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#1 Calum

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Posted 21 September 2005 - 04:25 AM

His face a picture of misery, the young elf hid in the forest. He could hear his father calling for him. How could he face them ?

He was like, like an ugly duckling, or the cuckoo in the nest, except that everyone knew what he was. Born into a barding family, he couldn't raise a note. The dog started howling every time he practiced, and the neighbours, too polite to say anything, always contrived to be far away whenever his lessons were due. The rustle of an animal in the forest disturbed his reverie. A raccoon was making its way through the undergrowth.

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Posted 24 September 2005 - 05:05 PM

Waric swept into the room leaving footprints on the cleanly scrubbed floor of the small hut. He dropped a large chunk of a skinned boar by the fireplace.

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Posted 25 September 2005 - 04:46 AM

Amadi frantically searched through his notes again, desperately hoping he'd made a mistake.
'This cannot be,' he wailed. 'It simply cannot be! I need to show this to someone, immediately!'
He hurriedly gathered his papers and stuffed them into a satchel, grabbed his scruffy brown overcoat from the back of his chair and darted out through the door and into the night.

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Posted 25 September 2005 - 08:15 AM

The young girl tripped gaily down the forest's path. Words she had learnt at her granny's knee suffused merrily from her throat, brightening the forest around her. The forest sang as the birds trilled.


O I hae gone to my daddy's knee
where noone eer goes but me
He looks at me
Smiles wistfully
And tells me tales
Of heroes

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The song was brought to a sudden halt by collision with a fast moving object. Her head was telling her that it hurt, and that there were two men, in ratty-looking coats, sitting on the path in front of her. Paper was strewn everywhere. "Clumsy child!," the men began scolding her. She drew up her dignity, which necessitated getting her butt off the ground. Raising herself up, she addressed them. As she concentrated, the two men glaring at her gradually resolved themselves into one person. She felt a little light headed, and her knee hurt. "Twas you, sir," she said, "who were the careless one. I am quite young and agile, as it may be seen, whereas you are old, and patently not. Take care whom you address, for I shall one day be a mighty warrior." The man snorted. Unused to speaking to adults in such a manner, or perhaps as an aftereffect of the fall, she felt a little giddy. It began to rain lightly, upon which the man panicked, and began to shuffle his notes together. She looked at them curiously, and he glared at her again. "Be off child!," he said, "and watch where you tread in future." She stood her ground.

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Posted 25 September 2005 - 08:59 AM

Frantically scrabbling to recover his papers before the rain transformed them into illegible pulp, Amadi cursed.
'For heaven's sake girl, away with you. Can you not see I have urgent matters to attend to?'. The girl was steadfast. 'Very well, if you refuse to leave me to my business, at least have the courtesy to assist me in rescuing my work. If these notes are destroyed there may well be grave ramifications for all, and not even the most indomitable of warriors will be able to protect us then.'

Sceptically, the girl stooped to pick up a dog-eared scroll, and stood transfixed as she tried to take in it's contents. The page was covered front and back with mathematical equations, charts and diagrams. The writing was so small that she had no hope of reading it, even if she had understood what it meant. She glanced at the man scrabbling in the mud, then at the scroll, then once more at the man.
'You'd think someone with eyesight keen enough to read this would pay more heed to what's in front of them' she remarked.
'Wha...oh for the love of...give me that!' scowled Amadi, snatching the paper from her. 'Thank you for your assistance, miss' he sneered, as he stuffed the last of the notes back into his bag.

With that parting shot he fled once more down the forest path.

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Posted 25 September 2005 - 02:38 PM

Ugh sorry me and Violla are the same person. :wall:

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Posted 25 September 2005 - 05:09 PM

:wink:

The troll sat under the bridge, picking his teeth with a bone. It was what trolls did. Born of rock, and raised of solid stone, still, he had a human heart, he told himself. Maybe he wouldn't eat anyone today. He heard a singing in the distance, coming closer.

O I will sit on ma daddy's knee
Where noone ere goes but me
He tells me tales of yesteryear
Mine and mine alone


The troll felt sad, very sad. When trolls made music, they beat rocks together, or sometimes heads. Heads on rocks worked too. He had a special collection of rocks, just for this purpose. The other trolls thought he was a little odd, but they liked rocks too, and they would sit and listen when he beat his rocks, and nod in their slow, trollish way.

The girl's song in his head, he went and beat a few together, oblivious as his dinner passed overhead.

