A new type of B and B (LoganCreed and Star Safyre)
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				Title: <strong>A new type of B and B (LoganCreed and Star Safyre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 01:17:44</strong>
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				He fought through the snow his face already red and raw. He could barely feel his hands and feet already numb from the cold frost bite was a very real possibility. His lightweight clothing so well suited to the warm Dalelands summer were defiantly not suited to wherever he was now. He wasn't sure what had happened one moment he was on the road between Hillsfar and Ashanbenford a sudden rainstorm had driven him into the woods seeking shelter, he knew better of course, the woods near Myth Drannor were notorious and he being a bard knew at least a 100 stories why, but being a bit reckless had always been a problem of his. Taking shelter under the trees had seemed a good idea at the time, until he tripped over a root and found himself suddenly in a snowdrift. <br><br>Now he found himself slogging through screaming winds and sub zero temperature in summer clothing with only a light pack and his larp harp clutched to his chest. A prayer to Lliira and Milil on his lips he pushed forward trying to see through the blinding snow as he fell once more a curse on his lips. He heard something up ahead and crawled towards it his lips moving in thanks to his patron goddesses for their aid here, those thanks died on his lips as he crested the small outcropping of rocks and found a Giant sitting at a fire eating the remains of...something. Now Balin was a respectable height at 5'5 but this creature made him feel smaller then a halfling. Trying to quietly creep away, better to freeze then be eaten, unfortunately normally dexterous hands in this case frozen by the extreme temperature betrayed their master and a patch of snow slide off the outcropping crashing down on the giant making it look up and spot the poor frozen bard. <br><br>An evil grin on its lips it stood up grabbing at him and pulling him up to stare at him muttering something in giantish. Balin smiled a nervous smile "Come now my good man I'm sure we can work something out can't we? I'm nothing but skin and bone you don't want to eat me I'm hardly worth the effort." the hole time he was trying to work the small dagger out of his sleeve, he doubted it would do more then annoy the massive creature but maybe if he got him in the eye it would be enough to make him drop him, he could run then and maybe get away in the snow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new type of B and B (LoganCreed and Star Safyre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 04:52:25</strong>
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				Elgret tracked the stranger easily, making wide strides through the footprint-tattered drifts.&nbsp; Whatever had left those prints walked on two legs and lacked the sense to wear snowshoes, making their maker either a monster or a fool.&nbsp; In the mountains of Damara, fools found the end of their tracks soon if the creatures of the snows did not find them first.<br><br>"Good boy," Elgret murmured, encouraging her dog further.&nbsp; "Good Coalfoot.&nbsp; Find it."&nbsp; The dog, a stout beast with a black and gray woolly coat, swept his muzzle eagerly through the drifts, leaving a melting crush of white on its black nose.&nbsp; Trained to watch his mistress and aid in the hunt for hides her people traded in, he had been her only companion since the death of her husband on such a hunt.&nbsp; Coalfoot had returned to the campsite without his master, and Elgret kept the dog close, knowing only he knew her husband's final moments and words.<br><br>The scent of fire was caught by both dog and woman; both hurried their pace while keeping low to the drifts.&nbsp; The frantic ramblings, a man's tongue speaking in a foreign gibberish, were met by a rumbling chuckle.&nbsp; Elgret knew only a few insults and base words of the giants' tongue, but the creatures hearty laugh paired with its crude word for food did not bode well for the foolish traveling outsider.<br><br>"Coalfoot, tire!" she quickly commanded the hunting dog.&nbsp; Dashing out into the giant's meager camp, Coalfoot barked, stopping to nip and tear at the creature's ankles before taunting it to follow.&nbsp; Enraged, the giant snarled at the impish dog.&nbsp; It abandoned the easy meal to chase after the dog.<br><br>Elgret bolted toward the stranger, a short man coming only as tall as her shoulder.&nbsp; "Come, foreigner, before the giant returns."&nbsp; Grasping him heavily about his shoulder, the towering brunette turned to lead him away to safety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new type of B and B (LoganCreed and Star Safyre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 15:40:43</strong>
