by Corinth on Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:51 pm
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Nodding to Kerilan, Corinth stopped at a building's corner within view of the stall. Smiling to himself, he watched Kerilan's exchange and thought on what she had said. "A pintof whisky? You are made of stronger stuff than I!" I might have explaning to do, he thought to himself,when I set the bottle on fire. Giving a small scoff, a nearby woman looked at him alarmed. Giving a small wave, Corinth watched as the woman moved away, trying to ignore him, provocking a small laugh from Corinth once more. |
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by Ellishul on Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:50 pm
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Seeing the pair walking toward the stall Ellishul stifled a small groan, remembering what her boss and tutor had taught her. ‘You may be dealing with healing girl but remember that the customer is still always right!’ Even now the comment made Ellishul roll her eyes; how can the customer be right about healing herbs unless they were a healer themselves, in that case they would need her services. Returning to the present the young woman smiled at the two as they reached her “Greetings and may I say that was a well fought round of sword play!” She nodded towards Kerilan. The turning her attention she introduced herself “My name is Ellishul, and I can offer any advice or service in the way of healing then I am happy to help.” She gave a little bow as she had been told to do. ‘Stupid customer service tricks!’ She added to herself. |
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0 10 0by Kerilan on Sun Jan 31, 2010 7:44 am
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Kerilan's eyes hardened for a moment. "It certainly was not well fought," she snapped coldly. "He almost bested me because of a pebble!" She sighed, suddenly feeling the effort of the fight and the pain in her leg. What had she done, to anger Loviatar so? "Forgive me, I am not in the best of spirits. When we met before, you offered me something to ease my leg. Might I ask what it was? It seems that my god is not inclined to heal me and I am in need of help unless I want to spend the next few weeks unable to walk." Her hand went briefly to the scar snaking across her collarbone. "And then perhaps you would join my new friend and I in the Inn?" |
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3 14 1d8by Ellishul on Wed Feb 10, 2010 1:22 pm
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Ellishul glanced down at the leg in question and frowned. Just from looking she could tell that the leg compared to the other one was slightly swollen. “Hmmm” she said to herself “If it is a long term injury there could be a risk that it is infected. I would not be able to tell for certain unless I saw the leg bare.” On the stall was many vials and pouches filled with different remedies, Ellishul picked up a small jar and handed it Kerilan. “Rub that into morning and night, but give it time to soak into your skin before putting clothes on top of the cream. It is just a mixture of lavender and moonbeam flower. It should help to take the pain and gentle heal the skin. However if it gives no relief then it is because wound is infected.” Coins quickly exchanged and Ellishul smiled. “I shall see you in the Inn this evening, unless either of you need anything more of me before then.” |
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0 10 0by Kerilan on Sun Feb 14, 2010 11:49 am
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Kerilan nodded her head once, passed coins to Ellishul, and turned away, her eyes seeking Corinth. "Now, how about that drink?" She led the way to the Red Barrel Inn, freeing her hair from it's leather tie and letting it fall loosely around her shoulders. Her aching muscles told her that she should really go and soak in a tub soon, but her desire for a strong drink over-rode that thought. Once inside the Inn, Kerilan swiftly ordered whiskey for Corinth, although not a pint, and a tankard of mead for herself. Sighing in relief as she took the weight off of her leg, she smiled at her new friend. "So, what brings you to Red Barrel, Corinth?" Across the room, a bard was tuning up a lute, clearly about to begin a performance. |
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3 14 1d8by Corinth on Sun Feb 14, 2010 4:42 pm
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Following Kerilan to the inn, he took his seat next to her and took the whiskey she had ordered for him, setting it aside for later. Placing a cork wafer on top of it (a trick he learned to keep people from drugging the drink), Corinth asked for a cup of the cheapest rum the bartender had. I'm going to have to explain that later.... "Nothing against you, Kerilan, but I have other plans for the whiskey. Anyway, I just came here for a good story. I'm a bard, but not the kind like the one over there with the lute. I'm more of a Jester, one who uses jokes, insults, and magic to boost people's confidence and abilities." Putting down the appropriate coins for the rum, he took the cup and took a sip. It was watered down, but Corinth took what he could get. "But, now adays, I'm a writer. I've just been lacking a good story. How about you? You seem to have been around the track a few times. Other wise, you wouldn't have bothered to learn to fight like you do." |
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0 11 1d4by Kerilan on Wed Feb 17, 2010 2:42 pm
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Kerilan raised an eyebrow at the covered whisky glass, but didn't comment, her mind already deciding how much to tell Corinth. She touched the amulet around her neck. "I was raise in the ways of Loviatar, and trained from a young age to honour her with my sword. Fighting is the only way of life I've known, and probably the only thing I would ever have been any good at. I can't carry a tune, and my dancing... best hope you never see. I can't weave cloth without there being more holes than cloth, I can't sew... you get the idea. I did try my hand at tavern work for a time, but after Ipunched one too many customers, the owner told me to go. So... I fight. There's always folk wanting a mercenary to take care of wolves stealing their sheep, or bandits raiding a town. And when the coin is slow, there's always a few fools in every town who think they can best a mere girl." She grinned. "I think you came to the right place for your story. I've not been in Red Barrel long, but it seems to me that this place attracts trouble and strange goings-on. I heard tell it was once attacked by dragons." |
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3 14 1d8by Raven on Fri Feb 19, 2010 6:01 pm
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The horse pounded the ground as its rider pushed it harder towards Red Barrel. The ride had been long and hard, but it was almost over. She was going home. Pulling the reigns to halt the beast was woman with auburn hair and deep blue eyes, before her was the sea and the town which she had called home in the past. But now it held too many dark memories, seeing its distinctive building was almost like a distant calling into her thoughts. Names and faces long since forgotten still called her. Closing her eyes tight and wiping a threatening tear away Raven Lace sat up straight in the saddle and patted the horse as it stomped the ground impatiently. With a firm kick the horse belted onwards towards the town. Soon the sound of hooves on cobble stones echoed through the streets. Merchants cursed at her as she made little attempt to dodge people in the street. She was on business and no one would get in her way. Outside the Red Barrel inn Raven dismounted from her horse and led him round to the stable. A stable boy carrying a saddle bobbed at her as she approached him. Saying nothing but passing the boy the reigns to her horses bridle and a silver coin for his effort the woman turned back towards the front door. It was only now how much she realised that her legs ached from the long ride. At the front door of the Inn Raven paused just a moment, the memories swelled around her. It would be so easy just to run away from the ghosts. And her employer would not pay her if she failed to deliver. Pushing the doors open she entered the dimly lit inn. The light, the smell even the tables and stools...it was all the same. That same tear threatened to fall from her eye again. Giving herself a little shake Raven headed to the Inn keeper who spluttered his surprise at seeing her. “Room for one people Inn Keeper!” She said with a gentle smile, but resisted in giving the old man a hug. Still startled the man passed her a key which she accepted and before heading towards the stairs added “I’ll take supper too.” With that said Raven found the room she had just rented and let herself into a small dark room. There was nothing in it but a single bed, a table and a chair. On the table was a bowl, cold jug of water, a candle in a holder and some flint. Tossing down her heavy bag onto the floor Raven sat on the bed and began to unlace her riding boots. But it was only a matter of seconds before she had fallen back onto the bed with a heavy sigh. She had returned. |
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