<font size=5><font color=indianred><marquee>...it seems at times that the only thing driving you is your love of adventure...</marquee></font></font>

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To continue forever,
Without any pause,
A timeless endeavor,
Without any cause.</font>

<font size=5><font color=steelblue>The Herald Cries!</font></font>

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• Rumors of brutal human sacrifices south of Grella!
• Elves of Irony south-bound, seeking aid!
• Kobolds sighted near Seeker's Lake!
• River-Rest taken by unknown hairy creatures!
• Conspiricies in Talever!
• Incurable poisons in the trinity!
• Extra! Macadere - Mindless myth?

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It seems a few of you have run away. I believe only one of you left an excuse. Official knock-outs will be held at the initiation of chapter four and re-entry fee is a box of cinnamon pop-tarts.

...Murdock...<font color=silver>Fate. Bliss or sorrow?</font>

<font color=indianred>~She groaned at her responsibility.~ "Ooohh... Do I have to Murdock? Please, let me sleep in!" ~She huffed and slowly regained her feet. She inhaled deeply and looked you in the eye defiantly.~ "You just want me to suffer, now don't you?" ~She sighed and leaned against you.~ "Make a lady spin into oblivion and all you can do is remind her of her chores." ~She pouted and cried out.~ "And I was so nice and warm you terrible cruel man! Humph." ~She took a long stride to where her blade lay, crouching down and picking it up. She looked at you with a soft weary smile.~ "When the deed is done I will find you. Just stay at home to-night." ~She resheathed her dagger.~ "Pack up all the worldly possessions you need." ~She winked, stepping to the mouth of the alley.~ "Keep those arms open for me." ~She then slipped into the shadows and out of sight.~</font>

...Mistral...<font color=silver>Walking through the haunted catacombs of your past.</font>

<font color=teal>~Hart held up a curious hand.~ "Wait little fey'ri, your voice is so very uncertain! Do you not know what you are?" ~Oriana spoke softly.~ "Perhaps she does not understand our words dear Hart. I do not believe the tieflings are common in the view of men." ~Hart nodded and smiled to Silas.~ "Could you please explain then Silas, to our guest, what it is we label. You are ever so keen on such definitions!" ~Silas smiled broad as Hart laughed. Silas turned to you.~ "A tiefling is simply a humanoid with outside blood. In yours and Brier's case, a golden dragon. The tieflings are then divided into the elvish fey'ri and the orcish tanarukk." ~He looked at his boots.~ "Apologies if you already knew that, but you did seem a might confused." ~Brier smiled weakly.~</font>

...Arleth...<font color=silver>The ground you walk on wishes to trip you.</font>

<font color=steelblue>~Thyron was still snoring loudly when you woke up. You yawned, stretching, then realised that Savannah's bedroll was empty. You sat up and quizically scanned the area. You saw her, but eh... Apparently you'd awoken at a... Problematic time... Savannah's eyes locked with yours and she yelped, trying to cover herself up with her tunic. Well all right, she wasn't completely naked. I mean, below the belt she was perfectly covered but Savannah was a modest girl and well, gee... She whispered harshly so as not to awake Thyron to further the embarassment.~ "Don't just sit there and gawk! Turn around!" ~Her cheeks were turning beet read.~</font>

...Lerris...<font color=silver>An epic quest... Just for the heck of it!</font>

<font color=seagreen>~The busy waitress turned to you.~ "Well'n me lord, I'd recco-mend the pop-tarts but I doubt ye'd be lisnen ta me. Just be quick about yer orderin', I taint gots a hol lotta time ta be tarryin'. Gots ta make me money if ya knows what I be sayin."</font>

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<font color=skyblue>Murdock...on his way home

Murdock waved as Zahara disappeared around the corner. He wished that he could be a fly on the wall to see her entrance and escape from her terrible chore! He bet that she was the best assasin/thief in that fabled city of Macadere...How he wished that he had half her talent. She probably lived a much better life of adventure. All he got was some fun pickpocketing...which, although he was great at...left no challenge anymore. This woman's part in his life had awaken new adventures, led him on a most exciting quest and had witnessed wonderous things! She had made thievery into something more than he ever could have imagined! How he wished that he was from Macadere!

