Mysterious Events (The story)
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				Title: <strong>Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 11:09:45</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With every sodden step the soaking wet, miserable, hungry and very irritable dwarf trudged his way up the slippery slope.&nbsp; "Curse this rain and the whore that prayed for it."&nbsp; Darval muttered half under his breath not for the first time and probably not the last.&nbsp; "Blasted trees!!!&nbsp; Do your job and protect me from this blasted torrential down poor!!!"&nbsp; Darval bellowed at the indifferent trees as he made slow yet steady progress below their branches.&nbsp; &nbsp;With his long black hair and beard plastered to his head and chest the dwarf continues on with his journey.&nbsp; His dark brown outer hooded cloak is completely soaked as are his clothes beneath.&nbsp; Even his heavy woolen undergarments worn under his Mythril armor is completely soaked.&nbsp; At the top of the slope Darval leans against a tree to catch his breath and to take a look about.&nbsp; Hearing a loud grumbling sound Darval spins about while drawing his double bladed battle axe from his back.&nbsp; Darval sighs heavily when he hears the sound yet again and realizes the sound is his own stomach complaining about the lack of food.&nbsp; "By the Seven Hells that woman better have a good hot meal ready when I arrive.&nbsp; Nothing but rain and more rain for 3 weeks... yes she better have some food ready."&nbsp; Of course Darval was exaggerating it had only been raining for 3 days but just try and tell that to a wet miserable.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;By mid afternoon Darval arrived at the Elvin city of Enclaryln.&nbsp; What he saw however was nothing like what he expected to see.&nbsp; Not exactly at any rate.&nbsp; The Elvin tree city was there of course but there were no signs of movement anywhere.&nbsp; At first Darval thought that all the elves were only being wise and staying in their homes as the storm continued to rage on.&nbsp; But after he awkwardly climbed the ladder to the tree he knew his friends home to be located in he found that all the walkways were completely devoid of life as well.&nbsp; He passed one home after another.&nbsp; All the doors were shut and the shutters were all drawn on the windows but he could see light coming through the cracks.&nbsp; The only sounds were of his own wet boots sloshing as he made his way across the wooden walk and the sound of the rain and thunder that had been his constant compainion for far longer than he cared to think about.&nbsp; Darval knocked loudly on his friends door and shouted, "Come and open the blasted door woman before I get washed away!!!"&nbsp; When no answer came Darval let himself in and found that his friends house was dark.&nbsp; No fire had been set in the hearth and there was a fine dusting of dust on the furniture as if she had not been home for weeks.&nbsp; "By the balls of a harry goat!!!&nbsp; What a time for that blasted woman to go traveling."&nbsp; Darval bellowed.&nbsp; "Never mind I'll go to the pub at least there be a warm fire some good booze and if I'm lucky some food as well."&nbsp; Darval muttered under his breath.&nbsp; Once again braving the storm the dwarf wound his way through the wooden paths towards one of the more central trees where he knew there was supposed to be a pub.&nbsp; Darval opened the door to the pub expecting to find some merry making elves but what he saw before him left him speachless and completely puzzled.&nbsp; The room looked as if there indeed had been many elves enjoying a meal and drinks with friends except for there were no elves... not a living soul.&nbsp; Only trays of food and cups of ale left on the table tops to get warm and flat.&nbsp; Darval inspected the food and found that it looked like it had only been sitting out for a couple of days at the most.&nbsp; Darval's stomach took this moment to restart its grumbling.&nbsp; Sighing heavily Darval walked into the kitchen proper to see if he could find something to munch on.&nbsp; However the bar was closer and the thought of a good shot of whiskey took over any thoughts of food he might have had.&nbsp; The dwarf grabbed a large flask and an even larger bottle of whiskey and walked back over towards the fire place which by now only had a few red glowing coals down in the bottom of the grate.&nbsp; Darval filled the fireplace with wood and got a nice proper fire going before plopping his tired wet bones into the nearest chair.&nbsp; The dwarf then downed a couple of glasses of whiskey almost taking time to breath in between glasses.&nbsp; Only after a very large and long belch did the dwarf slow down to a more moderate rate of drinking.&nbsp; The drink however only managed to warm his belly.&nbsp; Though he would never in a million years admit it even to himself Darval was terrified.&nbsp; Never in his life had he ever seen a whole city that looked like all of it's people just suddenly went off and left everything they were doing.&nbsp; His earlier search of the city had shown him that.&nbsp; There had not been another living soul.&nbsp; "Cursed woman... where are you?" 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				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalab</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 20:56:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;Lorn had been gone for five days now from his home in Enclaryln and he was anxious get back and sleep in his own bed. The trip to the city of men, Melandor had been quick as he had taken the form of a large hawk but the trip back hom had gone much slower. The rains had started an hour into his journey home and had not let up throughout his long walk. The rain came in such a torrent that it grounded him forcing him to make the return journey on foot. He had even thought of turning back to let the rains pass but his longing to be home had outweighed his longing to remain dry so he trudged on through the downpour.<br>&nbsp;The message for the King of Men had been an important one for both races who had been at war for so long a time that several generations of men had passed and their memories of its beginning were vague at best. This was not the case with the Elves whose life span was that of many generations of man but the Elves cared not that man had started the war, they wanted only peace which is what they have always sought.