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Post by Princess Anne on Jan 13, 2012 0:09:15 GMT -5
Ann watched as the marketplace's left over vendors ganged up on Kael and chased him off into the distance. She took a step forward, considering helping the poor orc, but slowly realized that it would be useless to cause anymore trouble. They were too far away now, too.
"Odd orc. He seemed different, we'll probably cross paths with him again." Ann scratched her head, walking over to her destoryed display. She picked up her remaining ancient artifacts, placed them inside of the cloak she was disguised in earlier, and threw cloak-turned carrying bag over her shoulder.
"I agree, Elka. We need to get a move on." Ann said with a sly smirk, automatically assuming that they were all going to be her traveling companions on her next dangerous mission. It was getting difficult to see her friend's faces since it was growing darker and colder outside.
"Let's eat 'n' sleep. Both are on me. I'll tell you guys the details of what's going on over dinner tonight." Ann casually walked over to a rather small, two story building that was an inn. Laughter, Cheering, and joyful music could be heard from the outside of the building. Ann walked through the door and upon reaching the front desk of the inn, where a young gentleman was asking for payment, she gave him a "look" and was granted instant access to just about anything she requested at the Restaurant + Inn.
"That's more like it." Ann thought to herself as she signaled to Pere, Elka, and Fearn to follow her into the building.
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Post by Peregrinus on Jan 13, 2012 1:17:47 GMT -5
Peregrinus was busy renching the dagger from the death grip that the ogre had on his knife. Finally, he was able to pry two fingers open and retrieve his weapon. Wiping the blood soaked blade on the garments of the dead ogre, the ranger just watched as the riot of townspeople chased after the seemingly insane orc. He slipped the now clean blade into his right boot before following the crowd away from the chaotic scene.
The ranger's sensitive ears picked up in the sound of the clanging of armor moving up the street. He was sure it was a patrol of the city guard. They never missed a chance to throw people in the city jail, regardless if they were guilty or innocent.
As for what Knife was planning, Peregrinus was interested in what she had to say. Their last adventure had been wild! However, the ranger was not exactly looking to repeat the experience.
He watched as the brunette dansel secured her belongings. The woman had an eye for extraordinary objects. The memory from the last gem flashed in his memory, sending shivers down his spine. Peregrinus was certain some of these objects were probably more than they seemed.
Whistling long and high, the ranger removed the leather glove from his belt and had placed it on his left hand just in time for his trusted feathery friend to land on his hand. Stepping into the inn, Peregrinus removed his hood, before rustling his blonde hair. It was a longer than usual, almost to his shoulders.
"Shall we get a table in the back then?" He asked simply, gesturing to a secluded table.
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Post by Fearn on Jan 13, 2012 17:03:19 GMT -5
Fearn grinned, pushing a wisp of hair out of her face as she strode over to Anne and Peregrinus. “Yeah… It’s been too long, Knife. Good to see you again,” she said, snickering softly at Anne and the ranger’s endearingly awkward interaction. She had never really seen them as friends – they had been allies at best when Fearn had previously set out adventuring with the pair (she still didn’t know why, since as tricky as she had been, she had only been an overgrown, feral child, really).
Crouching to retrieve her knife, the thief/convict/potato vendor frowned as the orc approached her and her former comrades. She then started and quickly ducked her head, drawing closer to Anne and Pere as a rabble of vendors, closely followed by the city guard, charged the orc. With a furtive glance over her shoulder, she explained, “Elka’s right… I spent a couple years behind bars for my… er… dubious lifestyle.” She subconsciously rubbed at the badly healed shackle scars at her wrists, continuing, “I don’t want to take any chances. I’m an innocent, simple potato vendor.”
Nodding in assent to Anne’s comment about the orc, she said, “Anything with that fine a horse has got to be special.” She followed Anne, Elka, and the ranger into the inn, with the distinct feeling that Anne did not mean merely to catch up on old times. Something told her that an adventure probably was in order, and she wasn’t about to complain. She would do just about anything to make her respectable life as a potato vendor as fleeting as possible.
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Post by Elka on Jan 13, 2012 18:03:09 GMT -5
“I gotta say, you make a very bad old woman, Knife,” Elka said with a grin, following the others. “But as a way of getting our attention it worked quite well. That was the plan, I take it.”
