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| Topic: THE GREEN DRAGON'S INN - part 3 | |
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*Jericho comes wandering back into the tavern. It seems he has managed to ditch his companion. He goes and sits down next to Alaterial.* I'm sorry about earlier. Rathil just likes to stir up trouble. I hope he didn't bother you. No all is well. I suppose. |
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She starts to mutter to herself, reaching into her pouch for the fine carrot she had confiscated from a nearby garden..not to large but she secures it with both hands and begins to nibble on it...She starts to walk toward the kitchen like a child, swaying back and forth like a princess...the same way she felt the night Barbus introduced her to an Inn room for the first time, "Oh thank heaven for little gurls..." Sorry had to say that lol.. She turns around and sees that her special chair is still there. Hopefully it will not be broken by a new traveler for the rest of the visitors know full well that her chair is off limits... Ahhh Calliope I see your chair still stands empty. Why don't you pull it next to me and we can sit and talk. "Begs Alatariels pardon...I need to run off this uncontrollable energy...that is why I chase critters at night or dark places... Oh Calliope I have learned to just try to breath when you are around. YOu have so much energy> |
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*Jericho sees Alaterial thinking about trying to heal the newcomer. He goes over to her and leans in.*
Do you think that is such a good idea? I don't want you hurting yourself again. |
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Well, aren't we just the topic on everyone's list tonight. she laughs quietly.
She gets up and walks over to the handsome half elf. And who might you be handsome one? |
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The mysterious elf coughs onto a fine woven hankerchief. As he finishes one can see blood on it. Paying no mind he puts it back into his robes. He then looks up from behind the dark corner as his eyes flash red occassionally. The tip of his shaft glows faintly adding a mysterious moment in the tavern. Upon seeing the blood, And knowing I should help but not sure if this dark elf would let me,I proceed with caution and ask if I might be of any help as I am a cleric after all. The elf bows and offers to sit down. There is nothing you can do to help me fair lady. It is a wound I received eternally a long time ago in a war way before you were born. But I'm a healer please let me try *walks over to the two* I too am a healer. Maybe if we both try? "I fear young ones your powers are not even a fraction of the worthest clerics the lands offer. You are but young adventurers eager to learn new things. I am a old magician of exceptional power. I am on level 39 on the elements of fire my dear,'the elf replies. |
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The mysterious elf coughs onto a fine woven hankerchief. As he finishes one can see blood on it. Paying no mind he puts it back into his robes. He then looks up from behind the dark corner as his eyes flash red occassionally. The tip of his shaft glows faintly adding a mysterious moment in the tavern. Upon seeing the blood, And knowing I should help but not sure if this dark elf would let me,I proceed with caution and ask if I might be of any help as I am a cleric after all. The elf bows and offers to sit down. There is nothing you can do to help me fair lady. It is a wound I received eternally a long time ago in a war way before you were born. But I'm a healer please let me try "What level air magic are you healer?" he asks I be a Level 1 Cleric Why does that mater? |
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Edited by
Rathil_Thads
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Mon 05/12/08 07:12 PM
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*Jericho turns to Kory*
The same reason I cannot be fully healed Kory. *He gives a sad look to Alaterial* Despite the best efforts. Some things just cannot be mended. Even with good intentions. |
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*Jericho sees Alaterial thinking about trying to heal the newcomer. He goes over to her and leans in.* Do you think that is such a good idea? I don't want you hurting yourself again. It is in my nature to want to heal. i can not help myself. |
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The mysterious elf coughs onto a fine woven hankerchief. As he finishes one can see blood on it. Paying no mind he puts it back into his robes. He then looks up from behind the dark corner as his eyes flash red occassionally. The tip of his shaft glows faintly adding a mysterious moment in the tavern. Upon seeing the blood, And knowing I should help but not sure if this dark elf would let me,I proceed with caution and ask if I might be of any help as I am a cleric after all. The elf bows and offers to sit down. There is nothing you can do to help me fair lady. It is a wound I received eternally a long time ago in a war way before you were born. But I'm a healer please let me try "What level air magic are you healer?" he asks I be a Level 1 Cleric Why does that mater? The elvin magician laughs before coughing into his hankerchief. "Why does it matter?" he repeat the question. "It matters much young one. "You are a healer with little experience. 'Now tell me this what ingredients makes a healing potion?" "Explain to me how you manage to weave the magic that flows through your body. How is this constructed. Do you know how to harness your magic?" I think not and will not let you try to experiment with me,"the wizard replies. |