He sighed, picked up his bottle of snake venom, and trotted home.
Once he arrived, he began to do as instructed, although curiously. Why had she asked him to do this? Was he to leave the city, in case of danger? Maybe if something went wrong, she wanted to know that he would be prepared for an attack from the town's guards...or something...
He rummaged through whatever simple clothes and items that he had. He picked up some of the most valuable jewels and items...and quickly his the rest for his return someday. He made a few last minute clean-ups and then he was through. His bag was packed, his house was in order, and it had ony taken him an hour. One would think that he was used to living on the run...
Now, he sat and waited...watching out his window for any sign of anything. He had his short bow at his side, along with some poison darts. He wanted to help in case he saw that she was being followed or ambushed. </font>

...Murdock...

<font color=silver>~Zahara stepped out the front door of the mayor's home. There was no life within that house except the family dog, which she had no heart or time to murder as well. She quickly darted into the safety of the shadows, wishing for the ability to climb up walls. She picked up the pack she'd left lay previously in that precise alley. She peered inside, making sure everything was in order and whispering to herself.~ "Spare poison, check. Blades, check. Coin, check. Mind..." ~She paused with a wry smile.~ "Double check. All right, all I need to do is get Murdock and get out of here." ~She hissed as she heard the clop of a guard's boots on the pavement. Looks like I can't be conventional then. She climbed the lattice and vines growing on the side of the deceased mayor's home. She made it to the roof and watched quietly as the guard made his route. She slung the pack over her shoulder and began leaping rooftops.~

~You were snapped out of your trance as Zahara slipped through your window acrobatically. She exhaled with a light grin.~ "Hello Murdock!" ~She panted.~ "Ready to leave I see? Good." ~She unclipped her own pack and it fell to your floor with a thud. She sat down next to you, trying to catch her breath.~ "Harsh harsh harsh!" ~She inhaled sharply.~ "Who would think jumping rooftops to be so hard?" ~She chuckled and swallowed, regaining her wind.~ "Well..." ~She paused.~ "Do we leave now or at the crack of dawn tommorow? Either one poses difficulties." ~She shrugged.~ "Your call mate."</font>

<font color=skyblue>Murdock...in his home

"My call!
You're the expert here! I am only a foolish pickpocket!
Er...Well...I say we go now...while there's a chance to get out before the news has circulated. To me, it would be most dangerous to wait...as I suppose they would close off the gates as soon as they could. Besides, we have a better chance of getting out in the dark, unseen, as we do not want to be seen leaving. That would make us suspects, I suppose.
But damn! This is fun!"</font>

...Murdock...

<font color=silver>~She chuckled.~ "Yes of course. The potential aspect of being thrown into jail and killed is always exhilerating." ~She scooped up her pack.~ "Out the Western gates then. We'd better hurry." ~The two of you leave the city without any further trouble.~

Outside Talever's Walls

~Zahara held up her hand, signaling for you to stop running.~ "We're halfway to the Trails Inn by now." ~She exhaled, she didn't seem winded at all. She dropped her pack and motioned for you to do the same.~ "We're going to have to stop here until morning. The path's too thin this close to Eerie." ~She sat down on the dry ground and looked up at you.~ "Well then Mister Murdock." ~She paused.~ "It's time for your third wish. What'll it be?"</font>

OOC>>> Well, I will be away to Australia and New Zealand (with no hope of logging onto IW, I might add, given the tight work schedule) from 16 Feb to 28 Feb. Does this mean I should back out gracefully now?? [img]graemlins/1ponder.gif[/img]

<font color=skyblue>Murdock...on the road...somewhere neither here nor there...

"I...I am rather embarrassed to say, actually.

