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Post by Rhiannon on Mar 8, 2002 6:09:30 GMT -5
*Takes another look at Jack.* Who knows what happened...I'm just wondering whether the one who controlled the other soul in the blade has finally got what he wanted. Yes, I'm coming....
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Mar 8, 2002 10:13:55 GMT -5
no i got my soul back from the sword don;t worry
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Post by Rhiannon on Mar 8, 2002 13:45:51 GMT -5
*Still worried* How? Did you take it back or was it given back to you...?
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Mar 8, 2002 20:12:18 GMT -5
given
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Post by Imrel on Mar 8, 2002 22:12:13 GMT -5
*puts a hand to her brow.* so there is now not as much urgency to repair the blade?
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Mar 8, 2002 22:13:38 GMT -5
no
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Post by Imrel on Mar 8, 2002 22:27:51 GMT -5
good. *her eyes suddenly flash grey.* oh... *stumbles backwards but steadies her gaze and focuses on some part of her mind.*
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Post by Imrel on Mar 10, 2002 0:03:53 GMT -5
*speaks suddenly, with a slight strain in her voice, not moving her eyes.* if- if you do not require my assistance, and- and i feel that you don't, n-now that your soul if safe... *blinks quickly* i r-really must be elsewhere. *without moving, vanishes in a streak of silver light.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Mar 10, 2002 8:15:15 GMT -5
*still worried* Given back...yeah, that's what I, why I......hmmm. *Murmurs to herself* I sure won't leave it at that...people possessing other's souls. Far too dangerous.
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 21, 2002 7:06:03 GMT -5
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*Walks down the streets in the late afternoon sun. Heads towards the town's centre to the local herbalist to pick up an order she left there the last time she was in Bree.* Ahhh, this little town seems to be so much more peaceful in the sunlight....
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Post by Rhiannon on May 2, 2002 18:13:07 GMT -5
*Reaches a small lane near the central market place. A small and rather gloomy shop with a strange sign over the door lies between a stable and a shabby house. Knocks at the door and enters the shop.* Good afternoon....
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Post by Rhiannon on May 16, 2002 4:52:54 GMT -5
*Waits a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. Spots the shopkeeper and walks over to the counter.* I'd like to collect the herbs I ordered last time. * The tiny old man nodds* I'll get them, just a minute.*Nods and turns to the shelves as the man climbs down to the cellar.*
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Post by Rhiannon on May 20, 2002 14:46:12 GMT -5
*On the shelves there are not only dried plants. There are animals, rare stones, colorful powders and other strange things. She grins as she sees the dusty stuff when an old scroll catches her eye. She looks around. The old man is still downstairs and she's the only customer. Slowly, she reaches out for the old pergament.*
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Post by Rhiannon on May 24, 2002 13:19:34 GMT -5
*A blood red seal with strange runes secures the scroll. She holds it against what light makes it through the blind window. Drawings and more runes become visible. Hears the shopkeeper coming back and puts it back into the shelf.* "Here you are, here you are, young miss. Everything as you have ordered, yes, yes." She walks over to the counter and looks at the herbs on a piece of white cloth. Everything looks fine. She nods.* "Thank you, Master Erinbor, as fine as always.""Proud to be of service, young miss, yes." *She reaches for her purse*"Oh, wait, it's a long trip so maybe I'll take another look around to find something to read." "As you wish, as you wish, yes" *She turns and strolls past the shelves, browsing books and scrolls. Takes a book about old southern medicine rituals and reaches out for the old scroll.*"Do you know what this one is about." " Ah, bah, rubbish, got it from an old man as payment for his medicine. poor guy, died some days later. Strange illness, yes. But don't worry, young miss, it's desinfected, yes miss. If you want it, you can take it." " Thank you, Master Erinbor. So it's the herbs, the book and the scroll." *Reaches for some coins.* Here, you can keep the rest if you can look out for a special book on rare westcoast herbs." " Of course, miss, yes, yes." " Good bye, Master Erinbor, until next time" "Yes, miss, yes, bye.." *She leaves the shop, blinking in the sunlight and starts walking back to the inn.*
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Post by Sinron on May 26, 2002 6:06:50 GMT -5
A curious, "young" and "innocent" wraith came bounding up the path towards Rhia...
What is that? Is it candy? Or chocolate??
;D ;D
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