Winds of Change: The Story Begins
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				Title: <strong>Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 07:58:14</strong>
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				This is our In Character thread.<br><br>Rules Iclude:<br>1. Do not post if you are not in the Approved Characters list.<br>2. Please don't try to kill anyone off, it's rude.<br>3. Be respectful of other people's schedule IRL and be patient.<br>4. Enjoy!<br><br>Threads:<br>OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88101.new#new)<br>Approved Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88103.new#new)<br>Main Story (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88414.new#new)<br>Back Story (http://dracoat.yolasite.com/elliquiy-page.php)
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 08:18:47</strong>
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				*The sounds of a wet-stone can be heard rasping against metal in slow rythmic style. A Terrax man sits off to the side of what looks to be a large training field on the outskirts of Dimat.* <strong>That should do it.</strong> *The large sword he holds is gleaming steel, sharpened enough to slice a boulder in half should the need arise. Arcxsus, as the man is known, stands and walks to a sand pit and raises his sword with both hands. He begins a series of drills. His movements are fast and true. A seasoned warrior could be no less. He looks as if he is going to be at this for some time."<br><br><br><br>Story Progression<br><em>Unknown to the beings of this world, a war rages. A savage war of foul beasts and the Guardians. For the first time in a century, the Draconic Guardian in Dimat stirs and moves to the Eastern gate. Everyone scrambles to clear his path. Some run in fear and others stare in amazement. The slow, silent progression of the Guardian is a sign of dire problems that have arisen in the Elder Ruins. The peoples of Grexas may become aware of these problems much too soon. The Guardian reaches the Eastern gate and stands vigil like a statue. People continue to stare and create a wide berth around the Guardian. "What is it doing?" "Is it dangerous?" "Mommy what is that!?" "Man, I don't know about you, but I get a bad feeling." "Good maybe this thing can guard the gate, so I can get a day off." Surely this is a spectacle to these common folk regardless.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 14:12:22</strong>
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				Amethyst, a small, petite and beautiful girl no older than twenty-five, stood on the hill of Dimat; looking out over her once greatly respected city. The time had come, and the time had passed for her to care about anything else but her goals, her ambitions. This time, indeed, seemed to travel slowly and carelessly through space, having no courtesy for the young Ancients rivals. After all these years fighting, or protecting as she called it, for the Draconian Guardians- Amethyst was still looked down upon. It enraged her, ate away at the small heart she had left beating; chewing her up from the inside out. She really had no idea how much more she could take, or how much <em>longer</em> she could hold on. The day was warm, early in the afternoon according to the songs the birds were singing. Amethyst laced her slender fingers around the hilt of one of her Sais’ and flipped it around in her hand, point facing the ground. Today was <em>hunt</em> day, only once a week, and she was always permitted to bring food home. It was tiresome, chasing animals here, <em>being</em> chased by animals there. Today she sought out a regular boar, a full grown male, and tusks as long as Amethyst's arm. She wasn't afraid, in fact, the sly smile hadn't left her face.&nbsp; Another step through the sinister shrubs and low trees and the young Ancient spotted her pray, only moments to react she spun her Sais up around her hand until the dagger faced the sky, than with precise elegance, she tripled back and flung it forwards through the air; smiling as the blade never made a move to spin. It hit the boar in the side of the head, bringing it down onto its side without another word said.<em> “Yeah, not so tough now are ya?”</em> She taunted it, striding on up to it and yanking the Sais free of its overgrown head. <br><br>That was when she heard the distinct sound of bells in the distance; the battle grounds, or training as she called them for she would never have the elite chance to <em>battle.</em> Woman? No, it was because of whom she was not what she was. Although she knew at right about this time, Arcxsus Artul would be there, training. She had never met the warrior; he was a Terrax, probably never even thought to give her a seconds glance. She sighed and turned towards the city, holstering her Sais into her hip sheath and taking off at a run- boar forgotten. The training grounds weren't known by everyone, only a selected few that bothered to venture out behind the Dimat world of gates. One of those people was Amethyst, and she had her heart set on challenging Arcxsus to a small duel, just to train. She figured she could keep up, <em>only one way to find out,</em> her mind told her, she nodded as she slowed to a walk, coming up just on the outer edge of the arena-like space, though a tad overgrown. She slipped onto a flat surfaced rock and crossed her legs under her, eyes set on Arcxsus as he went about his drills. There; she waited for him to notice her. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 14:47:44</strong>
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				*The large blade sings through the air, whistling the savory tune of battles won and lost. The light glinted off of Arcxsus's armor as he spun flourishing with his blade. He ended with his feet planted and blade behind him. He caught a glint of light on something other than his own armor. He continued his drill without breaking cadence, but he observed the shape sitting on the rock.* <em>A woman? I wonder what a woman is doing outside the walls. Surely this is one of the female guards, but such odd dress and weapons. I can't really see any features from, but I would guess she is one of the Ancients. Rare. I wonder if she went to hunt... hmmm. Regardless I must concentrate on my training.</em> *He continued on for a few moments then came to a stop his blade tip barely against the ground and him standing erect.* <em>Now to slow my breathing and relax taught muscles.</em> *He took deep breaths and released them slowly.* <strong>So I see I have a visitor. Rare enough outside the walls, but an Ancient too? The Elder's smile on me today. To what might I attribute to such a rare sight?</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 15:05:42</strong>
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				Seraphina was out exploring the outskirts of Dimat again. The strange arrival of the Draconic Guardians at the Eastern gate had upset her more than she cared to admit. Her own people, the Fay, were convinced that this occurrence had nothing to do with them whatsoever, but Seraphina, who could sense the storm brewing abroad, had ideas of her own. <br><br>Travelling in a direction she had never gone before, Seraphina came across a large clearing. She barely had time to wonder at the existence of such an open space when all around was forest, when she noticed two figures standing in the field: a Terrax man, and a woman. Seraphina frowned as she looked at the young lady. Was she Terrax too? She certainly looked like them. But no, she was taller, slimmer, and more graceful in her movements. An Ancient, then. Her interest piqued, Seraphina crept closer, careful not to reveal herself openly to the two strangers. The centuries-old prejudices her people had against the other races sounded alarm bells in her mind, but she ignored them for now. Right now, she was curious.<br><br>The Terrax man was speaking, identifying the woman as an Ancient, and a 'visitor'. So this man and woman did not know each other, then? For a second, she entertained the wild thought of bursting out from the bush where she was hiding, and greeting these two people. After all, it seemed as if Fate had orchestrated this meeting. But common sense cautioned her against such a dangerous move. Better to wait and find out more about them...
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				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 06:37:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">So I see I have a visitor. Rare enough outside the walls, but an Ancient too? The Elder's smile on me today. To what might I attribute to such a rare sight?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>Amethyst let out a much needed breath, a subtle smiling tugging elegantly at each corner of her lush lips. It really did intrigue her when the Terrax, or any of the Dimat species- recognised her at first hand as an <em>Ancient.</em> She was proud of what she was of course, but hated all the same the acknowledgement she received when one laid eyes upon her. <em>"Well the elders are always smiling upon you, my dear,"</em> she said in her melodious voice, a quirk to her trimmed eyebrow- <em>"or so I've heard of the great Arcxsus, if I may be so bold to call you that?"</em> Leaning forwards she glided off of the stone she was poised upon and stepped callously into the clearing, her sandalled feet making but a small up gust of dust as she walked. <em>"I have come to meet you, Arcxsus."</em> She told the Terrax, <em>"I've heard alot about you I must say, and for one thing, I am completely, and irrevocably, compelled to challenge you."</em> The Ancient gave a sharp grin, one that almost lifted from ear to ear. <em>"If you are not afraid..."</em> Right hand landing on her hip while her left snatched a Sais from her waist, Amethyst made a sound much like a giggle as she spun it around on the tips of her fingers before letting the point look at the ground, sitting in her hand it looked almost perfect. <em>"Of course it would be only for training sakes, and maybe not even for this moment in time. All the same I would love to have the...Opportunity, to see just how great you are, so I can have my own perception. Even though from one glance I'm already mesmerised."</em> She finished with a small curtsy of types before straightening up and swinging her Sais back into its holster. <em>"What say you, Terrax?"</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 08:03:30</strong>
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				<em>Duel she says.</em> *He chuckles and picks his sword up to place it on his back.* <strong>I'm not sure how my "fame" has spread. To tell the truth, I had no idea such a fame even existed.</strong> *He laughs again and begins removing his boots.* <strong>I'll have to make sure I don't get poked by those vicious looking little blades. No telling how an Ancient might be in battle, being as I've never even seen one do any combat.</strong> *He pulled off a boot and removed some weights tied around his ankle. When he tossed them aside, they embedded in to the soft dirt a bit. He did the same with the other boot and stood. He grabbed his sword and stood in the erect position with his sword held point down.* <em>I don't know how well I'll be able to deflect those blades, equipped like this...</em> *Grinning* <strong>Well? Shall we dance?</strong> *His sword flashes into a ready position, the blade held sideways.*<br><br><br>(Don't forget the OOC channel peepz!)
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 11:31:55</strong>
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				Seraphina felt her blood begin to boil with excitement as the Ancient pulled out her blades and challenged the Terrax. A battle? How interesting... Seraphina had watched Terrax men in mock-fights before. What they lacked in grace and agility, they made up for with strength. How would he fair against this lithe Ancient?<br><br>And what did she hear the Ancient say his name was? Arcxsus? Surely this tall, proud Terrax could not be the famed Arcxsus Artul, the disgraced general? What was he doing so far out of the city? And what was this Ancient doing, challenging him when she clearly knew his strength in battle? Intrigued, yet careful to remain silent, so as not to break their concentration, Seraphina crept closer to the two...
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				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 03:22:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nero was doing something he really didn’t like to do , which was work. He was actually on patrol in the city&nbsp; when he saw the commotion of&nbsp; citizens running away and creating path for the draconic guardian. His attention was peaked sharply as he saw the creatues slow focused movements and he did a odd thing . First he ordered his little group to report the guardians movements. Once his troops left he placed his hand into his pocket and pulled free an old beat up YoYo&nbsp; and began to cast it forward&nbsp; as he followed the wake of the guardian.&nbsp; As he did this he gave a polite smile to citizens as he passed them as if to put some at ease. Once the guardian came to stop he stopped and moved parallel to him about a good 30 feet to the side&nbsp; and he produced a soft yawn<br>.<em> “What could make you move “</em>&nbsp; he said softly as he glanced around&nbsp; <em> “ thing may geta bit more interesting in this city with such a event .”</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 06:41:52</strong>
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				<em><strong>I'm not sure how my "fame" has spread. To tell the truth, I had no idea such a fame even existed.</strong></em> The Terrax said, causing that cheeky grin to ignite up against Amethysts face once again. The general began to take of his boots; <strong><em>I'll have to make sure I don't get poked by those vicious looking little blades. No telling how an Ancient might be in battle, being as I've never even seen one do any combat. </em></strong> He continued, Amethyst giving him a slight nod; <em>"Well, yes that is true. But that is stereotypical, most Ancients do not have the lust for a good battle. I on the other hand, do."</em> Her eyes followed the weights as each one hit the ground- creating their very own indents in the soft sand. Amethyst took a step forwards, hands flipping to her belt where she pulled out both her Sais', her hands fitting perfectly around each hilt. <em>"I'm sure you will be just fine, just remember Terrax, this is a friendly fight."</em> Her head snapped to the side where the Fay girl was hiding- Amethyst thought it funny how the female thought she could hide from an Ancient; <em>"Perhaps our audience would like to come out and introduce...Herself first?"</em> Amethyst whispered, tilting her head as she spun each Said around in her fingers, the blades making a distinct; <em>whoosh</em> sound as they cut through the air. Than, she turned to the Terrax; <em>"and than yes, yes we will dance."</em><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 10:22:38</strong>
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				<em>So he wasn't imagining the presence that had made the slightest of movements. He had wondered if it was an assassin, but he would have already been dead if it was.</em> *He lowered his sword momentarily and his body relaxed. He pulled a piece of spicy dried meat from his pack and began to chew a small bit.* <strong>Well if we have time for introductions, then I'll enjoy a bit to eat. I must admit, I usually eat after training.</strong> *Smiling, he stood facing the indicated direction of the new hidden visitor.* <em>Either he was becoming very popular or someone was simply intrigued at the spectacle. It's not everyday you see a disgraced general and an Ancient about to spar.</em> *He grinned at the thought and stuck another piece of the meat in his mouth to chew.*
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				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 10:24:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was almost as if he was staring off into space looking for some kind of signal to attack , but he then shrugged his shoulders and turned flopping on the ground with a grunt as he watched the over grown Gecko posted . “ Boggles the mind when you think about him “ he said softly to himself “ once would think he would shout out warning everyone Hark danger approaches “ He chuckled softly to himself “ wishful thinking huh “ He adjusted himself slightly as he stood up. He merely adjusted his clothes, as he turned and began to walk away. As now he is was off duty atleast until his men found him so he went to the market to do some mindless shopping maybe he would find a new trinket that would peak his interest if only for the moment .
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 12:03:44</strong>
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				Seraphina was surprised to hear the Ancient mention 'our audience', but got over it quickly. She did not know anything about Ancients having sharp hearing, but knew them to be astute and observant. In any case, she was going to make her presence known anyway. It didn't make a difference whether she did it now.<br><br>Assuming an expression of nonchalance, Sera stepped out of her hiding place. "Greetings, Ancient. Greetings, Terrax," she said cooly, nodding to each of them. She spoke the common language of Dimat fluently, with but a slight accent to mark her race. "Please, do not delay your battle on my account. I am looking forward to watching a good fight."
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 12:30:00</strong>
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				*Arcxsus arched an eyebrow and smiled.* <em>She calls us Ancient and Terrax. Which leaves her to be Fay. The only other light skinned race left. Today is quite interesting.</em> *He looked at the rings on her hand and his brow furrowed.* <em>What is it they say about the rings again? Something about the number. Ah yes, rings would mean something akin to a respectable family.</em> *Arcxsus smiled warmly* <strong>Well, you must be one of the Fay. I must say, today has turned out a bit more eventful than I thought. At least it wasn't anything on the bad side. A spar with an Ancient will be a refreshing day of training and to top it off, an audience with a completely different view may point out something I'm not doing right.</strong> *He laughed silkily smooth and popped the last bite of the meat in his mouth to chew heartily*
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 16:31:43</strong>
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				Seraphina bowed her head in acknowledgement as the Terrax Arcxsus identified her as a Fay. This did not surprise her, since it wasn't difficult for someone who grew up in Dimat to differentiate a Fay from Terrax or an Ancient. "That I am. And I must concur. The fates have brought us together for a reason. As for what you're not doing right... If the rumours are right about you, and you have not lost your former touch, then there is nothing I can advice you on, Arcxsus of Dimat." She smiled benignly, waiting patiently for the friendly battle to begin.
