TULK: Underway To Sona
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				Title: <strong>TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>03-06-2014, 08:47:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"> <strong><span class="bbc_u">Archlen Woods </span></strong> <br><sub>It is said, 'All roads point through Sona, there y'll find 'Opportunity' incarnate'. If so, then where does that leave you?<br>&nbsp;- Valin Trishaux, Philosopher, philanthropist, and author. An except from his tome, 'The Query of Noircliff'</sub> <br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/Unfathomed/Tulk/Sona-Maze_zps05c4d28d.jpg)</div><br><br>Beyond the sweet waving plains, frosted mountains, serene forests, and mist rolling marsh, here stands the dense flora of the Archlen Woods. Surround the territory of Sona and it's only major city, a place where the law is under the employment from the Council in Noircliff Academy, keeping the roads safely maintained for traveling merchants and talents to come flooding in. Due to the rich or exotic treats brought through these various worn paths,&nbsp; it wasn't long before crime attempted to establish itself and wild animals uncommon to the North would be attracted to the smells and animal tracks.<br><br>The trail is hard, packed dirt with wheel and hoof indentions all over the tightly packed surface, winding through the maze like forest paths. Some of the trails break off to narrower paths leading to streams, grassy dips, and little coves, broken branches are the tale signs of people or animal going astray. Seldom would any see a flower, most of the flora hosts berries and various inedible seeds. Shrubs growing spiny branches against the foot of a black and grey trunks, hedging a wall between the knoll like overgrowths and fallen logs covered with lime green lichen. Spots of sky and sunlight rustle with dark shadows on the ground, the dense canopy above allowing a sheltered ease from the elements. <br><br><br>[ <strong>Objective:</strong> Post you're introduction. From there, I will pull you into at least 2 combat situations randomly; One is easy, another will be harder, etc. Although no one is traveling together, you can meet up at the Tavern and decide be solo or party up to City of Sona. At which, that will be your resting spot until the next day where you continue. Be Brave and Don't die, my friends!]<br><br>Map of Tulk (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/Unfathomed/Tulk/Untitled2_zps56aa93e6.png)
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>03-06-2014, 22:49:43</strong>
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				Gra'ak had been following this trail, this winding path towards Soma. His legs ached from all the constant walking though he was thankful to have at least boots upon his feet. His kept his eyes upon the ground though not because he was lacking self confidence but because he did not wish to lose sight of the markings of the trail. He saw how many people had lost their way just by the deviations off the road and as such he was following the wagon trails in hopes of finding the city. Snacking upon some dried jerky which was perhaps one his few luxuries on this road beyond the weapon he carried and the light weight armor he wore on his back he pulled his eyes up to make sure he tries and mind his surroundings. Between avoiding getting lost or ambushed he did not know which of the two was more dangerous.<br><br>He was coming to Soma to try and gain entry into the academy. He was no brave soldier though he fancied himself to have the spirit, no claim of a noble though he studied to be able to socialize as one. He had ran off from his local lords whom held power over him and every peon like him. He wasn't sure if he would be missed but he hoped that wasn't the case. After all what is one peasant to a noble but another piece of property to lay claim to? His hopes were that all his savings were not for naught. He had banked everything upon gaining entrance and as such he was not going to rest until he managed it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>03-06-2014, 23:50:50</strong>
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				It was starting to feel like smooth sailing, beside his barking dogs slapping against the hard, uneven ground. All his hopes lay in a distant country away from Te'Lon. Traveling through Royale wasn't too hard for him, most of it were humans whom were just as poor as he was and honestly, he wasn't hte only orc to stroll through. It was in Eta'emi, the last settlement he ran into a day and a half's journey behind him, that offered him hope of being half way there.&nbsp; At his rate, he should be at the city before sundown - tomorrow....<br><br>Well, it'll be the first Major city he'll ever be able to see with a sea of new faces, smells, and tools. He also seen from the map in his Tome that the city and hte academy was surrounded by the Hellion Ocean! There were no large bodies of water where he came from, only ponds and orc-made lakes, they all relied on the stormy sky and hope there wouldn't be a drought.<br><br>Yet a noisy bickering from up ahead could pull his attention from the path under his feet.&nbsp; It looked like a female Oran and a young Elven male was arguing over cultural differences. Not a good place for him to be, honestly, as the elf looked right at him and went quiet. <br><br>" - I dun' know wut de hell yer thinkin', but blood is blood, Talvin. -Hey, ya lis'en ta meh?" The Oran started as she was left arguing without the Elf snapping at her. She looked and saw the orc, then looked at the Elf with a temperate glare. " Ya oughta go back, Tal. "<br><br>" Why not find your own way home." The Elven bloke started. " You!" He started with challenge. " You. Turn back home or meet your fate here. As I was tellin' her, dis road is closed to Orc-kin today. The Talia Settlement is not accepting anymore of your kind."&nbsp; He thundered with a firm growl, taking an offensive stance with his bow in hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 01:16:00</strong>
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				Upon his approach of the situation he could hear the heated debate between an elf and an Oran. He had hoped to simply pass by unmolested but it seem the elf had a bit of a keen hatred for his kind with how he was speaking and how the elf stared at him. Gra'ak placed one hand upon the hilt of his sword and holds up his other hand. He wasn't looking for a fight from this elf though he would defend himself if he needed to. His sword had been drawn as a precaution but his tone was not aggressive. His voice had a rumbling quality to it, such as the resonance of thunder in the heavens. <strong>"Sir I am not looking for any trouble but I must pass. I have no intention of settling here nor dying here."</strong> He said with hopefully his reluctance to fight being made clear. He had no problems being threatened by someone whom clear was an angry blowhard and it would prove nothing to hurt him in conflict. <strong>"I am making my way to the city of Sona."</strong> He said to make his intentions plain and simple so that even the most stubborn people understand. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 03:45:01</strong>
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				The Elven was standing his ground firm, even as the orc draw his sword, his brow knit tight to prepare for combat. Yet the Orc merely wanted to pass on the open road, no conflict as he guarded himself. The orc tongue is always something rough and their voice always spoke savage to his ears.<br><br>" Whoa, wait a minut'. Talvin, just let him go on. I'm heading d'here already and I'm sure meh Papa can put 'im up at the forge. " The female attempted to soothe the situation, yet she did not seem concerned as much as she seemed annoyed. <br><br>" Yes, I'm sure you like to stick to your kin, but this does not concern you. Go home." THe Eleven man started before turning back to the Orc, hearing he wanted to travel to Sona. He arched a brow and the woman looked a bit surprise. " You can come by tomorrow, you're no merchant, so the road is closed."<br><br>" He may be going ta de Academy, ya can't imped'em." She butted in again, but the Elven was ignoring her. <br>" Leave." Now it was unclear to which he was talking to, but he was setting his words in stone with a warning in swiftly threading his bow and taking aim. A blue gale rustled up and brought with it a softly glowing white light at the tip of of the ironwood arrow.<br><br><br><br>Enemy Assessment: <br><br>Enemy: Talvin<br>Descript: Blonde, brown eyed, willowy-looking Elvan male in leather covered with a green tunic, brown leggings. Has a dagger on his right hip.<br>Tech Activated: ???<br>HP: ??&nbsp; MP: ??<br><br>Weapon, E:<br>Hand-made Bow<br>Elvan Arrow, Quiver [10]<br><br>[<strong>OOC Note</strong>:&nbsp; LH, you can Take the Offense or Defense. If you want to attack, then you Roll your Sword Skill, it'll determine if you hit. Then roll damage. If you use a spell, follow it's stated rules.&nbsp; If you want to take the defense, it gives you a +1 armor to on-coming attack.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 05:14:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/b42b378e9aa62eb2e6ea2d76b4061941_zps75c25a1a.jpg)<br></div><br><em>Faori sighed slightly and stretched her gloved hands listlessly beneath the crop of crimson locks which made up her hair.&nbsp; She reminded herself for the fifteenth time that, no matter how boring it proved to be, this was the safest way to make her way to Sona.&nbsp; <br><br>She had been laying amid the leafy branches for a good hour now, waiting for a passerby to... well... pass her by.&nbsp; The well worn paths leading to Sona were reasonably well travelled but, as a result, also reasonably often ambushed, and the elf knew all too well that all manner of brigand, beast, and bastard could be lying in wait somewhere in the encroaching woodlands, waiting for the unwary traveller to pass by.&nbsp; The solution, to this problem, of course, was to await the arrival of some such unwary traveller and ghost after his or her movements... letting them flush out potential banditry while the elf remained in the relative safety of concealment.<br><br>It was a good plan... but was horrifically boring!&nbsp; Sitting up upon her tree's branch, she kicked her booted feet back and forth while she straddled the firm wood.</em>&nbsp; "Someone hurry up and get to moving down this road..." <em>she muttered to herself,</em> "the lack of stimulation up here is bringing me to tears..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 05:19:02</strong>
