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Soulseeker3.0 |
Nov 4 2006, 08:08 PM
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Master

Joined: 18-February 05
From: From "not where you are"-ville

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Sodsa, stables
"Well I thank you, you are to kind." Sodsa looked over at Rahvin, "Well, uh, I guess this is were i take my leave, I wouldn't want to in in anythings way." Sodsa smiled at Satyana and left for the Tavern itself, nodding to Rahvin in the way out of the stable.
She's nice, that better not be the guy who hurt her, well i'll be in the Tavern if need be I guess.
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SKAThis was pretty unusual, because most children at his age wanted to become great warriors, known all through time as saviors of, well, anything - Toroabok
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minque |
Nov 4 2006, 09:49 PM
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Wise Woman

Joined: 11-February 05
From: Where I can watch you!!

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Satyana
Satyane looked at Rann, really not grasping what he said, she looked into his eyes.....an image of her own....so strange..
This isnīt happening....his eyes....but heīs a Dunmer....itīs impossible! He canīt be....oh no..
"I..Iīm ok, just got a bit dizzy, havenīt eaten that much today"
Satyana let go of >Rann, confused and still dizzy, then she cleared her throat and said:
"Excuse me, what was your name again? And are you from here really?"
OOC: nope Iīd like to continue the conversation with Rann, so I just wait....
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Chomh fada agus a bhionn daoine ah creiduint in aifïŋ―iseach, leanfaidh said na n-aingniomhi a choireamh (Voltaire)Facebook
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The Metal Mallet |
Nov 5 2006, 02:53 AM
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Master

Joined: 18-June 06
From: Kitchener, ON, Canada

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Flogir
Flogir rummaged through the contents, examining the pieces of steel and iron armor and various weaponry, using his expert eye on craftsmanship.
"Hmm, you got some fine quality steel items here. You make these yourself? Because it certainly looks like you could work on the more expensive stuff and create some high value stuff, know what I mean?" he said, turning back toward Flint to make sure he knew that he was being sincere.
"I'm in need of some good steel that I'm planning to enchant when I get the time. I actually have a few samples of glass ore in my cart. Suppose we can trade?" he inquired.
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Channler |
Nov 5 2006, 03:37 AM
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Master

Joined: 20-March 05
From: Nashville, North Carolina

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Jonathan looked upon the ongoing soap opera with bemusement, so much love in the air. "Yuck, what a disgusting word... Love, sure parent child love, friend love, yes all great but not for me. You get involved and then you get dissapointed but some factor. I'd sooner stay away from it." No sooner then he thought that last sentence then a picture of Dalrus came to mind. "Shes a beaut thats for sure, but spending a life with her? I don't think so, I value my freedom I mean."
Lila gave a neigh, a seemingly unaproving neigh, "Well theres always you love, not think I could rightly leave you, nor do I think you'd rightly leave me.." He scratched her behind the ear and watched her foot stamp the ground. "Well stay frosty my dear, I've got to make some cash an honest way first."
In his saddle bag he left his crossbow. It was of exquisite quality, being payed for through the trade of a... "Borrowed" horse from his fathers farm. Custom made for him, and the epitome of crossbow creation, the repeating crossbow was able to fire off five shots before the bow needed to be reloaded. Sure, they were smaller bolts, they needed to be to keep it from being to damnably heavy, but two bolts to your chest should bring down the strongest of men. But Jonathan had his contacts, and so he believed he could pick up another down the road if he needed to.
With the in mind he approached the Nord with the cart, hoping to have a trade in mind.
(Jack I'm comming towards you!!)
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Lord Revan |
Nov 5 2006, 04:03 AM
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Master

Joined: 6-May 06
From: Texas, USA

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Ian, Castle Chorrol
The Countess looked much older, well of course she did, after 19 years everyone looks older, but she'd looked old back then. But Ian kept his thoughts to himself. Countess Valga smiled sweetly at him. "I'm glad to see you again, Ian." Surprised, but unwilling to show it, Ian could hardly believe that the elderly Valga could recognize him and adress him by name. "Good day, M'lady." "Why would a mercenary like yourself want with sleepy old Chorrol?" She asked bemused. "I remembered your offer to your anual festivals, and decided to attend." Ian replied matter-of-factly. "I see," She muttered. "Well, I'll tell the guards to permit you to attend the party." "Very good, ma'am." And Ian turned to leave. His thoughts drifted toward the Dunmer he'd seen earlier. He carries himself like an assassin, he mused. Nine-teen years ago he'd spent some time with the Dark Brotherhood, an illegal assassins guild, but he had quit because they turned out to be useless. I'll keep an eye on that assassin boy........
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Dantrag |
Nov 5 2006, 06:11 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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QUOTE(minque @ Nov 4 2006, 03:49 PM)  Satyana
Satyane looked at Rann, really not grasping what he said, she looked into his eyes.....an image of her own....so strange..
This isnīt happening....his eyes....but heīs a Dunmer....itīs impossible! He canīt be....oh no..
"I..Iīm ok, just got a bit dizzy, havenīt eaten that much today"
Satyana let go of >Rann, confused and still dizzy, then she cleared her throat and said:
"Excuse me, what was your name again? And are you from here really?"
OOC: nope Iīd like to continue the conversation with Rann, so I just wait....
RannRann, not having an eye for details such as eye color, still didn't understand her actions. He did have an odd feeling about her though. "Rann. And yes, I'm from here." Rann felt very odd about this girl. "Uh...listen, I gotta go uh...prepare for the uh, feast. Yeah. I'm a cook. I work at the castle." he lied, trying to politely extricate himself from the conversation. I want whatever she's been drinking.
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minque |
Nov 5 2006, 03:41 PM
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Wise Woman

