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Post by onceuponatime on Aug 2, 2011 12:50:50 GMT -5
Tilka:
"Hello!" She smiled."I'm Tilka."
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Post by choosybeggar on Aug 2, 2011 20:50:43 GMT -5
Jalgar:
"Pashan. Cherle. I see."
Jalgar grinned, barely noticing the start of a new conversation in the background.
"You're saying that your sister thinks that--"
Choose your words carefully.
"Er, doesn't get the respect she deserves for a talent she has? I know how that goes. What's her talent? And what's yours? I'll bet it's either distracting people for pick-pocketers or pick-pocketing yourself, huh?"
Jalgar made sure his wide grin belied the incriminating words. When making a joke, back it up. You're too good at keeping a straight face, he thought.
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Post by Heather Titus on Aug 3, 2011 11:09:50 GMT -5
Cherle:
"Tilka." Cherle had to force the words out of her mouth. "Nice to meet you." She stood awkwardly for a moment, wondering what else to say. Tilka had come to the inn--did that mean she also was a recruit?
"...What's her talent? And what's yours? I'll bet it's either distracting people for pick-pocketers or pick-pocketing yourself, huh?" Jalgar said.
Cherle whirled around. Please, little brother, don't say anything stupid.
Pashan snickered. "My sister's talent is boring. Read B-O-R-I-N-G. All she can do is show off with that bow of hers. Now, me--"
Yep, he was going to be stupid. Cherle interrupted. "Jalgar, You said we had the day off, right? Let's explore the city, Pashan. It's one of the biggest we've been in, so we shouldn't waste our free time, right?"
She grabbed Pashan's elbow, gave Tilka and Jalgar both quick nods, and bustled him away. She'd babbled, which made her feel ridiculous, but it was better than letting Pashan babble out their secret.
"What was that for?" Pashan demanded. "I like Jalgar!"
"I don't," she said grimly. "He asks too many questions."
"Oh, that." Pashan waved his hand dismissively and grinned. "You really think that after the last time, I'd let my real talent out so easily? Please. Give me some credit!"
"I'll give you credit when your mouth stops running like a bad dwarvish invention," Cherle muttered, glancing over her shoulder.
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Post by choosybeggar on Aug 3, 2011 12:18:36 GMT -5
Jalgar:
Jalgar shrugged to himself, watching the pair move off. He made a mental note: Definitely worth looking into. But who was this?
Another had appeared, probably a recruit. He stepped forward, offering his hand.
"I'm Jalgar, one of the recruits. What's your--"
He noticed the pointy ears for the first time.
"You're an elf!"
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Post by onceuponatime on Aug 3, 2011 14:08:03 GMT -5
Tilka:
She watched curiously as the girl dragged the boy off. They seemed to be brother and sister but she had never acted that way with her own brother. A shadow passed across her face for a moment but then the man interrupted her thoughts:"I'm Jalgar, one of the recruits. What's your- You're an elf!"
"Yes. My name is Tilka."
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Post by choosybeggar on Aug 4, 2011 14:28:11 GMT -5
Jalgar: He let a short wave of embarrassment pass at that. Tilka hadn't taken offense at his verbal blunder. "Sorry for blurting that out. I've just never seen any elves before, excluding the representative in the recruits. I'm assuming you're also a recruit?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Aside from the actual story, I'd like to have a way to communicate. In another collaborative work on the Anomaly, everyone would add text like this below their addition to the story. Does this sound like a good idea? We can tell each other our perspective and ideas here. (And figure things out when we're confused.) wherethemapends.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=newcollaborative&action=display&thread=1292&page=27
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Post by onceuponatime on Aug 4, 2011 21:12:39 GMT -5
Tilka:
" I understand. It's rare to see one of my kindred away from the woods. I am one of the recruits and I suppose you are also." She smiled.
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Post by choosybeggar on Aug 4, 2011 21:23:22 GMT -5
Jalgar:
"Yes." Jalgar looked at her bow and stringed instrument. "Pashan said his sister was good at the bow. I...assume, based on your race and equipment, that you are, too?"