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				As strong as Gra'ak was he knew he wouldn't be able to outlast an archer if he simply kept defending. As such he would get aggressive and quickly as he rushed forward intent on closing the gap. With determined eyes he extends his blade to his side and swings it once he got within striking distance attacking not just once but twice. He would slash once over but uses the flat of his blade to try and stagger him back over the chest. Then the second strike comes with a swift pivot and turn and comes down upon the skull braining him with the flat of the blade. He was attacking but pulling his punches because as bigoted as this elf was the orc still saw himself as a knight and should defend himself but hopefully spare Talvin.<br><br>Invokes: Double Slash. -15 MP<br><br>Current HP: 75/75<br>Current MP: 20/35<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Roll Witness</div><div class="spoiler_body">No modifiers being used with these rolls.<br><br>Swordplay Roll 1: At 2014-06-03 22:15:58, Laughing Hyena (uid: 10552) rolls: 2d4 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59153)<br>Swordplay Roll 2: At 2014-06-03 22:16:04, Laughing Hyena (uid: 10552) rolls: 2d4 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59154)<br><br>Longsword Roll 1: At 2014-06-03 22:18:12, Laughing Hyena (uid: 10552) rolls: 1d10 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59155)<br>Longsword Roll 2: At 2014-06-03 22:18:20, Laughing Hyena (uid: 10552) rolls: 1d10 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59156)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 08:31:02</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Gra'ak</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>The elf bravely stands his ground as the Oran backed away to the tree line. Gra'aks' first swing almost missed, the Elf leapt back with his stance is on defense as if he is protecting himself. Only slightly off balance from the bare smack to his side, but he still maintains focus. The Second swing comes quickly and the elf has no choice but to try and block with his bow, but it was too slow as he was settling his footing. A ringing in his elongated ears made his teeth grit , lifting the bow and firing at that male orc whom was over a arm's length from him. The white ball shimmered at the release and as soon as it punched into the orc's skin, it vanished into a white light.<br><br><br>Breaking Down Combat<br><strong>1st Hit - Dodge Success</strong><br>&nbsp;Oreida Wesker (uid: 651) rolls: 2d4 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59161)<br>Dodge Skill roll (3) + Armor [2]; Doesn't hit.<br><br><strong>2nd Hit: Block Fail</strong><br>At 2014-06-04 01:00:35, Oreida Wesker (uid: 651) rolls: 2d4 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59162)<br>Block Roll (2) + Armor (0); PC Hits. NPC has no Helmet, armor 0.&nbsp; &nbsp;5 - 2 = Deals 3 damage<br><br><strong>Attacking</strong><br>At 2014-06-04 01:27:19, Oreida Wesker (uid: 651) rolls: 1d7 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59167)<br>Firing Long Bow Tech: Long Bow Dmg Roll (4) + Tech (x2) + Agi bonus (+1)<br>Total Incoming Dmg: 9<br><br><br>[GM Note: From here you can take the hit. With your armor [5], you'll only take 4 dmg from that 9.] Then the second move is yours.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 08:50:11</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Faori</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br>It's so peaceful. Isn't that just so painfully boring to a spritely Elven damsel like herself. There wasn't any birds chirping, perhaps that also tipped her off that there was someone around here. How could it escape her ears, not to mention, thanks to the dense canopy, she didn't have to worry about the bright light or direct feeling of heat on her smooth cool skin.&nbsp; She didn't seem to have much problems in coming down from Kriss, but the journey west wasn't as exciting as she thought it would be.<br><br>"How you think I feel." earthy, rumbling tone came out of nowhere, and yet it was close by-right behind her. THe Tree shuddered, and started to tip back, the creaking of branches and crackling of crisp bark as the tree yawns. Tree, oh no, it was an Ent, a elder guardian of the woodlands,and she seemed to have been resting upon 'his' crooked nose. Dark holed opened and they stared hollow and unblinking at her as a squirrel popped out and ran further up it's branches. " I, myself, received a raw deal. Alas, white elf, who may you be? Are you, like others, moving toward the sea?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 12:37:09</strong>
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				Gra'ak gave a sharp growl as he felt whatever it was that white orb was, hit him straight in the shoulder. No arrow but pure magic and it stung like hell making his shoulder smolder with a bit of smoke. Whatever that was, it burned like hell and Gra'ak knew he had to take this elf out of the equation. The speed and his archery needed to be taken out of the equation and as such he was going to force him out of the comfort zone. The idea behind this was to try and grab hold of the elf by the tunic and then curl him into a head lock with the sword held at the side. <strong>"Give up."</strong> He warned as he was not about to die just to remain merciful so if the aspiring peasant had to, he would make sure the elf regrets the encounter. Of course catching the elf might be a problem.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Roll Witness</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wrestling Attempt: At 2014-06-04 05:33:59, Laughing Hyena (uid: 10552) rolls: 2d6 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59170)<br><br>(Not sure what goes into this so if theres any modifier I am missing from this left me know.)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 18:40:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/049/2/4/dragon_boy_by_sakimichan-d4q2z34.jpg)</div>The dry afternoon sun filtered its way through jade-like leaves, causing a dappled pattern of cool shadows and shade to form alongside the burning light. The was a slight warm wind that brought with it the deep earthy smells and sounds of the forest. <br><br>Along the dusty path, a tall, slender figure in strange garments strode along with a strange gait halfway between the humble confident shuffling of a monk and the arrogant braggadocios stride of a noble, aided by a plain walking stick. His flowing silken robes, green, white, and gold, showed the marks of long travel. In addition to the silk robes, he wore a conical hat of bamboo to keep off the sun and shouldered a large pack. He walked looking down at the path rather than in front of him, but the way his sharp ears twitched indicated that he was listening to his surrounding rather than seeing them.<br><br>Hearing the sounds of leaves rustling, he jerked his head up, angling his golden eyes in the direction of the noise. A deer slipped away into the forest. Sighing, he looked back down. This place was making him a bit nervous. He had always had vague premonitions of the future, and now something in the back of his head was warning him that there were dangers in this forest. The feeling had been growing for awhile now. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"Sona: an Academy to unlock greatness."</span> He muttered to himself. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"Or so the message would have me to believe. I wonder what threats I will face before I ever see those promised halls?"</span> So asking, he looked up again, gazing forward along the path.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 22:37:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/1469882-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>The fresh air and shadow casting&nbsp; trees of the forest were something that Ilian was not used to and in his head, he considered how it might turn out to his disadvantage. There was no denying it, he had to get out of the forest fast, there was way to much occassion for an assassination. Hell...the more Ilian considered it, the more he realized that, was he hunting someone, there'd be no better place to start an assault. His only hope was to hide from plain view. If he saw a potential attacker first, he might turn the trap around and Ilian was sure that someone was send after him. You don't do the kind of shit he did without making at least a few enemies willing to pay for his demise.<br><br>At least the smell was more pleasant than in the city. Ilian could recognize the smell of lavender, resin, grass and wood in the air, composing a relaxing smell...that is...it would have been relaxing had Ilian not kept worrying over the strength of it and how it might mask an attacker even further.