<font color=pink>"Heres an idea: why don't you stop acting like children and get to work? Usstan xuat zhaun ele usstan skrel phor xuil nesstren," she muttered to herself and Zachana snickered.

She turned to face Dameon with a shrewd smile on her face, "Would you like to warm up your swords with mine, O blademaster?" she barred her glowing swords and took her fighting stance.</font>

ooc- I'll let you do a spar this time Travis, since i did our last [img]smile.gif[/img]

And sir g, if u wanna join, wait till we're done with the drow battle

Skye watched from a corner table in the tavern, having come downstairs only a short while ago. Munching on some edibles that somewhat resembled breakfast, she shook her head and grinned slightly around her food. "And Lyulfe thought I was bad, tch," she said to herself wryly. Stretching with a big yawn, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Turning quickly, Skye saw nothing. "Hmm," she frowned slightly. "Could it be..?" She stood up and strode over to the others. "I do believe we have visitors, although whether their purpose is to talk, stalk, or play, I do not know," she commented with a grin. "Just thought you would want to know." She yawned again. "Not much of a morning person... Don't they know it's rude to disturb someone early in the day? It could give a person indigestion!" Skye joked, while warming and stretching her muscles.

Cal grinned at his cousin, "Oh but cousin dearest, didn't you know? In your eyes, and our peoples, I am a child... besides, your ruining our fun" he grinned impishly. "So, when will you get me a sword? I can't fight without a weapon, I'm not some kind of monk..."

"I brag simply because I know that I am the best. I have gained my arrogence through years of doing whatever I feel without being caught."

Shadow arranges his poisened throwing daggers and short swords. He also places the bottles of poisen back into one of his many pockets placed through-out his cloak and pants.

Calaethis sneered at the boastful Shadow "That is, until someone better then you, puts a sword though your gut." He glanced at his cousin "I appologise, that was uncalled for, but I don't like prideful fools that are full of themselves. They tend to get themselves, and others killed. And just remember that drow arn't like the fools you kill on the surface. Their elven, and trained from an early age to kill. I suggest you watch yourself."

<font color=pink>Alliene arched her eye at Calaethis and crossed her arms,

"You know, I've been killing drow and elven alike for over 200 years, and I'm as arrogant as any, my ways of showing it are just more suttle," she smirked, "You'll understand when youre my age, Calaethis. When you never lose a battle, it gets to your head," she shrugged and twirled her swords in her hands with practiced grace.</font>

Cal grinned "I was refering to Shadow dear cousin, I mean, if you *had* you'd be dead wouldn't you?" He laughed again "Now, when will you get me a sword? I can't join in this battle if you don't arm me, and I *refuse* to cower in fear and hide under my bed." He smiled slightly. "So, shall we ambush these Wael? Or shall we face them head on?"

***OOC, I'd talk to you Skye, I mean, I've been talking to shadow, its just that you didnt seem to follow us outa the tavern and didnt directly talk to anyone. If someone directly addresses my char, I respond. Sometimes I address someone else's char. But, since you didnt *seem* to follow us, I couldnt talk to you..

OOC-Kris, i think it's too late to join. Search for captive chapter one to discover the rules.

OOC:character name:Khalraan Race:Elven Class:Thief Background:Age, 26, street pickpocket, begging for food in the tavern, weapons, small iron dagger, with a plain wooden hilt, stolen. Clothes, a thin leather tunic, a deep black, patched cloak, slightly too large. 4'7" blond, elbow length hair, white skin, 'innocent looking' bright blue eyes.

IC:Khalraan had watched the odd looking group outside the tavern as morning broke, listening intently to their conversation. He had then followed them discretely to the clearing which they had entered, nearly bumping into a tree, his thoughts lost in how best to steal the dazzling items they held.
Now, as the sun rose into the clouded sky, the boy, glancing down from the tree in which he was sitting saw the elven adolescent, but a few years older than himself, and the 'blue lady' holding steady her 'magic' swords, the ones which he intended to steal.

[ 11-24-2002, 01:06 PM: Message edited by: Lord High Eater of Legs ]