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| Author: | IantheGecko [ Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:34 am ] |
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Marcus woke up to the sound and smell of breakfast cooking. This lovely combination sent the Lizzard rushing to the campfire. "Mmmm, num num num! Is that all for me?" He asked. "I had a great sleep, I did! I was fighting Ogres and Giants and Elves and monsters and there was this big ol' dragon, big as a mountain! He was tough but I beat 'im! And I was the only one left alive after the battle! Me! Marcus the Brave!" Marcus puffed out his chest. "Are we going to White Dragon Peak Yet? I-" He stopped and noticed Goldwing up in the tree. "Oh, hi there, birdy! What a beautiful--GYAHH!" The Eagle swooped down and started pecking at Marcus's face for no reason. "OW-ow-ow-ow-ow--Get offa me, you bag o' feathers! Why, I oughta..." |
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| Author: | The Zephyr Song [ Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:25 am ] |
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Acedia emerged from her borrowed tent with a yawn and a stretch. "Morning Marcus, Goldwing," she greeted nonchalantly, walking past them and barely suppressing a giggle. Greeting Maxwell and Thruendel as well, she quietly yoinked a piece of toast, wandering away from the food again with her ill-gotten gains and trying to eat it quietly. Taryn poked her head out of the tent shortly after her friend exited, took a good look around and then crawled out, getting to her feet once she'd cleared the canvas flap and brushing herself off, looking no worse for wear despite having spent the entire night curled up in the fetal position on the ground. |
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| Author: | just a username [ Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:47 am ] |
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Andrew woke up from his tent, his dreams were memories of the monastrey, but not good ones. "I didn't want to remember my first dodging lesson, I was hit hard...damn dream" said Andrew to himself. He walked to breakfast and got plain slices of toast, "Cereals are an important part of a martial artists diet" whispering to himself again. |
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| Author: | netzen [ Mon Jul 09, 2007 1:47 pm ] |
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<Oi, ugly plot/time kink> Prosper had gone fallen asleep under the tree, but in the morning found himself in his tent. Confused, he walked grogilly out. "Must've been the pixies." he said to himself. The smell of food reached his nostrils, and the plesent promise of breakfast it brought woke the boy up fully. He hurried over. "What's for eats?" he asked pleasently. |
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| Author: | tennessee10 [ Mon Jul 09, 2007 2:40 pm ] |
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<search His Dark Materials or Phillip Pullman> "Barrrr, nom, poj. I think I'm up for regular food. I want to get rid of the memory of that dragon brain" said Tem. He carried his armor out of the tent, into the sun. Hardite is more powerful and... hard in the sunlight, so it was important that Tem kept it clean. "y'know, in retrospect, maybe garbing warriors of a SUBTERRANEAN race in solar-powered armor wasn't a good idea." |
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| Author: | The Zephyr Song [ Mon Jul 09, 2007 3:09 pm ] |
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Taryn was at the moment completely ignoring the alluring aroma of the breakfast Maxwell had made, since she didn't need to eat and all. Hearing Tem, she turned her head and gave him a very "WTF?" look. "I don't know who you're talking to, but that is the most brilliant thing to come out of your mouth yet, Tem," she remarked. |
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| Author: | Somm-1 [ Mon Jul 09, 2007 6:55 pm ] |
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<OOC> Whoops. My apologies for the lack of posting, particularly on such a dramatic moment. Life threw a few delays at me. I'll edit this post in a minute.</OOC> Edit: Jones' Girl wrote: Aurieul stood silently, thinking about her mother and all that had happened since she died. She then began to think about her father and his disappearance she'd heard about so many times. Before she knew what was happening, there were tears running down her cheeks.