Elka was happy to follow Pere’s suggestion of finding a table. Only very rarely did she visit businesses such as this one, and she always felt somewhat awkward at them. Staying out of the way would be welcome, especially if Knife had any interesting plans to tell them about. It had been a long time since she’d seen Knife. “Knife” seemed like such a strange name. Deep down Elka doubted that it was her real name (after all, who in their right mind named their children after kitchen utensils), but everyone around here kept some secrets. One could never take things for face value.
“So you’ve still got the bird, Pere?” Elka observed, as the ranger’s falcon flew to him. “I’m surprised he’ll come into the city like this. It was hard enough to get my dog used to this place. Incidentally, Fearn, do you still have that pony of yours, Aurum?”
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Post by Princess Anne on Jan 13, 2012 22:32:34 GMT -5
Ann promptly sat down at the secluded table. Before getting down to business, she signaled to the waiter to bring over a pitcher of fresh pressed apple cider and large basket of freshly baked artisan bread for everyone. She hoped that the bread and cider would hold them over until the main course. Ann broke off a piece of the bread and gave it to Sly, Pere's falcon.
Ann fell silent for a few moments, just taking in the moment of being able to see her old comrades again. She was even happier that it did not seem that they changed too much.
"Heh heh, so you got locked up, Fearn? That's hard to believe, haha. Seems like it made you tougher, though." Ann couldn't help but humorously picturing Fearn in a prison chamber with a hand-carved shank, looking very menacing while other prisoners trembled in terror from her.
Ann swiped a small loaf of the bread and took a large chomp out of it in a rather barbaric way, trying to stop herself from laughing about the thought of Fearn in prison. And as usual, Ann ended up temporarily choking on the bread since she was laughing at the same time. She quickly poured some apple cider and downed it, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm okay, guys." she tried to play it off cool, like it didn't happen.
"And yeah, I need to work on that 'ol lady acting, maybe I should hunch over more..." Ann thought to herself briefly. "I haven't had any luck finding the wanted bandit lord in this town. I was commissioned to assassinate him and bring back his head to the lord in Aven." she said casually, taking drinks of the tasty apple cider in between.
"Started being an assassin for hire not long after we went our separate ways. While I'm out hunting for the wanted person's head, I am able to sell old antique weapons to get money for food, travel and such. The cloak is just for covering my profile so I can't be recognized so openly. I may still have some enemies lurking from the recent civil war about a year ago." she explained, and it was visible on her face that she was not optimistic about talking about what she currently does for a living. She was just relieved that she was sitting with some people that were familiar to her. Ann could probably count her friends and family combined on one hand.
"I know it may sound a bit crazy to you guys, but I plan on seeing what its like to take a break from constantly being in some kind of battle... there is a small town that I've passed a few times during traveling when I was very young. The town looks friendly and I've heard the land is great for farming and large enough to keep several horses." Ann spoke, thinking back to when several other knights had told her that she needs to get away from the battlefield, get married, and "settle down." She rolled her eyes at the thought.
"But don't worry, I just wanted to see what it was like for a bit. I mean, I'm not going to stop fighting or anything, Noooo way! I figured it would be nice to actually have a 'home' to go back to, if I find some land there that I like. Also, many of the old antique swords I sell have been blacksmithed there. I'd like to meet the guy, he is very skillful." Ann said, pushing her dark hair from out of her face, making the small and more faded scars on her face a bit more visible.
"But, there's uh, a very small catch with that cozy little town I'm talking about, and I may need some help from you guys, if you're uh, free and all..." Ann akwardly looked away from Pere after making direct eye contact with him, then looked down at the cup of apple cider in her hand.
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Post by Peregrinus on Jan 15, 2012 13:16:52 GMT -5
OOC: My internet is out for a while so I'm typing this on an iPhone. So bare with me.
Sly nibbled on the bread that Knife had presented to him. However, it appears like he just playing with it instead of eating it, because he kept taking bites out of it then tossing his head, sending crumbs everywhere.
Peregrinus sipped from his goblet as he listened to Knife's tale. Hearing about the problems in this little village, the ranger's ears perked up.
"What kind of problems are we talking about?" He asked, as his eyes drifted around the inn.
