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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Jun 10, 2006 7:48:42 GMT -8
She had followed all the leads and rumors of his whereabouts; the latest bring her to the Kingdom of Akliceium. The story she had heard put him somewhere near a town called Whitestone. Several days ago a kind farmer and his family had given her shelter in their barn from a sudden spring storm. She had stayed a few days to rest and enjoy their meager hospitality. It had been months since she’d left her home and “father”.
“Papir, I do indeed miss thee.” she whispered to herself. Just then the door of the farm house opened the young son of the farmer came running toward her.
“Today, yes? You promised today!” he asked.
She climbed down from the fence, tousled his hair, and laughing replied, “Yes today.”
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Jun 14, 2006 12:09:34 GMT -8
She had actually stayed longer than planned; it was hard to leave the peace of the small farm. But today she had to move on; she had to reach a place called Mandrakes Landing before autumn. The farmer offered to take her into the nearest city; he had a load of produce to deliver to a tavern there.
“Lockling is a large place, real nice if you likes city life.” he had offered, “and I have to make a delivery to a place called the Iron Traveler. You’d be able to get better directions to this other place you’re a-goin to.”
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Jun 17, 2006 8:34:49 GMT -8
Chyla did ride into town with the farmer. He had made arrangement with a Tavern in the Salamin district for this load of produce. As they enter the city gates all of Chyla’s senses came alert; this was a huge city. They drove thru several districts, Chyla taking mental note of each, but it was the merchant district that caught her attention and she stopped the farmer.
“I can get off here; I think I’d like to look into several of these shops.”
The farmer came to a halt and Chyla stepped down.
“Be careful lady, there be many a rogue lookin to take ad’vange of a stranger.” He said with some concern.
Chyla smiled at him, “I’ll be careful. Where is this inn you are going to?”
“It’s called the Iron Traveler and it’s just up the street about a half mile, ya can’t miss it.”
Chyla thanked him and watched as he continued on.
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Jun 22, 2006 10:39:18 GMT -8
The shop wasn’t very large, but seemed to carry a variety of weaponry. But the thing that caught Chyla's eye was the bow, it was exquisite. Chyla reached out to touch it just as the storekeeper stepped up.
“Ahhh…yes she is a thing of beauty tis' she not, grand workmanship.”
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Jul 5, 2006 9:50:05 GMT -8
Chyla admired the bow a little longer and asked the price.
“Hmmm” she sighed she would have to give this some thought, she really didn’t need another bow at the moment and she needed to be very frugal with the coin she did have. If she didn't find him here she was going to have to travel to that town in the North. Thanking the storekeeper she left and headed in the direction of the Inn and Tavern the farmer had told her about.
The brief walk was a cornucopia of sensations for her sense as she passed each of the different merchant shops and stalls. Fresh bread, roasting meat, brightly colored fabrics and the smell of herbs from the apothecary.
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Post by Diz on Jul 7, 2006 6:38:06 GMT -8
Strung out and weary from a hard 10 minutes of research, Dizsen decides to wander around for a while, mostly because that has so far been the best way to discover fun and adventure. After a while he spots a woman leaving a shop with a wanting look on her face. She seemed interesting enough do grasp Dizsen's attention for now and he decides to follow her, hoping to learn more about this woman that he hasn't seen around here before. Watching for a good while, he was able to tell that she was new to the area because she seemed to have the same look, he himself had in his first few months here. "I will most definitely have to look out for her around town" he says to himself. Then she seemed to look right at him but did not seem to notice that he was following her."Had she caught me following her" He thought. The proceeded to continue.....
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Jul 8, 2006 14:27:17 GMT -8
Chyla continued on, sensing someone following, she pretended to turn and check her directions. Ah, yes, there he was a very disheveled looking character; well she would keep a sense of where he was. She reached the Inn and Tavern just as the farmer was finishing his business.
“There you are, this isn’t the best part of town, but you should be able to find a caravan headed north. I wish thee fair travel.”
Chyla entered the Tavern and looked around, taking a seat near the cold fireplace yet facing the door, she ordered ale and did what she did best …watch.
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Post by Diz on Jul 8, 2006 22:54:01 GMT -8
Following along, Dizsen saw the woman stop and look as if she were finding her way. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book, but it was the look on her face as she looked without looking at dizsen. "Am I that ragged that I repulse those who look upon me?" He thought. He watched her go into the tavern, amused with this turn of events he walked inside, checking over his shoulder as if expecting someone to be behind him. Dropping some gold into the bowl at the bar, and giving Anya the hostess of the Inn, a sly wink; He quickly found where the woman was sitting and made his way to her table with two cups. "You should try the Blue Stuff, it is as potent as it is tastey." Dizsen said as he smiled and sat down at her table. He half expected to get pummeled and judging from the look of the surprised woman, he may very well be correct.......
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Jul 9, 2006 10:27:31 GMT -8
Chyla looked up at the human with a bit of surprise. He offered her a tankard containing a pale blue liquid.
"I have a drink , thank you. And this table is occupied...by me. Please so kind as to find seating elsewhere...sir."
