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Post by aerisangel01 on Jan 22, 2003 15:50:11 GMT -5
A young girls entered the tavern and closed the door sweetly, she had a dark cloak wich she removed. she was very strange, she look liked an human, but she had paw, cat ear, and a tail. She looked all around the tavern and saw the two men, fighting, she wispered.
"Why does people fight when it is so easy to say I love you..."
She ordered an hot cocoa before she sit at an empty table.
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Jan 22, 2003 16:09:03 GMT -5
Xaiver had sighed, used to being the loner in the corner and mumbled something about a sketchbook. Morph gurggled merrily and handed a large pad to him.
"Thanks morph. Now let's see, OK," he talked to himself as he grabbed a quill and continued to ink a sketch that he had been working on.
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Post by starchild1 on Jan 22, 2003 17:19:01 GMT -5
((Sorry, but yesterday I got sick...EVIL sickness...)) Gwen smiled and extened her finger to Morph. "Cute little thing...like yourself." She looked at Xaiver, showing her red flicked eye. "I'm Gwen by the way."
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Jan 22, 2003 17:24:38 GMT -5
Morph guggled happily and grinned like a puppy at Gwen.
"Nice to meet you then, Gwen," Xaiver smiled brefily looking up from his sketch.
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Post by phasmo42 on Jan 22, 2003 17:24:53 GMT -5
The door flew open suddenly, and an elven sorcerer by the name of Calador stumbled in, followed by his fire-breathing hound Sadie, who took a seat by his feet at the counter as he ordered some coffee.
"It's getting rough out there..." He sighed as he began taking quick sips of coffee.
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Post by starchild1 on Jan 22, 2003 17:30:22 GMT -5
Gwen rised her eyebrows as the other eof came though the door, but made no comment. Instead, she started a little game with Morph and tried to sneak peeks at his drawing. "What exaclty is Morh? I've never met anything like er....him?"
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Jan 22, 2003 17:35:20 GMT -5
"Not even I'm sure what morph is. The closeset assumption I can make is that he's a floating pink blob of gelatain. And he seems to enjoy that title."
Morph gurggled happily again at the mention of him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2003 17:36:20 GMT -5
Ymraen sighed. Her feet were weary from all the hard walking she had done in the past few weeks. Her leggings had a small rip from her encounter with the three-headed dog, Cerberus (She had come from the underworld. A little hack off Greek Mythology, but oh well  ) Her trusty bow was slung over her bony shoulder. Ymraen let out a long sigh; she despised taverns of any sort. She was always out of place; her very strong druid features prevented elves and other dwarves and such to come near her, and the bow over her shoulder prevented the humans from approaching. Only the drunks came near, and when that happened...Lets just say it was a good thing that murder of drunken slobs was hard to trace in a crowded bar. And aside from all that, the large hunting dog behind her always shook off whatever people might also try to approach her. Ymraen patted her dog on the head (Although he was really more of a wolf or a bear than a dog) and he followed her into the tavern. She stepped inside, looking with disgust at the other inhabitants of the tavern. The smell of ale and other alcohol was everywhere. She took a small gasp of air, and dexteriously weaved her way in and out of people. She approached the man at the counter, and asked for a room. He replied "No, sorry. All rented out for the night." Ymraen readied her dagger in the pocket of her leggings. She had just unsheathed it from its tiny case in her pocket, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She whirled around, dagger in hand, but she only saw the vast crowd of people. She turned around, thoroughly agitated. However, the "manager" of the tavern was nowhere to be found. She muttered some indistinct druid words, and set out to find an empty seat in a corner. The least crowded table she saw had two people sitting at it, one with a strange pink thing on his lap. Ymraen moaned, but an idea came to her head. An easy way for her to make money (Aside from the usual Hired Mercenary/Bounty Hunter technique) was archery. She saw a crude dartboard at one end of the tavern with a large crowd at it. "Perfect" Ymraen thought. She could always use a little pocket change. Ymraen confidently headed over to the dartboard, walking with complete confidence. She had seen nobody interesting as of yet; nobody she even remotely wanted to be companions with. Besides, nobody probably wanted to go where she wanted to go. Ymraen needed to meet somebody who didn't mind a lonely druid girl who defied all laws and had the knack for summoning fiercome beasts as she pleased, and didn't mind being friends with somebody who was a female archer with a large hunting dog at her side. It was impossible. As she got to the board, to enter, she felt a tap on the shoulder...(See Ymraen's profile about her quest) |
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Post by starchild1 on Jan 22, 2003 17:40:01 GMT -5
"Well, I like him. Morph is so cute." she blew a little breeze, letting it surrond the little blob. "How did he came to be?"
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Jan 22, 2003 17:42:30 GMT -5
"Morph was one of my father's inventions, that never went the way that it was supposed to," Xaiver said quitely as morph continued to bounce around. "He's sort of a prototype pet I suppose, but his brain's a little, nutty. He was the only thing I found after the locals destoryed my father's house."
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Post by starchild1 on Jan 22, 2003 17:46:50 GMT -5
Gwen began to smile at first but it faded away when Xav mentioned his fathers house was destroyed. "Ooohhh...I'm so sorry. What happened? Was there a raid?"
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Post by aerisangel01 on Jan 22, 2003 17:59:39 GMT -5
Aerisa looked all around the room with her usual smile. She looked at the few who entered before she drinked her hot cocoa, closing her eye, when she opened them again, she had changed, she had something evil in her eye.
"So no room free anymore he? I don't think so..."
She raised herself and go to see the man at the counter...
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Jan 22, 2003 20:36:11 GMT -5
"No, it wasn't a raid. An attack. Like you may or may not have heard beforehand, my father who was a scientist was acused of witchcraft in a town over 200 miles from here. It got rather messy between him and the villagers, which basically lead to mass chaos in the streets. Morph was the only thing I could find after they arreseted my parents."
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Post by LDF on Jan 22, 2003 20:44:15 GMT -5
Link stands in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames. She stares at it for a while, remembering some of the fires that happened when she was younger. A small tear trickles down her cheek, but she quickly wipes it away to prevent more falling down.
Link walks over to a chair nearest her, and sits down, still staring at the flames. She hunches over, hands clenched together, still staring hard. Still remembering of the past, how her best friend vanished, how that evil tore her from her friends and family...
"Someday I'll go back and teach 'em a lesson... I just need to train a bit..." Link mutters.
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Jan 22, 2003 20:46:46 GMT -5
Xaiver turned his attention to Link. "If you don't mind my asking, what are you speaking of?"
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) Her trusty bow was slung over her bony shoulder. Ymraen let out a long sigh; she despised taverns of any sort. She was always out of place; her very strong druid features prevented elves and other dwarves and such to come near her, and the bow over her shoulder prevented the humans from approaching. Only the drunks came near, and when that happened...Lets just say it was a good thing that murder of drunken slobs was hard to trace in a crowded bar. And aside from all that, the large hunting dog behind her always shook off whatever people might also try to approach her. Ymraen patted her dog on the head (Although he was really more of a wolf or a bear than a dog) and he followed her into the tavern.