The Sunstone Mask
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The robed man looks up at pretty lady singing with the pillow with legs, smiles tight lippedly and shoos the mouse away. The man looks up her with light blue eyes as he clears his throat: "You...have...(voice slightly cracks) ahem, a wonderful voice miss, may may i get a glass of wine. Nothing too strong if you would please. I don't delight in being drunk..." With saying that his face becomes quite ashen and he looks downward. The expression on his face is one of humiliation and strangely enough sadness. Looking back upward to her, he pulls from his robes a platinum coin, and places it in her palm. "Just one glass m'lady"
[quote="Nedylene":3trtk6wy][t:3trtk6wy][t:3trtk6wy]Also at the bar, one of the bartenders slids the cloaked woman her beverage, and sends an order out to the kitchens for her food.
[t:3trtk6wy]"If you would like a companion, lady,"
[t:3trtk6wy]"The bartender says,
[t:3trtk6wy]"Simply inquire of one of the gentlemen with the trays." [/quote:3trtk6wy]
Under her hood, she smiles at the bartender. Of course he can't see her smile, and her voice keeps that silky and soft tone.
"Uhhh... yeah. I'm sure they're nice, but... after a heart break I'd like to chat with a few ladies. I miss some girl talk. Perhaps I'll look to chat with a man later. Thank you anyways" she says and looks around to see if she can find an interesting lady to talk to.
In the meantime...
[color=blue:3trtk6wy]The door of the tavern opens once again and a red haired elf woman enters the tavern. She's wearing a shining silver plated armour with all sort of dragon motives in it, a black cape that's obviously hiding a large shield and a bow. Both hanging from her back.
Her silver eyes smile as she enters the tavern and sighs. Even when she does look tired, she also looks happy.
"Yes, I'll see you in 6 months!" she yells at someone out of the tavern "Don't miss the appointment. I don't want to miss Zan'tara's wedding" she, then, turns to look at the impressed patrons in the tavern. Not really very common for someone to come in so lowdly "Uhhh... sorry. Just came here from... ok, never mind. I'm a little thirsty. Could anyone give me some beer?" she asks out lowd and as she closes the door behind her and walks to a table a scent that's like rain can be smelled when she passes.
Her firey red hair loose behind her, reaches to her knees, and is very soft, and her skin seems to glitter with silver under the light. Perhaps is just an effect of the light, but she does draw a lot of male looks upon her. Her walk is gracefull and does attract the attention. Something normal for her so she's used to it, but she smiles at all the people that look at her.
When she reaches the table she wants to be in is the table in the center she puts the cape she was wearing over the back of the chair, revealing a magnificent armoury: Magnificent helmet made of Gold Plated Adamantium,
Glistening shirt of splendorous suit of scale maile glotering with the five collors of the Metalic dragons Gold,Silver,Copper,Bronze, and Brass. The Scales interlocking Perfectly like the scales of a true dragon. the colors set in perfect positions to form our the Platinum Dragon Bahamut on the chest. There Also are Dragon Engraved Bracers and Greaves the armour is fitted for a Female the Tunic comeing down to a Skirt To show off the Thys A brazier of Adamantine comes to handle the bust of any woman Finaly the armour comes with a Dragon Torc all five metalic Dragons are entwined in this wonderfuly crafted neck peice. With respectable collored gemstones for the eyes.
Masterfully crafted Long Bow. Elvish crafted This great bow is made from the magically enhanced Horn of a Great wyrn Gold dragon the bow though white in color burns with golden veins and glows slightly with a golden light. This Elven Greatbow is accompanied by a quiver with Golden fletched arrows with Silver shafts Though the quiver looks to only hold 20 Arrows and is noticably longer then normal quivers holding longer arrows The Brown leather of the quiver seems quite plain except for the engraved Silver dragon it looks to be blasting out its Cold breath.
Beautifuly crafted Elvish longsword Curved like that of a scimitar but noticably longer to form that of a long sword and less curved. The scabard is Brown in leather much like that of the quiver and Emblazend with the Form of a Bronze Dragon. Seemingly blowing out his mighty breathweapon as well up twords the Hilt of the sword is branded in magnificantly and still shiney Bronze The Hilt is the form of a great Bronze dragon where the blade comes out from its open maw. Great Emrald studded eyes that sparkel Leading down from the head is the body where the hand grips about the sword the tail curls around back over the hand to create a blocking basket for the hand. And the wings spread out into a crosspeice.
