A story told to four hyperactive hins

[shimmerxxx]

Thanks to all involved in the storytelling in Isinhold last night, think I kept the missus awake with my laughing!

I've edited the chat log and will post it here for all to read as it had me in stitches - an elf trying to tell a serious story to four attention-deficit hin!

Enjoy!



Rigrin Fristo: Oh, hi Vestele.
Chrysanthe Angale: Hi!
Vestele Laelithar: *Sits up* Hello, little ones. *Blinks* There's more of you!
Lidda Lightfoot: *giggles*
Finbarr Furey: *giggles*
Chrysanthe Angale: We're multiplying
Vestele Laelithar: Rigrin, Rysa... you found friends?
Chrysanthe Angale: *grins*
Finbarr Furey: *smiles and waves hello*
Rigrin Fristo: Well, yeah. What, you thought we didn't know anyone besides all you elves?
Finbarr Furey: I'm Fin!
Chrysanthe Angale: All part of our plot for world domination
Finbarr Furey: shssh!
Lidda Lightfoot: *waves* And I'm Lidda!
Rigrin Fristo: They're not supposed to know about that!
Finbarr Furey: thats a secret you silly!
Lidda Lightfoot: World domination? Ooooh....
Vestele Laelithar: Amith, were I in your position I would be feeling very very frightened right now.
Vestele Laelithar: They might swarm you.
Amithrul Marostyne: ...
Finbarr Furey: now you've let the mouse out of the sack
Amithrul Marostyne: *shrugs* Worst they can do is tickle...
Amithrul Marostyne: they already did that.. *grins*
Vestele Laelithar: Oh no.
Chrysanthe Angale: *grins*
Vestele Laelithar: Don't get them started.
Lidda Lightfoot: I can bite... *tries an evil laugh and fails*
Rigrin Fristo: Hmm....
Finbarr Furey: I could style your hair into last year's fashion, you'd be sooo ashamed!
Rigrin Fristo says in Halfling: Lets tickle her?
Rigrin Fristo: Cidm dusgci nih
Lidda Lightfoot: But I erm... don't usually do that...
Chrysanthe Angale: *smirks*
Vestele Laelithar: Nobody is touching my hair.
Amithrul Marostyne: ...
Lidda Lightfoot says in Halfling: Let's do it
Lidda Lightfoot: Cid'm ty ud
Vestele Laelithar: *Blinks*
Finbarr Furey: Bundle!
Rigrin Fristo: *Tickle tickle tickle*
Finbarr Furey: *tickle attack*
Chrysanthe Angale: *tickles*
Lidda Lightfoot: *tickles*
Chrysanthe Angale: *giggles*
Lidda Lightfoot: Hehe...
Vestele Laelithar: *Falls over backward as she is swarmed by Hin*
Rigrin Fristo: *Continues tickling*
Finbarr Furey: right, get the purse!
Finbarr Furey: *giggles*
Chrysanthe Angale: *laughs and tickles her some more*
Finbarr Furey: erm sorry, rough childhood
Lidda Lightfoot: Ha...
Vestele Laelithar: *She laughs and splutters in protest and amusement*
Chrysanthe Angale: *hugs Vestele*
Vestele Laelithar: Oh! You little terrors! *Her face softens slightly, her normally severe expression changing to one of warmth as she hugs Rysa*
Chrysanthe Angale: *smiles at her*
Lidda Lightfoot: Heh, no one can resist the hin charm!
Lidda Lightfoot: We're just too cute
Vestele Laelithar: *Tries to get up*
Finbarr Furey: *tries to sit on her*
Vestele Laelithar: Oof! *Is sat on*
Vestele Laelithar: No! Let me up!
Finbarr Furey: *giggles*
Finbarr Furey: that was fun!
Vestele Laelithar: *Sits up, her face red from exertion and laughter*
Finbarr Furey: more tickling!
Vestele Laelithar: *Sits*
Vestele Laelithar: Stop it! That's enough now.
Finbarr Furey: *giggles*
Amithrul Marostyne: *leans back*
Vestele Laelithar: Come and sit down, all of you. Would you like to hear a story?
Rigrin Fristo: Uh... okay, sure.
Lidda Lightfoot: Ooh I love stories!
Chrysanthe Angale: I love stories!
Chrysanthe Angale: *sits*
Finbarr Furey: that would be super!
Lidda Lightfoot: *sits*
Rigrin Fristo: *Sits*
Vestele Laelithar: What kind of a story would you like to hear?
Chrysanthe Angale: *leans against Rigrin*