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				He wasn't sure what happened, one moment he was hanging from the grasp of a Giant, the next he was face down in a snow drift said giant howling in pain and limping off after a large dog. Before his mind could really process this change of events a large hand hauled him out of the snow drift and to his feet. He found himself eyes to chest with a very very tall women, she had to be almost a full foot or more large then he was covered in furs she said something to him in some rambling tongue. <br><br>Now Balin was no slouch in the Language department speaking at least a dozen languages and a few dozen trade tongues and dialects of common but what ever she had said he had no idea what it was. But right now anywhere with anyone was probably better then where he had been so he tried to let her guide him away through the snow his body sore and freezing teeth chattering despite his efforts to stop them from doing so. He kept himself as silent as he could for now not wanting to draw the giants attention back to them as he followed this strange women where ever she was leading him. Soon his eyes grew slitted and all he could think about through the cold of his body was putting one foot in front of the other the world grew to a pin point of light and then blackness as his blue skinned body finally gave up despite his will. Collapsing in the snow face first he knew no more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new type of B and B (LoganCreed and Star Safyre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 23:28:48</strong>
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				"Cracked ice..." she cursed, setting her battle pick back into its place on her belt as she knelt to lift the unconscious man.&nbsp; It was not a long journey to the encampment of her tribe; in fact, he could have made it himself had be known the terrain and the signs to follow.&nbsp; Still, carrying his nearly lifeless body back while a giant might find their back did not ease her task.<br><br>Soon, the smoke of the camp was on the wind and Coalfoot's greeting yip could be heard behind her.&nbsp; Greeted by her neighbors, she briefly told her tale of finding the stranger about to share his meat with a giant had she not intervened.&nbsp; They saw his state and let the woman set about bringing him back to the world with her fire and furs.&nbsp; She laid him gently among the hide and fur bed, moving it closer to the fire which she fed to aid its growth.&nbsp; A waterskin and herbs at the ready, she laced his hands together with a length of cord.&nbsp; Gratitude was not always a currency foreign men traded the saving of their lives for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new type of B and B (LoganCreed and Star Safyre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 18:23:29</strong>
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				He awoke slowly pain being the first thing he noticed, it felt like his skin was on fire, his head pounding at the same time. And while pain was good it let one know they were alive in this case it was a bit much. He moaned trying to roll over trapped by the weakness in his body and the weight of the furs. When he tried to reach out to steady himself he found his hands tied firmly together and frowned. Scanning the room he slipped his hands under the blankets and started to work the rope moving his hands together and flexing the fingers slightly as he popped a few joints and wiggled his hands free of the binding. Life on the streets of Waterdeep was no place for a young boy to grow up alone, but at the same time lessons learned there tended to stay with you and could come in handy later.<br><br>Trying to be discreet he peered around the tent through hazy eyes still a tad snow-blind, he opened cracked lips and croaked a bit before clearing his throat "H hello?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new type of B and B (LoganCreed and Star Safyre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 00:51:19</strong>
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				Coalfoot, a shaggy dog of gray and black patches, lifted his head from his nest of torn blankets in the corner.&nbsp; While his mistress was away taking wisdom and medicine from an elder, the dog lay idly by the fire as the stranger slept away his cold.&nbsp; Once the warmth had come to him, he awoke, and Coalfoot eagerly rose to properly greet the new man with an inquisitive nose and tongue.&nbsp; Pressing his muzzle to the new man's hands and groin, Coalfoot did his best to come to know his scent.
