hedgehog but would not finally die until we poured oil in it and made a bonfire.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 13:07:54</strong>
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				<div align="center">Lryera (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105363.msg4573480#msg4573480)<br></div><br><strong>"The enchantment process is mainly entering a dream state while having a very clear view of the effect that's desired while the prepared item is beside me. Stronger effects need more focus. Ideal nights and slumber methods help, more complicated effects need more sessions where I constantly dream of variations of what is desired. Keeping focus for so long can only be accomplished by a few, my linage is full of them, myself included.<br><br>Its a lot easier if one is not plagued by unrelated concerns, thus living a sheltered life where news doesn't really filter that the rest of the world doesn't effect is the perfect environment, one unfortunately our kin lost. Without that it stops being a process one can make sure bets of the timing of. But the company of a singer, an grand orator or one talented in instruments however could easily instill such moods. While traveling, if I wish to try such I would need Rain to sing me to sleep ... literally. And probably would need her talents for inducing true sleep later the following days or I would go insane due to the lack of it. Because I am shaken from thoughts of my family, for me to be able to enchant at all, I am pretty much dependent on a bard or minstrel of similar talent, which unfortunately is very rare."</strong><br><br>Lryera looked quizzical. There seemed to be a boundary of explaining something specifically and talking to much and annoying people or was it just how LONG she was talking of a subject before others got impatient ? Assuming the latter the enchantress talked much faster, hopefully ending the explanation before others time-tolerance for listening was exhausted. The first choice for evasion of anger most growing up try.<br><strong><br>"Alas that's only half of it, getting the right materials for an object is vital. I would likely need materials which are typically reserved for jewelery to be embedded in the item - even if in powered form which is mixed into its main component, and if metallic armor is desired only the true valuable metals would tolerate so without becoming brittle. <br><br>Treasure which most would have other plans for. Its that simple really. If others didn't like gems or treasure-metals in their own regard then enchanted items would be more common. Alas most would prefer to spent wealth on other things. But for any enchantment I would have a very good idea of treasure-metals purity and of course which gems and their clarity to be enough"</strong><br><br>She rushed it out quickly and took a nervous breath before reaching for her wine to hide her panting. Perhaps that was fast enough to avoid their wrath. The warriors really were incredibly intimidating. All people were but those who put effort into building up muscles were literally a bear to her ... by comparison. They wouldn't have to do much to cause a very serious injury to Lryera. Even the archer looked like she could break Lryera's neck with a casual backhanded slap. Katrina's calming words helped ... a little, not enough to prevent Lryera biting her lower lip or prevent the hand which returned the wine glass to the table trembling.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 00:02:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By the Gods Lryera could talk Katrina had to admit to herself. But what the Enchantress had to say made sense, valuable materials along with time and effort. If it were not so then magic items would not command the prices that they did.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Katrina shook her head and then smiled, “Seems that I will have to pack a few oil flasks and a tinderbox for any Trolls we meet.” Then she gave Lryera a considering look. “Your have other talents that are useful on a battlefield? If we faced by a charging Orc band you have more to do than having a quick snooze?”<br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She already know what the knight would do, go toe to toe with any enemy. Now she was trying to work out what the other members of the proposed party would bring to the battlefield. To which point she turned to Oberym. “You have battle magic?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 00:43:41</strong>
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				"I do not like to openly flaunt my abilities," He began, in answer to Katrina's question "But yes. The oil and tinderbox may come in handy in many places; however, leave the trolls to me." Cryptic, perhaps, but he didn't feel up to talking too much right now; not here, not in public. "I am also well versed in healing wounds and curing ailments." He makes no mention of his ability to paralyze or put foes to sleep; if the time came to use that, he would, and if questions arose, he'd explain it then.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 15:11:49</strong>
