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Post by Nightshine on Nov 9, 2004 18:29:59 GMT -5
Vyrax aka Daliyac shrugged. "I... I have been there once before. To Isenmouth. I wanderings brought me to that place, though I was lost and half-starved at the time. It is only by luck that I even reached that accursed place. I would rather not even speak of it..." He looked down at the ground. "If your daughter is being held there, we can only pray that she is unharmed, though for how long I don't know."
He spotted Tadita moving out of the barn slowly, and bowed his head slightly to Ailinel. "I am sorry... I'm not exactly getting your hopes up, now am I?"
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Post by Fallohide on Mar 5, 2005 1:03:35 GMT -5
"Londrandir! Londrandir!" The high pitched cry of a child's excitement split the air, causing a crowd of villagers to begin to form round, following the small, pointing finger to the figure of a walking man with a long wooden flute to his lips. As the commotion of gathering townsfolk dulled, and the figure of the man came nearer, the sweet tune of his instrument could be heard; A melody that seemed both merry and sad at once, if such a sound were possible, which seemed to echo through the very winds that swept through the land. It's player drew nearer, eyes shut, yet his feet never stumbled along the way. His hair hung shoulder length, locks of golden-brown accented lightly by wizened streaks of silver and grey. He wore earthen clothes of green and brown, blending him in all the more harmoniously with the land around him whilst accompanied by the spell-like song of his flute. At his side, a thin-bladed sword, more refined than a soldier's, though ill-suited for the thick of field battle. Over his shoulder, a pack, no doubt carrying necessities of travel, and two padded casings whose shape indicated they held more musical instruments.
He halted with the ending of his song, now amongst the crowd, the last, long note enveloping it's listeners before it fell into an awed hush of silence. The man let his hands fall, holding the wooden flute at his side, deep blue eyes opening to the applause and good-natured greetings of his audience. He barely got out a bow before being pressed with praises, starts of conversation, and requests for stories or songs. It wasn't his first time in the village, and many knew him by name. Or at least one of his names. Londrandir, the Path-wanderer.
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Post by ereinion on Mar 8, 2005 18:04:33 GMT -5
Eldae left off his carving as the sound of a flute broke the silence. Hobbling along as quickly as he could, the crippled elf smiled as he caught sight of his friend. Content to let the others press the bard for questions and songs, Eldae stood away from the humans, glad to see that his friend had returned.
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Post by Red on Mar 11, 2005 17:19:53 GMT -5
Tadita had halfway made it back, then suddenly he was stopped by some cries. He turned back around and saw the oldest boy draggin his youngest sister behind him. They approached him, slightly abashed at doing this apparrently. The brother drew hismelf up and quckly asked,
"Hey, Eleanor wants you to take her to the village. Please please please? If you ride there you can take her and do whatever come back within an hour. If I have to walk her it'll take all day." Tadita blew out a breath, thinking. As the girl has said.... a extra day wouldn't be too much on such a long journey. He looked down at the gazing Eleanor and said, "Well? Why do you to go?"
She gulped, and looked down then muttered, "There's a pretty doll there."
Tadita sudenly picked her up, and placed her on the horse. He wasn't estatic about this but if was for Eleanor.... He swung up behind her and said, "Now go home and stay there. I'll be back in a hour or two."
He kicked Caleb up into a trot, and headed for the village. When he arrived there, he noticed buisness and trade was almost nonexistent. Frowning, he rode farther into the village, and came upon a crowd of people. He listened carefully, what could be getting them so excited? He finally heard it. Londrandir. Never heard of him, but he must have been here before. Now that he thought of it, his friends had been talking about it. This guy could play that flute. He urged the horse to the edges of the crowd, letting Eleanor climb onto his shoulders so she could see everythig clearly. And on top of your brother's shoulders who was on top of a large horse, you could see an awful lot.
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