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Post by Lady Elestirne on Sept 29, 2006 22:14:57 GMT -5
Elestirne looked briefly to Storm,her amused look deepening. "Aye good knight. You are quite right. And you did seem to be holding thine own well for-as you've told me-not having encountered the creatures before in your life. And you did manage to get most and I would say you took them by surprise-so utterly focused were they upon pursuing I and Olore. But you forget something Sir Brightblade;thou was wounded and weary,as well as wholly unfamiliar with the yrch. Thus,though you held your own well for the first encounter you had with them,the aid I gave in wheeling round and dispatching the last and allowing you a respite from their attacks could indeed be seen as help. But I suppose the pride of a knight will not allow them to admit,on their honour,that they needed help in vanquishing a foe,certainly not thou,with such heroes in your line as you say your father and grandfather were. " Her grey eyes sparkled. "And if you be still unwilling or unable to admit my help in that instance, remember this one:the healing of you by me of your wounds sustained from the afore-mentioned attack." The young elf-queen smiled;Olore's nickered laughter echoeing in her mind. Indeed! Well said my lady. But Men are famously a stubborn and prideful lot;generally reluctant to admit they need help-especially true,it seems,of warriors of the race
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Sept 29, 2006 22:23:11 GMT -5
storm's face looked upset but it changed as soon as it left. "Excuse me milady, I only wished to get the story right and i admit i needed help in vanquishing the foe. I did not know what they were or what they could do so i fought like i would any other creature. And also i was wounded and you took care of the last of them which i am still grateful to you for. But I just like to keep the story straight. But enough of my thanks, I would really like to hear of your story if you do not mind milday." A big smile ran across Storm's face waiting for Elestirne to tell her story.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Oct 2, 2006 8:38:18 GMT -5
After listening to the conversation, Nichtmar laughs and shakes his head and walks over to the bar and whispers to Isen, "for a second there I thought he was gonna cry." he chuckles.
"LET ME GET a good ale, Isen. It's been a long day and I'm thirsty, my nerves need settln"
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Post by Isen Ehtar on Oct 2, 2006 12:59:07 GMT -5
"Alright then Ogre." Isen says with a smile and a wink. "I think I still have some of that barrel of ale that you said you liked best."
*Isen gets up and goes into the back room emerging shortly after with an extra tall mug filled to the brim with a frothy liquid. The smell is quite strong coming from the mug and stings the nostrils in an almost enjoyable way.*
"Here ya are Nichtmar. Good lady, I am always interested to hear of the doings of the guests here at my inn."
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Oct 3, 2006 8:45:33 GMT -5
Elestirne smiled warmly;nodding slightly in agreement. "I agree with you good Storm. Accuracy and honesty are ever good things to seek and hold to. But you need not have worried with me. I do not give false accounts and have not all the year I have walked this earth. I hold truthfullness too high in worth." To Olore,who was still nickering a little in amusement she said this,somewhat sternly: Shame! You should know better, my friend, to denounce mortals so when you have met and known Aldanius and Oron and others. Some men are not ruled by pride,nor so stubborn that they were not humble enough admit when they needed help or assistance. Olore subsided,but a feeling of michieviousness emanated from the silver stallion so Elestirne knew he was not wholly contrite.
She shook her head slightly in amusement;her long night-dark hair shimmering with faint silver sparkles as she looked to her companions. Her clear,grey eyes sparkled."Well,I have heard from Isen and Storm but ere I begin what say the rest of you?" Her eyes drifted from person to person as she paused to look at them each in turn,as if considering something. "Do the rest of you also wish to hear as much of my story as I will recount within the limits time allows us this night or is it only Sir Brightblade and the good innkeep only that wish to hear it gentlemen?" Serenely, she sipped her wine and waited;eyes clear and bright.
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Post by Zaron on Oct 3, 2006 10:00:03 GMT -5
Zaron smiles as he leans back in this chair abit watching the new arrivals intently, studying them, trying to learn what he may. As he hears Lady Elestirne question he snaps back to smi attention saying, "M'lady, I would like to hear your story as well."
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Oct 5, 2006 18:50:21 GMT -5
"Thank ya, Isen"
He spins around on the stool, leaning his back against the bar, looking to Lady Elestirne.
