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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 6, 2020 19:46:16 GMT
He noted that she evaded his question skillfully, "I'm quite with you there," Konrad agreed regarding the rolling deck although she might assume he meant the reduced company, "and of course. I should be glad to." he was curious to see how much this personality knew that Justine had also known. "Of course I'm Konrad of Wolfhaven, but I assume you knew that? My family's estate is not at all far from..." Don't say asylum, don't say asylum, his brain urged, "From where you and Justine spent some time..." he said instead. “No, Konrad, you and I have never met. I’ve heard of you though. Not sure how you can stand to live so near that wretched place. Insane people running through your gardens away from it.” She clucked her tongue. “Target practice, perhaps.” |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 6, 2020 19:50:18 GMT
"Nonsense," Konrad replied with a shake of his head, "Whenever I can I take them in. Give them a safe place to sleep, and warm them under my roof, at least for awhile, before they have to move on. Nearly all that I've met just needed a little compassion, instead of whatever they got at the hands of that so-called doctor. I assume you have some unfortunate memories of the place, we needn't dwell on it, if you don't wish."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 6, 2020 19:53:55 GMT
Zavier listened to the whole story then took a big gulp. “So...that sounds pretty crazy. You beat a guy so badly everyone laughed at him then made him your bitch? That’s incredible. I wish I had some stories like that. All I ever did was...well, nothing too special. It’s been a boring few years. Until this. Now I’m with gorgeous ladies and evil shrimp and going to a Mist haunted temple from the ancient days.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 6, 2020 20:02:31 GMT
A while after it got dark, Kjell came down from the crow's nest and sent another spotter up. By now, it was too dark to see anything for it to make a real difference. She raised an eyebrow when she passed the table as if to say 'wow, you guys are still drinking here?', and trolled past it, rubbing her neck. She stopped by Herneiros, leaned her elbows on the railing and likewise looked at the stars. "So, I've been meaning to ask you something," she said in Elvish. "All your time in the mist... have you ever happened upon one of the big ones?" He was smoking a pipe which he puffed as he considered her question. "I have seen many big ones and managed to bring down a few, but I suspect you are interested in a particular one. I know I can tell you the least about the smart ones. They know to avoid the Wild Huntsman." |
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 6, 2020 20:05:10 GMT
"That's what life's all about, isn't it? Or, it should be. Fun and adventures. This mission is dangerous too, but that just adds some spice." She continued to lounge against the rail. "You're young yet, Zavier. Perhaps you'll be as famous as me one day. Or...dare I say it, Thornheart himself."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 6, 2020 20:07:28 GMT
"Nonsense," Konrad replied with a shake of his head, "Whenever I can I take them in. Give them a safe place to sleep, and warm them under my roof, at least for awhile, before they have to move on. Nearly all that I've met just needed a little some compassion, instead of whatever they got at the hands of that so-called doctor. I assume you have some unfortunate memories of the place, we needn't dwell on it, if you don't wish." “Oh, a kind heart. You’ll be cut down in your bed by someone who you thought dear to you and worthy of your trust. That’s how your kind always goes.“ She shrugged and looked bored. “The doctors never knew what to do with me. One or two made the same mistake you want to.” |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 6, 2020 20:17:13 GMT
"I'm more careful about who I let into my bedroom than you might think," he replied, deciding to push back a little. No sense letting delusions push you around.
"What mistake am I making exactly, if may I ask?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 6, 2020 20:19:44 GMT
"That's what life's all about, isn't it? Or, it should be. Fun and adventures. This mission is dangerous too, but that just adds some spice." She continued to lounge against the rail. "You're young yet, Zavier. Perhaps you'll be as famous as me one day. Or...dare I say it, Thornheart himself." “I’m not that young,” he sort of muttered under his breath. “I tried to bond with a dragon,” he whispered. “Like the dragonlords back in ancient days used to. That’s why I failed.” |
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 6, 2020 20:26:52 GMT
“I’m not that young,” he sort of muttered under his breath. “I tried to bond with a dragon,” he whispered. “Like the dragonlords back in ancient days used to. That’s why I failed.” Her eyes widened and the bravado disappeared. "Really? A dragon?" She laughed, loud enough to attract attention. "That would be a wonder to behold, but why? What made you try it?" |
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 6, 2020 20:36:33 GMT
He was smoking a pipe which he puffed as he considered her question. "I have seen many big ones and managed to bring down a few, but I suspect you are interested in a particular one. I know I can tell you the least about the smart ones. They know to avoid the Wild Huntsman." "Yes. Big and smart, and untouchable by regular weapons," she said, giving him and his pipe a side glance. "You've brought down a few of those?" |
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 6, 2020 20:48:00 GMT
"Yes. Big and smart, and untouchable by regular weapons," she said, giving him and his pipe a side glance. "You've brought down a few of those?" "This a very broad description. The ones I brought down were dumb animals or I had watched them a long time before planning trap. I have seen others from a distance though. I enjoy the thrill of the hunt, but I know my limits. What are you after? The Nightwing? The Shadow Riders of Mount Cataclysm? The Maentwrog? The Singing Horror of the Secret Palace? The Kraken? Everyone asks about the Kraken and I can promise I have never seen it. I once saw an octopus dragon though. I was fourteen and had nightmares for a week." |
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 6, 2020 21:00:46 GMT
Some of these sounded familiar, but not exactly what she had in mind. "Something like the Kraken, but on land," she said. "Something that..." she trailed off, picking at a splinter in the railing. "...eats souls, I think?"
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 6, 2020 21:11:41 GMT
Some of these sounded familiar, but not exactly what she had in mind. "Something like the Kraken, but on land," she said. "Something that..." she trailed off, picking at a splinter in the railing. "...eats souls, I think?" "Hmmm... the Singing Horror does this, but if you don't know about the Hidden Palace, it's probably not what you're looking for. The Maentwrog though... it is like a tree at first glance and it may have been at some point, but something inside has been corrupted by the Mist. Instead of producing life like an ordinary tree and spreading seeds, it actually collects the souls of anyone who come too close. Supposedly, every soul remanifests as a fruit on the tree, but I would rather drown at sea than eat from it." |
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 6, 2020 21:20:10 GMT
"Yeah..." said Kjell, and cleared her throat because it was suddenly dry. The stars were... not as interesting as they had been when she'd studied them with her father and her older brothers way back when. "That's the one. You have seen it?" She turned to study him and worried on her lower lip a while. "I need to find it again, but I also need something to chop it down with."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 6, 2020 22:30:17 GMT
"I'm more careful about who I let into my bedroom than you might think," he replied, deciding to push back a little. No sense letting delusions push you around. "What mistake am I making exactly, if may I ask?" When she heard Sylvia laugh, Justine cast a sneer in her general direction. As she turned back to face those keeping her company at the dinner table, however, it was as though her expression had never changed. She waggled her finger and clicked her tongue again at Konrad. “I can’t tell you that. You haven’t made it yet.” She giggled, and the Innocence and girlishness of it seemed positively ghoulish. “Anyway, I’m getting bored, do you just plan to sit around and talk all evening?” She produced a little steel-nibbed pen and twirled it in the fingers of her left hand, regarding it thoughtfully. |
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