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| Topic Started: Wed Mar 23, 2011 7:24 am (407 Views) | |
| Aleith Carmena | Wed Mar 23, 2011 7:24 pm Post #16 |
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He chuckled at himself when she claimed his ability odd. To be quite honest he thought it was extremely strange, even knowing the story behind it. But he wouldn't look the gift horse in the mouth, and just enjoy the fact he could still sing. It was relaxing for him to enjoy that small pleasure in life. He smiled and turned a few pages in his journal, lifting up a previous note he had written to no one in particular, which fit this situation nicely. 'I find it quite odd, myself.' He leaned back and smiled happily. It was actually nice to have a conversation with someone for once, if you could really call the note-making a conversation. He usually just apologized and rushed away, trying not to overstay his welcome or bother anyone. It seemed that the tense atmosphere of the tavern had been a nice excuse to sit out of the way and try to be civil with someone. But, that of course had it's own downside. Not a few paces from them a man took a glass to the side of his head, shattering it and knocking the man down in a heap. Aleith winced, involuntarily flinching at it. Not for fear, or any surprise, but because he wished he could help the man. He cursed his inability to actually help the wounded, having never found any manner of healer to actually teach him the skills. He was sure he would be great at them, or at least hoped so, but he couldn't quite get it himself... He reached into his pocket and drew the earthmeld gem he hid in it out, running it through a few of his fingers subconsciously. It was a wonderful item that had saved his life some time ago, barely keeping him from behind crushed beneath a pile of burning rubble. And it had done so on a few occasions since then. A god-send of a stone. It's gravely texture was comforting between his fingers. He focused on the feeling of stone for as long as he could, moving his chair out of the way as some people rushed past grappling one another. It wasn't so unusual in any bar, really, but this was on a larger scale that worried the scholar. He didn't want to think of the amount of people who died because of the carelessness of such a riot, or those who would suffer because of it. People like the tavern owner who would have to spend much of his proceeds tonight repairing the building he used to make a living-and in all likelihood- lived in. |
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| Marissa Skeates | Wed Mar 23, 2011 7:46 pm Post #17 |
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Such a shiny little gem...Marissa's eyes fasted on it at once, examining it as closely as its owner did. It looked valuable, but at the same time, it didn't look like other gems the halfling had seen. It was certainly no citrine, sapphire, garnet, or jade. It did seem to be bound to something, however...some kind of amulet, perhaps? Or simply a brooch? It likely had some kind of magic attached to it, or perhaps it was simply a memento. Either way, the boy seemed as poor as Marissa had been in Cascadia. Ironic that moving from a large city to a small village would make her richer...although, in her defense, she had taken steps to make that happen. Anyway, she wondered why the boy didn't sell it if it was valuable; perhaps it was a memento, like she thought - some token of a long-lost friend or relative or something. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't worth stealing. It wasn't Marissa's style anyway...then again, neither was the crown she carried with her. But that had magic, too, so who knew how useful the little treasure the human boy held in his hand might be? Making her gaze less conspicuous was as easy as it was pertinent here, however, so she took a long drink of her beer and started looking around - just in time to catch the sight of a mug shattering over someone's head. The pair scuffled past her and she narrowly avoided getting drawn in by hugging the wall. She shook her head, trying not to smirk. "Such fools," she mumbled to herself. Finishing off her beer, she started to feel a little tipsy. Yep, she was getting drunk again. Maybe one more night here...she'd see how things went once the place quieted down. She set her mug down, but kicked the empty thing over by accident as she straightened up. She had a pleasant little smirk on her face now as she looked about the room. Things were starting to get heated. "Whaddaya mean, ye're out?!" cried one patron. Oops. It seemed the barkeep hadn't had as much of his own stock left back home as he'd thought. Perhaps this would be her last night here...she could sleep outside the village if need be. She was used to sleeping out in the open, and anyway, she knew a couple nice little holes here and there on the plains. Thinking for a moment, though, she regarded the human. He might be useful if the elven healer found the corpses. Hopefully, that prince wasn't still in the area; she still regretted having not pocketed that ruby...oh, well. She probably had access to as much as it was worth anyway by now. |
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| Aleith Carmena | Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:40 pm Post #18 |