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				<em>“Your have other talents that are useful on a battlefield? If we faced by a charging Orc band you have more to do than having a quick snooze?” - Katrina</em><br><br>Phew .. somehow her explanation of enchanting didn't meet the wrath she had expected, but it was followed up with a question which made Lyera's shoulders slump. She took in a deep breath and was about to reply but no thought came to her. She could ride a horse pretty well ... But what ? Away ? <br><br>Enchanting she was good at, VERY good .. but was there anything else ? Anything useful ? <br><br>Looking as pathetic as she felt she shook her head slowly ... best not lie not on something like this. They were talking tactics and needed the truth in such matters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 23:18:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Excellent, a healer is always a welcome addition to a party.” She nodded to Oberym and then turned disbelieving eyes on Lryera, surely the woman was jesting. If the party leader had been male then maybe she would be along as a bed warmer but Rain was a woman. SO that could not be it despite the rumours that some people liked their own sex. Nonsense Katrina has snorted when she had heard that.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You jest, you have nothing to contribute.” A frown crossed Katrina’s face. “You are mocking me, thinking me a simple girl from the back of beyond. No one could possibly join such an adventure as this without some kind of useful skill. So I ask you again in all seriousness what skills do you have?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 02:34:33</strong>
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				Allistair worked on his wine glass, draining it in a few sips as the conversation continued around him.&nbsp; After munching on some cheese, he saw the Enchantress puzzled by her position, should it come down to drawn swords and screaming.&nbsp; He leaned in interestedly.&nbsp; "Well, it strikes me that, perhaps all she needs is a little creative preparation.&nbsp; I don't know what enchanting can do, but I'm sure with some thought, she can create some devices that will let her do all manner of useful and nifty things."&nbsp; He paused for a moment to consider ideas, but not knowing exactly what her powers could do, well, he could only suggest blindly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 14:37:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">Lryera (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105363.msg4573480#msg4573480)<br></div><br><strong>"I can make things that can be useful in combat. See this?"</strong><br><br>The enchantress produced a wooden egg and laid it on the table.<br><br><strong>"I made two but one I have given rain, but if one holds it in their hand for one hour it becomes connected to them instead of its previous owner if it had one. Once done if any about you mean you ill will you throw it to strike a surface and instead of shattering it turns into a wooden wren which pecks at soft tissues of those wanting to you harm, mainly about the eyes for a minute or so before darting back into your palm and resuming form of an egg again. Its not enough to do major harm to anything, but as you can imagine its highly distracting for anyone being subjugated to it. Giving its owner an opportunity to run away, or to chance a strike them while they are busy trying to fend of the thing."</strong><br><br>Lryera looked about with a hopeful expression ... but the egg just rolled about the table looking pretty innocent and useless ... to the untrained eye it wasn't very convincing... what it convincingly showed everyone was that it seemed to be a ... wooden egg. <br><br>Even to the trained eye of the wizard, which may have been able to glean its aura reflected the truth of her words ... still it didn't exactly evoke fear. For what if there was two orcs .. three ? Then what ? Seeing others not so convinced Lryera then folded her arms and became defensive.<br><br><strong><br>"<span class="bbc_u">My </span>family has made items for <span class="bbc_u">war </span>which has helped ... " </strong> she then faded her sentence to a mumble.. helped the noble family which had turned and vilified her own. A tear streamed down a cheek. But now wasnt a time for weakness when they needed strength.<br><br>She had to try and win these people over, paying for the maps and the promise of great enchantments IF they LATER found treasure wasnt enough. Even if they did find treasure, why risk the destruction of gems to be in powered form for something that this strange woman CLAIMED to be able to do ? If they risked their neck for her she had to contribute, quickly.<br><br><strong>"Armor and swords can be managed with fine materials, but this wren only needed to small gems and wood. I have gems currently enough to make a few things .. before I run out. Thinking of some that would aid our travels is a topic I can aid with. This may only be a wren that doesn't do much but what if I made a similar egg which could shine a light so brightly to dazzle and blind enemies at least for a while ? And if you put some thought into it .. even before we find any treasure-metals needed for more solid things .. trinkets in combination could be as good as a sword-arm .. What if ... "<br></strong><br><br>Lyera's eyes lit up .. a thought did come. Something she may be able to knock up soon with what she had. They were joking about her just dozing. Sleep. Thats it !