The Drunk Elf Pirates and the Quest for the Holy Wine

The last sane person · 08-22-2003, 04:59 AM

*roya reached shore shortly after she set out. She carefully made her way to the town and was keeping a sharp look out for any of obsidians crew, finally she spots two passed out drunk infront of a bar. a few seconds later, from that same bar, out sprinted the first mate*

Roya: *odd half smile* i found her.

*she waits until xen rushes off then slips around the back of the bar adn spies obsidian. She sits and watches him with that same odd smile on her face*

Roya: *low, almost whisper voice* so, what other side trips you be planned on?

Obsidian: *same odd smile that roya has* oh, thats none of your bussiness. what you doin here? it aint time fer us yet.

Roya: *whisper* aye but tis drawin nigh. *Obsidians men burst in on the cap'n to tell of the prisonors escape, see Roya and raise a shout. Roya slips off silenlty back to the Nal and later informs the cap'n about all she saw*

08-22-2003, 04:59 AM	#11
The last sane person The Black Númenórean Join Date: Feb 2003 Posts: 6,773	roya reached shore shortly after she set out. She carefully made her way to the town and was keeping a sharp look out for any of obsidians crew, finally she spots two passed out drunk infront of a bar. a few seconds later, from that same bar, out sprinted the first mate Roya: odd half smile i found her. she waits until xen rushes off then slips around the back of the bar adn spies obsidian. She sits and watches him with that same odd smile on her face Roya: low, almost whisper voice so, what other side trips you be planned on? Obsidian: same odd smile that roya has oh, thats none of your bussiness. what you doin here? it aint time fer us yet. Roya: whisper aye but tis drawin nigh. Obsidians men burst in on the cap'n to tell of the prisonors escape, see Roya and raise a shout. Roya slips off silenlty back to the Nal and later informs the cap'n about all she saw __________________ Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.