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				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 15:14:39</strong>
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				Pushing the large dog away from his crotch but scratching him behind the ears Balin looked around taking in his surroundings. He was still cold but not the bone chilling cold that threatened to drag him down to Kelemvors realm. He flexed sore hands staring at his finger tips for a moment before being satisfied that there was no permanent damage, that very frighting thought put away for now he went back to stroking the big dog as he looked around the tent, his eyes sought his pack, and more importantly his harp. He was starting to get worried now that he had the time to think about it, he could tell he was feverish one tended to learn the signs their own bodies were posting when you spent so much time on the road, fever was not a good thing to be suffering when you had no idea where in Toril you were, nor who you had to thank for your rescue, he could have simply traded one cook pot for another or worse. He checked himself for his long knife and found it missing probably left somewhere back in the snow. He cursed himself for a fool dropping it and found that the throwing knives in each boot were still there, goddess be thanked for small favors. As weak as he felt he doubted he would be able to put up much of a struggle but if he were quick he could probably surprise them and get away...out into the blowing white death "Well Balin when you step in it, you really step in it don't you old son" giving the dog a final scratch under his jaw he burrowed down into the blankets and watched the fire until he slept again.
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				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 19:18:25</strong>
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				Elgret had been in no hurry to return.&nbsp; The stranger had been sleeping soundly, secured and warm, when she left, and Elgret silently hoped he had wandered back into the frozen wilds without stealing or making any ruckus.&nbsp; Speaking to a strange man was not one her Elgret's favored pastimes, and, given how helpless he seemed, she was sure the elders' law of repayment would take long to enact.<br><br>Parting the thick hide flaps which barred the portal into her tent, she saw that though he slept, his position had changed.&nbsp; Coalfoot lifted his head in greeting, letting the man's hand slip from around his neck.&nbsp; Motioning with her palm toward the ground, Elgret silently commanded the dog to stay still as she entered.&nbsp; Her blue eyes scanned her home, searching for any missing or broken items.&nbsp; Finding only his discarded bonds on the floor, she stared at him curiously, wondering if he was in fact only pretending to sleep as to set a trap against her.&nbsp; Her hand lingered on the knife at her belt, a tool nearly as long as his forearm she had no qualms in using should he be treacherous.
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				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 20:16:42</strong>
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				He could feel the eyes on him before he actually fully awoke. Looking up at her blearily he gave her a half smile as he reached out and scratched the dog again his forehead popping with sweat as he shivered slightly. "Greetings and well met fair rescuer, I'd stand and bow to you but I'm not sure I'd make it to my feet." he licked chapped lip as he tried to speak again and coughed bending over as he gasped with the pain of the wracking cough. "Excuse me m'lady again you'll have to take my apologies for my lack of manners but I do believe that I have become ill, I hope that perhaps I can impose on you for shelter until the malady passes and then perhaps a guide back to civilization as I find that I have no idea where I am , and am unprepaired for this type of weather. Last I knew I was in the Dalelands near Myth Drannor I have no idea where I am now." <br><br>He looked up at here again vision still hazy from fever as he stared at her "M'Lady?"
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				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 01:30:27</strong>
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				Elgret held the blade of her knife flat to her wrist, ready flick out in defense.&nbsp; Though his words seemed weak and jumbled, the stranger seemed still dangerously sick from his exposure.&nbsp; Elgret approached him slowly, eying his prone form closely.&nbsp; Even if he was ill, she could take no chances.<br><br>She rushed forward, straddling his chest.&nbsp; Her knees pinned his upper arms as she wrangled to gather his hands together.&nbsp; Coalfoot backed off, barking at the sudden explosion of motion.&nbsp; Elgret grumbled as she fumbled for a means to bind him.<br><br>"Where... did that... cord go?"
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				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 21:30:45</strong>
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				His eyes bugged out of his head as she all but tackled him and sat on him, the air woofed out of lungs suddenly compressed by a muscular women that probably out weighed him by at least half again. As she dragged his wrists above him he glared and started a snatch of a song the magic coming to his words unfortunately a wracking cough interrupted his spell casting and caused the charm spell to fizzle on his lips as spots swam in front of his eyes "Goddesses of Music take your ears women get the hell off of me" his cheeks flushed with anger as he groaned again swearing he felt a rib creak in his torso.<br><br>He struggled in vain as she sat on him he eyes glaring up at her as the embarrassment of not only being bound but being sat on to be bound made his cheeks flame even redder "I've tried to be as polite as I can and I am grateful for all you've done but women if you don't get the HELL OFF ME I swear by the Goddesses I'll make you regret it."
