Murdock
(ooc: Larry! You made me spit my gatorade all over my jeans! AGH! OK now, here's your noble quest Larry: Find Zahara's tatoo.
)
...a temptress took you by the hand...
~You could hear her breath make a defiant exhale. Her eyes scanned your face skeptically.~ "Big boys aren't supposed to cry." ~She smirked, a smug chuckle of satisfaction coming from her throat. She removed her knees and weight from you with an interesting kick to the side. She now sat beside you, legs sprawled out on the floor. You thought you could see an unnatural color near her ankle... Maybe jewelry, or a tatoo? You couldn't see clearly from here. She brushed the tear from your cheek.~ "Don't cry now. I'll play nice." ~She smiled slyly.~ "It'll be unnatural, but I'll make a concious effort just for you. Does that make you happy?" ~She looked at the ceiling quizically.~ "You know... I think that's the first time I've made someone cry. I've made people bleed and scream, but never cry."
Glorfindel
(ooc: [img]tongue.gif[/img] NOT CINNAMON?! Oh no... And I thought you had potential.)
...the wind called your name...
~The gensai blinked at you. You had the feeling the wind-creature thought you were insane. The wind rustled the leaves again, carrying her voice along with it.~ "Glorfindel seeks excitement?" ~The voice trailed and the wind came again, a bit rougher. It tousled your hair.~ "Glorfindel is brave?" ~She looked at you questionably.~
Mistral
(ooc:
OK, I'll pick up a set of full plate mail while I'm at the Sport's Authority. [img]tongue.gif[/img] )
...child of a notorious bardsong...
~Brier seemed somewhat frightened by the busy city. But she nodded, following your lead into the spacious tavern. She was holding her hands close to heart and hilt. Her eyes surveyed the inn quickly before her timid countenance faced you.~ "Well then... We're here!" ~She tried to put enthusiasm into her voice. She reached into a pocket on her thigh, pulling out a small pouch apparently for money.~ "I think I'll just eh... Go get something to eat. You want anything while I'm up there?"
Crystal
...a short trip to no-where...
~Your food was delectible, and you could certainly eat it all after your hours of fair-weather walking. Calm voices droned all around. Your sizeable meal combined with the warm peaceful atmosphere almost lulled you to sleep right there. When you finished your supper you couldn't help but sit in sloth for a moment. You felt posotively lovely and had no inclination on moving. The figure by the fireplace moved. He stood up and stretched, then with a mighty yawn started toward the stairs. The bartender laughed at the half-elf.~ "You a man or a dragon Nero? That yawn half sent the roof down!" ~The half-elf chuckled.~ "Ah yes, I am Nero the flame-breathed, ruler of all beneath the shadow of the Peaks of Dragons."
Arleth
...you rolled your dice against the tide of the bulwark...
~Savannah rubbed stiffly at her eyes, a look of confusion as they adjusted to the light. She coughed rather ferociously, as if she were still tossing with the Bulwark. She took a moment to study her surroundings, then saw you. She looked at you quizically for a moment.~ "Arleth?" ~She squinted at the cieling for a moment, trying to regain some memory of the recent events. She quickly turned back with a finger pointed at you.~ "You're trying to get me killed!"
Daelinda
...rewards for the truly determined...
~Cadell looked awefully at the heavy pouch of gold.~ "Hey! There must be at least 2,000 pieces in here!" ~She smiled broad.~ "Maybe I'll recall my days of youth and spend it all on sweets..."
Elle
(ooc:
There was only one guard, so I deem you are hallucinating from poison in the close proximity of the Macadere!
Feel free to have som fun and have more visions!)
...a healer needs healing...
~The guard looked at you for a moment with a befuddled expression. You were walking on apparently following something that was not there. He reached out and grabbed your shoulder, snapping you back into reality.~ "Miss! Are you quite sure you're all right?" ~His face was concerned.~ "Those were Macadereans back there..."
Lerris
...way-laid in the woods...
~The elf nodded, and spoke a few words in the sylvan tongue to his bretheren. The elves instantly lowered their bows, apparently holding full confidence in their leader. The elven mane looked at at you sharply, now speaking some strained common.~ "The land of Irony is not safe for any but a large group. I would bar your way. But if it is your wish to die, I will let you go past."
[ 01-25-2002: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]