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NSWRPF Archive The Fair Folk: Ultimate Fantasy

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  1. Saber_Leader

    Saber_Leader Jedi Master star 4

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    Jan 28, 2003
    IC as Gorroc Tretum
    Dark Marshes, Darkling Realm

    Gorroc Tretum sat on a stump, waiting with two others Orcs for some 'fates', whatever those were. I don't know why I'm needed here, Gorroc thought. Still, this Crunch seems to be leading us in the right direction. Death craves for souls, and this peace isn't going to provide them.

    Gorroc sat, thinking about what Crunch might have planned. The rumors of war were starting up again, which greatly pleased Gorroc. This peace had existed for too long; how long could one expect a Priest of Death to deal only with the old and the sick? Gorroc was growing bored and agitated with his current work. This assignment from Crunch was promising, but until these fates showed themselves, Gorroc was at a loss as to what their purpose would be. Lost in his thoughts, the sudden words from the trees stratled Gorroc.

    "Well, well. What a mottly crew of idiots do we have this time? Is this the best Crunch could do?"

    Gorroc immediately jumped to his feet and drew his sword, glancing around with his two companions in an attempt to locate the voice. Unable to find the speaker, Gorroc considered the words it had spoken. It apparently knew of Crunch, and had some arrangement with him. Could this be a fate? Only one way to find out.

    "I am Gorroc Tretum," he called out. "We are on patrol on the orders of Crunch. Show yourself if you have business with us."

    Under his breath, Gorroc growled softly to himself. "And if you call me idiot again, I'll send your soul to Death."

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  2. Sith_Lords

    Sith_Lords Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    IC: Arteresto
    Aeronwen's Tree-top House, Ennathe

    Arteresto smiled as he saw Aeronwen's head move closer to his, and he moved his nearer, when suddenly she moved away and ran into her house. Art swore, he had never been so confused in his life. He got up and walked through the forest, his head full of contrasting feelings. She must love him, if she had nearly kissed him, but she hadn't actually kissed him. Art sighed, and sat down by a neglected campfire. He pooked it about, and added wood, than layed down to try and get some shut eye.

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  3. NaboosPrincess

    NaboosPrincess Manager Emeritus star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    Karlen?ae Covenly
    Palace of Queen Gossamer, Alfheim

    Karlen?ae smiled brightly at the tiny fairy child and accepted her gift of the flower crown with a soft word of thanks. The girl reminded her of the little sister she had left behind when she moved to court. Alyss?anne would be about the same age as this little one, now. Oh, how she missed her family sometimes! But those thoughts flew away quickly when Karlen?ae noticed their next visitor: an attractive young man she was unacquainted with. The poor fairy was nervous, probably from being around the Queen?Karlen?ae remembered how nervous she used to be, as well, but it went away once you realized the Queen was perfectly nice and cheerful and wouldn?t bite your head off if you slipped up and forgot a ?Your Majesty? here or a curtsey there. Karlen?ae would make an effort to take Anth'lan ? that was his name, if she?d heard correctly ? aside at some point during the evening and explain these things to him.

    The young lady trailed behind the Queen and Anth'lan as the pair chatted, waiting for them to finish so she could request a proper introduction. She tried to think up some suitable conversation topics while she waited. If she was going to make all the guests feel welcome this evening, she?d have to do a lot of socializing.

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  4. Ktala

    Ktala Force Ghost star 6

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    Sep 7, 2002
    Naboo_Princess, Genimay, Jedi_padawan_leigh, LightSide_Apprentice, Rayson, Saber_Leader

    Within the Realm of Alfheim
    The Queens Palace


    A golden-silver ball of light, with sparkling trails flew past, and then gently landed in near the Palace steps. Gossamer watched, as the orb turned into Anth'lan, a faint white glow of light around him.

    Gossamer looked back at Karlen'ae. "It looks like if I will have one more visitor before I am to ready myself." she mused softly. Her group walked over to Anth'lan. As she did, she held a gentle smile. Poor Anth'lan. He seemed quite smitten. But it was not directed at her, but her companion. She gave him a knowing look, as she spoke. "Walk with me, Anth'lan, for I feel you have something you wish to speak with me about. But be quick, for I must ready myself for the evenings festivities." she spoke quietly, as she continued to walk into the palace.

    Anth'lan began walking alongside her. even as his eyes drifted around her. "Your Majesty, my thoughts are open to you," Anth'lan admitted, slightly embarrassed. The poor man blushed, and his wings fluttered and sparkled all the more. He managed to regain himself, as he spoke to Gossamer.

    "I have heard that Or'wreen has recovered," Anth'lan spoke. Queen Gossamer nodded in acknowledge. "News travels quickly. However, you are correct." Anth'lan continued. "Have we learned yet of the beings responsible for the most recent raid?"

    Queen Gossamer shook her head, as she moved her hand delicately. "Now is not the time for such discussions. On the morrow, you should come to me, when I shall be able to tell you the news that you seek. But now, the night is for other matters of importance." With that she smiled, as she looked to Anth'lan. "Anth'lan Dold'ric, meet Karlen'ae Covenly, one of my Consorts, and Court Embassador. "

    Queen Gossamer turned towards Karlen'ae. "Anth'lan, is one of the many who protect the borders of the realm, and makes sure such festivites as the one we hold this night, are possible." As they had walked, they managed to make their way into the palace, and were standing at the foot of the grand staircase inside. The crystals that twinkled throughout the palace, made the place bright and cheerful. Queen Gossamer's wings fluttered slowly as she smiled.

    "And now, it is time for me to retire, and prepare for the nights festivities." She gave the two of them a nod. "I look forward to seeing you there. I will leave in the hour. You may ride with me, if you so wish."

    With a knowing nod, she turned, and with her guards, began to go up the huge staircase for the central spire, that she would be using.


    Far away, in another part of the Woods of Alfheim,

    Rayson Barbarossa had found a tiny golden scroll, carefully laid someplace that they would easily notice it, tacked to a tree. The small golden note entailed a message. It read: You have been invited to the Queen's Regalia! If you wish to join us, then please, burn this note!

