Clan Pink: The Narfell saga
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This the life story of two unrelated hin, save the common curse of their hair. They could be kin but shrugs who knows?They not very much related to my hin on the Vast but some institutional actions i've made into habit with the girls on the Vast i implement here as well. Enjoy!
When does one ask if their god REALLY likes them? (7-24-04 8:07 am local)
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The pink haired, pony tailed hin sat on the bunk, looking at her blessed Short Swords, the two extensions of her will -and her holy symbols to show her as a servant to Arvoreen. She's been in the room she's keep in good steed at the Inn for a more than a day, her current bafflement keeping her secluded until she rectifies a small mistake she has done.
Lore has it that when one receives their blessed Swords from the elder clergy, the recipient carves their names -and- the name of the patron on near edge of the blade. Ginnia looked at the edge of her blades with a sigh and a deep frown. "I can't believe i screwed up like that", the hin whined. Written on the edge of one side was the word "Ginnia" but on the other side of the blade, the error that perplexes and embarrasses the hin to no end becomes clearly evident.
'avoreen'
Heads detached? no. Band-Aids? sure! (7-24-04 10:55 am local)
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The hin came back into town, a little more in loot that she left and with a few new friends to her credit. She walked upstairs, opened the lock to her room and undressed, relieved to out of her chainmesh finally after a hard days adventuring. She placed her blessed weapons on their racks on her vanity and smiled as she gazed upon new marks in the metal, proper corrections to a small typo…
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For a smelly pair of fools (20Nov05 9:44 AM Local)
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The innkeep sneered at the hin as she asked for a room. Her green sickened complextion, slurred speach and overall weakened condition didnt help her haggling skills. Nor that fact that the hin smelt of serveral forms of chamber pot odurs, as well as other forms of decay. The Innkeep made a sudle nod to his bellhop bouncer when a kindly woman, offered to help. The woman, a Selunite Priestess, took pity on the hin bedragged him, soon aranging her to get a room finally.
The hin never got her name and after stripping her soiled clothing and crawling into the magically filling bath, soon all thoughts where behind her. It would take a day, a full day of bed rest for the hin to recover before she even dared consider continueing her search for the mercenary's jewerly. her partner for the task, a human who called himself "Ryu Batta" took leave soon after they earned some reward for the ring.
'Me wonder, if that right ring?', mumbled the hin, the warm water calming and healing the battered hin. No, the rats were not as big as houses as feared, but the traps smelt just as bad….
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Movin' time (23Aug05 7:27 AM Local)
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The door opened slowly in the mayor's office in the town of Jiyyd, and the secretary looked up from her towering pile of papers, green eyes watchful. At the door, lie a nice dressed and nervous hin, green eyes curious, tanned and freckled skin and most shocking of all, hair of glossy pink? obviously the victum of some bizzare Thayan miscraft at best, the victum of a drunken Sharessian or Sunite hair dresser…
She shuffled in the room, closing the door behind her and soft padding to the desk. she puffed her chest out, inhaling and, persumably, getting her voice and words organized in her little head....
"Me have 200 coin. me wants cit..... cit.... me wanted moves here. Me no wants live in nutter Norwicks. me no wants be 'round nutter zombied crystal folks.... uh, me is in right place... yes?"
The secretary's smile was warm then indeed to the hin's plight.
"Two doors down on the right, love. This is the office for Human, Elven, Dwaven and Orc Resourses..."
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The greater of two pompus asses… (9Jul05 2:04 PM Local)
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Two hin sit on a couch in the Regal Whore, amid the drinking and hollering, having a discussion of deminor, or for Ginnia Quick Stout, Acolyte to the Defender, the lack of…
Tando "Gears" Slipperyfoot was resting on the left side of the well worn and reasonably smelly couch, nursing a ale. With a sneer in retort to something Ginnia, said he instead adopted a high, whiny, feminine voice. "Why? and be pleasant for a change? Never!"
"Ever wear a dress?" Ginnia grinned wide and fierce, enjoying the feints and parries they verbally commited in the loud and joyful inn.
The hin's slight increase in his pupils was his only reaction to her jest, bait he continued to ignore. "if so, only after quite a few of these", holding up his ale, he continued. "which thankfully would let me f'get such an incident."
The hin smiled a expression of danger and delight, her offer no more than the a purr of a kitten.
"I know a spell that will temporally 'enhance' your bust…. nobody will forget that"
Tando "Gears" Slipperyfoot, a hin well satified with his gendur, pointed a finger at her sharply and defencively enough "you just keep y'spells t' y'self, pet."
Ginnia growled, as if she was the hunter with prey in sights and with her arms flapping at her sides, she taunted him mercilessly.