Finbarr Furey: an exciting one about a hin and his farcically large cheese
Lidda Lightfoot: Err...
Chrysanthe Angale: *giggles*
Rigrin Fristo: *Is leaned against* I dunno, just think of something.
Vestele Laelithar: No no, what kind of story? Love, or adventure, or a sad story, or a frightening one...?
Torian Burrfoot: *quirks brow*
Rigrin Fristo: Umm...
Lidda Lightfoot: Adventure!!
Rigrin Fristo: *Shrugs*
Finbarr Furey: adventure!
Rigrin Fristo: Okay, that works.
Finbarr Furey: its too earlier for scary and romance is yucky
Chrysanthe Angale: Yucky? *pouts*
Rigrin Fristo: *Rolls his eyes*
Torian Burrfoot: Why not scary romance?
Finbarr Furey: *waves to Torian*
Rigrin Fristo: Hey, that works too.
Torian Burrfoot: *nods*
Chrysanthe Angale: Hi!
Finbarr Furey: come join the hinfest!
Lidda Lightfoot: *shrugs* Could work... I suppose.
Chrysanthe Angale: Come hear the story
Vestele Laelithar: *looks over* Would you like to join us for a story? These four have me too
exhausted to do anything else.
Torian Burrfoot: Hin... fest...?
Finbarr Furey: you're just in time for the chicken throwing competition!
Rigrin Fristo: Yup... we're mobbing people and tickling them.
Chrysanthe Angale: *giggles*
Lidda Lightfoot: *yawns* Well I could really do with some sleep.. Bye everyone!
Chrysanthe Angale: Have a nice nap
Rigrin Fristo: Oh, bye...
Finbarr Furey: bye!
Rigrin Fristo: Yup, what she said.
Lidda Lightfoot: *giggles* I will!
Padrin Wefnent: *leans against the building*
Vestele Laelithar: Allright, I'll think of a story.
Finbarr Furey: its story time now though!
Finbarr Furey: sit yourself down Torian!
Rigrin Fristo: Why don't you have a seat, Miss Lady By The Tree? Miss Vestele's a really good story teller.
Padrin Wefnent: *crosses his arms*
Chrysanthe Angale: Pull up some grass
Vestele Laelithar: *Thinks*
Chrysanthe Angale: Will there be a frog in it?
Chrysanthe Angale: I like frogs
Finbarr Furey: bunnies are better
Vestele Laelithar: I've got one.
Finbarr Furey: a bunny?
Vestele Laelithar: No, it doesn't have frogs, or bunnies.
Finbarr Furey: can I see?
Harlee Rift uses item's special power.
Amithrul Marostyne: Those big... bunnies from hell.
Rigrin Fristo: We were attacked by swarms of bunnies a few weeks ago.
Finbarr Furey: they were cute!
Vestele Laelithar: But it is a tale of adventure, with a bit of scariness in it, and a bit of romance as well.
Finbarr Furey: I wanted to keep one!
Amithrul Marostyne: ... *coughs*
Chrysanthe Angale: Oh goody
Vestele Laelithar: This is a story about an elf called Elmathaluin.
Chrysanthe Angale: *settles in*
Finbarr Furey: awww
Padrin Wefnent: *casually rolls off the building and turns the corner*
Vestele Laelithar: A long, long time ago, somewhere not so far from here, there lived an elf named Elmathaluin.
Rigrin Fristo: *Listens intently*
Vestele Laelithar: Elmathaluin lived in a time known by many as the Age of Dreams, when the realm of Cormanthor was at its height, and the great forest was filled with elven music and laughter.
Rigrin Fristo uses item's special power.
Rigrin Fristo: What's a Cormanthor?
Finbarr Furey: shssh! its a type of eagle!
Vestele Laelithar: It's a forest, little one.
Chrysanthe Angale: were there cookies too?
Rigrin Fristo: Oh, okay... but aren't forests always at their height?
Rigrin Fristo: Or do some of them float or something?
Finbarr Furey: *looks confused*
Vestele Laelithar: Elmathaluin came from the most beautiful of all the cities in the realm, a place called Myth Drannor
Chrysanthe Angale: Can they be at another forest's height?
Chrysanthe Angale: What a lovely name
Vestele Laelithar: It was a lovely city.
Finbarr Furey: was it made of cheese?