I suppose it depends on what you are planning to do with me by your side. Where are we going, why, and that sorta thing...I cetainly would not want to waste a wish o something that you were going to give me freely, anyway!"</font>

<font color=silver>Murdock watched her face for any signs of anger. He certainly did not want to screw up any chances he had to get what he desired and lose his granted wish...but he also knew enough to inquire as to his future along this path that he had now been placed on. If what he wanted was already in the scheme of being given to him without him asking for it...he wanted to save that last wish for something else! He could not read her thoughts visually. Of course not. She is a trained professional! What was he thinking!</font>

(ooc: ;) Nah, don't worry about it Mistral. Other people are on vacations too, at least you gave notice.)

...Murdock...

<font color=silver>~She raised an eyebrow.~ "Well I know what you want Murdock." ~She sighed and looked you in the eye. She stood up.~ "You want a trip to Macadere. I've known that since day one. Well, rather day twenty-six. I didn't have a chance to talk to you before that. Regardless, if that's what you want you'd best spit it out." ~She eyed the bracer on her left wrist.~</font>

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OOC>>>I can not edit that, this much is true...
but I could turn it off, if I wanted to!... ;)


<font color=skyblue>MurdockCamp-grounds

<font color=silver>Looking down at the ground...he felt almost like just giving up. She would never grant his last wish. Why would she? He would be a hinderance, only. Looking up with doubting eyes, he decided to go ahead and spell it out.</font>

"I...wanna be your apprentice. I want to be in your service, mi'lady...and learn a better life than that of a mere pick-pocket...for anyone can do that. I want more!"
<font color=silver>
Flinching and looking down again, then turning to face a tree by his side, Murdock began to figet with the bark, picking at it slowly.

Then, almost as an after-thought...he tried to gain a little of his old composure back, which may have been stupid, but sounded good at the time...</font>"Or, at least have a wild night of hot, crazy, passionate love under the stars...So...er...it's your turn to choose!"</font>

<font color=lime>Mistral

She softens at the the sight of Brier's weak smile, and attempts one herself, suddenly feeling rather foolish ~ "I beg forgiveness for my ignorance, my friends." ~ The last word vaguely jarring to her own ears ~ "I have not had much contact with the elvenfolk, and I can see that this has been a misfortune." ~ Bows her head respectfully ~ "If it had not been for Brier's suggestion, I would never have ventured into your sacred woods..."

Hesitating a little, she takes a deep breath before lifting her head once again, her brown eyes glittering ~ "May I be so bold as to ask if you expect any task of me?" ~ The silent growl within signalling trouble laying ahead.</font>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Killing Spree:

...Lerris...<font color=silver>An epic quest... Just for the heck of it!</font>

<font color=seagreen>~The busy waitress turned to you.~ "Well'n me lord, I'd recco-mend the pop-tarts but I doubt ye'd be lisnen ta me. Just be quick about yer orderin', I taint gots a hol lotta time ta be tarryin'. Gots ta make me money if ya knows what I be sayin."</font>

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*Smiling warmly at the waitress* ~I'll take the Pop Tarts, always go with the recomendation. And a large mug of herbal tea, please.~ *pulls out a silver piece and slides it over to server* ~and any information about what's troubling the area~

Daelinda-----Erikay

After purchasing there supplie from the smithy and merchant's Daelinda suggest's heading to the inn for a goodbye toast with there comrades

Garaeth- getting ready to leave Croshent.

Garaeth was up at the crack of dawn, and all set to leave, and he now only had to find out whether Eben would be accompanying him or not, he was quite sure of Eben being up by now, but wasn't sure if he wanted to kmake that slightly more noticable exit.

(ooc: :D I'm excited! Word on the streets is theat they're going to ice over and school's gonna get cancelled! Judging how I was freezing my ass off this morning I'd wager they're right! And Cherokee's a big county!)