<br>&nbsp;The war had taxed the resources of both races and to continue on would simply be the act of fools. The newly crowned King of Melandor was a wise and even tempered man that the Elves hoped would hear their words of peace that so many Kings before him had ingnored. Lorn had went as an ambassador for the Queen and had sat and spoke with their King and felt that there may finally be peace between the races of Elf and Man.<br>&nbsp;Lorn neared the village in good spirits despite the heavy rains with news of possible peace for his Queen. His spirits lowered when even from a distance something seemed wrong, there was no activity. He knew even with the rains there was always something happening in the city of Enclaryln but nothing moved. He quickened his pace as feelings of dread weighed heavy on his heart and entered the city to see his eyes had not deceived him, nothing moved.<br>&nbsp;He ran quickly to the Queen's Palace to find the main gates unguarded and raced inside to find its halls empty as well. He searched frantically throughout the palace and then began to search the city to no avail, everyone had simply vanished. Coals still burned burned in the fireplaces and meals were left half eaten in homes but he found no bodies, they were just gone.<br>&nbsp;He continued to search the city with his hopes of finding any life quickly fading when he caught the scent of new wood on a fire instead of the familiar scent of dying coals. He quickly searched out the source of this new scent when another familiar scent reached his nostrils as he made his way to the walkway outside the pub. The scent confused him but he found he was not mistaken as he entered the pub.<br>&nbsp;"Darval! Though unexpected, a welcome sight indeed! Have you any notion of what has happened to the people of Enclaryln? The city is empty, even the Queen herself is just gone! Surely they would not have just left the city! Where would they have gone?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 22:29:25</strong>
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				Darval was so lost in his own thoughts and intent on his quest to drink himself silly that he did not hear the approach of his old friend until it was far to late.&nbsp; The elves exclamation made Darval nearly jump out of his skin as he threw the flask he was holding straight up into the air.&nbsp; "Lorn!!!&nbsp; You pointy eared she devil!!!&nbsp; What happened to all those so called eloquent speech mannerisms that you elves are so found of... you nearly gave me a heart attack just bursting in here and yelling like that!!!"&nbsp; Darval bellowed in a gruff angry voice.&nbsp; Of course truth be told and you would never hear it from his own lips his show of anger only just barely covered the fact that he was actually very relieved to see his old and dear friend Lorn just when he thought the elves had been all lost.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking down at the shattered flask Darval scowled and said, "See what yer made me do that flask was more than half full."&nbsp; Even as he spoke Darval uncorked the bottle of whiskey and took a large belt before holding it out towards Lorn as he said in a softer&nbsp; but still gruff voice, "I don't know what happened to your people... I have only been here for a couple hours.&nbsp; Here drink up you look like you could use a few belts yourself."
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				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 00:15:53</strong>
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				Mithnela hurried through the rain, not bothered by the downpour and enjoying it in fact. She had always loved the rain. Of course that could be because she was perfectly dry and not a drop touched her. A minor magical shield protected her, hovering just an inch from her body. She was a bright spot in the dreary forest, a tall figure clad in pure white. When the city of trees came into her view she smiled. She wondered if Darval was there waiting for her. If he was she was sure to get an earful of it, that was why she also had some of his favorite mushrooms and herbs with her. He had sent a message weeks ago that he was coming home to her again but then she had gotten an urgent summons that she could not ignore and had to leave. Knowing Darval though he hadn't been there long if he had even arrived yet. The Dwarf was notoriously late.<br><br>Even before the city came into view Mithnela frowned, knowing something was wrong. She sensed no life. She picked up her pace to a run until she came to the edge of the city. The white of her cloak and clothing melted away to become pure black as she cautiously snuck through the shadows, blending with them perfectly. She felt two spots of life in the tavern but that was it, everyone else was gone. Frowning, she turned into a black mist that flowed into the shadows. Using the shadows to travel she moved to a dark corner of the tavern. She couldn't help but grin when she saw Darval and Lorn. Using the shadows again she traveled to a spot just behind Darval. As she was becoming solid again she grabbed the bottle he had offered to Lorn and said in her silky voice, "Don't mind if I do, thank you my little love." Then took a gulp of the whiskey and held the bottle back out to Lorn, "I just returned myself. So everyone has gone and we don't know where they are?"
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				Post by: <strong>Kalab</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 07:58:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Sorry for startling you old friend, I am just not sure what to think of all of this. It is as though everyone left at once, it is beyond strange." Lorn was past distraught even to the point that he didn't even smile when Darval's flask flew into the air at his surprize. He reached to take the bottle offered by Darval when suddenly the air shimmered behind the dwarf right before Mithnella appeared to snatch the bottle for herself. Lorn accepted the bottle from Mithnella after she had taken a shot for herself and took a large swallow.<br>&nbsp;"It seems that is the case Mithnella, I searched a good bit of the city and found not a soul besides our furry friend Darval here." Lorn took another large swallow then passed the bottle to Darval before continuing. "From the condition of the coals of the fire in the palace which are contantly tended and the weakness of the scents I would guess they have been gone at least 48 hours, possibly more. Any trail they might have left will be washed away by the storm. I am considered a decent tracker by many but even I have my limits even in an animal form. Our only hope of finding them may be clues left within the city by their abducters, unless either of you have any ideas."