&nbsp; Ilian gulped at that thought. Rumaging in his little possessions he found the message. The one that gave him the reason he had needed to break with his old life. Back then he figured he might be safe at the place named, but on the way, he understood how foolish that was. He made a life-changing and possibly -ending decision on a random piece of paper that appeared one day without any kind of proof that there even was a place named Sona, except for a map, that might very well be forged.<br><br>At this point Ilian even considered not going ther for it could be a trap, just as well as a new home. The thing that kept him from&nbsp; changing his direction was merely the fact that he knew no other place to go and a curiousity that at this point seemed stronger then his will to survive. Actually...he figured a death by some trap might be just, but on the other hand he would refuse to die, before making amends for his past. However he would need strength for that, more then he currently had. If there really was the possibility to unlock some hidden potiential inside him, like the message suggested, it was well worth the risk. Even more since Ilian would never be able to consider himself the kind that died of old age.<br><br>As he ducked below the branches, his hand would keep moving to his dagger, quietly cursing himself for not having brought more weapons than this one. Hell...he even brought a quill. As much as Ilian loved the written word, he seriously doubted that a quill was indeed mightyer then the sword. Plus...he was tired. Hopefully he'd reach that place soon and maybe get something reminescent of a bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 23:15:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/b42b378e9aa62eb2e6ea2d76b4061941_zps75c25a1a.jpg)<br></div><br><em>Faori took a moment to comically blink as she slowly shifted her eyes back and forth, the unexpected noise sounding entirely too close to her to be of much comfort.&nbsp; Eventually, her instincts to keep still and not reveal her position were overwhelmed by the logical part of her brain which insisted that, if the voice were talking to her, it probably bloody well knew where she was!<br><br>Shifting about, the elven-duelist twisted her hips and kicked one leg up and over the branch, shifting her frame so she sat across the Ent's nose sidesaddled and glanced down towards him, shifting her head slightly and letting her long crimson locks shift slightly across her face.&nbsp; She wrinkled her nose slightly as she considered his words and then responded</em>&nbsp; "Moon Elf.&nbsp; White Elf sounds too much like Wight Elf, and the last thing I need is for people to go and think I'm some sort of undead!&nbsp; Next thing you know some bloke with a crossbow is riding around trying to find me and then what would I do?"<br><br><em>She shook her head, grinning softly at her own attempt at mirth, then looked into the Ent's eyes.</em>&nbsp; "As for the sea... what in the world would use would I have for the ocean?&nbsp; I'm not precisely dressed for a day at the beach, you know, and I'm packing a bit light for it in any event!&nbsp; Naaah, I'm planning on making my way into Sona and find out what all the excitement about this academy is really about.&nbsp; Only so many stories can reach an ear before you go and decide to want to learn the truth of them yourself!"<br><br><em>Faori smiled slightly.&nbsp; Were she more polite, she would likely move to ask the Ent about his life, plans, thoughts, or at least seem a little less self-absorbed.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she wasn't.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 01:16:52</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Gra'ak (Note)</div><div class="spoiler_body">In wrestling, the Formula is.<br>Skill Roll + 1/2 Str + [mods] = TN<br><br>Your's:<br><strong>4 + 3 + 0 = 7 TN</strong><br><br>The Elf has to beat your TN to break out of it, by rolling:<br>Skill Roll + 1/2 Str + Mod = Success/Fail<br><br>Elf:<br><strong>0 + 1 + 0 = 1</strong> <em>Fail</em><br>Has no skill in Unarmed/Wrestling/Escapist/Counter skills, str is 3, and no items that gives a mod. <br></div></div><br>The elf grunted, his bow useless he drops it in favor of making a vain attempt to remove the large arm from around his neck. Teeth grit he gave a mild grunt, the idea perked to stab the knife from his belt into the orc's leg, but that sword was a bit too close for comfort t this particular point. He was only for road duty, not to handle this ruffian so fully. " Dama tes sharra! Fine, I yield. Release me, brute and you can go to town." He coughed, straining his voice a touch at the pressure.&nbsp; The Oran female moved in a bit with a furrow on her brow, waving her fingers slightly. <br><br>" Please, do let him go. He's arrogant, but I'm sure meant well in his duty, even if it is a little shaded." A light pinch of concern was in her tone, her hand sweeping behind her. " I can guide you there. It's not too far..."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Liltahyanda</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f6/54/e9/f654e9086747e1ec3aad7a7c85836b34.jpg) <strong>The Wandering Bard</strong></div></div><br>The green of the valley was serene, lush with vivid colors that it might have hurt his eyes if he was looking upon them too closely. He could heard the birds above, fidgeting with their nests and going a little quiet as he approached to peer down at him. Flutter of wings ceasing until after he passes, they continue to croon and sing, bouncing from branch to branch, or scraping their beaks and talons against he thick bark. The nimble deer took his attention for&nbsp; moment, in such&nbsp; lovely woodland, he was feeling jumpy and nervous, those ears seem to bring him to a nervous edge.. <br><br>Yet maybe he wasn't wrong in the fact of something being out here..<br><br>He can hear a voice, saying something... It was almost like a whisper, something he didn't know was there, but it grew a little more audible as a .. Lyric? Was there a bard or minstrel in the woods? It was a woman singing in company to a lute, but then it started to fade again as if the melodious woman was moving away from his location. Well, perhaps that was the most excitement he'd see in a while. As long as he styed on the path, he'd certainty be alright. There seemed to be a rather interesting rock formation up ahead, sitting beside the path that seemed to defy nature. Perhaps it was man made. It looked lime green moss was flowering a small blanket of white blossoms with pink centers. It looked like four stones made a cross with a fifth on top of the center where a large purple flower sat, sprouting saw-ridged leaves that even looked a little sharp...<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 02:19:52</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ilian</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>It was not unheard, most people didn't know about Sona whom wasn't well off, a merchant, or one of the elder races despite the fact it was the first major city. It was so exclusive that Noircliff Academy was suppose to be a legend lost in history, a mystical school of heroes that was never in the same place twice, but that could all be hogwash. He never personally knew of anyone whom seen it, but with the kind of crowd he had resigned with didn't seem the type to follow the rules of others.<br><br>As this stood, he's old life could still be catching up to him, it must be the only thing to worry about given his abrupt departure. It must be his paranoia as his tattoo even got an itchy feeling that burned&nbsp; a bit into his shoulder. Then again that could be a bug bite.&nbsp; Coming up from the south, his argent journey wasn't close to being over, there should be a town coming up that was the half way point to the City of Sona.<br><br><em>Sploosh!</em><br><br>It came out of nowhere and there was no warning, he was hit! Liquid fell out everywhere, cold and chilling, this was it, the final curtain! He was going to die right here among the sticky sweet smelling earth of emerald bladed grass! Oh, what cruel world to have him perish before ever reaching&nbsp; place of freedom. -Wait, it's just water... Looks like he was hit with a very thin skinned watery vessel and someone- No, correction; somebodies were giggling about it. It was his Fae-blood that allowed him to see the outline of their bodies through the dense, dark canopy, to his eyes, the magic was like&nbsp; light as it would be nothing to everyone else. They fluttered around above him, thinking they were out of sight, stopping to throw an item at him from different angles. [TN: 5]<br><br><strong>Combat Notes:</strong><br>Roll your Skill Reading Movements to Evade<br>Formula: Skill + 1/2 Agi [mod] = Beat TN] <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Faori</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br>Listening, the tree stared, not needing to blink as it watched the pale elf perching upon his nose more comfortably.&nbsp; A moon elf, she claimed to be with pride, mentioning the other term might get a bounty on her head, though he could say for certainty he's never heard of a Wight elf and would never want to run into one. Death brings plague, and he was happy to be right where he was. <br><br>" Stand your ground, or avoid being found. Heavy be the heart that is hunted for gold, for their head is the way their fortune is sold.." The Tree agreed with a touch of concern that a misspoken word would get the little elf in trouble. He started to sway a little, a crackle as his bark creaked and moss snapped as he started to stand. His thick trunk was actually knees pulled up to his chest, those his roots stayed firmly planted as they began to rise above the canopy until&nbsp; she could see the sun setting just two fingers over the horizon. The lights of Talia, the little nameless settlement marked on the map with a black diamond. It wasn't far, perhaps another mile up the road, though she could see what he was talking about. Sixty feet up in the air, she could smell warm, salty air from the ocean in the north, but it looked like it would be miles before she would get there.