...Murdock...
(ooc: :D OK, it's official, Murdock is worse than Maverick. Never thought that was physically possible, but you did it. I salute you Larry! ;) )

<font color=indianred>~Her eyes widened at your last remark. A comical grin spread across her face.~ "Well now, that was subtle!" ~Her eyes averted bashfully, in the full moon's light you could see a bit of color come to her cheeks. She supported her chin with a hand and an index was precariously rubbing her upper lip.~ "If anything you'd be good comic relief." ~She looked up to the stars, lips pursed. Her eyes narrowed, she was in deep thought.~ "Mmmmmm..." ~The suspense was really starting to wear on you. She bit her lower lip and squinted up at the sky. She quickly turned back to you, pointing an accusing finger.~ "Now you have proved trustworthy." ~She battled with herself.~ "If not a bit greedy." ~She shrugged, walking a circle around you.~ "You saved me from death, and worse yet imprisonment." ~She winced.~ "But you've got that little stubborn streak and you might get in the way..." ~She halted in front of you, looking to the heavens again. She then cautiously turned to you for a final time. Her mind was made up.~ "All right Murdock, I've made my decision." ~She smirked, taking your hand in hers. Zahara looked you straight in the eye and shrugged.~ "You can tag along." ~She held up a finger and gave you a firm look.~ "There are two reasons why I choose this... Can you guess them?" ~She smiled softly.~</font>

...Mistral...

<font color=steelblue>~Oriana shook her head comfortingly, her amethyst eyes soft and kind.~ "A misfortune this has not been little fey'ri, however uncertain this encounter has been." ~Hart nodded and spoke up.~ "A task we would not ask of a guest." ~He tried to keep his voice steady, but his face was faintly grim and troubled.~ "And apart there is truly nothing you or I could do." ~Oriana had a look of elvish sorrow on her face. She forced a weak smile.~ "Please, be welcome friends though our hospitality is not at its best." ~Silas jumped as if out of a trance.~ "I'd be happy to help Lady Oriana! Er..." ~He returned his gaze to his boots. Hart smiled softly.~ "Yes Silas, I am confident you could show them to the appropriate glade. Fearing we could not rebuild ought for Brier." ~He nodded his head to the three of you.~ "Go then friends and if your minds need counsel, seek us." ~Silas then motioned for the two of you to follow him as the trinity stepped back to the square. Brier sighed.~ "Silas, you go on ahead. I think I'll go pay a visit to mother." ~Silas nodded with a concerned countenance.~ "A-all right. But you howl if you need me." ~Brier then walked off and you were left with Silas. The elf smiled weakly at you.~ "Sorry, guest. Eerie's been having a lot of trouble as of late and we can't really offer a whole lot of citations." ~He shrugged.~ "Hope we don't seem distant to you. I imagine things have only gotten more lonesome since you got here." ~He gestured for you to follow as he bagan walking.~ "Come on then, Mistral."</font>

...Daelinda...

<font color=seagreen>~Cadell raised her pint high.~ "To coin and kobolds!" ~There was a mighty roar accepting her toast. Cadell took a swig and grinned at you.~ "Barrels o' fun already Daelinda!"</font>

...Lerris...

<font color=teal>~The waitress came back momentarily with your order.~ "Careful 'en, th' pop-tarts be scary hot." ~She lay a plate and mug on your table, then started quickly off to refill the drinks of some dwarves in the corner, all toasting and jeering.~</font>

...Garaeth...

<font color=indianred>~When you made it to the proper barrack, Eben was wide awake. He had apparently just finished eating and was sifting through some old books he'd borrowed. He looked up as you opened the door.~ "Hello there Garaeth! What brings you here so early?"</font>

OOC>>>Worse than Maverick??? I wasn't even trying!!!

IC>>><Font color=skyblue>Murdock

"Well, I suppose the first one would be that you realize that I can come in handy when needing a second set of hands, and that I can carry out orders to perfection. That certainly makes for a good tag-along.

The other reason is that you would rather grant me the wish of being your accomplice than your sexual partner."

So, two outta two right? Did I win the bunny?</font>

<font color=lime>Mistral, Eerie

Her eyes flit back from following Brier's path, towards Silas. Sensing an equally powerful air exuding from his presence ~ He is as charismatic, if not more, than myself... ~ And feels a brief stab at the heart ~ Please, Ciretose protect me from his man. ~ Yet already her breathing has turned shallow as she drowns in the beauty of his eyes, his face, his... everything.

