IC: Mischevious Behaviour
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Marek wakes to the feathers and stands to dust himself off with little emotion. He then takes a few of the feathers and tucks them away in a pocket.
Hmm. Well might be useful.
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Ox awakens to find himself covered in feathers
he leaps into the air waving his arms and smacks down hard onto the ground.
ow..me not fly
he leaves the hut rubbing his sore spots and spends ours watching the chickens to learn how to fly.
he eventually gets hungry and wonders off…spending hours covered in feathers until he's told gently that he's not a bird and to go wash.
he looks dissapointed about the revealation and goes washes the feather off himself.
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Covers her mouth trying not to laugh at Raven as he explains
Umm.. well, ya knows der some silly folks liven heres. But me swears me not have nuppin ta does wit its or umm… giggles well, not dis times anyhows.
innocent smile
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After spending his first ever night at the camp "sleeping on taking his oath" Raven awakes with a mighty roar, WHATS THE MEANING OF THIS, who did this? I'm No chicken! storms out of the rest room to seek out cotton ((when he finds her he explains about the feathers and asks what she thinks of it looking alittle amused after he calmed down))
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…. The next morning, anyone awakening in the gaje sleeping room will notice they are covered in chicken feathers. It appears some wacko has snuck in in the middle of the night and emptied bags of feathers on the sleeping occupants....
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_Leaning back against one of the trees near the bonfires, Ael stands, twirling a short knife around in his right hand.
The light from the fires reflect off his deep green eyes as they shine brightly from beneath the shadow of his hood.He stops suddenly as Aniel passes. His eyes closely watching her storm through the camp, and chase after Horgan.
His brow narrows. A look of concern crosses his face for a few seconds, his lips slowly twisting into a deep frown.As Lilith takes Aniel back to the hut, he looks aside. His expression blank, his mind lost in deep thought.
With a slight sigh he throws over his dark cloak, drawing an arrow back in his longbow as he stalks off into the shadows._
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by the gods, aniel, ive been cooking for you every day, are you eating your food or inhaling it? there is only so much i can bring you without putting myslef at risk too much to get more meat.
but i will try.
aniel, ,it looks like it will be terrick and not valis that will be the childs father now. valis hasbeen missing for so long. cotton wil lhelp teach it elven, as i dont speak it.
lith gets up and proceeds to help aniel back to her hut, then returns to the fores to fetch the third large meal she had prepared, and a little romani to help aniel sleep.
-sighs- i hope terrick is ready for all of this. and i hope the camp is ready for terrick and i as a couple.
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Look! There she is! Waddling into the camp, moving like an amorphous ice skater, or perhaps more like a tug boat in heavy seas, listing from side to side, Aniel goes in search of food. Her eyes squint in the blinding morning light, her skin palid from her prolonged hibernation. She holds one hand above her eyes shileding them and peering into the distaance. She spots Horgan, and, stomache out, like the prow of a ship cutting through ocean waves, she advances upon her prey. Horgan spots her, panics, and flees! Her temper has become the stuff o legend of late and he wants no part of it.
"Ah ya fek, Horgan! Gis sum grog, ahs gut a therst ah dus!"
Frowning, she turns her ravenous appetites in Lillith's direction. Grinning, but with a malicious edge, she bumps Lillith with her distended stomache
"ullu lil me sweetie! Dis ere un yous kidly sah fix me sum grub cos tis a fekin ungry liddle monsta!"
Lillith is jolted from her conversation, and looks dwon at the offending belly. Her eyes widen in shock as she witnesses the full enormity of this pregnancy. Shaking her head in disbelief, she looks into aniels eyes with a mixture of fear and pity
Edit: Coming Soon…
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lith prepasres a ripaste of roast meat, some tubers, some greens bridie … apropropiated from.. goddess knows where, and some fruits.
she knocks at the door of the hut, and enters.. very shorlty after, she leaves again with and empty plate .. and .. strangely .. some food caught in her hair..
is that a woman i cook for or a voracious beast? she mutters as she heads back to the fires.
gods. breads and fruit jams in the mornings, fresh fruit for lunch, a roast every day.. is it one child she carries or two?
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A ragged gaunt faced Aniel waddles into the Fires. She looks about with a hunted hungry gaze and makes her presence known by yelling at the top of her lungs.
"Fekin ells! Wuts ya'll trahin ta do den? Starvin me ta deded? BRING ME SUM FOODS ! Elsun ahs cum bak frum der deded an poke yous all fer eva!"
With that she stomps off to the Gali hut and can be heard yelling at Dahlia to "fek offun stup pestrin mees…"
The door can be heard slamming from the fires.
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Its quiet…too quiet.
The usual stream of practicle jokes with giggle accompanyment is absent from the camp.Aniel has been holed up in the Gali house for days now, either curled up in fitful sleep on a pallet or huddled on a chair before the fire, whimpering softly. Her discomfort and illness evident in her pale gaunt visage.
