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GuardianOni Shaman          Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| Was the registration number JH-834? Or was it XH-834? It could be MS-422. There is a bunce of numbers...
And the Friday was the 13th. (Last edited by GuardianOni on 05-31-05 09:10 PM) |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| Forget the bimbo.
I want the car. As for the effect of the commercial. Well, lets just say it's working. It has the name Carl's Jr. on everyone's minds. (For good or ill) I'm just getting sick of the music. As for her acting talent, and or intellect... Oh look a Nat... |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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Originally posted by WhiteRose I think I remember this too... Dose it involve Me, Pat, and a third party singing along to it. All three off key, (In a different way.) and not caring. Yeah... well... that's what I remember anyways. Also the more I think about it it reminds me of my ex... odd... |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| Johnson watched all the proceedings with detached humor. But the time had come to figure out how to get to LAX. Agent Johnson pulled out a bus schedule and started to flip through it. Looking up he saw that Williams and Pagano were still there. "Williams!" He calls out. "Can I get a lift?" | |||
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| Johnson looks at Williams then thinks back to before all the confusing things with the RC chopper. "Oh." He said quietly. Looking at Reed and Chris. "Well... Shall we get going?" | |||
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| Christopher Pike.
Read it... Don't rember much about it... |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| Avron nodded at Artemis's words, and walked with her back to the Dinning hall. He was silent for the trip, but his mind grinded on. He was thinking about his friend, the one he lost. He was wondering if the pain that he was risking was worth the little happiness he would get. And as he walked into the dinning hall he was wondering why the wizard had ice falling onto his head. | |||
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| Avron walked to the table and sat down again. He adjusted the covered sword strapped across his back. He reached over and picked out a few of the fruit that hadn't been damaged. After inspecting them he pocketed a few apples. | |||
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| "I'm Avron Brightshadow." He said with a nod to Dave. "And the sword is a bastard sword. It's one of my many weapons. If there is anything you need before we go, I probable have it." He spoke with his quiet voice, without boasting or bravado. Just a statement. Avron looked at the young man. Taking in his age and appearance. He's young. He thought to thimself. | |||
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| Avron nods. He then thinks about asking about when he and Artemis had adventured before. But as he was deciding that he had already said too much the door to the hall opens, and Artemis was walking in. Avron stood up to ask her a question, but hesitated as Elara also walked in. "Uh. Artemis if we are leaving shortly I would like to prepare some of my gear, and get Farn ready." | |||
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| This is the 2nd part to "Words not spoken"
-------------------------------------------------------------- Quiet Words of Fear and Hope by: T. Moore Asmond sat at the table, and stared into the mug of ale that sat in front of him. It was the first mug of ale that he had seen in months. But he didn't feel much like drinking. Looking around he looked at a few of the others in his group. Sitting to his left was the cleric, fair lady Layorna. She looked worn out. Her honey-gold hair was tangled, and she still had yet washed the dirt from her face and hands. Her eyes stared out ahead of her on the verge of tears. In front of her was a warm plate of food at which she picked at. She had yet to touch her goblet of wine. Across from her was Leo. The young elf also looked tired. His rich brown hair tied back in a braid that reached just past his shoulders. He was bruised and dirty, and he looked as if he was staring past the table at something far away. Leo had not ordered food, but two mugs of ale. One was in his hands the other was sitting in front of an empty seat at the table, untouched. Leo sat back and drained the last of his tankard of ale, and called for another. The Inn Keep sidled over to the table took Leo's money and started to pour him another drink. He eyed the untouched mug for a moment, but at a look from Leo he left it. They were taking his loss hard. They had all traveled together, risked their lives, and lived together on this quest. To Asmond it was like losing a brother. Asmond eventually pushed away the mug, and sat back in his chair. "We should only take a few days to get back into Darvian," he said to fill the silence. "Then we deliver to the king, and we are done." Leo nodded silently. Layorna blinked up at Asmond. "So... after we came so far together… he... right before the end." Layorna's lip started to tremble and she wasn't able to say anything more. Asmond looked back down at his mug. He wanted to say something wise, something