Chapter 1 “What Follows in Shadow.”

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave its birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, turmoil rose among the white streets and alleys of Caemlyn. The turmoil was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

The City of Caemlyn, jewel of Andor and accounted one of the most beautiful cities of the world, is gripped in, what seems to an outside eye, the beginnings of madness. The sprawling but organized city streets spread out around the walled Inner City where the palace of the Queen of Andor, Morgase of House Tankard, resides. Made to house tens of thousands, the city is near bursting at the seams with people. The winter that does not seem to end has sent many into the confines of the city. Crops have failed to come up this year in many places due to the cold causing a severe shortage of food stuffs for many. An air of desperation radiates from the cold and hungry masses that huddle for warmth on the streets, homes, and inns of Caemlyn.

If that were not enough of a crisis for the city, a simmering spirit of unrest is on the verge of boiling over into violence. Two factions have formed within the city, the first are those who wish to see Queen Morgase removed from power for various reasons and backed by some of the growing mass of transients in the city. This faction displays themselves with white armbands, cockades, and sword peace-bonding wrappings. The opposing faction wears red armbands, cockades, and sword-peace-bonding wrappings, they are those who are still loyal to the ruling house and to Queen Morgase. Complicating matters even further, there are now squads of the Children of the Light (Whitecloaks) making their rounds through the streets, using the unrest to root out supposed ‘Darkfriends’. If that wasn’t enough, stories have been circulating of shadowy figures lurking in the surrounding countryside round the city and the procession of Aes Sedai transporting the false Dragon, Logain, is scheduled to soon pass through the city. The fear, desperation, and unrest of those who came to Caemlyn looking for relief, grows day by day. The Queen’s Guard does everything it can but the situation is nearing a breaking point. Natives of Caemlyn pray everyday for an end to the winter and for the speedy procession of the false Dragon through their city.

This is the climate of the city as it finds each of you within this bubbling pot of humanity over the proverbial fire. Each in your own time and through directions asked around find that the only inn left with any vacancies around the city is “The Golden Stag Inn”, a moderately prosperous establishment of some size tucked among the warehouses and merchant shops a little ways outside the city wall. Even with a few spaces open at the inn, it is still packed to near overflowing. Patrons are required to share rooms with two to three people, which isn’t complained about by the majority of merchants staying at the inn who like to keep a few guards on hand to guard their persons and valuables in this turbulent time.

Marien

It was to your great surprise the day when Coiren Sedai came to take you from your Accepted studies in the White Tower. Why you? “Because I need somebody to jot down notes for me and who knows how to maneuver around nobles. Having been one yourself, you shall do nicely.” She even produced a signed permission slip with the Amirlyn Seat’s signature and seal upon it giving Corien Sedai the right to take you out of the Tower for a time. So it was that you packed some of your possessions and meet the sister down in the stables.

She explained on the ride south that you both were headed to Caemlyn to help soothe the way with the Queen for the false Dragon to pass through the city. Word had reached the Whiter Tower weeks ago that the force of Aes Sedai who went out to capture Logain had succeeded and were on the way back with their dangerous cargo. The route back to Tar Valon and the White Tower would take the group straight through Andor and Caemlyn so Coiren Sedai was to help the Aes Sedai already in Caemlyn to make sure everything went on schedule.

When you both arrived in the city, it was a startling sight to Coiren Sedai to see the city in such chaos. The waves of people flooding the streets were a new attraction to Caemlyn. A little time asking around the city and Coiren Sedai was growing very troubled about the unrest. She altered the plan, finding an inn with some room and booking you into it. She left you instructions, “You will remain here child. The city is a great deal more dangerous than the last time I was here and there is no telling what could happen if the situation isn’t defused soon. I shall be discussing the manner with Queen Morgase for some time. Until I return, remain here and stay out of trouble.” Master Ferrin led you to your room on the second floor after Coiren Sedai left. For the moment, it was only yourself occupying the inn room, but not long after checking in, the innkeeper placed two more women in the same room with you. He apologized profusely but had little room to spare so everyone was being forced to bunk up with others. The first to join you is a rough looking Arafellin woman by the name of Fardel. Soon following her is another young peasant-looking woman called Eloisa.