In the time she had been travelling she had often been in the postion of having to fend off unwanted attention. Although most of the time it was unneccasry to go beyond the vocal rebuff. Most just assuming she was just "uppity" as humans seemed to think of her kind. Most of the time all that was neccessary was a vocal statemnet and the removal of the hood of her clock and most got the hint.
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Post by jeanwitton on Jul 9, 2006 13:27:47 GMT -8
A sly grin overcame his face, as he watched Diszen get outright shut down. He had been sitting in the tavern before the arrival of these parties, enjoying an unusual break in what he perceived as a hectic schedule. He had taken a short break from his politics and from the Ten Coins to enjoy a mead or two and watch the local drama unfold on it's favorite stage: the Iron Traveler.
"Imagine that. Just when I thought my drink was getting a little warm this fine lady comes in and ices the whole room. My compliments to you, miss" He grinned and raised his drink to her.
"And Diszen. Maybe a little strong with the blue..."
He snickered to himself and took another drink from his tankard.
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Post by Diz on Jul 9, 2006 14:53:41 GMT -8
Somewhat dissappointed "Please forgive me miss. I did not intend to bother you with the burden of good company. I merely wished to make a new face welcome since I know the feeling of being new to town. I care not what you are or what you look like, those are all just semantics. Keep the drink and do what you may with it. It was yours when I payed for it. Good day madam." Bowing, Dizsen went to the furthest table away from this woman, sat down and started writing something in his small notebook that he carried. Noticing Lord Whittons' amusement, he awaited the teasing that may or may not follow.....
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Jul 10, 2006 6:36:07 GMT -8
With one finger Chyla pushed the tankard of unknown drink to one side of the table. Eventually one of the servers took it away. As she observed the variety of patrons in the tavern, she wondered what kind of dealings her brother could have had with these people.
Several were obviously from Whitestone, as she was to discern had been destroyed and they were now here in Lockling. She listened, trying very hard not to laugh at an exchange between the owner, a very handsome young man and a female fox. She didn’t have to hear the entire conversation to see the man’s reaction as both openly flirted with him. He was a study in the shades of red a human could turn. Then she heard his name, he was a knight and former resident of Whitestone. She had heard his name before; it was on her list of possible contacts in regards to her brother. She watched as he paid for a room and took the key, he seemed to retire for the evening.
She inquired about a room and was able to procure one. Not sure of the security within these walls, she made note of all entrances and exits: one could never be to careful.
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Jul 24, 2006 22:23:17 GMT -8
Chayla had sat and watched the various peoples coming and going. The conversations had ranged from talk of werewolves to a gypsy looking for a ring. The only thing she didn't hear was the name she sought.
"Tommorow I will have to find a way to get to Mandrake's Landing." she thought to herself.
Hopefully she would locate a caravan or small group she could travel with. for now she would try to get some rest, the heat of the day was draining, a cool bath would be nice. As she rose to inquire of the woman that ran the place, the human male that had offered her the drink earlier returned.
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Aug 1, 2006 23:17:10 GMT -8
After several days, Chyla finally secured passage with a caravan headed north and west. She would be able to travel with the small group to Mandrake's Landing. This was the last city on her list, If he wasn't there she would have failed and have to return home.
They would leave in the morning, it woild take a full three weeks to reach, assuming they ran into no trouble.
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Aug 6, 2006 22:00:25 GMT -8
Today she would leve on the caravan. After she had made the arrangement, she had moved her things to the encampment. This group was gypsy...freindly and always it seemed in good spirits. according the the groups leader they would reach Mandrakes Landing before the end of the month.
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Aug 15, 2006 10:11:55 GMT -8
She had been traveling with this group now for eight days. From the caravan master she understood them to still be another two week from their destination. If she traveled alone she would have made better time, but there was some safety in numbers, besides this group was friendly. There was a family with several children, which had befriended Chyla. Just like the farmer’s son, the two boys had taken to her right away, she could use a bow and that fascinated them. After setting camp early one evening Chyla had allowed them to come with her to hunt. She had fashioned small bows for them, and showed them how to use them. She watched now as one walked, puffed with pride, and handed a rabbit to his mother. Both the parents praised the boy, the father stating they would eat well this night, and then looking at Chyla smiled and invited her to join the “feast”.
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Aug 21, 2006 7:11:02 GMT -8
Chyla awoke, the dream had repeated yet again. The last conversation she had with her "father". It had started again a couple of nights ago. Chyla wonder why now, she had come to terms with the facts, for the most part. Looking at the sky it was just beginning to turn into the shades of dawn. Sighing Chyla rose and went to the campfire, stoking to heat some water for tea. They were now about four days away from this Mandrake's Landing place. The terrain, had change two days ago, more to Chyla's liking. As she sipped her tea and fingering the locket on her neck, she listened to the sounds of the pine forest come to life.
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Aug 24, 2006 9:14:04 GMT -8
The caravan had begun to see signs of something happening. There seemed to be more people on the route, all headed toward Mandrakes Landing; all seemed a bit dazed and confused. Now just two sunrises away from their destination they could feel the tremors in the earth, the animals seemed nervous and a sense of unease seemed to settle on the travelers.
This morning they had seen the smoke from a nearby peak as a fine ash had begun to fall on them.
“Ah, that explains it,” the caravan master had spoke up, “that be the Dragons Snout.”
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