<font color=darkgray>"A pleasure." She chuckled softly and looked down at her hands. "I find myself fascinated by my sorcerous powers as well at times..."</font>

<font color=white>Ji Xiang

What self-confidence she has... ~ She checked the look of amazement threatening to betray itself ~ But then, perhaps people behave differently in these parts of the world... ~ A thought struck her ~ Indeed, if she is a person...

"Indeed, I... " ~ She halted, torn between desire and shame ~ "... I confess, I am somewhat of a hypocrite."

Sighing, she looked downward ~ "I have no wish to know your secrets, but I would consider it an honour if I could join you in your travels." ~ Her breathing was becoming nervous ~ "If you are embarking on any, and wouldn't mind my company, that is."

Hypocrite indeed.. ~ She could hear her teacher snorting already, be he a million miles away.

Well, the die had been cast. She stood apprehensively, trying to decipher her new acquaintance's reaction.</font>

<font color=darkgray>Irinisayn bit her lower lip suddenly, considering the hurricane of thoughts swirling in her mind.

Now what have I gotten myself into? I've drawn far too much attention to myself. This will not do at all. Then... I suppose the situation is not so bad, but this one will not be undone. Hmph. Then she will have to come along. Not that it matters. I'm sure my blood will cry for her maiming soon enough. No berk lacks the ability to be insatiably annoying.

She cleared her throat.

"You may follow me, certainly, though my current destination is nothing epic, to be sure."</font>

<font color=white>Ji Xiang

Her shoulders sagged as she heard the reply, and a faint smile tugged at her lips ~ "Thank you." ~ She paused a moment, contemplating her next words, then continued ~ "My path now is that of a wanderer; I have nowhere to go, and my gold - you saw how quickly I've lost some of it for that little joker - will diminish rapidly enough." ~ It was a matter-of-fact tone ~ "Better for me to be employed with some goal in sight, than to continue my current state of mindless squandering."</font>

OOC>>>I have discovered my character's weaknesses that will be true limits to his powers in this RP. If you wish to know them, ask...or continue reading my future posts and see if you can find them.
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A female halfling came into the tavern and went straight to a table, eagerly looking for service from the waitress. A meal was ordered. Halflings are known for thier appetites, and this little halfling was not about to let that legend be proven untruthful. She ate and ate, enjoying every bite as though it were her last.

When she was satisfied...as it is said that halflings never get "full"...she stood up from her table and excused herself to the ladies' room.

A few minutes later, a slender young elf maiden came from the same room, wiping her hands on her trousers. Anyone that knows elves would recognize her as a silver or moon elf...noble of birth, yet not arrogant and prideful like their golden or sun elf cousins. A moon elf was the most favored of any of their race for their tolerance for all other races and subraces. It was most common to find one of them in a city such as this, and Markul knew this. It was his best defence to blend in with the crowd when caution was required.

The slender elf walked to the door and left the tavern. </font>

OOC>>>If I posted too much at once,,,let me know to edit.

(ooc: I for one don't see why he has to steal so much. Since he apparently has the ability to shift into any sort of body he could very easily begin a highly lucrative career as a fantastic looking whore. [img]tongue.gif[/img] Of course then he'd just eat his customers...)

<font color=darkgray>"Indeed. Should we see this quest to the end there should be ample reward to pay for necessities, at least. It is surely a long walk to our destination, however, and I had planned on staying in Athkatla for at least the remainder of today." Her gaze shifted momentarily to the windows of the building, the long shadows of the late afternoon beginning to stretch along the streets. She then again faced her new companion.

"But what say you? I have no objections to traveling at night. If nothing else we would save the money spent on board here."</font>

OOC>>> LOL @ Spree’s OOC :D Looks like Larry will have to do the shapechanging act while we head off for a REAL adventure [img]tongue.gif[/img]


<font color=white>”Oh, I am in no hurry.” ~ Triumph rang sweetly in her voice, and she actually beamed into the hood ~ “Is there any equipment that we shall for the journey, that we are still lacking?” ~ There was a touch of anxiety in her tone ~ “I… we could go out and purchase it.”