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Aleith squeezed the gem in his hand, keeping it in his fingers as he was jostled around a few times. As his chair was hit into the wall by a few people grabbing at one another's throats, however, it skidded from his hands. His eyes went wide with terror as he leaped on the floor after it. His hands pounded into the floor to try and stop it, many people bumping into him and kicking him out of their way as he went on his journey to retrieve his precious tool. As he retrieved the gem, he clasped it in his hands. His adrenaline was pumping now to avoid the ache in his sides and hips, bruises already forming in places that were covered in boot prints and dirt. He had even gotten more alcohol spilled onto his coat. He groaned in agony as he looked at it, putting himself up against the wall next to the halfling, pulling the window up as nonchalantly as he could. He went to his book and looked through the pages, knowing he probably didn't have time to explain what was about to happen, but hoped he had some sort of thing to warn the halfling what he was about to do. He refused to leave someone inside the building if he could avoid it. Another person out of the fray meant one person he could actually save. Finally, he gritted his teeth and squeezes the gem in his hand. Rainbow light flooded through his fingers as he grabbed the halfling by her collar, breaking some of the window with his staff on accident as he pulled the pair through as well as he could. He twisted awkwardly in mid air until the woman was on the opposite end of the ground, hoping for the life of him that the gem would affect someone he was touching, at least enough to soak up the damage. Then, the two landed in the ground like it was water, being soaked beneath the surface of it like a diving animal. Some of the crowd had turned, confused at the pair of disappearing people, wondering if something had been slipped into their drinks, or if they had come down with the illness affecting the town. After a few moments, Aleith slowly came up from the ground, holding fast to the halfling. As the earth's grip finally let go, he let go of the woman and inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell of fresh air and trying to rid the pounding of adrenaline and excitement through his veins. He was quite astonished that it worked. |
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| Marissa Skeates | Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:59 pm Post #19 |
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Marissa was about to start jumping around herself when the boy's precious stone was thrown to the ground. Had he not leaped on it as quickly as he had, Marissa's partially furry foot probably would have taken it between her toes and passed it off to her fingers. Then he'd have been in a spot of trouble. Alas, he got to it and then started fiddling with the window, and then with his book. In his defense, things were starting to get rough. It looked like a brawl was finally about to break out, and the halfling quickly began looking for a way out through the window... "Gurk!" She didn't even have time to shout before someone pulled her through the window. Then she had only a brief chance to scream as she slammed into...water? No, that wasn't right...it was dirt...only...it wasn't...she found herself 'swimming' frantically for something, anything that even remotely resembled the surface of - whatever this was. When she got her hands on that human, she was going to murder the over-sized bastard! Painfully! When at last she did seem to be on dry ground once more, she gasped as though she hadn't breathed in a week. Once she got past the choking and rasping and looking like a fish out of water, her face turned deadly and there was no mistaking the sudden fury of the storm that raged in her jungle-green eyes. Before even she knew what she was doing, her fist was giving his nose a five-fingered hello with all the might she could muster. "ARE YOU FLAMING MAD?!" she screamed at him. "HAVE YOU COMPLETELY FLAMING LOST YOUR FLAMING MIND, YOU FLAMING FOOL! BURN YOU! BURN YOU TO ASHES, AND BURN THE ASHES! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!" And she hit him again - once again, square in the face. Tonight just was not his night, but the halfling could care less as she started patting herself down both to make sure she still had all her gold and other stolen items and to make sure that she wasn't missing any vital components of her anatomy. |
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| Aleith Carmena | Wed Mar 23, 2011 9:20 pm Post #20 |