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				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 14:12:29</strong>
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				A Fay indeed, first her morning was adorned with a Terrax, the sum was now multiplying with the very petite presence of the beautiful Fay. Amethyst gave a hearty grin, placing hands on her hips; Sais' blades poking out sideways. Somehow; she looked graceful where she stood, the very posture of her attire almost perfect, as if she was painted on a canvas to stand on the very ground she was now striding across towards the Terrax. Long legs, long arms, long hair. The Ancient twisted her lips in mockery as a smirk gave way, the blood red lipstick guiding her teeth to stand out. <em>"So, a Fay and a Terrax. Interesting morning the Gods have befalled upon me."</em> She said in a whisper, eyes cast upon the Fay before slipping to the Terrax where they summed him up- one sword perhaps, could she really take him? Win? <em>I doubt it,</em> she thought, stopping in her steps and fiddling with her long lots of chocolate brown waves- her fringe already in her face. <em>"So, are you taking the lead in this waltze?"</em> She coaxed the Terrax, wiggling those tight hips of hers and swinging one Sais around lazilly, a cheeky grin igniting rosey cheeks and blue eyes. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 15:30:02</strong>
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				<em>Hmmm, what shall I open with? A lazy flourish or should I go all out? Well I want it to last... and I just did training, so I can't go all out.</em> *He readied his blade and stepped in flourishing it up and right slowly.* <strong>I think we shall dance to a soothing melody, something slow and sensual to the mood of a duel.</strong> *He aimed the flat of the blade at the exposed part of her thigh, hoping to send her off balance.*
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				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 00:25:32</strong>
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				<em>"It's amazing how much can transpire within the time it takes to have a bit of a nap."</em> Not more than twenty paces away from the small group, hidden in the shade of a mass of foliage a pair of narrow, red eyes watched intently. Kalin had spent the previous evening attempting to locate several herbs and fungi outside the city limits as a favor to an acquaintance. To be more precise, an acquaintance who was more than aware of his ability to transmute gold, however temporarily, and wished him to repay a debt in a sure way.<br><br>The sounds of&nbsp; Arcxsus moving through his training routine had been enough to wake him immediately, and it was only by self discipline and experience that Kalin did not draw his blades and engage the potential threat. Of course, once he realized what was actually transpiring he felt extremely foolish and proceeded to ensure that he was well hidden. Even the inferior eyes and ears of a Terrax worked well enough against carelessness. <br><br>Kalin had not, of course, planned on taking a rest and falling asleep under a tree. Now, though, he was almost glad that he had. The Terrax he had seen about the city many times and recognized by name, though he was unsure if the man would recognize him, even with the number of times the guards had been needlessly called to deal with the Drow. The Ancient he did not recognize, but her confidence even standing before a warrior right out of war stories made his smirk grow wider. Even if they were only about to spar, as it sounded like, it would be certainly worth watching. There was also always the chance that either of them might lose shavings, or even just grains, of metal off of potentially enchanted weapons in the fight. Kalin was not a thief, not in the least, but he saw nothing wrong with picking up such miniscule bits of discarded metal, particularly given the fact that only a Drow such as himself would be ale to do much with them.<br><br>When the Fay also emerged into the clearing, Kalin felt a mixture of curiosity and caution. The Terrax would not notice him, and the Ancient was unlikely to, but it would take some effort to remain still enough to keep from the notice of the Drow-like ears of a Fay. Fortunately it seemed that she was preoccupied with the other two for her own reasons, and Kalin was left unnoticed for the time being. He was curious to see just how they each reacted to his sudden appearance, but for safety's sake he decided to hold off a bit on that particular experiment. He instead settled back to, safely, enjoy the show.
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				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 06:52:08</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em> Hmmm, what shall I open with? A lazy flourish or should I go all out? Well I want it to last... and I just did training, so I can't go all out.</em> *He readied his blade and stepped in flourishing it up and right slowly.*<strong> I think we shall dance to a soothing melody, something slow and sensual to the mood of a duel.</strong> *He aimed the flat of the blade at the exposed part of her thigh, hoping to send her off balance.*</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>Amethyst was intent on showing the Terrax just how good she was, but maybe, just maybe, she would steadily let herself come forth. Instead of rushing in and attacking him on the spot like she <em>could</em> do and possibly have the warrior on his knees; instead, she fiddled with the Sais in her right hand, her left still poised on her hip- she seemed bored. <br><br><strong>I think we shall dance to a soothing melody, something slow and sensual to the mood of a duel.</strong> The Terrax said melodically, giving Amethyst a chance to <em>really</em> grin. Surely this ex-warrior, or so she thought, didn’t possibly conclude in his head that just because she was a woman; not just that but a woman who squeezed in the title of<em> Ancient-</em> would like it more so if the tempo was slower? Amethyst scoffed at the comment, eyebrows knitting together in the small frustration that pyked in her system. <br><br><em> “Well, if you’re more suited for that,”</em> she shot back at Arcxsus as the Terrax aimed the flat of his blade at her thigh, did he think it would make contact? She had to admit, the abruptness of the violative advance had air filling her chest as she sucked it in silently- though her Sais swung down ever so lazily to meet the blade he sought towards her with a soft clang of metal. She cast her right hand up, the hook on the side of her Sais catching and locking onto the blade- pushing it upwards and over her head as she pushed the point of his sword up into the air. Under their arms now extended upwards, Amethyst gave a large grin to the Terrax before her left hand whipped up and poked at his stomach with her other Sais, of course- she advance slower than usual, not willing to actually hurt the warrior, but she gave him time to move if he realised her blade was coming. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 09:40:37</strong>
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				<em>Bingo. She played into his hand. Hasty, but efficient.</em> *He spun to her left rolling off the tip of the Sais and letting his blade fall to the ground. He whipped out his hand with lightning speed and yanked the sais from her left hand grabbing it by the blade. His right hand shot out and brushed the spot his blade were to hit. He ended up on her unarmed side.* <strong> Think I was going easy on you because your not a man?</strong> *He laughs* <strong>I might have years ago, but I learned that mistake long ago. I never miss my intended target though. Whether it be with my blade or not.</strong> <em>He had to admit, the large sword would have been unweildy in close combat, but he didn't know how to use this thing.</em> *He peered down at the sais and sighed.* <em>I really should have brought my combat knife...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 13:04:18</strong>
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				<em>"You know, "</em> Amethyst concluded as her Sais was be-ridded from her, a frown narrowing her ember eyes; <em>"I did have my own preferences about you,"</em> the Ancient whirled- ebony cloak flaying out around her as she rolled around him, her long brown lots, jiggling. She ended up behind him, the ancient so light on her feet and so carefree; she was already smiling- <em>"that was before I met you of course,"</em> she said, leaning forwards and plucking her Sais back out of his hand as he looked down at it and sighed. <em>"Never steal someones defence"</em> she whined, bringing her knee up to almost meet her chest before she drove it towards his back; this all happening in a rather closed gap of time. After that she simply used his back- if it were to hit, as a pole; from there she flipped backwards into a backflip, landing on the balls of her feet rather precisely before dancing off around the shroud place and towards the Fay. <em>"It's always different when you meet someone up close, don't you think?"</em> She asked, a quirk of her eyebrow obvious as she spun on her heel, Sais erect in her left hand- and suddenly she threw it at the warrior with such force, she stepped forwards to follow through on the swing. Her other Sais danced in her right hand; as if waiting for its own turn to hit the wind-turrents. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 13:37:11</strong>
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				<em>Well damn. I wasn't paying attention to her movements. I wonder if she realizes that touch of the thigh could have easily been a fatal wound if I had a blade?</em> *He felt her knee in his back and braced himself allowing her to get the distance. As she landed he was spinning. He rounded just in time to see the sais sailing towards him. He bared his teeth as his instincts kicked in. He slapped the sais away into the bushes at just the right moment, albeit it gashed his hand, and reached out to meet her advance. His hand stopped on the pressure point of her neck. His other hand bled profusely as he stood looking her in the eye.* <strong>Preferences are a luxury. You can't always get what want, so you have to make do with downfalls and nurture the good to make it outstanding.</strong> *His bleeding hand wrapped around her weapon hand he grinned.* <strong>If this were away from civilization. I'd say we have a stalemate. I could knock you out right here, but your throwing of your weapon has produced a pretty nasty wound. I forgot I wasn't wearing gloves.</strong> *He let go of her hand and neck and bowed his head.* <strong>Nevertheless, you can be counted as a fearsome opponent, if it were serious.</strong> *He smiled warmly as his face paled and he passed out. The blood had been pumping furiously. The gash ran down his hand and a bit onto his wrist. Blood flowed freely as he lay there.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 15:28:17</strong>
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				Seraphina watched, a ghost of a grin on her lips, as the Terrax and the Ancient began their friendly duel. As expected, the Ancient was quick, but Arcxsus' expertise evened up the playing field. Though his hand was now bleeding, he had put her in a compromising situation. It was close, very close. And if Arcxsus was better armed, he might have won the young Ancient. <br><br>As she strode forward, applauding her approval of the good show, she saw -- or thought she saw -- a glint of red&nbsp; among the trees. Two red slits that looked very much like Drow eyes. Sera was careful not to let what she had seen show on her face. If there was a Drow, he would have a good reason for hiding. And Seraphina would demand it from him if he tried to interfere.<br><br>Right now, however, she had more pressing matters at hand. For the Terrax Arcxsus had just fainted, probably from looss of blood. <em>So much for the Terrax being a hardy race,</em> she thought in cool amusement as she crossed over the remaining space to kneel beside the man. Holding out her left hand -- the hand on which she wore the ring determining her family status and power -- Sera muttered, "Sellonio..." The moisture from the surrounding air gathered in a small globe above her hand. Using that water, she bathed the Terrax's wound until the blood lessened. Taking a small tub of oinment from the pouch at her waist, Sera rubbed some of it onto the wound to aid in the healing process. When that was done, Sera laid the hand across Arcxsus' chest. She would have bound the wound too, but she had no cloth available. Nor was she willing to tear her good suit of clothing for that purpose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 19:32:27</strong>
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				As soon as the fight began, Kalin decided that he would be betting on the Ancient in this situation. The Terraxs' longer, heavier blade might be an advantage against a weaker opponent, or in open warfare, but in single combat against a quicker opponent using weapons made for speed... <em>Yes, there's the disarm and range close... Hah, if only I'd had someone to bet with. Oh?</em> His eyebrows rose in mild surprise when Arcxsus managed to disarm Amethyst. Whether it was skill on his part, or carelessness on hers, it mattered little; just as expected, the agile Ancient reclaimed her weapon and took the tactical advantage again rather swiftly and backed to a safe distance.<br><br>Kalin was enjoying the show as much as the Fay seemed to be when he saw the Ancient pull her arm back. With a small frown he thought, <em>"She wouldn't really...!"</em> As she hurled the blade at the Terrax, Kalin shook his head slightly at the potentially lethal attack. He was about to turn to go, since the fight was clearly about to end, when the blade came whistling through the foliage and embedded itself in the trunk of the tree less than two hands from where he was leaning. He looked at the still-quivering handle, then back out to the combatants- ah the Terrax was unconscious now - and shook his head again. These races could be so impetuous sometimes.<br><br>He placed his hand beside the blade of the Sai and muttered, "Doer..." Immediately the weapon seemed to jump into his hand, making him smile faintly as he spun the blade to grasp it by the handle. He kept it pointed down, clearly not at the ready, and decided it was as good a reason as any to step forth from his cover and approach the potpourri of a group. In a quiet, though somewhat accented voice he announced himself, wary of the potential for violence. "Hello to you bunch there, I believe this belongs to one of you!" As always a small smirk accented his narrow eyes, speaking to his less than hostile nature, but without lessening his confident presence
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 23:59:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Preferences are a luxury. You can't always get what want, so you have to make do with downfalls and nurture the good to make it outstanding. </strong>*His bleeding hand wrapped around her weapon hand he grinned.* <strong>If this were away from civilization. I'd say we have a stalemate. I could knock you out right here, but your throwing of your weapon has produced a pretty nasty wound. I forgot I wasn't wearing gloves.</strong> *He let go of her hand and neck and bowed his head.*<strong> Nevertheless, you can be counted as a fearsome opponent, if it were serious. </strong>*He smiled warmly as his face paled and he passed out. The blood had been pumping furiously. The gash ran down his hand and a bit onto his wrist. Blood flowed freely as he lay there.*</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>[OOC COMMENT: She didn't advance towards Arcxsus by the way, she only stepped forwards with the momentum of her throw. However, we'll play it that way for now.] <br><br>Amethyst, surprised the warrior had gotten his hand around her throat, tensed. Her eyes narrowed, and it almost seemed like the very orbs had changed colour- now shining at a bright and sinister violet. Holding her breath, the Ancient rolled her eyes at Arcxsus; were they all the same? <em>Seriously, I have never met one without that attitude.</em> He let her go, air rushing into her craving lungs like a sigh. <em>"Well, aren't we lucky this wasn't serious."</em> She said to the warrior, slinking her Sais back into her hip holster- than Arcxsus passed out. <em>"What? Really, you're going to pass out right now?"</em> She whined, looking down at the hand her other Sais must have hit. <br><br>"Hello to you bunch there, I believe this belongs to one of you!" A voice echoed from behind her, she spun around as the Fay knelt down beside the passed-out warrior and locked eyes with none other than a drow.&nbsp; In his hand, indeed pointing down, was her Sais. With a small smile that tilted her eyes in and dimmed them back to their usual ebony state, she stepped forwards and nodded; <em>”yes, it is mine...”</em> She told the drow, excitement rifling through her, it was a drow! She had never seen one in all her life. She had so many fantasies, so many questions. Amethyst reeled her head in and took a deep breath, <em>”may I have it back?”</em> She asked the drow coolly, her voice just as melodic as ever. <br><br>However her mind <em>was</em> on the poor warrior behind her; the Fay was more than capable of helping him, but why hadn’t he ducked or dodged? And of course, the real question; why had she thrown it? Amethyst raised her hand for her Sais and sighed, the smile gone though she wouldn’t meet the Drows’ eyes, maybe he had been watching? Embarrassment overcame her and she looked at the ground, <em>it’s always me in company that humiliates myself.</em> She thought to herself silently. <br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 00:25:09</strong>
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				( OOC: Oh, you typed that you stepped forward one step. I thought it was an advance. I'm sorry T.T I'm a horrible person. *Cries in corner* lol)<br><br>*With the bleeding slowed and the hand elevated, color returned to his face. He laughed in his semi-conscious state and mumbled something about a "Close call" and then he rolled over and groaned. His first reaction was to try to rise on the injured hand, which elicited nothing other than a grunt of pain as he rose wobbly.* <em>Dammit! I'm a general for crying out loud, I can't be passing out in front of the troops from such a paltry wound! I must lead them into battle!</em> *His focus returned as he looked around slowly regaining his bearings. He saw the group and remembered the event. He immediately chuckled at his battleground behavior and sighed.* <strong>Such sparring brings back fond memories of the battlefield. Swords ringing and the drums of war singing.</strong> *He furrowed his brow at the throbbing of his hand and reached into his pack. He pulled out a potent looking bottle of liquid and pulled the cork out. He poured a bit onto his hand and winced in pain, then drank from the bottle itself and winced as he gulped. He replaced the cork and bottle and pulled out a white wrapping. While wrapping, he comments.* <strong>Nothing like a sip of Dragon's Bite to bring life back into the body.</strong> *His gaze shifted to the Drow.* <strong>Today just gets more exotic every passing minute. One of the Elegant Ancients, the Proud Fay, and the Never-Seen Drow.</strong> *He walked away from the two ladies and retrieved his sword from the dirt.* <em> Geez, and I thought my life was interesting before. This isn't neccesarily good though. If even the Drow have journeyed out this far, then the rumors may be true... Wait. Drow and Fay... This may or may not go well.</em> *His eyes flitted between the Drow and Fay to gauge the reaction between the two.* <strong>I suppose I have you to thank for the nice clean wound? I thank you...</strong> *He looked at the Fay quizzically*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 03:23:20</strong>
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				((It's ok, Dracoat, I read it wrong the first time too. You were just caught up in the heat of battle! &gt;.&gt; ))<br><br>The look he got from the Ancient was enough to make his smirk grow marginally, though he still kept the Fay warily in his line of sight just to be safe. The change in the woman's eyes intrigued him as well, though he thought better of commenting on it for the moment, and instead gave the pronged weapon a lazy spin, twirling it around a finger. "And how well you use them, I must say..." He nodded his head towards the downed Terrax. Her suddenly calm demeanor also further amused Kalin, and he couldn't help but let a quiet chuckle out as he gave the blade another twirl and mumbled something, then held it out suddenly. It was balanced upright on his index finger without injuring him. It was little more than a party trick with a Drow's abilities, but he was quite sure that it would have an.... interesting effect.<br><br>As Arcxsus came to, Kalin shifted his gaze accordingly to keep the man within easy view as well. The look between himself and the Fay made the corner of Kalin's smirk twitch. It seemed that the Terrax was well aware of the potential tensions in this meeting. That was potentially a good thing. However, for the moment, he continued to face only the Ancient directly, as neither of the other two had addressed him yet. A troublemaking fiend he might be at times, but decorum exists in all scenarios in one way or another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 04:56:59</strong>