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				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 05:10:36</strong>
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				"Nela!!!&nbsp; You... mischievous elf Witch!!!&nbsp; I swear you two elves are going to be the end of me!!!"&nbsp; Darval said as he lept&nbsp; off of the table he had jumped up on when Mithnela suddenly appeared scaring him half to death.&nbsp; Then in a very rare show&nbsp; of un dwarf like behavior Darval went and wrapped his strong arms around Nela's thighs as he gave her a tight hug.&nbsp; "Thank the gods ye are well... and safe."&nbsp; Then to cover for his unexpected show of emotion he let go of Mithnela and said.&nbsp; "It would seem we are all in the mood for drink, let me go and see what other bottles might be laying about... and no Lord Lorn you do not have to worry, I have gold coins that I plan on leaving in exchange for whatever bottles we may use up.&nbsp; By the time Darval had rounded up a couple more bottles of whiskey and a large platter of cold cuts and cheeses he had found in the cold box along with several loaves of bread his two friends were already sitting at the closest table by the fire.&nbsp; After setting everything on the table Darval sat down next to Mithnela and patted her thigh under the table.&nbsp; Looking at Lorn he said, "I checked out a few of the homes when I first arrived after finding that Mithnela here was not at home.&nbsp; I found everything as you said they were at the palace.&nbsp; Meals left on tables and projects left unfinished but that was only with a brief glance in through windows that happened to be open.&nbsp; How do you propose we go about looking for clues Lorn?&nbsp; As you said yourself we wont be able to find anything outside... not at least till this infernal rain stops but I fear even then we shall not find much.&nbsp; Unless... well I might have just imagined it but as I was coming in to the city I could have sworn I saw a Unicorn.&nbsp; Mith know how to communicate with anything magical... maybe if this Unicorn is still around it may be able to tell us a little something of what happened if it happened to be staying in this area for any length of time."&nbsp; While he had been speaking Darval had been stacking cold cuts of all types along with several different kinds of cheeses onto half a loaf of bread.&nbsp; Darval took a large bite of his huge sandwich and moaned happily as he said around a mouthful of food, "Mmmmmmm now that hits the spot."
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				Post by: <strong>Kalab</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 21:52:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;Lorn watched as Darval made himself a mountain of a sandwich and thought about the fact that he hadn't ate anything but a few nuts and berries since he left Melandor. He began making a sandwich as he pondered Darval's question. "I'm not really sure what kinda clues to look for, investigations aren't really my stock and trade. From what I've seen so far it looks as though there wasn't even a struggle, its as if they just vanished so I would have to assume there was some kind of magic or sorcery involved. Maybe the archives hold some information on who would have that kind of power and would want to attack Enclaryln."<br>&nbsp;Lorn took a bite of his sandwich and felt his stomach growl as he chewed and swallowed in anticipation of having food within it once again. "I was thinking of asking the animals around the village if they saw or heard anything. They may be able to tell me where to find the unicorn and its possible I may be able to talk with it as well. I don't know what else to do besides that unless we just stumble upon something."<br>&nbsp;Lorn finished eating his sandwich and poured a flagan of mead to wash it down. "Mithnella, maybe you can detect some residue of magic and identify its source. The palace would possibly hold the biggest traces of magic since more people would have been gathered there than any other single place in the city."<br>&nbsp;Lorn moved to stand in the doorway of the pub and watched the torrential rain flood the city and possibly wash away any hope of finding his people. It was then that another thought came to him as he gazed into the downpour. He spoke to both Darval and Mithnella as he turned to face them. "Do you think its possible that whoever took the Elves may have also caused this rainstorm to cover their escape? If that is the case it would probably narrow down the number of suspects. I would imagine there are only a few beings capable of such a display of power."
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				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 05:17:21</strong>
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				Mithnella put her hand on Darval's when he patted her leg, glad he was here and safe too. She set about making herself a nice large sandwich as well. After Lorn spoke she nodded, "I feel magic in the storm but I didn't think anything of it because there are dragons and other beings who make storms at times. I will study it more once I eat. I will also investigate the city for any traces and speak with any magical creatures you cannot communicate with Lorn. We will figure out what happened here. Don't worry. But first..." She turned to the Dwarf with an angry expression, "Do you know how late you are? You were supposed to be here weeks ago. I've been waiting and worrying like you cannot imagine."
