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| Topic Started: Sat Oct 16, 2010 5:24 am (492 Views) | |
| Logan Pathwalker | Sat Oct 16, 2010 5:24 am Post #1 |
 
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Who knew that, at some point in time, the Bandit Camp of Norwood Forest would become a de-facto human capital in the wake of Taras' destruction? Indeed, since the fall of the great Western kingdom, many people had fled outward in all directions, including here to Norwood Forest itself, wherein many wound up in the care of the local bandit gang looking for fresh recruits. Most of the embittered and disenfranchised of the old kingdom were looking for a new way of life, and the plaguing of this lively forest was by far their best option, as many other people fleeing here from the fallen kingdom would provide plentiful income. It was here that Logan Pathwalker had come in the wake of Taras' destruction, as the kingdom's fall meant that the hermetic ranger would have to find himself a new place of resupply and occasional shelter, since the people fleeing through the forest wound up driving him from his normal dwellings to here. Logan found himself sitting around a campfire with other ne'erdowells smoking his old tobacco pipe as the other fellows contented themselves with drinking and swapping tales of their latest exploits. Much like a tavern, there was ale provided by the local leaders to those few who wished to actually stay here in the bandit camp, and the recent escalation in membership meant that they had to provide some of the worse yak-piss ever conceived in order to keep up with demand. As he swigged the foul liquor in between draws from his pipe, Logan amused himself with the quiet observation of the denizens of this place, most of them now former citizens of the fallen western civilization. Never a man of many words, Logan much preferred to wait and watch as opposed to speak without thought. Though, the foolish activities of those who did so were quite entertaining, when one truly thought about it. |
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| Shalia | Sun Oct 24, 2010 5:29 am Post #2 |
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It had been a week since she had aided in the rebuilding of Taras. She was still a little miffed with the whole incident. How the half-dragon had managed to convince her to help with that whole thing still baffled her. Kaess…an insanely powerful half-dragon who was equally foolish had also said he loved her. Soon after she had to deal with the stupidest paladin she had ever met and an imp king. The spell the imp put on her was still wearing off. It had made her physical beauty rival that of a succubus. As each day passed she slowly reverted back to her normal form, which while still beautiful did not have the haunting beauty of the succubi. Her current form was equivalent the beauty of an elven maid. A few days back she and Kaess had parted ways for a time. He wanted to do visit some old places…emotional stuff. She did not understand these ties to old places he had, so she left him to return to the monastery of the Burning Fist. She figured he would arrive a few days after she did. Currently her journey had brought her into Norwood Forest and to this camp. Her lavender eyes looked around at the place. Bandits. She had no love for such men, but would not draw her blade unless they were foolish enough to attack. Several of the bandits did stare at her, as there were not many women around, but the sword on her hip and the look in her purple eyes made them think twice about approaching her. She took a seat next to one of the fires. (the one Logan is at) A yellow toothed bandit smiled at her and opened his mouth as if to speak to her. “Say a single word and you will be picking your teeth up off the ground,” she said, cutting him off. She lifted a hand and let a few sparks erupt from her palm to emphasize her point. The man quickly shut his mouth and got up to seek out easier prey. He spotted another lass at the other end of the camp and went to her to try his luck. With gone, Shalia took his spot by the fire and made herself comfortable. She took out some of her traveling rations from her pack and drank from her water skin. The only food and water she would trust here is what she prepared herself, there was no knowing where these filthy excuses for human beings got their ‘supplies.’ |
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| Logan Pathwalker | Mon Oct 25, 2010 7:11 am Post #3 |
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It was an intriguing sight to see this woman brazenly walk into the camp and decidedly beat up on one of the occupants of this particular campfire. Then again, the fact that he decided to make a pass at her, a woman who so obviously looked as dangerous as she was beautiful, was more than indicative of his own ability to reason. Contentedly amused, Logan continued to draw from his pipe, watching this spectacle with the attention of an enraptured schoolboy, for such a sight had not been seen, at least here, in some time by the Ranger. When it was over, Logan regarded the woman with a brief look of interest before turning his attention back to the campfire, continuing to draw from his pipe as he took a swig of mead. If she wanted to strike up a conversation, well, then she'd have to initiate it herself. Logan was a man of little action and even fewer words, and in fact was more content expressing himself via facial expression and gestures. He was never sociable and preferred the solemn silence of the wilderness over the civilized world. The reason he could sit here comfortably was because this camp was a mixture of both. Still, the woman interested him, and her beauty was quite...powerful. She would be an interesting conversation, indeed. |
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| Shalia | Fri Jan 28, 2011 1:22 am Post #4 |