With an involuntary soft moan, she shakes her head, seeking to purge the magnetism from her head ~ That dream... yet it was a human, was it not? ~ Cringing inwardly ~ Have I been left too long alone, except with an old man, that I go man-crazy each time I spy a male?! ~ Contemptuously rebuking herself silently.

Glancing up, she nods hurriedly and follows his head.</font>

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ooc: Well all right, not QUITE as bad as a younger and wilder Maverick. Certainly worse than the more mature version. The younger Maverick though, ya-hike watch out. ;) If you REALLY wanna see your competition I should type up "Kids These Days". That was the epitome.

...Murdock...

<font color=silver>~She crooned.~ "Awwwwww..." ~Letting one hand stroke your cheek.~ "Poor 'ickle Murdock. He dosen't have any self-esteem left does he?" ~She cocked her head to the side and looked into your eyes.~ "Hey now, if it makes you feel any better you were half wrong." ~She nodded to dispell any suspisions.~ "I did not pick you up because you're a good tag along." ~She chuckled, tipping your chin up with a finger.~ "In fact Mister Murdock..." ~She paused, a smug look on her face.~ "I might just like you." ~She nodded.~ "I got little butterflies in my tummy just now."</font>

<font color=skyblue>Murdock

Murdock swallowed hard. How did she do that? One minute she appeared helpless and normal...the next, she was a viscious tiger! She had a way of turning the tide between victim and assailant that was incredible. Talent...this girl had!

"Well...if you want...I could kiss those butterflies away! Just point to where I should begin."

Was he pushing his luck trying to drive this situation? Did she enjoy being the dominant figure so much that his advances would prove to his ruin? And why did he talk to himself so much lately?</font>

...Mistral...
(ooc: ;) Who-hoa Mistral. You've got good taste there. Silas is a cute one.)

<font color=indianred>~In your ponderings you were found unwary and you trip over a root. Silas hissed and nimbly stepped backward to grab you before you fell on your face. He suceeded, however awkwardly. Now you had a perfect view of that face. The tousled chestnut hair, the charismatic features, the green eyes tainted with the softest slits of gray. He grinned awkwardly and set you back up on your feet.~ "Careful there ttekca!" ~That last word. You had no clue what that last word meant, but you certainly didn't mind it! (Ttekca was actually an exotic indigo flower that grew in the Eerie.) Silas then continued the march. His cheeks had the softest hint of crimson.~ "Ereh... Right then, back to it, shall we?"</font>

...Murdock...

<font color=teal>~Her green eyes were sparkling and shimmering. She tried to look defiant and keep a serious tone.~ "Zahara Rae'Lani is not easily tamed." ~One eye averted to your face and she cracked. She tried to stifle her laughter, but she could not hold back at least a small chuckle.~ "Besides, I am not sure I want to get rid of these butterflies! Such a wonderfully funny feeling! They tickle so!" ~She took a deep breath.~ "You'd be very hard pressed to beat these butterflies! They've got huge wings!"</font>

<font color=skyblue>Murdock don't ask

---CENSORED---CENSORED---CENSORED---CENSORED---CENSORED---CENSORED</font>
<marquee> :D </marquee>


OOC>>>Actually, I do not know what I should post next! ~blushes~

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<font color=skyblue>Murdock

"Oh! Like to laugh, do you? Think that your cute little butterflies are funny? I'll show you!"

Murdock pounced on Zahara, as she had sufficiently let her guard down, and began to tickle her with all his might!

"Yeah! Let's see ya laugh now, little girly!"

They rolled around on the ground, Zahara desperately trying to catch her breath amidst Murdock's tickling attacks. She could easily just kill him, but she had not had so much fun in a long time! Soon, she was tickling back, and much to her amusement, found him to be extremely ticklish! Thus, the battle was on.</font>

OOC>>> Oh, boy! Now I'm getting excited... drools... :D

IC>>>
<font color=lime>Mistral

The warmth of his breath against her flushed cheeks lingers even as he awkwardly repositions himself in a more dignified stance. Finding her spirits soaring against her utmost will, she blushes further and lowers her lashes instinctively ~ What have I gone into, this time?!