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Post by onceuponatime on Aug 5, 2011 7:03:31 GMT -5
Tilka:
"Yes."
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Post by choosybeggar on Aug 6, 2011 22:51:33 GMT -5
Jalgar:
"What are you planning to do on this mission? Will you be a scout? Or are elves different in their archer skills? I guess I should know what I'M doing, but I have yet to determine that. But do you have a plan?"
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Post by onceuponatime on Aug 7, 2011 9:25:10 GMT -5
Tilka:
"I don't have a plan. But elves aren't different at archery."
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Post by choosybeggar on Aug 8, 2011 17:57:13 GMT -5
Jalgar:
"Oh. I was--never mind." He tried to come up with something witty or charming or merely friendly to say, but nothing came.
"I guess I'll leave you to your non-plan while I go and work on MY non-plan. There's a whole city to explore here, and I'm going to get to it."
He turned and left quickly, making his way to the closest back alley. From there he put as much distance as possible between him and anyone he might recognize, using gravity-changing anthropomorph-ising supernatural motion-study techniques. Using techniques like those comforted him when he thought about burning out so quickly on social behavior.
But exploring the city didn't turn out to be nearly as fun as he had thought it would.
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My character has burned out on initiative for now. Anyone up for picking up the story-line/baton?
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Post by onceuponatime on Aug 8, 2011 20:07:39 GMT -5
I'm not comfortable writing Tilka. I'm trying to work on that. ------------ She watched the man walk off. Why were humans always so embarrassed around her? She started playing her lute. In this busy city few people stopped to listen to a song. But some did.
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Post by choosybeggar on Aug 22, 2011 14:17:52 GMT -5
Jalgar:
It was the day. The big moment, the, the, whatever you may call it. Jalgar reported to the training grounds in which the company assembled.
Everyone to travel to the dwarven lands had arrived: the racial representatives, the several volunteers, and two ambassadors. Jalgar recognized Pashan, Cherle, and Tilka, but no one else except the captain of the guard.
I wonder if he's coming along, he thought.
At that moment the meeting began. A man dressed in decorative armor spoke.
"Today you set off on your mission to discover the problem plaguing our trade with the dwarven lands to the south, particularly with Crothgigen, their main city of commerce. You mercenaries' job will be to protect the ambassadors and representatives on the journey and at the city. Do not expect to have any dealings with diplomacy or politics, but leave that to those to which the responsibility is assigned. Understood?"
After a short pause, everyone agreed. "Understood."
Jalgar thought to himself, Maybe, maybe not. Who knows what the situation will be? Maybe swords and bows will be the best diplomacy.
But the speaker continued. "The caravan is ready for you to disembark. Please follow me."
He led the way to the grouping of horses and wagons. The wagons were for the ambassadors and representatives, the horses for everyone else. Several of the representatives chose to ride, however.
Jalgar attached his small bag of belongings to the saddle of one of the horses and mounted. In less than half an hour, the entire company was ready to march out the gates of Durboena and onto the road to the southern mountains.
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Okay, does all this make sense? Since this is a big plot point, I'm definitely open to suggestions for changes. Where would a caravan in a city be, anyway?
I'm assuming Veilza and Aldred are the two ambassadors, but that's based on old information. I'd greatly appreciate if gredruin and devilwarrior would put some posts on here again and help us out with logistics. (I'm not sure at all Aldred is supposed to be going out with the expedition or whether he's just an ambassador to Durboena from Nadim.)
So, what do you think of the story so far? What should happen next?
*Edit--And I'm sure more contributors are welcome!
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Post by onceuponatime on Aug 22, 2011 21:14:57 GMT -5
I think it makes sense. But yeah we could use some help. -------------- Tilka: She had chosen to ride for the expedition. The horse they gave her was a beautiful chestnut. She took off the the saddle, reins, bridle, and bit. She didn't need them. Now she was riding sidesaddle on the horse's back. The horse, Hwymla, listened as she talked to it in the elf tongue and it obeyed her commands willingly, and at once.
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