<br><br><strong>"I made a wooden owl and matching shifting-map which could allow the map-holder to see what it sees from up high ? A scout for us ! It may also see in the dark or warn when things are approaching while we ALL sleep.. not just some while others keep watch ... sleep IT doesn't need. Our very own silent, camouflaged, tireless day-and-night scout ! Sensing such could make the map shake or make a noise to wake us if so !"</strong><br><br>She was proud of the thought. It seemed practical, it felt it .. but was it ? Was the idea something that would interest them ?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 17:19:07</strong>
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				He stared long and hard at the wooden egg, and then at its creator. He gingerly reached out to touch the egg, picking it up and looking at it closer. Yes, he could feel a tinge of magic in it;&nbsp; he couldn't be sure of what it would do, but he has thus far been given no reason to doubt Lryera. She came from a good, respectable family, and while that didn't guarantee she'd be good and respectable, it was a good indicator she would be. <br><br>"The scout would be a good idea." He said with a nod of his head, words seeming cold, but he meant what he said. His attention would drift towards a serving wench that was near, and he'd casually ask for her to bring him a roasted chicken and a mug of cold mint tea, a beverage some times called Sekanjabin (http://www.loggiaserena.com/Resume/Articles/Sekanjabin.htm).<br><br>"Perhaps some sort of explosive device would be feasible? Something that could deal tremendous damage to a group of monsters, or weaken a single strong one." He'd offer as a suggestion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 22:26:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Katrina watched the egg roll about and still watching it as Oberym examined it and then put it down. She looked at Lryera with a thoughtful expression. “Yes the owl scout sounds a good idea, well done.” It always paid to compliment when some one did well just as it paid to kick ass when they did not.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Aye” She said to the serving maid when she acknowledged Oberym, “Food sounds good, you have bread, butter and cheese?” Getting a nod from the serving maid she returned to looking thoughtful. Then with a swift motion born of years of practice she reached to her quiver and drew an arrow. Then she picked up the egg and matched it to the arrowhead. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“How small can you make these eggs, do they have to be as round? Can you make one that will fit to an arrow head?” She smiled, “And can it produce wasps rather than a bird?” She turned the egg in her hand as she continued to speak.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Once we where taking a wagon train through the Forest of Grimsgarg and the top of a wagon knocked into a wasps nest.<br>A swarm of them poured out and set about us, by the Gods we got stung that day. But the thing I most remember is that whilst they where darting around and stinging you could concentrate on nothing else.<br>If I could hit a mage with an adapted arrow then he will be distracted enough not to be able to cast. And a mage that cannot cast is just a target.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She smiled at Lryera, who having moved from next to useless to useful gained a lot of respect.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 14:11:55</strong>
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				<div align="center">Lryera (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105363.msg4573480#msg4573480)<br></div><br>Lryera tilted her head, they seemed more interested in what she had to say.<br><strong><br>"Wasps use venom which I have to visualize the effects of, I have not been stung by a wasp so it would be hard to understand. Nor do I intend to be if I can avoid it. Even if I was the problem is that the base wooden sculpture has to be lifelike. Something that has fine as wings as a wasp and proportioned so it can fly and be small enough would require incredible carpentry skill. The gems would be its eyes, if wood no powdered gem's would be needed in the molten metal before its shaped, still perfecting balance so it can fly as well as one would be close to impossible."</strong><br><br>Thinking of wasps this way made her shake her head.<br><strong><br>"I think attempting an egg that bursts into wooden-wasps would only be frustrating. Cast metal figurines of ones too heavy to fly. Figurines of jumping spiders maybe ... but still the venom effect thing could make other ideas more sensible."<br></strong><br>Lryera shook her head while considering the attempts.<br><strong><br>"Explosive eggs would be harder for me, I have not seen things explode, I would find it too hard to visualize, so attempts to instill the enchantment would be fruitless. Perhaps the wizard could cast spells often enough for me to replicate similar effects but even if I did the gems in it would be too hard to retrieve later, and a big waste compared to what else I could do."