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				((Maybe I'm the worst. I didn't even notice that she stepped forward... =X))<br><br>Out of the corner of her eye Sera had been watching the glade where she had seen the glint of red. Only a fool would ignore someone that was hiding from plain sight. She tensed slightly when the Drow emerged, a blade in hand. But it was only the Ancient's Sai that he held, and his intention seemed purely just to return the blade to the girl. <br><br>Shifting her attention back to Arcxsus, Sera noticed him stirring. She saw his lips move, and the heightened hearing that was the gift of her race caught the words 'close call'. She chuckled quietly, and did not stop him as he tried to get up. After all, the Arcxsus of legend was not a child that needed to be coddled, but a seasoned warrior. "There is nothing to thank," she said coolly. "I only stopped the bleeding so you wouldn't make a mess on the ground of this beautiful clearing. And by the way, I wouldn't move too much if I were you. I only put a herbal salve that would quicken the regeneration of the broken flesh and skin, but as you can see, I did not bind the wound. It will open up again if your are too energetic."<br><br>Standing again, Sera turned to observe the Ancient and the Drow. The dark-skinned being, a distant cousin of the Fay, was playing with the Ancient's weapon, twirling it in his hands. The Terrax and the Ancient have proven themselves to be skilled in a fight, though they mean no intentional harm. Even Sera hoped to have proven herself to be a friendly party by tending to Arcxsus' wound. But this Drow? Sera did not like the smirk on his face, nor the fact that he had not yet acceded to the Ancient's request to return her sai. Nevertheless, she spoke calmly.<br><br>"The Terrax speaks true... Fate has orchestrated this unusual, yet timely meeting. I think an introduction is in order? I am Seraphina, daughter of the House of Aeryth, one of the noblest families among the Fay." She spoke her lineage with pride, not seeing any benefit from hiding it. The others were probably bound to discover it on their own anyway...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 16:06:56</strong>
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				<strong>The house of Aeryth? I've heard the name in whispers and secrets. Quite a prestigious title.</strong> *He strapped the blade to his back and again glanced to the Drow.* <em>I'll have to watch that one.</em> *He shifted his gaze to the Ancient.* <em>And her I can't read. She seemed to almost flirt, but really put a good bit into that throw. Hmmm...</em> *His last stop was upon the Fay.* <em>She seems a good enough sort. Now that i think of it... When did this spot get so popular.</em> *He scratched his head and gazed up into the sky. The sun sat a little lower in the sky. He looked across the group and smiled at his own humor.* <em>I wonder if even my name can stop the guards from being to curious... or prone to searching.</em> *His last thought finished as his eyes glided across the two attractive females.* <strong>Well it seems to be getting later. I'll be returning for a drink at a nice clean bar. If you three would like to come along then we could have a proper... meet and greet?</strong> *He turned towards the gate and looked back seeing if they were coming.* <em>Hopefully this diverts any would be tension and maybe I can learn something about these three...</em><br><br><br><em>The Draconic Guardian at the eastern gate shifted his gaze to the horizon. Sensing that the line of Guardians in the ruins had failed to fully contain the threat. He pulled a blade and readied into a battle stance. Around him people stared in awe. Some ran in in panic. The guards at the gate hurried out, but seeing no hostility they followed the Guardians gaze. "I wonder what's going on?" "Does he see something?" "Maybe we should send a messenger... Hey Sarge!" Upon hearing of the change in the Guardian's behavior, the Sergeant immediately dispatched a courier to the Royal Residence. Clouds gathered in the East. "I wonder if those Fay have done something with their magic... May the Elders help us if it's not..." </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 18:49:01</strong>
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				Sera laughed suddenly at Arcxsus' words. Whispers and secrets? She wondered what the Terrax said of her family, if they did not speak it openly. "Prestigious? Yes, I suppose we must be quite well-known, for you to have heard of us too," was all she said. "And yes, I will go with you to this bar... If you're treating, that is!" And she laughed again, feeling suddenly light-hearted. She felt optimistic about this meeting, although it was true that the Drow had yet to prove himself. Sera wondered if his true colours would show more clearly if she were to appear to let her guard down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 01:33:20</strong>
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				Kalin simply shifted his gaze without turning his head, his grin thinning back out to a smirk as he focused his attention more thoroughly upon the further two. "A dalharil of the House of Aeryth... With all those glittering rings, I might have guessed." He chuckled then, his eyes centered clearly on her, though with no clear intent. It was always entertaining to make the other races sweat a bit, but since these three were all capable fighters and they were well away from the patrolling guards... "I am Kalin of Eszrenth, a family of no extraordinary standing among the Drow.” He raised an eyebrow as his grin again displayed a hint of white teeth, pointedly indicating that rank did little to impress him.<br><br>At Arcxsus’ mention of a drink, Kalin seemed to perk up his attention slightly. The only really good taverns and bars in the city had ways of checking for fake gold that he couldn’t seem to get around yet, and had promptly put a watch on him at all times in their premises. It would also be a good chance to toy with these new acquaintances in a mutually neutral location. He nodded slightly, not quite taking his eyes away from the Fay just yet. “Perhaps there is truth after all to the stories of the Terrax being able to befriend anyone.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:56:41</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Nero had found himself shopping in an adventure that should have only been to look around.&nbsp; Before he knew it he had things hugged tightly to his chest as he tried to pay the final vender. With spending a little to much money behind him , he produced a grunt and pushed forward to his where ever the winds may take him so to speak . Soon as he made his way through the city , he found himself getting further and further away from houses and well toward less populated area and soon he found himself approaching the training field the others where at. He at first didn’t even notice them as he was the kind of person who could be considered oblivious to the most obvious things. <br><br><br>As he stepped upon the training field&nbsp; he flopped down on the ground quickly dropping his trinkets to the ground and going through them . He spoke softly to himself “ keep .. Keep give away “ he said half heartily as he started to put the items away.&nbsp; Once away he laid back gently on the ground and merely produced a soft sigh as he release a breath of area . “ such an eventful day .. I wonder what may happen next .. I hope something fun “</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 12:08:41</strong>
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				( Sorry for the delay folks, my niece has been critically ill). <br><br>Had Amethyst of zoned out, she would have missed mostly everything that the three spoke of. It happened so fast her eyes almost rolled backwards in her head, mere confusion. Her hand went up and caught her Sai as she bumped it out of the Drows' hand, a small smirk quirking up the corner of her lips as she turned away from him; no insight at all to having her back turned to one of his species. Arcxsus offered drinks- would she be allowed? Narrowing her eyes she looked to the south, the small curl of smoke reminding her of dinner tonight- a place lonely, dark. She sighed and nodded her head- <em>"I'd be honoured, sir."</em> The Ancient said, a flutter of orange shaded eyes, a wink? Amethyst smiled and hooked her Sai away safely into her hip holders, patting them down. <br><br>She moved to follow the warrior, though she couldn't help that steal of a glance over her shoulder to the Drow, something about him... Incase he saw she quickly moved her head back, taking a few more steps towards the city- <em>"I hadn't realised just how hungry I seem to be,"</em> she said to the Terrax, <em>"Some food and beverage would be wonderful, lead the way."</em> She inclined her head, pulling her ebony cloak tighter around her petite body, keeping the cool breeze from embracing her already cool skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 00:31:34</strong>
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				(No worries. Take care of the family!)<br><br>*Watching the other Terrax simply slip by the group.* <em>I know that man. Hmmm... AH! That was one of the Captains in my unit. Hopefully he still remembers my way of secret communication.</em> *As he began walking he tossed a knife with a small message on it towards the Terraxian. "Headed to Sleeping Dragon. Invitation Extended."* <em>Good, now I can feel I've left no one uninvited.</em> <strong>Able to befriend anyone? That may be so, since I'm treating my new found... acquaintances?</strong> *He grinned* <strong>The place we are headed is called the Sleeping Dragon Inn, a very little known place, for it is very well hidden. It caters not to merrymakers, who would scream and shout, but to the respectable who wish a calm, quiet evening.</strong> *He turned down a back alley and looked back to make sure the group was following. He stopped right before a wall even as he was looking back. He turned back to the wall and bent his knees slightly. He then launched himself to the side and bounded up off of the wall to touch a stone higher up. He landed silently.* <strong>As I said, it's very well hidden. Not many know the secret that you do now.</strong> *The stone wall parted and revealed an inconspicuous wooden door. Which Arcxsus slid to the side and stepped through, motioning for the others to follow.*<br><br>Details:<br>As you step into the inn, eyes settle on you then turn away quickly. To the left is a large bar with a jovial looking Terraxian behind it. Two Fay females dressed to please the eye roam through the tables handing out drinks. You look first to the fireplace though, in which burns an almost unnatural fire. Even though the hearth is small the fire seems to burn large and brighter than should be possible. An old Fay woman sits near the fire and whispers words over it. Is that the secret? Regardless, about five large tables adorn the inn, only two are occupied. Strangely enough, two Zarmen are seated at one, while a mixed group of Fay and Terrax sit at another. Two more Terrax are seated at the Bar. In the back of the inn is a large stairway which leads to the rooms upstairs. Overall the inn has a sort of Norse theme to it. With the heads of animal displayed up among the rafter that crisscross the ceiling, along with weapons of all sorts.<br><br>*Arcxsus walks over to the bar and drops a bag that thuds and rings with the sound of gold.* <strong>My guests are to not be asked a price on anything. Am I clear?</strong> *He whispers this so the group won't notice.* <strong>Yes sir.</strong> *The barkeep replies in the same quiet voice. Arcxsus walks over to a table and beckons the others to sit.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 06:56:59</strong>
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				((Agree with Dracoat. Family comes first!))<br><br>Sera listened emotionlessly as the Drow introduced himself. He was right; Sera had never heard of the Eszrenth family before. But then again, that was of little surprise, since the Fay seldom kept up to date in affairs of other races, not even in those concerning their estranged cousins, the Drow. Still, she nodded to him. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Kalin of Eszrenth," she said in a neutral tone, courtesy dictating her words. "It's been too long since we Fay have met with our cousins."<br><br>And now, the Ancient was the only one among them whose name Sera did not know. Well, it should not stay that way for long, with the way she was acting towards Arcxsus; Sera thought she caught her winking at the tall Terrax. But they were not the only people in the training grounds. Sera was aware of yet another presence some way off from them. Apparently, he had not noticed them yet. Sera eyed him suspiciously, and grew even more distrustful when her sharp eyes saw Arcxsus toss a dagger in his direction. What was that? A threat? Or a signal? Sera reminded herself once more to be on her guard, and not get too intoxicated with those heavy liquors that the Terrax were so fond of.<br><br>Sera had never heard of the Sleeping Dragon, again probably because she, like most Fay, seldom wandered out of their own living and business districts in Dimat. Nevertheless, it sounded like a comfortable place for a quiet chat. And the inn did not disappoint, though Sera disapproved of her scantily-clad sisters (all Fay consider themselves one extended family). Sera followed Arcxsus over to one of the empty tables, and ordered a glass of red wine. While waiting for the others to order too, Sera turned her attention to the old woman by the fire, watching her muttering to herself. A spell? A trance? Or neither: perhaps the poor old lady was simply inflicted in her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 04:35:56</strong>
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				Kalin decided that this Seraphina was, despite her coolly cautious attitude, a more reasonable Fay than he usually encountered. Possibly even one he could get along with. The Ancient also fascinated him, she seemed at once both tranquil and tempestuous; to say nothing of the glance she tried to hide having taken. He had already begun to follow the others when he saw Arcxsus throw the knife towards the newly arrived Terrax. He nearly reacted, not to save the new man but to ensure the job was done. Fortunately for him, Kalin's reflexes were honed to keep himself out of trouble as well as to escape it, and he kept his weapons hidden. <em>"Curious... That was hardly hostile..."</em> Kalin simply shrugged and made a mental note to watch out for flying blades near this group.<br><br>When they reached the wall and Arcxsus stopped, Kalin immediately scanned the wall while muttering faintly. As the Terrax leapt and touched a stone, he blinked in surprise. "That is more than well hidden..." even with his magic, he hadn't been able to distinguish any difference with the stones in the wall. Inside was just as interesting, decorated as it was and yet with the quiet atmosphere. As he noticed the two Fay women he grinned, he already had been spotted and they looked dubious to see a Drow there. They were certainly attractive, but Kalin had no more than a passing interest in women who were not strong enough to fight properly. <br><br>His grin faded when he saw the old woman. Unlike most races, the Drow and Fay lived very long lives even by nature's standard; thus anyone of those races who was old enough to phsically age so much would likely as not be extremely adept with their magic. It would be best not to test his luck... He prompty hurried to the table and sat where he could see the old woman and the room without much movement. He ordered a glass of "Serpent's Kiss," a mixture of various spirits with, when properly made in the Drow style, a small drop of venom from a small viper that mostly lived in dark places or undergound. When the Fay woman gave him a curt nod without a word, his grin was back firmly in place as he looked around a bit more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 07:09:04</strong>
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				Nero didn’t seem to blink at first as the dagger came through the air, but before it hit the ground he quickly grabbed the bilt with two fingers and pulled it back and merely read the note attached to it. “ Curious,&nbsp; hmmm what could it hurt “ he said softly to himself as he jolted up quickly and dusted off his clothing and began to walk after the group. His red eyes studied there figures as they vanished into the distance . “ what a odd grouping but hey everyone needs to make new friends “ He said softly as he picked up the pace to not be completely left behind. <br><br><br>&nbsp;Alas he would still likely arrive late, and as he stepped into the inn he produced a soft yawn as he took in his surroundings. He then nodded to everyone as if a greeting,&nbsp; then quickly made his way to the bar and flopped on a chair with a grin.” Hmmm&nbsp; “ He glanced around as he saw the odd group from before , and he ordered him self a mug of something strong, then took it and&nbsp; walked toward there table “ I am not sure as to why I was invited but I thank you for the invite “ he bowed his head “ Greetings to you all.. My name is Nero …. Nero Nova Son of the General Nova “ Arcxsus probably knew of him, because of who his father was, being someone with great potential but next to little drive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 06:31:53</strong>
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				Camilla couldn't believe the sights and sounds of the massive city of Dimat. &nbsp;If anyone would had told her such a place existed she would have called them crazy. &nbsp; People were everywhere and many different races just walked openly on the street. &nbsp;Guards watched over the entire place and restored order if needed. &nbsp;She was in awe especially since she felt like a princess being led through the city by the caravan guard. &nbsp; He was polite and would make way for her through the throngs of pedestrians if necessary, his large frame clearing the crowds easily. Camilla was enchanted by the mixture that made up this city and it was with slight disappointment when the guard pulled her down several winding alleys and finally pulled up at one spot and opened the hidden entrance of the Sleeping Dragon. &nbsp;He ushered her inside "this is as far as I go girl. &nbsp;The barkeep is a friend and he'll be fair. &nbsp;Find some friends to take you on a tour and maybe help you..." he trailed off and looked her down and up, "you'll need all you can get I fear."<br><br>Camilla was so caught up in her surroundings she mearly smiled and nodded to him. "thank you for showing me here. &nbsp; I wish you the best of luck in .. well guarding the caravan!" &nbsp;She smiled at him and went inside, blinking in the dim light and was suddenly aware she was being watched by everyone as she entered. &nbsp; Camilla finally could see well enough and noticed the group of people talking at a table and a few other patrons. &nbsp; She stared at the group, unaware that it could be rude or appear like a challenge and finally smiled softly and approached the bar. &nbsp;The large barkeep walked over to her and she asked him politely for water before looking around at the people gathered in the inn, the sudden weight of being completely alone starting to sink in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 08:31:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;Nero was patiently awaiting there response but in the mean time , he produced a soft yawn as his eyes glanced at the awe struck new coming&nbsp; and he said softly “ as a word of warning.. You shouldn’t look so innocent to the world&nbsp; lesser beings would take advantages of you and I would hate to see that happen to such a young lady “ he said with a polite tone as he slipped into a near by chair and took a huge gulp of his strong crudely made drink 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 09:04:37</strong>
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				*Arcxsus nodded and watched as the new, bewildered looking female strolled in.* <em>Odd enough that she was led here, but today has been the rather continuous odd occurrence.</em> *He smiled as a driink was brought to him. He gave the Fay who brought him his drink an extra gold piece and hurried her away playfully.* <em>Now down to business.</em> <strong>You all seem to know me rather well, so I would like to turn the tables. Odd enough that my regular training should be interrupted by such... exotic folk. Be it a question, but what drives a Drow so close to a well established Fay presence? Trouble? In-fighting? or simple day-lust?</strong> *He sipped from his drink and his eyes seemed to light with brightness of their own.* <em>Ah, strong and tasteful as always. That old crack sure knows her stuff.</em> *He winked at the old Fay women by the fire and she smiled back at him. Obviously knowing his thoughts about the drink. She spoke low over the fire and it swirled and crackled.* <em>And as always, keeping the soothing flames leaping.</em> *He caught some movement at the window and snapped his head towards it. Too late. Whatever it had been was gone now, but whatever it was left a spine-chilling hate behind. He returned his eyes to the group at the table awaiting their replies.*<br><br><br><em>A black shape flitted over the walls. No bigger than a salamander and not even a threat. It was meant for surveillance and scouting. It crawled down the wall and across the window of the group's inn. "These are the ones. They must be dealt with before we can begin." The black salamander continued on and went toward the eastern gate. Bad choice. As soon as it neared the gate, the Draconic Guardian snaked out a lighting bolt and fried it. So much for scouting, but it had fulfilled it's purpose. The eastern horizon had blackened considerably with clouds. The guard was at triple strength along the walls. All of this oblivious to our champions, snuggled away cozily within the Sleeping Dragon. Some days would pass before they would even realize trouble would be upon them. So time is left to be merry and enjoy each others company.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 16:00:52</strong>