Chrysanthe Angale: Or little marshmallows?
Vestele Laelithar: Soaring towers of crystal spires, shimmering underneath the mythal touched sky.,
Rigrin Fristo: Sounds more like rock candy.
Chrysanthe Angale: mmm... rock candy
Vestele Laelithar: A city more beautiful than anything before or since.
Chrysanthe Angale: *drools*
Rigrin Fristo: *Pokes Rysa*
Finbarr Furey: *searches in pack for some snacks*
Rigrin Fristo: [Whisper] Psst, you're drooling a little...
Vestele Laelithar: Elmathaluin was a hero of Myth Drannor, and the finest archer in the land. He was known throughout the forest of Cormanthor, and far and wide beyond it, for his skills.
Chrysanthe Angale: [Whisper] Oh sorry
Chrysanthe Angale: *wipes at Rigrin's shoulder*
Rigrin Fristo: [Whisper] It's fine... just that drool is, umm... kinda drooly.
Vestele Laelithar: Folk would come to him, and ask him to find and slay monsters that troubled the realm.
Chrysanthe Angale: *looks sheepish*
Finbarr Furey: *pulls out some cheese and starts to nibble at it, focusing on Vestele*
Rigrin Fristo: How fine of an archer was he?
Vestele Laelithar: The finest.
Rigrin Fristo: Yeah, but how fine is that?
Vestele Laelithar: He combined archery with a knowledge of the arcane, and he could attach spells and fireballs to his arrows with ease.
Finbarr Furey: finer than a fly's eyelash!
Rigrin Fristo: Flies have eyelashes?
Harlee Rift: Its a little finer then the second finest
Amithrul Marostyne: *quietly* Like Quen.
Vestele Laelithar: None could rival him.
Rigrin Fristo: Yeah, only he's kinda mean... this other guy sounds nice.
Vestele Laelithar: *Nods* Just like Quen, yes, Amith. *Sounds slightly pleased that he is listening*
Finbarr Furey: I attached a fireball to my arrows .. .well ... I set them on fire .... erm
Rigrin Fristo: Oh yeah, I've heard that you're really good with fireballs... is it true that you're being trained by the bestest fireball thrower to ever throw a fireball, who never misses?
Finbarr Furey: he never misses, he just doesn't always hit the right target
Vestele Laelithar: Elmathaluin had a lover, his betrothed. They intended to marry and have children, and be happy together for the rest of their days,.
Rigrin Fristo: Oh, that's nice...
Finbarr Furey: awww, thats sweet
Amithrul Marostyne: *smiles faintly*
Finbarr Furey: the end!
Rigrin Fristo: But you said it's kinda scary... so something bad'll probably happen to her.
Chrysanthe Angale: *sits*
Finbarr Furey: isnt that the end? That bit always comes at the end
Vestele Laelithar: She was named Aliara, and she was one of the most beautiful maidens in all of Myth Drannor.
Vestele Laelithar: But, they had to keep their love for each other and their betrothal secret.
Rigrin Fristo: Why?
Finbarr Furey: *nods* 'cos betrothals are illegal, all those loose women!
Amithrul Marostyne: *smirks*
Torian Burrfoot: *sighs*
Rigrin Fristo: *Loud whisper* Sorta like Mister Amith and the blind girl are trying to do?
Vestele Laelithar: Elmathaluin, even though he was a great hero of the realm, was a commoner by birth, while Aliara was a nobleman's daughter.
Amithrul Marostyne: ...
Vestele Laelithar: Her father would never have approved of the marriage, and so they vowed they would elope and find somewhere far away where they could be happy.
Finbarr Furey: [Whisper] little light on the adventure so far
Rigrin Fristo: [Whisper] Just let her finish... it's a little light on the scary too
Rigrin Fristo: [Whisper] So don't complain!
Chrysanthe Angale: [Whisper] I like it!
Rigrin Fristo: [Whisper] Yeah, me too
Vestele Laelithar: Elmathaluin decided that he would finish his career, and make one last service to his city and people before he retired.