<br></strong><br><strong>" Wrens are common where we came from and I had seen them fend off larger creatures so making these eggs was easy. But if we find a creature that is nasty and can watch it for a while, then if we hire a carpenter or blacksmith to make one of its image, we could have more an a scout for us, but a creation that serves us in fights directly. I was told giant cats are cunning predators. One or two made loyal to us, fearless and tough could be guarding us or be quick to put themselves between us and harms way, letting us only need to tend with what else they cant manage at the time. However I don't know how cats of such size act. I will have to watch one for a while and see many different behavior patterns or have one who has explain their behavior in detail thoroughly before what I make is something versatile, if I don't know how they jump we could easily go to a lot of effort only to make some then have to leave them behind because they can't cross a gap in the ground a foot or two wide"</strong><br><br>Lryera seemed distant again ... something those about her got used to<br><strong><br>"What the royal family granted us titles in the first place for was enchanting their castles statues and sculptures to animate in their defense. Unfortunately they soon realized they could use them to assault others castles for not many build them to defend from such things. Seemed the idea of something else monstrous and loyal fighting for them was much more appealing than making weapons and armor they already had better for it allowed them to scheme while our creations saw to the downfall of neighbors which held lands they wanted. We were commissioned to make them for their <span class="bbc_u">defense</span>, but smart enough to understand language and obey only those of royal blood. It infuriated my father no end hearing them used for starting wars of greed... and that was before ... "</strong><br><br>She then moved her gaze the fire.<br><strong><br>"Well I guess I can at least work on the owl-scout while a decision is made to choose what I can do which could aid us most. Do any of you know how to carve creatures by any chance ? If not commissioning a ..&nbsp; Oh ... thats right people need weeks or more for such things, unless we can buy one already so... "<br></strong><br>Lyera shrugged .. damn she was back to that dependency thing again... so many good ideas, so much potential .. but an enchanter on the run doesn't make things easy.<br><br><strong>"Do any know if this town have a place that sells life-like mimics of creatures ? If so perhaps we have time to buy a few before Rain appears."</strong><br><br>The enchantress then looked back from the fire to others about her<br><br><strong>"Speaking of which ... where <em>IS </em>Rain ?"<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 23:19:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whilst Katrina understood the need at times to have to explain things to people like herself did Lryera have to use so many words? Although in that wall of words Katrina sensed that she was letting slip more than she should have.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She glanced to the two men sat with them as the serving woman returned with the orders. “Any of you know of such a place where they make things like that? Or have any other ideas of how Leyera’s skill can be used to our advantage?” She began to slice and butter the bread before putting a hunk of cheese on the slice.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Around a mouthful of her food, “I have no idea where she is, hopefully she will not be too long.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 13:19:41</strong>
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				Lryera felt a little anxious. She was about to reach for some bread before she thought better of it and sipped her wine instead.&nbsp; This time her hands were not shaking. It seemed that the explanations she had at least was enough for many potential plan they had running through their head to be marshaled into those sensible to try and not worth following. Most however probably were not listening, but more intent on thinking what could be keeping Rain so also. <br><br><strong>"What if something happened to her ? That Noble surely wouldn't let those like us insult him publicly so without some immediate repercussion, and a nastier one to follow. Nobles love making examples of people as a deterrent for others thinking they can do what we did. Do some of us dare look ? Can anyone here track her footsteps from where we last saw her ?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 00:22:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Katrina choked, never try and laugh with a mouth full of bread and cheese. Eventually after a few moments she managed to clear her mouth. She shook her head and looked at Lryera. <br>“What kind of adventurers are we, signing up to go on a dangerous quest and yet too scared to go looking for the person who is too lead us in a peaceful town.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She wiped her mouth on her sleeve and stood. “Right lets go and see if we can find her. And maybe if she is in danger we can prove our worth by getting her out of it.” She glanced at the others, “I am assuming that we are all going, because it says a lot about someone who will not go to the aid of another party member.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 09:46:18</strong>