Large round sheild shining in its splendorous platinum and in the shape of the Great God of the Metalic dragons Bahamut its eyes are studed with large white diamonds and the luster of this curl is almost hypnotic.
She puts the shield, helmet and the weapons at one side of the table and seats, humming a song in a soft voice and waiting for the beer she asked.
[i:3trtk6wy]"Hummm..."[/i:3trtk6wy] she thinks [i:3trtk6wy]"some coins wouldn't be bad for tonight. Perhaps I could make a demonstration of archery... or better, a contest with the presents would be a good idea. Everyone seems so lost in their own little worlds that would be nice"[/i:3trtk6wy]
(OOC: Any dragons or draconic creatures in the room? I need to know because this character will detect them)[/color:3trtk6wy]
[t:3trtk6wy]"If you would like a companion, lady,"
[t:3trtk6wy]"The bartender says,
[t:3trtk6wy]"Simply inquire of one of the gentlemen with the trays." [/quote:3trtk6wy]
Under her hood, she smiles at the bartender. Of course he can't see her smile, and her voice keeps that silky and soft tone.
"Uhhh... yeah. I'm sure they're nice, but... after a heart break I'd like to chat with a few ladies. I miss some girl talk. Perhaps I'll look to chat with a man later. Thank you anyways" she says and looks around to see if she can find an interesting lady to talk to.
In the meantime...
[color=blue:3trtk6wy]The door of the tavern opens once again and a red haired elf woman enters the tavern. She's wearing a shining silver plated armour with all sort of dragon motives in it, a black cape that's obviously hiding a large shield and a bow. Both hanging from her back.
Her silver eyes smile as she enters the tavern and sighs. Even when she does look tired, she also looks happy.
"Yes, I'll see you in 6 months!" she yells at someone out of the tavern "Don't miss the appointment. I don't want to miss Zan'tara's wedding" she, then, turns to look at the impressed patrons in the tavern. Not really very common for someone to come in so lowdly "Uhhh... sorry. Just came here from... ok, never mind. I'm a little thirsty. Could anyone give me some beer?" she asks out lowd and as she closes the door behind her and walks to a table a scent that's like rain can be smelled when she passes.
Her firey red hair loose behind her, reaches to her knees, and is very soft, and her skin seems to glitter with silver under the light. Perhaps is just an effect of the light, but she does draw a lot of male looks upon her. Her walk is gracefull and does attract the attention. Something normal for her so she's used to it, but she smiles at all the people that look at her.
When she reaches the table she wants to be in is the table in the center she puts the cape she was wearing over the back of the chair, revealing a magnificent armoury: Magnificent helmet made of Gold Plated Adamantium,
Glistening shirt of splendorous suit of scale maile glotering with the five collors of the Metalic dragons Gold,Silver,Copper,Bronze, and Brass. The Scales interlocking Perfectly like the scales of a true dragon. the colors set in perfect positions to form our the Platinum Dragon Bahamut on the chest. There Also are Dragon Engraved Bracers and Greaves the armour is fitted for a Female the Tunic comeing down to a Skirt To show off the Thys A brazier of Adamantine comes to handle the bust of any woman Finaly the armour comes with a Dragon Torc all five metalic Dragons are entwined in this wonderfuly crafted neck peice. With respectable collored gemstones for the eyes.
Masterfully crafted Long Bow. Elvish crafted This great bow is made from the magically enhanced Horn of a Great wyrn Gold dragon the bow though white in color burns with golden veins and glows slightly with a golden light. This Elven Greatbow is accompanied by a quiver with Golden fletched arrows with Silver shafts Though the quiver looks to only hold 20 Arrows and is noticably longer then normal quivers holding longer arrows The Brown leather of the quiver seems quite plain except for the engraved Silver dragon it looks to be blasting out its Cold breath.