Finbarr Furey: *munches on his cheese*
Rigrin Fristo: Mister Rodan told me just the other day that he was going into retirement... but I think that what he meant was take a nap. It's hard to tell sometimes.
Amithrul Marostyne: ...
Rigrin Fristo: What was his one last service?
Rigrin Fristo: Did he pick up garbage, and dispose of it in the proper receptacles?
Amithrul Marostyne: *laughs*
Vestele Laelithar: A man came to him, hooded and cloaked, asking him to find a family heirloom that was lost in the Crown Wars.
Rigrin Fristo: Oh yeah, that's much more adventurey.
Finbarr Furey: wow, that sounds like fun, men in funny wigs and red noses hitting each other!
Rigrin Fristo: Hey... Amith's hooded and cloaked... you didn't lose a family heirloom in some war, did you?
Vestele Laelithar: He asked Elmathaluin to hunt for it in the farthest reaches of the place we today call the Silver Marches, where the empire of Vyshaan once stood.
Amithrul Marostyne: ... No.
Rigrin Fristo: What's a Vyshaan?
Vestele Laelithar: Elmathaluin accepted, knowing that this would be the last thing he would have to undertake before he could be with his love.
Finbarr Furey: what happaned to all the clowns after the war?
Rigrin Fristo: There were clowns in the war?
Rigrin Fristo: *Shudders* I wouldn't want to need to fight those.
Vestele Laelithar: He travelled to the Silver Marches, a journey that took him a long time indeed, for it was winter, and the mountains were snowed in and hard to traverse.
Finbarr Furey: shes said it was a clown war, that sounds like fun, bet there were loads of food fights
Vestele Laelithar: Once he got to the savage frontier, he began his search.
Rigrin Fristo: That doesn't sound too bad, actually... I can never get people to throw free food at me.
Vestele Laelithar: He ventured into a place known as the Nameless Dungeon, a fell place filled with nefarious traps and deadly monsters.
Finbarr Furey: no wonder nobody wanted to name it
Rigrin Fristo: If it's known as the Nameless Dungeon, isn't Nameless Dungeon it's name?
Vestele Laelithar: he battled drow, and beholders, and even, when he reached the bottom-most part of the dungeon, a terrible shadow dragon.
Rigrin Fristo: Mister Doust mentioned a tower with a shadow dragon in it.
Finbarr Furey: *gasps*
Finbarr Furey: drow are meanies!
Rigrin Fristo: I've never met any.
Vestele Laelithar: From the creature's hoard he claimed his prize, the heirloom of the family he had been asked to find. To his surprise, the family's crest was Aliara's.
Finbarr Furey: I thought I did once, but it was just an elf in a shadow
Rigrin Fristo: Well, that's odd...
Finbarr Furey: so he wanted to marry his sister?
Rigrin Fristo: What?
Chrysanthe Angale: eww!
Chrysanthe Angale: That's just.. eww!
Rigrin Fristo: She was his sister? Eww...
Vestele Laelithar: What Elmathaluin didn't realize was that Aliara's possessive father had discovered their secret love, and undertaken to remove Elmathaluin from the city and from his daughter's life.
Finbarr Furey says in Halfling: typical elves
Finbarr Furey: dabusec icfi
Vestele Laelithar: The cloaked and hooded man who had hired him was Aliara's father in disguise!
Finbarr Furey: *gasps* dun dun duuun!
Rigrin Fristo: Oh... so he had sent him there because he hoped that he'd die?
Vestele Laelithar: While Elmathaluin toiled and hunted for the heirloom, Aliara's father told her that Elmathaluin had abandoned her, and left forever.
Finbarr Furey: that's mean!
Rigrin Fristo: *Frowns*
Rigrin Fristo: How long was he out hunting for it?
Vestele Laelithar: Years.
Finbarr Furey: that must have been some dungeon
Rigrin Fristo: Oh, wow... and he didn't tell her where he was going?