    "That's an odd way to do it, but I suppose they have their ways. I'll have mine, they can have theres," Rayson dropped the note into the fire, and watched it turn to ash. Then returned back inside, to retrieve his food.

    Rayson shook his head, His meat was almost ready, but he had time to retrieve his sword and sharpening tablet from his cupboard. After all, it gave him something to do. As he turned around, he noticed a small place setting sitting accross the table from his own. Sitting on the table sat a small Fairy. His grey wings were folded neatly behind him, as he sat watching Rayson. A few whisps of ash still hung on him.

    "Interesting meal. But dont fill up too much. After all, would hate to have you missing out on all of the goodies of the Queen's Pary." he said, rubbing his chin. "After all, you DID signal that you wished to attend." he said with a grin.

    With a gracefullness, he stood up, and gave a bow to Rayson. "I am called, Trey'fell, and I will be your escort this evening, once y
     
  5. LightSide_Apprentice

    LightSide_Apprentice Manager Emeritus star 4 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    IC: Anth'lan Dold'ric

    Queen Gossamer's Realm of the Faerie - Alfheim

    Wise beyond some of the eldest and experienced beings he had ever known, Queen Gossamer proved herself in possession of keen foresight. Anth'lan was only too willing to accept her words and guidance. He would, as the Queen asked of him, return to her in the morning to discuss the raids on their borders and those creatures and beings that might be responsible for causing harm to Or'wreen. Presently, however, he was to focus on the celebrations that were sponsored by the queen.

    "Anth'lan Dold'ric, meet Karlen'ae Covenly, one of my Consorts, and Court Ambassador," said Queen Gossamer, by way of introduction. Then she turned towards Karlen'ae. "Anth'lan is one of the many who protect the borders of the realm, and ensures such festivities as the one we hold this night, are made possible."

    Knowing not what else was proper, or perhaps knowing that his gesture was the only one fitting, Anth'lan offered a deep bow to Karlen'ae, as he said, "Our Queen is too kind." He smiled gratefully and resumed his place alongside the queen as they continued to walk.

    They headed into the palace and came to a pause once they reached the grand staircase within its walls. The crystals that twinkled throughout the palace made the place appear bright and cheerful. Queen Gossamer's wings fluttered slowly as she smiled. "And now, it is time for me to retire, and prepare for the night's festivities." She gave her two companions a nod. "I look forward to seeing you there. I will leave in the hour. You may ride with me, if you so wish."

    "Thank you, your Majesty," Anth'lan said, bowing again.

    Queen Gossamer offered a knowing nod as she turned, and with her guards, began to tread up the huge staircase for the central spire that she would be using. Anth'lan watched her departure, having no intention of following, or of asking to be accepted to ride with the queen at the ceremony's opening. He did not feel comfortable asking, or being offered such a position, for the recognition and attention it would bestow on him.

    It was only after the queen departed, when prepared to move off himself, that he realised Karlen'ae had remained with him. They were together. Anth'lan felt his cheeks warm slightly as he turned toward the young beauty with a polite smile. He knew that she would be attending the celebrations, and he was curious about her. "Will you be taking a partner?" was what he wanted to ask her, but he could not bring himself to say as much.

    "Perhaps I will see you at the ceremony," he said instead. "I am looking forward to it."

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  6. NaboosPrincess

    NaboosPrincess Manager Emeritus star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    May 14, 2001
    Karlen?ae Covenly
    Palace of Queen Gossamer, Alfheim

    Karlen'ae dropped into a graceful curtsey as Queen Gossamer performed the introductions. So this Anth'lan was a knight of sorts; that would explain why the Queen was acquainted with him, despite his very rare visits to court. She was immediately intrigued; most of the people she had a chance to talk with were advisors, diplomats, or petty politicans. As a protector of the realm, he must have some terribly exciting stories. She pondered the possibilities as their little group continued on into the palace. The sparkling light from the crystal chandeliers reflected off every surface, creating dizzying, almost magical, swirls of color.

    "And now, it is time for me to retire, and prepare for the night's festivities," said the Queen with a nod. "I look forward to seeing you there. I will leave in the hour. You may ride with me, if you so wish."

    "You are most kind, Your Majesty," Karlen'ae murmurmed. How could she refuse such an honor? Already she was excited. Then she heard Anth'lan speaking to her.

    "Perhaps I will see you at the ceremony," he said. "I am looking forward to it."

    "Oh, I will certainly be there, Sir Anth'lan," Karlen'ae answered happily. "As you know, the Queen will be making an appearance tonight, which makes this event all the more exciting. We have guests in attendance from all over the realm. It would be my pleasure to introduce you to some of them, if you'd like. Doubtless many will enthralled to hear tales of some of your adventures."

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  7. LightSide_Apprentice

    LightSide_Apprentice Manager Emeritus star 4 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    ATTENTION WOOD ELVES: It has become increasingly obvious and apparent that you all know what you're doing. So, I'm going to reduce the amount of OOC comments I make as we progress. As such, this will likely be my last, unless or until I have OOC announcements that are particularly important or worth sharing with you as a whole.

    Please know that we are still set within "Twilight and Nightfall". Changes in days/nights will be posted by myself as the game progresses. Other than that, feel free to explore the Realm of Ennathe and its surroundings as you please. I will do my best to offer descriptions and responses to help from a GM perspective, as always.





    [b]Darth_Joesha, Sith_Lords, Dahlia_Santary, Winged_Jedi, Ktala[/b]

    [i]Twilight[/i] (Before Nightfall)

    [i]Realm of the Wood Elves, Ennathe, Western Callanthorith[/i]

    [color=blue][b]Aeronwen Haul[/b] fetched her pouch of herbs and returned to clean [b]Artaresto's[/b] open wound as they sat together by a small campfire within the trees. The medicine she applied to [b]Artaresto[/b] stung him, but she explained that it would prevent the wound's infection, and allow for better, more rapid healing.

    "So, do I get a reward for being such a brave boy?" [b]Artaresto[/b] asked, smiling.

    "You won't get ... an infection ... if that's what you mean?" [b]Aeronwen[/b] responded, as she sat beside him on a pile of browning leaves.