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				Camilla watched as her water was delivered in a mug and the barkeeps eyes flicked over her and then at the group, finally landing on Nero as he spoke.&nbsp; She blinked at his words and raised an eyebrow curiously, arching her small face.&nbsp; "oh, why would they do something like that when there is so much to do and see here, isn't it wonderful outside?"&nbsp; She gushed and smiled at him before he sat down.&nbsp; She looked over the handsome man but then took a double take at his eyes.&nbsp; "um do you feel well?&nbsp; Your eyes are ... red?"&nbsp; She glanced at his drink as if convinced was the culprit.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She turned away from the bar to see the group seated at the table and watch as Nero moved to join them, hesitating as if not sure she would be invited.&nbsp; She took a sip from her glass and smiled to the retreating barkeep "this is very good, thank you."&nbsp; He snorted and nodded, the price of the drink never leaving his lips since Arcxsus had more than covered everyone that would be in the inn today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 16:45:32</strong>
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				Sera was sipping her wine when another Terrax approached them. She recognised him as the one Arcxsus had flipped a dagger to, and gave him a haughty look, not quite trusting him and his red eyes. Still, General Nova was known in Dimat to be a trustworthy man, straight and incorruptible as an iron rod, so she showed some basic courtesy by greeting the general's son. "Greetings to you too, Nero Nova." She did not offer her name, since she did not yet deem him worthy to know that information.<br><br>She turned her head slightly to take notice of the newcomer into the inn: a blonde with wide green eyes. Nero had begun to flirt with her the moment she had stepped in, but she was interested in her for another reason. She looked far too young to be travelling alone, and far too innocent to know about this hidden inn. As she gazed at the Terrax girl-child -- and she was a child in the eyes of a Fay -- intently, she caught a shadow of movement at the window. Judging by the way Arcxsus snapped his head towards the window, he caught it too. But since he did not bother to investigate it, Sera decided not to care. It was gone anyway, for good or for bad.<br><br>She turned her eyes back to the blonde again. "Children should not wander out alone..." she said in a low voice that was sure to reach her where she sat, given how quiet it was in this inn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 19:03:39</strong>
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				He wasn’t to much older then the young lady, but maybe just by the way he was raised made him alittle jaded, causing him to mature a bit faster then she did. “ I know it may not seem it, but just because these sights maybe new to you doesn’t mean they are new to everyone else… and due to this, the city may not hold as much fascination to others as they do to you, “ He said as if that was explanation enough at first, but then he smiled softly as he glanced back at the young girl “ but to hit the nail right on the head … not all people are good, most people merely see others as a means to an end… someone to help them without dragging them down in the moment “ Even thou what he said was slightly pessimistic he smiled as he took another drink of his glass and motioned toward a near by empty seat “ and as for my eyes… that is complicated but trust I am perfectly healthy “ He continued to hold his hand out toward the chair to see if she would take his invite before his gaze shifted toward Sera and he studied her for a second. <br><br>“did you hear… the guardian that watches these city moved today ….” he said like a gushing child full of excitement&nbsp; as his gaze drifted toward the rest at the table as if to gauge there reaction , for this would tell him a great deal of his neighbors 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 20:44:35</strong>
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				Camilla smiled at the handsome man for a moment, still not sure about his eyes but seemingly taking his explanation at its word with a quick nod.&nbsp; &nbsp;She heard Seraphine's statement and her smile continued as she glanced at the woman and then took another look at the obviously comely raven haired woman.&nbsp; "oh . . . I totally agree with you on that."&nbsp; Clearly not realizing the words were for her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Camilla looked over the rest at the table and when they didn't do anything to appear unwelcoming she sat quickly, perched on the front of the chair almost timidly, her green eyes watching the others.&nbsp; &nbsp;She started to open her mouth to respond to his comment but stopped as he moved onto a different topic which mentioned a guardian.&nbsp; Camilla's eyes brightened "a real guardian?&nbsp; My mother only spoke of them twice and it was when I was doing something bad..."&nbsp; She trailed off her sentence realizing that perhaps she shouldn't have spoken so soon after sitting down and she blushed, the redness moving into her cheeks.&nbsp; &nbsp;She settled for hiding her face behind her glass as she took another sip, her green eyes watching the others but the glitter of excitement and curiosity never leaving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 22:40:23</strong>
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				Nero smiled softly for a moment after he said what he said, and his attention drifted back over toward Camilla.He tilted his head as he watched her child like excitement, for a moment then how she began to withdraw as she questioned herself. He then tilted his head and reached out to very gently poke the girl on the shoulder and said softly. “ Be more confident, I know I wont be mad if you speak a little out of turn especially here “ he said as he leaned back for a second “&nbsp; Oh by the way my name is Nero it’s been unique so far meeting you “ he chuckled softly&nbsp; As for the Guardian moving. It bring an entirely new look on the city , things should start getting fun … don’t you guys think , cause it has to be a reason why he would just abruptly move . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 02:40:01</strong>
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				As the attention shifted onto himself, Kalin blinked in mild surprise. "A valid question, actually..." He grinned and waved a hand dismissively at Arcxsus' reasons. "You may find it hard to believe, but I have been living here in Dimat for some time despite the-" He looked up as the other of the two Fay women brought him a fluted glass of vividly green liquid, a barely-hidden look of contempt upon her face and hurried away without a word. "Despite the frequent antagonism. Suffice to say, though, that my motivations are as simple as wanting to enjoy myself. You see, that's one of the stereotypes that both we Drow and our Fay relatives share..." He grinned broadly and winked conspiratorially at Seraphina before taking a small sip of the poisonous looking drink, "A drive to do whatever seems right at the time."<br><br>When the younger man from before joined them at the table Kalin resumed his silent observation. He recognized the young guardsman from around the shopping district, though they had never actually met, and he tentatively approved of the way he held himself... For a Terrax. Speaking of which, he missed the look Arcxsus gave towards the window when the new girl entered the inn and he curiously followed her progress to the bar. Noting nothing to suggest that she could fight, nor any of his other cues of interest, he took another sip of his drink and grinned into the glass at Seraphina's comment. <br><br>He listened intently to the talk of the Guardian, something that he had carefully avoided since arriving, and laughed quietly at the younger man's question. "Fun, I suppose is one way to describe it... Hah, just so long as I'm not mistakenly attacked in the case of a battle. As to why it has moved... Hmm, don't look at me, I'm harmless." He set his glass down and spead his hands in a gesture of helplessness which was offset by the appearance of a small mithril spike held between his thumb and forefinger which melted before their eyes and snaked its way back up to rejoin the pendant at his neck. His eyes glittered brightly in honest amusement as he looked down at his drink again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 02:45:59</strong>
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				Camilla watched the others at the table with great, childlike interest as they chatted.&nbsp; Her face lost the flush and just when she thought she was safe the man next to her poked her on the shoulder.&nbsp; She pulled her eyes from the gruff looking man, the beautiful shorter and taller women and the most unusually dark skinned fay.&nbsp; She looked at Nero and blinked, slightly unnerved by his red eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;"oh, hello Nero", she whispered to not interrupt the others "I am Camilla and it has been nice meeting you too." She smiled softly and moved her eyes away from him.&nbsp; "I'm not going to interrupt people, it's rude but thank you for your comment.&nbsp; I don't know what to think about the guardian, I've never actually seen one."&nbsp; She smiled pleasantly at him, returning her eyes to the rest of the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 08:04:41</strong>
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				“ I think personally anything that is new to ones standard life is fun , even if its bad “ he said softly at first “ so this guardian moving may be something that could change all of our lives for the better.. Or maybe for the worse.. But I think it will be fun to find out no matter the out come “ he smiled as he shrugged his shoulders and glanced around the table , still only knowing one persons name , he turned his attention to that one person and he tilted his head “ So Camilla what brings you here… or out… cause by the way you act .. You clearly either don’t come from here.. Or happened to be very sheltered 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 10:03:52</strong>
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				Sera resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the blonde when she innocently agreed with her. And then, General Nova's son began to gush about the Draconic Guardians. Despite his mature looks, Sera reminded herself that he was a child too. <br><br>Her lips tightened into a grim line when Kalin winked at her. Honestly, she couldn't say who was worse: the two children Nero and Camilla, or the obnoxious drow sitting opposite her. But for Arcxsus, Sera would have stood up and left immediately. Instead, she forced herself to remain calm. In any case, if her bad premonition about that shadow across the window had been right, these kids would need protecting. "The coming of the Guardians means nothing but trouble," she stated matter-of-factly. "There is nothing fun or exciting about the dark times ahead, son of General Nova. You should do your father a favour and stay out of trouble. As for you Miss Camilla, I do not know what wind blew you into this inn, but you should watch yourself too. Leave this city, if you can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 11:35:13</strong>
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				*Arcxsus listened to the banter silently only glancing at the window once more.* <em>Well, seems little green eyes and red eyes are getting along swimmingly.</em> *He frowned at the mention of the Guardian.* <em>Moving? This doesn't bode well.</em> *He stood and motioned for the Fay he had tipped earlier.* <strong>If my guests will allow, I must have a word with my friend here.</strong> *He hurried off to a small table in the shadowed corner of the room without awaiting a reply. The Fay woman followed him. She looked back at the table and winked at the ladies smugly. The two sat at the small table and began what seemed to be a hushed conversation. A little exchange of coin and Arcxsus returned. He sat in his chair and resumed his drinking. He didn't even glance at the others and the Fay woman went back to serving, as if id had never happened.* <strong>Sorry for the interruption. Seems the children are playing together nicely I would say.</strong> *This he whispered to the three at the table.*<br><br>(I would ask that we slow down and wait a bit for Ellorey. Don't want to leave her behind :) .)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 13:28:07</strong>
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				Camilla tried to not be excited about what was happening around her but she felt giddy that a few moments ago she saw a huge city, unknown and full of promise from a viewpoint that she wasn't at the unrisable bottom of. To being abandoned in some inn to now talking to some obviously important people. "Maybe even heros!" she thought with a smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;Camilla nodded as Seraphima's statement and Nero's question came on each other's heels and she didn't know who to respond to first so she answered both at the same time, nodding her head.&nbsp; "Well actually it was a caravan guard that was kind enough to take me to a nice place to start off in.&nbsp; I think that people are nice and want to do the right thing, sometime it just takes them awhile or they need to have someone be nice to them first." She smiled at Seraphina as it wanting her grim countenance to become softer.&nbsp; "Nero, I'm from Tian and...well not a very nice part and my mother said that I needed to leave before I became stuck or ruined.&nbsp; I tried to stay because she had so many people that needed help but she insisted."&nbsp; She clutched the shoulder bag that hung over one shoulder, its leather strap creaking against her leather top with cloth sleeve and rustling against her cloth knee length skirt.&nbsp; "I really appreciate the invitation and kind words.&nbsp; I've never stayed at an inn before..."&nbsp; She trailed off looking around at the inn.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 02:35:47</strong>
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				He listened to sera words and could understand What she meant. That he should leave things like this to grown ups,but that simply wasn't in his blood. But he did manage to not say anything insulting at first." Well I respect your opinion lady but a part if me feels that the guardians have purpose and one shouldn't fear it. And as for me calling things fun I have a reason " he paused for a second" and that is I find anything out of the norm for me fun good or bad cause it beats sitting quietly waiting to die...don't you think?" He said as he turned his attention to Camilla " well welcome to my home if you need anything let me know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 07:16:54</strong>
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				(( It's been a long time I know, and I apologise all the same. But here comes my post, hope I don't miss anything! )) <br><br>Left alone in the training grounds, Amethyst let her chins slightly droop towards the ground. <em>I'm an ancient, hadn't Ma told me not to fondle with such... </em> She looked up, her eyes just glimpsing the flailing cloaks of the group's taggers. She sighed in mere exhaustion, her mother indeed, had been right when she told Amethyst, age twelve, not to associate with the downgrades and of course Terrax' that lead Dimat into the ground- or the Drow, who live in it. She herself, remembered that horrid afternoon when her mother's last words rang out in sorrow, in a dimly lit hallway of the halfway house. It didn't take long for the small Ancient to get a glistening tear in her right eye, shaking her head she angrily swiped at it as she proceeded into a light jog after the group, <em>either way, any company is better than null, they cannot possibly be that ignorant...That low even.</em> <br><br>Arcxsus had said they were going to the <em>Sleeping Dragon Inn,</em> a place Amethyst was fond of, and most of the locals were just as fond of her in return. She made her way there, slipping silently between the small buildings in the outskirts of Dimat, buildings that the Terrax sought home in when they were in troubled times, or even when they wished to slip away for a day or two to the battle grounds. This, Amethyst had seen time and time again. Well, what hadn't she seen? A girl that spent all of her time out of Dimat, a girl that nestled herself in trees and fell asleep in the grass; <em>some ancient!</em> They say, <em>disappointment to the name!</em> They say. <br>As Amethyst finally slipped between the Ally, the tall building to her right casting a menacing shadow over her life; she sighed. <em>No matter what happens now...</em> She told herself, <em>keep your head high.</em> With that she pulled free her right hand Sai, and with a shallow flick she tapped the high part of the stone wall with it. Before her eyes, the ally way wall parted into a wooden door, the carvings as Ancient as the Guardians. “Ah, Amethyst, I was wondering when we'd see you again.” A familiar voice said as Amethyst pulled the door open and stepped over the threshold. <em>”Ah, Bert. What a pleasure, I can't believe how long it's been!”</em> Throwing one arm around the tall, muscular Terrax, Amethyst sighed in contempt. The Terrax pulled her body close to him, arms winding around her waist and yanking her off the ground; it was all she could do not to turn purple with the lack of air flowing to her lungs.<br><br>"You have been missed by many, miss,” he told her, setting her back on the ground. After a large intake of breath she let a smile linger to her lush lips, <em>”as I have missed them. Though I am not here for socialising, you could say. I’m looking for a group. A Terrax, Arcxsus in fact- and a Fay, a Drow joins them aswel,”</em> at the mentioning of the Drow, Amethyst almost melted, the Terrax in front of her seemed to growl as he pointed towards the table, “don’t drink too much, wouldn’t want to carry you home again Amethyst.” At last he leant down and placed a soft kiss on the Ancients cheek, before he walked away smiling. <br><br>Grinning meekly, Amethyst turned away from the door and over to the table the group was sitting at. <em>Ahhh,</em> she thought as she walked over to them, hands behind her back innocently. She gave them a smile as she curtsied, <em>”may I join you? I seem to have lagged behind back there...”</em> She whispered, reaching up and setting her cloaked hood back, letting it trundle down her back like an ebony waterfall of material. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 12:03:37</strong>
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				*Arcxsus looked up from his musing and smiled. He flourished his hand in a welcoming gesture and motioned to one of the open seats.* <strong>Ah, I was wondering when you would catch up, but by all means join in. Order your fill!</strong> *He lifted his mug to his lips and finished the last of the drink he had. His face seemed a little flushed, but his eyes were still sharp as a hawks.* <em>I wondered where she had gotten. Figured the company might have been too exotic.</em> *He glanced at Nero and Camille, then to Kalin. His eyes appraised Seraphina unconciously. He always did have a way of evaluating females as small effective killers. Sometimes his lingering eyes got him in trouble.* <em>Oh, well. Guess I can live with being thought of as a perverted old man. Sure does contrast my noble bearing though.</em> *He looked up into the rafters then settled his eyes back onto the Ancient. The only one whos name remained a mystery to him. His hand returned to being draped over the back of the chair, which was leaned dangerously balanced on the back two legs.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 14:15:28</strong>
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				Sera could not help but throw her head back in laughter at Camilla's reply. "You've got spunk, girl. I'll grant you that," she said, still chucking. Then, she grew serious again. "But, I am serious. This is not the place for kids to be at this time." Shifting her glance to Nero, she added, "And that goes for you too. I hope you are as brave as your words." <em>Only a fool would not be afraid of what the appearance of the Guardians entails. For them to have left their sacred duty... Something must be terribly wrong,</em> she thought silently, though she did not speak her thoughts aloud. In some way, she was growing to like the crimson-eyed boy's innocence and bold attitude.<br><br>Sera's cool grey eyes lifted once more as the door opened again. So there was the Ancient... Sera wondered why she had lagged behind so suddenly. "Welcome back to our little band of circus performers, young Ancient," she said quietly, as she watched her taking her seat and ordering her drink. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 19:50:23</strong>