<br><br>" Ah, while I am rooted and have not travelled, mysteries of what lay beyond become unraveled. Stories and tales all circle my way, such secrets whispered will no longer stay. So leave me here 'fore dark, darling moon elf. Go North of Sona and find secrets yourself.." He offered a hand to take her down to the branches below. " Perhaps one day, we'll meet again. And at that time, for me, a story you will mend. I must go to the woodland and it I must defend, the night is coming and so much is&nbsp; there to attend.&nbsp; Good bye, little elf, good bye. " The large creature murmured, waiting to make sure she sees herself off before it got too much darker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 05:12:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/049/2/4/dragon_boy_by_sakimichan-d4q2z34.jpg)</div>The young elven traveler had a great many interests that could have been exploited to lure him out of his caution, but the sounds of a lute playing was the most potent of all of them. Liltahyanda was passionately fond of music, even more than his fascination with magic and the arts martial he was vulnerable to the promises of a melody. A woman singing to the sound of a lute, now that was something worth leaving the path for. He quickly dug out his own lute and began to try to recreate the sound that he had heard, humming the tune as he walked along, foreboding forgotten. Not being able to accurately recreate it, he instead switched to one of his own tunes and began to sing (http://www.omniglot.com/songs/gaelic/ceudsoiridh.php) rather softly. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"<em>Ceud soiridh soiridh, bhuam na e hò hao oho, Gu strath m'eòlais na hi ri rirì ò, o-hi ò 's a-bho roho, e hò hao oho</em>."</span><br><br>He noticed the rock formation, of course, but it seemed relatively unimportant. Though that flower, though... After a few seconds of thought, he stopped strumming and examined it more carefully. He looked around the forest again. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"Hello? Is anyone out there? Does anything mind if I take this flower?"</span> He touched it experimentally,&nbsp; being careful not to cut or poison himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 11:21:16</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Roll Witness</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2014-06-09 02:29:08, Galanthor (uid: 14292) rolls: 2d4a2 DC: 5 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59429)</div></div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/1469882-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>He could see it! he could see the the tiny movement in the outlines. It was clear as day, Ilian guessed that they thought themselves invisible and didn't try to hide their intent for that matter...or...they just never learned how to mask it. Anyways, knowing where they would aim, made it easy to evade and trusting in his analytic skill he made as few movement for it as he could. A nudge of his head here, a step to the side there, all while watching the shapes around him. They were fluttering shapes, seemingly build of magic, even to his eyes barely visible.<br><br>It didn't take long to deduce what exactly was "attacking" him. He was so sure in fact that he didn't even so much as frown at them, because he was right, he wasn't in too much danger right now. This was more of a cheap trick played on him, then an actual assasination, because whatever the item was, they threw at him...it didn't seem to be a weapon.<br><br>"I know, this is fun, but...", he began softly, casual evading another throw and trying to act as bored as possible "...could you stop that? Half of me is a fairy as well and i kinda can see you which sort of makes this whole thing boring. However...if you insist on playing this little game..." <br><br>He paused, a nasty looking dagger appeared in his hand as he looked straight at the next shape he presumed to throw at him next. Yellow eyes glared, glowing slightly as if a fire behind them awakened. His lips formed a malicious grin. He looked very much capable of anything, murder being one of the more pleasant things among them. An unspeaken thread was carried in his gaze.<br><br>"...I'll have to end it."<br><br>It was a bluff, he wouldn't hurt them more then needed and surely no more than he could heal them afterwards. There was enough blood on his hands and Illian considered the fairies more his kin, than humanity. He really hoped that they wouldn't consider getting cut into shreds being "fun". <br><br>Tightening his grip around his dagger, his slided apart, giving him a slightly crouching stance. They wouldn't surprise him and neither would he allow them to slow him down much further. If he was followed, every second would count.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 02:12:54</strong>
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				Gra'ak would kindly let go but only after removing the dagger from the elf's possession with a firm push that way he couldn't get attacked again. After all he was standing over the bow. He wouldn't destroy the weapon or such but he would make sure the elf could not simply attack him after the guard had been dropped. He dropped the dagger at his own feet and sheathed the sword. With a deep exhale to let the rush of adrenaline come down from his lungs, the aspiring to be knight would turn his gaze to the Oran. <strong>"I would appreciate it my lady and I had no intention of harming him. Though he may want something cold for the welt before it bruises."</strong> He said referring to the sword smack he gave the elf with the first blow. Now with his mind cleared of any assumptions of a sneak attack from the aggressive elf he would step away from the discarded weapons and approaches the woman. <strong>"Please lead on."</strong> He said with a much more kinder expression now that he was not being threatened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 09:18:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/b42b378e9aa62eb2e6ea2d76b4061941_zps75c25a1a.jpg)<br></div><br><em>Faori let out a little sigh, looking in askance towards the Ent and crossing her arms under her breasts.</em>&nbsp; "Mrmmm... I was trying to wait for something to come along and screen my approach... if I go and get way'ed or laid, it is totally going to be your fault you know!"<br><br><em>She sighed, slightly.&nbsp; It was really no good... if this thing were about to move, then she certainly couldn't stick around here.&nbsp; She shook her head slightly, then took a gingerly leap onto the pro-offered branch, putting her hands on her hips and adjusting the blade slung across her butt.&nbsp; She could hole up in the town and head out as a group until she actually made it to Sona... she supposed.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>21-06-2014, 22:51:02</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Gra'ak</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><br>The elf seemed a bit pissed at being disarmed, though he held it in. Gra'ak shoved him away and Talvin kept his distance.&nbsp; &nbsp;He glared and waited for the man to step away from his weapons before&nbsp; the guard would collect them.<br><br>" Lelu." The Oran smirked as he approached, and while she didn't honestly feel like a lady, it was nice change to be treated as one. &nbsp;" And Talvin's fine, that pride o' his keeps him frosty." Leading on, her hands folded behind her back as&nbsp; they walked on. " What's your name? I don't remember if you said it, that was kind o' distracting back there."&nbsp; Sounded a bit absent despite her curiosity, wondering if this would bring any repercussions from the City of Sona if not Noircliff itself.&nbsp; Maybe a slight warning or a lecture of the guards if the word got to them.&nbsp; " Hope ya don't take it ta heart, Settlement Talia is rather... Rowdy. Intentionally." <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Faori *Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">You can fight if you want to, just incase you didn't understand the way it was formatted above, with Laughing Hyena.</div></div><br>" Waiting gets one no where, Elfling, precious time flees when off thou stare. Tis not my place to rush thee along, nothing is here aside&nbsp; myself.... And a bullfrog." The Ent rumbled with a low groan of his creaky bark as the elf was a bit reluctant in going onto the road. She had the feeling he was&nbsp; touch amused by her, perhaps would even be a good ally if they met again, but Ents were normally gentle souls when their terrain was serene.&nbsp; She was safe here for now, tree talk to one another as the story goes, it would seem that the little Moon Elf would be alone for a long period of time before anyone may travel her way. She felt the Ent's steps shake the ground a bit, getting lighter in only&nbsp; few minutes given it's lighter weight then one of it's ancient kin.