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Post by Miara Darkrose on Jan 5, 2014 3:19:51 GMT -6
Stepping into the town square Miara looked around, the peasants bustled about gossiping about everything that had been happening throughout their lands, from demons, to a corn shortage, to a barbarian horde attacking and claiming land. This land seemed prone to chaos, and that suited her just nicely.
she strolled along, keeping to herself and observing the people of Wildgard. Choosing a bench she sat down, her eyes gliding from person to person observing them as one would their pets and listening to their conversations.
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Post by Hunter Snowstrider on Jan 5, 2014 3:28:26 GMT -6
Hunter Swiftly yet slowly steps through the town square, listening in on various conversations. One about a shipment, another about a sale of some sort. He notices a lady sitting on a bench, alone.
She wears a black dress with her hair tied back.
"Interesting" he thought. He moved to the shadows to keep watch.
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Post by Sarea Riel Dirao on Jan 5, 2014 20:32:56 GMT -6
As Sarea stepped over the bridge into Town Square, a basket of flowers tucked into her left shoulder, she noticed how absolutely busy the town was in the middle of winter. Usually, residents were inside their houses, trying to keep warm by a fireplace or with a belly full of mead and meat, keeping clear of the barbarian horde as to not anger them and endanger their city, but today was strangely busy.
The bard pranced into town, evading people as to not bother anyone with her gleeful yet careless hops: she'd finally finished writing a beautiful composition for the beautiful woman she'd seen wandering the Basilica, and had thought to present later that night. As she danced gleefully through the streets, she noticed a woman of pale complexion sitting on one of the snowy benches, being watched by a strange hunter with a bow, whose eyes were full of intrigue. "Who...?" She wondered aloud as she stepped towards the bench, finding herself filled with the same intrigue as the hunter. |
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Post by Fallen on Jan 6, 2014 3:15:18 GMT -6
Leaning against a building, just barely in view of the patrons of town square a dark man stood. Although he lingered in the shadows, his preferred environment, they didn't do him much good. His black cloak (which completely covered his body), cowl and scarf stood violently in contrast against the snow covering most of everything.
Arms crossed under the layers of fabric and head down, he watched and listened to the people moving along with their business. Most of them paid him no mind and those that did quickly scurried away. For at a quick glance it would almost seem like this man had no face, with only two red eyes burning from under his hood. He hadn't been standing here very long, neither had be been in this town very long. But it already seemed like this was the kind of place he would thrive in. With demons and discord he should definitely be able to make a living. Then again, there was always someone wishing to call upon his profession.
Only when a very beautiful and different looking woman stepped into the square was his interest peaked. She was everything he was not, the very opposite side of the spectrum. Her pale skin like the light of stars next to his as black as a moonless night. Her hair, long and an ebony black where his was not even shoulder length and as colorless as the flakes of falling snow. He could not help but to be drawn to her, unfortunately he was not the only one it seemed. Under the scarf that was pulled up over his nose he sneered in disdain. A wood elf was approaching her. Urg. So pure and bright and high and mighty, he didn't much care for wood elves. Despite himself any desire to step into the light left him. He would watch for now, he supposed.
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Post by Miara Darkrose on Jan 8, 2014 14:10:25 GMT -6
She could feel that people were watching her, she smirked slightly, 'if only they knew' she thought to herself. She continued to watch the crowd around her, but her eyes every so often drifted to where two of those watching her concealed themselves, she may not be able to see them, but she knew they were there.
she sighed as her eyes settled on the one who was approaching her, a female wood elf, the lithe girl reminded Miara of sunshine and happiness. it made her sick. she would be civil though should the girl speak to her, it would not do to make enemies yet.
Running her fingers through her long hair she pulled it to cover one of her shoulders, she then turned her attention to a group of women who were gossiping loudly near her, hoping to find something that would aid her in her plans.
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Post by Hunter Snowstrider on Jan 8, 2014 21:39:06 GMT -6
He noticed an elf approaching the black hair lady. The elf carried a basket of flowers. The flowers possibly used for making a remedy of some sort. She moved with grace as of any elf. Se carried an aura around that seemed happy.
But, the black hair women seem to emit an unusually strong presence of something that consumed her.
"Hmmmm, something is definitely abnormal of her." He whispered into the cold winter air. "There is another person watching other than the elf and me. Someone that alluring is probably catching a lot of attention right now."
Hunter reaches for a flask in one of his many pouches and takes a swig from it while continuing to watch the elf and the black haired lady.