    Light from the fire warmed them, and [b]Aeronwen[/b] felt the faint breeze flowing within the trees brush against her like a lover's caress. She found her head moving slowly towards [b]Artaresto's[/b]. Yet as she got within an inch of his face she pulled back and stood up. "I ... I'm sorry, it must have been the fire ... and the herbs. What was I thinking? Um, you shouldn't go outside tonight, there would be a risk of infection, please feel free to sleep here," she said rather hurriedly. "Goodnight."

    [b]Arteresto[/b] had been smiling one moment, and the next he was cursing. [b]Aeronwen[/b] rushed out from where she stood near the campfire and into her room, shutting the thin door behind her. There was no way for [b]Arteresto[/b] to know what had happened to cause the sudden change between them. At a loss as to what to do with himself, he settled for walking through the treetops, travelling along the planks and bridges among the trees of their realm.

    He struggled to make sense of his contrasting thoughts and feelings. Music came to him through the trees, carried along the wind, though it offered him no sense of clarity. [b]Arteresto[/b] finally sat down, taking position near a dwindling fire, which had been neglected by its creator. Ash lay scattered and blowing around him as he poked at the dying flames.

    After a time, he added some wood to the fire, then lay down beside it. The flickering flames cast shadows across his body, and [b]Arteresto[/b] sought the sleep that eluded him.[/color]

    [i]Later ...[/i] (Nightfall)

    [color=blue][b]Natassia Priam[/b] parted company with the others, and found herself crossing paths with Lethlandor. He must have sought her out, for she was alone and at peace before he approached her. "There is a solstice celebration within the Queen's Realm, and I have been asked to join the Elders as a guest of [b]Queen Gossamer Moonglitter[/b]," he explained, as he walked with her.

    "I am concerned for the young ones, however." His tone matched his words, for it was sad and troubled. "Please watch over them, [b]Natassia[/b]. They will learn from your guidance, and from the example you set for them." Lethlandor forced a smile. "I suspect [b]Ivan[/b] will be quite busy through the night, as there are many beasts about."

    The Elder male offered a parting smile before he turned and disappeared into the woods, headed west toward Alfheim, Realm of the Faeries. Of [b]Ivan[/b], there was no sign. Doubtless, he was out hunting, or something else of the kind. Lethlandor had placed his trust that the Wood Elves would not be led astray in the absence of their Elders.[/color]


     
  8. LightSide_Apprentice

    LightSide_Apprentice Manager Emeritus star 4 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    May 22, 2001
    IC: Anth'lan Dold'ric

    Queen Gossamer's Realm of the Faerie - Alfheim

    "Oh, I will certainly be there, Sir Anth'lan," Karlen'ae answered happily. "As you know, the Queen will be making an appearance tonight, which makes this event all the more exciting. We have guests in attendance from all over the realm. It would be my pleasure to introduce you to some of them, if you'd like. Doubtless many will be enthralled to hear tales of some of your adventures."

    Anth'lan frowned at that, though only momentarily. He really was not too sure how many 'adventures' he would be sharing. Patrolling the realm's borders was not exactly the most exciting way to spend one's time, after all. More often than not all Anth'lan did was walk, or fly, as a scout through the Queen's Realm and the areas just beyond its perimeter. The truth was that he had never actually engaged any darklings or intruders in combat, with the exception of stray birds and beasts that were lost, or simply hungry, or that did not know any better, but that was hardly combat.

    "I'm not sure that my stories would be terribly interesting," Anth'lan responded slowly, only too well aware of the implications of his words. He sounded boring, as if he never had any real adventures like the other fairies, and that he was not fun or exciting to be around. And, he was trying to impress Karlen'ae, or, at least, he wanted her to be impressed. She seemed like such a kind and good-natured young lady. Anth'lan's thoughts began to wander and he caught himself when he realised he had been silent, and that Karlen'ae was staring at him with her beautiful eyes.

    "I would like that," he said after a moment, smiling. "For you to introduce me to your friends, that is." His tone and manner became slightly awkward and nervous, and his fairy wings began to flutter again. "I hope we can talk," he added slowly, quietly, as thought of the opportunity he might have to spend some time alone with Karlen'ae.

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  9. Sith_Lords

    Sith_Lords Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    May 17, 2004
    IC: Arteresto
    Ennathne - Dreaming

    Art was standing in a field of grain. He looked around him, and he saw a windmill towering overhead. He smiled, and ran towards it. He reached the top of the windmill, but what he saw from there was not right. He could see the whole of Callanthorith from up here. He looked to the West, and saw an army marching towards him, and towards his home. They left only destructionin their wake, their path marked by a flaming trail, and huge collumns of thick, black smoke. Art looked at the leader. All he could see was a robed figure riding a horse, sword drawn.

    The scene changed. Art was standing in a circle of Darklings. A troll approached him, and was about to swing down with his huge club, crushing Art, when the scene changed again.

    He was in Ennathne, but it was different. Their were only pools of water, and blood. The once great forest that sorrounded the area was little more than ash. There were burnt out skeletons of the once great trees that stood here. He moved to a puddle of water, and saw his reflection. He was older. Greyer. Art turned around, and the location changed once more.

    He was in some sort of graveyard. One plaque in particular stuck out. "Aeronwen Haul" He looked at the description. "Loving wife and mother of three. Where the stars shine, we see your spirit."

    The dream changed, he was sat in a field of battle, clutching Aeronwen in his arms. He heard himself muttering. "Don't die, Aeronwen, don't die, come back to me, I love you, come back to me." Art saw the light in Aeronwen's eyes fade, and die. He let out an almighty scream, and looked around him at the battlefield. There was the figure again. A robed thing, riding a horse. He grabbed his bow from his back, and let loose a flow of arrows. All 3 were aimed directly at the creatures head. All three passed through. Art swore violently. "What are you?" He screamed, and the creature pulled back his hood, and Art gasped, as he saw a face he knew all to well. "I am you."