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				Allistair kept drinking his wine, working on finishing some of his cheese.&nbsp; "So, do we know she's in trouble?&nbsp; You do realize that, if she's not, she'll be here shortly, and, if we're all gone, she'll think the rest of you have run out on her- she knows I wouldn't, but she might think I've been arrested- and we'll be in the same spot?&nbsp; You're assuming an awful lot.&nbsp; And if she is in trouble, with whom?&nbsp; What kind of trouble?&nbsp; Will we need a jailbreak?&nbsp; Combat?&nbsp; Court Pleadings?"&nbsp; He speared a bit of ham with a knife.&nbsp; "Unless we have some idea what's going on, running off without a notion of what's going on, if she is in trouble, will just get us more of the same, and who will save us?"&nbsp; <br><br>"So, perhaps we should figure a few things out before we go rushing off into the night in a strange city?"&nbsp; He lifted the ham to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 13:26:32</strong>
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				<strong><br>"Free knight Allistair you do have a point"<br></strong><br>Lryera seemed even more confused than normal. Which was saying something<br><br><strong>"Still splitting up on the off chance our fears are well founded while having one or two here which could clarify our absence seems a good idea. Still I don't know how to track, however I would be willing to follow the lead of others who have resolved such dilemmas beforehand..."<br></strong><br><strong>"Hmm .. those who would most likely have ALREADY carved a breast of life or grander proportions would be a statue-worker, stone-carver. I thought only cities would have such like, but even if we found one we would need a cart to carry it, for it may take days or more before I could have it walking. And I am not exactly strong enough to carry one, nor do I see anyone looking willing to do so themselves."<br></strong><br>Lryrea dared a joke, most were concerned about where Rain was, so and worrying about nobility coming down hard and heavy didn't make matters less tense.<br><br><strong>"What say you Free Knight Sir Allistair ? Should I stay here while others see to such things ?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 00:23:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Katrina considered this and then nodded, “You have a point Free Knight, we shall wait until we have further information.” She sat down and commenced to attack the bread and cheese. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she chewed she considered Leyera’s suggestion and whilst she was tempted to laugh, bringing a cart along what an idea. There was a nugget of sense in what she said, “You need to think on a different scale. A house cat is small but can be a useful scout underground and you can carry such in your backpack. Plus you will already know how a cat reacts.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 01:03:20</strong>
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				Ah but Kairos was not with him today... Or maybe he was, it was hard to tell with the God of opportune moment. Could well be it was him that had made Grigori notice the two men in the street just before walking right by them. Guild men. Big brutish Harrod and Blade with his crooked teeth and nimble fingers. Oh he had no trouble with the guild, no, all paid up. Officially, he didn't even have a quarrel with these men, the guild had ruled on their dispute and the ruling had been in his favor so that was over and done. Still, he'd rather not run into them. Certainly not outnumbered two to one.<br><br>So he'd ducked into and alley and when he came out of course the pretty Bard had disappeared from sight.<br><br>Now here he was, walking into the Den and doing his best merry little Hobbit impression which included a friendly expression, walking up straight and not looking around him as much as he'd like - because checking every person and corner in a room looked suspicious as anything. He ordered a half-pint and took a seat where he had a wall at his back and a good view of the place. It was conveniently close to the table of the three that'd joined the Bards quest too. He took care not to give them more than a cursory glace. Instead he took a swig of his beer, then just sat and stared ahead, all the while keeping his ears wide open.<br><br>His eyes did go to the door every now and then, Rain was supposed to come back here wasn't she?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 01:39:37</strong>