"Nothin' mored I'd rather like than my fine ale here and ta hear some fine tales of yours m'lady. Please continue..."
he takes a sip of ale
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Oct 13, 2006 21:24:25 GMT -5
Elestirne's slender eyebrows curved upwards slightly and surprise briefly passed over her fair face. It was plain that she had not expected this. For a few minutes she was silent,collecting her thoughts,then she spoke. "Very well. I can scarcly refuse such courteous calls for my story to be told and I gather your interest is from genuine curiousity and a desire for ome knowledge of a strange visitor from beyond the mists to your land. In Storm's case the situation is the former,for the rest of you both, I gather, are at work." She had marked Zaron's intent scrutiny of her while she had been answering Isen's question on how she had come here and while clarifying for Storm how she had helped him-now she matched the steward's look with her own penetrating gaze;her grey eyes clear and bright. " Understand that you will learn nothing of me that I do not will or desire you to or that I did not deem you as having earned or deserving the right to know. I will recount of my story only that which I will and which I deem as the night having time for. But you seem to me to be honest people so there is little of importance I think,in my story that I will leave unsaid. Any questions however, leave until I am finished and I will then answer those which I can and desire to. With all that said I add this:please make sure that you are comfortable and content where you are and try not to interrupt, for once I begin I will not like to stop,as it may be a long tale. And if any of you, perchance, regret the hearing of my story by it's end, remember that you all asked and wished to hear it. When you are ready I shall begin."
A hint of mischief sparkled in her clear,grey eyes and, after taking a long sip of her wine and removing her silver cloak-which she had not done earlier upon first entering the tavern-she folded her slender hands neatly and gracefully into her lap and watched them patiently;waiting for a sign to begin.
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Post by Zaron on Oct 17, 2006 8:19:33 GMT -5
Zaron nods his head to her and says "Those restrictions are understandable m'lady, we all have our secrects, please tell us what you may then."
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Post by Isen Ehtar on Oct 19, 2006 17:08:16 GMT -5
*Isen gets up and goes into the room behind the bar and after a few minutes returns with a black bottle with a picture of a spider on it. He sits back down in his seat and motions to the Lady*
"Wheve'er you are ready, we shall listen."
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Oct 24, 2006 12:14:22 GMT -5
Elestirne inclined her head gracefully;nodding regally to Zaron and Isen. She took a deep breath,closing her eyes a moment,then began.
" As I have said, I am the Lady Elestirne, Queen of the elven-realm Taraer-called Starbrow by my people. I do not think that any of you would know of me, or of my realm,as it lies far from Oron's and Oron,you have said,is no short distance from your lands. My story is a complicated one, and long. To spare you I shall try to be as brief as possible and tell only what need to be told,as the night begins to grow long.
" I am the daughter of Amaurea the Golden of the wood-elves and of the high-elf Elentirmo of House Nolimon. My mother was nobly born;daughter of the prince of the wood-folk. My father too,was nobly born, but of higher lineage than my mother in that he was of royal blood;descended of a line of kings. But he did not sit the throne as king-none of the line had for centuries;not since ancient times." She paused now,hesitated;eyes clouding slightly. "There was a fued...long ago..and betrayal between the two kindreds and the noble houses of the high elves..and the royal line was largly forgotten by the elves of Taraer."
"But before I was born,and before my parents and before their parents even,a prophecy had been made. It told of one to come who would absolve the fued and unite the kindreds once again and sit the throne. They would be of royal blood and,so said the prophecy,be born of both kindreds."
"In time I was born and so proved the words of the prophecy true for I am both wood-elven and high-elven, through my mother and father respectivly. But even as the royal line had been forgotten so to was the prophecy and only a very few recalled and accounted any worth to it,much less discovered it's meaning and who the child was it had spoken of. Thus my childhood, while it lasted,was for a long time peaceful for, though ancient enemies the royal line still lived and sought to finish their goal of destroying the line of the royal family-of whom they thought my father was the last-they had not yet learned of my existence and did not divine the meaning of the prophecy and my father they could not find,for he eluded them still."
Her tone darkened now;face and voice grown all of a sudden sorrowful. "But this was not to last. Eventually one of the royal family's ancient enemies discovered my father and, in the same instant, discovered my existence as well and learned the meaning of the prophecy. Within a few years, while I was yet a child-a few years it was as we account time, a decade or so,perhaps,to you here,for time passes much much more swiftly for you than it does for my kind-my father was murdered in a ambush set by our enemy and my mother faded away from grief and a broken heart soon after."
