09-12-2003, 11:43 PM | #161 |
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Yes, we are. Especially ironic as I come from the Desert of VISIONS, and the desert elves are gifted with psycic stuff.
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09-12-2003, 11:56 PM | #162 |
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I'm not either!
Havent posted in a while though.......
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09-13-2003, 02:17 AM | #163 |
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Uh, well. I have always been.....um....when are we going to get on with the plot? or must we go questing after that too?
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09-13-2003, 05:56 AM | #164 |
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ooc: I'm trying to have as few special powers as I can, and for now I'm doing fine with none of them. And sorry for being away, though I was kind of afraid that I don't recognise the story anymore when I come back and I'm glad that it hasn't happened.
ic: Lefira watched Jasiara asking Desert Elves for help and was truly surprised that they didn't deny it. In fact, they promised to give them all necessary supplies for the journey. Maybe they just wanted to get rid of them, but Lefira noticed that they remained suspicious. Though Jasiara had also asked them about the Lost Caverns of Gold, the Desert Elves didn't say anything about that subject. The Desert Elves gave the fellowship food and clothes that were made of white cloth that was light but felt magically cool even under the desert sun. They were too helpful considering how they had acted when the company had reached the city. Then they had been ready to kill them, but now they even gave practical advice how to successfully travel through the desert. When the fellowship was finally ready to start the journey, one of the Desert Elves stepped closer to the company and said: "There is one more thing you need for the journey to be successful. The Lost Caverns of Gold are well hidden and if you don't know even the area where the are, you will never find them. Follow me." They all went towards a big white tent and entered it.
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09-13-2003, 09:13 PM | #165 |
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The tent of the Elder was just like the other tents, with the customary decorations such as the embroidered cushions and beautiful pottery common to these houses as the only furniture.
The only exception was the size of the tent itself, and the one peice of furniture in the village. It was a small table, carved fancifully with beasts and flowers, and had a chessboard on the surface. Just now, however, the table was empty, the Elder sitting on a large cushion opposite the enterance. The Elder was a small, slim old man, his skin darkened with many long summers. He had the pointed ears of elves, and the slanted eyes, but he was different. This elf lived in two worlds; here, in his city, and elsewhere, where time and space meet and overlap, and nothing is what it seems. He leaned forward, placing his hand, palm outward, against his forehead in greeting. South and West go to find treasure of golden hall. When purple is about, do not linger past the night fall. At orange, go east, into the rising sun, At green, your journey truly has begun. Do not stray from the course of the barest patch of sand, Or the sun will find your remains scattered across the land Ooc: Oops! Gotta go! I'll finish this later.
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09-14-2003, 07:10 PM | #166 |
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Okay, I'll finish the instructions and bring this up to the top!
South and West go to find treasure of golden hall. When purple is about, do not linger past night fall. At orange, go straight into the rising sun, At green, go North-east, else your course is run. Do not stray from the course of the barest patch of sand, Or the sun will find your remains scattered across the land. Finally, at blue, quench your thirst, from yellow But not from red, Then you will see the path that leads nowhere but ahead. Follow the path until it ends at gold's ancient mining Search you for the rock, When the moon is shining.
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09-14-2003, 10:07 PM | #167 |
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Wow. Now we have a cryptic elf to deal with. I thought ruefully as i 'over heard' the two talking in the tent.
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09-14-2003, 10:29 PM | #168 |
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Ooc: I know the answer to the riddle, but don't expect me to help!
It's really quite linear and easy, once you get to it.
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09-14-2003, 10:33 PM | #169 |
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Bugger it. I'll just follow placidly along. I think that now would be an appropriet time for a plot twist.
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09-14-2003, 10:46 PM | #170 |
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Ok, got any ideas? I know how the riddle works out, but is there anything else, I wonder?
Sorry, gotta wake up at four, and am in the middle of love complications *again* so my brain's not working.
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09-14-2003, 11:08 PM | #171 |
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Love complications? Excuse moi? In the other thread i suppose.....Well, yeah, anyways, what are we going to do about the puzzle, cause if you drop off the ends of the earth, this thread will go no where!
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09-15-2003, 11:12 PM | #172 |
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Don't worry, I won't drop off the end of the earth, and I'm not telling anyone how to solve it! It's really hella easy once you get to each obstacle.
The love complications are real life ones. Now that Raistlin has gone to another school, I find myself liking my best friend a little. He's an idiot, but he's great to talk to and loves music.
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09-16-2003, 12:49 AM | #173 |
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OOC: Ack! Ditchin' your former flame and falling for your friend?! Trust me babe, that never works! ACK! This is way off topic!
I saighed and walked up to Jasiara once seh finished her little cryptic mumbo jumbo with the other elf. "are we going to leave anytime soon or are we to rack up as many years as these chaps?"
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09-16-2003, 10:48 PM | #174 |
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Ooc: Yes it is, and one final comment. I didn't ditch him, he ditched me! *sigh*
Ic: Jasiara smiled a little. "We should go. The sooner we get to the treasure, the sooner we can go back." And the sooner we leave this place, the sooner I can forget. I will never return. She thought, biting her lip as she remembered the last of the oracle's words. How can it be? It can't, but I... Something welled up inside the desert elf, and she pushed it down again: that was all she could do. The first thing Lord Dyran had taken from her was her ability to cry.
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09-16-2003, 11:04 PM | #175 |
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"I agree, let's leave as soon as possible," Rorin said. Stupid Elves can't give a strait answer can they?!
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09-16-2003, 11:21 PM | #176 |
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Apperently not. I sighed and told my dwarven companion. he gave an exsaperated sigh and went to get his horse ready. Then i caught hold of the emotions swirling in jasiara. I nearly howled out loud in rage at that beast Dryan. I was going to kill him. Nice and slow.
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09-17-2003, 12:28 AM | #177 |
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Riddles, always riddles with elves. Aewionen sighed as she went to her horse to get ready to go.
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09-17-2003, 10:46 PM | #178 |
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Okay. Skipping the whole 'riding out of town at sunset' thing.
So now we're well out of town. Provisioned well and equipped as well as they could be, the party rode onward until nightfall. Jasiara had regained control, though outwardly she had never lost it, and helped set up camp. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The desert elves. I didn't know she still rememberes where that lies." Dyran frowned. No matter. She had kept to herself. The slave probably didn't even know that she was desert elf anymore. Still, it was surprising... he only hoped that the others of the party were still busy with thoughts of the treasure. They were trap fodder anyway. Ooc: It's interesting to play people with complex and disturbing pasts that torment their souls. I'm just glad that I'm not that way.
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09-18-2003, 01:10 AM | #179 |
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ooc: Twisted, twisted characters Kalile. Thank goodness you aren't like them. Or are you? (Insert scary music here)
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09-18-2003, 01:24 AM | #180 |
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OOC: Uh, Gulio. Are you a dwarf in this?
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