<br>An hour should pass, there really was nothing around here, but she was getting close to a village, she could smell the lighting fires of a human settlement up ahead. The rowdy rumbles of someone arguing.. No, looked more like a little fight club. There was only one volagi dame among seven men, two of which were humans wrestling while the other cheered on. The others looked like they were Orans, all had not shirts, only fighting wraps around their feet, hands,&nbsp; and waist. Looked like they were having a good time despite the few specks of blood on the ground. Beyond them was a human guard eating his dinner. Upon spotting her, he waved a bit and then went back to watching the brawl with amusement. There was a partial wooden wall with an open gate, looked like they were still constructing it around the little settlement of Talia. There looked to be a tavern attached to a pub called, the Iron Crown, an open forge with a blacksmith at his anvil and a baker shop along with several timber houses with clay-caked twig roofs. Didn't seem too bad nor eventful, but it was better then nothing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 04:46:28</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ilian</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br>" Half?" Came a questioning tone that was almost like a merry chirp, a acorn dropping to the ground as a&nbsp; strawberry colored, short-haired Faerie poked her head out of the thick foliage. Her skin has a hint green tint to it and those eyes were crystal clear blue, peering down at him with a bit of disbelief at seeing him.&nbsp; Soon, a blue haired fae with white skin dropped down, her gossamer wings a blur in motion that almost looked like a soft glow of her aura was extended to flight.&nbsp; Hovering above the ground, they didn't seem to trust him as they kept their distance, but this one before him mirrored his golden eyes with a lighter, more yellow set. <br><br>" And a male. A cute one!"&nbsp; She chimed, smiling a little at his caution. " It was just a game, like you never been bored, neh?.." Attempting to ease him, faeries can be rather unforgiving in their pranks, searching for amusement, but that's what got a lot of them killed and almost wiped off the face of Aeris.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>" He can also see glamour.. That's unusual.. I think. I don't know. I don't think I met a... What are you mixed with?.."<br>" I think he's a Falarii."<br>" Really? A human-bred fae? Ha, irony."<br>" Nature has its' jokes, guess he's the butt of that. Hehee, still, nice meeting you.. I'm Kiyo"<br>" I'm Avo." The one in the tree murmured without much care, slowly slipping out of the tree canopy&nbsp; and come to land upon the ground with a soft mur of consideration. " I really don't think you'd end a game with me. Her, maybe." Though the little teasing remark seems to bounce off Kiyo as she nods in agreement. " Either way, would you like to make a wager with that challenge."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Liltahyanda</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><br>The sound of the lute was barely heard over his own lute and song, it stands to reason the other one singing might not hear him.&nbsp; As he stayed on the path, he approached the flower, at least it seemed to enjoy his music. It almost seems a little brighter, more vibrant somehow. As he spoke, there was no immediate answer, yet the moment he touched it, there was a slight aggravated and slightly commanding tone despite it's sonorous feminine yet disembodied voice.<br><br>" Stay thy hand! I do mind, thank you.. " The voice echoed softly, perhaps someone lived under this pile of stone, but the voice wasn't muffled. There seemed to be no one in the tree above and no one around. " Hath you know heart to feel that all life is sacred?&nbsp; Would you wish this young one to die so early and wither such lovely petals in that cold hand?" The voice softened with certain admiration of the flower he also covets. Was it the flower that was talking to him? No, it couldn't be a nymph somewhere&nbsp; around here?&nbsp; A spirit of the woodlands of Archlen? Well, he was in the northern lands, so perhaps that would not be a strange idea to think so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 07:23:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/049/2/4/dragon_boy_by_sakimichan-d4q2z34.jpg)</div>Liltahyanda immediately jerked back his hand. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"I am deeply sorry, miss. Though I may argue with you about that 'all life is sacred' bit. After all, must life not consume life to live? If I do not eat plants or animals, my own life will flee from me. So in the sense that life is sacred, only the sacred can give life."</span> He stepped away from the flower and bowed. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"But I would never dream of eating something that can talk to me or destroying something so beautiful. I would not have killed it for no reason, but would have taken it and planted it elsewhere, or perhaps have used it in a potion. But since you do not wish it, I will refrain. If you are the voice of the flower, then I am glad that my music pleased you, and apologize for my attempted harm. If you are the voice of some lovely creature in the forest, I will offer my apologies that I sought to pluck what is precious to you, and ask that you may show yourself."</span> <br><br>After saying this, he looked around, then thought for a moment. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"Though I suppose I should introduce myself first. I am Arahaeldir Liltahyanda, a traveler seeking knowledge."</span> He wondered what type of creature had talked to him. The longer he had lived in this world, and he had not lived very long, he was barely more than a child, the more he realized that the world was a strange and marvelous place where practically anything was possible. So it was not unreasonable to think that the lovely voice came from the flower. Or the rocks. Or a nymph nearby. Or a spirit inhabiting the rocks and/or flower. Whatever type of creature it was, he was anxious to meet it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 12:43:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/1469882-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>They didn't call his bluff. Ilian relaxed a little in relieve, his shoulder slinking down ever so slightly. Ilian would have killed hordes of people females, kings, beggars and comrades alike...but no fairies. This was were he drew the line. It was the last shred of decency that he kept. <br><br>Fairys where the only race that never tried to do anything seriously harmfull to him and it was the race of his mother who raised him. As such even though the start was as bad as it could get, a little smile grew on his face as the&nbsp; fairies reveiled themselves, it however soon faded as he felt a little sorry he had to threaten them.<br><br>"Yes...my mother was one...I...", he began, lowering his blade, but not putting it away. <br><br>The fairies where talking so fast. They most likely didn't even realize, that they didn't give Ilian enough time to speak. Maybe they would see the blush that formed in his face when he heard the word "cute". This was the very first time he got called that and with him having a dagger in his hand, it even seemed a bit bizarre.<br><br>"I...never had time to-" Ilian tried to explain, but got cut off.<br><br>"My father was a-", he again tried a futile attempt to assert himself.<br><br>"Yes, that is-", his voice accelerated...as he was slowly losing the confidence that he would be able to finish a sentence otherwise.<br><br>"I...", Ilian's gaze wandered down, he felt guilty for his heritage.<br><br>"Hey! Don't you talk about other people's butts, if you haven't seen them!", Ilian chided, his voice sounding like ringing bells, finally his fairy heritage was breaking through.<br><br>Ilian himself seemed suprised by both his remark and voice and tried to shake it out of his head. He didn't have the time to become all fairy-like not now. This was more important than fun. The fairy inside him protested at the remark, but ultimately gave in...this was about survival and there was more fun to be had while alive. <br><br>"As much as i'd like to play with you. I really must get to Sona quick...I'm quite sure that people are hunting me...dangerous people, so...", Ilias began, but then something cracked inside of him and his eyes sparkled with curiousity, "What kind of wager?"<br><br>A big grin on his face, his eyes seeked the fairy's. He was not sure what she meant with either the challenge or the wager and most likely that was the main reason that he was interested at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeli</strong> on <strong>23-06-2014, 06:29:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/b42b378e9aa62eb2e6ea2d76b4061941_zps75c25a1a.jpg)<br></div><br><em>Faori gave the scene a lazy glance-over as she arrived, drumming her fingernails against the side of her pants.&nbsp; The place was a dump.&nbsp; Worse than that, it reeked of men, booze, and a lack of inhibition.&nbsp; Bad things could and sometimes did happen in such a place and, while she wasn't nearly bain enough that she she thought herself any great prize, she also thought still less of the men and the ideas that might occur to them if she stayed around too long.<br><br>Moving slowly around the edges of the firelight, the moon elf skirted the fighting pit... the -last- thing she needed was for some bozo to decide she needed to prove herself as a warrior, particularly if it meant fighting without her shirt!&nbsp; Her cheeks reddened softly at the idea of it, and she shook her head slightly, trying to think of other things.&nbsp; Making her way to the Broken Crown, Faori descretely located the barman, leaning forward over the counter to whisper lowly in his ear "Hey... what is the cheapest bed you have available... and is there any work an elf can do to get a few bits to offset the price?"<br><br><em>She smiled confidently, squaring her shoulders and doing her best to look like a dishwasher, bouncer, or other manual-labor type.&nbsp; She was willing to do something like serving or bartending, but she preferred something a bit more direct and less... nice-requiring</em><br><br>((OOC:&nbsp; Sorry Faori is so scared to have fun, lol))</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 06:48:40</strong>
