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Post by Kiddo on Dec 6, 2004 18:46:15 GMT -5
Lii studied his face carefully and then gave a short glance at Artania.
"You know much about this city?" she stated, "I might have use for you. That herb woman. Is she the only one with magic in this place?"
OOC: Magic is fairly common but the ratio of mages to normal humans is a little low in city-states. Most mages congregate in the interior of the empire.
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Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 6, 2004 18:47:10 GMT -5
"Oh hogwash. You'll all stay with me, then we can leave."
Artania gave a slight smile to the women, she was glad she was not completely dim, and maybe she would auctually go with her, the peach season was long over, anyways.
"Hmm and you are, I 'aven't seen you around lately, but then again.."
She took a couple steps twords the man, sizing him up. Then with one long yank she pushed his nose.
"It was a bit crooked."
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Post by The Wanderer on Dec 6, 2004 18:47:44 GMT -5
((I'll try my hand at this for awhile...))
Close by, a lowly figure, shrouded beneath his furskin cloak made his way down the back-alley. His face is obscured by shadow, revealing nothing to anyone that may notice him. Yet, this is how he wanted it; not being noticed by anyone. Always choosing to walk the paths that lie out of the mainstream hustle and bustle of any town, his presence would be, in essence, non-existent.
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Post by Stal on Dec 6, 2004 18:54:02 GMT -5
"Oh hogwash. You'll all stay with me, then we can leave." Artania gave a slight smile to the women, she was glad she was not completely dim, and maybe she would auctually go with her, the peach season was long over, anyways. "Hmm and you are, I 'aven't seen you around lately, but then again.." She took a couple steps twords the man, sizing him up. Then with one long yank she pushed his nose. "It was a bit crooked." Krrour raged internally, yet tried to keep his manner about him calm. "Was it now? Well I appreciate your directness in fixing the problem,"was the reply he gave, letting an icy-tone of contempt for the action into his voice. He rose from his bow and addressed the foreign girl "Well, if you believe her words, then yes she is. I, myself, have no magical ability I can speak of." It wasn't a total lie--after all, the vision was hardly any type magic he could think of. He turned back to the lady that had pushed his nose. "Well, woman, where is it you stay?" |
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Post by TK on Dec 6, 2004 19:06:55 GMT -5
((If there are no objections . . .))
Knuckling one of his pallid moustaches, Yaidori Eldridge made step down from the doorway of his dusty corner shop, his scrubby broom in hand. People stepped about with tense mutters, speaking of confrontations now clearly passed. In the middle of the dust-ridden street was a small group, each murmuring amongst themselves. Various others littered the scene, not bothering to depart from where they stood. Let them loiter, he thought as curtly as he always was. Just let them! He ran a simple porcelain store; no, folks did not come from all walks off life to make their purchases, but it was a fortunate enough business. Sometimes a single purchase would suffice himself for the week following.
And still, he watched the remnants of the fray with his watery blue eyes, his ears far too aged to pick up much more than muffled drivel. He swept the front walk, prepared as any man to defend himself. You could not predict what kind of folk walked about. Withered as he may be, he knew what kind of quarterstaff his gnarled broom would make, and that was most certainly a formidable one.
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Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 6, 2004 19:25:36 GMT -5
Artania offered a wide toothy grin.
"Sorry about that. I would hate to see an upstanding man such as yourself live forever with a crooked nose, where I live?"
She took a moment to ponder this as if she auctually didn't know.
"Where do I live? Now that's an odd question. I don't really live in one place at all. I often find my self walking around town, where do I sleep at night?"
As usual she continued on without need for confermation.
"Right there."
Behind the bigger cleaner houses, a small squat hut lay scrunched up between them all. It didn't follow any building code of any kind and seemed to just be conviently placed there. It looked as if one good breeze could blow it over.
She noted the old porclein shop man, he looked quite wary for a fine day such as today, although he always was slightly paranoid.
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 6, 2004 19:32:54 GMT -5
Lii noted where Artania was pointing and carefully coaxed her horse over to the hut. Then she let the animal slump to the ground and fall asleep. She removed the reins from around his head and looped them around her wrist. Then, she looked at Artania, waiting for her to go in first.