(Modified to add detail and change some details)
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Post by Kael-Tar on Jan 15, 2012 21:18:57 GMT -5
As the heroes dined comfortably in the lavish hall of the inn, the murmurs of dissatisfied customers began to up-rise around them. The sound of the kitchen clamoring up, and the flustered panicking of the barmaids and table-pages only added to the feeling that something was going awry. Come to think of it, for all the time the group of warriors has been waiting, they are still yet to receive even one of their meal orders. As the muttering of the inn's patrons grows louder and clearer one can perceive that no-one has received any food from the kitchen in some time.
A man bursts up from his table and shouts: " Hey, you wenches, wheres my food already, I've been waiting here for over an hour!" the other men at his table correspond with obscene affirmations. Just then the doors to the kitchen are blasted open by the projected back of a frail server, followed by a threatening hand and the associated voice: "you find out where my food is going, you little bum, or I'll serve you up next! The server fleets off frantically in fear for his life.
All of the servers are running about chaotically, except for one, in the dark corner of the hall, sitting in repose, rubbing a full belly. This server is much larger than the rest, and is watching in amusement as the room is turned upside-down in search. But, whist picking his teeth with a small knife the figure is also listening in intensely to the discussion held by the group of travelers.
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Post by Princess Anne on Jan 16, 2012 1:04:28 GMT -5
Anne temporarily looked over at the commotion caused by other customers. She began to feel a bit uneasy when she heard a guy yelling, "it's been over an hour, wheres my food!"
She turned back to Pere and the others. "Let's just say that there are rumors that a horrible plague has swept through. Even the expert doctors can't place their finger on what kind of disease it is." Ann laughed somewhat. "I've heard some knights saying that after the plague victims died, they start walking around again but they aren't the same. Crazy huh?"
Ann took another chomp out of her loaf of bread, eating it ferociously. "The local king even fled the land. He is offering 100,000 gold coins to whoever can rid of the town of the problem. All we gotta do is have a big bon fire to burn up some diseased corpses, piece of cake, right?" Ann chuckled confidently.
"If you guys are with me on this quest, I'll definitely split the pay with you all and you're free to do what you want with it. I even have a special tonic that will keep us well if we go into plaugue-ridden areas. It worked wonders for me during the war." Ann pulled out a small glass bottle with a tan colored liquid in it, putting it on the table for them to view.
"...it'll take us a day of traveling to reach the place. So, what do ya say?" Ann looked at her allies with anticipation.
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Post by Fearn on Jan 16, 2012 7:07:10 GMT -5
OOC: That was Anne who gave your ranger’s birdy bread, Pere, not Fearn… XD
Sitting down at the table, Fearn glowered angrily. “No, Elka… I don’t have that pony anymore. I went to jail, yes? And I couldn’t exactly keep a pony while in jail, yes?” She laughed hoarsely. “And Knife, if by tough you mean I can turn cotton balls into shivs, then yes, perhaps. But I’m out of fighting shape and all that… I cut up potatoes, but that’s about it.”
She snorted as she watched Ann feed Sly. “Did you seriously just give a falcon bread? You never do change, do you…” The potato vendor watched with a faintly amused expression as Ann proceeded to almost become the latest victim of particularly murderous hunk of bread. The warrior-turned-assassin’s story began to lose her interest as she reached the part about the town; Fearn found herself looking around the inn, taking in the appearances of the other patrons as she wolfed down bread like a starved beast. Boorish, loud, and unpleasant, they seemed entirely ordinary, she thought. She had no idea why the servers deigned to scurry around, in a Sisyphean attempt to please them. All except for one, at any rate – one of the servers, a particularly large one, appeared to be sitting down on the job. Noting that he looked far too content for one in his position, Fearn decided to keep an eye on him, in case he gave them any trouble.
“--after the plague victims died, they start walking around again but they aren't the same. Crazy huh?" Fearn heard Ann say. She started slightly. That seemed familiar, she thought, now listening to Anne very intently.
“I’ll go… Sure. I’ve seen enough potatoes to last me a life time,” she snickered. “There is one thing, though… I don’t know. I might be completely wrong about this. But you say that the people contracted some sort of plague, and appeared to die, only to come back to life, different? I’ve heard of such a thing, but never seen it. And it’s nowhere near as exciting a phenomenon as you might think. At least, not as I’ve heard of it.