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Shalia noticed that Logan had been watching with interest. Though he seemed interested, he wisely seemed to decide it was best not to try anything like the previous fool. She sat there in silence for a long while staring into the fire. She was still working on understanding how fire worked. Not how to make and keep a fire...but how the heart of flames burned. How she could use that understanding of the soul for the fire to control it. Though she was beginning to understand fire and gain a strong affinity to it, she knew she still had a long way to go to obtain the powers of the Burning Fist. Her lavander eyes broke away from the flames and looked back over to Logan. Normally she would gladly remain silent and not speak with anyone. But for some reason this man's silent interest in her annoyed her to no end. She gave him a sharp glare, a strong fire burned behind her deep purple eyes. "Speak," she said at last. "Why do I seem to interest you so much?" |
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| Logan Pathwalker | Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:50 am Post #5 |
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Logan jerked with surprise when he turned back and saw that the woman had approached him, as he originally thought she would just mind her business as he minded his. Before she had, he had immersed himself into looking into the campfire and contemplating his current predicament, freshly driven from his home and all. He did not overall mind this sudden interest in himself, but he'd only regarded her with a modicum of interest that he was hoping he wouldn't regret. "My apologies, milady," Logan gruffly said, his voice rather growling due to its lack of use until recently. The Ranger took a drink of ale before continuing, "No disrespect intended, but it has merely been quite sometime since I've seen someone with the beauty of my mother's race. Most people I've seen in my time are human, such as myself. Would you like a drink, perhaps, or a pipe?" Logan puffed on his pipe for a moment as his azure eyes met hers, their own beauty a sign of his elven lineage, and perhaps they would help entrance her and ease her hostility. |
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| Shalia | Sun Jan 30, 2011 4:44 pm Post #6 |
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Shalia studied the man intently with her fierce lavander eyes. She relaxed a little. He did not seem to be the type to attack unless provoked, much like herself. His eyes did catch her interest. The man looked human, but no human had eyes like that. Now she looked at him differently and was able to pick up the traces of elven blood. "Elf blood huh..." she said softly. "I highly doubt I share your mother's lineage. Unless that is demon blood you have in your veins instead of elven." When she mentioned demon blood it might then occur to him that she had little if no elven blood in her at all. She was a demon bred mutt. True she did not know all the different lineages she had, so it was quite possible on of her ancestors was elf. But the demon...and the dragon blood, suppressed all others. When he offered he a drink she shook her head. "I drink and eat only what I prepare for myself," she said. "I don't trust what the scum here try to pass off a food and beverage. You should also be careful, you don't know if they laced it with something with the intent on capturing slaves." |
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| Logan Pathwalker | Sun Jan 30, 2011 11:16 pm Post #7 |
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While shocked by this revelation, Logan made sure that it did not faze him on the exterior. In these uncertain times, the best bet one had was to give an appearance of absolute serenity, which would unnerve most would-be assailants and attacks. He frowned at her last statement, however, as an eyebrow raised in interest. "The rabble here may be many things," Logan said softly, "but they are not slavers. At least most of them. Many of these men are just disenfranchised refugees from Taras, forced to turn to this lifestyle in order to scrabble a decent living. Even if they were slavers, however, I made sure that this yak-piss was clean of any and all poisons before I started drinking it. I couldn't call myself a survivalist if I didn't." Logan lightly chuckled at this small joke of his, though he doubted it would amuse the woman so much. "I must apologize for the earlier statement, then," the Ranger continued, "Your look and posture seemed to give the impression of elven blood within your veins. I'm surprised there are still any of the demon lineage here in Imythess, though. I thought your kind left after the sacking of Taras." |
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| Shalia | Mon Jan 31, 2011 8:45 pm Post #8 |
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Shalia shrugged as he spoke about slavers. "One can never be too certain," she said. "When men are desperate enough they often turn to the slave trade to make easy gold. I dispise those who prey upon the weak in such a manner." When he laughed softly to himself she just gave him a side long look. She did not smile or laugh. She never did. There was not much in the world she took pleasure in. "Taras? Oh you mean that ruined city they recently were rebuilding," she said. "I was just there. My trainer somehow robbed me of my reason long enough to convince me to help in the efforts. I came to this world after the city was destroyed and did not even know of its existance until a few weeks ago." She decided not to mention the fact she had come her with her demon master with the goal of capturing slaves. Her master had seemed to know that a city had recently been destroyed and thought the survivors would make a fine catch. And it was in his foolishness he had left himself open long enough for him to kill him and free herself from slavery. |
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| Logan Pathwalker | Wed Feb 2, 2011 6:38 am Post #9 |
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Logan took another drink from his mug of ale before responding. It was odd that there were still summonings during this time, as much of that knowledge had been scattered to the winds by Taras' destruction. Logan puffed on his pipe thoughtfully before continuing. "So what, exactly, are you then, my dear," Logan asked with a polite tone, not intending to offend, "You're far too fair to be a pure demon. Like I said, your beauty struck me as an elf at first glance..." Edited by Logan Pathwalker, Thu Feb 3, 2011 9:32 am.