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				<strong>"I am called Gra'ak Kordoth… Hopefully I can add the title of Ser to the name. I am an aspiring knight making his way to Sona for the very reasons of learning further on my chosen path young Lelu."</strong> He said with a straight answer to her as she spoke of the settlement they may pass through. Walking along with her through the path he would give a curt response. <strong>"Intentionally? I take it this settlement is a touch xenophobic and may try to provoke me further into a situation to get arrested."</strong> He said catching on quick that the guards might be willing to lock him up than say an actual troublemaker just because of his species. His hand rests at his side and the other upon his sword casually just to show he still errs n the side of caution because of a potential ambush be it bandits or others wanting to carve his hide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 22:59:59</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Liltahyanda *Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/Unfathomed/Rosalind_zps8cc63946.jpg)</div></div><br>The creature unseen was quite, politely listening it seemed to consider his words and the gentile nature of his plea for her to come out from where ever she was. Quiet. What was there to say or think of such a thing, to reveal herself to this being... He did not smell of human, but there was something elder about his presence that she felt is trust-worthy.&nbsp; The stone almost seemed to rumble as they shift back from a thick hood of ironwood&nbsp; starts to stretch out like a scathing claws of a gnarled hand. Was this an Ent? The vine hosting the flower began to uncurl from the stone and sink below the hood that began to open with crisp low crackling of it's hardy bark. Something moved within the stone and wood, with lavender-peach skin seeming unblemished, this earthly damsel began to raise. Dreadlocked tendrils of dark violet and mauve were pulled back by a navy blue vine of ivy, with white eyes that looked indirectly at him as if unseeing. The flower he had admired was nestling itself in her hair as the vine coiled around her fittingly. Red tinged leaves covered her chest and hips, gloving her arms and covered her legs like stockings.<br><br>" Yes, what you speak of is what nature compels to exist, alas what action thou hast exhibit to be of utility would be senseless to one such as I.&nbsp; If it does not nourish, then there is no reason to partake. If it does not grow elsewhere, then there is no reason to relocate flora. " The dryad offered the prospective, canting her head slightly as she seemed loom over him, her legs bound by the wood and almost gave the impression of a raised serpent. " Pleasure to meet you, Arahaeldir. You are an elf, are you not?" Murs the nymph with her elder-tongue accentuation, seeming a bit curious as his visage was a bit unusual. " I am Rosalind, a nymph of woodlands. What kind of knowledge, might I inquire, do you seek? Of Dragonic lore, perhaps? " <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ilian</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br>Yes, Kiyo and Ayo were barely listening to him at him unless speaking directly to him. They went along their back and forth with ease and excitement. Now it seems this Falarii was heading to Sona, Kiyo's eyes widen a bit with obvious envy as she drew a breath and cooed girlishly. <br><br>" Sona. That's a big city. What are you going to do there?" Kiyo chirps, tugging at his shirt a bit, a soft giggle. Ayo moves around behind him and pinched the Falarii's rump while he's distracted, darting away with a mischievous grin. So much for butts, it seems. <br><br>" After you? Hmm, definitely&nbsp; of Fae-blood. What naughty things did you do, I wonder?" Ayo teased merrily.<br>" Heehee, I guess he's gunna hide in Sona? Was it a sorrid affair?"<br>" Or did you 'un-alive' someone? "<br>" Tell us!"<br>" No, then we'll know!" Ayo chirps back, swatting lightly at the other dame. " I bet he did something really terrible." Despite her smile, her eyes cut to him as he was curious earlier about that little wager she offered. " Well.. If you win, we'll help you get to the closest town.. If we win. what would you give us?.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 00:20:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/1469882-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>Blast, he made a slip, told to many. It was an amateurs move, but maybe he could still turn it into profit? It was unlikely anyone hunting him would resort to questioning the fairys. If anything fairies might be considered his allies, so them knowing something wasn't going to hurt, was it? Each of the fingers from Ilian's right hand touched his thumb. From the index finger to the pinkie and back. It was one of the few little give aways he couldn't supress even when trying his best. It meant that his was racing.<br><br>His eyes followed the fairies untill one talked to him and tugged at his shirt. It distracted him long enough, for the other to sneak behind him and&nbsp; pinch his butt. Flinching slightly he turned around, protesting:<br><br>"Hey! Unfair! Didn't allow you to touch my stuff...I don't go around, touching your stuff either, do I?"<br><br>After that little episode he remained perfectly still though. He barely moved while the fairies talked, head slightly cocked he tried to look as if he merely was awaiting an answer for his question. It was a good act, the only thing off was the fidgetting of his hand, but seeing that they knew he was in a rush, Ilian hoped they'd dismiss it as nervousness.<br><br>"Hmm...but getting to the next city seems like a good why to be found...why would I want that? Also I got a map, so I guess you'd need to be able to do more than just show the way?", the Falarii chimed, trying to play down their wager, as he pondered, "Besides...I think you do kinda owe me for playing unfair earlyer. So what could i offer? Hmm...how about I tell you the rest of my story if you win. As well as promise to visit now and then once i'm in less danger?"<br><br>It seemed the best way to cash in on his little slip...fairies were curious. If they knew a part they'd be willing to take risks for all of a stories...or so Ilian gathered. He paused a second. "Another thing. What kind of game will it be? I don't want to hurt you. I'd...feel bad."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 06:50:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/049/2/4/dragon_boy_by_sakimichan-d4q2z34.jpg)</div><br>Liltahyanda's golden eyes glittered a bit. A wood nymph? He knew of many different types of nymphs, but had never seen one before. He bowed deeply.<span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"So, your name is Rosalind. You are the first nymph that I have had the keen pleasure of seeing. It seems that the tales of woodland women beautiful enough to steal your breath away was not exaggerated. You are as lovely as a flower in bloom."</span> He smiled his most dazzling smile. <br><br><span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"I seek any little-known knowledge, really, but dragons are one of my areas of study."</span> His pupils narrowed like those of a cat's for a moment before returning back to normal. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"I am part dragon myself, my father was an elf, but my mother was a dragon taking the form of an elf. I have inherited only the barest pieces of her powers, but I have been trained by the Dragon Monks of the Gold Jade Sky Islands. Dragons I already know of. Now, I seek knowledge of forbidden plants, of lost magics, of dangerous creatures, of forgotten artifacts, of tunes and songs that make stones weep, light ice on fire, still storms, or rouse the dead to heroic action, of tales and realities of dangerous beauty. Thus, I find my path leading me to Sona. I search, I hunt, I lust for knowledge."</span> As he talked, he grew more animated, until at the end he was firing forth each word with fiery passion that echoed through the forest. <br><br>He fell silent for a moment, then looked up at the nymph, eyes glittering even more than before. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"Would you be willing to share any interesting knowledge? I offer one favour of your choosing in exchange for any information that you might share: with the favour being equal to the knowledge provided."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 03:49:21</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Faori</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br>Lucky her, the brutes were having a blast, engrossed with throwing and punching the snot out of one another without having to recruit some fresh meat. At the Broken Crown, things were calmer, the barman standing there was a slightly burly looking bloke that didn't stand up straight. He slouched against the bar as if bored and funny thing is he sort of looked like a monk.. Only battle harden with the scar across his cheek. His face was plain, eyes were dark, head was shaved smoothed, and even tattooed with some symbol that appeared to be part of some religion. He looked up to her as she leaned forth and whispered, most men might come back with the smart assed retort by offering his bed for her to work in, but this one just shrugged a bit. He idly glanced over at her the way one would appraise a soldier.<br><br>" Mm, rooms're a silver.." He considered, thinking over a job she could possible do. " Me stable hand's out wit' pox, of all things. If ya water, feed, and groom da beasts. Shovel out da stables, ya earned a free boardin' fer da night, lass." The man gave a faint snort and shortly after spat a ball of flem into a bucket behind the counter. He bent slightly, dipping his hand below the bar and poured her a few ounces of honey mead.&nbsp; " A drink and dinner be 'ere when ya finished. Deal?"&nbsp; Bartender offered, his eye drifting over the floor every so often to keep his wench on her toes.