Fardel

This ‘job’ was taking you the furthest south you had ever been! Up till that, you hadn’t roamed out of Arafel. To see a land that hadn’t seen a trolloc in centuries or the corrupting touch of the Blight was a marvelous sight. Even if trapped in what seems an endless winter, the southern lands are much warmer than your own frigid home. At least they don’t have the trees outside exploding from frozen sap each night from the cold. A ways you traveled south until you reached the very beautiful city of Caemlyn.

It took you the better pat of the day to track down the shop you were supposed to deliver the package to. The milling crowds of humanity flooding the streets didn’t help either. Finally, you found the shop and handed off the package for your payment. As it was starting to get late, you decided to find a place to stay the night before checking the city out or even heading back on the way home. It took more questions and wandering the city before your search took you to the last inn everyone was claiming had room left in the city, for a hefty sum.

On entering the “The Golden Stag Inn”, you noticed the boisterous crowd of merchants and their guards in the common room and the innkeeper, Master Ferrin behind talking to a patron. After a bit of haggling, you work out a stay in one of his rooms though you will be situated with other women. Being shown to your room, you meet the other inhabitant, Marien who has the air of a noble about her. Soon after you enter the room, another woman is shown into the room by the name of Eloisa.

Eloisa

It has been a long and hard road since you ran from Tear, fearful of your own abilities and what those around you would think of you for them. You were luckily able to join up with a merchant caravan heading up to Andor since a woman on the road alone is like a lighthouse beacon to unsavory types like bandits. Winter rarely shows much of a hold on the southern nations such as your own home, Tear, so as you traveled north into the Midland nations the rapidly cooling temperature was a shock to you. You even saw snow for the first time in your life. Wouldn’t that make some story back home where most everyone thought snow was just some wild story that northerners tell to try and pull your leg? You would have gambled with the caravan guards on the way north but the snake-eyes kept coming back to your mind.

Weeks later, the caravan reaches its destination at the capital of Andor, Caemlyn. The city is quite beautiful with its broad streets and virgin white palace and towers even if those same streets are overflowing with people. The city seems to be bursting at its seams as the merchants you travel with have a hard time finding a room. Finally, they discover that “The Golden Stag Inn” has some vacancies. Master Ferrin, owner of the inn, finds some rooms for the merchants quickly enough as they flash him their gold crowns, while for an overly inflated fee finds you a room with two other woman. “A bit crowded together, I know, but that’s what you must live with to have a roof over your head in Caemlyn for the time,” he remarks about that. Once you are settled in the room on the second floor, you get a chance to meet your roommates. One seems to be of noble blood by her demeanor and speech while the other is a bit rougher in origin similar to your own humble roots. They give their names as Marien and Fardel respectively.

Cray

After some time of quiet, it seems the Blight is starting to stir again. More raids from Trollocs have been reported and fought. This happens from time to time, and you are ready to defend Shienar against this monstrous threat… but against your voiced opinion, your commander ordered you down to Caemlyn to see that the passage of the false Dragon goes through fine and to see the troubles infesting the noble city. Rumors had been circulating up from the south that the endless winter was causing some of the southern nations to fret and worry themselves sick. The people of Shienar and the other Borderland nations were made of sterner stuff being right up against the Blight and with winters ten times as cold as the southern nations, so this news made most of you and your fellow soldiers’ chuckle in scorn at the weak nations of the south.

The journey south was a long one that took you some time before you reached the city of Caemlyn in Andor. Once arriving in the city, you were disgusted with disorder in the streets. If this place was ever attacked, the defenders would never be able to get anywhere to fend off the assailants with the crowds of people filling the streets. After getting a good look around the city, you try and find a place to bed down for the night. Every inn, it seems, is overfilled to bursting and the only place that you can get conformation that has space left is “The Golden Stag Inn” right outside of Caemlyn. It is a common resting spot for merchants and isn’t that hard to find once you get good directions to it. On entering the inn, you are greeted by the innkeeper, Master Ferrin. He says he only has one room left available and you’ll have to share it most likely before the day is out. The fee is discussed before you hand over your silver marks and head upstairs to stow your things and take a short nap.

Valon

All your life you have lived within the confines of the nation of Altara, a nation of varying fields of influence. The Queen of Ebou Dar’s influence only extended for a few dozen miles around the great southern port city where her palace was located. You lived most of that life away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities and villages, living off the land but you did make routine trips to Ebou Dar to do a few side jobs for extra cash. It was on one of these odd jobs that events lead to you accidentally slaying a fairly rich woman’s husband. When she came seeking your life in payment for her husband’s, you fled Ebou Dar. Not knowing much of the lands outside Altara, you headed east into the neighboring republic of Illian. The people there seemed to have a great deal of love of freedom and justice, so you felt safer here. It was around this time that for the first time in years upon years upon years, a new Hunt for the Horn was called. Lacking anything better to do, you joined the masses that flocked to Illian and took the Oath of the Hunter.