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				Oberym seemed content to be a passive spectator to events, enjoying his drink. When Sir Alistair made his point about how they should not run off half-cocked and without a plan, the Sage would give a nod of his head. It was only afterwards, however, that he would speak.<br><br>"You are a smart man, Sir Alistair. Just remember: flexibility. A plan is good to have, but it must be flexible and changeable; modular, if you will. It is important to be able to change things... <em>on the fly</em>, I believe is the term." <br><br>"I don't believe she has encountered any real trouble. If she has, then I believe that our attempting to get her out of it would exacerbate the situation for all involved. Additionally, if we do split up, how do we contact the others if we find her or something else happens? Wandering about has its uses, but in this case, it's not the best decision available to us."<br><br>Falling silent again, he would lift the mug of his drink to his lips, sipping it quietly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 14:43:56</strong>
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				<br><strong>"Hmm good point, it seems to be effective splitting up at some points seem sensible. Perhaps my first enchantment would be some simple manner for us to whisper to each other over long distances... oh if only we had someone who could track Rain's last motions without being seen ! Someone that knows how to slip in the crevices between peoples attention and intent"</strong><br><br>Lyera stood, shook her head then walked to the fire and outstretched her hands<br><br><strong>"Of all nights to loose the only person who may keep me sane in such times, still for the moment I have shelter and food and the company of new friends. One step at a time I guess"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 21:43:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hmm this cheese was good, Katrina waved her hand until she attracted the attention of a serving maid and then ordered another plate. Her brothers used to tease her that she ate like a horse and that she was supposed to get fat after she had found a man not before. But then again she had burnt off the calories in the wrestling fight that followed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It seems that my new companions have sense, sometimes my urge to do something has made things more interesting.” <br>She watched Lryera as she warmed her hands and then moved to join her, as she watched the flames dance she said softly, “Some people will not travel with those that say they are not always at home in the head. It does not bother me, just a word to the wise.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The logs shifted and a shower of sparks shot into the air and why that prompted the thought Katrina had no idea. “Ears! If we got carved ears could your sill make it so that we could hear each other?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 05:48:04</strong>
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				The others all seemed to disperse before she could manage to pull Sir Allister as she had hoped to, but that couldn't be helped. Especially not when she had important matter to attend to. There were people that needed to know that she was going to be gone, and so Rain made her way towards the outskirts of town.<br><br>The temple was small, made of stone. She took in each time worn, sun faded brick with sad fondness. Most thought she came here every year for the festival and nothing more, but they were wrong. She came here because she owed her life to the priests within this humble house of worship. Knowing she couldn't put it off any longer, she pushed open the heavy wooden door and moved into the dark cool interior. Many of the acolytes gave her curious looks, for she usually did not come at this time of day, Daemion had never liked her coming here, so she could usually only manage when it was time for services. Still, no one stopped her as she moved to the back of the temple and passed through an embroidered curtain into the inner sanctuary.<br><br>A sense of calm suffused every fiber of her body and she couldn't help but smile at the feeling of homecoming. She'd spent many months within these walls, hiding, healing. A tear trickled down her cheek as the scuff of a foot turned her to face the one she had come to see. Shayla Nimbran the High Priestess of this particular temple, she hadn't aged a day since Rain had first met her ten years ago, then she'd not aged so very much herself. Shayla was Lady favored, or so Rain had heard whispered when she'd stayed here. A human, with a touch of the highest divine granted her for duties rendered. No one had ever so much as speculated about what those duties might have been.<br><br>"You've come to tell me that you go into peril," Shayla said softly pulling Rain away from thoughts of the past. "That may not come back to me again. I tell you that you are wrong, but I know that you won't believe me." She smiled, and pulled Rain into a hug without preamble. Rain hugged her back.<br><br>"I have to go," She choked out. "He's so far go, I can't keep on as I have. If I do nothing I will never be able to save Morrin." The tears she did all she could to keep at bay with any others slowly slid down her cheeks.