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Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 6, 2004 19:45:00 GMT -5
She looked at the lady and smiled, true and genuinely, though meloncholy tinged her eyes.
"Ladies first, and I'll see to your horse."
She peered inside. The hut was a smelly thing. It consisted of two rooms, the first being a kitchen, that being where the smell was emenating from. Herbs of all kinds dangled from the ceiling. The seconds room was a small bed room. There was one large bed, and another small pallet, made of straw. There wasn't much boiling auctually in progress, and it all seemed very still and placid for an herbwomen's home. She took a look at the man before admitting him grudingly into her home. She really hadn't bairganed on a man, entering her small hut.
"Don't trust him."
She whispered in the womens ear, it wasn't that he seemed suspicous, but rather any man under fifty she found suspectable to all sorts of crimes.
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 6, 2004 20:02:11 GMT -5
Lii shook her head and knelt at the threshold of the house.
"My horse will be fine, leave him."
Then she drew into the dirt, murmering something in that foreign tongue again. After a moment she stopped drawing, spit into the dirt, and stood. As she passed into the house, her foot scuffed across the symbols and destroyed the markings.
Once inside, she slipped the bow and quiver off her shoulder and leaned it against the wall. She added her spear to this but she was not completely unarmed. There were two daggers at her belt and probably more hidden away on her person as well.
Finally, she sat down near the wall on the floor, settling herself cross-legged and ignoring the chairs.
OOC: And I'll be gone for a while.
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Post by kittygirl on Dec 6, 2004 20:21:20 GMT -5
This needed more watching, she quicly changed into a rat and scurried into the hut to watch them. Every thing seemed to be going smothy right now, the forgen women was getting along nicely with the city-goer. Some food had been left on the floor, she scrambled to pick it up. This could take a while.
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Post by Crystal on Dec 7, 2004 2:01:44 GMT -5
Krys squatted curiously beside the horse. It was tired, obviously. She wondered how the herb woman had done that. Krys knew she herself possessed some degree of magic, but for the life of her she didn't know what she had or what she could do with it.
Her grubby fingers touched the animal's mane, fingering the stones. They were pretty. A fine animal.
The beast stirred. "Rii'kan enaku," she murmured. "Ja ni'kah tunan." A fine animal indeed. And a rider who resembled shockingly close what she could remember of her mother. Something worth looking at. The flowing words of her second tongue were halting, but the horse responded to them, settling back into sleep.
Krys smiled.
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Post by TK on Dec 7, 2004 7:11:17 GMT -5
The few remnants of the throng now seemed to diverge, though few still remained, standing without bother to mind the world around them. Idle fools, Master Eldridge muttered, stepping down onto the dust-ridden road. He strode - rather, he gingerly walked - up to the woman with the mare.
"Be gone, street wench," he growled, brandishing a gnarled fist at her and her steed. "Lest you be buying porcelain, be gone! All of you, begone!" Some few other folks, mere passersby, did seem to dissipate at this.
He held little diffidence for thieves and magic-doers, and this borough seemed to be teeming with them both. The lone dirk concealed in his boot was at a ready. Always at a ready.
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Post by Luna on Dec 7, 2004 7:57:14 GMT -5
A slender, pale skinned woman with a crown of long, obsidian hair stood atop a large wooden platform. Her piercing green eyes surveyed the malevolent crowd before her and tossed rotten produce at her. "Half breed! Mongrel! Spy!" They jeered at her.
The half elf met their accusations and insults with a quiet resignation. (Continue when I get home. Class is over.)
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Post by The Wanderer on Dec 7, 2004 13:57:37 GMT -5
The mystery man walks to the main road. He has decided that what he is looking for, is not in this town. Walking out, he sees a dark-haired woman standing atop a platform, being the subject of public humilation, by the angry throngs.
Normally, he would not associate himself with such follies, but he decided to move in closer to investigate.
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Post by kittygirl on Dec 7, 2004 14:37:53 GMT -5
Myara finally desided that everything was going fine. She scurred out of the house and into the street. There there was a woman. She was being jeered at. Myara took emideate action by changeing into a dove. No one had seen the rat change into a dove. She took to the air. She flew around in circles over the croud, before finally landing on the woman's sholder. A dove landing on your sholder was a sign of good heartedness. Hopefully this would calm the croud.
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