“My cellmate in prison was accused of sorcery. She masqueraded for years as some sort of witch, selling fake spells and telling fortunes of about the same quality as old cow manure.” Fearn paused to take a sip of the apple cider, which she had to admit was quite good. “In any event, she told me of this trick all ‘respectable’ witches knew of, in which they would appear to raise someone from the dead, crazy. It involved placing poison in the victim’s shoes; the victim would then appear to die, whereupon the witch would give him the antidote to the poison along with a hallucinogen. And there you go: dead person brought back to life, batshit insane.”
Fearn pulled a pocketknife from her handbag, eyes stealing to the large server again. She had a feeling he was eavesdropping, but wasn’t about to say anything. As she neatly sliced the bread, she said, “See, Knife, your plan has a slight flaw. If this ‘plague’ is not a plague, and if in fact just the work of a lone poisoner, burning bodies won’t help. That’d just mean we were burning poisoning victims alive. Not nice. Not at all. We’d need to find the one responsible for the poisoning, and do away with him. Or her.”
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Post by Princess Anne on Jan 16, 2012 21:13:16 GMT -5
Ann's eyes widened and she leaned in with intrigued interest. "Ah, a sorcerer huh? Never crossed paths with one before. I guess that means we may have to fight against some supernatural powers..." Upon hearing about the possibility of a sorcerer behind the raising of plague victim corpses, Ann began to take the mission a bit more seriously. As usual, she often times thought very simply about situations and assumed she could do a quick fix to get it done quickly. She was skilled and experienced with physical combat, but had only fought those with magic capabilities a few times, and usually they did not end too well. To be honest, although she tried her hardest not to show it, she has always been spooked out by any type of magic crafters and avoided combat with them. A feeble waiter rushed out from the kitchen area, pulling a large cart from behind him. He arrived at the table everyone was sitting at and struggled to lift up a huge platter with a fire roasted suckling pig. The platter was so heavy, he let go of it earlier than needed and it slammed down onto the table, making a loud ruckus. The wait nodded then rushed off to serve another table. Normally, Anne would've immediately began digging into the food, but she seemed pretty intent on the events to come. "How I am supposed to fight a socerer?! This isn't good, I pray that a magic user is not behind this, oh man..." Anne thought silently too herself as her facial expression looked very tense. Without really knowing what she was doing, she nervously fiddled with the knife that was supposed to be used to cut up the roasted pig. "So uh, what do you guys plan on doing with your cut of the gold coins?" Anne tried to change the subject so she could get her mind off the thought of fighting a socerer.
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Post by Elka on Jan 16, 2012 23:24:42 GMT -5
OOC: Lechona! I love lechona. This picture makes me hungry. Also, I totally just remembered that my character had a pet dog that I’d forgotten about. Yay.
“No, not a sorcerer,” Elka said, staring intently at the cutlery in front of her. “Anyone could do what Fearn’s talking about, if they know the right poisons. It’s not magic, just knowledge of plants. If what Fearn said is true, we’d be looking for a botanist, not a magician. But I’ve actually heard of this ‘plague’, too. It would take a lot of very well targeted poison to do that to so many people - it would be very difficult to do, and even acquiring the materials for it would be time and cost prohibitive. It’s an easy enough hypothesis to test, though. It can’t be too difficult to tell if something’s dead. Reanimated corpses are a challenge, though. I’ve picked up a bit of hedgerow magic, but I’m not sure how one goes about dealing with dead things walking around.”
Elka paused, glancing at the serving staff from the corner of her eye. They certainly had a handful today. Of course, in this town rowdiness was to be expected. Something about the servers and guests seemed a little strange, though. It almost seemed staged. That was unnerving, but she decided to ignore it for the time being.
“I’m not a big fan of walking into disease infested villages, nor do I like the idea of ‘burning disease ridden corpses’, as you so eloquently put it… but hell, what could go wrong?” Elka sighed. Their food had just arrived. It looked delicious, especially to someone who had not eaten all day. Not eaten for a while, come to think of it. Elka had been forced to start skipping lunch and sometimes dinner ever since money got tight. She put buying her dog food over getting food for herself, which sometimes meant getting meals by less than honest means, something she was still somewhat ashamed of.
