An Oath of Blood Binds forever...
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Klaz turns to Kaona glancing blue at her eyes. Shifting his look down he tilts his head up towards the three.
_"Its a story, tis all a story, I's been messed with before, and I's aints gonna be messed with again."
"Na's way, cannas be hims, .. coulds be someones else"_
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Kaona smiles slightly as the bottle drops to the ground.
_Yes, Klaz, it is him. His god sent him back to complete his oath_…pats Klaz on the shoulder…_No worries though_…..mumbles…_I hope_…
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He holds the bottle lighty; quiver in his hand. The red alcohol twirls and jumps as it shakes.
"is .. is tat him .. .. no. No. Hes dead … its .. it canna be right."
The leaves stain red as the drink falls to the ground with a quiet crash.
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A slight grin alights Kaonaâ€
s face when she sees Chan by the fires. She pauses to take him in.Well, Chan, welcome back….
She then strolls over to Horgan to buy a few bottles of Romani wine.
Hey, Klazzy.….puts an arm around Klazâ€
s waist as she hands him a bottle…_You look as if you need this_…glances back at Chan…_By the nine hells, I might need a few myself._((WB, bud))
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Klaz gazes at Chandon but does not approach. He seems startled and compelled at the old face he use to remember, the friend he use to cherish.
He mumbles quietly to himself
"hes dead … hes dead ..."((great to have ya back!))
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(( I like where this is headed. Lets take it IG…))
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Her laughing comes to a stand still at his answer, she tilts her head from side to side looking him over Hmmmm… well then, ya got no excuss ta be all uppitty then huh.
wisdom shines from her almond shaped green eyes
Nopes, Chan, same ole mix of spidy eyes and soured vinagar _a slight grins forms slowly as she watches the Elf and his body language_
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Blushes deeply at the question from Cotton.
"Normally that would be something I would not tell, but seeing that you asked with such boldness. Yes I have." Only the flames of the fire are redder that Chan's pale white skin. "It was one of the temple attendents where I was assign to watch over the flock of Corellon's."
He quickly takes another drink of the wine.
"Has horgan changed anything, it sure does taste different after al these years, but for the better." He attempts to change the subject.
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Elrin's shoulders heave and he tilts his head back, laughing heartily at the comment
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watches Elrin with a funny grin and blows at the rings Silly smoke puffin bugga she giggles shaking her head then goes back to looking at Chandon
Yep yeps, we have lots ta yap about ole fella, first is.. she winks at Elrin ya get bedded yet or ya still walkin round like ya sat wrong on ah Cypress knee?
she busts out laughing, holding her top all the while
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Elrin pulls his the hood of his dark grey cloak back, a few strands of raven hair falling about his face, and he runs a hand through it absently, pushing it back behind his ears
"Well, perhaps then… I'm not so memorable a person... I've been taught well to that regard it seems."
He takes a final draw from his pipe, exhaling one large ring straight into the air, and it settles about his head like a halo. He leans forward to tap the pipe out into the flames, and stows the pipe beneath his cloak, sliding the stem through his belt strap.
"Well, this time… I'll make sure you remember me... Welcome back nonetheless."
He leans back on his elbows, legs outstretched, and ankles crossed, and he watches the falling leaves
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Chandon smiles as he approaches the fire and sees both Cotton and Elrin.
"It is truely good to see you both again," he says through a huge smile upon his face. "Though you sound familar, but I don't recognize you," he says over to Elrin, "But hopefully we can correct that," he states while bowing to him respectfully.
He takes the offered wine, and drinks some. He then sits across the fire looking at them both.
"It is a long story, and most of it is fadeing away to distant shadows. There are somethings, even for a priest, that is hard to hold onto when you come back to the mortal world." He looks to Cotton with respect, that one would give an elder, and says, "I was sent back to fulfill my blood oath that I swore to my lord Corellon, and to the Elders of the camp. It was not my time when I fell in the bandit caves." He takes another drink of the Romi wine. "I truely hope to put the past behind me. There are a lot of actions, and words that I said before that I regreat, and that is another reason why I came back, to make ammends for them."
He looks around the camp again, smileing as he seems to take in the festive mood, that the Romi, and Gali always seem to have, even during the roughest times that he can remember.
"It is nice to see that some things remain the same through the years that I have been gone."
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Cotton leans back in her well worn rut and watches Chandon approach. Her eyes take him in, once, twice then lets out a faint breath shaking her head
Well, looky heres, a small frown forms on her pouty lips an me was just tellin Klazy when he bring ya name up that ya was a quita. Ya come back ta fullfill ya oath me hopes, cuss if not ya no need ta be here afta swearin to ya god an us Gali then leavin.
I not care much for some of ya words an actions from the past an me will be keepin me eye on yas Chan. But none the less, welcome back ta camp, hope ya prove worth ya weight in grit this time round.
She considers him a little while longer before holding out a bottle of Rom wine Watch ya step friend, an maybe things goes betta with ya.
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Elrin sits by one of the fires as Chandon approaches, still trying to wear down his rut into the nice groove he had before… He pokes at the coals absently with a stick in his right hand, his left hand holding a pipe, long-stemmed it is, and curiously carved. The whisps of smoke curl up from the bowl and it flares and crackles as he pulls deeply. Exhaling a large smoke ring, and three smaller ones through it. He tosses the remainder of his poking stick into the flames, his eyes narrowed, brow furrowed in deep thought. He barely notices Chandon, offering a slight nod before turning his glance to the flames... Though, a hint of recognition is seen in his expression as he takes a second look, and he cracks a slight smile.
"So… You've come back then... They told me you had fallen..."
He takes another puff from his pipe, the orange glow lighting the dark beneath his hood briefly, the silver in his eyes gleaming. He then speaks in elven, fluent and graceful, as a first language almost.
{e}"I remember you, friend, but I wonder… Do you remember me?"
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Awakening by the waterfalls near the lookout fire, Chandon drags himself from the the fetal position that he was in. Looking around the Nars pass, he quickly dresses, and heads towards the camp, pulling his Azure colored cloak tight about him.
"I forgot how cold the Narfell Region was," he says to himself, "How many years has it been?"
He continues along the path, and walks throuth the valley cliff to the outer portion of the Romi camp. Looking around he sees the Romi family that he once, and still has. Little Jenni comes running over, to see who the stranger is, and looks upon him with a smile, and a look of surprise.
"Did your god send you back again Mr. Chandon," she ask him. With a smile He looks back to her and replys, "Yes, he did. My work here is not finished."
She turns and goes heading off to do her normal chores, as Chandon heads to Horgan. After a few words of welcome, and Horgan giving his Welcome back discount, Chandon goes heading over to the fires, with a few bottles of the Romi wine. He sits down near the fire that all his old friends would sit with him, waiting to see if any of them returns. His mind drifts some as he thinks of his old traveling companions, such as Kaona, Cotton, Dram, Klaz, Lillith, Terrick, Bridie, Krista, and others that enriched his life.
((ooc: Well it is good to be home, and with the character that I should of stuck with from the beginning. Mad respect and much love to all the campers from the old days, and to the new ones that I hope to call friends soon. Glad to hear that we got 2 DMs for the camp. Look forward to being in some events with both of you, HKB and Riverthorn. New start, new dreams, and new directions.))
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((And what did I say on your "Good Bye Narfell" post? Uh huh, they always come back.
WB Adric and hope to see ya in Camp, this time stick to your guns and let Chandon do his thang. Always happy to welcome back old campers and new alike))
