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Post by Slanker on Oct 20, 2005 5:47:50 GMT -5
As Crom walks out of his room within the Shield Hall, he is greeted by a surprised Taley.
- *Taley blinks a few times as he sees Crom walking into the main hall* “Is that really you, Sir Crom? It has been a while since I have seen you out of your armor, but don’t think I ever have seen you all dressed up like that before.”
- “Well…these ehh new clothes. Crom have buy them few days go with some help. They for ehh…hmm…”
- Let me guess. You want to impress a certain lady we both know? *then Taleys eyes fall on a small bush Crom is holding in one of his hands, it seemed to be just torn out of the ground, with the roots still at the bottom while the clay falls on the floor* “Excuse me for asking, but why are you carrying that around?”
- *Crom blushes a bit and starts to shift uneasy on his feet* “Hmm…this is for impress someone yes. No can keep walk in armor whole time. And ehh Crom have picked these flowers for gift to her. They no allright?”
- “Coming from you I am sure Mooi will like them. It is the thought that count that really matters. *Taley then lets out a short laughter* Though I doubt that my wife would be too pleased if I gave her something like that!”
- *Crom looks a bit confused by this all* Ehh...why Crom want give flowers to Mooi?
- “Oh, pardon me Sir Crom. I thought when you said they were for a woman I kind of assumed you ment Mooi. Isn’t she the one your in love with then?”
- “Well…Mooi is best friend and ehh Crom *scratches the back of his head* love her a whole lot, but ehh more in sistery kind of way…she all the family Crom have, well and Shields then. And Crom would go to those pitts of hell for her if she want, all seven of them.”
- *a smile appears on Taleys face* “You mean all nine of them, Sir Crom.”
- “Ehh…nine? Hmm...they must have build two new ones then since Crom last heard bout it.”
- *Taley shakes his head a little and tries to hide a grin* “I guess they have…there are a lot of demons and alike, probably seven pitts weren’t enough. You have made me curious on who the lucky girl is then though, but I will enquire no further. I wish you the best of luck with this, Sir Crom.” *salutes to Crom and smiles warmly*
- “Thank ehh you Taley…well Crom go now. Hope see her in Isinhold and try no to make too big fool of self. Farewell Sir Taley.”
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Post by Keetena on Oct 22, 2005 20:43:24 GMT -5
*the news about Crom's love are spreading easily in Isinhold where he have a good number of fans (thanks Keetena)*
(Commoner 1) - Hey, you know Sir Crom left the Silver Shields base today wearing a fine set of clothes and FLOWERS?
(Commoner 2) - Hey, you're not serious, do you know the guy he is looking for?
(Commoner 3) - Hey shut your mouth, Crom is a good guy and he likes girls too!
(Commoner 2) - How you know, I never saw he with one!
(Commoner 3) - Well, that sunite ho *ed- hehe* one, the red bard Kirina something, many says she had something with Crom, even made he a music... and I heard this one... some lovers makes more basic things *grins*
(Commoner 2) - You talk just s%$t (commoner 3), shout your mouth Keetena is a great bard with good taste!
(Commoner 3) - So you should shout yours! Keetena likes Crom and I see no reason to think he wants to present a guy, why not Keetena or Mooi, I heard she walks many times with this one, maybe he likes red, huh?
(Commoner 1) - Bah, you're fools, Mooi is bride of that muscled mustached one, Jargo something, Crom is too much Shield to disrespect this
(Commoner 2 and 3) - Yeah, really!
(Commoner 1, 2 and 3) - So who?
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Post by Slanker on Oct 23, 2005 14:54:45 GMT -5
They both sat down before the campfire in Dhedluk. It had been a long day, without any success. She didn’t seem pleased by it…and now…now she asked him what this news was he wanted to tell her. For a brief moment he regretted running into her in the forest, but that thought disappeared as quickly as it came the moment he looked at her. What to tell her? He wasn’t ready yet...no gift…still in his old worn armor…and…and. Franticly he went looking for excuses in his mind…he needed more time. Then, finally, he came up with something. She wouldn’t like the news he had heard about her squire Aelrik, but at least it was something.
A few minutes passed after he told her, and she didn’t liked the news one bit. Softly he started to mutter to himself in orc. He really hated himself for this, all he wanted to do was hold her, comfort her, but didn’t know how. Slowly she stood up, visibly upset still with what he just told her. She needed some time alone. Time to think this over, a moment to calm down. When she said her goodbyes to him and he staid behind alone, all he felt was empty.
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Post by Slanker on Oct 23, 2005 18:32:56 GMT -5
As he sat in front of The Blushing Maiden Crom tried to gather his thoughts. Then he finally stood up, with a look of determination and went inside.
