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Mar 15, 2010 19:39:44 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 15, 2010 19:39:44 GMT 1
Dracafrey smirked as he felt the man in the corner watching him as well.
"hmm I wonder" thinking to himself
Grabbing his beer from the bartender and taking a mouthful before heading over to the man in the corner. Stopping at the end of his table and placing his beer down on the table.
"So who are you? your not usual here." Dracafrey's eyes glowing from underneath his cloak at the strange man.
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Mar 15, 2010 22:56:37 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Mar 15, 2010 22:56:37 GMT 1
An amused smile grew onto Kyrris' face as the cloaked man approached his table, standing opposite him the man placed his drink on the table. The man's question almost made Kyrris laugh, for he had being wondering the same thing.
"Well, that's an odd statement coming from such a shady looking person" Kyrris stated flatly and didn't even wait for a repliy before continuing.
"My name if you must know is Kyrris Syul'Deil, and I have just recently arrived in Erumara" Kyrris said with an irretated look, the whole while not breaking eye contact with the strangers oddly glowing eyes.
Then the terrified waitress returned with Kyrris' refilled wine glass. The girl was visibly shaking as she stood before the two mysterious men. Kyrris turned to face the girl, a sneer stretching across his face as he watched her curiously look back and forth between him and his visiter.
"Leave now young lady, before your intervention in other peoples affairs brings unintentional death to you" Kyrris' tone was so cold that the air seemed to become frightfully chilly upon the utterance of each word.
The serving girl went deathly pale at the subtle threat and began to shake even more than before. With an impassive look the Assassin handed his payment for the drink into her violently shaking hands. The waitress practically ran from the table as she shoved the coins into her skirt pocket, bumping into several other tables as she went to serve another customer. Turning his attention back to the cloaked figure before him Kyrris gustured to the seat across from him.
"Please sit if you wish" Kyrris said after a few silent heartbeats.
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Mar 16, 2010 18:55:12 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 16, 2010 18:55:12 GMT 1
Dracafrey's eyes brightened more eerily under his cloak as he stared at the man who announced himself as Kyrris Syul'Deil. Pondering his request for a second before he accepted and sat down opposite him at the table.
"Well since you were generous enough to tell me who you were I shall introduce myself to you. My name is Dracafrey Consio." As he then took swig of beer.
placing his beer back on the table as he began to speak again, "I notice the patrons and servers are frightened of you. So I am curious, What is your profession Kyrris?" Taking another drink of his beer as he waited for Kyrris to answer.
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Mar 16, 2010 22:24:36 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Mar 16, 2010 22:24:36 GMT 1
Culmîr grumbled as she rolled over in the bed, kicking away the blankets that covered her as she sat up, rubbing her eyes groggily. Running a slender hand through her flaming red hair she got out of the bed, smoothing her wrinkled clothes with distaste, she'd have to go out and get a replacement attire, something that would be less prone to wrinkle, or if it did, wouldn't be ruined completely. Sauntering over to the adjacent room Culmîr cleaned her face with a cloth she dabbed in water, telling herself she'd bathe later when she had more time. Swiftly making her way downstairs she searched the house for Dracafrey, when she realised he wasn't there anymore she slipped outside, chewing on some nuts she grabbed from a bowl in the kitchen. It was still early in the evening, for Culmîr anyway, it was close to being deserted in the streets, just a couple of drunks unsteadily making their ways home while singing loudly and very false at the top of their lungs. Avoiding them Culmîr glanced around, most of the shops were closed at this time of day, but having to walk around until opening time in the ruined clothes she was wearing right now, didn't seem at all appealing to the redhead. Her yellow eyes soon latched onto a tailor, his little shop slightly obscured by one of the many trees that were planted to make the little town seem more colourful, personally Culmîr didn't care much for the flowerbeds and trees that dotted the streets. Even though they were useful sometimes when one had to make a quick getaway and would simply swing up the tree and over a nearby wall, to make a hasty retreat, trees proved their use. Making her way over to the shop Culmîr knocked on the door and waited, when no signs of people waking up had occurred after 5 seconds Culmîr knocked again, louder this time. Glancing up Culmîr noticed a small light appearing behind the second floor window