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Posted 25 September 2005 - 05:48 PM

Amadi wasn't impressed. For the second time that night - probably the most important of his not inconsequential life (not that these young whippersnappers would remember) he found himself gathering his notes from the dirt.
'must be a bloody carnival in town or something.' he muttered as he chased after one of his documents caught by a sudden gust of wind. 'Why do these things always happen to me? You girl, careful with those!' he called. At least his second assailant was trying to remedy the situation she had caused. 'These papers are extremely important, and if I don't get them to...'. He stopped. No time to explain, and no reason either. 'Never mind. Help me get these together, for I must be on my way!'

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Posted 25 September 2005 - 06:49 PM

"Certainly, forgive me again." Elleith curiously glanced at the papers she collected but couldn't make sense of it. "I am always very careful with such work." She assured the man although he did not seem comforted by it. They looked like something the old wizard might understand. She didn't know anyone else for miles who would. "Are you bringing these to Mr. Ecrov?" She asked.

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Posted 01 October 2005 - 07:31 AM

The man scowled at her. Without another word, he began picking up his notes, and stalked off.

Like any otherwise intelligent girl would do, she followed. :)

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Posted 01 October 2005 - 07:39 AM

The young boy snuck in home. Sitting at the otherwise empty dinner table, his father looked at him wordlessly. he sat at the table, and his mother plonked his supper in front of him. It looked edible, when it had been warm. He began to eat. His mother moved around him soundlessly. The twins bawled from the corner. Perhaps they would have good singing voices, he thought. His dad looked at him. Somewhere in that expression, the boy thought, was a smile trying to get out. He wasn't sure why.

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Posted 01 October 2005 - 10:05 AM

The man left her without an answer, roughly grabbing the notes she collected and rushing off into the darkness of the trees. One small piece of paper remained forgotten tucked under a tree root by wind. The girl picked it up and ran after the man trusting her ears to follow him accurately. He ran like he was a madman taking no precaution to cover his tracks. She should have called him but the small note was her excuse to follow him and she could not give it up yet. Hopefully she could keep up his pace over a long distance. Otherwise despite curiosity she would have to have her presence known.

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Posted 01 October 2005 - 07:35 PM

'Pah, Ecrov! This is a matter of science, not magic.' Amadi muttered under his breath as he pressed on through the night. 'If it comes to relying on his smoke and mirrors we might as well all lie down and wait for the reaper! Of course I may be left with no choice if I get waylaid by any more bloody children.'

After about another half-hour of running and muttering, he reached a small clearing. 'Finally!' he said to himself with some relief, slowing to a walk and then stopping completely in the centre of the glade. 'Now, lets see if I can remember how to do this...' He plucked a blade of grass from the ground and carefully positioned it between his two thumbs, then raised it to his lips and blew. The sound produced was not unlike a dying goose. Was that how it goes? So many years had passed since Aethyr had shown him the call. He tried again...nothing. 'Damn it, what am I doing wrong?' he cursed as he threw the grass down in frustration. 'Ok, lets try again from the beginning. One, choose a blade of grass - not too long, not to short.' He chose one. 'Two, place it between your thumbs like so...No, that's not it! Two blades, one long, one short! Stupid old fool!' This time the sound was quite different

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Posted 03 October 2005 - 02:27 PM

The girl watched with fascination as the man came to a glade. He surely was not fully sane since he was blowing on the grass. He was in too much hurry to be doing nonsense. Elleith suddenly felt she should not be watching him and she should have given the page the moment he dropped it. Her musings were interrupted when suddenly an animal of great beauty came to the glade. A unicorn! She heard tales of the magical steeds, much like horses but with a horn in their forehead, living in the wilds. Never had she dreamed to ever see one. Elleith pinched her arm but the illusion was still there. She marvelled at the magnificent animal rayed in the moonlight until the words a man spoke finally passed to her conscience through enchantment. The man clambered onto the unicorn and following the unheard command the two set off.

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Posted 07 October 2005 - 09:09 PM

The troll sat there, making rock music, and he thought it was good. If he had looked up, and if his bridge had been made of, say, glass, instead of solid stone, he would have seen a very strange sight overhead. A grizzled, elderly man, some papers or other clutched to his chest, was being escorted on the back of what appeared to be one of those unicorn things. Wonder and sheer terror struggled for control of his features. Also, he appeared to be well on the way to freezing to death. But it wasn't, and he didn't. Oblivious, he played on.

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Posted 07 October 2005 - 09:17 PM

His mother cleared the mostly-devoured stew from in front of the young boy. Cold it may have been, he was a young boy, and had an appetite. Making his way up to his room, he sat on the bed, a picture of abject gloom. His mother and father talked in low voices down below. Throwing himself on the bed, he sighed, and tried to sleep. Maybe he would be able to sing tomorrow, he thought. The muttering from down below carried him into his dreams.