comforting, but he couldn't think of it. He wasn't the right person for this quest. He was too young, the order should have sent someone older and wiser. He didn't even look the part of a wizard. Only twenty nine years of age Asmond didn't even wear robes, he wore a loose fitting shirt, and pants. He carried a staff. But not because he needed it to walk or cast his spells, but because he knew how to use it as a weapon. Asmond shook his head. They should have sent another. Why didn't they? Asmond replayed the scene in his mind. He was called into the chambers of the Elders, the leaders of his order. They charged him with this quest, as a representative of the order. Asmond was too stunned at the time to wonder about why, but now... it seemed strange. Wrong. "They made a mistake in choosing me," he thought to himself bitterly. Asmond's thoughts were interrupted when the doors of the common room opened as Detron walked in. His face and clothes were washed and fresh. He carried his longbow in hand and a full quiver upon his back. Walking up to the table he sat down in one of the empty seats. He looked at the mug sitting next to Leo and called for a mug of ale. The Inn Keep walked over to the table and after taking Detron's money gave him a fresh mug. As he turned away he stopped and again looked at the untouched mug on the table. Looking around at the others . "Ok,” he said. “Normally I don't say anything, but I've been wondering. What is with that one mug you ordered?" "It's for a friend," Leo said quietly. The Keep blinked at the short response. "Are you expecting your friend soon?" "No," said Asmond. The Inn Keep looked around at the group and seemed to understand. He then nodded quietly and left. Asmond watched him go. For a moment, when the man seemed like he was going to take the mug Asmond thought he might have attacked him. It was strange that such a small tribute seemed so important, but he had to think of other things right now. He turned to Detron and asked what he had found. Detron set down the mug after taking a sip of the ale. "I scouted back along our trail," he said and then shook his head. "I found no sign of the orcs, none." Leo's head snapped up to look at Detron. When Detron shook his head to tell him no Leo looked thoughtful. Detron continued in a low voice. "They must not have been able to break down the door yet, if at all. So they are still there trying to tear down that door, or they have given up, and decided to go around. If they decided to go around it will probably take them weeks to get out of the mountains. Either way, I think we have a fairly clear shot to Darvian." Asmond thought about it. "The door had several enchantments on it," he said almost to himself. "One of them may be something that makes it resistant to breaking." He looked up at the others. "I might be able to check." Leo looked up at Asmond. "Check? How?" "I know a divination spell that would allow me to see far away places," Asmond responded. "Why didn't you tell us before," asked Leo. "We can check to see if Jerrin-" "The reason I didn't tell you," Asmond said quickly, "is that I have already cast the spell to see the fate of our friend, but something shrouds my vision, blocking me from viewing his fate. And...," He looked up at Leo, and then at Layorna. "I didn't tell you because I was worried that if I did see his fate that it would be too much to bear." He looked down at the table and his almost full mug of ale. After a moment Leo nodded in understanding. Everyone in their company knew that orcs would eat their victims; and they all knew that they didn't want to see that. Asmond looked around then called for the Inn keep. When the inn keep got to their table Asmond asked for a bowl, and some water. The Keep walked off and returned a few moments later with a bowl in one hand, and a large picture of water in the other. The gruff man set them down and walked away silently. Asmond moved them in front of himself, poured the water into the bowl, and started to chant with his hands making mystic passes over the bowl. After a while an image started to form in the water. It was that of a hallway, but as one would look at it if one was looking down from the ceiling. Moving his hands in a particular way the imaged shifted to mirror Asmond's hands. The view moved so that it showed down the hall. The hall ended in an open doorway to the outside, the exit. Shifting his hands again Asmond caused the view to look the other way, at a very large closed door. The door looked as if it hadn't moved an inch. Asmond again shifted the view. Bringing it so that it look to be about eye level He started an inspection of the door. It looked as solid as ever. Asmond looked up at the others. "Well, it's still closed," he said, not being able to think of anything else to say. Leo opened his mouth, closed it, and then said with determination, "Can you look past the door?" Asmond sighed. Then moving his hands he moved the view past the door. Immediately it appeared as if there was black smoke in the water. Asmond said "This is what happened last time. Something is blocking my view, and I am not powerful enough to break through it." Asmond waved his hands and the image faded into nothingness. "I'm not powerful enough," he repeated. Layorna laid a hand on his wrist, her face full of sympathy. Leo looked sad, and Detron