Beautifuly crafted Elvish longsword Curved like that of a scimitar but noticably longer to form that of a long sword and less curved. The scabard is Brown in leather much like that of the quiver and Emblazend with the Form of a Bronze Dragon. Seemingly blowing out his mighty breathweapon as well up twords the Hilt of the sword is branded in magnificantly and still shiney Bronze The Hilt is the form of a great Bronze dragon where the blade comes out from its open maw. Great Emrald studded eyes that sparkel Leading down from the head is the body where the hand grips about the sword the tail curls around back over the hand to create a blocking basket for the hand. And the wings spread out into a crosspeice.
Large round sheild shining in its splendorous platinum and in the shape of the Great God of the Metalic dragons Bahamut its eyes are studed with large white diamonds and the luster of this curl is almost hypnotic.
She puts the shield, helmet and the weapons at one side of the table and seats, humming a song in a soft voice and waiting for the beer she asked.
[i:3trtk6wy]"Hummm..."[/i:3trtk6wy] she thinks [i:3trtk6wy]"some coins wouldn't be bad for tonight. Perhaps I could make a demonstration of archery... or better, a contest with the presents would be a good idea. Everyone seems so lost in their own little worlds that would be nice"[/i:3trtk6wy]
(OOC: Any dragons or draconic creatures in the room? I need to know because this character will detect them)[/color:3trtk6wy]
Devante nods slightly in understanding, "Well, I hope that Queen found good companionship in her king, for the price of having lost yours, and I am well glad you found a place you are happy."
He smiles again to Kosef, yet he looks away silently, a small frown then descending on his white face to stare over-studiously at the bar, and while his hair wasn't long, it was long enough that some of it falls to shade his face.
"Now I feel I must tell you something of my own past... it would only be fair." Reading his tone, as his face cannot be well seen, he clearly dislikes the idea of it.
He smiles again to Kosef, yet he looks away silently, a small frown then descending on his white face to stare over-studiously at the bar, and while his hair wasn't long, it was long enough that some of it falls to shade his face.
"Now I feel I must tell you something of my own past... it would only be fair." Reading his tone, as his face cannot be well seen, he clearly dislikes the idea of it.
[quote="elemmiire":314pi8cj]Noticing the newest patron of the bar, she stands up and sits at the chair opposite the man. "What's your story friend? What brings you here?" She smiles, hands coming to rest in her lap.[/quote:314pi8cj]
The robed drow, looks up from a heavy and very musty book, his eyes darting quickly to meet the womans gaze. "Story? Oh...no real story per se' just looking for a nice place to rest my weary head as opposed to the old bed at the tower of sorcery. I recently finished up secondary training in the higher arts of wizardry. Nothing all that special...An' and yourself?" The robed man seems rather nervous despite meeting the womans gaze directly. You notice that his hands have a glaze of sweat on them, and his brow seems damp.
The robed drow, looks up from a heavy and very musty book, his eyes darting quickly to meet the womans gaze. "Story? Oh...no real story per se' just looking for a nice place to rest my weary head as opposed to the old bed at the tower of sorcery. I recently finished up secondary training in the higher arts of wizardry. Nothing all that special...An' and yourself?" The robed man seems rather nervous despite meeting the womans gaze directly. You notice that his hands have a glaze of sweat on them, and his brow seems damp.
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Tyrmer
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Selvik chuckles again in his hoarse voice and looks Akordia up and down approvingly. "Correct again Lady. Though I agree you are very desirable, do not be offended that I do not have the least inclination to bed you; although I too would probably have immense difficulty in doing so. I believe then that it is your turn once more, bt would you like a drink to soothe your palate from our discourse?."
Titles:
Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple
High Priest of the Church of Rooky
Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple
High Priest of the Church of Rooky
[t:3aoj2gtl]At the fireplace one of the servers brings a glass of wine and sets it before the robed man unobtrusively so as not to interrupt his conversation, before scurrying to the woman in the shining plate mail and giving her her beer.As the server sets it down she says,
[t:3aoj2gtl]"welcome to the Sunstone Mask my lady. If you require any more refreshments or a meal simply call for one of us. If you wish companionship, one of the men with the trays will be happy to assist you."
ooc..in the tavern there is an ellithyri and a nymaru male, both of which are of the draconic bloodline.