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				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 22:17:49</strong>
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				As she might go through the motions of dressing a bear carcass or tying cords to make rope, Elgret wrapped his wrists and forearms with casual indifference.&nbsp; It was simply a matter of practicality, not disdain, which made her believe it necessary to bind him.&nbsp; The knots firm but flexible, she stood over him, nodding at her handiwork.<br><br>"I'm sorry," she said, hoping the strange foreigner make out her meaning though he did not seem to understand her through his sickness and furious indignity.&nbsp; "I can't trust you to be free yet."<br><br>She turned, settling across the fire from him to prepare the tea the elder had given her.&nbsp; As if he was not there, she began humming a low tune, a lullaby, as she prepared the water to heat.&nbsp; She had heard him attempt to sing, and, without knowing his reasons, hoped that her own little tune would calm his fevered anger.
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				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 16:49:58</strong>
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				Having had quiet enough of this treatment he glared at her a look so cold it would make the weather outside feel balmy. Holding his bound arms up in plain view of her his eyes locked onto her face he started to wriggle his fingers and wrists working his arms muscles in a complex way as he never looked away from her. After a few minutes of this he tugged his arms apart and let the rope fall to the ground. He did not move to stand or move out of the tent he simply watched her and then slowly picked up the rope and shook his head from side to side "I'll not bare this, tis not fair I've done nothing to warrant it, I have no weapons and I've not done anything that would indicate to thee that I would harm you, I'll not be trussed up like some criminal for no reason. But.....since you seem so intent on it" He mad a simple loop and put it over one of his wrists loosely before tieing the other end to one of the tent poles. <br><br>With a non plussed look on his face he took his boots and pushed them out of easy reach of himself as close to her as he could get without standing and moving towards her to put them there. Laying back among the furs he wrapped himself up and sighed unhappily as he gave her one last look "Women if you ever do that again, rescuer or not I swear by my Goddess that you will regret it, I'll whistle up a tune that will turn your muscles to jelly and take away your mind, or I'll simply hum a tune and watch you fall asleep until I'm strong enough to leave on my own." He kept grousing to himself about pushy women who sat on him hurting him and then tieing his hands...HIS HANDS for love of the goddess bloody barbarian women with no manners and where they should go and how they should get there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new type of B and B (LoganCreed and Star Safyre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 19:34:34</strong>
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				Elgret watched his strange manners, her eyes narrowing as her knots fell away from his hands.&nbsp; It was rare that a magician visited among the clan, making flashy but useless shows for the young and injured.&nbsp; Anyone with sense and work to be done had no time for their displays and many spoke openly of denying them hospitality when the next came.&nbsp; The coins most magicians desired were few and desperately horded by the elders in case the trading goods depleted; there had been occasions when tricksters had enchanted their way into the clan's gold.<br><br>When he secured the binding again around his hands, Elgret could not help but chuckle.&nbsp; So like an outsider, making a show of his freedom only to put himself back in bondage.&nbsp; City people were like that, always talking of shedding this or that oppressive lord or king and then replacing the tyrant with another of the same cloth.&nbsp; Never able to stay out of the stocks or jails.&nbsp; Never leaving the same plot of land but making a fuss of keeping a bag packed.&nbsp; Their hypocrisy amused Elgret more than floating globes of light or white birds conjured from the air.<br><br>She snickered as he grumbled, leaving him in his assumed ties.&nbsp; She poured a stone mug with the steaming tea and leaned over the fire to set it in front of him.&nbsp; Elgret left him again, a smirk on her face as she went to ask the elder for a firmer binding for her magician charge.