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				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 08:06:37</strong>
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				&nbsp; Just outside a cavernous cave nestled deep within the heavily wooded mountainside of Enclaryln, Wellisandra or "Wellsie" as she preferred, shook her long white flowing mane and tried to maintain her temper.&nbsp; Queen Brida le Ablach, the current ruler of a dwindling group of Fae that had lived in the region south of the Western sea since before time began, as well as her mother, didn't react kindly to Wellsie's repeated refusal to obey her "royal summons".&nbsp; <em>" P-p-p-lease,&nbsp; p-p-p-princess.."</em> the stodgy little gnome messenger pleaded with her after she'd gotten a good laugh by hanging him upside down in a nearby tree after his third attempt to serve her with the Official Parchment that "demanded" her presence in one weeks time...<em>or else</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Please what?" she chuckled as she magically released the invisible bindings that held him suspended 20 feet above the ground,&nbsp; enjoying yet another laugh at his expense when he came crashing headfirst into the mud. <em> Well, atleast he had a soft fall thanks to all this damnable rain!</em> she thought as she glanced skyward with a frown on her face.&nbsp; &nbsp;" T-t-there's t-t-rouble in the k-k-kingdom, p-p-princess" he mumbled awkwardly while doing his best to compose himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Trouble?&nbsp; What sort of trouble?" she asked as she eyed him suspiciously.&nbsp; She would not put it past her mother to use trickery in order to get her way, however Wellsie had sensed a disturbance on the wind as of late herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;"P-p-princess, the Q-q-ueen did not see f-f-fit to d-divulge any f-f-further information as I am only a-a-a m-m-messenger" " Oh dratted ballocks of a serpents loins!" Wellsie cursed as she stomped the water logged ground in frustration, spraying the gnome with mud.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Very well gnome, you may tell your royal heiness she will get her wish <em>this time</em>, but it will be <em> on my schedule</em>- not hers.&nbsp; I will be there when I get there!"&nbsp; And with that, Wellsie turned and in a flash of brilliant white light disappeared into the secret depths of her home.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 21:12:57</strong>
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				Seeing Mithnella's expression Darval had a difficult time swallowing his latest mouthful of food before sputtering.&nbsp; "What do you mean late?&nbsp; Everyone knows a Dwarf is never late... he always arrives when he means to... besides it wasn't my fault this time... I swear by my grandmothers beard it wasn't.&nbsp; &nbsp;I started out on time a few days early in fact because I wanted to surprise you but I ran into a few problems along the way.&nbsp; I decided to skirt the northern shore's of lake Radlick but was way laid by a small group of trolls who apparently wanted to add dwarf's to their menu.&nbsp; I managed to escape them only to fall into a deep well where I spent several days sipping on whiskey until a large Ent was kind enough to reach in and pull me out.&nbsp; By that time I was very hungry since it is very hard to catch anything to eat sitting in the bottom of a well.&nbsp; So I stopped in a small village for a quick bite to eat.&nbsp; I'm not sure how it happened but I ended up spending a week... well maybe two... eating salted pork and consuming great amounts of some of the best mead I had ever tasted.&nbsp; After all a Dwarf can't travel on an empty stomach after all.&nbsp; Maybe a few other things might have happened as well but I did finally arrive soaked to the bone only to find an empty Elf city."&nbsp; Darval finished his little tale of adventures and took a long 'sip' of his flagon of mead before belching very loudly.&nbsp; "Aw now that hit the spot."&nbsp; Darval said with a wide grin as he patted his belly contentedly.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Kalab</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 03:05:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;The rain had finally slowed to a light drizzle as Lorn stared out the door of the pub at nothing in particular. He was getting antsy hanging around the pub thinking he should be doing something but couldn't really think of anything that would help at the moment. The animals wouldn't be out and about until the rain stopped which thankfully shouldn't be long now by the looks of it. At least then he could talk with some of the animals and hopefully one or more of them had seen something.<br>&nbsp;"I know you will do everything you can Mithnella, they were your people too. I am just getting a little anxious to find out what happened. Patience has never been my strong point, I've always been a little spontainious, acting instead of thinking."<br>&nbsp;Lorn heard Darval telling of his adventures on his journey to Enclaryln and turned back towards them to hear his stories. He always enjoyed listening to Darval recount his adventures, he had such a way with words that always brought him a good laugh and right now he could use one.<br>&nbsp;Lorn was listening to Darval's adventures and actually having a good laugh when out of the corner of his eye he caught movement on the edge of the forrest. "I saw something on the edge of the forrest but I am not sure what it was." He stood at the doorway looking out into the trees but didn't see nothing so he moved out onto the walkway. "Maybe whoever or whatever it was saw something or knows something about what happened. I'm going see."<br>&nbsp;Lorn lept from the doorway and over the railing changing into a large hawk in mid leap and took flight. He made a few low passes around where he had spotted whatever it was and didn't see anything moving then on the next pass came in for a landing changing to a wolf as he neared the ground. Lorn sniffed around the ground until he came up with a fresh scent then changed back to elf form and yelled back at the pub from the trees. "I told you I seen something, I found a scent right here but not sure what it is! The really strange thing is that it is right here and no where else, it doesn't go anywhere!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 02:13:27</strong>
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				Darval stepped out of the pub and walked over to the rail of the walkway and said, "No lord Elf it is your weak constitution to strong drink that has you seeing and feeling things that are no there.&nbsp; Now get back up here and sit by the fire before what's left of your addled head freezes from being in the rain."&nbsp; Darval turned and went back into the pub muttering, "Fool of an elf... '...it is right here and no where else, it doesn't go anywhere... now we know why Elves drink so little... a few sips and their minds go bye bye."
