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Post by Sturm Brightblade on Oct 21, 2007 17:34:34 GMT -5
Having recovered from Caramon's hug Sturm tightened his grip on his sword, appalled by the suggestion of getting a new one. Never! This sword, which he had inherited from his father, was far too important to him to ever part with it. His reaction to Tas' comment on the sword was also how reacted to Tanis' beard and Raistlin's new appearance. The knight tried to look away but found he was drawn in by the hourglass eyes. What in Paladine's name had happened to him?
But then, Raistlin was a mage. What else could one expect when dealing with such dark powers? As far as Sturm was concerned magic caused trouble than it was worth.
Sturm shook his head. "Not since Kit and I parted ways have I seen anyone." Just then remembering Tanis and his history with the before-mentioned woman he subtly averted his gaze.
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Post by Caramon Majere on Oct 21, 2007 18:03:47 GMT -5
Caramon shook his head as well, "Flint and Kit? I haven't seen Kitiara in 5 years, and I haven't heard from Flint in a while." As Caramon turned back toward his food, he spotted Tasslehoff finishing off his scraps and sighed. "I was gonna eat that, Tas." The big man playfully tweaked the kender's ear and sat back down. "Sit down, Sturm, Tanis. We can talk while we wait." Grabbing his tankard of ale, he drained it in only a few gulps and immediately ordered more.
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Post by Tasslehoff Burrfoot on Oct 21, 2007 18:07:34 GMT -5
"I haven't seen Flint or Kitiara either. But I'm sure they'll be here any minute. I can't wait to see the look on Flint's face when he sees me again!" Tas admonished. "So, does anyone want to hear about Kendermore? It really was wonderful! I picked up tons of interesting items, and heard a few stories, and saw all of my cousins again! And wow, I never knew one kender could have so many cousins. One of my cousins, Bellknot Lightfinger, told me all about his adventure with a dragon! You wanna hear it?"
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Post by Raistlin Majere on Oct 31, 2007 16:44:36 GMT -5
Raistlin kept to himself, staring quietly into the fire beside the oak table at which they sat. When Tasslehoff began to prattle on about his adventures, Raistlin cast him a sharp look. "No, we do not want to hear any of your foolish kender tales," he snapped. The mage noticed that Tanis and Sturm's eyes were on him, he pulled his red velvet hood lower on his face.
The sounds of the inn rang in his ears, the laughter, the clatter of pots and pans, and the music of merry chatter, annoying him. Raistlin wished to had never come to the inn, wished he had never made that blasted vow. But he had missed his friends, though he dared not admit it. Those five years that had passed, he had only a few times thought of them, but often times that he sat awake at night he wondered how they were doing.
Ignoring the sounds of the chatter and laughter, Raistlin listened intently to the conversation of his friends, listening for any useful information that may be to his advantage later on. Information on the coming darkness, perhaps, or on the strange creatures that had began to mass to the north.
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Nov 8, 2007 5:04:51 GMT -5
Tika approached the odd group. The red-haired barmaid wore a big smile on her youthful, freckled face, and in her hands was a strange object, a cylinder in shape. Her fingers were clenched tightly over this item, as if afraid that she would lose it. Adjusting her apron, Tika grinned at them all, sidling to stand closer to Caramon.
She had seen the mis-matched group arrived, and had recognized them all at once, of course. But her barmaid duties kept her busy. Customers to serve, and Otik wouldn't be pleased if the regulars were not served while she greeted her friends. She wondered if they will recognize her.
Almost unwillingly, her gaze drifted over to the High Theocrat, Hederick, who was involved in a conversation with a couple of his toadies. Well, actually, Hederick was the only one talking, and the rest was listening, making all-too-audible gasps of awe, fawning over their leader.
Tika returned her gaze to Caramon, and tried to put the unwelcome thoughts of the High Theocrat out of her mind.
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Post by Tanis Half-Elven on Nov 9, 2007 1:13:40 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry I was gone for so long guys. Work and medical appointments have kept me busy. You can flog me if you like. BIC: Tanis smiled slightly at the mention of his old friend, Flint. Where was that old dwarf anyways? Caramon's mentioning of his half-sister, instantly conjured a picture of her in Tanis' mind. Her dark curly hair, and crooked smile...He couldn't wait to see her again! Lost in thoughts of his one time lover, Tanis only partialy heard Caramon's invatation to be seated. At the sound of Raistlin snapping at Tas, he came to. With a slightly sheepish look on his face he sat down next to Sturm. Tanis turned his gaze towards Raistlin, intent on asking the mage what had happened to change him so. Obviously he wasn't interested in talking, as he withdrew into his red robes and looked elsewhere. Moments later the bar maid came over to the group. As the half-elf looked at her he couldn't help but think that she looked familiar. Finally he placed it, this maid was Tika Waylan! The freckles and bright red hair made it click. He smiled wide at her. "You where only a girl last I saw you, Tika. You've grown alot since then."
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Nov 9, 2007 23:28:38 GMT -5
Giving one last smile to Caramon, Tika turned to the half-elf, still grinning. She shrugged off Tanis's comment, and instead handed him the cylinder-like object she carried. "This arrived today, under mysterious circumstances." She said in a hushed voice, shooting an almost-furtive glance at Hederick, then at an old mage with a worn staff and an even more worn hat, and then at the door.
Her grin faded, to be replaced by a rather anxious look. She ran a hand through her bouncy red curls, seeming to be rather harrassed.
((Ugh, sorry if Tika's a little OOC, I never paid much attention to her character. The only line I know to use is ,"Caramon, you big lummox!", which isn't much helpful right now.))
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Post by Caramon Majere on Nov 14, 2007 16:32:05 GMT -5
Caramon was so excited that he didn't at first notice the barmaid who stood next to him. When he did look up, it was only to stare at her in befuddled puzzlement. He recognized this woman, but couldn't quite place her name. When Tanis mentioned Tika, Caramon grinned sheepishly from ear to ear. "Tika Waylan?" he said. "Wow, you've changed." She had practically grown from a little girl to a blossoming woman in only 4 years. Caramon remembered the days when he made fun of the ugly little girl. But now she was a sight to stare at, so beautiful was she. All Caramon could do at the moment was gape at her in astonishment, which must have looked pathetic.
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Post by Sturm Brightblade on Nov 14, 2007 18:41:51 GMT -5
Sturm raised an eyebrow at Caramon's reaction to seeing Tika. He cleared his throat, "Caramon?", and pointed to his chin. He look on his face said he should close his mouth again. Then he adressed the young barmaid. "How are you, Tika? It's been so long..." He followed her gaze and looked at the old man and the theocrat. "Who are they?" he whispered.
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Nov 29, 2007 5:10:03 GMT -5
Tika smiled at Caramon's surprise. The smile increased even more at Sturm's annoyed look. The Knight was stern and quite strict, but sometimes, it was fun to watch him when one was not on the recieving line of one of his lectures.
"Who are they?"
Sturm's question cut through her thoughts. Placing the cylinder onto the table, within's Tanis's reach, Tika also gazed at the two. She shrugged.
"That's the High Theocrat, Hederick, but I don't know who the old man is. He arrived today." She replied, also in a hushed voice.
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Post by Sturm Brightblade on Mar 14, 2008 18:08:46 GMT -5
Sturm watched the two for a couple of moments, before turning his attention back to his friends. He glanced down at the letter, wondering if the one who had delivered it was still somewhere nearby. What Tika had said about it being delivered under mysterious circumstances made him somewhat worried. OOC: I've got a feeling he should have reacted to the theocrat in some way, but I can't really remember what they thought of him in the book... lol
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