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  10. Saber_Leader

    Saber_Leader Jedi Master star 4

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    Jan 28, 2003
    IC as Gorroc Tretum
    [/i]Darkling Realm - Urgan - (Dark Realm)[/i]

    Gorroc tensed as he detected movement from the forest, ready to attack if need be. THe only thing that approached, however, was a small black orb flew down to the stump Gorroc had just vacated. What is this thing? Gorroc thought. I've never seen anything like it before. Then the black thing spoke: "Dont worry, Orc. We have business with you alright. Something that will make Crunch and the others very happy. That is for Crunch. Inside is a map. and a special item. It will cause a great hunt. And an even bigger battle to start soon, if they cant find that item. Others want it as well too. Crunch wants something to keep the Orcs battleready. This will do it. And get them rich. For him to decided. You interested?"

    Must be some kind of magic messenger, Gorroc thought. It's nothing like I've seen before, though. Still, he moved forward to the stump carefully and grabbed the pouch the thing had dropped. If it was telling the truth, Crunch would diffentately be interested. "I'll take this to Crunch, and see what he thinks," Gorroc said to the black orb. "How will we contact you with our answer?"

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  11. NaboosPrincess

    NaboosPrincess Manager Emeritus star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    May 14, 2001
    Karlen?ae Covenly
    Palace of Queen Gossamer, Alfheim

    Karlen'ae was slightly disappointed when Anth'lan began to insist that his stories wouldn't be of any interest to the court. But she decided he must just be too polite or modest to brag. She knew that some of the fairies at court rarely ventured beyond the castle walls. To them, he would seem exciting, even if he had never been injured in combat or tangled with bandits.

    "I will introduce you to as many of my friends and acquaintances as the evening permits, and you needn't be so modest; they'll adore you," she assured him with a smile, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder to quell his fears. "As for the talking, I'm afraid I shall be rather busy tonight. The Queen wishes for me to greet the guests and make everyone feel welcome. But, if you will stay until the end of the night, you may look for me after the last dance. The Queen makes her exit while everyone is waltzing. Once she leaves, I am usually free of my duties for the night."

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  12. Ktala

    Ktala Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 7, 2002

    Queen Gossamer
    Palace of Queen Gossamer, Alfheim

    Queen Gossamer smiled, as she watched Karlen'ae and Anth'lan began to talk to one another. She climbed up the steps, and headed into the spire where her own quarters lay. She was glad, for while working for the fae court was fullfilling, there were more important things. All things had a proper place and time. And never was this more true, than it would be this night.

    As Gossamer, entered her room, the guards stopped, posting themselves in various places within the outer area of her quarters. Gossamer removed the flowers, and went into her room, to change for the evenings events. As she did, she stopped and looked into a small pool of water. She watched, as the refelection of several small glowing orbs moved within its calm waters. She watched them for a moment, and then nodded with satisfaction.

    She then moved over to her desk. She had sent out a notice eariler, telling the main guards on duty for this night, to keep sharp, and alert. For it was the one night, on which ALL fae folks were invited to enjoy the evenings festivities. This included Queen Willoween, and her people. As long as they behaved themselves, they were most welcomed. But incidents were bound to break out. And there were also to be humans coming to visit as well. A mix that they would have to keep an watchful eye upon.

    She had sent a special notice the the heads of the elite guard unit. Sander and Or'wreen would keep a sharp watch. And to make sure the peace was kept, special items were put into play. So, she expected nothing but a most lovely time to be had by all. Gossamer called her attendants, and they assisted her, in helping her prepare for the evening festivities. Very soon, the main event was to begin.


    Anth'lan Dold'ric and Karlen?ae Covenly
    Near Queen Gossamer's Palace - Alfheim

    As Anth'lan and Karlen'ae spoke to one another, they saw many of the other beings of the realm, now starting to move about in earnest. Small groups of Pixie and Fairy children played, as they moved about, carrying large piles of flowers and berries.

    Anth'lan noticed a rather large group of Fairy warriors, heading off into the woods, towards the Fairy ring where the festivities were to be held. Two lovely Dryads, and a friendly red fox, were helping in moving items to the ring as well. Everyone nearby seemed to be in a festive mood, and excited, as if something big were supposed to happen. The smells of sweet cakes, and honey also filled the warm night air.

    A vendor, holding up two honey cakes, offered them to the pair as they talked.



    Gorroc Tretum
    Darkling Realm - Urgan - (Dark Realm)

    Queen Willoween watched, as the main Orc stared where Zel was standing.
    Zel spoke to him, giving him the items he needed to give to crunch.

    The other two Orcs seemed to be gathering courage, as they came closer. They grunted, and argued with each other. Gorroc managed to catch part of the conversation. It seemed as if they were trying to decided if they should keep the items for themselves.

    Zel stepped back, his glowing orb moving away, as the main Orc moved forward to the stump carefully and grabbed the pouch the thing had dropped. "I'll take this to Crunch, and see what he thinks," Gorroc said to the black orb. "How will we contact you with our answer?"

    Queen Willoween's voice answered from high in the treetops. "Dont worry. We can smell you well before you enter the woods." Her laughter filled the treetops.

    Zel's orb lifted off from the treestump. "There is a black pouch inside the bag. Just toss it into a fire. We'll know you want to talk to us, and send a messenger."

    Gorrec heard the sound of a punch being thrown. Behind him, the two orcs had gotten into an arguemnt.

    "Give pouch. WE TAKE to Crunch." One of them, muttered to Gorroc, his waraxe in his hands.

    Zel decided now was a good time to dissapear, making his black orb wink out of existance..and he took off high into the treetops. Queen Willowee
     
  13. Winged_Jedi

    Winged_Jedi Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Feb 28, 2003
    OOC: I'm a little slow, RL.

    Ivan the Stranger
    Deep within the forests of Ennathe

    "One, two, what to do?"

    Ivan the Stranger sang out loud as he scurried through the trees, darting from branch to branch, navigating his way through with easy grace and speed. The Hunt had begun, and it was so much fun. He'd been given free reign to do as he wished, to kill whatever he wished within the realm of this hallowed forest, and he had laughed. Laughed that they expected him to bring back something to eat. He would bring back something to fear. Something with blood oozing from it, with the stench of death swimming into the air off of it. Now that would be a treat for the Elders.

    "Three, four, find a boar."

