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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 6, 2004 13:38:00 GMT -5
Al'doer, Pher'zl. Usstan inbal natha zahanzon akh nindel ssrig'luinen natha sel m'elzar.
*The leaving off of his house name is deliberate, as if to say that should he join the guild, he would be Pher'zl of the guild, not of any house.*
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 6, 2004 13:44:14 GMT -5
Usstan orn tlu mzild taga loff'ta ulu plynn nindel ussgyot, Jabbress. Bauth ussta Qu'ellar kaas, yol gaer ph' naut ichl mzil d' udossa zet, Usstan inbal plynnet ulu kl'aein ol whol natha vaen kaas. Ol mii'n naubol mzild nin.
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 6, 2004 13:47:53 GMT -5
Bwael. Dos xal sevir nin. Ty'ril orn jous dos ulu dosst ussgyot. Uk zhah feithin do'suul.
*She sits down behind a desk adorned with a large, wooden spider and begins going though some paper, obviously having dismissed him from her mind.*
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 6, 2004 13:51:10 GMT -5
*He bows, but does not speak to her so as not to disturb her any further, then walks out of the door to look for this Ty'ril*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 6, 2004 13:58:10 GMT -5
*Ty'ril is waiting for him outside the door, a drow that seems short for his kind. His hair is cut short and spikey, and he wears obsidian goggles to obscure his eyes. His clothes look to be designed by a rather strange human - they are covered with belts in odd places, and chains wrap around his arms.*
Dos ph' Pher'zl?
*Although a question, he doesn't wait for an answer.*
Doer xuil uns'aa, t'yin. Usstan orn jous dos l' v'dre d'lil akh.
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 6, 2004 13:59:58 GMT -5
*He merely nods and follows Ty'ril*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 6, 2004 14:06:39 GMT -5
*He leads him though some corridors before they come out into the main guild hall. A human, dressed in a similar manner, comes over to Ty'ril. The man starts giggling, much in the same manner the drow earlier had, as he trys to give Ty'ril a message between laughs, finally blurting out that a drow named Quelol broke his leg in training before collapsing into more giggles. Ty'ril snarls a few obscinities, and motions for Pher'zl him into a low building. Inside, five drow sit, one laying back, cluting his leg. Two humans, each one the picture of calm, leans agains the wall, and a halfling sits in a chair, curled up in a fetal position. The human speaks first.*
Quelol tried the long jump again. He hit a slick patch and fell. Lucky he didn't break his neck.
*Ty'ril rounds on Quelol and begins to berate him in common.*
You act like a child, Quelol! What were you thinking?
*Quelol stammers some reply, obviously in great pain. Ty'ril snarls again, then motions to the humans.*
Gus, Beck, get this fool to the medical center. See if they will heal him, though I can't blame them if they refuse this time.
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 6, 2004 14:09:25 GMT -5
*He stands and waits to be addressed in the manner of one who is used to taking orders, be it with a straight back and a proud face*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 6, 2004 14:16:41 GMT -5
*Ty'ril glances at him, and his face shows approval.*
Al'doer ulu l' zahanzon akh.
*He motions to the remaining drow and the halfling.*
This is Pher'zl. He will be our new mage.
*He switches back to Drow, obviously thinking nothing of the language swapping.*
Nindol zhah Bing, l' sakphul. Uk zhah udossta roo'lar. Nind ph' Vershin, Gril'zal, Bel'niz, lu' Malinith, s'lat'halinen. L' rivven ph' s'lat'halinen 'zil al.
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 6, 2004 14:21:36 GMT -5
*He nods and simply takes in the names and the faces*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 6, 2004 22:34:20 GMT -5
*Ty'ril motions for Pher'zl to take a seat, sitting down himself.*
Tell us about yourself, Pher'zl, so we know what kind of drow we are working with. Bing doesn't follow our language too well, yet.
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 7, 2004 6:22:17 GMT -5
*He nods and sits down*
I am Pher'zl of the House Zur'an in the city of Dar'Forek, rather far from here- the house has fallen, so you can just use Zur'an as my last name. I'm a shadowmage and a rogue, and I don't like lobster.
Anything else?
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 7, 2004 8:18:35 GMT -5
*Vershins ears perk up, and he looks at Pher'zl closely.*
Dar'Forek, did you say?
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 7, 2004 8:19:09 GMT -5
*Raises an eyebrow*
Yes, why?
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 7, 2004 8:32:18 GMT -5
I was weaponsmaster of house Ol'duzil before it fell. You are the first drow from our city I have met since then.
*his face is carefully neutral, as if he does not want to give away anything at all.*
How fares the city? How did Zur'an fall?
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