impassive. They sat there for a moment in silence. From up above them came the sound of someone singing. Asmond recognized the beautiful voice as that of Salline, the last member of their group. The song was a lament, low, beautiful, and haunting. Asmond again felt his heart being wrung. He knew how Jerrin had felt toward Salline, and knew that it was probably that which caused him to do what he did. It seemed sadder still that Salline only found out at the end how he felt, and it seemed that she was now trying to sort out her own feelings. Asmond looked down at the bowl. Layorna kept her hand on his wrist for a moment longer then stood. "We have an early start tomorrow," she said with a firm voice. "We must complete our quest." She paused to think of something else to say, letting the song filled the silence. Unable to think of anything else to say Layorna turned and disappeared up the stairs. Looking impassive, Detron shortly followed. Leo sat at the table a moment longer. After a moment Leo looked hard at Asmond. "If you start to doubt your strength, it will falter. Why would they send someone on this quest if they didn't feel that he was powerful enough," he asked. Asmond shrugged, unable to answer. After a while Leo followed the other two up the stairs, but Asmond still sat there thinking. It just didn't seem right to him. As important as this quest was, why did they not send someone wiser, and more powerful. Asmond shook his head. He had grown more powerful over the course of the quest. He now was able to cast spells with greater power and do things that he only dreamed of doing. "That was probably why," he thought to himself. He was just trying to deal with his feelings of loss and failure, but he didn't fail. In a week he will be returning to Darvian and in their return they will save thousands. He didn't fail, but the victory still felt wrong. Asmond shook his head again. Something felt wrong, but he couldn't see why. Asmond shook his head. He just needed time to properly mourn the death of his friend. Standing he walk to the stairs. The lament ended in a heartbreakingly beautiful fashion. Asmond sighed, and walked up stairs. --- The group left early the next morning, the owner of the inn had barley been awake when they paid their bill and left on horses they just bought. He looked at the mug of ale that was left on the table. He had been an adventurer when he was young and foolish and knew what it meant to loose a friend. So he decided to leave it for a while. The inn keeper went around his business, but left the mug sitting where it was. People came and went, and for the rest of the day the mug sat undisturbed. As the keep was getting ready to turn in for the night a young man entered. He looked half starved, and wore a heavily damaged chain shirt. He ordered a plate of food, and the keep couldn't help but give him a little extra. As the man sat down to eat he placed a number of weapons on a chair next to him. So many it surprised the inn keep. With nothing else to do the keep started to talk to the young man. Offering to fetch the town healer after seeing some of the wounds that the man bore. But the stranger declined saying he had a long ways to go yet. The young man asked about buying a horse from anybody. Inn keep told him that a number of people, adventurers by the look of them, had bought nearly every horse in the town. The young man started to ask questions about the group. A few minutes later the young man was on his feet, and replacing his weapons. As he turned to leave the inn keep called out to him, and pointed at the mug of ale. The young man strode over to the table, and after draining the mug he turned and strode quickly from the inn. The inn keeper watched as the young man walked into the night. He hoped that everything would turn out alright. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| Wow... I'm not shure weither to be ashamed or not...
66.27219%-Geek God damn... |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| Richard Mayhew. It's kind of hard to remember because it sounds like two first names. | |||
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| "What about weapons, and provisions?" He asked. Then realizing he had actually asked out loud closed his mouth with a snap. Looking around he thought that he might as well continue with what he was saying. "Are we taking with us the only things we will have on this mission? Will we be hunting, and foraging? Or are we going to be in urban settings, and city-scope. Or will it be both?"
Looking around at the others, another question came to Avron's mind. And before he could really stop himself he spoke again. "We all seem to have a specialty." He said as a general statement. "Weather it is Magic." Gestures at Etsu. "The undead." Gestures at Cryus. "Or Nature." He puts his hands back on the table. "Did you select each of us because we are so specialized? Are you expecting that each of our talents are needed? Or was it just a coincidence?" |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| I'm all for the Underdark." Avron said after a moment of consideration. "But it will be difficult with my cart. Farn won't like it too much, but he'll get over it. I've never been in the underdark before..." Avron said quietly. | |||
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| Words Given.