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*Jericho sees Alaterial thinking about trying to heal the newcomer. He goes over to her and leans in.* Do you think that is such a good idea? I don't want you hurting yourself again. It is in my nature to want to heal. i can not help myself. *Jericho nods* I understand and respect that about you. Just promise me you will be careful if you do intend to try. |
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*Jericho sees Alaterial thinking about trying to heal the newcomer. He goes over to her and leans in.* Do you think that is such a good idea? I don't want you hurting yourself again. It is in my nature to want to heal. i can not help myself. "And so it is but your knowledge is limited I fear for what I need. I can only be healed by a arch bishop of exceptional knowledge in the arts of air magic my dear, yet I thank you for the offer young one,"the wizard replies. |
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*Jericho turns to Kory* The same reason I cannot be fully healed Kory. *He gives a sad look to Alaterial* Despite the best efforts. Some things just cannot be mended. Even with good intentions. *returns the sad look* You are right Jericho. I should not but my hands are so warm right now they are starting to burn and I am not even trying. *turns to go and sit down* |
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The mysterious elf pays no mind as he looks at his staff. The tip of it holds a ruby shaped octagon sphere that glows faintly. *Calliope is mesmerized at the sphere glowing in the staff...she wisks into the kitchen to find a cloth... "Sir, here is a cloth, I know it is very little help but the stains on yours appears to be weeks old" She backs off as the glowing ruby scares her...she turns and stops by Kory, "I fear we must wait for another time to play,,,please dont forget your promise...she walk to the door and bumps into it with her head, "Ouch, silly me" as her voice trembles wondering where she has seen such a glow before from a fine gem as the one the traveler possesses. Quietly slips out and runs to her cave in the hills. |
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*Jericho sees Alaterial thinking about trying to heal the newcomer. He goes over to her and leans in.* Do you think that is such a good idea? I don't want you hurting yourself again. It is in my nature to want to heal. i can not help myself. "And so it is but your knowledge is limited I fear for what I need. I can only be healed by a arch bishop of exceptional knowledge in the arts of air magic my dear, yet I thank you for the offer young one,"the wizard replies. You are right kind sir I will take your advice and not bother you. |
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*Jericho sees Alaterial thinking about trying to heal the newcomer. He goes over to her and leans in.* Do you think that is such a good idea? I don't want you hurting yourself again. It is in my nature to want to heal. i can not help myself. "And so it is but your knowledge is limited I fear for what I need. I can only be healed by a arch bishop of exceptional knowledge in the arts of air magic my dear, yet I thank you for the offer young one,"the wizard replies. Jericho sits down with the man, You know of people stronger than the clerics in this town with healing magic? I fear I am in the same boat as you. I am dying with little that can be done to stop it. I am on the brink of giving up as there has been little hope yet. Unless you know something that I don't good man |
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The wizard finishes his wine and waves it up for Boromir to see it is empty.
Boromir not wasting time brings another glass immediately and taking the empty glass with him. |
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*Jericho turns to Kory* The same reason I cannot be fully healed Kory. *He gives a sad look to Alaterial* Despite the best efforts. Some things just cannont be mended. Even with good intentions. Oh my that is so terrible that neither of you can be healed.So sorry, As I head out the door,I must keep my promise to Calliope To play with her and the pixies.Good night all may you both find the relief yea seek. |
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*Alatariel returns to her seat and her parchment*
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*Jericho sees Alaterial thinking about trying to heal the newcomer. He goes over to her and leans in.* Do you think that is such a good idea? I don't want you hurting yourself again. It is in my nature to want to heal. i can not help myself. "And so it is but your knowledge is limited I fear for what I need. I can only be healed by a arch bishop of exceptional knowledge in the arts of air magic my dear, yet I thank you for the offer young one,"the wizard replies. Jericho sits down with the man, You know of people stronger than the clerics in this town with healing magic? I fear I am in the same boat as you. I am dying with little that can be done to stop it. I am on the brink of giving up as there has been little hope yet. Unless you know something that I don't good man "It is a pleasure to meet you fair man. I fear those who have such powers usually construct their own towers and choose not to be disturbed. Most live so far away it would take many eras to reach them,'the wizard replies. |
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Look Re'Ann we are being watched as I wisper this to her.
*Leucippus breaks out of his daze and realizes that the Elf is looking back at him. He smiles and tips his goblet to her as any man would do when a woman notices that he is staring at her. He then picks up his citole and begins playing a soft melody* |
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