Walking in on a dark night
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- Phoenix Cross
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"Yes, I could smell it. I'll eat later tomorrow when I can buy something." she said this looking at the girl. Her eye's were still open, but was she alive or was she dead?
She sighed as she sat in a chair next to the girl starign at her as if ready to pounce if any dangerous movement came from the girl. She was just really paranoid when she didn't know about somethings, but it wasn't always often.
She sighed as she sat in a chair next to the girl starign at her as if ready to pounce if any dangerous movement came from the girl. She was just really paranoid when she didn't know about somethings, but it wasn't always often.
Dying is almost like taking a new step in life, and finding out what so many people want to know... It's called, Death..
- Phoenix Cross
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Phoenix nodded, and stared at the girl for a long moment before looking at Jarl.
"have you been around long?" she asked this not really sure who else wasw new in town. She was also trying to start some kind of conversation since she had gotten slightly bored.
"have you been around long?" she asked this not really sure who else wasw new in town. She was also trying to start some kind of conversation since she had gotten slightly bored.
Dying is almost like taking a new step in life, and finding out what so many people want to know... It's called, Death..
As a matter of fact this is my first visit to this town. I resently seperated from the brotherhood. I wanted to do more to help then heal only those that arrived at the monistary.
(sense then he has been regretting that choice. With the lack of food and the violent nature of the world he has more then once been in a battle for his life.)
(sense then he has been regretting that choice. With the lack of food and the violent nature of the world he has more then once been in a battle for his life.)
Jarl Garin
Master healer
Fear keeps you alive! Regret means your still alive.
Potion maker And Coward.
Master healer
Fear keeps you alive! Regret means your still alive.
Potion maker And Coward.
- Lambic
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**The dwarf from earlier enters once again. This time he is carrying two pales of water. He looks on the, now sleeping girl, and sigh, not looking surprised.**
Forgive me. Was she there when I came through a few minutes ago? And out of mild curiosity should we be preparing to fend off whatever Phanterra ending force did injury to her?
And what is that wonderful smell?
Forgive me. Was she there when I came through a few minutes ago? And out of mild curiosity should we be preparing to fend off whatever Phanterra ending force did injury to her?
And what is that wonderful smell?
- Phoenix Cross
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"Yes, Lambric was here earlier." She smiled at Lambric, and handed him a bowl of stew. She then looked back at the girl. "I don't think we will have ot fend off anything, but if we do, you will be one of the first to know." She said this not looking away fom the girl.
Dying is almost like taking a new step in life, and finding out what so many people want to know... It's called, Death..
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**Lambic smiles as he takes the bowl from Phoenix, and politely thanks her. As he begins to eat it he watches the two men enter the Inn.**
I have not seen Ug tonight and I do not know his where abouts. I am Lambic Cinnabar head of the Guild of Fire and the bartender for the evening. Is there some way I can help you?
**Lambic carefully aknowledges the High Magus also as he enters. To those who have been in the room, Lambic's demeanor seems to have changed drastically and nearly instantly. Then under his breathe he says:
Phoenix remind me to ask you where you got that stew. Its great.
I have not seen Ug tonight and I do not know his where abouts. I am Lambic Cinnabar head of the Guild of Fire and the bartender for the evening. Is there some way I can help you?
**Lambic carefully aknowledges the High Magus also as he enters. To those who have been in the room, Lambic's demeanor seems to have changed drastically and nearly instantly. Then under his breathe he says:
Phoenix remind me to ask you where you got that stew. Its great.
The Valkyn'vi cook steps out of the kitchen with a large silver tray. On it are two wooden bowls of stew, hot and rolling with steam, a cup of tea, a mug of hot mulled wine and lastly a delicate silver bowl filled with lentil soup.
"Greetings. There is plently of food, though the fare is simple. Sir, I have Mulled wine or tea if you like. Lambic and Jarl, I have more stew. And for the young lady, a Lentil broth wih no animal stock."
Sen bows and sets the tray down on the table.
"Greetings. There is plently of food, though the fare is simple. Sir, I have Mulled wine or tea if you like. Lambic and Jarl, I have more stew. And for the young lady, a Lentil broth wih no animal stock."
Sen bows and sets the tray down on the table.