“I’ll go with you guys, anyway. I need the cash, you see. I’m just about out, and I think that after today’s fiasco, I’ve definitely lost my job. As for what I’d do with said money, I’d probably move out of this cesspool, first of all. Then maybe I’d get a horse, go travelling… something stupid like that. Kill some dragons, y’know?” said with a laugh.
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Post by Peregrinus on Jan 17, 2012 12:39:59 GMT -5
Peregrinus sat quietly listening to the three ladies chat excitingly about the quest. He wasn't much of a speculator so it did not matter to him what might be out there. The ranger would deal with whatever was troubling the village. Therefore, he instead began slicing bits of ham of the roasted pig and tossing them to Sly for him to catch in his beak. Pere's feathery friend enjoyed the delectable piece of meat far more than the crusty bread he had been given earlier.
"I'm in regardless of what might be causing the disease. And I'd love to fight a sorcerer!" Peregrinus added with a smile. He then carved off a large piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. This caused Sly to chirp softly as it clawed at the air. Obviously, the falcon had wanted that piece for himself.
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Post by Fearn on Jan 17, 2012 17:53:08 GMT -5
Fearn was occupied with the pig for several minutes. She had missed food like that, which could make her so fat that she’d never fight again. Chewing slowly, she considered Ann’s sorcerer idea.
“Not a sorcerer,” she said after she had swallowed a large chunk of meat. “Not a real one, anyways, if the situation is as I described. But if you truly do have dead bodies being reanimated, then yes, we’ve got a sorcerer on our hands, I’d bet.”
Fearn frowned at Peregrinus’ eagerness to fight the supposed sorcerer. “What, ranger, have you picked up some magic lately?” she asked, an eyebrow arcing upward. She would prefer fighting a magic-user to selling potatoes, but she recognized that it would be immensely frustrating, and also probably the last thing she ever did.
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Post by Princess Anne on Jan 17, 2012 23:16:16 GMT -5
Ann abruptly stood up from the table. "I'll be back soon." she said.
This was one of those times she had to cool off, and usually a quick workout was a great solution for her. Whenever she got worked up, and in this case she felt that she may be weak against a magic wielder, she would have a strong urge to train.
The Restaurant was crowded. Anne had to plow her way through due to a small music concert going on that was gathering a crowd. She made her way to the door to get outside of the inn/restaurant, but then something suddenly made her trip up, and crash down onto the floor. Even her sword skid away from her across the ground.
"Ack." she gathered her belongings back and turned to face whatever had made her trip. She had tripped over the foot of a large waiter, who seemed to be taking a strong interest in what her friends were saying. Anne promptly got in front of the large waiter, pulling him towards her by his shirt and raising her sword to his neck. She stared him down in his reptilian like eyes.
"What exactly are your motives, orc?" she spoke in a low serious tone to him, glaring.
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Post by Kael-Tar on Jan 18, 2012 0:20:39 GMT -5
"Well, I`m glad you asked, I was getting tired of skulking around." Admitted the orc. "Here, sit down, I have a preposition for you" Kael stated, sliding out one of the chairs at his little table. " I hear your team is getting ready to head out after some fiend that caused an UNDEAD RISING, I have experienced one before." The orc leaned back into his seat and cradled his heavy jaw in hand like a wine glass. With a sign and his eyes rolling back he regaled, " My people are the spawn of orc and man, Dragon blood looms on the orcish pits that spawned my ancestors, and yet somehow a select few of us come out with enough human to look like me. So what does this mean to you?"
The orc paused noticing the warrior Ann was becoming a bit bored, or lost in the details. "The result of my origins has given my kind exceptional recover abilities, but with the cost of a massive appetite, as I'm sure these many empty *stolen* dishes imply." The cute squinting look Ann was giving off made it clear she had not yet heard why this was pertinent to her. " Some time ago, someone came to our tribe and kidnapped and experimented on us, they are the same that create UNDEAD RISINGs." with a final look of confidence, crossing his arms. "So I have a pretty good idea of what to expect, and a demand for retribution aching in my blood."
Pushing the blade of Ann's sword away from his ribcage with two fingers and a piercing glare. " If you think you can't work with me, or that I`m some kind of monster, then lets get this over with, let battle be joined." He boldly stated, taking a battle ready stance, and placing his hands on the hilts of his axes. "But If your true intent is to rid this land of that undead scum, then you`ll do well to take my aid. I`m waiting for an answer."