and was dimming, soon the light bloomed behind the curtain that blocked the windows on the first floor. Cocking a hip Culmîr put on her most dazzling smile, tossing her flame red hair back as she heard the click of the lock, the door opened slowly, a rather aging man peeking out carefully "what do you want?" he asked roughly. Smiling Culmîr locked her yellow eyes onto the mans grey ones "I require a new set of clothes" she said in a demure tone. The man raised a bushy grey eyebrow at her as he looked her over "seems like you do, come back tomorrow, we're closed now" he moved to close the door. Placing her hand tightly against the door Culmîr prevented the man from closing it on her "Please sir, I have a very important appointment later this evening, it simply can't wait, I'll pay good money for your extra service" she said to him, yellow eyes sparkling. Narrowing his eyes the elderly man tried to shut the door again, only to be held back by Culmîr, eyeing her again he huffed "sorry, no, come back tomorrow" he hissed, pushing with all his weight now. Getting annoyed Culmîr pushed the door in, forcing the man back into the shop as he slid away on his slippers "Sorry, can't take no for an answer" she said calmly. Grumbling under his breath the man shut the door behind Culmîr with a loud thud "now you look here young lady" he started, Culmîr whirled around on her heel, staring intently at the man, her eyes boring into his as she advanced upon him "I want new clothes" she hissed through her teeth. Eyes widening with shock the man gulped and nodded "C-c-certainly" he stuttered as he hastily lit some more candles with the one he was holding. Stretching Culmîr stared around in the store, her gaze falling onto a crimson red fabric, she smiled as she moved to the shelf it was on, hearing the man muttering to himself as she scurried around his workshop to get all his things out of storage. Running her hand over the material Culmîr picked up the roll of the fabric, setting it down on the table where the man was busy setting his scissors and pins on, a measuring tape dangling around his neck as he stared at her. "ah, good taste, cotton laced with satin, makes for a very interesting texture, soft but sturdy, plus the colour won't fade easily" he nodded to himself, staring at Culmîr "alright, so have anything in mind or will you let me do whatever?" he asked. Culmîr shrugged "something practical, and yet feminine" she said, seeing a hint of a smile appear on the mans face as he nodded "very well" he replied "you just stand still so I can take some measurements" he said as he moved around. Standing still Culmîr watched the man drape his measuring tape around her waist, arm, shoulders, legs and more, while neatly writing everything down on a paper with a pencil. When he was done he set around to work, cutting the red fabric with his scissors just the way he wanted them, asking her to hand him some pins occasionally. Watching how he worked Culmîr sat down on a stool, slowly dozing off by the merry sound of him clipping away at fabric and pins being stuck into wood. She didn't know for how long she had been asleep but she was awoken by a soft tap on her shoulder "miss" the man spoke "miss, it's finished" he said. Eyes flying open Culmîr straightened on the stool, regretting it instantly as a pain lanced through her back over her spine, she groaned softly as she rubbed at the kinks in her neck. Getting up from the stool Culmîr went to look on the table at her attire, she smiled wickedly, it was absolutely perfect, dark crimson with vermilion coloured lighter details. A tunic, and a pair of leggings, going to try them on in a separate room Culmîr found out that the leggings fit snugly around her long legs, but not too tight to restrict her movements, the tunic reached till above her knees and was embroidered with vermilion flames. Around her waist came a golden belt meant to hold the tunic snug around her lithe frame. the sleeves of the tunic were tight on her arms and reached to her wrists, but able to be made looser with crimson lace crisscrossing over the top of her sleeves. Smiling Culmîr showed off the creation to the man who had fallen asleep on the very same stool she had been sitting on, not having the heart to wake him up again Culmîr left a generous amount of coin on his desk in front of him. Slipping out into the night Culmîr made her way to Dracafrey's house intending to prepare breakfast.
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Post by xaen on Mar 18, 2010 1:04:08 GMT 1
When the stranger took the offered seat and offered his name, Kyrris could not help but smile in amusement. "I thank you for giving a name to yourself, I was worried I'd have to give you one" Kyrris jested as he took a hearty swig of his own drink.
"These peasants are afraid of me for good reason Lord Dracafrey...."he stopped breifly to gulp down the remaing contents of his wine glass. A small snarl appearing on his lips. "You see, I have proven myself to be a dangerous man with blades and without" Kyrris leaned closer to his guest trying to see under the deep hood.