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Posted 08 October 2005 - 05:31 PM

Elleith followed the general direction the flying unicorn went. Fabron, she quietly repeated the name under her breath several times until it burned into her memory. The strange man mentioned the city, unfortunately not the name. The determination set in to find this Fabron, whoever he was and to give him the note. If she keeps walking in one direction eventually she will meet someone and ask them for directions. She will travel to every city there is until Fabron was found. How many cities could there be? The world was not so big, was it?

Na

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Posted 08 October 2005 - 07:32 PM

From behind a nearby tree, a dark figure watched the events with growing concern. 'Damn fool, I told him never to use the call where others might see', he thought to himself. 'Now this wee chit of a girl may have learned the secret.'

Silently, invisibly, he started to follow the young half-elf. Not too close, mind you. As the most unknown of all rangers - probably the highest accolade a member of his profession could attain - he could be certain of remaining undetected by most creatures, but half-elves have almost supernatural night vision, and those ears could hear a pin drop from a thousand paces.

The plan was simple - follow, watch and determine her motives. If her intentions proved to be pure, perhaps there would be opportunity to guide her (without her knowledge, of course) to her destination. If they weren't so benign; well, he'd deal with that too.

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Posted 09 October 2005 - 07:30 AM

Waking up, the young elf rose wearily from his cot. Drawing on his pants, he noticed that he seemed to be showing a little bit more ankle lately. staggering gloomily out of his room in the pre-dawn light, he observed his mother standing, arms crossed, at the doors of the cottage. hearing him she turned, and looked at him. "I suppose you'll be wanting something to eat again ?" she said. The boy smiled. The twins stirred. Lazy buggers, he thought, No wonder they howl all night. Well, one of them did. The one on the left, whichever that was. He looked at his mum quizzically. "Mum," he said, "which one is Twes ?" At least he tried to ask her; the question seemed to come out in two octaves at once. His mum looked at him, a little bit startled, before rolling her eyes. He wasn't quite sure what that meant. "Tees is the one closer to the door," she said. He looked at them. They both looked the same to him.

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Posted 09 October 2005 - 02:31 PM

Elleith was walking the entire night. The direction she had taken was probably right. By the time first slanted rays of the sun touched the land, the trees stood farther apart as they would at the edge of the forest. The girl dimly sensed someone unknown was watching her but assigned it to her imagination. After all, she was in the dark forest and as far away from her home as she ever been in her life.

Although her feet ached in protest to the long walk she was not sleepy. Elleith sat on a fallen tree and fumbled with her backpack taking out a loaf of bread with cheese, those small bits of food she took from home. She munched down happily the modest breakfast meanwhile almost humming a tune. The adventure, as she came to think of it had started not too badly. The water was still fresh and cold. Elleith took two satisfied sips when strange noise startled her, she almost choked and hurried to close the lid of the water skin before looking around. The loud growling to the left had her jump on her feet before a wilder beast charged at her through the bushes.

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Posted 10 October 2005 - 06:37 AM

"I swear, those dumb rogues don't know a lucrative opportunity if it landed right smack on their thick skulls."

Cursing the fact that his feet had the tendency of finding bumps and sinkholes, Mark pressed on into the forest. He was not confortable stumbling through the forest in the middle of the night, but if he was to find any treasure, he had to follow the instructions to the letter.

"Stupid pirates. Couldn't one just bury his stash in a nice warm place during the day? I'm sick of treasures being buried in damp forest, when the sky's purple and when the moons have to be in so-and-so conjunction. It's not like they hide anything useful anyway."

Mark was a freelance adventurer, often guarding caravans or stealing from them, finding treasure or "finding" treasure, as well as tracking the occasional missing person. Right now he was on a "special" assignment from a certain local baron, who wanted the legendary treasure of "Green Beard" Scotty, a notorious pirate who terorised the entire western coastline several hunderd years ago. Rumor had it of a large burried pirate's stash. Mark didn't give any credit to it. After all, whoever heard of pirates burying their loot in the middle of a great forest? But the pay was generous enough, and the baron was kind enough to provinde him with a treasure map and all the necessary tools. Mark had only to supply the men to carry on the mission. Oddly enough, no one suitable volunteered for the job when he tried to assembe a party, and anyone who did volunteer seemed a little... odd. Needless to say, he took the entire job upon himself, figuring he won't have to split the pay.

"Right, Trigael is half-waning, and I'm here."..he said looking at a particulary gnarled pine tree. All I need to do is dig at the end of the shadow and hopefully I'll have something to show for all my trouble."

Getting a sturdy shovel from his backpack he started to dig. He wasn't particulary afraid of the dark, but something seemed to give him the chills. After several hours of digging, as the sun broke above the horizon, he struck a wooden surface. Much to his surprise, when he cleared the earth around the wooden surface, he saw an old, battered, chest. Opened. Empty.
Cursing, he threw the shovel aside, and started packing his equipment.