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Post by Princess Anne on Jan 18, 2012 1:07:19 GMT -5
Ann took interest in the orc, giving him a competitive smile as she watched him go into a battle stance. There was no way she could resist a challenge, especially with a seemingly powerful opponent. It was interesting enough to her that the orc had a strong and unusual mix of human and orcish facial features, which she had not seen before in anyone else.
"Personally, I would not mind having an extra warrior during this mission," Ann unsheathed her sword, readying herself for a fight. "... but first, I must see how strong you are."
Ann lunges herself at full force at the orc, pulling back her sword with both hands to her left side. Once she is within 4 feet of him, she thrusts her arms forward, attempting to aim the tip of her sword to an exposed area near his lower ribs.
"If you manage to survive our battle, I'd like to know your name, orc." Anne was quite confident that she would be fighting against a formidable foe. She was not expecting the orc to go down too easily. "Also, what will you do after you get your revenge?"
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Post by Kael-Tar on Jan 18, 2012 1:33:51 GMT -5
The orc, surprised but not stunned by an attack in response, quickly moved his right hand to the axe hanging on his left hip, and his left hand to the right axe. As the female warrior drew close, Kael yanked out his weapons, knocking her back with his hands as they flew up and out. With a grunt showing how out of practice he was, the orc then brought both axes down, crossing in front of him, inches in front of Ann.
"It's been a while." As the orc's muscles started to warm up, they also expanded a bit, tearing apart some of the servant's uniform he wore. " Enough of these peasant rags!" Kael tore off the the tattered shirt and lunged outside of the in, stopping, briefly, in the doorway. "The names Kael-Tar, if want more of a fight, then we'd better take this outside. If you`re ready to set off, gather your people and meet me at the ridge South of town, and we can head off."
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Post by Elka on Jan 18, 2012 14:19:46 GMT -5
“I don’t know her,” Elka said darkly, watching Knife attack the large server, who appeared to be the same on that they had met earlier in the marketplace. “I’m glad she didn’t do that when she met me. Could you imagine, little kid Elka fighting off that gal?”
She picked at her food, her interest clearly no longer on the delicious pig. Elka strongly disliked orcs, to the point of not trusting any of them. They seldom were any more than dirty, tricky thieves, who only helped others in the interest of their own gain, in her opinion.
“Take it outside and they’ll have the guards to deal with,” she growled, standing up slowly. “Does this seem like a bad idea to anyone else?”
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Post by Princess Anne on Jan 24, 2012 15:15:35 GMT -5
Anne, briefly stunned back the sudden defense by Kael, sidestepped a bit, watching him intently as he suggested taking the fight elsewhere. Judging by the clever move he used to block her attack, she was confident that she'd want him to be a part of the team.
"Very well," Anne sheathed her blade, smiling excitedly."Me and my fellow travelers will meet you at the South ridge before the sun rises. We've had a long day today and need some rest. We'll continue this fight soon, Kael Tar."
Anne slowly walked back over to the table were everyone was sitting. She looked around, slightly embarrassed because other people in the restaurant seemed to be staring at them. Anne began to cut a large slab of the pig to devour.
"So uh. Tasty pig huh?" Anne laughed slightly. "The orc's not that bad of a guy. He can definitely aid us since he's familiar with getting to the town. What do you guys think?"
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Post by Peregrinus on Jan 28, 2012 17:39:05 GMT -5
Peregrinus finished swallowing the piece of meat in his mouth before turning to Fearn with a clever grin.
"Why, yes I have actually," he said, grabbing a napkin and a fork from the the table.
"Watch as I make this fork disappear!" He quickly wrapped the fork in the napkin, then placed the bundle on the table. Next, he drew two corners of the napkin apart, causing the bundle to unwrap until the entire napkin was flat on the table...and there was no fork to be seen!
"Told ya!" The ranger exclaimed in excitement. However, his triumph was shot lived as one of his companions had sudddenly entered into another fight.
"Why does she always do this?" He asked, placing his head in his hands. However, the fight was over quickly and the adventrous woman had returned to his seat.
"Have fun?" Peregrinus asked his a grin.
"I don't know..." The ranger replied to the young woman's question about the orc. "Everytime, I deal with an orc they are only in it for something themselves."
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