Her face pained,she went on. "Orphaned and still hunted by my enemy I passed then into the gaurdianship and fosterage of the steward of the realm;watched over also by the seer and ancient loremaster. They were a part of the very few who had kept track-the only two in fact, besides my family' ancient enemies-of the royal family and the line of kings and who also knew the prophecy and it's meaning. The years passed slowly-during which I learned and became accomplished at sword and bow-and I became a seeress and healer, which,unsurprisingly,had been what my father and mother had been known for."
'My family's ancient enemy-of whom I had no knowledge of at that point,nor of my heritage,or the prophecy-who had been lying in wait quietly for many years now deemed his time right and struck;attacking Mirenan,the capital city of my realm. I,not in the city at the time,escaped and after some wandering found myself in a strange mortal land beyond the mountains cutting Taraer off from lands bordering it. Soon after I fell in with a young mortal and his band of adventurers. He was a outcast warrior journeying back to his homeland in order to overthrow the tyrant lord who controlled it. This was accomplished in time and he was set upon the throne instead. During that time I also found and befriended Olore."
During the journey to his homeland,my gift of foresight began to show me hints and clues;glimpses to my true heritage and lineage and I became aware that I was being hunted. In the struggle to overthrow the tyrant from the warrior's homeland I crossed paths with and confronted this hunter,who was revealed to be none other than my family' ancient enemy and,incidentally,my swordteacher. He revealed all to me and we battled. Aftr a long struggle I slew him,though unhappily."
"Knowing now who I was I journeyed back to Taraer with Olore,brought the two elven-kindreds together as had long ago been foretold and became queen as the prophecy had said would happen. That was about ten years ago,as you would reckon time. And now do you know my story,so much as needs to be told."
Elestirne's quiet,musical voice fell silent now. Her clear,grey eyes were shadowed with a deep sorrow and some other,unknown emotion-which showed also in her fair face. One slender hand trembled slightly as it lifted to finger a amber amulet set with a bright green stone that graced her neck. A gold spark of light flared briefly in the stone's depths,then faded. Clearly,the elven-queen was lost in some memory. After a moment or two,she spoke again. "You will forgive me I hope,good sirs but I was with my father during that ambush and saw him die and was at my mother's side when she forsake life out of grief and it is a hard thing to recall them,even in passing and years later,for I loved them dearly and the memories are painful still. Hard too,is it to recall the attack on my city. But I have spoken as you have asked me to and have said what I will." A hint of weariness tinged her voice. "The night is late now but I will do as I have said and answer those questions I will of any you may have." She took a sip of her wine,and watched them.
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Post by Isen Ehtar on Oct 24, 2006 21:08:48 GMT -5
"Quite the story milady. And may I assure you that many of us here know well the pains associated with the loss of dear loved ones. You are in good company tonight."
*Isen reaches over, and with a quiet tenderness in his eyes, pours the lady a bit more wine from his spider adorned bottle. A dark liquid with a smell that stings the nostrils.*
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Oct 25, 2006 14:43:51 GMT -5
*Storm wipes his eyes with his sleeve* Tis true, as our good innkeep, Isen, says. We all have felt the feeling of loved ones pass. I am terribly sorry for your loses milady. *Storm reached over and patted Elestirne's hand gently and withdrew his hand back to his cup* I too, as I have said in my tale, have lost both my mother and father. *Storm smiled* But that is why I am going to continue the search for my mother. I do not know if Dalamar had expected me to wined up here. But i feel that she is here and i am going to look for her. But not until there is anything this knight can be of assistance of will i begin my search for her.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Oct 30, 2006 8:31:33 GMT -5
Still sitting on his stool and leaning on the bar, Nichtmar finishes the last gulp of his ale, and sits the mug on the bar.
“Woeful tale m’lady, but be glad you have survived your trials, and you are stronger because of them. Be proud of the sacrifices your kin made for you, you seem to have honored them by fulfilling your legacy.”