Then he quickly leaned back with a disgusted look on his face, as his left hand fiddled with his empty wine glass. "These fools seem to categorize me as a common killer or cutpurse" He said waving his hand in a great disapproving flourish towards all the other frightened patrons.
"Though I do pride myself as formidable assassin, I prefer now to hunt vampires" He said with a low growl before locking gazes with Dracafrey and moving in close once again to whisper.
"Though I am more than willing to sell my rather unsavoury skills, Lord Dracafrey" Then Kyrris smiled as he lounged back in his chair, reaching into his heavy cloak. "For the right price of course, Dracafrey"Smiling still as he drew a poignard and began to twirl it swiftly and roll it in a zigzaging pattern through his fingers on his right hand.
"Would you like another round? Its on me" As Kyrris signalled the waitress again. Then with a causal flick of his wrist he sent the poignard sailing into a dart board on the other side of the tavern. The blade slamed home into the board's bullseye, further causing the common folk to be silent and at unease.
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Mar 20, 2010 18:32:52 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 20, 2010 18:32:52 GMT 1
Dracafrey looked at his beer and finished it off and nodded to Kyrris.
"Sure I'll have another. And so whats the right price then Kyrris? Give me price and I say if Im interested or not" His eyes growing brighter underneath his cloak.
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Mar 20, 2010 21:35:58 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Mar 20, 2010 21:35:58 GMT 1
Dracafrey's answer left Kyrris speechless, usually a price was offered by his clients when Kyrris said that line. Also Kyrris' respect for this man grew for Dracafrey didn't flinch or give notice to his hurled projectile, generally that cowed any possible client to his will.
The waitress stumbled over once more and Kyrris quickly paid for his guest's drink and his own. Still contemplating his answer Kyrris sipped his drink slowly tasting each swish.
"I have the perfect idea for payment"he whispered to himself between drinks.
"How about you pay me eight hundred for the assassinasion and if you end up ruling Erumara after your war you must agree to help me......"Kyrris stated smiling in amusement at the brief flicker of surpise on his guests face.
Kyrris had heard of the rumours of war and quickly dispatched various sources to find as much as they could through out the city. They reported a suspicious cloak man and woman moving about the city and meeting together since the whispers of war had begun.
On pure assumption Kyrris believed that the man before him was indeed the man his sources described to him as most likely being involved in the tension of war. "Don't be to shocked by my knowledge of your plan, nothing happens in this city that I do not find out about eventually" Kyrris said still smiling. "It is my job to know these things".
"Aius" his poignard magically returning to his left hand that he had moved under the table. Then remaining silent waiting for Dracafrey's answer, still smiling.
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Mar 22, 2010 14:21:06 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 22, 2010 14:21:06 GMT 1
Dracafrey picked up his beer when waitress came back with Kyrris's and his drink, taking a mouthful when he heard Kyrris's offer and the information he knew of him. Smirking hidden beneath his cloak as he placed his beer back onto the table.
"So I see you have good resources then. That's good. Atleast then I know your worth the gold." as he then took another mouthful of beer before speaking again.
"So 800 gold, hmm. Alright I'll take that offer. Your target is Vyse Arson. You will find him at the castle. Your task is to kill him, any way you wish, I dont care how its done. Just get it done." as he then finished what was left of his beer and stood up beginning to leave.
"And as for your gold, you get it on completion of your task Kyrris, if you dont like it go find work else where." as he turned and headed towards the exit of the bar.
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Post by xaen on Mar 23, 2010 1:25:38 GMT 1
Kyrris slid Aius back into its sheath hidden inside his cloak. Nodding in agreement to Dracafrey's answer. "Regardless of the lack of assistance from Dracafrey in my hunt, I'm still making a hefty amount of gold" Kyrris thought as he finished his final drink.
Kyrris continued to nod even as Dracafrey‘s departing figure vanished thorough the tavern door. Kyrris sat there deep in thought for a moment before preparing to leave. But before he rose from his seat the tavern door swung open and one of his informants hurtled themselves towards him.
“Mmm’Lllord Krayven, I Hhave spotted the Rrred headed lass you asked me and the Oothers to look out for” The old man stammered as he stood before Carvel., “She Cccame to me Aaasking for a Nnnew outFffit”.
”I forgot I had the old weaver and my other informants still looking for them” Kyrris mused under his breath before answering the man who knew him as Carvel Krayven.