- Hello ehh there.. *to the innkeeper* Crom wanted leave message for lady Glewien, she the elf who just walk in minutes ago
- Certainly Sir *as the innkeeper takes out a pen and paper* What would this message be?
- Hmm…*Crom thought for a few moments* Write eh that Crom is wait for her in those Royal Gardens of Suzail when she ready. Crom like see her gain and have some ehh…hmm...important news for tell.
- *nods as the innkeeper finishes the note* I will make sure she will receive this as soon as possible.
- Thank ehh you *he places a few coins on the table and then leaves for Suzail*
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Post by Slanker on Oct 26, 2005 9:51:52 GMT -5
After a short journey Crom arrived at Suzail, where he went straight to “The Laughing Lass”. His mood had changed a lot during the trip. He had made up his mind and no matter what, today was going to be the day he told her how he felt. As he walked into the inn he greeted the barkeep and entered one of the rooms. After freshening up a bit and changing his clothes he took a small vial of perfume out of one of his bags. He looked at it curiously and then whispered to himself “Ehh…lady at shop say it drive all women mad of desire…Hmm maybe best if Crom no use all of it then...no want everyone in Suzail.” He then packed up his belongings, left the inn and made way to the Royal Gardens. A few days earlier he had been there already and found a perfect spot. A nice bench which stood somewhat at the end and a small wall secluded it a bit from the rest of the gardens. It was exactly as Ravenna had told him, these gardens were perfect. As he sat down, he leaned his elbows on his knees and rested his head in his hands. All he had to do now was wait.
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Post by Slanker on Oct 27, 2005 9:13:28 GMT -5
//OOC: There are still some small stories missing that lead up to the next one. Hope to write those soon.
It had been a long patrol to the dwarves, as usual, but now he had made it back finally to his room at the Shield Hall. With a heavy sigh he dropped his gear and sat down at the end of the bed. ‘Nothing…not ehh a word. All she talked bout, the times Crom see her, it all bout duty.’ It had been quite a few days since he told her he loved her. She told him it was all confusing to her, that she needed time to think. He stared at the floor as several thoughts kept rushing through his head ‘How long does he have to wait? And for what? You love someone or not. What if she just hoped this all blew over if she didn’t let him know?’.
His eyes then darted across the room, his gaze stopped at the sight of his own image in the mirror. For a few minutes he just kept staring at it, eyes narrowing more and more. A thought popped into his mind that hit him like a brick wall. An anger he hadn’t felt for many of years started to build up. ‘Bah…no ehh wander she no let things hear!’. In an instant he stood up, lifted the bedside table and with a roar of frustration threw it through the mirror. The noise of shattered glass echoed through the corridors of the Hall. A few guards and Sir Taley came rushing to his room. ‘Are...are...you all right Sir Crom?’, Taley asked with a look of concern as he watched the mess in the room. Crom just stood silent, bend down and picked up a piece of the mirror. Taking one last look at his own reflection he tossed it aside, grabbed all of his belongings and stormed out.
As Crom passed by Taley caught a glimpse of the look in Crom’s eyes. For a moment Taley just stood in shock, but quickly regained his composure. ‘You’ Taley pointed to one of the guard ‘Clean this room’ Then he turned his attention to the remaining guards ‘Follow Sir Crom, try to convince him to stay or at least see where he is going. But please be careful.’ Taley then rushed back and whispered to himself. ‘I best inform Lady Sharita.’
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Post by Slanker on Nov 3, 2005 11:35:11 GMT -5
Crom squinted his eyes as he reached the top of the clouds. Slowly he opened them a bit more as he got used to the bright light up there. ‘Now...hmm...’, he thought to himself as he looked around ‘How ehh get there again…at elven lady’s place?‘ A small sigh of frustration left his lips, while he just stood there glancing around, hoping that he would eventually remember. But his patience didn’t last long, ‘Bah…Crom get tire of wait. Let decide in ehh old way then.’ He took out his axe, threw it high in the air and ran for cover. With a heavy thud it landed on the ground, Crom walked towards it and nodded ‘Well…sharp end point ehh that way …so guess that where have go then.’ He picked up his axe and continued his journey westwards.
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Post by Slanker on Nov 3, 2005 14:19:56 GMT -5
‘Ah..’, Crom smiled. He looked up at the four pillars standing just in front of him, some beautiful white lights coming from the centre of it. He looked around ‘Just need find that lad…’ As he was about to finish his sentence a soft voice spoke to him, ‘Welcome, Sir Crom. I have been expecting you.’ He turned to face her and a confused look appeared on his face ‘Hmm...ehh lady was? And know Crom?’ She nodded and smiled ‘Do not underestimate your reputation Sir Crom. You are well known…even up here. And I know exactly why you have come.’ ‘Ahh…good’, he said with a slight grin, ‘ Well... ehh Crom no even have tell short version of question then.’ With a warm smile she motioned him to follow her ‘Please come, let’s take a walk.’