Rigrin Fristo: That seems kinda dumb, if they were lovers... I know that if I had a lover and I was going to be gone for years, I'd tell them where I was going.
Vestele Laelithar: He did, but Aliara's father had forged a letter from Elmathaluin, and claimed that Elmathaluin was lying.
Rigrin Fristo: That really was mean.
Vestele Laelithar: But our hero didn't know any of this. All he knew was that something was terribly wrong, and that he had to return to the city as fast as he could.
Rigrin Fristo: And she never thought to try checking up on him?
Finbarr Furey: *shakes fist* he should boil his head!
Vestele Laelithar: He rode for weeks, barely resting, and travelling on foot when his mount could no longer carry him
Finbarr Furey: ... he ate it
Rigrin Fristo: He ate his mount?
Rigrin Fristo: Eww...
Vestele Laelithar: no!
Rigrin Fristo: Then why'd Finbarr say that he ate it?
Rigrin Fristo: I just presumed I missed something.
Finbarr Furey: oh I'm sorry I thought this was the sory of Porky the half-Orc, I'm getting mixed up
Vestele Laelithar: When he finally got back to Myth Drannor, he went to Aliara's home, to look for her, but she was not there. He searched and searched, but he could not find her anywhere.
Finbarr Furey: I'm like that with my combs
Vestele Laelithar: He came to her father, distraught, with the family heirloom, pleading to know where Aliara had gone
Vestele Laelithar: Her father told Elmathaluin that he could not see her.
Finbarr Furey: was she invisible?
Rigrin Fristo: He could have just gone blind...
Vestele Laelithar: Elmathaluin demanded to know why, and her father finally told him.
Rigrin Fristo: Did she die while he was gone? She died while he was gone, didn't she?
Vestele Laelithar: She had died, of a broken heart, a year after Elmathaluin had left.
Rigrin Fristo: Called it!
Finbarr Furey: awww, thats sad!
Rigrin Fristo: Uh-huh...
Vestele Laelithar: Elmathaluin disappeared into the forest shortly afterward, and was never heard from again.
Finbarr Furey: her Dad was a meanie! *shakes fist*
Rigrin Fristo: That's so sad...
Rigrin Fristo: *Yeah, he was mean... but imagine how bad he must have felt about it.
Vestele Laelithar: When the Army of Darkness came to the city of Myth Drannor, Elmathaluin was not there to aid in its defense.
Harlee Rift: Sounds like my old man.
Rigrin Fristo: Army of Darkness?
Vestele Laelithar: A host of orcs and other savage beasts, led by three dark demons known as the Trio Nefarious.
Vestele Laelithar: The city of Song resisted valiantly, but fell, in the end, without heroes like Elmathaluin to aid in its defense.
Rigrin Fristo: Is that in opposition to light demons? Or is it just to stress just how bad they were?
Finbarr Furey: maybe they were swarthy types
Rigrin Fristo: That's really too bad...
Finbarr Furey: so is that the end?
Finbarr Furey: they didnt all live happily ever after?
Chrysanthe Angale: *sits*
Vestele Laelithar: Some whisper that sometimes, after the Fall of the City, folk would see a lone figure in or near the ruins, searching for something.
Vestele Laelithar: Or a ghostly figure walking among the trees, calling the name of his lost love.
Rigrin Fristo: It's too bad we weren't there... I bet Rysa could have fixed her right up.
Finbarr Furey: *nods* he should have seen a cleric
Vestele Laelithar: It was said that Elmathaluin's bow was a mighty weapon of the Seldarine, made by the Srinshee her self for the arcane archer defenders of the city.
Vestele Laelithar: The Srinshee was the high mage of the city, and she made his bow for him to conceal him, wreath her im in ghostly haze.