Feeling terribly vulnerable, she begins to stammer ~ "Uh... s..sure." ~ Trembling hands regaining a firm hold on the quarterstaff, she makes a concentrated effort to watch where she's going.</font>

OOC: Can we have an update on where every1 is spree?? [img]smile.gif[/img] I seem to not b able to get to the 2nd page of topics.... or could some1 else bump that topic?? [img]smile.gif[/img] thx

ooc: YAY!!! School got cancelled! ;) I'll try and have that update for you Glorfindel. Right now I know you're on the shores of Lake Eharra.

...Murdock...
(ooc: :D Bwahaha! This is almost as good as Maverick getting his hair pulled!)

<font color=indianred>~She howled in laughter~ "No fair! Noooo faiiir!" ~She tried in vain to squirm from your hold.~ "Stop! Stop! Uuunnncclllleee!!" ~She finally found a hole in your attacks and lunged for your ribs. Like a million little spider legs! Her nimble fingers proved more than a match for you. Once again, she was the top dog here. Now you were the one roaring in laughter. But now you'd found her weak spot. That little spot below the ribs and above the hips, resistance is futile!~

...Mistral...
(ooc: ;) Awwww yeah... Hey wait, are you gonna pull him into a closet too? :D Larry's kind of pre-occupied with the tickling match of the century, so you might have to settle.)

<font color=silver>~Silas' lips were pursed tightly as he walked along. You could see the faint patch of crimson grow a bit as you trecked through the warm forest. He started to hum absent-mindedly as the two of you walked along.~ "Hmm hmm hmmm..." ~His soft voice on the air sent you straight to cloud nine. Suddenly his melody stopped and his gaze snapped to you.~ "So eh... Where're you from, um Miss?"</font>

OOC>>> Well... better that than nothing [img]tongue.gif[/img] :D

IC>>>
<font color=lime>Mistral, <font color=white>Tumbling from Cloud</font> Nine ;)

Her heart skips a beat as she reopens her partially eyes, wondering what had stopped that... what was the word for it... soul-binding tune. Languour still dwelling in those chestnut brown eyes, she stares at him wordlessly for a moment, the rhythm of her heartbeat becoming crazed once more.

Half a century later, her soft lips finally part and the rosy tint of her cheeks deepens not a little as she replies, almost in a whisper ~ "I... I don't know." ~ And it seems the spell is quite broken, the shame washing over her at this blatant ignorance ~ "I only remember being unloved by a family I stayed with..." ~ Almost regretting her next words ~ "... I only recently found out that was not my true family."

Fidgeting a little, she continues, anxiously examining his response ~ "I have no memories of where I stayed, where I was born... I only know that Easthaven is where I have been residing for some years now. But it is not what I call... home." ~ Cringing at the last word.</font>

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<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Killing Spree:


...Lerris...

<font color=teal>~The waitress came back momentarily with your order.~ "Careful 'en, th' pop-tarts be scary hot." ~She lay a plate and mug on your table, then started quickly off to refill the drinks of some dwarves in the corner, all toasting and jeering.~</font>
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*sitting back to relax I lean closer to listen to what the dwarves are talking about* *hoping to get an idea of what is going on in the outlying area*

<font color=skyblue>Murdock

Not being able to catch his breath, Murdock could do nothing much than roll up into a ball to try and protect himself. Yet, she was tearing at his defences and there seemed to be no way to avoid those menacing fingers of death.
Suddenly, he had a plan. It had to work, or he was going to be the first man to die, from too much laughing.
Leaping up from his ball form and grabbing Zahara by the shoulders, he quickly placed his right foot behind her feet, tipped her over and followed her down, finding her lips with his, and praying that this was not the last kiss he'd ever enjoy in this life.</font>

...Mistral...
(ooc: ;) Silas is very sweet. :D Much sweeter than Larry anyway. [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] Gotta love those green-eyed elves.)

<font color=indianred>~Silas' turns his gaze look at the ground regrettfully.~ "Oh..." ~After a moment he shrugged and and the sage eyes turn back to you.~ "I can't imagine life without the Eerie. Or rather a place to call home..." ~He hesitated a moment, biting his lower lip. He then shot you a soft smile.~ "You're stronger than I am."</font>

...Lerris...