    His keen eyes fell upon the large beast that wandered along below among the leaves, minding its own business, quiet and peaceful. All the poor boar probably wanted was a gentle evening, a light dinner of grass followed by plants, and then a long, restful nap. Instead, it was about to be slaughtered like the pig it was. Ivan flicked his silver dagger out from his boot and tossed it from hand to hand, chuckling like a child at the lightness of it.

    "Five, six, sharpen sticks."

    Still perched up in the nearby tree, he reached out for some small branches, breaking them off here and there until he had four short sticks in his pale hands. With impressive speed and skill, he used his dagger to sharpen the ends of the sticks, working the blade back and forth until the job was finished.

    "Seven, eight, sit and wait."

    He stayed where he was, and grinned, watching the hapless boar as it meandered around a clearing before making its way over to the very tree Ivan was hiding in. He wasted no time at all. He hurled the first stick down, hissing with satisfaction as the point tore into the boar's ear, slicing it off. What a beautiful shot that had been. The other three sticks were not qutie as successful, with one hitting off the hide and falling to the ground, and the other two scratching the panicked animal deeply, causing blood to run.

    "Nine, ten," said Ivan as he dropped to the ground at last, smiling manically, "...who cares?"

    Moments later there was silence, and Ivan, his face and hands red, sheathed his dagger and scampered back into the trees, his prize safely within his grasp. On the ground lay the still, lifeless form, of a headless boar.

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  14. LightSide_Apprentice

    LightSide_Apprentice Manager Emeritus star 4 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    May 22, 2001
    IC: Anth'lan Dold'ric

    Queen Gossamer's Realm of the Faerie - Alfheim

    "I will introduce you to as many of my friends and acquaintances as the evening permits, and you needn't be so modest; they'll adore you," Karlen'ae assured her companion with a smile, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder to quell his fears. "As for the talking, I'm afraid I shall be rather busy tonight. The Queen wishes for me to greet the guests and make everyone feel welcome. But, if you will stay until the end of the night, you may look for me after the last dance. The Queen makes her exit while everyone is waltzing. Once she leaves, I am usually free of my duties for the night."

    "Then I will be looking forward to the Queen's departure," Anth'lan said, only to stop short. He frowned inwardly, knowing that he did not mean what he said. Well, he did mean it, just not the way that it might have sounded. He did not want to be rid of the Queen or see her off in a hurry, he just looked forward to the opportunity to talk with Karlen'ae again. He hoped she understood that that was what he meant, when he smiled at her, half in jest of his own words.

    A vendor offered the pair two honey cakes, which Anth'lan accepted, politely handing one to Karlen'ae, while he took the second for himself. It was a welcome gesture from the vendor and Anth'lan offered his gratitude in return. "Thank you," he said, as he smiled toward the vendor, before continuing to walk alongside Karlen'ae.

    Many of the other beings of the realm were starting to move about in earnest. Small groups of pixie and fairy children played, as they moved about, carrying large piles of flowers and berries.

    Anth'lan noticed a rather large group of fairy warriors heading off into the woods, towards the Fairy Ring where the festivities were to be held. Two lovely Dryads, and a friendly red fox, were helping in moving items to the ring, too. Everyone seemed to be in a festive mood; excitement was in the air, as if something big were supposed to happen. The smell of sweet cakes, and honey filled the warm night air.

    "It seems that we will be part of a very special and festive evening," Anth'lan commented, as he returned his attention to Karlen'ae. "I hope you manage to have some fun in between your duties to the Queen and her guests." He smiled playfully at his own words and at Karlen'ae, both because he liked her and was fond of her, and because he felt she might need to have more fun, and less work, on this evening, especially.

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  15. DarkSide_Apprentice

    DarkSide_Apprentice Jedi Padawan star 4

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    Ugly and of dark green skin, Langurd Urgoohd was a towering troll of almost three metres tall. He was not considered terribly bright, even among his kin, but his loyalty was unquestioned--he served the Darkling Realm, and specifically the Great Orc Crunch, above all else. That same loyalty sent him out from the wood and into the Urgan marshland where he had been assigned a charge.

    The Great Orc Crunch had requested certain watchfulness from the formidable giant, near three metres tall. Langurd was to locate a certain Goblin sapper, and it was expected that the troll be able not only to watch over the little menace, but keep the troublesome creature in-line, too. Langurd grumbled something to himself about not liking small and cheeky creatures, something about wanting to squash little annoyances beneath his foot, or to pound them into mush.

    He slammed a closed fist into his open hand, and grinned wickedly at the thought of crushing the tiny little Goblin into a slimy, green ooze of broken bones and squishy skin. And, then, as if from the trees, mud was flung at him. Mud! Langurd swung his head left and right, as mud struck his breast. He could not find the source of the sloppy attacks and it infuriated him.

    Growling in annoyance he flailed his arms as he searched for his unseen attacker. "Come out!" he roared. "Sneaky attacker!" He growled all the louder and stomped through the marsh, headed toward the tree line. He reached the wood in a series of quick steps, only to have himself blinded.

    An especially large, smelly, sticky blob of mud was flung at his face, splattering against it and sticking to his face like glue. The mud smelt awful, it reeked of the nasty bog he had trudged through, and smelt worse than the odours he found within his own home, and had never been able to escape. And, so, he yelled with greater fury and frustration, and annoyance, too, waving his arms about, unseeing.

    Zuukin Orango, sitting in a tree, covered in mud himself so as to blend in with his surroundings, was laughing like a mischievous imp, as his latest stroke caught Langurd right between the eyes. The little goblin laughed so hard he almost fell from his perch and out from the tree. He lay on his back, kicking his legs in the air, holding his bloated little belly, and laughed more so as he heard the growling troll.

    It was almost a full minute before the little goblin gathered his wits about him and scurried down the tree to walk toward the lumbering, flailing troll. Zuukin looked upward, craning his neck back, as he watched the silly-looking troll, and giggled a little more. "You silly giant!" he called out, laughing.

    This, of course, only caused the troll even greater anger, as he stomped around in search of the little critter, hoping to squash him flat. Blinded and clumsy as Langurd was, and nimble and quick as Zuukin was, there was no hope for the troll, and all success for the goblin.

