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Post by Lynnea on Sept 15, 2004 9:58:28 GMT -5
Ye be lost, wench.
It had been some hours since she left that odd lad on the beach. Hours spent wandering the countryside, miles upon miles eaten away by her bare beet. Still she searched.
At one time there had been the sounds of a tavern, aye, and a good one from what she could tell. Mayhaps twould be best to return there.
Mayhaps I should go back to that wee farm and be cursed for a demon again. She grinned at herself, eyes sparkling with laughter. I must have looked a sight with m'dress torn and sand covered, and looking like a drowned rat. I'm surprised that old man nay sought to kill me.
She topped a low rise. Naught there but trees. Propping her hands on her hips she turns in a tight circle, her head thrown back, searching... until a certain old oak catches her eye. You'll do nicely.
Up she scrambles, straight to the topmost branches. Her weight and the scant breeze is plenty enough to send the top of the tree to swaying. Here she rests, her sun-darkened face turned to the wind, eyes closed, and a small smile on her lips. The gentle rocking soothes her here - where she is certain there be solid ground below.
Before long the bark of the old tree starts to cut into the tender flesh of her inner elbow where she has her arm wrapped around the trunk. Reluctantly she opens her eyes and takes a good look around. The slash through the trees is easily found. The river... Her gaze follows it to a break, which widens, then gives way to the glitter of the harbor in the sun and the sight of the castle across the bay. ... and there be my mark.
She draws a deep breath before starting back down. On reaching the ground and feeling the earth beneath her feet she sets off once more, this time in a more or less direct path toward her destination.
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Post by LucienMoonmist on Sept 15, 2004 10:13:00 GMT -5
((ooc: Well, seeing as yer happening to be wandering aronud in the woods where a majority of elves are tromping at this point, if I'm not mistaken, care for some company?))
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Post by Lynnea on Sept 15, 2004 13:35:32 GMT -5
((No need to ask. Jump on in!  That's what she's there for.)) |
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Post by LucienMoonmist on Sept 17, 2004 14:59:39 GMT -5
*She had been watched for quite some time, from a fair distance of course. Considering the recent battle, it would not be surprising to find a frank or two wandering about the woods lost. They elves however had order to scout and report, so one split from the group, moving to find Lucien near the flames. Finding him was easily done, his normally fair features and meticulous clothing marred with soot and mud from the toil of ceasing the flames path. All that truely mattered, was they were succedding in their task. Lucien gazed upon the young elf who brought hi mthe news of the straggler and of her appearance, grinning lightly. This young one was perhaps no more than a hundred years he should think. Leaving orders to continue as needed, he was guided back by the youthful hunter.
He arrived silently, the marred clothing and features adding to the shaodws of the woodlands themselves. Gazing across to the woman, he had to grin as he viewed her. He had seen a few visitors to Windstorm who shared appearance with her, and they were far from Frankish. The nearby elves trained their bows on her, hidden within the underbrush as Lucien step from the brush to face her, nae more than a hundred feet from where she stood facing. A light grin upon his face, bow held lazily in one hand. His grey and green clothing marred with streaks of mud and blood. His voice, light and melodic called to her as he made himself visable*
Greetings good lady! I trust yer travels through these woods have been pleasant? It is customary for travelers to be greeted warmly in these lands. The woodlands however have a habit of not allowing such conveniances.
*He gave a short bow, his stance very relaxed, his grin easily visable from her distance, his eyes a sparklnig blue*
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Post by Thorgrimm Halfdane on Sept 17, 2004 17:51:40 GMT -5
(( Psst ... Lucien, Lynnea et al  be on the lookout !!)) ((There is a mob of some 68 Franks under Chevallier Brellac wandering south from the harbour afer they scuttled their ships. Maybe you can deal with them ?  )) |
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Post by Lynnea on Sept 17, 2004 19:03:45 GMT -5
((Bring them on. Lynn's tough. )) |
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Post by Lynnea on Sept 17, 2004 19:18:42 GMT -5
One brow raised as this apparition came forth from the woods. She looked him over from head to toe as she spoke, a bit of wariness in her voice. Aye, greetings be. And nay worry of these inconveniences. An impish grin lights her face. Tis m'own element, as it is yours.
Carefully she turns - first to one side, then the other - in a mock show of looking for more. As her slender but muscular body turns the hilts of two blades near the small of her back peek around her sides. I nay see any more, but know they be there. Mayhaps we could all meet as civilised beings, aye? Then ye can tell me what I want to know. A casual flip of her hand indicates she speaks of his appearance. Ye might know.
She lifts her chin slightly, positioning herself with one foot slightly before the other, a mixture of confidence and aletrness nearly oozing from her pores as she awaits an answer.
