Tales By The Fire

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  Blade Dancer
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  Suddenly Sky was wavering on a calm ocean, being washed ashore a beach. She opened her grey eyes and looked about slowly, pushing her palms into the sand and steading her self up. She spat out the taste of salt water from her mouth and stumbled away from the sea. Where in the Abyss was she? A slight shrug of her shoulders pushed the fearful thought aside and she moved on, the sand making soft slurpy noises under foot until she left the wet area. She placed her hand on a tree and studied it carfefully, it was a strange tree, it had layers like scales and wide spread leave, like a fan. She cocked her head and pressed her ear the trunk, trying to hear it speak to her, as all nature was meant to. Nothing. She chewed her lip a moment and thought of what she was going to do. Shelter, food, water, the main things she'd have to get to survive. Though she felt little desire to do this, somehow she knew she would be fine with out those things. She turned around and spread her self on the sand. spread out in the same postoin she had suposidly died in. In a blink the warm scene was gone, and mind blowling pain, she was being carried. It was to warm and blury to make out who it was, she could smell and feel that it was a elf. At least I won't have to speak common she thought to her self She felt the sensation of being laid down on grass and could hear a soft mumbling, maybe in common or elvish, she couldn't tell. Then she felt the weave being tapped into, a very advanced healing spell. It covered her in warmth and healed her gushing heart, knitting the dead fibres back together and creating more blood at a abnormal rate. A cool hand rested it self on her fore head, gently stroking her hair away from her face. Her eyes forced them sleves to focus, and she felt a pang in her stomach and a slight thump of her hear, she heard a stifled gasp as she blined again. It was one of her brothers from the camp, a elf by the name of Elith. She whispered softly in the only tounge she knew, elfvish. "Brother?" She asked dazily. "Easy Sister, you are still weak, here drink this." He whispered back, concern branched his voice as he fumbled for a flask and held her head up to take a sip of warm sweet wine. Sky felt terriblely confused, she felt weak and tired yet she wanted to jump and dance around still her cheeks were red and her breath fast. Affection was such a strange thing…
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  Indiscriminate Touch
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  Romancing the... Strange Woodsman (hilarious)
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  You can sign up for an account in coppermine (a section in narfell) where you can upload pics to be hosted yourself there.
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  Rolerts tale
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  Nazkha Leaf - Druid extraodinaire
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  For love of money
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  The Warder of the Woods
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  Cike Scratches his head and starts to count on his hand "Ah Truly that bespeaks of many a lightfooted Elves I know. Ah truly tis a pity I have not the keen ears or sight of an elf to spot whom you speak of. Ah truly it could be Miss Eluriel or Sister Sul" thinks "Ah and then there is Sir Mirakila who is able to pop of thin air much like a mage!" thinks again "Ah then there are the sure footed Druids I have met …. ah truly there are many who look over those who walk the roads or dare to hunt the goblins of the rawlins" gets up brushing off his legs and starts to pull his very dark cloak that seems to add to the shadows he walks into. He waves then walks into the darkness of the forest his footsteps change from a loud crunching to a faint rustle to nothing
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  Uerials Parents
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  _Stardust was walking armor in hand to the clan elder and cheif Racktoar. He walked in noticing him with his elf slave dancer. He was grinning at the thought in his head and said it allowed "Youza gossa get naked guuuuuuuuud!" Stardust cringed knowing what would happen. Stardust bite his lip, he knew no matter how evil an elf was did not desrve slavery just death, like he would want it. "Racktoar I am ready my saber and spear are sharpened and I am ready to taste the blo-" "YOUZA DISTURBUN MEZ!" yelled Racktoar. I am sorry, and with that Stardust knew he was to be punished after the hunt. Later that day he was strapping on his armor when a Orc by the name of Wudwash came in. His eyes were a purple-red his skin almost a hazle. We are ready, he said. Stardust gave a nod putting a feather in his tied back hair. Faster than expected they entered the small cropping of unamed and unchartered woods. Strange land crooked an orc looking to be the oldest of the seven. They walked for no more than an hour when they heard the music and felt the fire. They saw a small group of male children jousting with small wooden swords and there mothers laughing around a fire. They saw a roasting pig. Wuwash said qickly and silently "We charge fast get da femalze dey kill.." Stardust sinced somthing and realised these were not evil we were. His life changed at the realisation of what was to happen to the children and women of this small camp yet a mile away from the man elven city….._
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  The Ice Maiden.