    Zuukin Orango called out, first with a taunt, then with an insult, and followed with loud and mocking laughter. He danced around the troll, and called out again, all the while leading the massive creature toward him, away from the woods, and back toward the bog.

    When Langurd Urgoohd tripped and fell with a sloppy splash into the stinking marsh, Zuukin Orango lost all control of himself, and burst out with such a fit of laughter as to be heard far and wide. Zuukin watched the clumsy giant as Langurd picked himself up from the swamp and rubbed his eyes, clearing the mud from them. Blurred though his vision was, it began to return to him.

    And, when it did, he gave chase to the cheeky little goblin, who was already sprinting into the dark wood, giggling and skipping and calling, "Catch me if you can, you clumsy stinky troll!"

    And, as he ran, Zuukin laughed some more.

     
  16. NaboosPrincess

    NaboosPrincess Manager Emeritus star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    Karlen?ae Covenly
    Palace of Queen Gossamer, Alfheim

    "It seems that we will be part of a very special and festive evening," Anth'lan commented, "I hope you manage to have some fun in between your duties to the Queen and her guests."

    "You are kind to say so," Karlen'ae replied with a smile. "Really, though, I enjoy my duties, and generally find them to be quite enjoyable. I'm lucky, I guess," she shrugged. "I rarely need to seek fun when it's right there for the taking."

    She was distracted by the flurry of activity going on outside, and reminded of what she ought to be doing. "Please forgive me, Sir Anth'lan, but as you can see, everyone is beginning to arrive, and I must be there to welcome them." She put on her warmest smile and looked into his eyes so he would know she was not just trying to be rid of him. "I will look for you in a little while for those introductions I promised, and please remember to find me after the evening's festivities have wound down; I will hope to see you then."

    With that, Karlen'ae took her leave of the young knight and hurried off to greet the new arrivals.

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  17. Sith_Lords

    Sith_Lords Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    May 17, 2004
    IC: Artaresto
    Woods of Ennathe - Dreaming

    The Scene had changed again. Marksmen practice. Art was standing there, watching himself in the third person perspective. He grabbed an arrow, and let loose. It flew through the air, and struck the target. But it didn't stop. It carried on, ploughing into Aeronwen. Art screamed.

    The dream moved. He was on a battlefield once more. He was riding a dark black horse, laden with metal armour, desiged to inflict fear in enemies. Art, on the other hand, wore light armour, under a huge black robe, with a hood that covered his face. All that onlookers would see was 2 bright red eyes. This was also designed to inflict fear. Behind Art stood hundreds of creatures, the likes of which he had never seen, Orcs, Goblins, Trolls, and Evil Men, all waiting for him to give the order to charge. Across the battlefield was a huge army, made up of Elves and Men. He looked to the East, towards what had once been his home. He sighed, and lifted his battle sword above his head. "Charge!" He shouted, and kicked the horse. It rose onto two legs, letting out a cry, and than moved forward. His cheer became a roar, as the army behind him followed suit.

    He was no longer on a battle field. He was walking along a firery coridoor, all that lay at the end was a orange circle of flame. Art stepped through, and woke with a start.

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  18. LightSide_Apprentice

    LightSide_Apprentice Manager Emeritus star 4 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    IC: Anth'lan Dold'ric

    Queen Gossamer's Realm of the Faerie - Alfheim

    As much as Anth'lan wanted to see and witness Karlen'ae's happiness, and joy, he realised that her sense of joy and happiness was not precisely the same as his own. Anth'lan held an interest for his work, certainly, but it was not his greatest passion. He enjoyed his freedom above all else, and, even though he loved being able to serve the Faerie Realm, and explore all that it had to offer, he knew that there was a part of him that just wanted to break away from it all. It was not that he wanted to leave the realm, as much as it was that he simply wanted to be free to wander, and discover, and live as best he knew how, without having to follow the guidance of those that might be in positions of authority, though Queen Gossamer was hardly a tyrant, and she never flaunted her power, or proved herself anything other than a benevolent caretaker of the realm. And, Karlen'ae, she was different.

    Anth'lan could not understand her entirely. Well, that was not exactly true. Perhaps he understood her only too well, or perhaps he only thought he did. As far as he knew, and believed, Karlen'ae was passionate about her work. She seemed to legitimately enjoy what she did, whether it be greeting foreign visitors, or guests of the Queen, or distinguished members of the realm, or even the little people, those that were less known and not of such high regard, or reputation, or popularity. Anth'lan thought a part of it was an incredible seflessness and devotion to work, to something greater than oneself, and he admired that in Karlen'ae. It was just that he could not, or would not, want that for himself. And, he struggled to see how Karlen'ae might want it.

    Sometimes, he wondered if she really was so passionate about her work. Though he knew she was, a sense of disbelief lurked within the back of his mind. It was not that he did not trust Karlen'ae, or that the ambassador would know what she wanted to do with her life, but rather that while he could understand her, he would never be able to fully empathise with her.

    "Please forgive me, Sir Anth'lan, but as you can see, everyone is beginning to arrive, and I must be there to welcome them," Karlen'ae said, drawing herself to the forefront of the guardian's mind and gaining his undivided attention. She put on her warmest smile and looked into his eyes, those deep pools that drew him toward them, as if enchanted. And he knew, then, that she had given him her attention, and not fled just to get away from him.

    "I will look for you in a little while for those introductions I promised, and please remember to find me after the evening's festivities have wound down; I will hope to see you then." With that, Karlen'ae took her leave of the young knight and hurried off to greet the new arrivals.

    Anth'lan was left watching her depart, a smile upon his lips and his heart filled with joy, and hope, and happiness. He was grateful for Karlen'ae's words, her kindness and presence. As he observed her departure, his mind whirled with the opportunity and invitation to later speak with the object of his affection. Anth'lan was so immersed in his feelings that he knew not what to do with himself. He just stood there, thinking, and staring. At length, he laughed and took flight, grinning as he became a ball of brilliant light, leaving a sparkling golden-silver trail behind him.
     
  19. Rayson

    Rayson Jedi Master star 4

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    Apr 10, 2002
    Rayson Barbarossa
    Alfheim Forest

    "Soo.. what say you? Do you still wish to attend?" Trey'fell questioned.