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| Shalia | Wed Feb 2, 2011 6:02 pm Post #10 |
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She was silent for a moment wondering if it was okay to share with this man. But then she was not exactly ashamed of her lineage like so many where. She made no point in hiding what she was. "First of all don't call me 'my dear,'" she said. "If you must call me something, its Shalia. Do not let looks fool you, I have seen demonesses who could pose as elf maidens. I am what is called a tiefling. One born with traces of demon blood. Before you ask, I do not know what other races are apart of my heritage. I did not know my parents, but they were likely tieflings as well." She decided not to mention the fact that she did know she had draconic blood. Him knowing she had demonic was enough. Also she did not feel he needed to know that the reason she did not know who her parents were was because she was bred as a slave. Her parents had most like been chosen as a mating pair to produce a powerful child who would excel at battle. Thus the one with both demon and dragon blood was born to be a war slave. And now that former slave was free. |
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| Logan Pathwalker | Thu Feb 3, 2011 9:32 am Post #11 |
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"Shalia," Logan mused aloud thoughtfully, taking several draws from his pipe in the process, "quite a beautiful name, that is. And it sounds quite elven in sound and pronunciation." Logan inclined his head, as introductions seemed to be in order, and offered her his hand, palm up, to take it like one would shake a lady's hand, "My name is Logan. If you'd like, call me Peacemaker, but only if it suits you better. It is quite a privilege to meet you." Always one to be polite, Logan continued puffing on his pipe, waiting for her to take his hand. |
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| Shalia | Thu Feb 3, 2011 4:09 pm Post #12 |
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Shalia looked at his hand skeptically for a few moments as if trying to figure out what it ment. Then she seemed to recall that humans shook hands as a sign of greeting. She slowly extended her hand and placed it on Logan's. Her wary eyes showed that she did not fully trust, or trust him at all for that matter. She trusted no one really. "Well met then, Logan. My name may sound elven, but i did not know what language it comes from," she said. "Demons do not put much effort into naming their property." |
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| Logan Pathwalker | Fri Feb 4, 2011 12:59 pm Post #13 |
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She did not trust him, that was for certain, but then again she did not exactly strike the Ranger as the trusting type. When her hand was reluctantly placed in his, Logan gently caressed it as one would do a lady but did not press his lips to it, like one who do nobility, because he was sure she'd take it the wrong way. Instead, Logan gently shook it, holding her hand with a certain light grip that would make her feel a bit more comfortable, if anything. She was clearly someone who'd been through a lot, demon or no demon. "So you were a slave," Logan said matter-of-factly, as she didn't seem shy to share this, "I figured as much. There was a certain venom in your voice when we were talking about slavers in this camp..." Logan released her hand, going back to his mug of ale, taking another drink from it. Logan puffed on his pipe a bit more before frowning and seeing that the tobacco had run out. Grumbling a moment, the Ranger tapped the head several times to clear out the ashes before returning it to a pocket within his longcoat. "Gonna have to go into town again...ugh," he grumbled before he finished off his ale and set the mug aside, "So, what is it that brings you here to this fine establishment, Shalia?" Logan's sarcasm was apparent, a bit of a joke to help liven the tension. |
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| Shalia | Fri Feb 4, 2011 7:35 pm Post #14 |
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The ranger seemed to understand her lack of trust. He did not push his boundaries and held her hand no longer than what was required. She had to admit that she like that. He respected her silent wishes. A nod was all she gave when he figured out she was a former slave. There was no point denying it. After all it was not like she was trying to hide it. He had little love for slavers and felt that they all deserved death. There was no honor in preying upon those that could not fend for themselves. "Im traveling to the Dragonspine Mountains," she said. "The leader of the Burning Fist talked me into coming with him to help the rebuilding project in Taras. He and I have parted ways for the time being and are taking our own paths back to his monestary." |
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| Logan Pathwalker | Mon Feb 7, 2011 4:36 pm Post #15 |
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"Hm," the Ranger snorted when he heard about the efforts to rebuild Taras, "I'm surprised that anyone wants to try and rebuild that place. The whole place is a cesspit of opportunists and criminals looking to pray whomever's left, and then each other when they run out of innocents. I'm surprised that there's actually an effort to do something about it, I thought all of the men-at-arms were under sway of the highest bidder..." "So what exactly does this fellow want to do," Logan inquired softly after his short rant. His eyebrow was now raised, for this was the first time he'd heard of the activities of the Burning Fist in a long while. Never one to trust those sorts of societies, Logan kept a close eye on them during his time as an adventurer. And now that he'd taken up adventuring once more, he ought to get his ear to the ground again as well. |
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