Timewarp: Dusk of yesterday "I'm sorry" Eruantian apologized for reminding her of bad memories "I see you understand loss. But do you understand that loss being mingled with guilt?" |
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| Author: | mew4ever23 [ Tue Jul 10, 2007 1:22 pm ] |
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Quinn woke, refreshed by a nights rest, and exited the tent. "Good morning," He said to one in particular. |
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| Author: | Droideka [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 1:03 am ] |
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Horin awoke, said his prayers, and exited his tent. "Do I smell bacon? Wouldn't happen to have any quail eggs there would you?" |
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| Author: | Sarge [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 1:14 am ] |
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Maxwell said: "Good morning to Quinn." and in answer to Horin he said: "Ham, actually. It was left over from last night's feast, and these are some of the goose eggs that Drek found two days ago... gotta use 'em up before they go bad. You guys want an omelet?" |
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| Author: | IantheGecko [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 1:24 am ] |
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Marcus jumped up and down. "Ooo oooo ooo! I do! I do!" |
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| Author: | Jones' Girl [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 3:55 am ] |
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Somm-1 wrote: Timewarp: Dusk of yesterday
"I'm sorry" Eruantian apologized for reminding her of bad memories "I see you understand loss. But do you understand that loss being mingled with guilt?" <Let's do the timewarp agaaaaaain!> Aurieul brushed away her tears and slowly raised her head to look at Eruantian. "What happened?" |
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| Author: | Somm-1 [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 5:51 am ] |
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<OOC> To make this more like a conversation rather than a speech, I'll pause a few times to allow Aurieul to interact. </OOC> *still warping time* "I'm not even certain I should tell you" Eruantian responded "I haven't told anyone about the... incident... Not the truth, anyway." Eruantian's past is a series of closely guarded secrets, so he usually tried to think of ways to speak around such topics. Though there was something about Aurieul that made him want to let it all out. Perhaps it was because she was she had similar racial heritage or because she was also an orphan. He emotionally reasoned that it was time to tell someone. So many secrets had already been revealed, and this person would be sympathetic to at least one more, though another still worried him. He looked into her eyes and began "I suppose the beginning is as good a place to start as any. Well, during my childhood, my family lived in a farming community a short distance from Targos. That sort of life was fine, I suppose, but I never really felt like I belonged there. One hint supporting that was how the other children ridiculed my pointed ears. I suppose you might know what that is like..." He gestured by sticking his index finger to the tip of his right ear. |
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| Author: | Jones' Girl [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 2:56 pm ] |
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Somm-1 wrote: *still warping time*
"I'm not even certain I should tell you" Eruantian responded "I haven't told anyone about the... incident... Not the truth, anyway." He looked into her eyes and began "I suppose the beginning is as good a place to start as any. Well, during my childhood, my family lived in a farming community a short distance from Targos. That sort of life was fine, I suppose, but I never really felt like I belonged there. One hint supporting that was how the other children ridiculed my pointed ears. I suppose you might know what that is like..." He gestured by sticking his index finger to the tip of his right ear. "I guess I was lucky, my hair often covered my ears and most kids left me alone. Maybe their parents warned them to leave me be - I'm not sure. But I also grew up not far from Targos. A town called Cardigh." Aurieul decided it would be best to stop there. Eruantian seemed ready to talk; it would be a shame to prevent him from doing so. |
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| Author: | Somm-1 [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 10:18 pm ] |
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"Yeah, that's why I eventually grew my hair out and started wearing hats" Eruantian acknowledged "Anyway, my parents decided to put off telling me what I was until it was apparent that I wasn't aging as fast as the other children. Come to find out, I'm not completely human and neither person was even my real parent." |
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| Author: | Jones' Girl [ Wed Jul 11, 2007 10:50 pm ] |
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Somm-1 wrote: "Yeah, that's why I eventually grew my hair out and started wearing hats" Eruantian acknowledged "Anyway, my parents decided to put off telling me what I was until it was apparent that I wasn't aging as fast as the other children. Come to find out, I'm not completely human and neither person was even my real parent."