    "Well, I burned the paper, so I suppose I shouldn't waste your time," Rayson smiled. "Besides, it's either that or sharpen this stupid thing." He turned towards his house, but stopped.

    "So am I going to need anything of mine for this trip of ours?" Rayson questioned as he turned back to Trey'fell, who continued to wittle.


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  20. LightSide_Apprentice

    LightSide_Apprentice Manager Emeritus star 4 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    Darth_Joesha, Sith_Lords, Ktala

    Nightfall (Before Midnight)

    Realm of the Wood Elves, Ennathe, Western Callanthorith

    There was a scratching noise at the door. Thin as it was, the sound carried through the door quite easily, and drew Aeronwen's attention. Whether she had been asleep, or in contemplation did not matter. The scratching continued, and it became louder with each minute that passed. It was almost as if someone, or something, had become desperate.

    At the door, unbeknownst to Aeronwen, was a small Wood Elf of only seven. She was scared and she was cold and lonely, and so, she wanted company. Lanoria Nabria wore a silky, sky-blue dress, more gentle, but no less beautiful and dazzling, than her bright blue eyes, which sparkled keen intelligence. Her golden curls hung down to her shoulers and she bit the lower of her pink little lips.

    "Aeronwen," she whispered fiercely, hoping to be heard this time. "It's dark and cold!" There was a brief pause as the young elf turned about and looked up into the darkness, and the shadows that seemed to lurk all about her. "I'm scared, Aeronwen. Please let me inside!" Her voice rose in pitch and she felt a cool breeze sneak through her dress to brush against her back and she squealed, "Aeronwen!" as she pushed at the door, seeking sanctuary from the darkness and the night.


    Meanwhile, dreaming a disturbed dream, the youthful Artaresto woke with a start to the sound of screaming. His heart beat rapidly, and sweat trickled down from his brow, and his spine. It was just a nightmare. Wasn't it? As he glanced around him, still in darkness, he wondered if perhaps the scream was his own, for all else around him seemed blanketed in silence.

    Shadows danced in the woods, as the clouds passed through the faint light of the moon, like ghosts lurking just within sight, but beyond reach. The night was cool and a gentle breeze blew across the land, through the trees and out toward the eastern lands. Artaresto became uneasy. An elf sensed these things. There was something wrong, somewhere. And it was not just in his dreams.

     
  21. Ktala

    Ktala Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 7, 2002

    The Quassams's Night Eve,
    Fairy Ring, Forrests of Alfheim

    The ring, in which the nights activities were to be held, was abuzz with the work of many, donning the finishing touches. Soft lights, from glowing orbs, and flowers that seemed to glow, lit the area. Soft music played, as a group of fairies and and lovely Dryad, with a huge harp, played for the guests. And oft to one side, laughter was heard. A most curious thing. When one approached the ring, it didnt seem quite so large. But, when one entered it, the area seemed huge. Fairies and Pixies, played a game, as they examined and compared each others clothing and various 'gifts'. Several Dryads, and tree sprites, were busy conversing with two rather large TreeEnts that decided to partake of the nights festivities. A small party of grey elves, also in attendence, seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere, even if they did stay to themselves. But they were polite, with one even allowing their hair to be braided by one of the younger children.

    Several groups of foxes, were seen, covered in flowers, as they moved about, with small riders on their backs. Flowers normally closed for the evening, were open and the fragrent smell from their petals compeated with the smell of the sweet smelling cakes and other foods nearby. A few animals wandered nearby, nibbling on snacks left for them, as diffrent beings fluttered about on the lush grass of deep green.

    A chord was stuck by the musicians, and then, the area was bathed in star and moonlight. Several of the younger ones oo'ed at the sight, while the others just smiled knowingly. Sander and Or'wreen, where there as well, but keeping a low profile as they watched over the guests, and the woods around them. They had plenty of help, to insure that the nights festivities would go smoothly. Especially with the Queen due to attend later in the evening. As the 'light show' started, Qr'wreen smiled, and then nodding to Sander, took off to land within another tree as she watched the area. She nodded, as a group of Ice Fairies, came within the ring. They were far away cousins from the area past the land of men. They came, from the north, and the territory of the Ice Goddess. They were on good terms with them. Or'wreen hoped that any others that showed, behaved themselves. She nodded to the Ice Fairies as they passed by, entering the ring. Or'wtreen is dressed special herself. Both she and Sander are wearing shiny suits of woven armor, and a tiny helm, as she holds a spear, while Sander has a bow. Or'wereen has a short sword on her hip. On their arms, an armband, that identifies their position. They moved, as Orbs of silver.

    Soon, the first of many performances began, with the younger children, who performed a play, and sang the history of the city of Alfheim. Their voices rang throught the forest as everyone relaxed, and began to join in. Many venders, for various items made sure that everyone could find something that they could enjoy. Hom'barge and Lutania, members of the City council for the trade city, had made their way back home, to also enjoy the nights fun. Hom'barge's piercing green eyes shone out as he watched the activites of the youngsters. He was rather round, for a fairy, with deep dark purple wings. His cane, lying next to him, as he sits. He looks elderly, even for a fairy. His companion, Lutania, by comparison is young, with slider white wings, and golden hair. Her blue eyes miss little, and she always teases Hoom'barge, telling him that it is because he deals with the humans, that he has become so stout...even if he believes diffrently.


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    Queen Gossamer
    Palace of Queen Gossamer, Alfheim

    Queen Gossamer unfurled her wings, as she moved accross her room. Her attendants moved to help her get ready. She brought her hair down, so that it flowed around her. A new dress, in a dazzling array of colors, lined with crystals moved and flowed as she did. The ring of flowers the children had given her, she insisted be replaced upon her head, and intermingled with her cro
     
  22. DarkSide_Apprentice

    DarkSide_Apprentice Jedi Padawan star 4

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    Jun 30, 2001
    Trees seemed to part and the ground to shake, as if some terrible beast, some threatening giant, tore through them. Langurd Urgoohd was a towering, lumbering being, both clumsy and destructive, each unwittingly on this occassion. He plowed through the dark wood in pursuit of the little goblin menace that had annoyed him so.