"coward…. Bak, bak! bak! Ba-aack!"
The rogue rolled his eyes dismissive of the whole action displayed. "been a while since someone who wasn't a half-orc did that t'me..."
With the late hour approuching, the hin tapped the rogue's thigh and rose up from the comfortable couch, her arms wide in a expressive yahn.
Tango reacted with typical flare and sarcasm. "awww, is Pinky sleepy?"
The acolyte of Yondalla merely grinned. "yes.... and 'pinky' is gonna sleep with her favorite blankie.... sod... you stay outta trouble" The hin female wagged her finger at him, tauntingly as she smirked sharply, at her next act, Her gesture, sutle, quick, and a wink, she embraced him in a huggle.
Tango looked confusedly but hugged her back and when Ginnia broke the embrace and started to walk off towards the door. He couldn't help but smirk, if only to regain some lost face. "an I never get inta trouble...
see y' round then, ~geen-e-ya~""behave... or i'll be looking, darlin...."
And with that, the hin priestess marchs into the hallway, leaving the smiling (and burping) hin thief in her dust...
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The bow, so cruelly well made… (13Apr05 5:58 AM Local)
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When the hin, finally crawled in her bed at the Boar in beleagered Norwick, she resigned to the fact that she was the 'proud' owner of one bugbear's bow, a large and unwieldly device. the wood, dark and twisted birch, blistered with sharp slivers, complimented the smelly elvish intestines, pulled hard to a diameter of but a few centimeters at maxium pull, used as it's string. the smell of rot hangs around the weapon like a cloak that threatens to smoother thoses around it.
The weapon, grabbed in oppertunty for raise the slain hin druid Janna during the bugbear reprisal raid on Norwick, was intended to be sold to facilitate purchase of life for the murdered female but…. she could not rid herself of the weapon when she tried in vain to sell, magically graffted to her outside bags. Millia was besides herself in bafflement to what to do.
thus the hin's latest dilema. certainly she could never afford the pirest spell to remove herself of the weapon, she is resigned to forever travel with the smelly weapon upon her back, thus forever suffer the wraith of what ever reactionary fey who would see such a weapon upon the pink haired hin...
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How to piss off a magic using hin (and two dwarfs) in one mighty Salvo (10Mar05 9:16 AM Local)
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Ginnia was annoyed. The pony tailed hin was sitting in the center of town with her friend Ginger, yapping away with some magic using hin with fashion sence of a pig. In fact, Ginnia tried her very best to not point that out to the hin, but since the hin was always ethical, eventually she admited to the hin. That's the part when the hin started to glow, you see.
sparkles of electricity jumped across each finger tip, showing just how mad the hin was getting. of course, poor and bemoaning Ginnia was unware of the magical malstrome not 3 feet from her head, when Ginger screamed for the magical hin to cease as the hins, all three where but 6 feet from the well, the source of all wild magic in the town. Ginger pleaded for calm, between apple bites and ginnia slipped more into her finacial depression…
The female elf, the one who provided the apples to a hungry Ginger in the first place (bless her, she salavates simply in sight of the fresh fruits) simply smiles and giggled softly to the hin antics and complaints...
Forget the fwarfs, they were jerk militia anyway :roll:
1000 pounds of fear, blessed and dominated (10Mar05 9:24 AM local)
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The intial patrols had no clue at first. The goblins milded about, teasing each other in cruel hateful tones, typical of goblinoid society where one advances on the backside (warm, wet, bloody or otherwise) of it's kin. The felt the soft winds but never saw the gigantic shadow until it was too late….
Later, as the patrols began to scream in the dark, did more militant goblinmoids move out to investigate, filled with mild fear that the Yugi had advanced in this section of the woods to finally wipe out the tribe.
the truth was less than what they thought but that didn't matter, as the patrol was wiped out to a goblin, the victum of nature, divine blessings and promises of lots of fish if they pulled this off….
Later, near a stream.
As the hin rests near the water, "Damn, girl. That had to be the BEST idea i came up with it", Boasted the hin Ginnia, with her chainmail jerkin pulled off and her bosoms free to breath.
Ginger snorted loudly in amuzement, who was snuggled up against the smelly grizzly bear named 'Boo-Boo', lovingly sighed contently to the sleeping bear, extremely full of fish that the hins and elf scout had promised to give to the bear for a successful 'terror campaign' on the goblin patrols, retribusion for the goblins agreesiveness to adventurers earlier in the eve.
The elf scout was about, doing things that elfs do out of sight of prying eyes of non-Fey (and because i forgot her name but we had a blast regardless
), Ginger was finally falling asleep and ginnia was inspecting her bare torso for the lastest scars…