Nichtmar looks at Storm, and shakes his head, “suck it up meat bag”
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Oct 30, 2006 19:21:17 GMT -5
*Looks over at Nichtmar with anger in his eyes* Excuse me, kind ogre? What gives you the right to talk to me like this? *stands up to look at him straight in the eye* I have tolerated you longer than I have wished and have treated you with respect since we met! So tell me why you treat me like this?! You may be my superior but that still does not give you the right to treat me like Draconian sh*t! *Storm stands there breathing heavily and after a few moments sits back down. Looks over at the elven queen and says in apologetic tone* I am sorry milady. I should not have acted as so. *Walks over to Nichtmar* I am sorry i acted that way to you Nichtmar. But lets get some things setttled, I do not like you and you do not like me. But while we are traveling together lets agree that we do not interact with each other unless ones life depends on it. I may not like you but The Measure of my Knighthood tells me that i should protect my allies life. I am not saying you have to save mine, thats your choice. Are we agreed? *holds out a hand* (Thank you Nichtmar for the change. i didnt even see i did not replaced the "i" with something else. )
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Post by Zaron on Oct 31, 2006 8:25:00 GMT -5
Zaron after hearing Lady Elestirne's story softly says, "I'm sorry for you losses m'lady."
Turning hearing Nichtmar and Storm bickering some his gaze goes slightly hard standing up and saying, "That will be enough out of both of you, I don' t care if you two like each other or not, but we have too many enemies as it is here in Mittelmarch without making more."
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Oct 31, 2006 11:41:29 GMT -5
Storm turns his head at the sound of Zaron's voice. "Forgive me Steward," Storm said as he bowed to Zaron, "I should not have acted the way I have. It has been a long day and if the rest of my company minds I shall be retiring for the night. Again, my apologies Steward, Nichtmar, and especially my apologies to you Lady Elestirne." Storm finished, looking at the people as he named the people. As he said that he bowed and started to walk up the stairs.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Nov 1, 2006 1:22:39 GMT -5
Elestirne looked from Storm to Isen. Uncertainly she eyed the wine which Isen had just poured into her goblet from his spider adorned bottle. She did not want to offend or seem rude by not drinking but she was wary of drinking because she did not know what the spider might symbolize, nor the significance it might hold, if any. It might just be a simple adornment, but it made Elestirne uneasy as the elven-queen had always,since a very young age,been wary,and to some extent,fearful of spiders;viewing them as dark creatures,agents of evil even. Then something her mother had said to her long ago, when she had been but a child,came back to her and she shook her head imperceptibly;the slightest of smiles touching her lips.
Again her hand strayed to her throat and the necklace there and she fingured the amber amulet unconsiously. "Those whom we love and whom loved us in their turn are never really gone,"she murmured quietly-yet they heard every word. "They are always with us whether we know it or not. For,even though you may not be able to see something or touch it it does not mean it does not exist. There are many mysterious and unexplained things in the world, some of which we shall never or are never meant to know." She paused and cautsiously took a sip of the newly poured wine from her goblet. It had a sharp smell and odd color and tasted somewhat strange but was,she decided after a moment's deliberation,not unpleasant,though it was unlike anything she had ever tasted before.
She looked from Storm to Nichtmar and disapproval suddenly glittered in her clear grey eyes. "That was ill done good ogre,and unnecesary. Sensitivity is a quality prized in knights,as is empathy." She turned her bright eyes now to Storm. "And no apoligies are needed good Storm. You can scarcley be blamed for letting your emotions get the better of you,but a good thing to practice is calmness and control over anger. And it has been a long day for all. Do not feel guilty in wishing to go to thine room and rest." She smiled gently. "Go,and rest well,Varda be with you."
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Nov 1, 2006 11:10:00 GMT -5
Storm turned around as Elestirne finished her statement towards him. "I will, I do have a tendency to let my anger loose often. I have been trying to calm the anger inside me but the beast won this round," Storm smiled at hearing her forgive him, "goodnight everyone." As he finished he turned around and walked upstairs to his and Strays' room.
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Post by Isen Ehtar on Nov 1, 2006 14:45:23 GMT -5
"I'm honored that you would trust me so Lady Elestirne to drink the wine I have just poured for you. If not the pungent smell the bottle usually brings forth many questions of the contents. Not many people are familiar with the smell and taste of Drow wine. Though I find it to be quite exotic, and quite powerful. Quite possibly the only thing the dark ones are good for though..."
Isen takes a drink of his wine and corkes the bottle taking it back to the store room. He emerges empty handed and begins taking up the glasses of those who had finished or left.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Nov 1, 2006 20:00:51 GMT -5
Storm gets in Nichtmar’s face, “I have tolerated you longer than I have wished and have treated you with respect since we met!”
Nichtmar begins to laugh at the outburst of Storm, “You are an emotional one aren’t you?”