Vestele Laelithar: So perhaps the whispers of a ghostly figure that resembled Elmathaluin are not entirely fiction
Finbarr Furey: *shivers*
Vestele Laelithar: None know his fate, or what end he met, save that he continued to defend the city and the forest long after its fall.
Finbarr Furey: isnt that a bit pointless?
Rigrin Fristo: Why did he defend the city long after it's fall, but not while it was actually falling?
Vestele Laelithar: Not to somebody who has lost everything.
Finbarr Furey: you know elves, no concept of puctuality
Rigrin Fristo: Yeah, but... he wouldn't have lost everything if he stuck around to help... and I bet that he could have found a cleric somewhere who could have raised his friend.
Vestele Laelithar: *Her eyes sparkle* So, what do you think of the story?
Amithrul Marostyne: *sighs faintly* Need some rest... Excuse me all...
Rigrin Fristo: It was really good... just a bit confusing in parts.
Vestele Laelithar: Do you think it is a true one?
Finbarr Furey: it was super! *claps*
Rigrin Fristo: Well, I don't think you just made it up.
Rigrin Fristo: The exact details might be a little off... but it probably does have some basis in reality. Lots of stories are like that, my uncle told me so.
Finbarr Furey: no, if you had made it up it would have had more cheese in it
Vestele Laelithar: *Nods. She smiles slightly, as she removes a small bag from her pack*
Vestele Laelithar: The story ends where I finished it, for most, perhaps.
Vestele Laelithar: But deep, deep in the dark woods on the edge of the Marsh of Tun, I chanced to find something that makes me believe the story to be true.
Finbarr Furey: *gasps*
Rigrin Fristo: Really? What?
Vestele Laelithar: *She reaches her hand into the bag and removes from it a large longbow, made from dark, dusky wood and engraved with gold and silver elven runes.*
Finbarr Furey: ooow pretty!
Rigrin Fristo: Oh, wow...
Vestele Laelithar: The runes read...
Finbarr Furey: for display purposes only?
Chrysanthe Angale: *giggles*
Vestele Laelithar: Acsilanirilcyel, sila anira alaseala eo Saanir Wmilllem oilcc ane aeym ilmmeamla. Anira Lamellairaa
Vestele Laelithar: Elmathaluin, may the enemies of Myth Drannor fall to your arrows. The Srinshee.
Rigrin Fristo: Huh... so that's his bow?
Finbarr Furey: cor bet he's miffed he's lost it!
Vestele Laelithar: *Her eyes glimmer as she puts it back in the bag* Who can say?
Finbarr Furey: silly bugger
Vestele Laelithar: Such things have a way of resurfacing when they are needed most.
Rigrin Fristo: What's it needed for?
Finbarr Furey: *nods* like my combs!
Vestele Laelithar: Perhaps someday I might find a champion of the People worthy enough to be gifted with such a thing.
Vestele Laelithar: But for now, you must keep it a secret. *Nods, placing a finger to her lips in a shhing motion
Rigrin Fristo: Alright, sure.
Finbarr Furey: *nods* I wont tell anyone ... not even George .. well maybe George ... but he wont tell anyone, ... well no one except other cats ....

[marklar]

long read, but very enjoyable lol *dreams about the bow*

[starofthewest]

Damnit!
Now everybody knows Vestele's weakness! Hin swarming!

[kaltorac]

Wow! ..... Great job as always .... keep it up.

[thehunter123]

wow .. i love to read things like that ! hins .. *shakes his head* .. could quite possibly take over the world ...

[Kolfrosta]

Awesome RP all around you guys. I like to see that kind of thing while I'm playing. Makes the whole server a much richer experience. Great Job!

[Haydena]

Makes me extra sad that I had to leave then, but it was starting to get kinda late and I had an early start the next morning. Bah at least you got me in there .

Looks like you all had great fun! I know I do RPing with you guys!