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Killing Spree · 07-05-2002, 01:39 PM

Merrick & Sulwe Shadowfall
All the girls began snickering again as Sulwe let out a mocking "oof". In a heartbeat all but Sulwe left you though, as guests began pouring into the tavern. Being jostled even more that you had been was Lowell Foresthide, his heavy wife Kalia laughing at his side. Lowell, a slightly scrawny darkly complected man, had an indescribable nervousness in his near black eyes that seemed to seep into his every action. He was guarding Kalia like a mother wolf. Kalia however seemed quite jubilant, and was waving away Lowell's too-close guard at every turn. After a moment Aoln brought out mass quantities of food and drink, and several of the other men were urging young man Foresthide toward the alcohol. Striding towards you now was a dark figure, with Sulwe's black hair and silver-black eyes. In fact, you could place quite a remarkable resemblance between the two... This elf strode straight up and glared down at the lady on your lap. "Sulwe, sister, the party has only just begun!" The man's dark eyes traced up to you, though he was still addressing Sulwe. "Please don't tell me you are drunk already." Sulwe's cheeks turned bright red and her gaze fell to the floor. "N-no Merrick. I was just..."

Cyrus Nightblade
Cyrus had been watching this entire episode from the corner of his eye, and found himself thoroughly amused by the entire thing. Here was Aragorn, the stuffy paladin, checking out a woman. And here was Eilonwy, the wildly outspoken sprite of a girl, bent on the destruction of Aragorn's ego, fleeing towards him in embarassment. He couldn't help but cackle as the lady pulled up next to him. Oh this is just too precious NOT to meddle! Besides, he decided, the party's in a dreary mood. Might as well give 'em a nudge. When Eilonwy was trotting directly next to him, he leaned over in the saddle, almost close enough to rest his head on her shoulder and asked innocently, "Eilonwy, dear one, are you running a fever? My infravision's got you brighter than strawberries." He sat up in the saddle and craned his neck back toward Aragorn. "But ey, what do you think buddy? Think she's... Hot?" He stifled a snicker with his hand, waiting for Aragorn's glares and Eilonwy's slaps.

07-05-2002, 01:39 PM	#143
Killing Spree Mephistopheles Join Date: July 11, 2001 Location: The Ashes Age: 37 Posts: 1,427	Merrick & Sulwe Shadowfall All the girls began snickering again as Sulwe let out a mocking "oof". In a heartbeat all but Sulwe left you though, as guests began pouring into the tavern. Being jostled even more that you had been was Lowell Foresthide, his heavy wife Kalia laughing at his side. Lowell, a slightly scrawny darkly complected man, had an indescribable nervousness in his near black eyes that seemed to seep into his every action. He was guarding Kalia like a mother wolf. Kalia however seemed quite jubilant, and was waving away Lowell's too-close guard at every turn. After a moment Aoln brought out mass quantities of food and drink, and several of the other men were urging young man Foresthide toward the alcohol. Striding towards you now was a dark figure, with Sulwe's black hair and silver-black eyes. In fact, you could place quite a remarkable resemblance between the two... This elf strode straight up and glared down at the lady on your lap. "Sulwe, sister, the party has only just begun!" The man's dark eyes traced up to you, though he was still addressing Sulwe. "Please don't tell me you are drunk already." Sulwe's cheeks turned bright red and her gaze fell to the floor. "N-no Merrick. I was just..." Cyrus Nightblade Cyrus had been watching this entire episode from the corner of his eye, and found himself thoroughly amused by the entire thing. Here was Aragorn, the stuffy paladin, checking out a woman. And here was Eilonwy, the wildly outspoken sprite of a girl, bent on the destruction of Aragorn's ego, fleeing towards him in embarassment. He couldn't help but cackle as the lady pulled up next to him. Oh this is just too precious NOT to meddle! Besides, he decided, the party's in a dreary mood. Might as well give 'em a nudge. When Eilonwy was trotting directly next to him, he leaned over in the saddle, almost close enough to rest his head on her shoulder and asked innocently, "Eilonwy, dear one, are you running a fever? My infravision's got you brighter than strawberries." He sat up in the saddle and craned his neck back toward Aragorn. "But ey, what do you think buddy? Think she's... Hot?" He stifled a snicker with his hand, waiting for Aragorn's glares and Eilonwy's slaps.