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Post by Sarea Riel Dirao on Jan 10, 2014 0:23:46 GMT -6
Sarea continued skipping towards the woman on the bench, not minding the bustling crowds of people as she advanced. No matter how dark and gloomy the people watching her were, she wouldn't let that dampen her mood, especially with love finally returning to her heart.
Suddenly, she felt a slight nudge from beside her, sending her toppling onto her bum onto the pathway. Cradling her side that was pushed, Sarea looked around to see a small man in a purple cloak with a dusty brown beard nearly as long as his own body. "Sorry, miss." He said in a recognizable accent: a dwarven accent. Sarea sneered: how dare this murderous, treacherous creature apologise to her, who lost so much to them. The bard stood up and looked the dwarf straight in the eyes and removed from her sleeve a sleek black wand, pointed directly at his oversized nose. "Leave me be." She hissed, causing the dwarf to run away.
The bazar fell silent as the dwarf ran for his dear life, causing Sarea to being sweating of anxiety. She hated dwarves so much, but hated hurting people even more. She looked back at the woman on the bench and adjusted her turtleneck anxiously before moving forwards to talk to her.
As soon as she stood in front of her, she tipped her hat, curtsied, and slid her wand away. "You're new, yes?" She asked quaintly, her voice still shaky from the outburst a few seconds ago. |
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Post by Miara Darkrose on Jan 10, 2014 0:47:43 GMT -6
Miara looked at the elf. "yes i am new to wildgard. this place seems interesting." it took some self control to keep her voice from showing how much she disliked the woman already. "have you been in wildgard long?"
she tilted her head to the side as she looked at the elf. the incident with the dwarf had been interesting. so even someone this full of sunshine had some darkness in her. this could be interesting.
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Post by Fallen on Jan 10, 2014 1:29:13 GMT -6
Even for the distance he was at, when the elf was knocked to the ground he couldn't help but feel a tiny shred of satisfaction shoot through him. He was not a cruel man, but his dislike to elves probably rivaled the show of dislike the wood elf showed the dwarf that knocked her down. Snorting he rolled his eyes. Elves pretended to be so righteous, wise and kind, but deep down they all had the mean streak that this one just demonstrated. What was even worse was that they looked down on drow for the way they acted, even the way they looked, calling them ugly or disgusting. Hypocrites. At least drow did not pretend to be something they were now. Elves were just as ugly.
Trying not to get worked up he took a breath, steadying his gaze. The elf was talking to the mysterious woman now. Despite her beauty there was a dangerous air about her that he couldn't identify. Perhaps it was the way she held herself. But either way it was there.
Curious, he kept watching, head bowed to hide his face from passersby.
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Post by Broton on Jan 10, 2014 3:21:48 GMT -6
Broton was wondering the streets of Wildgard still learning every path and way, eating an nice carrot as he goes. "Ah today is going to be a great day, I can feel it in my bones." talking to himself as he mosses about. He nodes to folks as he goes, still getting to know as many folks as he can while hes in this fine town.
As he makes his way to the town square he sees a small man in a purple cloak with a long dusty brown beard running in his direction. As the man gets closer, Broton can tell he was a fellow dwarf and was scared, "Good day *nods* *chomps his carrot*... whats the problem friend?" he calls out to the other dwarf in dwarvish. The small dwarf just runs past Broton, but yells in dwarven "The town square, there's a witch, run!"
Broton just takes another bite of his carrot and makes his way to the town square, "I knew today was going to be a great day! *Chomp*"
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Post by Gaulwin on Jan 10, 2014 9:29:16 GMT -6
Gaulwin trotted through the square. To his relief, there were a few people bustling around. Though the atmosphere held a heaviness that he couldn't pin down yet, new faces piqued his interest. At a loss as to where to go next, he slowed his pace and peered down alleyways, eyed up buildings... and paused. A short-lived tingle shot through his upper body. He knitted his brow, and turned his head slowly towards one area in particular. Squinting his eyes, he tried to make out the dark figure up against the wall. Just as his curiosity caused him to start off in the direction of his gaze, he found himself knocked over by a frightened dwarf barreling through the square. He let out a startled scream, and hit the ground with not a shred of grace.
"Urh...." he moaned lightly, and blinked hard to get rid of his double vision, slowly pushing himself up on one knee, and jumping back to his feet. What had scared that dwarf so much? he pondered and shot a glance over towards the elf and mysterious lady talking, where the short individual was running from. Not too far from that was the person shrouded in black that had distracted him earlier. He wiped the snow off his cloak as best as he could, and perked his ears in hopes of catching a few of the words exchanged between the women. It was a difficult task, though, as yet another dwarf had appeared with a booming and powerful voice. Perhaps I can casually make my way over to the others... he thought. There must be something in that area that they would assume I would be on my way to, be it a shop, or tavern...something.