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				He chuckled for a second as he glanced at sera with a smile "well I may be young and full of inexperience but II am not stupid. Do I worry for the safety of others because of this. ..yes I do and I will do all in my power to spare innocents from any over flow" he said in a way a young Knight would with blinding confidence. He turned his head for a second then got up And made his way to the bar and got a second drink for himself And came back flopping down with a content smirk as he took a sip. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 03:06:59</strong>
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				Amethyst slipped into the booth beside whoever had granted her the space, of course, a small woman like her needn't take up much space at all. She was already evaluating all of them, seems two others had joined the little trio, 'the band of circus performers.' Amethyst sighed and leant back in her seat, carelessly lifting her hand and waving it in a dismissal- <em>"No thankyou, I don't drink."</em> Truth be told the Ancient could drink this bar out of house and home if she perceived the knowledge to do so. After many experiences leading to ruthless tossing of her body out onto the street, she withdrew herself from the social-drinking network. Sighed casually, the Ancient slid further down in her seat and folded her arms up over her chest- from there she looked around the table curiously; <em>"So we have what, three Terrax, a Fay and a Drow."</em> She began in a whisper, ducking her head and narrowing her eyes thoughtfully- <em>"You, Drow."</em> She said, flipping her hand callously towards him with a small snicker of her lips- <em>"I don't think I caught your name in all the ruckus at the clearing, I don't think I thanked you either. So my appreciation for returning my weapon."</em> She said, her voice a little too high, a little too flirtatious. She giggled and gestured to the rest of the table- <em>"As for the others I have yet to introduce myself, my name is Amethyst Beluingin, Daughter of Master Callabra and Priestess Philopher. I'm sure you might have heard of them, they were famous for the arts of prayer and weaponry. Also known for their... Distinctual knowledge of our loveable- Draconian Guardians."</em> Amethyst gave a cute smile and brushed a sway of hair from her face- <em>"Nice to meet you all."</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 03:20:29</strong>
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				As the others continued their conversations, Kalin did what came naturally and remained quiet to listen, paying particular attention to Seraphina, as she was the only variable at the table that he could not place as dangerous or friendly... <br><br>It wasn't that he had no interest in this group, he certainly did, but he found that of the lot of them none would really listen to him should he try to start up a conversation of his own, not yet at least. This problem was solved for him, though, by the appearance of Amethyst within the inn. He looked up with a grin when she approached the table and made enough room for her to be comfortable. "Ah, we thought you might have been chased off by the strangeness of our gathering..." He studied her just as she did the rest of them, not taking his eyes away when she turned her gaze back to him with a wave. "Hm? Ah, yes, my name is Kalin Eszrenth; and no thanks are needed, I simply found it in the tree near my head and thought you would like it back." He smirked at her words, hearing the changes in her tone and yet unable to determine whether it was intentional or not. Either way it was interesting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 14:41:12</strong>
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				Amethyst gave a shy grin though kept her eyes plastered to the Drow, had her Sai really come that close? <em>"My apologies... I tend to get a little out of hand sometimes when my head hits battle mode..."</em> She bowed her head as if gesturing the same remark to the rest aswel- especially the Terrax she had thrown her Sai at. <em>"Kalin..."</em> She whispered softly, letting the word slide over her tongue and lips elegantly enough to cause a smile to spike up on her lips. <em>"Well, like I said..."</em> She said in that high voice again, colour rising to her pale cheeks- <em>"it's an utter pleasure to meet you."</em> Unintentially, the Ancient grazed her arm against his, in admiration? Who knows. She sighed however and shook her head as one of the Fay Maidens tried to offer her a menu, holding a hand up she simply said- <em>"No. Thankyou Kindly."</em> <br><br><br>(( Ok. So you guys can decide on this: I am going camping for a weeks' holidays. I can either withdraw Amethyst completely from the Roleplay- or let her wander off and rejoin at a later time, in which case I'd ask for help on a catch up. :) Depending on how far ahead you got of course. I'll do whatever you all think is best. )) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 15:11:35</strong>
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				Sera smiled at Nero's answer, her soft lips parting to reveal two even rows of white teeth. "Well said, son of Nova," she said approvingly. "And for that, you shall fight with the swords of Seraphina Aeryth at your side. Just be sure not to get in her way, for she would not bother to bring your body back to your father for burial, but will leave it for the vultures instead." She stared penetratingly into Nero's red eyes, another test of the young man's valour.<br><br>Her attention then shifted to the Ancient, Amethyst. "I cannot say I have heard of your parents before, but I have to say, prayer and weaponry are an interesting blend. And judging from your show back in the training ground, you take more after your father?" She smiled as Amethyst waved the Fay servers away for the second time. "Arcxsus is paying. You might as well order some tea or warm water, if liquor does not suit you," she added, winking to the tall Terrax warrior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 18:13:19</strong>
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				(Well it's up to you. You could stay in one of the rooms for the time, as I will probably end up doing with Mayna's Camille, since she is temporarily gone too. Catching up won't be too hard. I can always summarize for ya later.)<br><br>*Arcxsus listened to the banter between the group smiling. Upon Seraphina winking, he gave a thumbs-up, throwing himself off balance in the process. He simply fell back with the chair and landed on the floor laughing at himself heartily. More for the group than for himself.* <strong>Seems someone had a tad too much.</strong> *He wiped tears from his eyes as he stood and righted his chair. He sat back down with grace.* <strong>Seems everyone is getting along well, no?</strong> *It was a question a parent would ask a group of squabbling children daring them to say otherwise.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 18:41:32</strong>
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				Nero didn't seem bothered by the fact she was looking him dead in the eyes. She could tell by the lookin hus eyes thatthevthought of battle was something that excited him. "Well I would be sure to not be a hinderance to you, for my blade is true and my actions always noble." He said firmly as he smiled he's hand bringing up his glass slowly but out of the corner of his eye he saw the man go down causing him to spit what little. Drink had found Its way into his mouth back knot his gobblet.&nbsp; His hand quickly covered his mouth as he stared blankly almost afraid to laugh at first then finally gave in busting out laughing at a very much complete stranger 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 18:44:29</strong>
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				Camille: <br>*She looked at Nero for a bit before replying.* "Well I believe everyone doesn't want to just sit and die..." *She yawned tiredly and pulled her pack closer to her. She stood and smiled at the group.* "It was great meeting everyone. Everything is so new to me and I've traveled quite a distance. I think I'll see what it's like to stay in an inn." *She walked off towards the stairs that led up to the room and waved to everyone.* "I'm sure I'll be back soon, I just want to lie down for a moment." *She disappeared to the upper floor.*<br><br>Amethyst: <br>*After watching the young Terrax female make her exit, the lithe Ancient stood.* "I know I've just returned, but after my spar I do feel a bit... unclean. No disrespect to you." *She directed the last comment to Arcxsus, who waved it off as harmless.* "I believe I'll take my form of our benefactor with a quick bath." *She made a beeline for the bathing areas hurriedly.* "I'll not be long, don't worry."<br><br>(You two can wander back in whenever you get back. This is just a scapegoat kinda thing. Your here, but not here :). Hope you guys don't mind my improvisation! I do wonder where the rest of my flock disappeared to though. Everyone all gobbled out? lulz)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 03:07:12</strong>
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				Kalin just grinned back at Amethyst, taking note of the way her tone changed, particularly when she said his name. When her arm bumped into his, he flicked his eyes down in reflex. As he realized that it had been unintentional, he smirked and raised his glass again. He kept his ears on the others as he looked intently into the drink, never one to be caught off guard when he could help it. It seemed that the young Nova was more than capable of going off and becoming a hero in some foolishly brave and gallant act, possibly even returning alive if lineage was any indication; or so it seemed, listening to him speak with Seraphina. <br><br>He was about to ask Nero a question, whether he had to interrupt or not, when he was interrupted himself by Arcxsus toppling over backwards. Kalin just looked at him for a moment and blinked. The legendary warrior Arcxsus, falling over while sitting in a chair? It was all he could do to keep from bursting out in loud laughter, and he managed to keep it down to a muffled cough of a laugh behind his hand. When the Terrax had righted himself once more, Kalin was still grinning, but with an honest air about it, unlike the concealing smirk from before. "Are you alright there? We wouldn't want the tale of Arcxsus to end on the floor of an inn, would we?"<br><br>As the two females got up to leave, Kalin made certain to watch as they went, only returning his attention to the table when he was sure they had gone from the vicinity. A slight nod was all the answer he gave Arcxsus, none of them had gotten into a fight yet, so things were going better than expected already. With his drink nearly gone, Kalin turned his eyes once more upon the Fay. "I hope it isn't rude of me to ask, but I am rather curious as to what a daughter of a noble house would be doing out here in Dimat... I am of no importance back home, but surely you are missed, no?" There was no hostility or provocation in his tone, but he still held the look of someone who already had an idea to answer his own question.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 08:21:51</strong>
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				Sera raised an eyebrow to Nero as he bragged about his skill. Or at least, that was how she saw his words anyway. "I'll be the judge of that," she said firmly. "We'll see if you are indeed your father's son."<br><br>Her attention was drawn away by Arcxsus' clownish action, and she rolled her eyes. <em>What did I say? A band of circus performers... We might as well purchase a tent and put up a show. Maybe recruit one or two of those Draconic Guardians along too,</em> she thought, smiling grimly. Watching Camille and Amethyst retreat, Sera added pointedly, "Perhaps <em>some of us</em> need a lie-down too."<br><br>It suddenly occured to Sera, as the Drow turned to ask her a question, that she was the only female left at the table. Not that she felt intimidated, of course, not when one of them was half-drunk, and another, a proud braggart. The only one who still had his wits about him, she was sure would not dare harm her. He would not dare risk the peace so uneasily established between the Fays and the Drows, and especially not so close to a Fay dwelling.<br><br>"Noble or not, it is always advisable for a young fledgling to leave his or her parents' nest in order to gain experience and knowledge in the world. Although we Fay like to have little to do with the world, it is customary for one to spend a year or so away from one's home when one comes of age. Surely you, my cousin, have not become so barbaric in your ways that you do not follow traditions anymore?" She said that last line with a voice of pure innocence, following the beliefs of her people that the Drow were corrupted Fays.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 10:49:41</strong>
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				*As he righted himself completely he leaned forward on the table. He simply smiled at Seraphina's comment and shrugged his shoulder innocently.* <em>Good to have someone be thought of as a fool, draws attention elsewhere. I cant help but think these two are poking each other to see who will show emotion.</em> *He leaned back and sighed. He wouldn't let it progress to anything physical regardless. He had let his guard down with Amethyst, thinking she would not get so violent. Her eyes had a particular violence to them when he had grabbed her.* <em>Maybe it was the unexpected loss of blood. Regardless I will watch these two. That boy Nero sure is letting his jewels shine as much as he can polish them though.</em> *He laughed to himself and motioned one of the Fay girls over again. He whispered something to her and she hurried away again returning to the Zarmen table later with two vile looking drinks.* <em>Those two also don't look too friendly. I'll have to watch them too. They've been throwing daggers at Seraphina the whole time with their eyes. Good thing she has her back to them.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 23:23:19</strong>
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				"I suppose you have a valid point..." Kalin shrugged at her words&nbsp; and gestured noncommittally.&nbsp; His expression was hard to place exactly, but his voice dripped with&nbsp; irony as he replied. “And of course we keep our traditions, cousin. Did you think that we Drow had fallen so far? That only the wealthiest of nobility can afford to buy safe passage for their children among the other races full of children?...” He shut his eyes for a moment and took a slow breath before continuing. “Yes, we follow tradition, Lady Seraphina; only we have to be more pragmatic than you.” With his last sentence he emphasized the use of the Common equivalent of a title to make his point all the more clear, though his expression cleared quickly after and returned to his vaguely amused&nbsp; stare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 09:02:44</strong>
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				Camilla blinked once at the top of the stairs and looked around before finding the door to the small room at the cost of a single silver piece.&nbsp; It was dark there and she quickly moved to bolt the door before sitting down on the straw filled bedding, perching on it much like she did with the chair downstairs and swung her feet for a bit.&nbsp; "Well they certainly seem like a nice group of people.&nbsp; That big man at the end of the table looks important and I haven't seen more beatiful women before but did you see their weapons?&nbsp; Do you think they know how to use them?&nbsp; I wouldn't be able to even lift them." She gave a soft laugh at the thought of her being a warrior.&nbsp; "And I think that is a drow sitting there.&nbsp; Did I hear him say Kalin?&nbsp; And Nero is so nice but I don't know what to think about his red eyes..." <br><br>Camilla's thoughts where interrupted then by some strange thumping.&nbsp; It was regular and in rhythm.&nbsp; She frowned and moved around the room as the sound faded and then came back.&nbsp; She had gotten to the shared wall between the rooms and she pressed her eat to the wall.&nbsp; Yes, it was coming from there.&nbsp; She then yanked her head away and moved back to the door and hurriedly walked back down the stairs.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was naive and innocent but she knew what the husky whispered moans meant and by time she arrived back at the table with the others she was blushing.&nbsp; "um, my neighbors were still awake and ... um snoring pretty loud." She smiled at them and quickly set down again in her chair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 09:28:59</strong>
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				Sera simply smiled at the Drow, acknowledging his use of her title. "Safe passage or no, out in the wild, everyone is vulnerable, regardless of their race or gender," she replied. She ignored his show of emotion, and knew he would be grateful for that, for the Drow were just as proud as the Fay. "But if it pleases you to know, my parents did <em>not</em> buy me any passage of any kind. It would be contrary to the purpose of gaining maturity to have one's child travel with an armed escort, would it not?" She held his gaze evenly, breaking it off only to look at Camilla coming back down the stairs. <br><br>She smirked at the flush on her face, quickly reading between the lines to deduce the real reason why she had not gone to bed as she had said. After all, one did not snore if one was still awake, right? "I am sorry to hear that, but I am sure the innkeeper would be more than willing to change your room if you bring the matter up with him," she said with an expression of mock sympathy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 13:24:51</strong>
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				Camilla felt their eyes on her and especially the raven haired Seraphina and she almost felt even more embarrassed as she mentioned moving rooms but she had been so nice so far.&nbsp; "oh I would hate to bother him over such a small thing, I'm sure they'll be do...snoring, finished snoring that is." Camilla smiled and fought against the rising blush and finally won.&nbsp; &nbsp;"and I would not want to appear ungrateful for your company so far by going to bed so fast, after all I am an adult." She nodded her head quickly in confirmation everything about her screaming the opposite.<br><br>"oh the other woman left, I don't think I heard her name.&nbsp; She seemed quiet but I only met saw her for a moment." Camilla smiled then again at Seraphina and more importantly her smirk, " you know you have a pretty smile, you should use it more often." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 13:40:16</strong>
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				*Arcxsus raised an eyebrow at Kalin's words, but he smiled as Seraphina replied.* <em>These two are quite peculiar, never in my day would I think to witness a Drow and Fay spar with words. Oh, but it seems our sapling has returned.</em> *His eyes shifted to Camille.* <em>Snoring huh?</em> *He grinned and at Camille's reply of Seraphina smiling more often, he simply chuckled to himself.* <em>Naive that one. She'll do fine here regardless.</em> *He leaned back and shifted his eyes so he could just see the Zarmen. They were glowering at him now, but obviously drinking his gift.* <em>They won't bother anyone now. They know I have my eye on them. Although, I am pretty much not well liked by Zarmen in general now. That incident back then...</em> *He sighed and closed his eyes thinking.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 15:48:42</strong>
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				Camilla watched the obviously more worldly people at the table drink and chat, sometimes their eyes growing distance and she knew they were thinking internally.&nbsp; She sighed softly hoping to one day have the same knowledge the did but like most things in her head they flitted in and out usually colored by a rainbow of good thoughts and intentions. She noticed the large Terraxian looking at the Zarmen, knowing what the were by name only and she smiled in their direction, staring openly at there amazing forms and finally she waved quickly at them, a friendly gesture when one of them noticed her gaze.&nbsp; &nbsp;She quickly moved her attention back to their table and sipped her water glass, still on the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 21:28:29</strong>