“Thank you, Master Weaver for this information” Kyrris politely answered the terrified underling, “But I no longer care for the red head or her companion”. The old man could not help but shutter at the possibilities, suggested by his master’s word. Though they were not fact.
Kyrris suddenly rose to stand in front of his minion, drawing his poignard in a blink of an eye. Carefully position the blade at the old man’s terrified throat, and he began to have the blade dance about the weaver’s throat in a menacing fashion.
“Understand this, I, Carvel Krayven demands that you and the others to gather every scrape of knowledge you can gather on a Lord Vyse Arson” Kyrris commanded sneering in the old weavers face. “When you and the others have gathered every possible detail, all of you will return here tomorrow just after the sunset!”
“Yyyes Mmmaster Krayven! Rrright away Sssir!” The weaver said as he stumbled backwards and down to the floor away from the poignard’s blade, which promptly vanished under Carvel’s cloak. The Weaver’s frighten gaze shifted across each terrible confused patron as he recovered from his fall. Each patrons expression displayed what they were thinking. Why is the old geezer so afraid of the smiling woman before him?
The Weaver stood with his jaw wide open, flabbergasted by Carvel’s disappearance and his sudden replacement by a tavern waitress who offered her hand to the fallen Weaver. The thought of what just happened nearly stopped the man’s heart. Steadily rising from the floor, he patted himself down in utter amazement almost seem surprised he was still alive. Then his hand hit a rather large lump in his jacket pocket that was not there before, gingerly reaching inside he found his payment for the previous job. With one last quick look for his master, the Weaver fled from the tavern in search of his fellow informants.
Kyrris’ amused laughter echoed throughout the empty streets as he returned to his humble abode.
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Apr 10, 2010 13:46:21 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Apr 10, 2010 13:46:21 GMT 1
Dracafrey was halfway back to his house as he was thinking to himself that the beginning of his plans are now finally in motion.
"Now just to finish Culmir's training and things are set." He said allowed to himself.
In the distance he could see the outline of his house which grew larger as he approached. Knowing as he got home he finally get some sleep, if it was only for a few short hours.
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Apr 12, 2010 18:16:53 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Apr 12, 2010 18:16:53 GMT 1
Culmîr had been rummaging around in the house, tidying up some of the mess she had made of the bed she had been sleeping in earlier, trying to clean anything else seemed like a waste of time but she attempted it. Without much success because she realised she hadn't set to making an early breakfast or a really late dinner depending on how you looked at it. Making her way into the kitchen Culmîr familiarised herself with where everything was before she started pulling things from the cabinets and set out to make a savoury stew. Lighting a fire in the kitchen stove she poured some water into a large kettle setting it onto the fire to warm up before she started to cut the bits of deer meat she found salted and nicely preserved. Adding the strips of meat she began adding the other ingredients like carrots and some other vegetables along with some spices to add some flavour. Stirring it every now and then she set it to simmer before starting to clean up her mess in the kitchen, checking on her dish every now and then as she waited for Dracafrey to show up.
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Apr 14, 2010 22:13:40 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Apr 14, 2010 22:13:40 GMT 1
Seeing that sunset was drawing near, Kyrris elegantly gathered his weapons from there various resting places around his small and rather modest home for a powerful and feared assassin. He causally locked the door as he began his slow trudge to meet his various informants. Despite his proud, chin held his high and fearless pace, Kyrris’ heart hung low in his chest as his mind wandered to fond memories of his sister whom he hadn’t seen in over two years.
“I will avenge father, dearest Saer” He vowed silently to the empty air around him as he neared the rickety tavern where his minions waited. Upon entering the loud hubbub of the patrons came to an abrupt halt, then continued in a soft murmur. A shaking serving wench approached him then guided the fierce figure to a back room where five others waited. The serving girl didn’t wait told be ordered to leave as she fled the small dimly lit room, closing the door behind her. Kyrris shifted his soul piercing gaze along the terrified faces of his informants, he knew who they were at a casually half-hearted glance. There was the old weaver, the blacksmiths boy, a blonde haired muscle bound ruffian, a young half-elf courtesan, and a very rich(but fat) merchant.