"Right. I should have stayed in bed this morning. Getting sent on a wild goose chase in an damp, eerie forest in the middle of the night is not exactly my idea of time well spent. And to think I actually fell for this story. "

He was almost done packing when he heard an terrifying howl behind him. First he froze, then he relised he was not the target, or else he'd be dead already. Jumping to his feet and reaching for his back, he withdrew a long, mean looking greatsword. Rushing towards the source of the sound, he thought that he'd better find out what was going on, before that "something" caught his scent and make him a meal. He quickly found the source of all the growling when he entered a clearing and saw a strange looking large beast chasing a girl. Thinking quickly, he picked up a stone and threw it right into the beast's head. The critter, more surprised than angry turned his attention and charged head on towards Mark. Not losing his cool, he waited until the last possible moment with his sword lowered, then dodged while lunging his sword until the hilt into the beast's side. Disarmed, he turned to face the beast once again, fearing his blow wasn't fatal. The beast, fatigued and stumbling turned for another charge, but its strenght failed and it collapsed before it could mount yet another attack.

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Posted 10 October 2005 - 10:31 AM

The beast jumped same time as the girl attempted to evade the charge. The animal however was more dexterous. Although it missed knocking the target off her feet and sinking the jaws into her neck it still managed to grab a hold of her arm. Elleith nearly screamed as the fangs bit right through the leather armguards sinking deep into the flesh. The blood pooled under the leather falling on the ground, the scent seemingly increased the creature

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Posted 10 October 2005 - 11:29 AM

Aethyr observed the struggle from a distance. Perhaps the beast would provide an easy solution to his quandry - no girl, no problem. Sadly it was not to be. A new arrival on the scene made double his trouble. If the pair teamed up as he was sure they would - the girl was clearly out of her depth, and the man seemed just the type relish the role of protector to a damsel in distress - if they teamed up, he'd have two sets of ears and two pairs of eyes to evade. 'Fate has cast her first dice' he grumbled to himself, 'and from where I'm sitting, it looks like snake eyes'.

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Posted 11 October 2005 - 09:21 AM

"Bloddy hell", Mark thought as he extracted his bloodied greatsword from the beast's side, what in Gath's name is this world coming to? I used to be able to strike a beast down cleanly without all this mess. Must be getting old.

Turning his attention to the young girl, he bowed. "I'm Mark, proffesional treasure finder, escort, and Knight Errant for the Duke of Chateau-Blanc." He, however, conveniently left out the fact that the Duke was dead and the duchy he was serving was divided by neighbouring warring nobles, leving him a freelance adventurer, as some would call him, or rogue, as others would say. His tattered clothing was a little odd for forest wearing, and no one in their right mind would walk armed with a greatsword in a place where there was so little space for fighting with two-handed blades.

"A pleasure to meet you miss." he continued, after a short assessment of the girl. "Might I ask who you are and what are you doing in the forest?" As she started talking he suddenly relised something was not right. Even if he was no elf or of elven blood, he could "feel" they were being watched. It was an strange feeling, and he could trust it. In some of his less than reputable jobs he learned to feel when something was out of place. This feeling served him well until now, and was partly responsible for him being here in the first place. After all, he wouldn't have ventured here alone unless he was absolutely sure he was safe. But now... It was almost as if someone was piercing him with an icy gaze. Shivering, he stopped the girl from talking :

"It's not safe here. I'm returning to the village of Kiz-Rah. You may follow me out of the forest if you wish. I'm not staying here another moment. Just be sure not to alert any more beasts. "

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Posted 11 October 2005 - 06:03 PM

A glint of farther respect lit in her eyes. This Knight certainly had many titles, he must be a professional at what he was doing and had plenty of experience. Elleith quickly collected her things and rushed after him when the man started to walk away from the glade. He asked for her name but suddenly halted, looking around in alarm before resuming his way. Perhaps he also was not so comfortable in the strange forest like she was. The forest was odd, considering the unicorns but the girl was not about to tell him yet of what she saw.

"My name is Elleith." The girls explained not responding to the warning not to disturb more beasts although it's not like she teased the animal on purpose so it would attack her. "I live in the Pineborrow village." Rather lived, she thought. It was another thing she could not confess. What if this man takes her back to her brother and sister when he finds out that she left without permission. It's not like she could not leave. She was only several months short of sixteen summers. Then even Waric could not tell her not to go. Wait, where was she following this man to? He mentioned some village. Elleith stopped. "I don't know whether I can follow you any farther." She said as naturally as she could and hopefully with a sense of purpose strong enough to the man not to question her motifs to go there. "I need to go to the city, not to your village."