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Shale looks at the new cook thinking sooner or later he should meet this new man, but looks at Amagus when questioned. "Duke Corbyn. He's the highest ranking leader in our community at the moment. He's an elf, and from the time I have spent with him a good man. His family has been going through a rough patch of late, as his wife Robin Steele had their child tainted by an evil spirit of a dead necromancer and then was kidnapped, and gutted, by Pentag... we think. He's usually meeting with Donovan, the head of the Phoenix Guard, or Arthos who is the head of the House of the Cresent Moon." Shale points, "Their offices are through there."
Vaal Draconus,
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Survivor of the Dreaming
& Champion of Life.
or
Nikolai Petrov,
Traveling Cossack Sage
Dwarven King
Survivor of the Dreaming
& Champion of Life.
or
Nikolai Petrov,
Traveling Cossack Sage
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*Ug shuffles into the Inn, his wooden staff with a white-haired skull clanking on the hard floor in his right hand. In his left he carrys a cracked vial in which he eyes up and down one last time before placing it in his pouch. He sets his staff aside and pulls off his cloak, shaking the snow off of it. He shivers at the cold of the Inn and looks to the fireplaces. At one end the fire is strong, but though the other is filled with wood, it is far from blazing. He nods to Shale and pulls out a book, and in a trance-like state, begins to sing...*
A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.
Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.
Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.
Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!
*In his left hand a small fire begins to crackle. He pauses and flips a page, then begins singing once more.*
Now, I am a dragon. Please listen to me.
For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree.
This ecology needs me and I know my place.
But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race.
Well, I came to this village to better my health
Which is ever so poor, despite all my wealth.
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
But my favorite snack mixed with peril is fraught.
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
Well, I'm really quite kind almost all through the year.
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear.
But a birthday needs sweets as I'm sure you'll agree.
And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me
As it happens our interests are almost the same.
You see I'm really quite skillful at managing game.
If I ate just your men, would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time.
Now, the number of babies a woman can bear
Has limits, and that's why my prunings done there.
And an orphan's a sad sight and so when I much.
I'm careful to eat only virgins for lunch.
*He holds his left hand up high, the fire pulsing, and then yells aloud in a very clear, almost Elven, yet commanding tone.*
By Phantara I command thee! By Phantara I summon thee! And by my powers I call thee into fruition! Flames, you are at my bidding! Flames, you are at my command! The fires of Phantara are my soldiers, and the fires of Phantara WILL HEED MY CALL!!!
*The windows in the Inn whip open and flame dances into the Inn, swirling about and coming to rest in Ug's raised hand, creating a large ball of pulsing lava. The windows close shut and he turns to the fireplace that is nearly out and lobs the fireball into it, igniting the wood into a roaring flame. Ug turns back to Shale.*
Ahhh, much buttur. Wuz gettun kold in here.
*He smiles and sits, replacing his spellbook to his bag.*
A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.
Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.
Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.
Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!
*In his left hand a small fire begins to crackle. He pauses and flips a page, then begins singing once more.*
Now, I am a dragon. Please listen to me.
For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree.
This ecology needs me and I know my place.
But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race.
Well, I came to this village to better my health
Which is ever so poor, despite all my wealth.
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
But my favorite snack mixed with peril is fraught.
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
Well, I'm really quite kind almost all through the year.
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear.
But a birthday needs sweets as I'm sure you'll agree.
And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me
As it happens our interests are almost the same.
You see I'm really quite skillful at managing game.
If I ate just your men, would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time.
Now, the number of babies a woman can bear
Has limits, and that's why my prunings done there.
And an orphan's a sad sight and so when I much.
I'm careful to eat only virgins for lunch.
*He holds his left hand up high, the fire pulsing, and then yells aloud in a very clear, almost Elven, yet commanding tone.*
By Phantara I command thee! By Phantara I summon thee! And by my powers I call thee into fruition! Flames, you are at my bidding! Flames, you are at my command! The fires of Phantara are my soldiers, and the fires of Phantara WILL HEED MY CALL!!!
*The windows in the Inn whip open and flame dances into the Inn, swirling about and coming to rest in Ug's raised hand, creating a large ball of pulsing lava. The windows close shut and he turns to the fireplace that is nearly out and lobs the fireball into it, igniting the wood into a roaring flame. Ug turns back to Shale.*
Ahhh, much buttur. Wuz gettun kold in here.
*He smiles and sits, replacing his spellbook to his bag.*