“Well ain’t ye gonna demand fer yer damn’d information, ye want‘s so badly?” The blonde haired man spat at the towering assassin across the table from him. Carvel only smiled in minor amusement at the fool’s arrogance as he to a seat at the head of the table. “Be silent you damned idiot, speak properly to your superiors!” The snooty fat merchant scolded as he stared down his long beak like nose at the ruffian. The blonde man was showing visible signs of his inability to control his violent temper. The merchant ran a plump hand through his thick brown greasy hair with a scowl of contempt as if a bug had dared talk to him. “Ringlus, why must you always try to get Tarvil angry every time we meet?” The blacksmith’s child sighed shaking his head in frustration as he level his blue eyes with the merchants green ones. The merchant Ringlus growled like a bear at Altinerus as he stared daggers at the irritated young man. Ringlus and the blonde Tarvil were both about to shout something, but their voices were halted by Carvel’s stern glance at both of them.
“Enough of your customary bickering, you will all tell me what information you have gathered, understood?” He flatly stated to his underlings, who hastily nodded their understanding. Carvel turned the half-elven lady and nodded his head towards her to indicate that its her turn to speak.
“Master Krayven,” She purred with lust clinging to each word as her beautiful eyes locked onto Carvel’s, as she shifted herself into a position that made her even more alluring. “My pleasure-she’s have heard news on Vyse Arson from common folk as well as the rich and mighty,” She cooed as she leaned closer to Carvel’s left shoulder, her low cut bodice drooping down to reveal even more of her bosoms than before. Her fingers began to trace soft patterns down his left sleeve, while her lips curled into a heart lifting smile. “The Lord Vyse is currently building an army to defend mighty Erumara against a nameless foe” She said with open desire rising in her voice, drawing a groan from the others in attendance. She always tried to woo Carvel at every meeting. She snapped an ice cold glare into the eyes of all of the other informants before continuing, “He recruits new soldiers everyday from dawn till dusk”. Before she could continue talking her masters hand rose to silence her.
“Thank you ever beautiful Essilla,” Carvel politely addressed the alluring half-elf woman in the dress that covered almost less flesh then she hid on the day she was born. He turned to Altinerus and indicated for the boy to speak.
Altinerus was the youngest informant present, but by far the most respectful. “Men from the castle come periodically to my fathers shop to either get weapons and armour repair or to purchase things in mass quantities,” Altinerus began as he respectfully stared at Carvel’s flinching gaze as the seductress Essilla continued to touch their master in a lusty fashion. “While I’ve been helping my father with his work, I’ve also listened carefully to these courtiers private conversations,” He said proudly as he produced a thin piece of parchment from his coat pocket, which he handed over to Carvel’s waiting grasp. “They mostly talked about the soldiers’ training schedule, the soldiers’ guard times, the various other things they had to gather for Vyse’s army that day and a little about a dangerous sorceress named Katriana,” Altinerus finished as he saw his master’s head bob in a satisfied nod at the detailed times and locations of the soldiers in the castle.
“Well done young Altinerus, you’ve done a fine job,” Carvel’s cold emotionless voice said to the eager young man. He slipped the parchment into a pocket hidden inside his coat. He was about to say more when a hot headed Tarvil rudely shouted as his master.
“Enough wit’ all these damn’d pleasanties! Others ‘ave to be hear’d so shut yer trap and let me speak!” Tarvil roared at the stone faced assassin at the opposite end of the room. The others stared in dumbfounded shock at the utterance of ruffian’s sharp word. They wearily looked at their master’s face that still wore and impassive expression, he said not a word. When no punishment or sharp words followed, Tarvil took Carvel’s silence and inaction as a sign of weakness. Smiling fiendishly Tarvil proclaimed to his astonished colleagues, “I told ye all that this elf was notting but a weakling that uses harsh words to cow other weaklings to his will!”. The other reeled back in fear of invoking their master‘s anger if they voiced their own such thoughts, no response came from the assassin. The blonde man ranted some more and he began to openly threaten the Master. His words and Carvel’s impassive reactions seemed to empower the fool to the point the he moved threateningly towards Carvel. When he was about a halfway around the table, sword drawn, the master assassin leaped into action. In a blur he rose from his chair, expertly disarmed Tarvil and drove his own blade into the man’s heart all in what seem one fluid motion. Surprise, fear, and shear dumbfound shock flashed across the blonde man’s face all at once be for he slid off Carvel’s rapier to the floor.