There was a murmur about the room, that gnawed at her. She tilted her head slightly, to see the rapid exit of the new arrival. Every one else in the room seemed to be casting dark looks about, hissing something about “coincidence”.</font>

[ 01-11-2004, 09:29 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]

(ooc: I don't think I can post again tonight, I've got a thing I've gotta finish for History. Maybe I can squeeze in one more.)

<font color=darkgray>The tiefling frowned softly and her eyes darted to the door. "Hmm... I have come to lack some basic provisions... Yes, let us go wander the streets until sundown. We can stock up on a few things, then return here and plot our course for tomorrow morning. Sound like a plan?" she said, eyes returning steadily upon the face of her partner.</font>

<font color=white>"Let us be on our way, then." ~ She tried to smile naturally, but the attempt went awry as she felt the intense gaze of her yet-unseen companion burning her cheeks. With a slight cough, she stepped aside, allowing Sayn to walk ahead and followed closely behind, determined not to lose sight of this enigma.</font>

<font color=white>Joey Quickstep</font>

<font color=darkseagreen>Perfection, that’s what it was, perfection pure and simple. Nothing like a deliberately botched job to set up the real thing, nosiree. Blow the small score to get the big one, that’s the way to do it. Hardest part of the job was botching the small score, things like that are tough when a guy takes his work and his art serious-like, and especially when he got the guy’s coin purse in his hand and the mark ain’t nothing the wiser for it. Still, he did it though, just like they planned it, made just enough motion to get noticed just like they planned it because that’s what the pros do, they act according to the plan. The yelling was the best part, well that and the commotion and the running to get away and the well-timed bumping right where the real target was so his partner could make the score, those were all the best part. Well, all that and the fact the he still had the mark’s coin purse in his hand. That wasn’t necessarily in the plan, but hey, even pros gotta improvise sometimes.

Speaking of improvising …... he really should keep moving, the guards are slow but they don’t give up all that easy. But he ain’t never been one to pass up an inspiration when it hits him. Hell, ain’t that just what any real artist would do? It sure is and that’s why he’s made it a point to stop right here where that adventurer is coming outta the shop. Yep, he ain’t never been one to pass up an inspiration specially when it’s looking to be worth as much coin as that trinket hanging on his belt looks to be worth. A suitably frantic expression and a few panted words with just the right hint of urgency – easy stuff to pull off when you just been running for life – things like that work just fine with those heroic types. Yep no problem at all, a quickly conjured tale of pursuing ruffians and an assuringly pompous pronouncement from the hero and the trinket is safely tucked away. Perfection, that’s what it is. Well, except that the guards have seen him again and they’re making a fuss and it’s time to run again. The hero steps in front of the guards and buys him some time, though, that’s the best part – that’s always the best part.

Home free, ain’t nobody gonna catch a pro like him. Well that would be the case if it weren’t for the two woman who just stepped out into the street in front of him. Down he goes with a crash and down they go. He should be able to get a couple more purses here, but hey, that ain’t no way to treat a dame. The sounds of the guards’ pursuit and the pompous voice of the hero are just around the corner as he bounces up to his feet. Time to improvise again. Now that’s the mark of a pro, being able to think stuff up on the fly. He presses the original mark’s purse into the hand of one of the women, the one what ain’t wearing a hood. “Cover for me, toots,” he smiles, “this is the best part.” Before the surprised women can respond, he turns the corner even as the approaching guards and the angry hero turn into the street. Just like the pros do it, yes sir.</font>

<font color=silver>ooc: The demands on my time will not allow full-time participation here, but I might be able to manage a recurring character over the next couple weeks. [img]graemlins/blueblink.gif[/img] </font>

[ 01-12-2004, 04:30 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]