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				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 06:07:38</strong>
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				Mithnella sighed and shook her head after Darval finished his tale, "Two weeks in an inn? You had me worried sick and then I got called away myself so I couldn't wait for you. I guess that was best though. I was occupied rather than just pacing about here wondering if I should go searching for you." She grabbed her napkin and wiped a bit of food from the Dwarf's face. She watched Lorn as he left and got up to watch him. When he called that he had caught the scent of something right there she chuckled at what Darval said and replied, "You know Lorn could likely drink you under the table because of his Elven metabolism. You stay here and get warm, I'm going to go see if I can find out anything else." She disappeared in a shadowy mist and appeared next to Lorn with her shield over both of them so he didn't get any wetter. She crouched down and put her hand to the ground, "There are some faint magical traces but I'm unsure what might have left them. I don't think it has anything to do with the disappearances though. There would be no reason for whatever did it to come back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalab</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 02:32:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;Lorn was listening to Mithnella when he seen it again from the corner of his eye hiding behind some thick brush. He knew it was the same being because he caught his scent on the breeze as the wind shifted. Whatever it was seemed to only be watching them for the moment but Lorn still had no idea of what it was or its intent.<br>&nbsp;Without any warning Lorn teleported behind the brush but it was gone already. Lorn scanned the area and seen the little fella up in a tree. Although Lorn had never actually seen one, it appeared to be a gnome. Then gnome quickly made an amazing jump to another tree when he realized he had been discovered. "That is why his scent seemed to disappear, with the ability to make a leap like that, his scent would just be gone."<br>&nbsp;Lorn teleported upward and towards his direction appearing as a sparrow and flew after the tiny gnome who lept to the ground and sped away. The little fella was fast and if not for Lorn's constant teleporting he would have quickly lost sight of him. Lorn had attempted to appear in front of him on several occassions only to have him quickly change direction and avoid capture.<br>&nbsp;The gnome made another of his seemingly impossible jumps and Lorn seen his chance as he teleported directly in front and a little below him. Lorn quickly grabbed the gnome's leg and teleported them safely to the ground. The little gnome kicked and flailed but eventually realized the futiliy of his actions and calmed down.<br>&nbsp;Lorn gazed smiling at the gnome amused by appearance while he had tried desperately to escape his grasp. "Don't worry little fella, I have no intention of harming you, I only want to ask you a few questions. For starters, what do you know of the fate of the Elves of Enclaryln? Do you know where they have gone?"<br>&nbsp;Lorn didn't feel the eyes that gazed upon him from deep within the cave. The wind carried no scent to him, as a matter of fact, the wind blew towards the cave keeping the scent from him.<br>&nbsp;The gnome seem to ignore his questions and threatened him instead. "You would do well to release me, I am protected by great magic."<br>&nbsp;Lorn transformed into a large werewolf and licked his lips before he spoke in a low growl. "Maybe it is the same magic that took my people. Perhaps I should eat you so that I may confront this magic and inquire the fate of my people from them."<br>&nbsp;"No! No! You would not want to eat me! Gnomes are well known for their bitter taste and we don't set well on the stomach. Anyway, I am barely large enough to make a snack. If I knew anything of your people I would tell you, surely you have to believe I would not lie to such a ferocious creature as yourself."<br>&nbsp;Lorn smiled a toothy wolf's grin as he chuckled which sounded quite menacing from the throat of a werewolf. "I am not sure what to believe of a gnome. I hear your kind are quite sly and adept in they ways of trickery. Perhaps all your words are lies and I should eat you just so that I won't be swayed by your cunning. You don't smell like you would taste so bad and what would a gnome know about a werewolf's tastebuds anyway?"<br>&nbsp;There was a thunderous rumbling that errupted from the tiny gnome that was actually felt by Lorn even in the leg in which he held up the little fellow. A more than foul stench drifted across the nostrils of Lorn which nearly caused him to lose the sandwich he ate not long before. The little gnome smiled his own toothy grin at his captor while he spoke. "My appologies, I get nervous when I am about to be eaten. Surely I don't smell so delictable now? Hehehe!"<br>&nbsp;Lorn had to turn to put the gnome downwind of him in an attempt to escape the stench. "Now that was uncalled for. Arhg. What could you possibly have eaten to create such an odor? Yuck! I think my mouth was open." Lorn switched back to his elven form to try and reason with the gnome. "Listen, we got off to a bad start, lets start over. I am not going to hurt you, I just want to find out what happened to my people. They have all disappeared by what obviously was some kind of magical occurence. I found you sneaking around the city, I think you have an idea of what happened to them. You help me and maybe we can find some way for me to help you. Surely there is something you desire? Are you hungry? We could sit and talk over a meal."<br>&nbsp;The gnome pondered the suggestion momentarily before he answered. "My stomach does feel a bit empty now. I say it would be a good place to start providing I wouldn't have to eat upside down. Its bad for my digestion."<br>&nbsp;"I will release you as long as you don't try to run, I can catch you again and I would be less likely to believe you next time." Lorn put the gnome down and watched as he staightened out his clothes, it was then that he noticed movement from within the cave.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 05:49:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Due to the direction of the winds at the moment, Wellsie could not remain hidden inside her home even had she wanted to.&nbsp; The atrocious stench courtesy of the addle-brained gnome would have successfully flushed even the most hardened of creatures out of hiding.&nbsp; The sudden appearance of the Elf and the subsequent dialogue between the two outside of her abode had not escaped her superior senses as she prepared for her journey.&nbsp; She'd done well over the years in keeping herself seperate from the happenings of both the mortal and the magical beings who shared these lands and it was quite irritating that in a matter of a single day, all her evasiveness would end in a confrontation after all.