“Let this be a lessen to all of you, the most powerful lion is the silent one not the one that roars before it strikes!” Carvel stated flatly to the four remaining underlings as if he were a teacher teaching them the alphabet. He wiped his bloodied blade on a clean spot on Tarvil’s leather jerkin before indicating for Ringlus to speak. Then sheathed the blade back into its hidden scabbard in his long leather coat.
“All I have heard is about the same as young master Altinus, except that lord Vyse has a special liking for lady Katriana,” The fat man whimpered in fear as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the love craving Essilla even stopped her cuddling out of fear of what had just occurred. “And that no weapons have yet been distributed to the soldiers, only practice weapons” Ringlus quickly added, his hands fiddling with his filthy oily hair or reaching into pockets on his bright yellow waistcoat. Then with renewed purpose he reached into a pocket and pulled a large jingling sack out of its depths. “Here is your are those items you requested,” he mumbled as he tossed sealed bag down to Carvel, “It was not easy to get the local guards to surrender these powerful items”. Another jingling bag was tossed back this one much larger than the first.
“That should cover your loses and more, Master Ringlus,” Carvel answered Ringlus’ stunned face as the man opened and counted the sack’s golden contents. Carvel slid the bag into a pocket inside his coat, not even opening it. “Master Weaver have you anything to add about Vyse Arson?” He requested of the wheezing old man on his right.
“Yyyeesss Mmmaster Kkkrayven!” The Weaver half-stuttered half-shouted at Carvel as he shifted nervously in his seat under Carvel’s chilly gaze. The old weaver handed another piece of parchment that gave an exact description of Vyse Arson. “Vvvyysse is Rrrumored to Bbbbee a master bladesman and Hhhas a some knowledge of magic!” The old weaver spurted as he shrank away from his master.
Carvel smiled grimly as if deep in thought. His chair shrieked against the floor boards as he slid it back in order to rise. He smiled at the others gathered there and through another bag of gold onto the table. “Be sure to divide it evenly at your own discretion for its your gold,” Carvel’s flat voice echoed back to them as he suddenly was out of the room and closing the door behind him. He walked hastily back to his home, but not fast enough to draw unwanted attention. When arrived at his modest home, unlocking the door as he entered. He swiftly went upstairs and changed into a dark grey baggy shirt and pair of brown breeches, something a common man would wear. Kyrris removed rose hilted throwing knives from their harness and strategically placed them around his body on strings. He then laced Taezi’s beautiful black and red scabbard around his waist, he tightened it until he was sure the rapier was secure. He purposely left Aius, his poniard, sitting on his bedside table along with the bag of items Ringlus gave him as he left his home and made way for the castle.
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Apr 20, 2010 19:49:28 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Apr 20, 2010 19:49:28 GMT 1
Dracafrey made his way to the entrance to his house, opening the door and instantly inhaling a sweet aroma of food being cooked from within. Entering into the house closing the door behind him, setting his cloak on the rack near the door as began searching the house for origin of the sweet aroma.
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Apr 23, 2010 14:14:42 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Apr 23, 2010 14:14:42 GMT 1
Culmîr stood by the pot on the stove, stirring the stew slowly as it simmered on the low fire, adding pinces of various herbs as she continued to stir slowly, her mind wandering on what exactly she would have to do should she remain with Dracafrey. Clearly the man was evil, but Culmîr had never chosen sides so strongly before, Erumara was her refuge, her place of exile for some short years now. She loathed the place with her entire being and she longed for the red and warm planes of her homeland, if getting back to that meant destroying this unusually accepting village she would do it. Should things go wrong she'd potentially be exiled again or worse, Culmîr hoped for the worse part, death was a welcome gift after being cast out of your homeland and told never to return. Grabbing a spoon Culmîr tried some of the stew, her nose wrinkling in distaste as she stuck her tongue out at the taste, quickly adding some rosemary to temper down the overruling taste of union. Trying it again she nodded to herself "almost perfect" she muttered to herself, keeping her ears open to hear when Dracafrey would get home, unaware he was already in the house.
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May 28, 2010 18:44:51 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on May 28, 2010 18:44:51 GMT 1
Dracafrey walked slowly down the hall his steps not making a sound as he walked, turning and stopping in the doorway of the kitchen seeing Culmir near the stove cooking. He stood there silently watching her, as he noticed that she was wearing new clothes, as he shook his head some as he waited to see how long it would take her to notice him standing there.
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