<br><br>"Morrin is not for you, nor is the duke, I told you that when you came to me beaten and torn." The priestess tone was chastising, but light. "You were made for better things, larger things than one who would beat or abandon you." Shayla tilted Rain's head back then, and brushed lightly at the tears on her cheeks. "I know that you'll no more stay now than you did years ago, but know that you're just as welcome here as ever you where. No matter what happens. Now," Shayla smiled as soft motherly smile that always made her feel better, and Rain smiled back without thought. "Since you're going no matter what I say, just remember that no matter where you are the Lady hears, and She listens. If you call for me when you are in need, I will hear of it, and whatever aid I can mange will find you." Suddenly Shayla's manner changed. "You must go now child," Her tone was urgent, "Out the back way, now!"<br><br>Rain knew that tone, "What's wrong?" She demanded.<br><br>"It is time for your quest to begin child, now go!" Quite beyond her comprehension of how, for she certainly didn't recall moving, Rain found herself in the back gardens where she'd spent hours helping tend the vegetables. There were sounds from the stone building, sounds of battle, something had gone horribly wrong. She turned, to head back into the building, and give what aid she could, but an overwhelming sense of nausea stopped her in the tracks before she could take more than a step. It only receded when she stepped backwards. The wards had been closed against her. She could not enter. Indecision froze her in place until there was the sound of heavy steps behind her, she whirled, but not in time to even see her attacker before the blow fell, and then, she saw only black.<br><br>___________<br><br>She hadn't followed him. Daemion was most certainly not happy right now. Small sparks of electricity arched and sparked around him. If he was home right now, there would be a thunderstorm brewing, and it would be a bad one. She was his damn it, his to protect, his to hold! In the privacy of his own rooms knowing Rain would not be coming to him anytime soon, he'd let all facades of humanity fall away. Long, white blonde hair, fine as spider silk caressed strongly muscled shoulders and icy green eyes glowed with rage.<br><br>He was a sight to see, the High Prince of Faerie, in his fine boned, richly dressed glory. Any who saw him as he truly was, would know instantly that he was someone to be afraid of, and with more than a millennium to his name, he was most certainly that. He'd used his position as pampered only child to learn everything he could about combat and fine tuned his skills when he battled the Demon Lords right along side his mother's generals. She'd stayed safely behind the lines, but then, that was to be expected.<br><br>She wouldn't approve of this venture of his, never had, but that didn't stop him. Why should it when she never left the safety of her domain? <em>Rain, you were thinking of how to make her return to you,</em> he reminded himself. Well, one thing was for certain, if she had no one to travel with she wouldn't get farther than the first night. Not unless she intended to hire bed partners the whole way. That would strain even her purse strings though. A dark chuckle erupted from his chest. Would she even tell them about the nightmares, or would she just make up some tale about how it would be warmer if everyone slept closer together? He would never know, because he never intended to give her that far. He knew where the group was to meet, he'd heard that much at least. It was the work of a thought to have his seeming back firmly in place, and then he made his way to the Den, bursting in with dastardly intent.<br><br>"The trip is off," He caroled to the room, not bothering to note who was and wasn't present. If they weren't all here, they'd hear about it he was sure. "You see your guide is mine, and I don't part with things that are mine, as a general rule. I wouldn't suggest trying to harm me, it will do you no good. Go away, run, it's your best option." As he spoke, he wove a compulsion, planting in their minds that what he was telling them was reasonable, they wanted to do it. He didn't bother putting much power behind it though, these were pathetic, puny humans, what hope could they have of resisting him?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 18:38:07</strong>
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				The first to respond to the obviously evil man was the sage, whose attention turned to him slowly. A hand came up to stroke his chin, and he looked at Daemion dispassionately, and clearly unimpressed. "What an... interesting form of arcana you're using." He murmured, more to himself than to the other man.<br><br>He could feel it; hence his words. But a well honed mind and well-fortified spirit and stubborn will allowed him to shrug off the half-assed attempt. "You claim she is yours, and that because of this, she will not be able to go with us. I find this intriguing. Would you, perhaps, happen to have a deed of ownership to prove this fact to us?" One might take his words for a cutting jab, if it wasn't for just how damn serious and humorless his voice was. His attitude was nothing but infuriatingly calm and casual. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 22:08:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Had the adopted a reasonable tone whilst he weaved his magic then Katrina would have probably gone along with it.<br>She had very little understanding of magic and what to look for especially with mental magic.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His tone, especially the parts about owning Rain and then telling them to run away as if they were all cowards. That just hit too many buttons and kicked in her stubborn streak.<br>“Rain hired me and Rain can fire me, anyone else can go and whistle.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 11:55:31</strong>