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				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 21:06:38</strong>
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				He watched her go with that smirk on her face and grumbled softly to himself about self important barbarians and their attitudes. Eyeballing the cup for a bit trying to decide if she had put anything in it to make him biable or put him to sleep he decided he didn't care, the cold air was murder on his throat and he was tired. <br><br>Lifting the cup to his lips he drank deeply letting the warmth seep into his throat before putting the empty cup down. He wished he had his pack, at least he could have some brandy then. At least his Lady had made the trip with him. Scooting over to where his harp lay wrapped in her covering he took her in arm and moved back closer to the fire to lay down. Maybe a bit of a song before he slept, it always made he feel better to play, more in tune with the world and closer to his Goddesses.<br><br>Taking it gently from its wrappings he tuned it slowly before putting his long thin fingers to the silver cords. He played softly not thinking it would be heard over the howling wind as he let his lady sing his fingers bringing out her song. He let his head drift down as his fingers played his long hair hiding his face as the stress of the day melted away to his playing. He soon found himself lost in the song and time lost its meaning as all that mattered was the music that flowed from him and his harp.
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				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 16:39:38</strong>
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				The manacles were cold, the metal icy from hanging against the exterior wall of the warrior's home.&nbsp; Elgret had been lent the bindings under the condition that she would let the warriors use her rescued man's labor for a later day.&nbsp; It was very much a fair trade, though Elgret hoped the stranger would be soon well and have slipped away without prints in the night.<br><br>Her eyes squinted as she paused before the flap, the ethereal sound on the air.&nbsp; The music of her people was born from the raced or mournful union of drum and horn; strings were too delicate, too sharp for frozen fingers.&nbsp; The stranger's song was as alien and frail as he seemed, weightless as sunlight.<br><br>Coalfoot, being a beast of instinct without a sense for art, darted through the flap toward the warmth of the tent.&nbsp; Elgret followed more tactfully, silently watching for a moment as he played.&nbsp; Though she had no desire to interrupt, she knew she could not let him appear free much longer.&nbsp; His melody sounded the freedom of the stranger, and Elgret would be held accountable for his lack of restraint.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new type of B and B (LoganCreed and Star Safyre)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 15:41:39</strong>
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				He sensed the dog and the women a moment before the beast came bounding into the warmth of the tent and plopped down near him. His fingers kept coaxing the voice of his lady out into the air and up to the heavens to his Goddesses ears, his tribute to them, he longed to raise his own voice to accompany his playing but his throat felt raw and he did not want to aggravate it further and risk doing it permanent harm. Finishing his playing he let the last note hang in the air for a few moments before he lay his lady back in his lap loosening her strings a bit as he let her rest. <br><br>Reaching out he stroked the dog gently scratching behind his ears as he looked over at the women at the entrance to the tent, he had a soft smile on his lips playing almost always made him feel better, then he noticed the manacles in her hand and the smile melted away like paint mixed with too much water.&nbsp; Looking up at her a furious expression on his normally good natured face he made a point of looking from her face to the manacles and then back to her face again his own showing his anger. He let his voice drop knowing she could not understand him but making his tone very clear low and dangerous "I've said it before I am no threat, I will not run, I have no supplies and my clothing is not meant for this type of weather, I have idea where I am or where I need go and I have offered you no reason to distrust me. I do thank you for your timely rescue, for the shelter from the cold but you WILL NOT bind me in such a way. If you come near me with this and try to force them on me I shall make you regret it." <br><br>He could feel the dog picking up on his tension and took his hand away from the soft warm fur slowly keeping his eyes on them both he slide until his back was against the back of the tent and they were both in front of him. He removed the rope from his wrist and slowly stood on shaky legs glaring at the women and her damnable manacles. His eyes never leaving hers he pointed at the metal cuffs and then himself and shook his head back and forth slowly, then bringing his fingers to his harp he played 4 short cords and let his voice rise softly in a snatch of a song making the fire flare up the form of a lion made of its flame forming for a moment and growling before it faded away. The little bit of magic dying down he panted softly sweat once again covering his body as he waved slightly and pointed at the manacles and himself shaking his head "No"
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