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Post by Amar on Sept 3, 2004 11:02:03 GMT -5
Catching the glance, Amar grins at Widifor, winking at him before she moves completely out of sight.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 3, 2004 11:03:32 GMT -5
He glares at the woman, especially when she scares off the dragon and winks.
Brainless jinkbag.
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Post by Amar on Sept 3, 2004 11:44:43 GMT -5
She wanders back to the Centre, a large bundle under one arm. She's singing to herself again.
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Post by Alferizar Si'tyel on Sept 4, 2004 18:20:08 GMT -5
/Alferizar walks through the streets, every move screaming "I belong here." She looks around for a place to stay, and sees Divine Delights. That'll have to do for now. She enters./
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Post by Alferizar Si'tyel on Sept 5, 2004 12:51:03 GMT -5
/She leaves the section after ascertaining there's nothing like an academy here. She did notice something like a gymnasium, maybe something to visit in a couple of months./
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Alexander
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Post by Alexander on Sept 7, 2004 17:44:25 GMT -5
Thank you.
*They follow Zane through the streets.* After finishing the tour of the smaller estate, Zane leads them towards the Grissom estate. They are stopped at the gates by the guards and Zane shows the proper papers. The gates open and they are let in.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 8, 2004 12:26:22 GMT -5
The boy, having wandered along the streets, sometimes with the cat, sometimes without it, is eventually driven out of Caleria by the guards.
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Post by Amar on Sept 8, 2004 12:31:21 GMT -5
She wanders through the streets, slowly heading to the City-centre.
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Post by Amar on Sept 16, 2004 3:36:33 GMT -5
Whistling softly to herself an old tune about forests in autumn, Amar leisurely walks to the Masters of Ki. She smiles at the people on the streets now, given the time mostly guard-patrols and servants going on grocery-trips.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Nov 13, 2004 8:09:28 GMT -5
... excuse me?
The young man stares in nothing short of dumb wonder at the soldier at the gate. The soldier sighs.
"I'm sorry sir, but as I said. All weapons have to get a peace bond or we'll confiscate them."
But- but what if we're attacked?
"Then you call the guards, sir."
He looks at the girl in amazement, as if he needs her to translate this.
Oh, tie the sword up already.
She pokes her tongue out at him. She knows how much that sword means to him. He blinks a few times, then accepts the piece of string the soldier hands to him, and binds his sword to the sheathe. The soldier nods and bids them good day as the two Elves go on into the city.
I don't like this at all.
You still got a knife in each boot and a bow and a handaxe in your pack and a dagger in your sleeve. Stop complaining. Better find us an inn or something.
He mutters a bit but stops complaining and asks for directions. The passers-by give the 5'6" Elf in his simple clothing a bit of a disapproving look before one of them directs him to Elysium, with the impossible-to-miss implication that his kind would be better at home there. He growls under his breath when he leads the girl there.
My mother was filthy rich you know. Better off than any of these people I dare say. I-
So you keep telling me. Three times a day. Get over it.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Nov 13, 2004 18:59:24 GMT -5
*she shakes out her curls on one of the quieter streets, attracting a passing glance from a guard-patrol. Amtel blushes, and heads off to the Market.*
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Nov 13, 2004 21:19:38 GMT -5
Oh cool, so you're a healer?She happily follows. No hesitation here, she seems either very trusting- or very confident she can get herself out of trouble again. *Amtel nods.* I am. Not as good as mylady, but I'm getting there slowly.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Nov 13, 2004 21:24:01 GMT -5
Who's milady?
She smiles like a child and looks around curiously.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Nov 14, 2004 9:40:08 GMT -5
*they're nearing the path leading up to the Centre.*
Milady Julia. She's the Keeper of All Souls Church in the city-centre, and the other churches in some sections of town. She's very good in her work.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Nov 14, 2004 9:44:41 GMT -5
Tinnu admires the houses and the beautiful street and nods.
Oh, I see. Must be a demanding job. Gosh, is that the Centre? Looks very fancy.
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