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				Kalin was... pleasantly surprised by the Fay's answer, not to mention that she so politely ignored his outburst, however small it had been. Perhaps his initial impression of her had been closer than expected. "Well then, you and I are not quite as different as some would have us all believe, I suppose. You are more than capable, so I should think that your family did well in their practice." He was thinking of something to say to offset the compliment when Camilla returned. At her words he grinned, already noticing the embarrassment writ clearly upon her features. "Snoring, hm? Well very nearly everyone snores some time or another, don't they?" He chuckled at the girl's attempt to deny her childish nature which, in his eyes, was even more ironic because of her race.<br><br>When she commented on Seraphina's demeanor, he had to catch himself from laughing aloud. "Ah, yes she has a point, you know... So many tales of the scowling, aloof Fay, you do yourself a service to counteract those rumors..." He felt much better after saying that, a gleam in his eyes, after all he couldn't just ignore a chance to prod at her perceived ego a bit.<br><br>He had noticed the Zarmen some time ago, and judging by the looks they were casting in the direction of Arcxsus and Seraphina, they had noticed the group just as quickly. The Drow and the Zarmen did not have open hostilities as did the other races,&nbsp; but neither did they get along. As a mater of principle, though, Kalin made it a point to lock eyes with the larger of the reptilians and show his teeth in a grin that presented a slightly more dangerous look. It wouldn't do to have them start a fight in one of the few establishments that didn't seem to want to throw him out on sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 22:42:28</strong>
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				Camilla's eyes went to the drow, her smile widening has he "agreed" with her and she nodded at him excitedly.&nbsp; "well I know I don't snore but I hope they stop before the night is over." She flushed just faintly as if embarrassed to be talking about it (or lying about it).&nbsp; &nbsp;She continued.&nbsp; "I dont know many Fay but it seems to me they look friendly and amazingly pretty when they smile...like yours now...I mean your smile helps you look friendly..." Camilla stammered out a correction as the color rose to her cheeks again realizing her words were getting away from her again.&nbsp; <br><br>"Do you know them?" She asked quickly hoping to avoid her last sentence and she looked down at her drink as she pointed at the Zarmen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 23:26:57</strong>
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				*He wasn't looking so he answered her question as if directed to him.* <strong>In a way. My reputation doesn't do me justice when Zarmen speak of me.</strong> *His eyes leveled on the group's table.* <strong>An... incident in the past that led to my removal as head of the Dimat guard. Someone didn't like how I running things, so I was set up. Now, the Zarmen don't like me too much and my reputation is stained.</strong> *He sighed heavily, looking years beyond his age, then his face lightened again.* <strong>But, that is not my legacy. I've yet to write the chapters that define my life's story and set it apart from the usual scribble on a page.</strong> *He smiled.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 00:13:18</strong>
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				Camilla blinked and listened as Arcxsus responded as if his speaking was fine and she frowned at the mention of being setup and removed from his job. "You mean someone didn't like you so they made it look like you did something to one of them?" She nodded towards the lizard men.&nbsp; "those must be some of the cruel people you mentioned Nero." <br><br>Camilla smiled softly at Arcxsus. "well if you run things like you have been such a nice host I bet it was pretty special being a guard under you." She nodded at the table as if to get them all to agree.&nbsp; "you should just tell them that you didn't do what they think you did.&nbsp; I'm sure they would understand." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:33:00</strong>
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				<strong>I've tried, but it's no use. They won't believe me. It was the first murder of their own ever recorded here in Dimat.</strong> *Arcxsus shrugged.* <strong>I'm not worried though. I'm more worried for them than me. Specially those two who have been eyeing our little Seraphina's... Ass...ets.</strong> *He grinned.* <strong>Guess they don't know just what they are getting themselves into, do they?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 04:14:09</strong>
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				Camilla smiled back at Arcxsus' comment and nodded in agreement but clearly not understanding his veiled statement "Well I would guess not, she is tall and has very nice hair, oh and not to mention those weapons!" She smiled and sat back, starting to feel more at ease with the group.&nbsp; "This is such an amazing place and time.&nbsp; I mean to be around such people almost takes my breath away.&nbsp; I feel like I'm sitting at a table with heros from stories I heard as a child." <br><br>Camilla shakes her head and just appears to be giddy and full of energy as she sips her water and watches them.&nbsp; "So Arcxsus, that's right isn't it?, is there something I can help with, you've all been so nice to me I want to return the favor!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 23:36:10</strong>
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				( sorry about that, I was kind of sick for the last few days )<br><br>Nero had excused himself after he kind of made a ass of himself laughing at the slightly less then humble guest. He after a while&nbsp; came back to the table with another a drink and flopped down in his chair&nbsp; and leaned back closing his eyes&nbsp; as if he was fighting through the fog&nbsp; that had creeped up into his mind and soon he shock his head as he leveled his head back off and glanced toward the party assembled. His interest only slightly peaked at&nbsp; Arcxsus little confession about his well past failures in a way but he shock his head almost as if it didn't even bother him .&nbsp; Soon it was almost pretty sure his child like mind was bored in fact he seemed to completely slip off into his own world&nbsp; as his hand slipped into his pouch and pulled free a primitive yo yo and began to quickly cast it out at his side. <br><br>"Anyway Kind people I think it Is time I stretch myself .. for the ale is getting into my mind&nbsp; and making things cloudy ….. “ he said softly as he stood up, and began to walk as he casted the yo yo out and having it return quickly to his hand.&nbsp; Soon he found himself in a strange way circling the table then waving as he pulled free of his orbit “ anyway folks I will be seeing you around … duty calls and I wish to ignore it for a little longer <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 05:00:10</strong>
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				The water dripped reluctantly, each particle dribbling feebly. It was hardly what one would call a proper bathe, though at least, in the long run, the one who used it was clean. With a sigh and a ring of long dark hair; Amethyst stepped out of the curtained part of a rather small room and draped a towel are her small form. On the small wooden counter sat her silk ashen-black bag and a small velvet pouch; which in turn contained several golden clips that had held her hair back moments ago. The mirror was cracked in several places; though in this particular inn, she couldn't remember back far enough when it hadn't been, the ceiling was peeling and the walls had holes or dents. It reminded her of a slaughter house; just plain thinking of it raised the bumps on her arms. <em>”Nothing to worry about...”</em> She whispered to herself as she gently let her towel drop into a basket which had a turntable lid, before turning to look at her naked form in the mirror. Bruises shadowed her ribs and hips, aswel as a large slice that ran along the right side of her waist and doubled around to her belly button; <em>”that better not scar...”</em> She hissed grimly as her finger delicately traced over the line with but a wince on her part. <br><br>After a while of letting herself dry, Amethyst had pulled on a gown made of silk in the colour of peaches, much the same colour of the fruit that had grown on the trees south of Dimat. It clung to her frame closely as she made her way back down the stairs towards the Inn foyer, pooling elegantly at her feet and draping along the floor. She spotted the group to which she sought and stepped lightly with sandals made of leather; over liquid that had been accidentally bumped off tables or dropped. Unsure of the conversations at hand and to what velocity they had reached; the ancient slipped silently into the booth, smiling as the silk slid smoothly over her clean and almost glowing skin. Whispering to who ever heard the Ancient said; <em>”did I miss anything too interesting?”</em> Before she settled into the booth once again next to Kalin and let her fingers embrace a glass of light coloured liquid that she had ordered before her departure. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 12:35:52</strong>
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				Sera raised an eyebrow when Camilla complimented her smile -- twice! She really had to hand it to her for her boldness! And even worse, Kalin had to agree with her, even if it were only to mock Sera in the process. Sera resisted the urge to reply with a scathing remark, but merely kept smiling, deciding to play along. "Well, I thank you two for your pretty words. Scowling does put a huge strain on the facial muscles, so I suppose we must take a break from that as often as we can. I, for one, am content to keep my scowls only for obnoxious Drows who overstep the line. Anyway, young Terrax," here she addressed Camilla, "remember that all who smile are friendly and nice. You should learn to look out for yourself. And as for your neighbours, if they don't stop snoring, I'm sure Nero would be more than obliged to share his room with you." She said that last sentence lightly, wondering how if Camilla would understand the meaning behind it.<br><br>She chose to ignore the Drow's words about being not all that unalike. Although their races were cousins, she was less inclined to trust Kalin than the other Terrax at the table. Despite his outburst, she knew that Drows were good tricksters and manipulators of words. At least the Terrax were mostly predictable. With a Drow, you never knew when he was going to stab you. Wasn't that what the Elders say was why they left and became a separate race anyway?<br><br>She glanced over her shoulder to see what Arcxsus and the others were looking at, and eyed the Zarmen. They certainly didn't look happy, but at least they were drinking in silence, instead of causing trouble. The story Arcxsus related was familiar to her, or at least part of it. Yes, it was sad, but it didn't exactly concern her. So she sat drinking her wine in silence as he told it. <br><br>But Arcxsus' last line made her choke on her drink. "My <em>what</em>?!" she growled, her eyes narrowing and her hand tightening in a death-like grip around her wine glass. She turned around, giving the two Arcxsus had implicated a fierce glare. She considered, too, getting up and making quick work of them -- not to kill them, of course, but to ensure that those greedy eyes would never see again -- but gave up on the idea. It wasn't worth the trouble. So she contended herself with throwing them a look of disgust, and turned her back to them once again.<br><br>She was still seething, her pale skin flushed with an angry red. When Nero left, and when Amethyst returned from her bath smelling of soap, she did not look up from her wine glass, which was so very near being smashed to bits in her hand.<br><br>((OOC: Sorry guys! I've been busy... ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 14:38:11</strong>
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				*Arcxsus laughed heartily at her reaction to his comment. He quieted down when Amethyst returned, but was still smiling wide with his reply.* <strong>Oh, I'm sure our young Nero here has taken quite the fancy to green today, but Seraphina I think I can hear that poor wine glass yelling mercy.</strong><br>&nbsp;*He looked over at Amethyst and was surprised by the change when he took a closer look.* <em>Didn't expect that from her, seems not every thorn bush is without fruit.</em> *He grinned.* <strong>No not much, just some residential snoring, discovery of wondering eyes, and some unexpected comment on someone's demeanor.</strong> *He winked at Seraphina and laughed. Then he stood and addressed the group.* <strong>Well in light of the fact that Lady Amethyst looks quite refreshed I think I'll shall join in on her example and do a bit of bathing myself. I'm sure I might need it.</strong> *He mocked sniffing himself and scrunched up his nose.* <strong>At least, I think I do.</strong><br>&nbsp;*He strode into the space that that Amethyst had vacated. He looked down at his hand after he had disappeared behind the divider.* <em>Well still got bloody bandages so I guess I should clean this up.</em> *He stripped out of his armor and displayed the numerous scars he had gained in battle with the Troh. He stepped into the water and relaxed in the ever hot running water.* <em>Those Fay girls never cease to provide. I've been waiting for this. I'll sit here for a bit, let the group survive without me for a bit. I just hope they don't think I've fallen asleep after a bit.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 00:47:00</strong>
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				The veiled retort from Seraphina brought little more than a chuckle from Kalin who simply shot back, "Better a scowl than a blade, though." He had to muffle his laugh behind a hand at the unexpected shot at the girl's childish sensibilities. Keeping even with a Fay he was more than happy to do, but to acknowledge that she might very well be as clever as he was... not likely.<br><br>As Amber reentered the common room, Kalin looked up and made a vaguely welcoming gesture. "Feeling better now and come to rejoin the melee?" He grinned and gave a nod towards Arcxsus in deference to his more thorough explanation. He took in the difference in her appearance with only a slight pause, the silk was certainly a nice touch he thought... As Arcxsus got up from the table, Kalin shook his head slightly and looked up. "Hm? Ah, yes with that scratch you got earlier, perhaps a good rinse would be wise. I think things are stable enough here for the moment." He raised his glass in a mock salute to the man and finished off the last of the green concoction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 06:19:01</strong>
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				Both Kalin and Arcxsus had welcomed her back, though Amethyst was more interested in why the Fay woman had not even stirred from the strong-hold gaze she had on the wine glass infront of her. So, she had missed snoring, wandering eyes and unwanted comments. How reluctant she <em>now</em> was to sit at this table. <em>"Well I'm glad to know I didn't miss anything,"</em> she retaliated sarcastically as Kalin said his words, her hand bringing the glass up to her lips where she took a small sip from it before placing it back down gently. <em>"Yes, I have rejoined you,"</em> she continued in a whisper to Kalin- <em>"though why, I am unsure. Entertainment? I don't think this group would even sit under that category."</em> She sat back as Arxcsus got up and gave him a nod, a smile attached. <em>"Oh the showers are wonderful!"</em> She told him, flicking her wet hair around infront of her so it fell down her chest, there she plaited it tenderly. <strong>"Hm? Ah, yes with that scratch you got earlier, perhaps a good rinse would be wise. I think things are stable enough here for the moment."</strong> She heard Kalin say, wondering if anyone else was bothered by his repeatitive cheek. <em>"A tongue like that will get a man killed,"</em> she told him, not once converting eyes from her long hair which she now tied at the bottom with a piece of old hair ribbon. <em>"Trust me, boy. You do not want to go giving cheek to one of the Terrax,"</em> now, she did look at him- <em>"it never ends well."</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 23:06:28</strong>
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				As he placed his glass upon the table, Kalin eyed Seraphina warily. Though Arcxsus' comment had been to simply make a point, his sensitive ears really did catch a faint crackling sound that suggested the strain being placed upon the glass. The matter was put on hold as he heard Amethyst speak up. At her cautionary words he quirked an eyebrow as he looked at her working on her hair. His smile, which had nearly vanished, slowly grew as he listened until it seemed his face might split. <br><br>"Boy? Heh... hehehe, never ends well? HeheHAHAHA!" He tipped his head back as he laughed, clearly not caring that he was drawing stares from the entire room, ranging from fear with some of the other patrons to cautious concern from the elderly Fay by the hearth. Kalin shook his head and put a hand to his temple, still laughing, though he had quieted down to little more than a chuckle. "You know, I might have worried once about crossing a seasoned warrior, of ANY race, with my words..." He took a breath and let it out, finally having gotten his laughter under control, and he looked up with a glint in his red eyes. "Now, however, I have learned that the best way to live my life is to do as I please and contend with the effects afterwards. If that means that I find myself in more fights and attacks than expected, so be it! At least it is my choice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 23:50:02</strong>
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				Laughter rang out through the small inn, Amethysts' eyes flashed a brilliant scarlet as she eyed the drow with knitted eyebrows. It was rather clear that she was furious, the way her eyelines were pulling together, the way her lips made a perfect straight line, the way her hands were fidgetting in her lap. <em>"Perhaps,"</em> she began, the first turn in the Ancient as her voice practically dripped with acid- <em>"it is best for your simple life."</em> For Amethyst, in such a mood as this; one would always say how ruthless, how...Horrible she was. It was like, all emotion fell from her attire and slithered out along the floor to another dimension whilst she stayed behind to conjure up a storm. <em>"It does not matter the words, or the race at which you direct them - respect should always be maintained for a warrior in Dimat, especially one as... Well known as Arcxsus."</em> Merely a statement, Amethyst looked away from the drow; disgusted with herself, and him. <em>"You know, Kalin..."</em> She whispered suddenly, a shocking change in her demeanor to say the least- <em>"I used to live like you, taking the aftermath just&nbsp; as pleasantly as the present and hoping to...God knows who, that nothing too serious would be rocketting my way because of how careless I was being."</em> She shook her head as if trying to clear an unwanted memory.<br><br><em>"I'm not trying to tell you off, or direct you to another path- your choices and mistakes are your own to carry with you. All I ask is that; if we have to spend tonight together at the same table with this whole group- it might be a little idea for you to have understanding for the...Seasonal warrior."</em> With that the Ancient picked up her glass and downed its whole contents, closing her eyes to savour it before placing it back down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 02:55:24</strong>
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				<em>Night was fast approaching. Unknown to our party inside is the fact that all along the walls of Dimat, Terrax warriors stood shoulder to shoulder with watchful eyes. One shivered from the chill of the cool night wind, but all the others were as stone solid as the Guardian, ever watchful of any attack. News had come down that the feral Zarmen bands had all but dissapeared from the neutral zone. Other news had arrived that the Fay were coming into contact with shadowy creatures. Whispers of the Drow have circulated, but most dismiss the Drow rumors, since a large number of them appeared at the Fay cities with offers of cooperation. They whisper of horrid beasts in the dark underground. Yes, change is on the wind, but what can it mean? <br>The Guardian shifts restlessly as a shadow appears on the darkening horizon. No, shadow is too rewarding a name for the beast. Only the Guardian sees its dark form for the second it appears, merely a wisp of smoke against a cloud of ash...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 06:47:29</strong>
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				Camilla smiled that naive smile, watching the others banter back and forth.&nbsp; She waved to Arcxsus as he excused himself to the baths and giggled softly as Nero played with the yo-yo sending it into some lazy tricks.&nbsp; She waved as he also got up to leave and followed the motion as Amethest's returned, looking so much more pretty than before and her eyes just smiled at them.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked at Seraphina as she mentioned Nero and his room.&nbsp; "Oh I wouldn't want to impose on him, especially for something like noisy neighbors, but it was a nice thought!"&nbsp; <br><br>Camilla watched the drow as he spoke about just doing whatever he wanted and she shook her head.&nbsp; "that is not really a way to treat people sir," she offered meekly, "fighting really doesn't solve anything, it just causes more problems." She smiled at him softly finally and nodded at Amethest's comment as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 07:50:35</strong>