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C'tair
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Today is the first day of the Rest of Your life... Not Much to look forward to, is it?
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Post by C'tair on Nov 4, 2005 7:27:40 GMT -5
he ran, day and night, all the way from suzail. short breaks to catch his breath again, walking slowly before resuming to run. the world around him has become somewhat blurred. changing landscapes, lit or cloaked in shadows, he didn't care.
fragments of thoughts echoed in his mind. again and again this word. blasphemy. what has happened, and more important, what does it mean? once more did he feel the strong wish to consult febrien. but she wasn't there. the service to her goddess has lead her away from the forest kingdom, again.
two days passed without being recognized by him, and finally the forest gave way to a huge glade. clear water shimmered in the moonlight. weary and barely able to remain on his feet he sank down beside one of the streams. after washing his face and drinking from the ice cold and sweet water, he looked around. there! in a gash between the rocks, the shadows were deeper than they should be. he had found the entrance.
the first thing he perceived, even before leaving the narrow passage, was the strong scent of the trees and plants. natures breath in a place that hasn't seen a winter in a long time. the last few steps carried him out of the shadows between the rocks and into the twilight of the nearing dawn, which slowly crept over the hidden dale.
a few hours later, after the traditional words of greeting were spoken and he had the opportunity to refresh himself a bit, he finally approached his real destination. the sacred pool lay still, it's waters unmoved, in the shadows of the trees. endued in a plain grey robe, he sank on his knees in front of it and started breathing in a certain rhythm. looking through half closed eyes over the water, a flawless moonstone in each of his hands, all he had to do now was to wait. wait until the time was right.
each new hour of the progressing day brought new challenges and obstacles to keep him from reaching the inner stillness he would need for the task that lay before him. first his own body that didn't accept the motionlessness. pain and itches, trying to force him to move, to shift into a different position. none of it happened, and the feelings faded. then the sounds around him, each of them demanding his attention. none of them were granted it, and the sounds fell silent. at last there were only his thoughts, always trying to hold onto a subject of their own choosing. unable to ignore them, he started to recite a prayer to labelas enoreth in his mind, over and over again. slowly the words became a melody, a rhythm that repeated itself while he drifted from conscious thinking. then there was nothing.
reduced to the very essence of his being, he was floating over the waves of life, or perhaps in the center of the whirlwind that the forces to be really are. an ageless place between the things that were, that are and that will be. stillness between the chaos, but only for a small time. then his presence spread, spread until it covered the whole dale, and he, unaware of his individual being, was one, one with the land. time didn't seem to exist here, and even though, change happened. the warmth of the sun grew more intense, reached different regions and finally started to fade away.
at last, a silver streak hit the water. then more and more, until the whole dale was bathed in silvery light. a new feeling arose when the silver disk of the full moon reached the highest spot of it's way over the night sky, the feeling of urgency. reluctantly his presence centered itself in the body of the elf, kneeling in front of the pool. words were forming, words that the body started to speak out loud. clumsy at first, as if it were only a puppet who's strings were drawn, but with increasing clarity, the words broke the silence all around the pool. spoken in the language of the fair folk, they were calling her for guidance. calling her, the daughter of the night skies, for an answer to a simple question.
'Is he of our blood now?'
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Post by Slanker on Nov 25, 2005 10:35:41 GMT -5
“Now…finish it!”, a booming voice scowled at him. He glanced at these pair of cold eyes beside him and nodded reluctantly. Before him lay a young woman, who couldn’t be out of her teens yet, helpless on the ground. Tears streaming down her bloodied cheeks, as she tried to move with what little strength she had left, but the pain of her broken legs was too much. Then, as she heard the strange tongue they spoke, she knew the pain would end soon. With her sleeves she wiped away her tears, started praying and awaited the faith that would befall on her at the hands of these orcs.
Unaware of any of the girls actions he glanced around. The sight of death and destruction around him pained him more then he would admit to himself, but at the same time it also awoke one of the most primal instincts he had, his lust for the kill. Slowly his breathing became irregular, the blood in his veins started pumping faster and faster when finally he let out a mighty roar. Then, with incredible ease and no time to rethink his actions, he raised his axe and buried it deep inside the woman’s chest. His gaze then shifted and stopped as he stared right into her eyes. His stomach turned as her beautifull brown eyes, that must have sparkled full of life once, started to turn white. “Well done…” the voice said again.
“Hmm…she really had pretties eyes Crom ever ehh had see”, with a sadden look he got up out of bed, still feeling ill with reliving yet another memory from times long gone. “Some milk and eat from Kale ehh sure help…Crom think”. Then he dressed himself and made way downstairs.
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