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Current @cleverbird Don't forget to blink either
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What doth life?
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I don't know where I am going, but I am bound to be late.
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And then the ever-so-sudden-to-appear dwarf intruded upon her daydream, and did nothing less than casually bid her follow with a wink and a nod. Oh my! He saw me! That rude, spying creature! Shocked, she watched him leave, relaxed, trudging down the hill as if going to a mine for a nice session of digging. As he walked, she imagined a long line of dwarfs behind him, all alike and singing 'something something gold gold' about fires and hearts of the mountain made of queer gems and metals beyond her ken, their beards tucked in their ornate belts and fastened with silver buckles, enormous picks hanging from their shoulders and scraping the rune carved walls as they walk, sending showers of sparks into the darkness of the echoing caverns.

No girl back home would follow a strange lad, let alone a dwarf with that nasty-looking weapon grinning at her. But she was past that now, for sure, with all the questing and battling with ghoulish foes that was to come and that she would face with newly discovered determination and courage. Besides, he helped and is your comrade now; you have to be friendly, or you'll be a laggard all the time. And you said you'd follow him, anyway; at least he's down with it, you won't have to hide and lurk. Hopefully I said nothing aloud again. Have I? I haven't. Move it! He's far away already.

She walked down slowly and then hurried to catch up, but cautious enough not to slip on the wet, mushy ground. There was scarcely anyone outside, she noticed, growing grim around her mouth. The whole town seemed a bit poor, the houses somehow walked all over, though it could have been the general attitude people harboured everywhere that made her think so. "It could always be better..." ; "We manage..." Those were the usual replies people gave when asked how they fared. I must have picked up this habit of seeing poverty and trouble. I did hear it one too many times.

"I don't talk to myself normally, nor move around imagining things. Certainly not! That'd mean I'm mad. I'm perfectly sane and proud to say so, so don't you have any worries regarding it. I get excited from time to time and that is all," she said once she'd come near enough. They were already at the inn she'd stayed in before going to the meeting and the womby coziness within was rather inviting once again. A languor crept upon her limbs and wet eyelids. Gelid dark was slowly growing in the east as if to usher them indoors and lull them to sleep with her long invisible arms with the rain for a lullaby. But they had preparations to do and no time to waste. @POOHEAD189
@ONLThe man of stone is back in the game, I see.
Then we'll wait for @Vas Khaleen and others who want to take their turn before moving.
I did make that damned post. The lack of quality and length you can chalk up to my situation described above, right there ^. I should be back on track soon.
”You are right, all of you are. It does seem out of place. Rightfully so, too, I assure you...” He looked around the oasis standing on the steam covered shingle, letting the rich lushness sink in. It did feel strange to Ofnir too, that place; but the strangeness he felt was different than that of his companions, even if he himself couldn't quite point out why at first. It was of course a sort of nostalgia -- the sort that arises from the memory of a place long forgotten, a place forgotten so long that one is not sure one even visited it anymore.

He leaned down to Ellaryn and whispered to her in private: ”As far as our new friend is concerned, this nasty thing didn't glow,” he touched his sword hilt. ”She's no orc nor ghoul, that is sure. And this place seems not to react towards her either, in any bad way at least. I doubt it would tolerate malicious presence, it being the garden of Oromë after all.” With a poke on her head with the staff, he rose and rubbed his chin. ”A lot of berries here, edible and sweet, for sure. Perhaps dessert would reassure you even further?” he asked the hobbit.

It was only then that he noticed his staff. Its end gave off a subtle glow, like a lamp does through the morning mist. ”Strange. Working on its own. Hm...” He tried to inventory the vegetation around them, but failed. The trees seemed unlike any he'd seen in the region, yet familiar; the grass was green but of a different green, a fuller green; water was calmer than any summer night, but alive at the same time; the flowers were of hues he couldn't name; bushes and tree tops were behung with fruit juicy and ripe. However, there were no animals in sight. Not even a critter.

The air was the strangest. He could smell it, feel its translucence, hear it sing through the leaves and whisper through the grass blades. Somehow it made him wish to stay forever, calling him to explore it farther. That thought he shook off quickly, ascribing it to the soothing nature of that earthly paradise. Yes, I can surely hear it whisper, or is it...
”Aelin? Are you playing a tune, or are my old ears playing games with me? Do you hear it?”
Well meme'd.
@SigurdDon't sweat it! Real Life ALWAYS comes first, even before a RP as badass as this one ;) Good luck though!


Takk!

And I should mention that my post quality will also be lower during this week.
The clothed harpoon now leaned on one of Albert's knees, at ready, just in case. He sat slowly sipping on his coffee and preparing to take a shot of that whiskey that tempted him so. Bar fights were nothing strange to him. In fact, this was not even comparable -- save for the number of languages spoken at once -- to bar fights, real bar fights, a man might chance upon in godforsaken, uncharted islands of the Pacific or the Caribbean, fought between men just as forsaken and uncharted in St. Peter's book. Hell, even Iceland or Ireland, he thought. At least for now. Perhaps there'll be viscera on the boards ere I finish my damned drink.

Downing the first shot of whiskey and cleaning his lips with his sleeve, he said to the woman, although it might been to no one in particular: ”Saw a man cut a Pagan's throat just a while 'fore I came here. Over cards and a bottle of mescal. Looked just like the one playing monte here. Come sun-up, the murderer dead in horseback, no one knew how and when. And scalped, fucking tonsured to the brain. Among other things...” He made a pause to finish his second whiskey, then went on with a grimace. ”The ones who did it left a warning along the road for us, too. Scalped some poor bonepickers and left them rotting naked in their carreta, feathers stuck in their god damned eyeballs. A child among them. Now, imagine what they'd to do a woman.”

Vengeance was an old devil, Albert knew, a vice in all men, both heathen and baptized, aimed at both man and beast. He suffered from it too of course. He remembered some of the storm nights on the sea during which the howls of maimed wretched crewmen stroke harder than any thunder. They cried in the bowels of the ship, swearing revenge, predicting the demise of their beast-foe like some serenos or augers, guessing the future according to the lost limbs taken by the whale. Many argued they were more frightening than the largest leviathan that they so hated who, although a greatest beast to ever live, knew no thirst for intimate reprisal that, just like the whale oil fueled the lamp, fueled the hearts of many men and directed their thereon lamed spear.

”Our friend here has a point,” he nodded towards the man with the scarred face. ”Never substitute a good discussion with slaughter. Especially with the sheriff come to the town.” He raised his empty glass to the sheriff and tipped the hat with a smile. ”Sheriff.”
@ONLAs I said in the RP I am running: I am moving right now and am in the middle of a pre-school-year crisis as my classes are about to begin. Sorry for the tardiness, I should be back on track soon. I will keep posting, though! One RP a day!
@FallenTrinityI was hoping that we wouldn't have to arrange such an order, but I think we should also give Sigurd, Stekkmen and DepressedSoviet some time to post without lagging too far behind.


I am working on it right now.
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