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				<em>“Some people will not travel with those that say they are not always at home in the head. It does not bother me, just a word to the wise.” - Katrina<br></em><br><br>The enchantress looked to Katrina and shrugged then returned her gaze to the fire<br><br><strong>"I'm an enchantress, I know my dreaminess oozes it and I doubt its something I could hide if I wanted to. Most know we will stumble upon something sooner or later and go mad trying to fathom its secrets - if left alone we will, and as dreamy as we are, its the fate of most of our kin. I doubt wisdom is something I will gain, sanity ? Perhaps. Knowing when its a good time to stay quiet or talk ? When to lie ? Oh Katrina, such things are worlds away from what we will ever be"<br></strong><br>She didn't seem sad more accepting... then Daemion entered the room bellowing that the trip was off.<br><br>Oh dear. This was the noble she offended. Him not rain, great ! Just when things were looking better.<br>Something flooded her mind, magic ... of a kind different to enchanting. It could be said that dreamers have weaker minds, those who live in dreams would be more fooled by other things. The truth is however to live and breath in a dream and direct it to be what you wish it to be you have to have a mind that can be distant to other distractions, urges, and to see other energies as just that ... an energy that either passes by, goes through something, washes something or fights directly with something.<br><br>The energy from him was a perspective a vision .. but this enchantress held many hopes with Rain. Washing that way from Lyera could be possible but not when part of something general intended to convince many. Still the energy was very negative and its nature caused the enchantress to lurch and become nauseous. Swooning for the wrong reasons the girl bend over and clutched her stomach as if hit by a blow.<br><br>After a few blinks the words the magician came into her awareness. As an enchantress deception may not be an easy thing to sense, but lingering perspectives in her own mind ? A mind which could be so unrelenting with an idea they could enchant objects ? THAT was her domain. That energy would flood other thoughts but the waters lessened as the spell completed ... leaving her mind back where it was.<br><br>Still while with company she was not prepared for such an needy wave and her body sickened because of it. In her mind she knew provoking him further than the public accusations she already managed was foolish but such intentions intended to change people was an insult beyond words in her book.<br><br><strong>"Erghh .. what a horrible thought"</strong> she stammered, looking as ill as she felt she turned to the noble.<br>Whatever arcana he was using may be something mages can shield themselves from but it makes enchanters sick. Fooled though ? Never.<br><br><strong><br>"Even if you had Papers of ownership or implied ownership and they were authentic, they still only<br>only appeal to those believing in the concept of ownership in the way you see it. You have a conviction of ownership. From your perspective which believes energy can be owned by another you are right but others have different beliefs, attempts to imposing beliefs forcefully always creates the opposite.&nbsp; Love is like sand, if you hold your hand outstretched sand will accumulate on it. but if you grasp what is there and squeeze, the force of your own need forces it through your fingertips. <br><br>Your own need to attempt such near the stage proved this. "</strong><br><br>Then she blinked and looked at the man honestly before curtseying.<br><br><strong>"Great Noble. My apologies for my outburst beforehand hoping it would help matters. But why would you need Rain ? She is named after something that is most beautiful when just let be. So many other women would crave your attention, some even adore forcefulness.You are handsome, powerful, wealthy, manly, strong. Simply be honest about your wants of a woman and they will come and you will have your choice of them."</strong><br><br>She tried to hold her head up to him but those eyes of his, his mind was .. tainted with conviction of identity he believed energy about him belonged to him was his to change to his will only in consequences of resistance. That glare made the enchantress nauseous once again, and bile had to be swallowed, not the best look if you want to sway others opinions no matter how well phrased. And by his glare he didn't seem in the mood to listen to any opinion of some enchantress on the issue.<br>
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