[t:3aoj2gtl]At the bar, Kosef smiles gently at Devante,
[t:3aoj2gtl]"You need not speak of anything that makes you uncomfortable.My past is something I am resigned to.I have come here, after all, and found more love and acceptance than I could have ever known anywhere else. If your past makes you uncomfortable we can speak of, oh..mayhaps who we consider the most beautiful hero or heroines of old."
[t:3aoj2gtl]Also at the bar the man with the tray smiles at the girl who mentioned a heart break and says,
"I know just the lady for you to speak with. She will have you smiling and laughing in no time at all."
[t:3aoj2gtl]The man with the tray heads to a corner of the room and speaks to a dark haired halfling female sitting on a stool that is far too tall for her. She grins and leaps off the stool, half skipping over to the bar.
[t:3aoj2gtl]Once there she pulls up a stool and climbs up , her legs dangling she turns to face you, holding out a small hand.
[t:3aoj2gtl]"Ello there..Taras the name , and making folks laugh is the game. Should I tell you the tale of the time I went into a tavern and a priest of Malar and a druid of Maliekki came in?"
[t:3aoj2gtl]Also at the bar Akordia smiles at Selvik ,
[t:3aoj2gtl]"A drink I would love. Our summer mead is simply divine. I shall now tell you a riddle which will certainly make , at least, your eyebrows raise."
"I am a wonderful help to women,
The hope of something to come. I harm
No citizen except my slayer.
Rooted I stand on a high bed.
I am shaggy below. Sometimes the beautiful
Peasant's daughter, an eager-armed,
Proud woman grabs my body,
Rushes my red skin, holds me hard,
Claims my head. The curly-haired
Woman who catches me fast will feel
Our meeting. Her eye will be wet."
[t:3aoj2gtl]"welcome to the Sunstone Mask my lady. If you require any more refreshments or a meal simply call for one of us. If you wish companionship, one of the men with the trays will be happy to assist you."
ooc..in the tavern there is an ellithyri and a nymaru male, both of which are of the draconic bloodline.
[t:3aoj2gtl]At the bar, Kosef smiles gently at Devante,
[t:3aoj2gtl]"You need not speak of anything that makes you uncomfortable.My past is something I am resigned to.I have come here, after all, and found more love and acceptance than I could have ever known anywhere else. If your past makes you uncomfortable we can speak of, oh..mayhaps who we consider the most beautiful hero or heroines of old."
[t:3aoj2gtl]Also at the bar the man with the tray smiles at the girl who mentioned a heart break and says,
"I know just the lady for you to speak with. She will have you smiling and laughing in no time at all."
[t:3aoj2gtl]The man with the tray heads to a corner of the room and speaks to a dark haired halfling female sitting on a stool that is far too tall for her. She grins and leaps off the stool, half skipping over to the bar.
[t:3aoj2gtl]Once there she pulls up a stool and climbs up , her legs dangling she turns to face you, holding out a small hand.
[t:3aoj2gtl]"Ello there..Taras the name , and making folks laugh is the game. Should I tell you the tale of the time I went into a tavern and a priest of Malar and a druid of Maliekki came in?"
[t:3aoj2gtl]Also at the bar Akordia smiles at Selvik ,
[t:3aoj2gtl]"A drink I would love. Our summer mead is simply divine. I shall now tell you a riddle which will certainly make , at least, your eyebrows raise."
"I am a wonderful help to women,
The hope of something to come. I harm
No citizen except my slayer.
Rooted I stand on a high bed.
I am shaggy below. Sometimes the beautiful
Peasant's daughter, an eager-armed,
Proud woman grabs my body,
Rushes my red skin, holds me hard,
Claims my head. The curly-haired
Woman who catches me fast will feel
Our meeting. Her eye will be wet."
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Tyrmer
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"Then a summer mead you shall have fair lady. Barkeep, the finest of your summer mead for the lady." He orders in his rasping tone with laughter in his voice. "Now, to your riddle. I believe I have heard of this before in an ancient tongue. It was popular with people who wanted to judge which way someone's mind went in thought. It has multiple answers but the one I prefer is an onion, most likely of the Allium Atrorubens variety given the line (red skin). Though many others may give the answer as something entirely different." He makes an elegant but crude gesture with his fingers to demonstrate.