&nbsp; &nbsp;The blame,&nbsp; she decided, lay entirely with her mother and she had every intention of<em> thanking her properly for it too.</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" Unhand the gnome, Elf." Wellsie said as she walked casually out of the cave's entrance , her magical horn nearly glowing with unfathomable power and her ice bue eyes sparkling with mirth.&nbsp; Her melodious voice&nbsp; sounded intentionally bored and unconcerned- <em>which she truly was.</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;" Now that you've got my attention what exactly are you doing here - other than disrupting my solitude that is?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 07:19:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mithnella watched Lorn go chasing after the creature and decided to just let him do it. He could move quicker than she could. With a sigh she once again became one with the shadows and returned to the inn, appearing right next to Darval. She bent down and kissed his forehead as she sat next to him and said, "You really did have me worried you know. Don't do it again, hm?" She doubted even if he promised that it would happen. He was always late. She was always waiting for him. "You're just lucky I love you." she muttered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 10:10:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darval fumbled with the bandage he had been trying to&nbsp; re=wrap around his thigh after Mithnella had left.&nbsp; With her sudden reappearance Darval dropped one end of the bandage causing the part he had already wrapped around his leg to come undone to reveal the wound where one of the wooden spikes that had been in the bottom of the pit he had fallen in had pierced his thigh.&nbsp; Which was the real reason he had spent so much time at the village under the care of a stubborn healer who first threatened to tie Darval up if he did not lay still then followed through with his threat after bringing Darval back after his third escape attempt. Looking up at Mithnella with a sheepish smile he said, "I don't suppose we could keep this from Lorn... after all there is no need to worry him with such a little scratch."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 19:54:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mithnella looked concerned as she knelt by him and checked his wound, "This is more than a little scratch Darval. You should have told me. Here." She put her hands on his leg near but not on his wound. Her hands became warm and glowed softly. She took some of his pain away and helped it heal a bit more. Then she took the bandage and wrapped the wound for him. She patted his hand and smiled softly, "That will help a bit at least. If you insist I won't tell Lorn."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 01:06:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have had worse my love and have lived to tell about it.&nbsp; It is not that I don't want to tell Lorn I just think he has to much to worry about it as it is without having to worry about a little scratch on my leg."&nbsp; Darval sighed in relief as Mithnella took away some of the pain and smiled at her lovingly as he said, "My family thought I was completely off my gourd when I first told them I loved you... I am very glad I did not listen to them and decided to do something about the way I felt."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalab</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 01:25:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Lorn was surprized at the sudden Appearance of the Unicorn but did little to show it. He had grown used to sudden happenings with his spontainious nature. He assumed she was obviously an aquaintence of the Gnome from her request for his release.<br>&nbsp;"Ah, so the Dwarf wasn't having a drunken halucination, he indeed did see a Unicorn. Greetings Lady Unicorn,&nbsp; myself and the Gnome had just reached an agreement for his release. The agreement involved a meal and possibly some information on the fate of the people of Enclaryln. Tis a strange occurrence leaving no clues to the nature of its source. Perhaps you would have some tidbit of information of their disappearance?&nbsp; Either way, would you care to join us for a meal?"<br>&nbsp;Lorn had realized he was still holding the Gnome upside down by the leg. He thought of having a little fun and dropping him on his head but decided against it since the Gnome might know something of the fate of his people so he set him down on his feet then awaited the Uncorn's answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 20:42:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mithnella smiled at him and said, "Me too..." then she smiled more mischievously as she added, "Sometimes." She leaned over and kissed him softly. "I've missed you you know." she said softly, "I wish we weren't coming together under these circumstances. The world falling apart around us like it always seems to do. Wouldn't it be nice if for once we got to just spend some nice quiet time together? Would that be too much to as of the Universe?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 08:30:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Greetings Lady Unicorn,&nbsp; myself and the Gnome had just reached an agreement for his release. The agreement involved a meal and possibly some information on the fate of the people of Enclaryln. Tis a strange occurrence leaving no clues to the nature of its source. Perhaps you would have some tidbit of information of their disappearance?&nbsp; Either way, would you care to join us for a meal?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; Wellsie eyed him suspiciously for what seemed like an eternity before she finally responded.&nbsp; &nbsp;" A strange occurence, you say?" The elf had definately garnered her undivided attention.&nbsp; She remained still and stood regally,&nbsp; watching as he lowered the annoying gnome, <em> much, much too gently in her opinion</em>, to his feet.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" I've not heard of any trouble, <em>in particular</em>...but perhaps you'll tell me more of the situation..?" She sent a look of warning to the loose-lipped messenger then when it looked as if he was about to speak up, possibly refuting her statement.&nbsp; It was a look that held the promise of swift,&nbsp; painful retribution which he seemed to interpret accordingly as he lowered his head and backed a good distance away.&nbsp; She saw absolutely no reason to share the information regarding her imminent journey to her homeland, atleast not yet anyway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 08:53:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darval smiled and said, "The chances of that happening would be about the same as dwarven women not being born with beards.&nbsp; But there is one bit of news that might cheer you up a bit.