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He was too astonished by his trick actually working to notice the first of the halfling's blows flying in on him, breaking his nose and causing blood to start pouring over his mouth. He instinctively held his nose with one of his hands, red quickly staining the sleeve of his coat as it was mildly stemmed. As her second blow came in, he squeezed the gem and a rainbow color flooded from his hand as he sunk in the earth to about waist level, pulling himself back a few paces before raising back to ground level again. He waved his hand in front of him to try and calm her, not having the free hand to really try and right out his explanation to why he had exactly done it. And he was quite sure she wouldn't be patient enough to wait for his nose to stop bleeding, even if she caused it. For a few moments, he frantically tried to mime the reasoning to her, trying to say that the place was going to get very violent very soon, and he didn't want her to get hurt by the rioting crowd. After a few moments of it, he sighed and looked at the reddening of his coat's sleeve, falling onto his rear, and letting out a hefty sigh. He let go of his nose and pulled one of his stained gloves from his pocket to hold it to his nose, the silken material soaking it up much better then his hand was doing. It wasn't much better then his sleeve, but he would need to clean it eventually anyway. He shrugged and leaned back, pulling his staff off of his back and laying it on the dirt behind him, leaning on it with his free hand and letting out another huff. If she had any other anger to vent out, he'd just have to deal with it and let her wear herself out, not really wanting to fight the halfling, and he just didn't think he could argue his case with her. To accent his acceptance, he threw his arms into the air before returning them to their posts, watching with some interest as some of the fights inside of the tavern spilled out into the streets. There was a lot of scuffling up from the window they had broken to leave the building, and he had a sneaking suspicion the breaking of the glass had incited more fights a little sooner then it should have. Someone probably assumed another man near him had thrown someone out the window, or taken it as the cue to start throwing chairs. HE didn't really question the silly logic of people while drinking. Regardless, he was glad to be rid of the line of fire, or at least he really hoped he was out of it. |
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| Marissa Skeates | Wed Mar 23, 2011 9:37 pm Post #21 |
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When she had finally assured herself that nothing was broken, bruised, or bloody and that she still had all her things, the fury on her face retreated to an even fiercer storm in her pretty eyes. Her eyes were pretty, too, else the boys wouldn't have been so drawn in by them. At least, the Cascadian boys wouldn't have...actually, she hadn't dealt much with boys on a romantic level, but she had dealt with one or two in a flirtatious manner. She'd even kissed one once, just to see how it was, but it had been nothing special; chapped lips weren't exactly something to rave about. Her first kiss and it had been...well...blech. But the fellow had been nice to her for the three months following that, like some kind of sentient rabbit that loved her dearly. She finally got rid of him, but he was fun while he lasted. Anyway, the glare she shot Aleith was enough to chill the blood in any sailor's heart. Such was the storm in her eyes that a sea monster would have been a welcome relief. Still, he had saved her from potentially having to fight in would likely would have been an extremely volatile situation. It didn't help a lot, but it helped a little. Still, the manner in which he'd gone about it...yeah. She was more than a little upset with the too-tall boy as she stood and brushed herself off. She shook her head, half in anger and half in confusion to what to say to him. She knew she should apologize and maybe thank him, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to do it. Oh, well. On the other hand...that gem...that had to be the source of the magic. It had glowed in his hand like some kind of rainbow, or something, just before he'd pulled the halfling out the window. "So, what is that thing, anyway?" she asked him forcefully. |
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| Aleith Carmena | Wed Mar 23, 2011 10:42 pm Post #22 |
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The question felt a little dumb to him, having seen the gem do it's work a thousand times. He didn't comprehend some people who weren't as well versed in magic as he was. He wasn't amazing at it, to be sure, but he had the know-how to tell when things were pretty well laid out in front of him. If clutching a gem made him meld in with the earth, he figured that's what it was. He held the gem up and it glowed lightly, the light shining over his face a few times before his form melted just slightly into the dirt. After a moment, he drew himself back to the surface. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his face as he used the gem for the third time in a short burst of time. He wasn't the most resilient person, and the gem was very taxing. it's powers were impressive, to be sure, and were obviously not meant to be squandered on cheap parlor tricks like his. He picked up his journal off of the dirty ground, using his bloody glove to wipe some dust off of it and ignoring the streams of his blood on the cover of it. He turned through the back pages until he had found the page he had theorized on the stone, lifting it up to show the woman. 'Earthmeld gem.' He tossed the Journal on the ground and slowly pulled himself to his feet, trying to stretch some of the knots from his muscles, the swan dive from the window leaving his muscles aching. He reached down for his journal so he could ask the halfling if she thought they should get away from the tavern before the fights spilled out further in the streets, but he got frustrated at the book and shoved it into his jacket, simply scribbling in the dirt at their feet. 'Run?' He underlined it a few times before lifting up his staff, putting much of his weight on it to allow himself a moment of rest. He was never much of an athlete, and how he hated such stressful situations... |