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Post by Chevallier Brellac on Sept 18, 2004 13:22:07 GMT -5
(LOL, we are indeed heading south. Had hoped to find manassier and his men but since they have been snuffed, the Franks will try to make it to the S coast of Cornwall, to the 6 ships still anchoring there. Indeed, if the elves or someone wishes to intercept them, be our guests)  |
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Post by LucienMoonmist on Sept 24, 2004 20:50:23 GMT -5
Ahh, t'is best that way is it nae?
*grinning still, Lucien gestures to the woods as several dozen Elves reveal themselves fro mthe wood, weapons lwoerd, stance at the ready to draw their bows should need arise. His ice blue eyes still to her, he speaks again, melodically and lightly*
Ahh, I may very well know what it is ye wish to know good lady, but I am afraid to deny you the time for questions. I should hope ye were aware of the most recent battle near here, as well as the flames which still threaten parts of this wood. Sadly there is little time for answers. However, I would be pleased to aide you in finding those who may be able to provide ye answers.
*he turns to look in the direction of the most recent battle*
Or if ye wish, ye are free to find those answers ye seek yourself good lady. The woods are after all, of free passage to all whom pass through them.
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Post by Lynnea on Sept 30, 2004 7:16:22 GMT -5
((FINALLY dragged myself back. er... somewhat. Sorry for the delay.))
She shakes her head a bit, a frown marring her features. I'm afraid we arrived a bit late to know much about the battle, or of the fire. My cursed luck to board the slower vessel... Her shoulders involuntarily hunch and she shakes herself violently, much like a dog, the motion enough to spread her legs to shoulder-width to help keep her balance. Sea travel be for the fishes.
Her gaze flickers over those that had emerged, a brow lifting slightly. Mayhaps one of your men might know, as well... It seems the captain of this ship, one Tyrun of the Norsemen, sent to Port Thunder for help. I nay know for what reason. His missive was for Eiluna, nay for me. A tilt of her head and a wink. It still got me aboard a ship. Now tis in m'mind to find the pup and knock a bit of sense into him - sending something so slow when there be a fight to get to. Mayhaps ye know where to find him?
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Post by LucienMoonmist on Oct 1, 2004 11:07:12 GMT -5
((No worries, irl does that))
*He grinned as he watched her odd shaking, eyebrow raised quizically. His gaze sharpened slightly at the mention of Tyrun's name as he cast it over her. He had heard sputtering rumors of things which had befallen him. He looked to a duo of Elves and nodded, both of them bowing their heads, the rest of the Elves fading into the woodlands. Lucien looked to her again, his gaze returning to it's regular depth*
Ahh, good lady, I have heard ill rumors of good sir Tyrun, things which believe may make ye wish to hold yer had fer the knocking. If ye seek him, then we shal lbe escorted by these two of me kin here, *he gestures to the two Elves*, who will be show ye to the gates of Windstorm. Last I heard, he was being tended within those walls.
*he bowed his head to her lightly*
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Post by Lynnea on Oct 2, 2004 19:11:45 GMT -5
Ill rumours? A sudden lack of humour deadens her voice, turning it into a deep growl. Her gaze narrows, her eyes shifting from bright blue to a deep green for a moment. And ye know who has done these things you have heard rumoured? Where to find them as well?
That can wait. Aye. A quick shake of her head. For now, get me to m'friend. And move quickly - I can keep up with most of ye. Tis that way, aye? A gesture in the general direction of the castle and she moves off, going from a standstill to a pace that would tire most men in a short time, fully confident that these elves can catch her easily if they were to try.
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Post by LucienMoonmist on Oct 2, 2004 21:36:12 GMT -5
*He had to grin as she took off towards the castle. Gonig that way would put her through the remainder of the flames. Nodding with a word to one of the Elves near him, they started off, returning to their duties. With a graceful shift, Lucien moved off towards the woman, grinning as he moved to catch her step* Good lady, ye may wish to alter yer step lest ye find yer footing melted fast away!
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Post by Lynnea on Oct 3, 2004 10:24:54 GMT -5
She slows her pace just for a moment, letting the lord pass her by. Lead on, then. Quickly! I'll track ye if ye move too fast. Having said as much she turns to silence, lowering her body to the ground the slightest bit and lengthening her stride.
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Post by LucienMoonmist on Oct 3, 2004 13:04:57 GMT -5
*He nodded as he silently drifted passed her, moving more on a southernly route. It doesn't take long for them to come upon the last vestiges of the burned wood, crisp dark trees partially smoldering still. Elves moved about them, earth and water and blades being brought about to stem the tide of flames. Each gave a quick bow to Lucien as they passed, and he returned the same to them. Shortly after that, they two came fro mthe woods to the south of Windstorm, near the remaining troops of the castle it's self. He turned to his running companion then*
Here then good lady are the troops of the castle. Straight run north brings one to the castle. Would ye care for accompanyment to it's walls? Times of war tend to leave a time of questions I am certain ye would rather spend looking for good sir Tyrun.
*his ice blue eyes cast over her expression, awaiting her response*
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That's what she's there for.))
be on the lookout !!))
))