<font color=teal>~The group is apparently toasting to a pair of female dwarves. That pair was in the center, drinking and jeering merrily. Apparently they were going on some kind of expedition.~</font>

...Murdock...
(ooc: ;) I dunno here Larry, tickle wars can be an exhausting thing!)

<font color=steelblue>~You'd apparently won the battle as she wasn't gnawing your tongue off or kicking you in dark and painful places. The question remained, did you win the war or would you be a casualty in it? You started to guess the former as she looped her arms around your neck, but then the latter as she held your jaw in one hand. She smirked, her green eyes aglow.~ "You know what I think?"</font>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Killing Spree:
...Arleth...<font color=silver>The ground you walk on wishes to trip you.</font>

<font color=steelblue>~Thyron was still snoring loudly when you woke up. You yawned, stretching, then realised that Savannah's bedroll was empty. You sat up and quizically scanned the area. You saw her, but eh... Apparently you'd awoken at a... Problematic time... Savannah's eyes locked with yours and she yelped, trying to cover herself up with her tunic. Well all right, she wasn't completely naked. I mean, below the belt she was perfectly covered but Savannah was a modest girl and well, gee... She whispered harshly so as not to awake Thyron to further the embarassment.~ "Don't just sit there and gawk! Turn around!" ~Her cheeks were turning beet read.~</font><hr></blockquote>

<font color="gold">ARLETH</font>

<font color="green">*The sun was high on the sky, as the little party traveled trough the woods. Thyron had noticed that it had been awfully quiet between Arleth and Savannah. After a while he said:*
"Now, what is the matter with you two?"
"NOTHING," *They both replied at the same time, obviously both of them still emberrased.

When the evening had come, the three travelers had finally reached Mosreed again. There, Thyron was left, and Arleth and Savannah was again alone. After some hours, they desided to camp, since they couldnt reach the great wood this day. Savannah was afraid to admit it, but after a while she said:*
"Wow, I kinda miss that old elf. How did you meet him?"
-Ahh, that was many years ago, when my adventure-days was still young. Our way crossed long away from here, in the world called 'Faerun'.
"Is he very known amongst the older elves?"
-Ohh yes, maybe the most known one. He actually founded many towns longer out in the world.
"Wow. How about you? How long was it since your last adventure?"
*After answering this, and many more questions, Savannah was finally satisfyed, and they got some sleep.*</font>


see ya!

...Arleth...

<font color=silver>~You awoke early the next morning. The sun was just creeping on the horizon. Savannah was still asleep not far away and the fire had died down. The Wood Of Last Words loomed in the distance. You got up and started making preparations for the day. Soon the birds were chirping and Savannah was still snoring, well, rather squeaking, faintly. You were ready to go. Dare you face the potential wrath of awakening her?! Or uh, maybe you should try to make some of that coffee she keeps in her pack...~</font>

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...Lerris...

<font color=teal>~The group is apparently toasting to a pair of female dwarves. That pair was in the center, drinking and jeering merrily. Apparently they were going on some kind of expedition.~</font>
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*Finishing off my ever-tasty Poptarts, I walk over to the dwarf that seems to be the leader of the group, tap him on the shoulder*

~er, excuse me fine sir, I couldn't help overhearing. Your band is about to embark on some type of adventure. Where are you off to, and what is your purpose? Could you use the services of a skilled Wizard? I can hold my own in a fight, and I'm easy to get along with.~

...Lerris...

<font color=silver> ~The dwarf batted your hand away.~ "Back magic boy!" ~They all raised their drinks to this apparent toast.~ "Cadell's a fine crafty lass and Daelinda'll kill anything she sees besides!" ~Another dwarf cheered.~ "Oy!" ~They all took another swig. The dwarf apparently called Cadell stepped aside and shrugged to you.~ "Your going to have to ask Daelinda, but I don't know friend. She generally likes to keep the kobolds to herself."</font>

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OOC>>>Hey! What'ya mean I ain't sweet? I...er...am roleplaying a character that I am opposite of in real life...I am too, sweet!
I live in the South, don't I? My mom's from Georgia. Of course I am sweet!