Nichtmar slides a hand behind his back grasping a knife, “Listen, “Knight” I got no problem with gut’n y…”
Zaron interjects, “That will be enough out of both of you…”
Nichtmar slides his hand from his blade. Nichtmar respects and trusts only a few people and Zaron is one of those people, without hesitation he halts his actions. Zaron and Nichtmar have been together on many battle fields and trusts him with his life. A stranger to Nichtmar is a possible enemy, especially a man. He has learned they aren’t to be trusted.
Nichtmar grabs Storm’s hand and brings him in close and whispers in his ear, “Listen, Storm I don’t know ya and I don’t trust ya, take it personal if ya want, I don’t care, but if I find out you’re here for someth’n un-just, I’ll kill ya.”
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Nov 1, 2006 21:02:23 GMT -5
Storm looked into Nichtmar eyes as he spoke to him. "As I have said in my story, I did not even come here of my own will so you have nothing to fear of me." Storm pulled out the amulet of Mishakal he wore around his neck with the hand that was free and held it up for Nichtmar to see. "You see this? Does this look like anything you have ever seen before? Does this look like the symbol of any of the gods you worship here if there are any gods to worship? You shouldn't because there are only two in this world now and that is mine and the queen's here. I know this cause none of you have even heard of my home and these only come from my world. So that shows i do not know where i am. So how could i be here for something when i do not even have the slightest idea as to where i am? I am came here by accident. I am not sure if i even want to be here. All i want to do is find my mother. So what if i am emotional? That does not even change the fact that you have to treat me like this. I do not even care if you trust me or not. As Master Zaron said, he does not need any more enemies so lets just stay out of each other's way. If you have any reason to believe that I am here for an un-just reason then by all means kill me now in front of everyone. I am a Knight of Solamnia, My word is my honor and, " Storm pulled his hand away and then spoke in a language that no one in Mittelmarch had ever heard before, "Est Sularus Uth Mithas, meaning my honor is my life in my native language."
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Post by Isen Ehtar on Nov 1, 2006 22:58:58 GMT -5
Isen finishes cleaning the glasses he has gathered, puts them away, and then pulls out his pipe and smiles at the goings on between the ogre and the new human.
"The goings on here are always so interesting, I just hope I don't have to stop any fights or kick anyone out of my inn." He says softly to himself.
He then comes around and takes his seat at the table again with his pipe in hand, nursing the contents for all its worth.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Nov 1, 2006 23:56:17 GMT -5
Elestirne looked at Isen. A slight surprise tinged her fair features and one eyebrow raised slightly but other than that the elven-queen did not seem disturbed overmuch by Isen's revelation. Rather, she nodded slightly,as if it had confirmed something to her.
"I thought so. 'Twas the spider that revealed it to me first; its color second. I admit,I was wary of drinking when I discerned the wine's origin, as the dark ones are oft known for poisoning both their food and their drink,sometimes e'en in use among themselves. Tell me, good innkeep,if you would be so kind,how you might have come upon or been given wine made by the dark ones?"
She turns slightly to fix Nichtmar and Storm with her piercing gaze. "Concerning guests-and strangers-courtesy is due and it does not do to jump to conclusions just because you may not like someone based on their appearence or your first impression of them. Storm is a stranger here,not just to this land,but to the world and he does not know why he is here or how he came here. You should treat him kindly,if only so that he has good memories of this place and the hospitality recieved,when or if he chooses to leave it in quest for his mother."
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Post by Baethor on Nov 2, 2006 1:02:11 GMT -5
(joining with permission from lady elestirne)
The relative silence of the tavern is suddenly broken by a loud, whoosing sound, coming from outside. several of the windows of the tavern flashed bright red and orange like fire, then suddenly dimmed. the following silence is cut by a gruff voice shouting out.
"Ai! Ek lok-makaz. Ek drengi da Urks!
the door to the tavern opens, and a squat little figure waddles in. the dwarf's beard and hair is singed and curled, and still smoking slightly. the leather apron and his face blackened by soot, with his smile beaming from beneath his beard. "Isen! Stein o' mead brother! tonight is a grand evenin'!" the gruff little character scrambles up onto a barstool, taking off his leather gloves and setting them on the bar.
isen gives a slight chuckle, tossing a small towel into the dwarves face, which the dwarf promptly uses to wipe away the black soot. as he looks up again, isen motions towards lady elestirne before going to retreive Baethors stein. Baethor turns back to look at the elven queen. "Oh! I apologize, i dinne know we had guests!"
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