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She lets her smile widen. “I like you, you know. You have a powerful arrogant spark to yourself. I will meet with you in private when you feel fit. Leave if you wish. But if you do, know that we will speak again. Whether you like it or not.” She looks to the other man as she starts to stand. “I sha...

Her smile widened. “I assume I could find myself a better blades man, you look as if you are no more than a child with a pointy stick. Please, what good are you to me?” She leaned back in the chair, folding her arms lightly across her chest still holding her gaze to his back, as if drilling into th...

She laughs slowly under her breath as she turns her head back to Aokan once more. “You will know in due time of the meaning.” Her voice softly rang out. ”As for a ‘meeting’..” She turns to face the man as he leaves, her voice controlling again. “Boy; I am not finished with you. And it will be you w...

She smirked inaudibly to herself muttering: “An attitude adjustment isn’t hard to accomplish either…” Before she smiled warmly with a nod to him, then looked back to Aokan. “For you, my friend.” Her smile became roguish as she looked him over. “Your attitude pleases me, and your ‘knowledgeable’ per...

She leans back, true interest caught once more. “You, my friend. Might be along the lines of what I have been looking for…” She let her words drain off as she slipped into thought.

“Knowledge is a gift, and to be used wisely. I shall talk to you in more detail in time. But now,” She looked back to Alavan, a smile upon her lips, but her eyes still as piercing, just as dangerous as before and she spoke. “And your skills, boy?” She let her eyes drift upon his, almost welcomingly...

The woman looks back to him with a chuckle, amused by his reaction. “So he has some spark.” She looked him over, her face sweet and smooth, but her eyes again holding their poisoned glint. “Tell me, what are your skills?” For a moment she looked back to the lad. “You will be next to answer this que...

She takes in the information slowly before she again turns to the man who had so rudely intruded, then to the lad who had been gazing at the table. Her expression holds a soft smile and she, while still holding the pipe, elegantly clasps her hands on the table, looking up at him waiting for him to ...

“Hmm…” She took in a slow deep breath once she had exhaled the smoke. “An interesting way to come forth in something that he does not know.” She smiles. “I am intrigued.” She looked back to the other lad for a moment, then to the other who sat across the room before she let her gaze cast itself ove...

She looks back, her face softening as she does, smiling back to the other man. “Tell me, what was it that caught you interest in the note? And maybe, I could fill you in on some of the information.” She leaned back in her chair, bringing the pipe methodically back to her lips and in taking the swee...

Without turning her gaze towards the lad, she spoke.

“Sit boy, this might concern you too.” Her voice seemed cold and controlling.

The woman seems to ignore the other who had entered, but for a brief moment, poisonous emerald eyes cast up towards her, then back soothingly to the men, where she smiles once more. "Perhaps..." She let the words flow from her mouth. "But it was you who came of intrest to it, so it i...

“My name may come in time. For now,” She smiles, motioning to him, as a gesture to the note that he had. “You may refer to me as ‘Huntress.’.”

The woman looks over, catching the movement of the other man in her eye and smiles to him, and with a slight tip of her pipe as a gesture to him, she asks: “And you dear sir, what might be your name? Since I feel it rude to leave everyone unintroduced.”

She let out a slow drawn out laugh, which emitted from deep within her throat as she, while holding her pipe, drew her black hood back with her other hand, letting the light of the tavern flood over her softly carved features, and letting the rest of her hair fall smoothly over her shoulders. She s...

“Please, I insist.” Her voice was sweet and elegant, and her eyes had lost their pierce, as they softly gazed out upon him, a soft smile could be seen from the shadows of her hood. Again she gestured to the canteen. “You look as if you need some, and do not hesitate with the thought that I would me...

The woman lets her hand vanish from sight, before pulling out a canteen of water, setting it on the table. She seems to by-pass his words as she speaks.

“Water hun?” She smiles sweetly, gesturing to the canteen with a black gloved hand.

The woman’s eyes do not leave him, and though her face can not be seen through the shadows, her bright eyes pierce into his; she speaks again, her voice just as smooth, though almost in an eerie way. “Boy,” She emphasized the word in defiance of his gesture of ‘woman’. “A drink, such as water, or m...

The woman smiles, then in a silky voice she speaks. “Well, Alavan dear. Why do you not have a seat? You look as though you might need a drink.” She does not lower her hood, nor turns her head as she speaks, the mouth of the pipe gently against her lips, and she lowers it slowly. Though not moving, ...

The woman’s eyes slowly drift back to the first lad, and she picks out a couple words on the note that he reads. Slowly, from in the shadows of her hood, a smile forms on her lips, as her interest is suddenly perked. Again she sucks back on the pipe, letting out a strand of sweet ivory smoke, the s...

The woman returns a slow elegant nod as she takes another swill from her pipe, letting out a small thin trail of smoke again from where she sits. Around her shoulders and from out of her hood, her long soft blood red hair falls over her shoulders, and her emerald green eyes seem to lock onto him su...

A woman clad in black found her way to the tavern, sitting down silently in a far corner of the room. She did not pull her cloaks hood back from shadowing her face, but rather pulled it further down so that all that could be seen were the two bright green eyes peering out from the black hole of sha...

You know, for some people who write things like that, it's odd to think that if they just took a peek into the Role Playing board and read some of what others post, they'd even have an idea of what to send in.

A note appears on the wall, flapping gently in a breeze. The parchment the note was written on is like none other, an odd smooth thin parchment, which holds the resemblance of the seams in bone, sliding across its length. The note is written in blood, but not messy blood for it is not even the colo...

My elven characters are young...

Inwe was only 900 or so, and Iekka is around 600...

The ship stopped quite far off from the land, and the ship’s hands never commented on the accuracy of the Elven woman’s eyes, once it became apparent that she was able to see it hours before any of them could. Iekka paced the ships length over and over, her black cloak gently falling around her equ...

The waves broke and rolled, frothing caps roaring down beneath one another, the occasional fish able to be spotted in the deep endless swirls of green and blue. The crisp cool ocean air was filled with the spray of salty mist, and the smell of kelp and sea weed. The beauty of the sea was interrupte...