by: T. Moore This takes place before the first two parts. (Quiet Words..., and Words not Spoken) Almost like a prolog. But it was just written out of order. --- Detron walked down the hall of the palace his pace was easy, but hurried. He did not want to be late and miss the council’s decision. "If it wasn't for that blasted human at the gate," he thought to himself angrily. Detron quickly rounded a corner. He wanted to get there in time, wanted to know what the council had decided upon, and if the whispered rumors were true. Rounding another corner he passed through a door and entered a waiting room. Inside the brightly lit and comfortable room was an odd assortment of people. A number of men, humans, stood to one side. They each wore a breastplate and an insignia of their knighthood in the human nation of Darvain, and a few other human nations. Standing apart from the humans was a group of his own kin. Unlike the humans, the elves were not chatting away about matters unimportant, but discussing the grave situation at hand. As Detron entered the room fully, he became aware of a few more in the room. Leaning against the wall to his left was a beautiful elven maiden wearing black leather armor and carrying two swords at her belt. Her glossy black hair was tied back, leaving her fair skinned face open. The way she stood gave her the impression of a blade poised to strike. She was beautiful. Across from her, almost obscured by the knot of elves, was another human. He leaned upon the staff in his hands, but his black hair was yet untouched by gray. He wore the heavy robes favored by wizards, in a deep blue hue. Detron thought it odd that the wizard's tower would send someone so young to such an important meeting. Usually it takes wizards decades to develop their art; and usually the older the wizard, the more powerful. It didn't seem to make sense. Detron moved to the group of elves. He recognized one of the members, Leonar'thal, the grandson and apprentice to a famous bow master. Young and enthusiastic, but lacking experience. Detron gave the young elf a nod, then asked the group at large, in their native tongue. "Do any of the humans speak our language?" One of the blade masters to Detron's right gave a short, quiet laugh. "They probably know ten words in elvish combined. A few tried to wish us a good day, but instead said something not worth repeating." Detron smiled. "So if this meeting is so important, why involve the humans at all?" Leonar'thal spoke up in a quiet voice. "This is a dilemma that faces all of us, Humans and kin." "True," Detron conceded. "But lets hope that the council lets us elves do what ever it is that needs to be doing. Humans have a tendency to bungle and bluster. While we elves...." Detron never said what elves were, because he was distracted by laughing behind him. Looking behind him he saw that he had not seen the last figure in the room. Seated in one of the many chairs, he was to the right of the door wearing loose fitting leather pants, boots, and a chain shirt. He wore no emblem of knighthood or rank, but he did carry a large sword across his back. His brown hair was pulled back into a braid, and his face sported a blood red beard. His gray-blue eyes watched Detron. Detron looked back at the human for a moment, then turned back to the group of elves. "Who is that one? He doesn’t seem to be a knight or a noble." "He's not," said Leonar'thal. "I asked the others, they don't know who he is; but they know he is neither a knight, nor a noble. They seem to think he is a mercenary." Detron, for a moment, was shocked, then shook his head. The humans were going to trust some sell-sword? It seemed to be a knew low even for them. Detron was about to say something more when the doors to the chambers opened. The various kings of the human lands were seated at a large circular table, along with the elder council of the elves. Before the guards sent out to gather them had said anything. "Come in!" was called out by one of the kings. Detron was shocked at the lack of ceremony shown by the human. Stunned by the sudden events and the bellowing of the king, those in the waiting room hesitated for a moment. The only one who moved was the man sitting by the entrance, walking calmly past the knights and elves he walked into the council chambers. Everyone else shortly followed. Once in the chambers, Detron saw that the assorted leaders we not the only ones at the table. Three clerics of Elinisstra, The Mother of Dawn, were sitting amongst the royalty. Two were human and one an elf. Each of the knights sat next to his sire. The elves arranged themselves by rank to the side of their council. The wizard sat by next to another older, and probably more powerful, wizard. The elf maiden sat by herself with three seats separating her from the next person. The massive human that had been seated by the door seated himself in the same fashion as the maiden. One of the kings stood, his hair was silver, including a well trimmed beard; but he moved easily, and as he leaned on the large heavy table Detron was amazed at the apparent strength in his shoulders and arms. "We all have a dilemma," he said in a deep, powerful voice. "There is a danger that threatens us all." The king straightened up gestured to the three clerics. "The children of the Dawn Mother have divined that all the recent events are connected, from the orc hoards moving across the planes of dust, to the armies of Grend forming, to the reports of demons being sighted. All of these are connected, but how, and by what, they cannot yet tell. Something is guiding these events, and we need to know who, or what, and why." Detron wanted to ask what is to be done, but knew he was not yet allowed to speak, and the look on the faces of the others told him that he was not to interrupt this human. "So this council has decided that, because we are all threatened, we all shall stand together," the king continued with a look around the table. "We shall send out a small party to investigate the source and another party to investigate the stories of demons. Each kingdom and people shall be represented in this enterprise." The king paused to let this sink in before continuing. "The assembled knights here and a selection of elven warriors