Titles:
Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple
High Priest of the Church of Rooky
Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple
High Priest of the Church of Rooky
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Tyrmer
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OOC: hehe, er, not really, I just like riddles. Bilbo ftw...
IC: "And I mine." He acknowledges. "I must think of an absurdly hard riddle if I'm to catch you out it seems." He sits for quite some time. The odd whispering coming from his veil as he talks to himself. Debating on the best riddle to use next.
hehe, er, not really, I just like riddles. Bilbo ftw...IC: "And I mine." He acknowledges. "I must think of an absurdly hard riddle if I'm to catch you out it seems." He sits for quite some time. The odd whispering coming from his veil as he talks to himself. Debating on the best riddle to use next.
Titles:
Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple
High Priest of the Church of Rooky
Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple
High Priest of the Church of Rooky
Devante nods slowly, a small smile curving his lips as he is near enough asked who he conciders the most beautiful hero or heroine of old.
"Ah... I am afraid I have always been one to try not to dwell in the past.. Unless there is something in the past that may shape the future, I see little point but to leave it in the past. And as such... I pay little attention to old stories and the like, and the heroes in them.." He shrugs slightly. "I am sorry, I would not be good at that little game... Of course, I would be interested in hearing your oppinion on that matter." He smiles again, a hand idly brushing back his hair.
"Ah... I am afraid I have always been one to try not to dwell in the past.. Unless there is something in the past that may shape the future, I see little point but to leave it in the past. And as such... I pay little attention to old stories and the like, and the heroes in them.." He shrugs slightly. "I am sorry, I would not be good at that little game... Of course, I would be interested in hearing your oppinion on that matter." He smiles again, a hand idly brushing back his hair.
[t:1sxu8qch]Kosef says,
[t:1sxu8qch]"I have long been of the opinion that the past always influences the future. From man's most minut decisions can stem repercussions that reverberate for years to come.For example, a man may decide simply that he will take a different path to his work one morning, and as a result meet a lady that he marries and the two of them produce a son that grows up to save an entire village.In that village may be a child that will grow up to save the world, and all becuase his father took a different path to work one morning.People are granted free will by the Gods , and with that free will the ability to decide what we believe in. So tell me , Devante, do you believe that life is a series of choices that lead us along randomly to our future, like a log drifting in a rivers currents random and left completely to whim, or do you believe in fate?That the Gods hold a hand and a say in our destinies, leading us to what we are preordained towards from the moment of our births?"
[t:1sxu8qch]"I have long been of the opinion that the past always influences the future. From man's most minut decisions can stem repercussions that reverberate for years to come.For example, a man may decide simply that he will take a different path to his work one morning, and as a result meet a lady that he marries and the two of them produce a son that grows up to save an entire village.In that village may be a child that will grow up to save the world, and all becuase his father took a different path to work one morning.People are granted free will by the Gods , and with that free will the ability to decide what we believe in. So tell me , Devante, do you believe that life is a series of choices that lead us along randomly to our future, like a log drifting in a rivers currents random and left completely to whim, or do you believe in fate?That the Gods hold a hand and a say in our destinies, leading us to what we are preordained towards from the moment of our births?"
"Ahh.." Devante chuckles lightly, scratching his cleanshaven chin thoughtlyfully. "That age old question. Ultimately it matters little what I think, things will play out either way. But, perhaps a combination... The gods themselves are not invincible, and perhaps even them have some predesigned destiny. I don't much like the thought that we are all dolls in some wealthy child's playhouse, pupets dancing for their master. But the thought that we are all left almost totaly alone to run about blindly is almost as disconcerting. So perhaps, to make myself feel most comfortable I believe we all have a destiny, but it is not set in stone, and with enough will can be shaped difrently."
He glances about the room full of patrons, quite clearly contemplating what resides in their destinies.
He glances about the room full of patrons, quite clearly contemplating what resides in their destinies.
*A strong Ilythiirian voice rises gently from a corner of the room. Deep both in accent and temper, even for one of elven kind, offering it’s own insight to the conversation.*
The weavers spin fate like the strands of a web. Each of us an intricate mesh of possibilities. Alone we are predictable, but as our lives are interwoven, not even the gods can truly define what will be.