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| Marissa Skeates | Wed Mar 23, 2011 10:56 pm Post #23 |
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Meld? Like, melt? Well...that almost made some kind of sense. But it was magic she didn't like and would just as soon not have anything to do with that flaming gem again. In any event, she was still angry with him even as he retrieved his journal and scribbled in the dirt. She was about to ask him why she would be stupid enough to go anywhere near him again when the door was practically ripped off of its hinges. The fight wast definitely starting to get out of hand. This would not have been an ideal time to stick around, and if there was one thing Marissa did know (other than the fact that she did not know magic), it was when to get lost. This was one of those times. Glaring back up at the too-tall halfling wanna-be, she jabbed her forefinger through the air at him in anger and glared fit to make a bull run for its mommy. She wasn't about to let what had just happened go, even if he had saved her life. There were plenty of ways to get out of a situation that didn't involved sinking through solid ground like a ghost and nearly drowning in dirt because of it, and she was not going through that again. Ever. "Just keep that stupid rock away from me!" And with that, she took off at a jog toward the shadow of some nearby shops. She had a strong feeling Aleith would follow, but as long as he kept his head down and didn't get her into any worse a situation, she wouldn't have to do to him what she'd done to that human boy on the farm just three miles east of Kellen. |
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| Aleith Carmena | Thu Mar 24, 2011 12:28 am Post #24 |
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He didn't really have the time to protest on the gem's defense, having taken a liking to the trinket and not enjoying it being a target of such disdain. Though he was sure that someone who wasn't used to being swallowed by the earth, the experience may not be quite so enjoyable. With a sigh, he placed the thing into one of the pockets on the inside of his jacket, closing the pocket as carefully as he could while he turned away from the spilling mob, following after the halfling. His steps were nowhere near as graceful as hers were, and he tripped a few times as he went. He began to feel the aching of his sides and hips again, causing his steps to be quite labored. He had to wonder if it had to be necessary for some of those men to kick him merely for reaching for his precious gemstone. The thing was worth a fortune to him. As the alleyway spilled out onto another street-one not so filled with angry, drunken brawlers- he stopped to take a breath, leaning on the nearby wall. He imagined the halfling would continue on without him, her mood towards him being an extremely sour one so far. He fell onto his rear and took a deep breath, wondering if he should have just stayed in Cascadia the last time he was there. A few dark stares had to be better then the disease and rioting that were going on here. With a sigh, he raised himself to his feet and began to hum, pushing on with his staff as a walking stick. He would have to find a nice alley or tree to sleep soon, and be off for Taras. The docks were at least alive enough that he could make some money, and if not He could charter passage up north to the desert, he was quite sure of that. Either way, he had a long journey ahead. He couldn't help but wonder what way the halfling was going, wondering if her own travels were taking her in any similar direction... It'd be interesting, at least. Though he wondered about his safety should he anger her at any time. Something along the lines of breaking his nose again, maybe. He wondered what other little weapons she had hidden on her person. He had read in some of his mother's books that halflings were very nimble people, being able to steal and hide things with the best of them. And as always, when he thought of such things he couldn't help but become curious... |
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| Marissa Skeates | Thu Mar 24, 2011 1:02 am Post #25 |
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Indeed, halflings were brilliant at stealth and spying and stealing and lying. Fate had chosen for Marissa the path of a rogue in life, and so she was better at those things than most other halflings were - which made her quite frightening to meet in a dark alley, despite her height. That stiletto of hers was particularly dangerous, not only because it was sharp, but also because she could have it in her hand in the blink of an eye; it could be gone just as quick, too, making her handy - no pun intended - in a fight. And because halflings typically wore nothing on their haired feets, moving silently was one of their top skills. That made Marissa the perfect thief. And so it was that she moved as swiftly and silently as a shadow among shadows, the buildings concealing her as well as any spell might conceal a wizard. Her former point of mild interest during a brief