Joined: 11-February 05
From: Where I can watch you!!

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QUOTE(Dantrag @ Nov 5 2006, 06:11 AM) 
Rann
Rann, not having an eye for details such as eye color, still didn't understand her actions. He did have an odd feeling about her though.
"Rann. And yes, I'm from here." Rann felt very odd about this girl. "Uh...listen, I gotta go uh...prepare for the uh, feast. Yeah. I'm a cook. I work at the castle." he lied, trying to politely extricate himself from the conversation.
I want whatever she's been drinking.
SatyanaSatyana couldnīt believe what she heard.....was this..Rann also gonna be working as a cook for the party? Oh gosh.... "I knew Iīve seen you somewhere" Satyana replied, much steadier on her feet " And what a coincidence...Iīm a cook as well! So why donīt we head for the castle-kitchen both of us and get started? I bet Countess Valga is waiting impatiently" Satyana stretched her hand towards Rann, shivering inside but, looking totally composed... I have to get a chance of knowing him better.....my my, I feel so ....attached to him as if he....really is my br....NO I mustnīt even think about it, itīs too painful... OOC: okidoki..hehe so now they are going to work together??? Interesting....
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Chomh fada agus a bhionn daoine ah creiduint in aifïŋ―iseach, leanfaidh said na n-aingniomhi a choireamh (Voltaire)Facebook
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Florodine of Hlaalu |
Nov 5 2006, 11:02 PM
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Knower

Joined: 5-July 05

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QUOTE(jack cloudy @ Nov 3 2006, 10:10 PM)  Luper Alkad, the tavernLuper grabbed the mug of Mazte without even paying attention to the young woman wo had given it to him. He peeked into it. ,,Mazte? This is going to take a while." He mumbled before throwing it all back in one big gulp. ,,More please. Know what? Just give me about ten bottles, that should be good enough to start with." (Yes, he has not succumbed to Dalrus' charmes. Probably because he didn't even notice her presence.  ) Dalrus Varus, Lokken Tavern, ChorrolDalrus and Ragnar brought out five bottles of Mazte, and she smiled at the young brute. "Here you go" she said sliding the whole group of bottles towards him. "I hope you're able to afford it, that will be fifty- five septims" she said as she served him "Would you like any food with that?" she asked kindly
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Dantrag |
Nov 5 2006, 11:50 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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QUOTE(minque @ Nov 5 2006, 09:41 AM)  Satyana
Satyana couldnīt believe what she heard.....was this..Rann also gonna be working as a cook for the party? Oh gosh....
"I knew Iīve seen you somewhere" Satyana replied, much steadier on her feet " And what a coincidence...Iīm a cook as well! So why donīt we head for the castle-kitchen both of us and get started? I bet Countess Valga is waiting impatiently"
Satyana stretched her hand towards Rann, shivering inside but, looking totally composed...
I have to get a chance of knowing him better.....my my, I feel so ....attached to him as if he....really is my br....NO I mustnīt even think about it, itīs too painful...
OOC: okidoki..hehe so now they are going to work together??? Interesting....
Rann"What are the chances?" he said aloud, but it had a double meaning. I just had to be a cook today. he berated himself. He really didn't want to work in the kitchens, but he didn't exactly want to be caught in the middle of his lie either. "Tell you what - you go ahead and I'll meet you there in a few minutes. I have to stop by my house and get something." He was under the impression that she was trying to get a date out of him, and for some reason he wasn't attracted to her in that way.
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Soulseeker3.0 |
Nov 6 2006, 12:38 AM
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Master

Joined: 18-February 05
From: From "not where you are"-ville

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Sodsa, Tavern
Sodsa finished his brandy and took his leave, tossing an extra coin to the bar hand. On his way out he a man with 10 bottles of mazte.
"Crazy", he muttered under his breath and head out the door heading down the road to the clothier's, "Now" Sodsa smirked, "Time to play dress-up."
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SKAThis was pretty unusual, because most children at his age wanted to become great warriors, known all through time as saviors of, well, anything - Toroabok
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