Picking up his trot where he left it, he adjusted the bag on his shoulder and made his way along the buildings. Something about the boisterous dwarf made him uneasy, almost as much as the shady figure in the alley. Leaving fairly quickly was probably the best course of action, he figured. He kept a tight expression, his eyes straight ahead and focused on nothing in particular as he passed the elf and the lady talking. Apparently the lady was new in town, but that was all he managed to pick up before jumping at a movement from the darkness in the alley. At that, Gaulwin's eyes widened a bit, and he broke into a run heading out of the square. Blinded by fear, his peripheral vision did not allow him to see that the figure merely bowed its head. If anyone were to question him, he was tavern-bound.
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Post by Ellie Moonsine on Jan 10, 2014 15:16:39 GMT -6
Steping out of the Inn, Ellie walked around the city, getting some fresh air. She kept herself locked up in her room since she got back from her travels. Ellie was still greaving for her son, Aldrich, who died saving her from a monster. Ellie wanted to make a new lif for herself here in Wildgard, but since loosing Aldrich, it's been hard for her. Not hearing Aldrich's joyful laughs and barks everytimg he sees new people or some of his mother's friends. A tear fell dwon Ellie's face as she walked, remembering the past. As Ellie walked she could hear some comotion over to her right and saw the river elf that lived by the river. She is very beautiful in Ellie's eyes. Fell by being triped on accendent. Ellie sighs and walks over to help her when another being came up to Sarea, a dark person. The aura around thsi person made Ellie fell uncomfortable and walked away.
As Ellie walked away, the fur on her ears ruffle when the anoying sound of a dwarf came ringing though her ears, "Oh god, not him..." She said turning to see Broton, the dwarf chating away and being anoying as ever. Ellie sighs as she tries to get out of his mian sight but it was too late she can see him coming towards her. "Hello Broton, I can see youa re joyful as ever." She said in a one voice.
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Post by Hunter Snowstrider on Jan 10, 2014 18:27:25 GMT -6
Upon seeing the little dwarf run in panicked terror, hunter couldn't help but laugh. It happened to fast for that little dwarf.
Hunter look towards the inn and sees the same panicking dwarf run in to another and then run off. He lets out another small laugh. He see a kintu walk up to the dwarf that was bumped into. Hunter read the kintu's lips, she said "Broton".
Hunter leaned on a wall so that he hide behind a building from the chilling winds. He still held his flask, which contained somewhat warm water. As he took another swig, he felt idle, nothing to do other than gather information up.
A sudden strong gust of freezing wind blares from the west. It remains for a good, brief moment. The wind makes most cover their faces. Some actually stumbled a bit.
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Post by Sarea Riel Dirao on Jan 11, 2014 11:31:40 GMT -6
Sarea continued smiling at the woman as she answered her question. "No, actually. I've been here since the first days of fall, in fact, so I am just as new as you." Her head then hung low: the reason she'd moved to Wildgard was Faljere had invited her to leave the desolate lands that were once the wood elf highlands. Now, Faljere had turned from a peaceful monk to a deranged killer, and she had next to no one. This was why making friends was so important to her here, but with her shy nature, that was a bit difficult unless a certain spark was ignited in her heart, like one had this morning. "My home was taken by the Dwarven Empire. A century-long war that was won only this summer. It's taken too much from me."
Sarea gasped and turned around to where the dwarf had bumped her and ran away in fear. "Did you...see what had happened back there? I'm truly sorry, honestly. I'm not that bad a person..." Sarea pleaded, however she knew she wasn't telling the full truth. She'd stayed away from the war for the most part, but had earned a reputation after Jennis' death as the Witch of the Woods from her wrath towards dwarves. She sensed much darkness in the woman she made conversation with, but yet again Sarea had that darkness too. Some are just better at concealing it, especially with frills and flowers. Sarea thought grimly to herself.
She knew people were looking; the hunter seemed more interested in his drink, yet maintained vision of the scene, and the dark-clothed man seemed all too pleased that she'd done something crazy a few moments ago. |
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Post by Miara Darkrose on Jan 11, 2014 23:37:46 GMT -6
Her eyes narrowed 'hmm,' she thought, 'maybe little miss sunshine has a dark side after all, this could be useful,'
she smiled at the elf, hoping that her face portrayed kindness and not her true emotions. "no, you're not a bad person, you just don't like dwarves." she gestured to the open spot beside her, "not that i blame you, dwarves are annoying. why don't you sit down? it would be much easier then having me look up at you while we speak."
in her mind she was laughing, laughing at the foolish elf who approached her.
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