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				Sera scowled at Arcxsus as he pleaded mercy on behalf of her wine glass, but forced herself to relax her grip and cross her arms. Yeah, apparently the scowls of the Fay aren't reserved just for rude Drows. She wasn't quite in the mood for teasing, though. "Yes, Drow," she said the name of his race with loathing and disgust. "A scowl and not a blade, because I would not be held responsible for inciting war between our two races," Her blue-grey eyes flashed dangerously with irritation as she glared at Kalin.<br><br>She sat stiffly at the table, only half hearing Kalin and Amethyst's conversation. When Kalin mentioned living as he liked, Sera made a small <em>hmph</em> at the back of her throat, and promptly ignored him. "I, too, will retreat for a shower," she declared, standing up. Not caring if any of the others heard her, she left the table and disappeared in the direction of the bath houses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 13:09:28</strong>
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				*Arcxsus sank in to the steaming water and sighed, bubbling the water.* <em>At least they're getting along... kinda, but Today has probably been the most interesting day of my life. I never thought I would see a Drow, Fay, and Ancient all sitting at the same table. Much less with a Terrax. They all knew my name even!</em> *He smiled, even the the most stalwart Terrax likes to feel pride sometimes.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 18:40:49</strong>
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				Camilla looked a bit panicked as Seraphina started to leave and she buried herself in a final sip of her water as she watched the drow and Amethest look at each other.&nbsp; Her face clearly worried that she would be left alone at the table soon.&nbsp; "um, so what do you two like to do?" she asked, quickly answering her own question.&nbsp; "my mother always said I had the gift to help people, even more than she did.&nbsp; I just like helping those that are hurt or injured.&nbsp; It seems to happen alot in Tian lately.&nbsp; Everyone has been on edge and angry at each other.&nbsp; I don't understand it, being angry..." she trailed off knowing that she was rambling and she blushed at their reaction to her question and subsequent rambling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 00:34:11</strong>
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				Camilla sighed as the others at the table started to talk amongst themselves and seemed to offer only glances and simple answers to her questions.&nbsp; Finally she pretended to finish her water and stood "excuse me for a secod, I really am curious about those two..." She trailed off and wandered over to the massive lizardlike Zarmen. <br><br>"Hello, I'm new to the city.&nbsp; I have never actually seen one of your kind before.&nbsp; I have some questions.&nbsp; Does your skin get hot in the sun or do you stay cool?&nbsp; How about at night?&nbsp; Can I touch it?" Camilla smiled at them, growing more excited as she asked them questions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 04:57:02</strong>
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				<br><em>The Zarmen watched the slender woman approach, there eyes all to obviously wandering over her form. when she asked them the questions, the simply stared for a moment. Then one leaned over to the other and hissed something in his native tongue and they both shared a hearty laugh. They resumed staring obviously at the young woman's exposed fleshy parts, one actually beginning to drool.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 07:19:10</strong>
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				Smiled as if she understood their joke, grinning along with them.&nbsp; "Well I can understand your hesitation.&nbsp; I am also new in this city and it is a bit daunting..." Camilla sighed softly for a moment.&nbsp; "You know, this city is amazing and I've only been here one day.&nbsp; How about you?" she asked them both, not noticing their mavelolent&nbsp; gazes at her form and seemed to be waiting for them to answer her good intentioned questions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 01:27:42</strong>
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				<em>The two understood her just fine. They seemed to be formulating a plan, according to their hushed hisses back and forth. "Twenty years have we been here. New to city you. Show you secrets in the inn can we." They spoke the language harshly and with hisses and grunts replacing some letters. One stood and pointed to the stairs. "Upstairs very high place. Better showing you from."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 01:54:05</strong>
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				Camilla looked back at the table and shrugged noticing no one seemed to be too much in the mood for adventure and Arcxsus not Seraphina nor Nero had returned.&nbsp; She followed the finger pointed towards the stairs and blinked.&nbsp; "Really?&nbsp; I was just up there and didn't see anything but 20 years? Really?&nbsp; I bet you know all sorts of secrets." she smiled naively at them and nodded.&nbsp; "Well I'm interested in knowing more about these secrets so lead on..." she hesitated for a moment and slapped the side of her skirt.&nbsp; "I'm forgetting my manners, I'm Camilla , and you are?" She raised an eyebrow at them questioning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 11:43:26</strong>
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				Sera unbuckled her light armor, disrobed, and sank into the cool water thankfully. Her skin was still flushed with indignation, but the soothing water soon took that away. <em>Maybe Camilla is right,</em> she thought as she scrubbed she undid the braid in her hair. <em>I should learn to relax, and maybe things will be alright... </em><br><br>Ten minutes later, Sera got out of the water and dried off. She was about reach for her old clothes and armor, but remembering how relaxed Amethyst had been in her nightgown, she discarded the idea and reached for a light blue dress made of a flowy material. It offered better protection than a nightgown, but at least it wasn't as stiff and formal as her usual outfit. She kept the dagger hidden under the long sleeve of her dress, but otherwise left the rest of her weapons in her room. She was quite adept at hand-to-hand combat anyway, if the need arose.<br><br>Sera returned to the common room to find, to her horror, Camilla socializing with the two Zarmen! Grabbing the young Terrax's arm firmly, she started to drag her away from the Zarmen, who already had the evil glint of someone up to mischief in their eye. "Stay away from them!" she hissed in Camilla's ear. "You don't know who you mess with." And to the Zarmen, Sera gave them a harsh glare, as if daring them to start a fight with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 12:53:39</strong>
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				Camilla was just about to move with the Zarmen when she felt a strong grip on her elbow and a harsher voice in her ear.&nbsp; "wha... Seraphrina!&nbsp; I ... wasn't messing with anyone and they were going to show me a secret of the inn." She said with a smile that was fast becoming a frightened frown at the look from the female.&nbsp; As Sera lead her away from the two lizards she glanced over at her. "I wasn't trying to cause a proble... Oh wow, you should see yourself, your beautiful! And that dress is lovely too - it brings out your eyes." she nodded good naturedly and almost like that the Zarmen were forgotten.<br><br>"How was your bath?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 14:54:22</strong>
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				*Arcxsus slipped out of the water with a sigh. The water flowing down his form. He stood in front of the looking glass and examined his scars.* <em>Some are fading, but I'll never be rid of the story they leave behind.</em> *He looked away and reached for a towel to dry himself. He thought of re donning his armor, but instead opted for his greaves, boots, and silk travel shirt.* <em>Feels good to be out of that refining metal for a while.</em> *Sliding the curtain aside, he caught the last bit of Seraphina dragging the young Camille back to the table. He grinned and as he walked up to the table to rejoin the group, leaned on his chair.* <strong>They didn't try the "Secrets of the City" thing again did they? Not to worry, they couldn't even excite a mouse with those "secrets".</strong> *He laughed heartily as the Zarmen glared at him*<br><br><strong>They are quite harmless in public, just gotta watch your "assets" when your alone.</strong> *He said this winking to Seraphina. He returned to sitting relaxed in his chair.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 15:26:06</strong>
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				Camilla smiled as Arcxsus reemerged from the baths and the table again began to fill.&nbsp; Well they seemed like they had something interesting to show me and besides I don't have any assets..." she trailed off as she noticed he was out of his armor and was more loosely dressed.&nbsp; "You know. I was thinking about what you all said.&nbsp; If one of those guardians moved because it's a very big deal, why not just go see why or ask him?&nbsp; I mean, they don't move and talk but obviously they _do_ move so maybe he'll talk?" She smiled simply at them, it sounded like a good idea to her at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 05:33:02</strong>
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				Amethyst had been quiet, as if waiting for the reply from a Drow who seemed to be ignoring her. She gave a quiet shrug that only gave her the insight she needed as most returned to the table- the foolishness of the girl going to the Zarmen had amused her, even irritated her. Arcxsus returned, after Serephine brought the childsome girl back to the table, Amethyst remained silent- just watching. <br><br>(( Sorry for late reply. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 08:30:09</strong>
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				<em>The Zarmen continued to glower even after Seraphina had quit paying them any mind. They slowly got up and left the table, heading for the exit. They stopped at the bar and dropped some coin, then turned their hoods up and ventured out into the night. As they left, a group of soldiers entered whispering to each other. One spotted Arcxsus as they made their way to the bar and he waved a greeting. "Ho! Be it Arcxsus? The Grand General himself?" The group of guards moved to one of the other tables and sat, merrily spouting how crappy duty is. They mentioned the Guardian moving and basically retold the events of the day as they heard it "I heard he leapt out to the gate in one bound!" "Well I heard he was spitting fire!" "Wait, I wonder if there are any female ones?" They droned on until the Fay women appeared and then it was cat-calls and jeers, well until Arcxsus stepped in and reminded them of discipline. they quited down to whispers, but were probably still making lewd comments.</em><br><br>*Arcxsus was still amused by his own joke as he watched the Zarmen leave and the guards enter.* <em>Oh jeez, I hope they dont</em> "Ho! Be it..." <em>I hope they just sit down.</em> *He waved in return and gave them a mock salute which a few returned. He smiled as they recounted their day, probably remembering his own guard days, but when the Fay girls came out, they changed to being unruly and lound. Upon hearing them become animals, Arcxsus stood.* <strong>Alright boys, I know you came off of a horrible and exciting day, but please, remember who you are or I will have to "jog" that memory for you.</strong> *He smiled almost evilly, at which the young guards recoiled slightly, but returned to whispers.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 08:41:15</strong>
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				Watched the Zarmen leave and the guardsmen enter, clearly still wondering about their secret no matter how small but she listened to the guards with interest, almost jumping out of her seat when Arcxsus spoke to them about behaving.&nbsp; "why is the guardian moving such a big deal?&nbsp; I mean they obviously are alive and can move or they never would have gotten where they are now." she reasoned with the others at the table.&nbsp; "Besides, they..." she pointed at the guards "are obviously excited about the events today, look how they are trying to get those nice women's attentions..." she shook her head, just not quite getting their lewd behavior but otherwise sitting politely in her chair, watching the others at the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 16:47:13</strong>
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				Nero, had been gone for a bit , but suddenly like the tornado he was he came back into the Inn with a smile on his face and laugh bellowing out of his mouth. His clothing had been changed , as he was wearing something lose and comfortable now , still black&nbsp; as it seems as if that was all he had.&nbsp; He had a bit of rough jewelry on him now a few rings, and a necklace with a pendent on it which seemed to have some form of emblem on it . He glanced around almost as if looking for the party without much hope that they would still be there, but when he saw them , he made his way slowly over to them with a smile” I would have never expected that you guys would have still been here, after all it is getting a tad bit late . “ He said softly as he pulled free a chair ,&nbsp; and sat down and glanced around the inn slowly , seeing slight peaks in well temperament but he shrugged it off “ so what all did I miss anyway 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 17:12:17</strong>
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				Camilla smiled as Nero returned, the others at the table just a bit too serious for her first day in this wonderful city.&nbsp; "Hi, you missed a ton.&nbsp; They all went to take baths, the Zarmen invited to show me "the secret of the inn" upstairs but Seraphina didn't think that was a good thing for me, then they left without saying goodbye and then those men" She pointed at the guards "arrived and started talking to the serving women and Arcxsus told them to behave... Did you know he is a general? They said so." She said all this quite quickly and without a breath, te excitement of her first day already showing.<br><br>"oh, I haven't been upstairs yet to see if my neighbors were done snoring either but you're right, it's kind of late but I think seeing the guardian would be neat at this point too." she smiled pleasantly at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:30:01</strong>
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				Nero produced a soft chuckle as he heard all that camila had to say , and he merely slides his hands through his hair and produced a soft chuckle “ well it seems you have had a rather fun night it seems.. with oh such much excitement … huh ?” he said softly as he sat&nbsp; back in the chair&nbsp; “ You should really go and check your room . or maybe ask the Inn manager to just move you it may be easier on your sleeping ?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:38:58</strong>
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				After the vaguely hostile exchange, Kalin&nbsp; felt it was prudent to reign himself in a bit. Talking about getting into fights was all well and good, but to actually start one really wasn't something he enjoyed, much less when it would pit him potentially against at least one formidable opponent with more than enough backup waiting in the wings... <em>'Well, I'm sure I'll have more chances to toy with them, no matter...'</em><br><br>When Camilla stood and made for the table of Zarmen, Kalin frowned slightly. Being naive was one thing, but walking openly into the predators' midst, as it were, with a smile and no reason for it. When he heard the offer the one Zarman presented her, Kalin's frown deepened. If it had not been for the reappearance of Seraphina, he thought that he might just have taken the matter upon himself. <br><br>As things stood, though, the matter seemed mostly settled and he settled back into his seat. Looking over his seemingly refreshed compatriots, Kalin took special note of the softer materials and curves of the women's dresses compared to their armor. He scratched the back of his neck absently and glanced up as the guardsmen entered. Their presence made little difference to him, even if the Zarmen were to make a commotion he would likely keep out of it. <br><br>When he realized that the others were speaking again, he blinked and refocused&nbsp; on those at the table. The young Nero had returned while he was thinking, also in much more relaxed garb. "Yes, not to mention my exercising an innate ability to enrage nearly anyone with minimal cause or effort. Welcome back." He chuckled wryly and placed his hands loosely on the table.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 03:10:10</strong>
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				Camilla looked at Kalin as he suddenly spoke, "oh you don't irritate me, not at all. I bet you've seen so many amazing things, you know, being ... Um ... dark." clearly not wishing to offend him she quickly shifted to Nero.&nbsp; "well I would go see but I really don't want to miss anything you all might decide to do.&nbsp; I'm sure I could be of help if you go outside and you could show me the city since my Zarmen friends left.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to switch rooms and be "one of those" guests.". She smiled and seemed happy the table was starting to liven up even if it was getting late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 22:41:27</strong>
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				Nero producers a soft chuckle as he watched the young girl info dump him in excitement and he shakes hus head "you are funny Camilla. Hmm would you mind if I call you Can. And yes I would should you around if you so desire"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 23:00:53</strong>
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				"did you mean Cam?&nbsp; I don't think Can really fits?" she smiled confused at him for a brief moment and then shrugged.&nbsp; The others seemed to be occupied with there own conversations and she hated interrupting them all the time.&nbsp; "Sure, I bet you know the city better than any other? Is there really neat things to see?". She asked him, her eyes excited about not sitting around or going upstairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 23:57:04</strong>
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				He blinked and shakes his head."Yes I&nbsp; meant Cam I apologize for my miss speak at times to many ideas float around in my head and I can get confess when speaking. " he said softly as he glanced toward the table then back at her " well I as born here and my entire family line was Ben here So I guess I do know a bit more then the average person walking these Streets." He paused for a second as he tilted his head " any ideas on what might interest You the most?&nbsp; "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 01:10:57</strong>
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				Camilla smiled at Nero. "why the guardian of course, I mean it seems like it's a big deal and I've never seen one before.&nbsp; I also heard they have an amazing library here but I'm assuming its closed?" she asked Nero and then looked at the table to see if anyone else was interested in going.&nbsp; "i really appreciate the offer Nero."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 03:24:26</strong>
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				Hmm I can show you the guardian in the morning its best to not sneak up or surprise one being such as that" he skied softly as he glanced around " I think I can get us into the library easy enough so let us do that.&nbsp; Deal? " he said with a smile as he offered hus hand
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 03:37:21</strong>
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				Camilla stepped up lightly and waved to the table "see you all later!" She took his hand after a moment and blushed at his handsome smile.&nbsp; She tightened the belt on her sachel and shifted her cloth skirt down just above her knees and stretched slowly. "gee I was sitting for a long time. Ok I'm ready!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 09:17:53</strong>