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  Just some pretty little picture I found to fo nicley with my story! http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/fp_gallery/fp2/Auril_p91.jpg http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/fp_gallery/fp2/Auril_symbol.jpg
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  First Death
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  nicely written, and remind me to make sure i finish off anything i'm fighting with gildor around….;)
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  The making of a Tyrant part one.
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  Blake is gone for good hes on the fague, I will continue this thread if anyone is interested, please post if you are, there could be many out of game storiesfor this cahracter but i'm not going to waste my time with him if no one reads em., and I will start another for my new banite, A fighter named Damien
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  One Year Closer
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  The Ice Circlet of El'lurien
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  Sleep
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  The man in a goldish and dirty plate stood covered in blood as he attempted to wipe it from his armor a bandage peaking through the plate covered in blood but seemingly not his own. A familiar voice rang in his head telling him he should stop trying to mate with the reptiles jokingly. He smirked. Seems his path was once again becomming filled with blood. Seemed not a day had gone by recently where he wasn't wading through the blood of his enemies, his companions, or his own. He rolled his head then held out his hand in an attempt to point the sword it held he watched it shake slightly as he clenched his fingers, though less than before. Well at least its better than the last one he thought to himself running a his free hand down his chest unconscoiusly. He looked down, without emotion, at his fallen prey. They had hunted him. A single slip in strategy had lead him into an ambush, yet he was strong enough to survive. Yet somehow even with this accomplishment he felt he should be elsewhere, not somewhere in h is plans, but somewhere entirely different at that moment. He had felt that way all week. He allowed himself a small sigh in order to recognize the horrible familiarity of it. He sheathed his sword, pausing a moment feeling its hilt as he did so. He lived. It was almost odd to say, almost contrary to what it sounded like it should be, yet it was true. Whether it was curse or blessing he knew not, but he did see opportunity. His plans though delayed were not permanetly prevented. "Soon my adversary.. We will meet.. If I've not killed ye already," he muttered to the wind as his hand dragged its fingers lightly accross his breast plate. "hard to tell with as many that came up to the wall.." His gaze then shifted south and he soon traveled in that direction, dragging a very large, roughly made, sword behind him.
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  Infatuation
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  Some good work here man.
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  The Dwarf Rolert
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  *edit*
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  A Street Rat's New Life : Diary of Alice Marrian
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  ((I hate trying to play catch up… here's another late entry and with yet another to come.)) Dear Diary, I met Lady Anna’s fiancé today, a man by the name of Mariston. I must admit that he is quite a gentleman. He speaks differently than most folk, very old fashioned with his words. We went out into the kobold hills today. Lady Anna and Mariston took the lead, while Alek, a woodsman I don’t know well, and I followed. I stuck by to the shadows whenever possible. This was all good for practicing such skills, I must say. While we ventured deep into the foothills, we met up with a few other folk. An elf named Sy’wyn, a woman named Daria, and another man who’s name eludes me. We all quickly noticed the kobolds seemed to be up to new tricks, as they had laid some traps before us. Unfortunately, Mariston and Lady Anna happened to find each of them the traditional way, by setting them off. They should have let me try my hand at disabling the traps (and I told Lady Anna such afterward, and she agrees). We hunted kobolds in all the foothills and even scoured a cave. All in all, it was a good adventure though. A couple of times the kobolds did seem to swarm up on us, but we prevailed and returned to the city. Alek didn’t say much to me which was odd. I found out the reason why when I retired to bed after talking with Lady Anna and Mariston for a while. Alek had left a note under my door when he had left us soon after returning to the city. He’s left for home, to tend to his sister. I’m glad he thought to let me know he’s left, and I hope he returns soon. He’s been a good friend. I’m worried about part of his message though. He wrote that he’s had dreams of great evil coming to these lands and that he’s afraid something will happen to me. I pray that he’s just had a bad nightmare and nothing more. Good night, Diary.
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  Trouble with Eastlanders
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  Moving this over to Tales by the Fire (again) since this appears to be OOC story telling (i.e. the manner in which the information is being spread is not made clear).
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  The Agent of Sinti
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