Aurieul couldn't help but reply, "You didn't even know your real parents?" And I thought I had it bad not knowing one of them! |
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| Author: | Somm-1 [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:02 am ] |
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"I haven't gotten to the bad part yet" Eruantian responded "On my 13th birthday my father gave me the one possession my real parents left me; an elvish ring. He had no idea it was magical, only that it was an old heirloom. Later that day, while I was doing chores, my hand started glowing blue and the pitchfork I was holding was set ablaze. Everything I touched became another fire. It didn't take long for the flames to get out of hand..." |
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| Author: | mew4ever23 [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 8:45 pm ] |
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Meanwhile in the morning... Quinn said, "Thank you, i'd love one." |
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| Author: | Jones' Girl [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 8:56 pm ] |
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Somm-1 wrote: "I haven't gotten to the bad part yet" Eruantian responded "On my 13th birthday my father gave me the one possession my real parents left me; an elvish ring. He had no idea it was magical, only that it was an old heirloom. Later that day, while I was doing chores, my hand started glowing blue and the pitchfork I was holding was set ablaze. Everything I touched became another fire. It didn't take long for the flames to get out of hand..."
Aurieul didn't know what to say. So she said nothing and waited for Eruantian to continue his story. |
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| Author: | Sarge [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:30 pm ] |
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mew4ever23 wrote: Meanwhile in the morning...
Quinn said, "Thank you, i'd love one." Maxwell said: "Coming right up." He slid an already-finished omlete off the iron skillet and onto a wooden plate. "Here you go. Help yourself to the toast." Then he cracked another goose egg and stared chopping up more ham. |
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| Author: | IantheGecko [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:15 pm ] |
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Marcus gobbled down his omelet and licked his chops. "Nummy! Quail eggs are the best!" He jabbed Quinn in the shoulder. "Good stuff, innit? Name's Marcus." |
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| Author: | Sarge [ Fri Jul 13, 2007 3:20 am ] |
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Maxwell said: "They're goose eggs, actually." |
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| Author: | IantheGecko [ Fri Jul 13, 2007 3:26 am ] |
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"Quail, goose, same thing," Marcus shrugged, "I still likes me eggs!" |
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| Author: | mew4ever23 [ Sat Jul 14, 2007 6:00 pm ] |
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IantheGecko wrote: Marcus gobbled down his omelet and licked his chops. "Nummy! Quail eggs are the best!" He jabbed Quinn in the shoulder. "Good stuff, innit? Name's Marcus."
Quinn took some toast and a bite of his own omlete. "Yeah, this is good," Said Quinn, "Nice to meet you Marcus, I'm Quinn." |
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| Author: | tennessee10 [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:10 am ] |
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Tem looked at Goldwing. 'excuse me, miss goldwing, is there anything you have against our scaly friend? You seem to really hate him.' telepathied Tem to Goldwing. He sat down at the table. [/i] |
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| Author: | Sarge [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:19 am ] |
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tennessee10 wrote: Tem looked at Goldwing. 'excuse me, miss goldwing, is there anything you have against our scaly friend? You seem to really hate him.' telepathied Tem to Goldwing. He sat down at the table. [/i]
<GM's note: Sorry, but you're litteraly dealing with a bird-brain here. She's not going to understand anything you telepath to her, and she can't form words... even in here mind. If you read her mind, you can get a vauge idea about the general things she is thinking about: Hunting, eating, flying, nesting, etc., or if a specific image is in her mind, but that's about it. Also, keep in mind that this is an animal intelegence, not a sentience: The mind is primitive, but strange: Unille anything a telepath would normaly deal with. By the way, the reason that Goldwing follows Drek around is that she's become bonded to him (It's a nature-magic thing that happens spontaneously to a select few animals, usually only with Rangers or Druids that have spent a lot of time in the wilderness and have therefor become "attuned" to the specific energies involved.) Goldwing understands Drek's intentions and directions on much the same level that a trained dog understands it's master's wishes, which is to say: She usually gets the intended meaning. All adult Golden Eagles have large eyes and very sharp eyesight. They can see detail several times better than humans and can spot a rabbit 2km away. Golden eagles feed on medium sized mammals and birds, including rabbits, hares and grouse. If they cannot find these animals they will eat other birds and mammals. They hunt in several different ways. Sometimes they soar high in the sky and then glide or swoop down quickly in attack. They also hunt by flying close to the ground, catching their prey by surprise. They will fly several miles in search of food. Instead of hunting for themselves Golden Eagles will also eat the bodies of dead animals, including deer and sheep, but they seem to prefer live food.