The half full bucket of saliva-vomit further testament that something is wrong.
Occasionally Lillith, Bridie or Cotton can be seen coming and going, bringing food, which is rarely eaten, or news, which is only half listened to.Edit: OOC: You may want to read this too Aniel is Pregnant
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"What the hell…?!"
The young Narsfolk male blinks in astonishment and turns to his two older companions.
"Did you guys see that?", he asks barely daring to beleive it himself.
He watches as they look at each other, shrug and nod. Unconcerned they continue to cook ther meal.
"Those Gyppo's are a strange bunch. You'll get used to them", one of his companions says glibly.
The younger man shakes his head still staring off through the rain and mist. The vision of three figures; a dark haired elf, a red haired elf and a dark haired halfing, running screaming and giggling through the night towards Norwick,blue cloaks streaming out behind them....Naked!
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Finding Dram to be his usual informative self, Aniel spends some time asking about the camp about the afforementioned incident. The usual variety of bemused and confused looks accompany smiles and shaking heads. Frustrated, she approaches the offending tree, tosses the apple up and down for a moment, then winds up and throws the displaced fruit back into the tree.
Muttering to herself as she wraps her new cloak about her shoulders she sets off for Rawlinds and some goblin hunting.
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Dram sits staring into the fires, his thoughts consumed by recent events and various schemes that are in motion. He barely notices Aniels approach until she is right by him…
Ayups Aniel is all he gets to say before the wild elf thrusts forth an apple into his face and rants…
ayup ayup ayup whys an apple doin in an acornie tree? does they fly about? does ya know wot theys does? an why theys doin it? is that why ya always sayin 'look up'? ow many apples are there up there anyway?
this continues for a while which impresses Dram as longwinded confusing talk about nothing is a pleasure of his. finally when she looks to him for an answer to all the questions , he grins and simply says with a nod…
ayup
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To Aniel's utter astonishment an apple rockets past her face. She watches the apples trajectory til it lands with a barely perceptable thub. It bounces once, twice then rolls ontto its side in red-appley innocence.
Her eyes widen as she looks up into the folliage of the oak tree above her. She looks down at the apple almost expecting it to explode and reveal its true demon form. She looks up again; she looks down;up;down;up;down agian and shakes her head in puzzlement.
Climbing nimbly down to the apple lurking on the forrest floor, she bends and picks it up gingerly. She closes one eye, turning the apple this way and that. She sniffs it. "Nup, yousun apple araht. Wuts doin inna acornie tree den?" She looks back up into the tree once again confirming its un-apple-tree-nous. "hmmm…mebe dats wut Drammie 'ayups' abaht alla tahm. Ahs gah askin im. DRAMMIE!"
She trots off in search of answers...
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_Rego chuckles slightly and drops something…...
In related news : Aniel suddenly blinks as an apple drops from the oak tree above her... she looks upward by instinct, seeing nothing._
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After the thrashing at Baba Rego's Hands around the fire's a few weeks ago, Aniel was keen for revenge! She kept herself hidden from view as much as possible waiting and watching for the moment when Rego lets her guard down. Grinniing to herself, hidden in the high branches of a tree she watches all below her. "Where is ya Baba Rego! ahs gunna gits ya !", she thinks to herself….
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Anel skips back into the camp grinning from ear to ear. Two or three days she has been gone now. She flops down at the fires and sirks at all present
" ahs did it! yup… ahs runded naky inna norik-nasti! Ahs did deded agin an wents ta der foggy place an den drammie an rego wus der inna fredlies temple and den drammie gets me drunkeded. Den dis uva townie elfie hoo is gunna mebe cum ter der camp wus runnin wiv me inna norik! "
She giggles and hugs herself in ecstacy
" Ah wus chaseded bah der guardsies ... buts deys wus jist pervie ah finkin..."
pokes tounge at cotton and bridie "yousn guts ta cum nex tahm! wus funnies wus!"
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After an exhaustive search and almost running out of nasty things to mutter about Aniel, the dwarf finally finds the club in some undergrowth. Apparently Scraps had managed to shake it off. Turning it over in his hands he can see that it indeed has runes carved into the wood. Now to find someone to translate.
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sitting by the fire watching the exchange of words the grin on Aniels face as daggoth walks away is as wide as the gnoll canyon. She leaps up quivering with mirth and races after Daggoth. As she comes up beside him she begins to cavort and dance around the fuming dwarf, circling and grinning she begins to poke him.
"wuts der madda Daggie? Didda doggie friting yousn?" giggles
" Scrappies revenjy!!" She yells with a flourish.she leans close suddenly and whispers something into Daggoths ear
"I likeses Scrappie … yousn shoulda red der wordies onna club... special for yousn..."
with that she plants a sloppy kiss on his bald head, slaps daggoth on the back and skips away
"EREVAN ILLESARE!" *the words echo back through the trees to the fuming dwarf.