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				(( OK, finally found some time. ))<br><br>Amethyst was bored, not just bored but a little humiliated. This was a place she fled to more than once a week to catch up with the locals or have a night off from dishes and cooking, or babysitting the youngens in her tribe. Red flamed on her cheeks now as the foolish acts of Camilla had drawn attention to their little 'gang.' Eyes peered out under ebon hoods, from shadowed corners and over the brim of mead jugs. Amethyst hung her head slightly, her eyes drooping as she picked up the cup in front of her, slung her ivory hood up over her head- and sipped silently at her beverage. <em>Please don't anyone recognize me, please don't anyone recognize me...</em> She pleaded over and over again in her head, hoping some form of a God or Goddess were to hear her. <br><br>The table had begun talking again- after the tense silence and her being left alone with a drow she had felt intimate towards, everything seemed to be flowing simply again. Once or twice she heard mutters of disgust, mutters of stupidity, but slowly those mumbles began to fade and the Tavern picked up with music and chanting again, the clinks of glasses and the odd shatter of a plate or jug. The small Inn and Tavern was once again busy, chatter over chatter as indifferent locals spoke over each other, trying to be heard most. Amethyst was used to it, and her small pointed ears picked up things from across the bar as she concentrated- stories of the Draconian Guardian moving, stories of strippers in the highlands- that one made her laugh.<br><br>She turned to Arcxsus as he returned and gave a small nod of her head, <em>"welcome back, hope you are thriving after a pleasant bathe."</em> She said, giving him a wry smile as she lifted once of her Goddess like hands and flicked the hood back- those lilac eyes shining. <em>"Welcome back everyone else as well, would anyone join me for some food? I am so hungry, though- if I am the only one to eat I might just go up and sit at the bar, common courtesy of course. "</em> She told the rest, her lips twitching up to catch a smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 00:21:18</strong>
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				*Arcxsus took note of who was doing what. He listened, smiling, as the two youngest seemed to be warming to each other. Their banter was innocent sounding enough, but that was when Amythest piped up from the sidelines about food. Arcxsus slapped his head with his palm.* <strong>So nice of you to remind me!</strong> *He laughed while waving the closest Fay girl down. She bounced over to him.* <strong>Eryieana my dear. My guests are quite starved... Well I am. Bring me the usual?</strong> *The Fay nodded. They didn't speak much. It had taken what felt like a hell fought war just to get them to speak their name to him.* <strong>My thanks and make sure to gather up what my guests shall have?</strong> *She nodded again. Her eyes flitting to each member, lingering on Kalin, with fear? or was that hate?* <em>These Fay are hard to read no matter how much time I mingle amongst them.</em> <strong>Splendid! So who else is wrought with the beast of hunger deep in the pit of their being?</strong> *He smiled as he surveyed the group once more, collecting all his thoughts into one big picture.* <em>The two "kids" seem to be in their own world and I think Amethyst may be taking a shine to our resident Drow, Kalin. Seraphina though, she is a tough one to read. just when i think she may be going one way, she takes a right turn and starts my assesment over. Oh well.</em> <strong>Seraphina perhaps?</strong> *He rested his gaze on her, she had been a little quite, doing the same as he was no less?*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 09:37:46</strong>
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				Amethyst gave the Elven woman a slight nod, the menu was sitting in the middle of the booths' table yet she needn't need to even take a glance at it. <em>"Just my usual, ask Godrith, he knows what I have..."</em> She said to the girl who returned it with a nod, and a small twitch to the right side of her mouth- the smallest, and rarest Elven maid grin. After the girl turned away, Amethyst slipped out from the booth and bowed her head to Arcxsus, <em>"I won't be a tick.."</em> She said, not giving him a chance to reply before she quickly snatched her empty glass from the table and twitched off towards the bar where a very spunky looking Terrax stood waitind for her, another glass in his hand. <br><br>The Terrax gave her a twinkling smile- "I do believe you ordered this miss Amethyst, I do hope it is what you wanted," he was saying as she approached him, one of her contagious smiles progressing across her face, ear-to-ear. The Terrax gave her an inclination of his head before passing her the drink, "don't spill a drop, your hearts desires want this." Amethyst quirked a brow but took the drink from him, <em>"You are strange, child."</em> She told him before taking a soft sip, a grin escalating into a smirk across her jaw- <em>"ahh...It is exactly like the way my mother used to make it! I thank you warrior."</em> She said, leaning up on her tiptoes and dropping a kiss onto his cheek. Of course, he turned and bowed his head, obscuring her path to try plant one on his lips, her hand whipped up and pushed his face to the side though. <em>"Be safe, Warrior. I fear the worst is to come, patrols are getting shorter and yet the Guardians are shifting.... Have you any news for me?"</em> The Terrax seemed a little dumbfounded, had she really rejected <em>him</em> for a kiss? He shrugged it off nonchalantly and withdrew a scroll from his backpack. "The only news any of us have had..." He told her as he passed it over. She nodded and slipped it into her dress, a hidden pocket frayed to look like a velvet layer. <em>"I thank you for your courage, now, get back to work. Come to me if anymore is heard."</em> <br><br>With that, she drew a finger across his cheek, dipped her head, and stalked back to the table and her group of babbling bandits. Her cup in hand, she slipped back into the booth and placed it on the table, her hands loosely around it as she waited to see what the others were ordering. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 05:11:39</strong>
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				Kalin kept quiet as the youngest two of the group conversed and made plans, though it did bring a fresh grin to his features. When Amethyst and Arcxsus mentioned food, he felt a little rumble in his stomach, but he ignored it for the time being. "That does sound nice, but I'm not one to accept a free meal in most cases," he waved a hand dismissively and made a gesture towards Arcxsus, "I do appreciate the offer, but I don't much like being indebted to others over something so trivial. Not to mention those ladies look as likely as not to slip something unpleasant into my order." He chuckled and watched with amusement as the nearest of the two Fay women, who overheard his comment, rolled her eyes but made no indication of denying the possibility.<br><br>When Amethyst got up to speak with the other Terrax, Kalin watched curiously, wondering what signal he had missed that had brought her out of her seat to speak with the man. He chuckled quietly at the less than clever attempt at stealing a kiss from the Ancient and nearly missed the exchange of the scroll as she tucked it away. When she returned he simply nodded slightly back. "If I might try to strike up a conversation that everyone may enjoy," he grinned wryly, "That Draconic guardian, if it moved, would it not stand to reason that any others would have as well? I'm sure news of that would have spread by now..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 16:39:23</strong>
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				Seraphina had been quiet ever since returning from her bath. So much for cooling off in the water! Honestly, she wasn't even sure why she cared so much for young Camilla. It must have been all that talk about smiling and being kind to others. Seraphina made a small sound of disgust. All this Terrax idiocy must have been rubbing off on her. <br><br>Nero returned to the inn, and Sera sat back in her seat unmoving, her face half in the shadows, as she watched the two of them chat. When the Ancient made a mention of food, Sera shook her head. "Much as I appreciate your generosity, Arcxsus, I am afraid that I have no appetite this evening. Besides, the Drow is right. It would not be right to trespass on your kindness anymore." Her tone was cool and aloof once more, all the friendliness she had shown a little earlier that evening gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 00:04:54</strong>
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				*Arcxsus nodded to her cool reply* <strong>But of course the offer is still there.</strong> *His meal arrives, a small bit of meat with a splash of an asparagus looking green, one of which he promptly pops into his mouth and chews slowly.* <em>As I thought, just when I get a read on her, she slips into the shadows once more. Hmmm...</em> *He watches Seraphina with his head lowered to his food, absentmindedly eating. Looking for any sign that might indicate... well anything. Then he does the same with each in turn. He just smiles as his eyes flash over the other two of his own people.* <em>They radiate what they are thinking about, no need to guess there.</em> *Leaning back he sighs contently, himself only realizing he had just finished his meal. He looked at his plate blinking, still surprised at how military routine had still, after all those years, taken effect.* <strong>Sometimes I wish I actually enjoyed the food I consume.</strong> *He grabs the cloth under his plate and gingerly wipes his hands clean.*<br><br><em>A light snow has begun to fall, very unusual this time of year. The flakes are large and float lazily down. One alights upon the Guardians eye ridge and he blinks, lifting his head and looking into the sky. His voice seems, to the Terrax nearby, to sweep through their minds like a arm breeze, steeling them against the coming dark. "Stand firm younglings, the time has come for the last echoes of the Elders to make it's stand against the darkness of their creators hearts. Heroes will rise and many more will fall. But you have the spirit of my very fathers engraved in your souls." Many just stared stunned to hear a voice from the statue of flesh. Many more set their jaws and walk to their homes preparing for, what many, knew may be happening. War. An Ancient menace had loomed on the horizons. Confirmed reports of the Fay had been leaked of horrid beasts fighting to take the cities and homes from their very fingers. Not even the livestock were spared, simply slaughtered and left to rot. The feral Zarmen had all but fallen silent. The Terrax were on the march. The Fay falling back to their great cities, and the Troh arriving in force at the call of their collective in Dimat. Times were dire, just how dire? Our little group may soon find out.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 00:03:06</strong>
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				Kalin nodded slightly, acknowledging the kind offer, and eyes Seraphina a bit warily at her withdrawn attitude. "Well now, I'm certain you would take your time if it were something small or specially made, no?" He grinned slightly at Arcxsus across the table. "After all, meals are meant to be eaten. If you ask me, drinks are what should be savored.&nbsp; But on another matter, I was wondering just why it is you invited someone like myself, Arcxsus. My kind are not often asked to dinner, particularly not when there are Fay present whom I could easily... VERY easily offend whether I chose to or not." His grin didn't falter, but he was quite clearly honest in his curiosity. So far he had not spoken all that much directly to the other man at the table, and he had made a note to himself to remedy that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 04:27:11</strong>
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				<strong>Could be I found it interesting to pit you against one another, or maybe I was curious myself as to how a Drow managed to find himself so near a settlement of Fay. More likely though, is that I offered simple friendship in the face of adversity. Allies are powerful weapons indeed, that is, if they can be deemed as such.</strong> *He smiled, his tone testy and buoyant, never holding a hint of anything but neutrality.* <em>If the Fay can do it, so can I.</em> <strong>Allies can only trust each other to trust in the other. So sometimes, I like to see just how far that trust can go. You confirmed you had trust simply by following me here. Knowing a Fay were in company, an Ancient who's weapon nearly had you, and a Terrax of a least an imposing figure was who had offered. That can open the ties between the Terrax and Drow at least.</strong> *He picked up a mug and drank slowly, his eyes watching just over the lip. He set the mug down and simply smiled at Kalin.* <em>Wonder how that would sound in a courtroom. Hah, no one would even remember the moment Arcxsus had talked to the first drow to make contact with any Terrax.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 05:16:31</strong>
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				As Arxcsus spoke, Kalin listened intently, not so much as blinking. His lack of a reaction was calculated, intentionally hiding the thoughts he was sorting through. When the explanation was complete and the table returned to semi-silence, Kalin blinked as he shook his head slowly at Arxcsus with a small grin. "I see... Yes, very well put, actually. Hah, you are an interesting Terrax, General." He chuckled and slipped the pendant from his neck again absentmindedly making it contort into unusual shapes. "If that is the case, then I must thank you. I never would have come to this establishment alone, and it has a nice comfortable atmosphere..." He gave the elderly Fay at the hearth another cautious glance, just to be sure she was still there, and continued, "Truth be told, I was surprised to find a man outside the city who happens to be so famous in his wartime deeds that even we the Drow have heard of him. By the way..." he leaned slightly forwards as if sharing a secret, "The way we heard the story of your so-called disgrace, you have been praised even further&nbsp; by many of our warriors as a man with uncompromising determination. Heh."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 10:29:44</strong>
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				<strong>I do not regret the choice I made, only the unintended side effect that was thrust upon me. Some truth is hidden solidly within the lies to make it all truth in the eyes of fools.</strong> *He laughed as he uttered the word fools. He had long let the emotions of that particular time sift finely from the boulders that clogged his mind into fine bits of sand that were no longer a large annoyance. He lifted the mug again, saying just before he took a drink.* <strong>And if Gran over there wanted you harmed, I would have done it simply at her order. You have nothing to fear from here, in fact, I think she may even be taking a shine to you. Don't think I've ever met anyone she let look at her so suspiciously go without a stern lesson. Certainly not me.</strong> *He chuckled at the memory, then drank a hearty amount of the sweet juice in his mug.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 06:28:27</strong>
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				Sera watched as Arcxsus finished his meal in a blink of an eye. It was more traditional among the Fay to eat slowly, and enjoy every morsel. To do any less would be an insult to the life that had been given to become food on the table. Clearly, though, there was no such custom among the Terrax. Sera wasn't offended, though. That the Terrax were so different from her own people was the reason why she found them so fascinating. <br><br>Drow, on the other hand... Sera turned to look at Kalin, a mirthless smile on her lips as he mentioned how very easily he could offend the Fay. "I bear you no grudge, Drow," she addressed him. "Arcxsus is right. These are dark times. And at any rate, the Fay do not kill indiscriminately. So far, you haven't given me any reason to do so, which, I suppose, must be a good thing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellorey</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 05:20:26</strong>
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				Amethyst received her meal, a small wooden bowl with steaming contents; stew. Her favourite, her grandmother used to make it for her back when they lived out on the fields. She sighed delicately, the conversations around her barely fascinating or amusing enough to take her attentions. She swept a strand of hair from her face and placed the spoon slowly into the bowl- one thing most knew about an Ancient was their grace and elegance, which Amethyst had- sometimes. The spoon filled with the brow liquid and she brought it up to her mouth where she slowly sipped it from the edge, smiling intently when it flushed down her throat with a calm burn. Replacing the spoon she repeated the action many times, eventually, whilst the others conversed, she finished it. After went her drink, which still seemed to get her excited even on her third glass. <br><br>Looking up at the others, the topic of speech suddenly embraced her, about the Drow and Fay again, she sighed her disgust, would the world never be in peace? Her glass was empty for anyone who would notice, but still the Ancient lifted it up and twirled it in her palm in front of her face, intent on busying herself with the image of distraction, though her ears were pricked and listening in to the others' voices. Unfortunately for her, she only had one perspective on the subject- world peace. Why should species fight amongst one another when there are greater things at stake? When the world that held them all up was crumbling with injustice and mysterious occurrences, which no one knew anything about. The Draconian Guardians for one, they were the only thing in this whole town that had her bones shaking and her skin rippling, what if something bad was coming? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 07:07:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Camilla never really made it very far past the entrance to the inn.&nbsp; First, the sudden falling snow made a mess of the street and was not well received by anyone outside, being so unusual.&nbsp; Second, Nero had quickly excused himself and melted away into the thin crowds an finally she realized she had no idea where she was actually going to go.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked up and down the street slowly, finding enjoyment in the fresh cool air and the people that suddenly were passing quickly past.&nbsp; &nbsp;But soon even that was boring so she turned and after a few tries was able to get back into the inn.<br><br>She slowly approached the table, her fingers tightening on the leather strap of her sachel and she did not make eye contact with any of the remaining people at the table for very long, feeling sheepish for again leaving the table and returning rather quickly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"um, it's a bit strange outside since we arrived..." she offered no one in particular.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 10:05:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Strange?</strong> *He frowned* <strong>How so?</strong> *He waited expectantly, absorbing the events of the group at the table. Amethyst had taken to pondering something deeply, Seraphina eyed Kalin, but glanced at Arcxsus as his question and tone changed. Kalin simply chuckled lightly and shrugged.* <strong>Kalin: Some are a bit more... stony than the rest.</strong> *Arcxsus caught all of this even as his eyes remained level on the only other Terrax at the table.* <strong>Well?</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayna</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 14:35:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Camilla blushed, embarrassed under his gaze and his demeanor and offered "it's snowing outside.." she smiled as if forgetting that snow at this time of year is very unusual.&nbsp; "and people seem to be excited to get home, most likely to celebrate the snow." she added, glancing up at Arcxsus to see if her answer was acceptable.&nbsp; Then she wrapped her cloth skirt around her knees and sat down in her vacant chair, perched on the front of it and watched the others at the table as if trying to catch up to what she had missed.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 00:16:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Snow? Here?" Kalin looked at Camilla in confusion, then at the window. He frowned slightly, as he couldn't quite make out what was going on. He looked to Arcxsus and scratched the back of his head. "If she's right, that really is very strange... what do you think, General?" His tone was bot at all mocking this time and the frown on his face suggested genuine concern.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsunami</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 03:20:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nero had zones out and found himself outside in the cold and he produced a soft grunt thinking to himself "curious something strange in happening " he thought to himself then made him way back to the inn to check on Camilla after all they had gotten seprrated and so he thought maybe she would return To inn instead of wondering aimlessly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Winds of Change: The Story Begins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 09:37:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*At the mention of snow, Arcxsus arched a brow.* <strong>Very rare, but not unheard of. As an early snow often means a harsh winter. A bad omen, to be sure.</strong> *His frown deepened as he leaned back, again looking to the window, which the shadow had skittered across earlier. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, settling his worries and easing the smile back on to his face. Fright would do no one any good.* <strong>I'm sure we are amply prepared. The two past harvests have yielded quite a crop. No need to worry any more than about the snow frazzling your hair my dear.</strong>
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