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Gra'ak</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br>She gave a few little nods and hums in response, occasionally glancing up to the sky with a faint smirk. Wanting to be a knight, by his courtesy and straight talk, she would think he was half way there. That, or had a rather high standard thought of knights, but she only heard of the order through stories of old, but they never talked and sometimes they're a Prince. His heart looked to be in the right place, but he seemed rather distrustful himself.<br><br>" Nah, nothin' like that. They ain't scared of no one. It's why we have guards roaming the roads, they're a warning. You get turned off by that, then sure, ya might want to be good tempered while yer there. We ain't got crime cause everyone's a brawler. Ya do ill-will, ya get yer ass kicked, then go ta the medic, and everyone just goes along their day." So matter of fact about it, but she might have lived there all her life to think that it's just so straight and narrow. "You seem nice, but he had his right to attack ya, ya didn't do what the law said. If anything, I was outta line. Lucky me, Talvin ain't a snitch, so me Daa won't know 'bout it." Beaming now, as they headed down the road. After a moment or so, she gave him a faint jab against his arm.<br><br>&nbsp;" Yer lucky. Goin' to Sona, I hope ya don't flub it. I heard they got a policy that's literally live or die once ya start acceptin' quests from them. They send ya body back ta ya family with yer tome, so any friend or family can return in yer stead. Oh.." she shut up a bit, looking down for a second. " Eh, Serry for babblin', but it sounds real excitin'! Er, not the dyin' part, but that might be a myth. I never knew no one that got accepted before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 05:33:10</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Liltahyanda</div><div class="spoiler_body"> </div></div><br>Unseeing eyes seemed to soften. Dark lashes of&nbsp; bowed to a close as she dipped her head gently with appreciation of her appearance. It is uncommon for nymphs to travel south, especially one of her caliber, she must be old, there was reason and wisdom in her tone, studious even as she listened with his heart felt passion for seeking out the truths scattered to the winds of the world, both malevolent and benign with his talk of necromancy. The nymph understood there was creation in such destructive magic, yet peeling life down to those categories often soften the magnitude of what it means to hold life and death.&nbsp; He freely gave his blood-lineage to her, head canting up a touch as her brow furrowed for a few moments with consideration...<br><br>Dragon Born. That was just as scarce as her ancient sisters of stone and water. Here, he wished to trade, favour for knowledge. What a teasing little concept! What could she say unto him?<br><br>" I will tell you a piece of uncommon knowledge, lost long ago among the follies of the last human empire.. It may be myth or legend, for the price for such knowledge is often that of chasing dreams yet so little can come true." The nymph chimed in her olden ways, examining the Dragon elf with those solid white eyes, sweeping a hand pulled up pollen, making it whipped up between her wooden clawed hands, the elongated fingers manipulating something like natural magic to form depictions, as no change in aura would be noticed by those sensitive to it.&nbsp; She created what looked a bit like a forest outline made of the pollen and it altered as if coming to life with her words. <br><br>" In the land of Sequade, Dragons felt their time was fleeting and knew a new form of incognito would be needed to maintain their numbers. Such experiments were already in progressed by the Scarlet Witch, whom ensnared the ancient kin to extract their essences to fortify her magic and soldiers. A progress that failed, as those without mystical heritage would die from spontaneous combustion due to the ingesting of the product for too long. They may be able to take the power of strength for a short amount of time, yet men were never created to develop true Dragon's Breath." The pollen made a depiction of a man drinking too many potions and bursting into flames as the fire shot out of his mouth and his stomach grew to a hot circle before melting out to nothing, but bones and dust. " The knowledge of developing this potion may be of great aid unto you, while it's effects are limited and the potion itself is not perfect, you would be able to withstand it's effects. This knowledge was entrusted to the Faeries of Sequade in the deep southern swamps. If all you remember is this, then listen well; <em>'Where ruins of past glory lie, a stone woman doth weep. Under sky and clock that marks the dusk, you will find the keep'."</em><br><br>" The faefolk do not tread there often, but their traps still lay dormant. It is perilous, I assure you. Never go alone. If you believe, if you truly wish to seek it... All I ask of you is for the favor of leaving me to record this moment. A drop of your blood, I shall preserve it in mine own amber sap and decorate myself with tribute. " With that, she outstretched her hand to him, a little splayed glop of sap coating her palm and those sharp looking ironwood claws were pointed up. The other hand was there to be a guide, the ironwood claw retracting a little to show a lavender hand that barely saw the light. She waited, just for him to be comfortable with the idea.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ilian</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br>" Oo, so jumpy over a grope!" Ayo smiled fluttering around innocently as she couldn't stay still for too long. Kiyo bounced a bit , landing on the ground and running her foot along the ground.<br><br>" He must be a virgin, heehee. And I thought girls get uptight!" Oh yes, they ever so happily make their jibes at the cutie, but that spurred a bit of a giggle fit between the both of them that Ayo could barely maintain fluttering in a straight line without dipping and spinning into a circle. "Uptight." Ayo echoed among the melodious laughter, landing onto the floor again to nearly topple her friend in a hug. Lucky day they didnt notice his twitching, much.. Quieting down into light sighs and smiles, <br><br>Ayo looked to him a little confused. "Wait, were you not heading into a town anyway?.."<br>"Yeah, if you avoid the town and city, you might as well stay with us."<br>"Oo, he'd be a fun big brother."<br>"Yeah, and we can strip him and dress him, and smear his body with fruit!"<br>"Yea- wa, What?"<br>" What, he'll like it a lot and won't run away like the-" Peeking up at him she makes a shoddy attempt to whisper and starts giggling instead, using her friend's shoulder to hold onto. Her friend shrugged her off and shook her head as Ayo approached him and looked him a bit more in the eye. <br><br>" The only game I know involves wings, but you don't have any. I'm tougher then I look, you know. It's not showing you the way, it's travel time. If you want to be stuck out here at night, we're not going to be much help at all for you." The faerie murs, taking flight easily and rising off the ground. " Kiyo, you coming or not?"<br><br>"Aww, don't mean to him. He's like kin, already. Look at his cute face." Kiyo murmured, getting her breath back easy as she pouted like a little sister wanting to keep a puppy. " Maybe we go to town together and play a game there, we have a nice spot in the stables to sleep at. How about we just put this behind us and be a nice family?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 07:29:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/049/2/4/dragon_boy_by_sakimichan-d4q2z34.jpg)</div><br>Liltanyanda smiled broadly. That was very useful information. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"'Where ruins of past glory lie, a stone woman doth weep. Under sky and clock that marks the dusk, you will find the keep'."</span> He repeated. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"I will remember it. That information is surely worth a favour, Rosalind."</span> A normal human, or elf, or whatnot, they would no doubt die from drinking such a thing. But he, perhaps that would help to unlock more of his heritage. He would never be a true dragon like his mother, but he did not want to be. He wanted to be something more. So, to the fairies of Sequade he would go, one day in the future.<br><br>When Rosalind asked him for his blood, he shrugged. He had a lot of blood, and really, he only needed three quarters of it at any one time. A drop, or a cup, for that matter, was barely anything. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"Your price is low indeed."</span> He said as he reached up his hand to hers. His touch was as cool as a lizard's. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"Your information is worth much more than a bit of red. I will give some blood gladly, and still offer my services. Do you have anything that you desire of me, perhaps a pest to rid yourself of, or an item that you desire? While I do not have the ability to give you anything so valuable as the information you have given me, I do wish to offer something."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 09:06:30</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Liltanyanda</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br>He memorized the lyric and repeated it, offering gratitude for the news as she would expect him to strive for it one day. It was all she could offer without months of knowing him, but it was enough. For him, her request in favor seemed too small in comparison and he wished her to take more of him, for a service. From her, a bright, air laugh poured from her lips and brighten her slightly solemn countenance. Her voice echoed among the tree and caused the timber to shiver and the small seeds on the trees to flower, shrubs sprouted berries and the earth lurched slightly under his feet, as is rolling in the motion of her laughter to sprout fresh grass upon the harden dust trail around them. As the soft, resonating laugh slows to a ginger smile, it is still faintly echoing among these plants and almost seems to coax him into a state of awe.