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Post by Tatiyana on Sept 28, 2005 13:48:25 GMT -8
On a damp and wind blown fall morning a young dark elven woman stops in the street outside of a well kept tavern. She brushes the wet strands of hair from her face and gazes at the door...a slight smile playing across her mouth.
She wonders if the folk she'd once known still frequent this place.
Much time has passed since those far off days...many things have occurred since then and now.
She wonders if they remember her...as she's remembered them in all of her prayers since then.
Her brow furrowed with worry she turns and steps towards the door.
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Post by Fashka Trelao on Sept 28, 2005 15:17:32 GMT -8
*Fashka gives a toothy grin to a long time friend*
Vendui abil... seems two ghosts have returned to the lands of aden!
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Post by Rinalya on Sept 28, 2005 16:48:06 GMT -8
Rinalya sighed, running a hand through her hair, and muttered something, swilling her dreviant wine before downing the rest of it. A hard week, mostly alone. She sighed, adjusting her demon gloves before turning around, hearing someone coming in, and she looked up, violet eyes weary.
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Post by Fashka Trelao on Sept 28, 2005 23:33:59 GMT -8
Fashka sat on a mat and began to dig her shillien dagger into her arm. The blood quickly began to flow from her like a hole in a dam. Her life drained from her and the world began to haze and swirl. Fashka knew she saw shadows not a shadow come from the north. She gathered one of the shadows was no doubt her long lost friend Tatiyana, but the other was a question that must be answered. Her life continued to drain from her and the world lost its color. The haze turned to a dank gray and the swirl intensified into a vertigo.
A flicker of a shadow from a dancing light begn to morph along the wall. The dancing shadow grew larger, larger and darker. The dancing shadow grew to the size of a man. Faceless and cloaked in the night's abyss the shadow moved in and swiftly struck at Fashka going for a decapitating swing at her throat.
Fashka awoke from her trance soaked in her own blood and nearly too weak to close her wound. She felt a sharp pain in her neck. The Elder whispered out her incantation and life slowly began to return. She lifted her relatively numb body from the pool of blood and rubbed her neck. "Ow," Fashka yelped as she rubbed the pain on her throat. Her skin there was moist and warm. "Odd," she thought to herself as she ran her fingers across a cut on her neck. "I did not cut myself there..."
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Drevan
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Post by Drevan on Oct 2, 2005 21:47:03 GMT -8
<Drevan burts through the door to the little tavern he often spent the evenings in, reveling in his clan mates stories of the travels of their day>
I'm back!! it was a nice little relaxing trip to the coast, and I sure could use a good Ale... Hope everyone has been well this weekend while I was away.
<Drevan glances around the dimly lit room and sees Fashka sitting at her usual Table> Ahh Fash I knew I would find you here, I need to talk to you about a little trip I want to take to the Giants Cave...
<Drevan continues to glance around the bar until his gaze falls upon a weary looking Dark Elf Female traveler. She was wet from the misty weather and her hair was in her face. She turned suddenly at the sound of Drevan yelling and Drevan instantly recognized Tat's face>
And Hello stranger... It's good to see your face again <Drevan grins ear-to-ear>
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