> Unnerved by the human mouth-noises she could perceive but that did not have sound, Goldwing let out a "screeatch" and her head cocked to the side. She rapidly looked around, hopping around on the ground and then jumping up onto a low tree branch. She then started preening at her feathers and shaking her tail a lot. Tem didn't know if that was normal or not, but he thought that perhaps he had a good idea why Goldwing had been pecking at Marcus. What little he understood from the images he'd gotten back from his telepathic contact with the bird involved small lizards, big Marcus, and yet more small lizards. Tem though that perhaps Goldwing was confused by Marcus... perhaps she's not quite sure what to make of him. Is he a man or is he just a bigger version of the usually little scaly lizards she apparently likes to snack on? Or maybe she likes him and this is her way of saying "hi"? Perhaps she thinks he makes a nice thing to sharpen her claws on? Who knows? Instantly, Drek knew that something had upset Goldwing... even though he had no idea what had happened and had seen none of what had transpired. He just knew that something was wrong. |
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| Author: | tennessee10 [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 2:05 pm ] |
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Then, as if to get back at Tem, goldwing swooped down on him and smacked him with his wings and swooped back up. "Now I know how Marcus feels," he said. |
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| Author: | Exhibit A [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:18 pm ] |
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tennessee10 wrote: Then, as if to get back at Tem, goldwing swooped down on him and smacked him with his wings and swooped back up. "Now I know how Marcus <OOC: Please don't control my animal companion.>
feels," he said. Drek held out his arm for Goldwing, and the eagle swooped down and perched. He reached out to comfort her. "Is everything all right, Goldwing?" Back with Drek, the eagle began to relax. "Maybe you'd like to do some hunting. Go on, get youself some breakfast." Goldwing took off from Drek's arm and began to search for prey. |
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| Author: | The Zephyr Song [ Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:39 pm ] |
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Acedia had spent the past several minutes just wandering aimlessly around the camp, occasionally stopping by Maxwell and the food and snagging more toast. Of course, after two or so pieces, her canine self desired meeeeat. With nary a word to anyone, she slipped into the underbrush on four paws. While she could not control her perception ability, she had glanced at that patch of underbrush and the word - or more accurately, the concept - 'squirrel' flashed in her mind, accompanied by a brief view of the world from three inches off the ground. Taryn, meanwhile, had retreated into Acedia's borrowed tent, probably to try and find something to do. |
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| Author: | Sarge [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 1:20 am ] |
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Goldwing took off and went looking for tasty wildlife. Meanwhile, Farnham had woken up, and he stepped outside of his tent to see Captain Sealem sitting on a log. He had a whetstone wedged in between two metal spikes that were driven into a tree, and he was running the edge of his sword slowly along the face of the whetstone. <GM's note: A whetstone is a kind of sharpening stone that are lubricated with various kinds of oils (or with water, in which case, it's called a waterstone). It is generally used to hone the edge of the blade and to prevent rusting. Whetstones are usually available in various grades, which refers to the grit size of the particles in the stone. Generally, the finer the grit, the denser the material, which leads to a finer finish of the surface of the tool. Finer grits cut slower because they remove less material. Only someone trained in the proper technical skills involved can safely use a whetstone without ruining the blade or producing an uneven or dulled edge.> "Ah, good morning, Captain." said Farnham. "I see my brother was up early. Are those eggs I smell?" The Captain nodded and said: "Smells like it. Marcus and Quinn have already been up there, and I think Acedia as well. Go on ahead, I'm almost done here." |
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