<br><br>Surreal, but it happened. Her laughter can alter everything in fifteen feet of them. some of the trees even sprouted new saplings and small, thin branches, but now, the flowers as falling as their blossoms are out of season, gently cascading to the ground and brushing his hair, cheek and shoulder in a slow dance. <br><br>" To be young and naïve, never again I shall know it. I take only what I know I require, sweet Elfling. I thank you for reminding me of youth.. If ever a good parting word was cast, it would be that blood is forever binding and trust does not easily survive when it is broken. Believe me when I say, this small drop will be more than enough.. Yet if thine heart does not feel the same and tis ever I need thy aid, one will seek out the dragon elf. This blood is your promise and my tether unto thee. " Kindly, gently, she prickled his palm and let the blood drop into the amber sap. Rolling it in one hand, she lifts his palm and lightly kisses the small slit, those warm petal lips soothes it, letting it go numb a little and left a tiny four point star in the middle of it.<br><br>" I will see you again, Liltanyanda. I hope you find all that you are looking for, but I must slumber to the break of 'morrow as dusk is coming..." She cooed lowly, lifting to a thin stream of light, a little amber oval with a scarlet tear drop within it's middle. She pressed it's flat side just under her collar bone and that lavender skin partially enveloped it to keep it safe. The flower he adored was slowly closing and she let out a low wind like yawn that smelt of rain water and sticky sweet nectar. " Mmm.. If you can do me one... Tiny good deed...Water.... I have no energy left til tomorrow to get to the river.. But if you could water me before you go...That would be...Mmmm... So.. Lo.ve~ly.." She murmured and as she came to her sleepy trail off, the ironwood was cradling her down into the rocks like a mama cat would to it's sleep kitten and soon, she was just a pile of stone and ironwood with a closed flower upon a mauve mossy vine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 10:25:31</strong>
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				The twitching of his fingers slowing down and finally fading, Ilian took the faeries mockery, reminding them how vastly different they were raised. There wasn't quite the stigma on most thing among faeries as there was among humans. Of course his mother tried to raise him like a fairy, but she was a poor opposition to a whole city that tought him otherwise.<br><br>"I was heading to a giant city. Those places are even better to hide than forests. I mean...bushes and trees provide some cover, but ever tried to spot a certain person in a crowd?" Ilian smiled slightly. "In a small town however the white haired stranger, will stand out as if he had a target on his chest and fairy wings on his back. Aside of that it'd leave a trace. I'm not sure the next one happens to be big enough to be a hiding place."<br><br>Brushing through his hair Ilian looked up. They were partially right though. When in Sona he would not have the time to mask his every step. At some point someone would find out That was quite a dilemma. Then again, there was the chance that noone would care about what he did enough to bother hunting him. He was part of the black sun after all and executed the plan with his mask on...it'd be a pain in the ass to have him killed and surprisingly, the number of friends a crime lord had shrunk once he stopped breathing.<br><br>While in those thoughts he tried to ignored the statements about becoming their "brother". He did like two fairies, but was quite sure it meant something different to them, than to him and things were complex enough.<br><br>"I was going to keep walking through the night...but seeing that i barely ever was in the wilds...it seems foolish now." Ilian mumbled. "Oh well I guess you're right...a town is still the best option and if anything i need to get there fast, so I can figure a way to stay undetected."<br><br>Huh, she didn't know any games to begin with? Well...at least she didn't suggest tag.<br><br>"We could spar, but i only ever fought to...'un-alive' someone. I couldn't promise your safety. However...humans know another game, that is way more quick, easyer and won't harm any of our cute faces", he explained with a wink and drew out a coin of the lowest value he could find. Then he showed it to the fairies, turning it so they could see both sides, "You pick a side of the coin, then I throw it up into the, catch it, slam it on my palm and if you chose the one that faces up, you win."<br><br>Ilian smiled brightly, purposefully hiding the fact that humans also figured out lots of ways to cheat with it. It was the only game he was sure that he could win.<br><br>"So what'll it be? Knife, dime or chicken?", he grinned exagerrated through the coin up, catched it and showed it to them again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 10:54:31</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ilian</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br>The faeries looked to one another with a confused expression for a moment, but they seemed to understand. Faefolk tend to try and hide from most races anyway since their homelands became less enchanted and hallowed. Now a days, their forest turn to swamps and ruin stone where water flows over everything, making the ground too soggy for normal plants to live and drowns most trees. Just like their society, it's all in a process of decay.&nbsp; They listened and seemed like they were actually trying to think for a change.<br><br>Speaking of change, he brought out a copper piece with some funny writing on it and showed them both sides. Asking what side they would like.. <br><br>"&nbsp; Oh.. Um... Chicken?" Ayo started, taking the coin from his hand and flipping it up into the air. " What's a dime?.." Kiyo asked as she caught the coin easily when it came back down and smacked it into Ilian's hand. It was neither one mentioned.<br><br>" Does that mean what? You win?.." Ayo murmured, still trying to figure how it worked. The coin has two sides, but three names? " Well.. I do have a solution to your problem, if you like.. Glamour.. You can't make it, but we can. It's only for cosmetic or aura use anyway..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 12:50:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/1469882-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>"No", Ilian chuckled, "I asked what we play. Knife is sparring, dime is another term for the coin and chicken...well it'd mean you chicken out of playing with me." Ilian waved imitated a pair of wings and scratched the ground with his foot, imitating a chicken in mockery.<br><br>"Now the sides however", Ilian smiled, "are name just as oddly." <br><br>He took the coin from his hand. Again and showed them the written side first. <br><br>"That's 'tails', even though i never saw a coin with a tail", he explained, turning the coin around, "The other side is 'heads'. Though...there's not always a head either."<br><br>Ilian grinned widely as he was done explaining, he felt that this was what it's like to have sisters and was actually a little sorry he was an only child. Then suddenly Ayo gave him a solution, that he didn't expect. For a moment there was no movement, his eyes turned dull and seemed to search something in the distance, while his skin turned a shade paler. He had the look someone remembering and suffering at the same time.<br><br>"I...Mother showed me once...after kids picked up on me for...", he gestured vaguely at hair and eyes, "...this..."<br><br>His lips moved for a tiny bit longer.<br><br>"I guess that ought to work. Would you do that for me?", he stopped and grinned like a child with a good idea, "How about we say that we both won, i'll give you the story, you give me the glamour and I tell you the secret behind that game."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TULK: Underway To Sona</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 05:56:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/049/2/4/dragon_boy_by_sakimichan-d4q2z34.jpg)</div><br>The prick hurt a bit, of course, he was flesh and blood, not scale and fire (yet), but he did not let it show. He felt a bit strange, almost blushing, as she kissed his hand. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"I will remember you, fair forest lady. Call for aide, and I will do what I can to give it."</span> He withdrew his hand, looking at the strange mark and wondering if it was permanent, or would fade. He hoped that it would stay and remind him, both of her beauty and the information that she had given him.<br><br>He watched in something like reverence as the plant woman folded herself up. <span style="font-family: decorative;" class="bbc_font">"Goodbye and goodnight, sweet flower."</span> He said gently. When she had gone to sleep, he unstoppered his large water-skin and poured it over the rocks. He sought out the river, filled it, dumped it one more time, and returned to fill the skin for his own use. Taking a note of the darkening sky, he set his face against the road once more with new resolve, and began striding along, humming a tune. This had been a good day. Perhaps he would be fortunate and find the singing woman again before night, but even if he did not, today had been a good day.
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