are to investigate the reports of demons. While a smaller group of selected people is to try and discover what is behind everything." "Excuse me your majesty," interrupted a knight quietly. "But why are you sending the larger force to deal with things out of fairy tails? Would it not be more prudent to send a large body of knights to investigate what is pulling the strings, rather sending them to chase shadows?" The King who was standing stared hard at the knight. There was a force behind that gaze that seemed to pin the knight to his seat, and sitting to the side Detron was only glad that the king was not looking at him like that. The king spoke slowly. "No, Sir Knight it would not be prudent to send the large body of knights to investigate the cause. Such a large group would move too slow and draw too much attention. And you will not be chasing fairy tails, you will be hunting demons. Trust me, Sir Knight, they exist." The king said the last words with volumes of cold fury. "Lord Charles is right," said one of the other kings hastily. "A large group will attract too much attention. No, we have each selected who will go, and where. Well, all except the wizard’s tower, they still need to talk amongst themselves." "We are only waiting until we can select the appropriate person," spoke the elder wizard. "One would not select a lance for a sword fight. We need to decide who is best to go." King Charles was standing behind his own chair again, and now with a patient voice he spoke again. "We understand, and as long as you have your pick ready to go tomorrow, we do not have a problem. We need to act fast." One of the elven elders stood. "Yes, we agree with the honorable Lord Charles. So, in light of this we purpose that those who can name their selection now. That way we can prepare our chosen." King Charles nodded. "Sir Anuldur," he said gesturing to the knight that sat next to him, "will go to investigate the demons." The knight nodded in silent acceptance. Each of the five other kings named their own knights to go with Sir Anuldur. The elven elders named five to go with the human knights. Three bow masters, and two blade masters. The elven cleric also volunteered to go with the knights. The young human cleric stood. She looked nervous drawing attention to herself, and as she spoke her voice wavered. "I think before the others are named that they are given the chance to volunteer. It seems right." She said the second part a bit lamely. King Charles nodded, and smiled warmly at her. "Of course." The cleric smiled in response to the king’s. "Then, I volunteer," she said breathlessly and then sat down. The King beamed at her. Then looked around the table. Detron stood. "I will go," he said solemnly. Leonar'thal stood, "I, too, wish to go." Charles nodded, then turned his gaze to the elf maiden. "Salline Silverleaf. I knew your father. He and I were great friends and had many adventures together. I still mourn his loss." Salline nodded her head slightly, and in a soft, but sure voice said, "Thank you, your majesty. I remember you attending his funeral. But to be honest, I did not know who you were." "The reason I asked you here is because I was hoping that the same fire burns in you that did in him; and by the look of you I'd say I'm not far off the mark," The old king said with a knowing smile. "What say you, daughter of Spiohalk?" Detron gaped. The daughter of fabled Spiohalk Silverleaf, and he was to travel with her on an adventure similar to those that made her father famous. "I will go," Salline said as she smiled. "My father told me stories about you, and the more I sit here the more I believe them." King Charles smiled, and then turned his gaze upon the large human in chain mail. "Jerrin Attos. I called you here because I hoped that you, too, have the same fire that burned in your grandfather. What do you say?" The man named Jerrin smiled. In a deep, powerful voice said, "I will go. It is only the right thing to do." King Charles smiled. "That is exactly what your grandfather would have said." Looking around at the other he said. "Those who are to go investigate the demons will need to speak with me longer. The rest of you are to meet here tomorrow, packed and ready to travel." And with that he dismissed Detron and the others. (Last edited by GuardianOni on 06-16-05 02:58 AM) |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| I typed "left" and got.
http://www.indianterritory.com/images/kachinas/pre-1960/K1-08%20left%20profile.jpg "right" http://abtutor.free.fr/Begin/RIGHT.JPG "up" http://stuarthughes.blogspot.com/city-shirt-blew-up-boat.jpg "down" http://mywebpages.comcast.net/pmccullough/cruise/Get%20me%20down.jpg ok... |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| Avron sat silently staring at his plate. He knew he wouldn't back out. There wasn't anything important to keep him away. He had no family, nor any prospects of getting one. Avron had nothing, and no one. There was none who would mourn his loss. Avron gave a small soft laugh at the thought. But felt no true humor.
Avron stood and moved to the door. He walked to the stable. Getting there he sent one of the stable boys to get the engineers that Artemis told him about. After telling the engineers what was needed Avron saddles Farn and rides him out into the courtyard. He was about to continue to ride out of the castle grounds, but stops. Looking to the doors of the castle he hoped that someone would come out. He really did feel alone. He looked at the ground, and sat there for a moment silently. |
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| Avron looked up slowly. Looking at Elara he nods. "I might go outside the city, and see the country side. What are you going to do with your day?" He asked politely. | |||
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| Avron blinked in surprise. "Well... I, umm... If you wish. I think you would find better company than me though." He said quietly.
The large warhorse nickered softly in an amused sort of way. And turned his head to look back at his rider. Avron looked down at Farn. After a moment he looked at Elara. "If you want to come you are welcome to. I can saddle another horse if you want." |
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