<font color=skyblue>Murdock...in trouble

Not having any idea what was going to happen next, Murdock realized that he probably deserved it. Closing his eyes in expectancy of the worst...he asked..."No...What do you think" [img]graemlins/question.gif[/img] </font>

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(OOC: Since it does not say in the title of this RP whether there's enough space for any more to join I'd like to ask if there is, oh and if there is, could I possibly also have a quick recap of what's happened and who's who? I COULD read through all three threads, but I'm just too damn lazy [img]tongue.gif[/img] )

OOC>>> EEK! I finally been able to post and then we are on thread 3 all of a sudden!
Where does it say anything about Karamikay in the start of the topic?

IC>>>

<font color="indianred">Elle, ???

Elle woke up in strange surroundings, she was lying on a bed in a small room with a barred window at the top of the and a metal door to her left.
Someone outside whispered to someone else

"She's waking up go and get the captain."

After a while the door creaked open and the man standing there was a short and stocky dwarf, next to him was the half-elf who she was walking with a few hours ago. Elle was still mentally and physically drained so she didnt bother sitting up. She must have been infected with the poison the old man at the temple had! Those must have been the theives she was looking for, she had missed a perfect chance to get the antidote back to the temple!

ooc: ;) Sorry Neb, no space. You can join the next time around though! You'd just be too far behind everybody else. Arleth's already crossed the Bulwark twice, Mistral's gone across the country and Murdock's getting smacked around by a chick from the city of thieves. :D

...Murdock...
(ooc: Aw Larry, I was just pickin' on ya. It's my job. [img]smile.gif[/img] We hicks gotta stick together, right? [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] My daddy killed a possum with a stick once.)

<font color=silver>~She toyed with the top button on your shirt.~ "I think you were completely wrong before. I think you don't even get half a bunny." ~She smirked.~ "So what do you think?"</font>

OOC>>>I am not saying much, because I do not want to run your character. You would probably be mad at me anyway, if I just took off and did not know yourn intentions for Zahara. Thus, I post this...

<font color=skyblue>Murdock

"I think that I have been sent an angel. But is it crude to mix business with pleasure?"

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...Elle...

<font color=indianred>~The half-elf opened the metal door with a concerned expression. His brow furrowed, but he forced a wry smile.~ "Good morning." ~He stepped to the side of the bed, scratching his chin.~ "Feel like selling more coats to the city dogs?" ~Moore raised an eyebrow.~</font>

...Murdock...
(ooc: [img]smile.gif[/img] Er... OK!)

<font color=teal>~She grinned.~ "An angel eh? I've never been called an angel. My own mother called me a heathen." ~She chuckled, moving her hand back to your neck.~ "You know what I think?" ~She smirked.~ "I think you're scared." ~She snickered.~ "You're scared of little old me." ~She smirked.~ "You think I'm gonna bite you." ~She chuckled maniacally.~ "Well I'll tell you now that I AM going to bite you, I just haven't figured out how hard yet."</font>

OOC>>> Your enthusiasm for green-eyed elves is infectious, Spree :D Better pray that I don't grab Deiter when he returns [img]tongue.gif[/img] As for Larry, he's really into his character this time... I can't believe the words I'm reading :eek: ;)

IC>>>
<font color=lime>Mistral, <font color=white>Still ogling at Silas</font>

The swift strangulation of her heart takes her forcefully, and her face almost crumples ~ "I... I haven't had much choice, anyhow." ~ Speaking dazedly ~ "All my life, I've had only myself to rely on... even Master, no Father, would leave me for spells." ~ It's all coming back to me, now. The loneliness, the pain... ~ She struggles to harden the steel within, acutely aware of an equally strong protest.

In despair, she casts a gaze at Silas, mesmerised by his spellbinding appearance, seductively comforting voice. Without warning, she begins to stammer ~ "I... I don't want to be so strong... not all the time, anyway." ~ Abruptly, she turns away, her entire frame trembling slightly.</font>