period of boredom was quickly falling behind and making so much noise that some sniper was likely to kill him quickly and laugh about the ease with which the arrow had felled him in a battle. But there were no snipers here, only angry villagers and illness-ridden folks desperate to be healthy again. Eventually, the human collapsed. It seemed that he had no stamina, although being beaten up by something that barely reached to his waist might have played some small part in that. Humans were so clumsy and noisy. Oh, well. by the time he had risen and begun to walk again, Marissa had found a nice doorstep to sleep in; the place was newly built, but not yet lived in; from the talk she'd heard, one of the younger villagers had just gotten married and had gotten sick before he and his new bride could move in. That meant the perfect house to sleep in. Of course, Marissa wouldn't stop at the doorstop; she was just starting to pick the lock on the front door when she heard the shuffling of the human getting closer than ever to her position. One small turn into a little cul de sac and the halfling would be all too obvious. Of course, it would take an owl's eye to see her in the dark, but still... |
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| Aleith Carmena | Thu Mar 24, 2011 1:58 am Post #26 |
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Aleith let out a hefty sigh as he reached the center of the road, examining the alley ways and side streets with minor scrutiny. He was never one for man-hunting (or woman-hunting, as the case may be). He shrugged his shoulders and kept moving on, his staff clacking against the stone with a slight rhythm of his gimped walking. He would have to find a nice place outside of town to rest tonight, not too comfortable with the state of the town to remain here for the night. I never seem to do well with people, I wonder why... He silently mused to himself, narrowing his eyes and lowering his head. He was exhausted, and he just realized it. He just wanted to find a nice tree and rest, letting the grass alleviate a bit of his weariness. The clear skies above him brought a smile to his face. It was a feeling of home to him, the stars. His room in the tower was so high in the sky, the stars were almost in his reach. He always tried to reach his hand from the window, and clasp his fingers around their fiery light. But of course, he would only reach air, and eventually disappointment would follow behind. It was how it often went with him when he had moments of whimsy. But that wouldn't stop him from having more, of course. He had to enjoy those moments, at least a little bit. He sneezed, moving through the town towards the gate, and slowly into the plains beyond. He could find a nice tree near the river's edge, and enjoy a relaxing breakfast near the water before heading west. He'd have a long trip ahead of him, and then he'd have to deal with the coast. The people there were often very committed to their business, and he wondered how they would enjoy his own. He was sure, however, that he could find passage from there to the north. If he couldn't, he had a very sad journey ahead of him, one that likely took him through wilderness places that he had never seen and would likely swallow him whole. |
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| Marissa Skeates | Thu Mar 24, 2011 2:28 am Post #27 |
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The house was already furnished, and not with cheap furniture. It was warm and it was comfortable. Her nap lasted only a few hours, but it was more than long enough. She had slept off a good portion of the booze and she was now ready to get what she'd come for. There was no one around when she searched the house, but as expected, there was nothing of value within it. There was also no one about in the still-dark night as she made her swift way from the cul de sac. In mere moments, she was in the alleyway once more; there was no sign of the human boy. As she made her way back onto the main road, she took a close gander at the inn just up the road; there were no more villagers milling about, but there were a few guards here and there. There weren't enough to catch her, however, so she wasn't worried about getting what she needed. Through a window of the darkened tavern, she saw no one. It was very easy to get inside, and the window was soon closed again. Moving through the tavern was easy enough, and soon she had found the back room. The lock was an easy picking and it was no time at all before she was in the basement. She searched for a good hour before she found all the stashes of copper, silver, and gold coins that had come into the tavern five hours earlier. A stolen pack from a corner of the room was now full of the coins and covered by her cloak - well kind of. It wasn't exactly a large cloak. Anyway, now she searched about for a few other things. She found very little of any real value, but she did pick up a notice for some kind of job in what used to be Taras. Apparently, someone was rebuilding it. There was a wagon leaving for the coast just a few miles up the road, leaving the day after tomorrow. It looked as though it paid very well. The halfling smiled as she made her way quietly and invisibly out of the tavern, for she would be on that wagon soon enough... |
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