&nbsp; I've sold my home under the mountain... so I am yours to keep forever... if you'll have me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 18:12:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mithnella held back her smile and looked thoughtful, "Well... I may have to think about it..." then she couldn't contain her bright smile any longer, "Of course I'll have you. That is wonderful news!" She leaned over and kissed him lovingly. She had wanted him to be hers for some time but he had always put it off and gave excuses, some better than others. Now he was finally willing to stay with her and they had to find out where all the Elves had gone. Maybe after this quest they could both finally retire for a time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalab</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 20:24:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Lorn watched as the Unicorn eyed the Gnome and how quickly he backed away, she was obviously his master in some way. The Gnome seemed more than willing to obey her without question.<br>&nbsp;Lorn kept a gracious distance from the Unicorn while he spoke because it was obvious that she did not care for strangers. "The situation is very strange and leaves many questions and no clues to its origion. I have only just returned from Melandor in an attempt to end the age old war between Elf and Man to find Enclaryln completely devoid of its inhabitants. It doesn't seem as though they left, it looks like they simply vanished. Their meals were left half eaten and there was no sign of any battle, I know my people would not have simply surrendered to any invasion without a fight, some sort of powerful magic had to be at work here. I know not what force is at work here but surely it will be directed at others besides the Elves. We are at war with no others besides the Men and the Orcs who rarely leave their caves in the mountains to the north and neither posesses power of such magnitude. I believe this to be an enemy we have yet to encounter and it is possible they may not be satisfied with the aquisition of the Elves, all could be in danger from this elusive new enemy."<br>&nbsp;Lorn could not tell if the Unicorn beleved or even cared about the events of his tale. He had never met a Unicorn but according to legends they are creatures posessing powerful magic and standing here in the presence of one he would have to believe that much was true. "Surely you have to believe that the perpetraters of this hainous act would dare not leave one so apparently powerful as yourself to roam free. I believe this to be only the beginning of dire days to come and all to be in danger. Anything you may know or any help you could provide could be a benafit to yourself as well."<br>&nbsp;Lorn had spoken all he knew and expressed his concerns of a growing threat. He knew nothing else to say to convince the Unicorn for her aid, she would say what she knew or send him on his way. He hoped the latter would not be the case for any aid in their quest would certainly be welcome.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 02:14:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darval filled two glasses with whiskey and clanked his glass against Mithnella's and said, "To us and new beginnings!&nbsp; Even if it is not quite what we might have hoped for them to be.&nbsp; We'll find your people then we can have the huge wedding you have always wanted to have and live happily ever after."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 03:55:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mithnella laughed, "Happily ever after huh? Well we can always hope at least." She drank down half the glass of whiskey then sighed. "I wonder what's taking Lorn so long... I hope he's ok. Maybe I shouldn't have let him go off alone." she said looking out the door with a worried expression.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 07:48:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Wellsie listened intently while he spoke passionately about his concern for his people, who if his account was indeed true, had literally disappeared without a trace.&nbsp; She wondered if the "trouble"her mother warned her of had anything to do with this situation..?&nbsp; &nbsp;It was not at all difficult to empathasize with his woeful plight .....yet,&nbsp; she found herself in a most awkward predicament as a result.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em> What, if anything should she share with the Elf concerning her imminent trip to the Fae lands?</em> as she was certainly not accustomed to social "niceties".&nbsp; <em>What was the protocol in a situation such as this?</em> And from his lean looking pockets, it didn't appear as if he'd brought any trinkets or "sparklies" with which to barter for information..<em>With what did he plan to tempt her with?&nbsp; His good looks?</em><br><br>&nbsp; After a few minutes of quiet pondering, she finally responded, &nbsp;" I can honestly tell you that I have no knowledge of the whereabouts of your kin or the forces behind their abduction, <em>however</em>, if there was ever a creature strong enough, powerful enough<br>and brave enough to find those answers in which you seek, it would be me." she said with complete confidence. &nbsp;" Now, I must leave you as I am needed elsewhere but I am willing to investigate on your behalf while on my journey and should I find out anything helpful, I will send word immediately."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalab</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 17:27:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Thank you Lady Unicorn for your time. It is apparent that you have matters of your own to attend, I pray the circumstances are not as dire as those that burden my own heart. I would be in your debt for any information about the fate of my people sent on your behalf. I bid you farewell and a safe journey for I must go as well, my own journey awaits."<br>&nbsp;Lorn bowed politely and disappeared only to appear above the trees in the form of a hawk and flew back towards the Elven city of Enclaryln. He was no closer to finding out about his people than the moment he arrived back from Melandor to an empty city. He could only hope that their search of the city would turn up some clue as to his people's fate.<br>&nbsp;Lorn entered the city and flew straight to the pub reverting to his natural Elf form as he glided in for a landing. "There is no need to worry Mithnella, I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 01:03:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darval had been about to reply when Lorn came back into the tavern so instead he directed his comment to him.&nbsp; "Never mind all that what did you find?