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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Nov 14, 2004 10:03:04 GMT -5
It is, yes, but she doesn't complain.
*Amtel walks up the path, swinging the bag.*
We're here. Fancy?
*she stands and examines the building.*
Never looked at it like that.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Nov 14, 2004 10:06:28 GMT -5
She laughs.
Guess you got used to it.
She follows up the path and into the Centre.
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Post by Amar on Nov 14, 2004 18:41:26 GMT -5
They follow Mecrinus to Divine Delights, softly talking to each other in Elven.
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Post by Mecrinus on Nov 14, 2004 20:31:10 GMT -5
Mecrinus leads them away from Divine Delights and towards the city centre.
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Post by Nethos Harwain on Dec 8, 2004 11:10:25 GMT -5
*He wanders around the streets for a short while until he realises tha he is drawing a lot of looks from guards.*
*He decides to head for a more welcoming spot. Elysium maybe. He needs to find a source of income.*
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Feb 4, 2006 7:25:34 GMT -5
Ivren Hargweth sighs and pets the big bulldog that came running up to him from the opened gate of the really big mansion. What kind of people live here anyway? He smiles and allows the big brute to slobber all over his hand and trousers. Of course the monstrous canine had thought him an intruder (dogs like to think they own the sidewalk, too) and had been hoping to tear him to little intruder-shaped pieces. But there he was now, happy as a pup. Ivren has that effect on animals. Any and all of them. It is nice. He ponders heading into the forest as he sits there, one leg pulled up, the other flat on the sidewalk, with the big animal by his side. The bulldog rolls onto his back. His little stubby tail wags as if there is no tomorrow.[/i]
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Post by Validus Ur Vashina on Feb 7, 2006 14:18:39 GMT -5
You should be careful. The quiet voice was the first hint that anyone was in the street with the man.
Behind Ivren stood a tall man who wore rich blue and black clothing, with a touch of gold here and there. His hair was a kind of grayish brown, with strands of purest white at the front.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Feb 7, 2006 16:27:05 GMT -5
Ivren's eyes shoot around to look at the man. He raises an eyebrow and pets the dog's belly. The young man gives no indication of intending to stand.
"Is that so?"
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Post by Validus Ur Vashina on Feb 7, 2006 16:32:38 GMT -5
Yes. The man smiled. His tone was absolutely civil, even pleasant. Lone Elves have a tendency to disappear of late. You're safe here, where there are no crowds, but be careful in leaving this place. Good day to you.
With that, the man nods and continues down the street, heading towards a large estate with a massive statue of a six-winged dragon.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Feb 7, 2006 16:40:52 GMT -5
"... good day."
Ivren frowns deeply. Was that a threat or a warning or what? Who was that guy? A little disturbed, he tickles the dog's belly some more, then he stands to walk away. The dog starts whining pitifully, so the Elf simply whistles, and the animal follows loyally. He starts humming a pleasant tune, but cannot seem to shake the feeling of something being somehow wrong.
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Post by Rumerin on Sept 22, 2007 11:44:10 GMT -5
Rumerin smiles at the large houses, his hands in the pockets of his cheap vest as he saunters along. A peddler pushes his cart along the street and he nods politely. The peddler taps his cap. "Mr Sikes, sir," he mumbles by way of greeting, and Rumerin chuckles. "Fred," he replies, and the peddler looks happy and continues on his way.
"Fred is a good man," Rumerin remarks to his companion. "Three children, wife, father-in-law, girlfriend with a little girl on the side- he's got a lot of mouths to feed." He strolls along, humming to himself. "You're growing up, Sieg. Be a man, soon."
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Post by Sieg on Dec 25, 2007 15:58:14 GMT -5
"Yes sir." Was more or less all Sieg could say in reply. He was playing with a small coin.
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Post by Rumerin on Dec 25, 2007 16:39:22 GMT -5
"About time you started taking some responsibility around here," the man remarks cheerfully. He picks a flower from the branches of an overhanging tree and puts it in his button hole. "How would you like to earn yourself a promotion?"
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Post by Sieg on Dec 25, 2007 16:59:57 GMT -5
Sieg grins. "That'd be right fine, cutter. What do ya want me wag?"
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Post by Rumerin on Dec 25, 2007 17:10:49 GMT -5
"I may have a vacancy for you to fill. If you'll have it." The man hums a few notes to himself. "Mr Denar is about to retire."
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