    Having managed to remove the muck that blinded him, and catching some faint scent of the little prankster's whereabouts, it would not be long before troll and goblin crossed paths, or so Langurd expected. Funny, that. He still expected as much when night fell, after he had already been giving chase for what must have been well over an hour.

    When at last he grew tired and came to a pause, the hulking giant realised that he was quite unsure of where he was. In his haste to catch Zuukin Orango, Langurd had wandered outside of the Darkling Realm and into unfamiliar territory. He frowned dumbly, and walked further along, his head turning slowly as he worked, and failed, to gain his bearings.

    Crunch would not be happy. No, he would not be happy at all! Langurd moaned, afraid and frustrated at the position he found himself in. And it was all Zuukin's doing!

    The trees here were different than what Langurd was comfortable with. He could smell all sorts of strange things. A variety of lush green leaves and foliage, blooming flowers and healthy, brown oak and other woods surrounded him. He had left the Darkling Realm behind him, he realised, and stmbled into the Realm of the Wood Elves. In fact, he was skirting their borders, and was well on his way toward the Faerie Kingdom, though he had no way of knowing that himself. He was not a scout, after all.

    Langurd simply trudged onward until at long last his ears twitched at some nearby sound. With no other guide or purpose, curiosity overtook him, and Langurd headed toward the source of the sound. He made his way more slowly, but not very stealthily, for as soon as he approached, the sound vanished, to be replaced with a lingering silence. Yet Langurd moved on, and found himself within a small clearing.

    It was there that he observed the strangest thing. He looked down on a boar, or what he thought was such a creature. Really, it was so difficult to determine when the beast was without its head. The smell of the creature's blood filled the air and rose to Langurd's nostrils, and he breathed it in like the aroma of a freshly prepared meal.

    He approached the headless boar, and reached down to grasp hold of it when he felt something strike him. Turning abruptly, only to catch a small stone between his eyes, which caused his nose to become irritated and his eyes to water, the troll became increasingly annoyed.

    "Don't touch that you stupid oaf!" Zuukin called out to him. "They will think you killed it, you idiot!" The Goblin muttered somethng about the troll's not being terribly bright, and leapt from the trees, heading down from one branch to the next until he was upon the ground. "Leave it there."

    "But ... we can eat it," said Langurd, turning away from the little goblin, and looking back at the boar. Its juicy meat beckoned him, and he stepped toward it, only to pause and shrug with irritation as his goblin charge rushed toward him and climbed his leg, and settled upon his shoulders.

    "Get off me you little menace!" Langurd demanded, but Zuukin simply climbed up further, until, at last, he stood upon the troll's head.

    "No, no, no, you silly thing. I am not going anywhere." He stamped his feet and laughed wickedly. "Now, behave, and follow me."

    Langurd, unwilling to do anything of the kind, swung his hand to smash the goblin where it stood. It was a pity Zuukin was so nimble, too, because with the force of Langurd's swing, direct contact with the goblin would have surely broken bones. As it were, however, Langurd palm struck his own head, as Zuukin leapt back onto the troll's shoulders.

    "Now, will you behave?"

    To this, Langurd gave a raor, and shook himself violently. So, violently, and unexpectedly, in fact, th
     
  23. Darth_Joesha

    Darth_Joesha Jedi Master star 4

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    Apr 22, 2004
    ic; Aeronwen Haul

    Aeronwen fell from the wall she had fallen asleep on when she heard the knocking at the door. Ever since she was a child she'd had a knack for falling asleep in the strangest of places. Then she heard it again, a weak, but none the less prominant, rapping at her door. She quickly grabbed a knife, these past few nights had been odd, something in her peacefull woods was off and she wasn't taking any chances.

    I'm scared, Aeronwen. Please let me inside!" A small voice came through the door, it sounded female but many of the boy elves sounded feminine anyway, but none the less it was a child. She flipped the knife up and hid it behind her back. Unlocking the latch with one hand was more dificult than she had imagined but she'd almost finished when she realised she could aways just bring the other hand forward, shaking her head she swung open the heavy oak door.
    "Child! What are you doing out at these times, the woods arn't safe for a little girl at night!" She said ushering the girl into her small house. She would sit the girl down and find out who her parents were, letting a child out at night..... if her parents were not around she would wake the twins and make them keep the girl busy while she got an elder to take the girl. She was not in the mood for company right now.

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  24. Saber_Leader

    Saber_Leader Jedi Master star 4

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    Jan 28, 2003
    IC as Gorroc Tretuum
    Darkling Realm - Urgan - (Dark Realm)

    Gorroc watched as the black messenger disappeared. This seemed promising. While a little uneasy about the means of presentation, the offer would be a good chance to make the Orc nation strong again. Gorroc grabbed the pouch as one of the other Orcs with him spoke.

    "Give pouch. WE TAKE to Crunch." One of them, muttered to Gorroc, his war axe in his hands.
    "No, you won't," Gorroc snarled back at him. "Crunch gave this mission to me, not you. I will deliver the pouch to him. If you want to make a big deal about this, Death could always use two more souls, though I don't know what yours are good for."

    As he spoke, Gorroc let his free hand fall to the hilt of his sword. These Orcs should back down, but they might be dumb enough to start a fight. If they, Gorroc would be ready for them.

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  25. NaboosPrincess

    NaboosPrincess Manager Emeritus star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    May 14, 2001
    Karlen?ae Covenly
    Palace of Queen Gossamer, Alfheim

    As Karlen'ae mingled with the multitude of guests visiting the palace, she couldn't help but think of Anth'lan. A part of her wondered why he was here. He didn't seem like a very social person, and she worried about him at the party. But she was resolved to do her best to help him meet some interesting people. "You have to meet this fellow," she chattered to her friend Meliss'an. "He's a knight of sorts, and friend to the Queen. Find me later; I'd like to introduce you two. And bring some of those elves you're always hanging out with, goodness knows they're talkative enough."

    She remembered that the Queen had extended a very kind offer to ride with her that night if Karlen'ae wished, so the young fairy hurried to the palace steps to meet the royal lady, delicately rearranging her hair and gown on the way.

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