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalab</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 11:14:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Lorn teleported inside the pub several feet away from Darval in order to reply to his inquiry. He paused a moment and waited for Mithnella to join them before he began speaking. "I found out that the Unicorn you saw was not an alcohol induced illision, I actually spoke to her. She had no information that could help to enlighten us as to the fate of the Elves of Enclaryln. She seemed in haste to be off on a journey of her own but said should any information fall upon her ears that she would send word of it to us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 18:26:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Great so we are no better off than we were before.&nbsp; Where do you think would be the best place to start looking for clues?&nbsp; I have only been here a few times visiting Mithnella... (with a sly smile Darval&nbsp; added) I seldom had much of a chance to get further than her bedroom to the kitchen."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalab</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 18:48:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"I propose that we begin our search at the palace, it had the strongest protection against magic. There was also a mage that dwelled within and could have left clues in his quarters, other than that, I really don't know. Would either of you have any suggestions?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 20:55:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; After ensuring that the Elf had truly departed and wasn't hanging about with too curious eyes, Wellsie conjured her magical cloud of smoke that would transform her sleek equaline form into that of her "true" Fey form so that she could gather the trinkets and belongings necessary for her journey to the Fae Lands.<br><br>&nbsp; It was during those few precious seconds between forms in which she was most vulnerable, the only time that her heightened senses could fail her.&nbsp; And it was during that metamorphasis that an evil and dreadful entity moved into position, just outside the protected circle of her domain where it watched...and waited with great malicious intent........ 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalab</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 19:56:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Pax fluttered lightly down to the tree branch alongside his lifemate Fae gazing off towards the Elven city. They had felt the Dark Magik enter the land and then they could no longer sense the Elves. They had went into hiding, masking their presence in hopes that they would not be detected. Then the torrential rains started and even in the rain they could feel the Dark Magik.<br><br>&nbsp;The rains had finally stopped and they had come out of hiding with only faint remnants of the Dark Magik lingering in the air. Pax followed Fae as usual towards the Elven city though he had little choice with her grip on his pecker. She always held on tightly to his little pecker when she was nervous which Pax never minded at all, he would have followed her regardless. Fae was his lifemate and the two had been seldom separated since childhood when their bond first began to form.<br>&nbsp;They stood side by side on the branch high in the tall fir tree with a clear view of the city. Pax gently rubbed Fae's teeny tiny ass while she subconciously stroked his little stiff member. They both had a habit of nearly constantly touching each other which had lots to do with their spending most of their day Frollicking about in the forrest. They could sense others within the city that had been vacant only a few days earlier. "There is Elven life within the city once again Fae, we should go see. Their life force is familiar." Pax and Fae actually didn't really need to communicate vocally, they nearly always knew what the other was thinking due to a lifetime spent together, but both seldom had a thought that went unvocallized.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 02:36:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Searching the palace sounds like quite an adventure I have always wondered how the more well off lived.&nbsp; And now that my belly is relatively full and I have the great company of shifty shape shifting elf and my beautiful Mithnella at my side I feel like I am ready to conquer the world.&nbsp; Well as long as there is always the promise of more food, ale and maybe some sex at the other end."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 23:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mithnella had been sitting silently and suddenly looked intently off toward the forest, "I feel something dark and wicked flickering in the forest... wait here." Her clothing turned black and she melted into the shadows, traveling in an instant to the area she felt the evilness coming from. She still hid within the shadow masking her presence as she looked for the center of this evil. Now that she was closer she also felt the barrier of light the Fay was giving off. Could that be the Unicorn Lorn was talking about? She wasn't sure but she ignored that for now, focusing instead on finding the wickedness.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leighdy</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 11:04:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fae tugged on Pax lightly.. her soft little hands gliding across his flesh.. she gazed out at the Elven city pondering their next path... she shivered softly.. the press of that dark magik finally easing it's presance.. nipples pointing hard from her pert breasts.. Fea had initially nodded and fluttered up.. Pax's pecker still gripped firmly in her hand when she fluttered back.. pulling him along almost comically with her.. hiding again behind some leaves.. peering intently to the left.. her thoughts began to race a bit.. "what's that over there.. it's not nice.. come Pax let's go quickly.. " her body shivered and shimmered a bitt.. then she was gone from the eyes of all but Pax.. tugging him towards her as she pulled him along once more from the trees whisping quickly towards the city.. aiming for the lifeforce that emitted from little pub near the edge.. flitting inside swiftly and landing softly to a beam across the ceiling.. looking down on the inhabitants cautiosly while still gripping fimly to Pax.. stroking him lightly once more as she tiptoed across the beam...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mysterious Events (The story)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 13:55:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After Mithnella had left Darval looked over at Lorn who seemed content to stand over by the fire place.&nbsp; "Tell me my friend Lorn why is it that you Elves always seem to feel or sense something then always vanish quickly.&nbsp; I swear as long as I have known the two of you I still cannot figure it out."&nbsp; Darval pored himself some more whiskey from a near by bottle and actually only sipped it for a change instead of gulping it down as was his norm.&nbsp; 
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