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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 11, 2020 16:24:37 GMT
Justine started after him as he ran off, leaving every question unanswered. “How frustrating.” She offered some wine to Demetrius. “I’m sorry they reacted like that. It’s clear Leuwinmorgh knows something...we just need to find out how to get him to tell you.”
She found herself deeply curious about the nature of this Lake, to have gotten the man...the elf...so worked up.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 12, 2020 3:02:41 GMT
Demetrius took the wine offered, sipping it heavily to subdue his guilt over his potential rudeness. "The more questions I ask about this lake, the more mysterious it gets. I hope your friend Herneiros comes around to helping us, I think we will need someone like him out in the mist."
He stood up defiantly, brushing himself off and offering Justine a hand. He motioned towards the music and the dancing, "I can see you nearly jumping out of your skin. Let's not let a good party go to waste"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 12, 2020 17:02:10 GMT
Herneiros removed the hand and stood up. "I need to talk to my father alone. He's over two centuries old and has seen more death than any of us can imagine. He has his reasons. I'll be back. Maybe try the wine." The Huntsman followed after the Grey Raider. The giant elf has gone to stare over the small creek. He took great gulps of beer as Herneiros appeared. “I don’t believe your friend is being honest,” he said. He had never suffered deceivers easily. “Does he strike you as the man who has access to books that might mention Lake Arawn?” The place seemed to actually disturb him. |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 12, 2020 17:24:09 GMT
“I’m sure he will. He seems like he’s always interested in an adventure, especially in the mist. That is,” Justine paused, “unless his hearts father sways him against it.” She sighed heavily, releasing a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.
“Alright, lets go dance. I want to see what these elves are about.” She grinned and took his hand and started pulling him toward the fire.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 12, 2020 17:55:31 GMT
"No..." Herneiros considered. "No, he doesn't. The Empire isn't one to laud its mistakes either. I am not sure why he's lying though."
He looked at his father's face, then at the creek a moment before asking, "Is that where you found me? You never spoke of it and I never really cared to ask. You're my father and that's all I ever wanted to know, and I can't envision anyone but Mother when I close my eyes. But since I left the raiding party and the Mist, my path seems more and more difficult to find..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 12, 2020 18:44:29 GMT
Leuwinmorgh shook his head. “No son, you were much closer to the city. Lake Arawn was a settlement that a group of us dreamed up decades ago. Retired Reclaimers experienced in staying unseen populated it, the houses were underground. The area teemed with Mist mushrooms enchanters used to make powerful weapons and armor. It went well for many years, but eventually...eventually Dominius found it and when the next trading party returned they found naught but ash and dust.” He looked back at the human pair. “Perhaps he should go there. I sense something in him...” he clicked his tongue. “Something half forgotten. There’s more to him than meets the eye, and the girl too.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 13, 2020 3:19:16 GMT
"Someone recently tried to employ me to guide some Reclaimers into the false dragon's territory. I didn't give a proper answer..."
Herneiros leaned on a tree before declaring, "I already have a few other friends wanting to go into the Mist for their own reasons. I can take Demetrius too if he really wants to see it."
He looked up to the sky. "It seems everything is happening at once now..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2020 3:40:03 GMT
Leuwinmorgh nodded. “Once the circle of people you know expands it becomes a wagon’s wheel, full of spikes that always move faster and faster until it makes you dizzy.” He made a sign with his left hand then finished his ale. “When you have your raiding party let me know and we will coordinate our efforts. The Imperials have a secret base they wish to inhabit. Dominius and the Kraken being at war will give us an opening we’ve not had in decades.”
He took a last look at the two humans. “Watch our for him. Better a thousand enemies in front of you than one behind.”
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 13, 2020 5:43:56 GMT
Demetrius finished his wine for courage, nodded to Justine, and pulled her out into the group of dancing elves. It was no secret he had never been a confident dancer, and amongst the natives he must have looked a fool trying to copy their movements. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but enjoy dancing along, trying to keep up with the elves and copy their rhythmic footsteps. He spun around, Justine hanging on by her fingertips, laughing as they bumped shoulders with their towering company.
Wether by the wine or the revelry, Demetrius felt his head grow lighter and his edges soften. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he really was having fun.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 13, 2020 16:42:09 GMT
"Aye, father... I will be wary." He looked at the party and said thoughtfully to Leuwinmorgh, "We should probably get back. The wheel is missing its hub..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2020 16:53:24 GMT
“Mm, suppose so,” the elf grunted as he headed back to the dance. While the music played and the dance continued, an elf woman grabbed Demetrius’s hand and spun him in a circle. The music and dance would last til well past midnight.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 14, 2020 8:04:37 GMT
Demetrius laughed as the she-elf spun him, unsure wether to be flattered or embarrassed by the gesture. He danced till his feet hurt, drank another flagon of wine, and danced some more. It was a party like he’d never seen, and as the night wore down, Demetrius had nearly forgotten that he was not in fact an elf himself; and what a sobering realization it was. He was an outsider and always would be. It was that thought that returned his focus and reunited him with his wits, so he sought out Herneiros.
Finding him seated on a stump on the far end of camp, Demetrius approached Herneiros, pulling up an adjacent log. “Thank you,” was the first thing he said. “For bringing me along to meet your family. And for allowing me take part in a great party, for which I had no business attending.” He smile, surveying the guests as they dwindled like early morning embers in a fire. “Also, thanks for looking after Justine out in the wilds. She said she trusts you and that means a lot if you know what she’s been through.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 14, 2020 20:40:54 GMT
Herneiros was enjoying a slice of his aunt's roast pig and a cup of the blood liquor.
"You don't have to thank me. Friends look after each other." He sipped his blood liquor before asking, "So where are you from originally?"
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 14, 2020 22:33:17 GMT
Demetrius shrugged, "I'm not really from anywhere. I mean, I likely am from somewhere, I just don't remember. I was raised in an orphanage, right here in Bastion, but either they didn't know or didn't want to tell me." He took a swig of his own flagon, "How about you? I don't know much about elves."
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 15, 2020 0:05:01 GMT
Herneiros had a sad look as the other human spoke. "I don't really know myself. My elven parents found me floating down the river. Imperials sometimes tell me I look like I could be from a certain family that started their own community in the Mist but... frankly, I never really thought to look into it. I always just thought of myself as just a short elf until I started meeting other humans."
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