Pluck a single strand of single spider’s web and you may predict where the trimmer ends, but add the lives of the hundreds, thousands, your life touches and that trimmer has an inculpable effect on the whole. The gods don’t control the weave, and so can not control the path fate takes through the web of our lives.
At best they can only manage variables and predict outcomes. Pitting their wills against immortal and mortal alike, gaining or loose favor, as a means to filter out or add to the weave paths these trimmers of fate can take to their end. Are we pawns then? I say no. We are the battlefield. Our combined web, the changing landscape in which their goals are either won or lost, as we move through each others lives, constantly in motion.
So we have a choice, do nothing and offer nothing, and let ourselves be changed and change others without reason or rhyme. Choose a power to let work through you and in following their path, further their goals, or pit our will against it all in an attempt to make our own stake in the game.
*Beneath the cowl a chiseled dark face again lowers its velvet gaze back to his drink, almost as if he were trying to see what path of his own fate led him here, and where it will lead him in the morrow*
Forgive me if I have intruded, but somewhere in the weave I felt a trimmer wake my voice.
The weavers spin fate like the strands of a web. Each of us an intricate mesh of possibilities. Alone we are predictable, but as our lives are interwoven, not even the gods can truly define what will be.
Pluck a single strand of single spider’s web and you may predict where the trimmer ends, but add the lives of the hundreds, thousands, your life touches and that trimmer has an inculpable effect on the whole. The gods don’t control the weave, and so can not control the path fate takes through the web of our lives.
At best they can only manage variables and predict outcomes. Pitting their wills against immortal and mortal alike, gaining or loose favor, as a means to filter out or add to the weave paths these trimmers of fate can take to their end. Are we pawns then? I say no. We are the battlefield. Our combined web, the changing landscape in which their goals are either won or lost, as we move through each others lives, constantly in motion.
So we have a choice, do nothing and offer nothing, and let ourselves be changed and change others without reason or rhyme. Choose a power to let work through you and in following their path, further their goals, or pit our will against it all in an attempt to make our own stake in the game.
*Beneath the cowl a chiseled dark face again lowers its velvet gaze back to his drink, almost as if he were trying to see what path of his own fate led him here, and where it will lead him in the morrow*
Forgive me if I have intruded, but somewhere in the weave I felt a trimmer wake my voice.
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Mend the broken blade of my Father.. to
Recover the lost blade of my Sister.. by
Honoring the silver blade of my Mother.. so
I may Forge my own..
Recover the lost blade of my Sister.. by
Honoring the silver blade of my Mother.. so
I may Forge my own..
[quote="Makasta":33yjtq3z]
The robed drow, looks up from a heavy and very musty book, his eyes darting quickly to meet the womans gaze. "Story? Oh...no real story per se' just looking for a nice place to rest my weary head as opposed to the old bed at the tower of sorcery. I recently finished up secondary training in the higher arts of wizardry. Nothing all that special...An' and yourself?" The robed man seems rather nervous despite meeting the womans gaze directly. You notice that his hands have a glaze of sweat on them, and his brow seems damp.[/quote:33yjtq3z]
(ooc: zomg, sorry it took so long to respond, I haven't been getting alerts...)
She smiles, "I've been wandering lately" She says this with conviction, but she seems nervous, hand always roving to the knife at her belt. "Wandering from what you might ask, nothing really. Just wandering, spreading the word of our lady." Holding up a hand, she smiles, "To the Dark Maiden"
The robed drow, looks up from a heavy and very musty book, his eyes darting quickly to meet the womans gaze. "Story? Oh...no real story per se' just looking for a nice place to rest my weary head as opposed to the old bed at the tower of sorcery. I recently finished up secondary training in the higher arts of wizardry. Nothing all that special...An' and yourself?" The robed man seems rather nervous despite meeting the womans gaze directly. You notice that his hands have a glaze of sweat on them, and his brow seems damp.[/quote:33yjtq3z]
(ooc: zomg, sorry it took so long to respond, I haven't been getting alerts...)
She smiles, "I've been wandering lately" She says this with conviction, but she seems nervous, hand always roving to the knife at her belt. "Wandering from what you might ask, nothing really. Just wandering, spreading the word of our lady." Holding up a hand, she smiles, "To the Dark Maiden"