You were pledged to go out into the world and hunt down the fabled Horn of Valere, a magical item that was rumored to call back the heroes who had died over the Ages to fight for whatever cause the blower of the Horn asked, and return it to Illian. Thousands set out on their own leads and rumors they had heard while you were unsure where to head first. Then word came down of the troubles up in Caemlyn. An idea popped into your head that maybe this was a sign the Horn was nearby to the city. So you headed up toward Andor and Caemlyn.

Upon reaching the city, you soon were overwhelmed by the crowds lining the streets. This was worst than even the Rahad down in Ebou Dar. Needing a break from hunting down rumors in the crowds of outsiders and foreigners, you seek out an inn with space left to rest in. The only one you are able to track down is “The Golden Stag Inn” which you locate just outside the city walls. The innkeeper, a Master Ferrin, seems a nice fellow as he tells you the rather expensive cost of a room, which you will have to share with others. Begrudgingly, you pay the innkeep his fee and make your way up to your room. Upon entering the room, you see the sleeping form of a man, his head bald except for a topknot, who wakes up at the sound of the door, one hand going to his swords. After settling down, he gives his name as Cray of Shienar. It is not long after you exchange names that another man enters the room. He also has the look of a northerner and give his name as Galon.

Galon

All your life you never felt comfortable around others. Maybe it was their presence or just the thought of the depravities that humans commit upon one another, but you were always aloof from others your age. This is what led you to find solace in a life spent amongst the wilds of the Borderlands. You roamed in and out of the areas where the Blight swept down and stretched out its arms to the Borderland nations. You learned how to lose trollocs hunting for your blood and read their movements in their tracks. It was a hard existence, but you did well enough.

One day though, you had enough of it. The Blight, the stain of it on the land, and the darkness that lay beyond it, it was all too much. So you left. You made up your mind you would see if the rest of the world was a better place to live than the constant weariness and strife that marks a Borderlander’s life. One stop on your journey south was the nation of Andor and its capital city, Caemlyn. While you disliked large cities, from stories you had heard you just had to see the city once in your life. It was one of the greatest in the land and most beautifully designed. Thus it was a surprise when you entered the city and found the throngs of people milling about in the streets. You kept to yourself as you tried to make your way through the crowded ways, but eventually grew too uncomfortable around the crowds and looked for a nice, cozy inn that you could rest for the night and be alone. Unfortunately for you after asking around, it seemed all the inns were full up. You were able to get directions to one that might have some rooms left.

Upon entering “The Golden Stag Inn”, you could see it was quite crowded in itself. You talked briefly with the innkeeper to see if any rooms were left available. He told you he did have some space left, if you didn’t mind sharing with some others. With no other options, you agreed as he led you upstairs to your room. Within, you discover two other men, one looks like a Shienar with his distinct shaven head and long topknot of hair. He calls himself Cray, while the other, a tanned man from the south, gives his name as Valon.

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It has been part of a day since you each have entered the city, just enough time to feel the heavy aura of anger and desperation gripping the streets of Caemlyn. The hour is late in the afternoon as the evening meal will be served shortly down stairs in the common room and some tables set out in the stable yards since the inn is overflowing. For the time, you each are in your collective rooms with your fellow roommates.

OOC: And there we go, the adventure is started. Take the time to get to know each other and make sure to post a description of yourself in your first post so that everyone else knows what you look like. Here’s to hopefully a fun and adventurous game! ^.^

And if anyone didn’t like the way I handled their intro, get with me and we can rework some of the details of why you are here in Caemlyn.

Per Rosa's question: Each room has two beds. So two of you will be sharing or somebody will be sleeping on the floor/chair/etc.

Katrinity fucked around with this message on 03-02-2005 at 09:13 AM.

The regal woman seems to grow more approachable as she assumes a more relaxed sitting position, back to the wall. "Atleast I won't be wanting for company. Tsk, forgive my rudeness, I am Marien..." She seems to have been going to say something further, but instead trails off.

OOC: Bleh, hope that comes out alright. Was I right with the cyan dialogue? Also, how many beds are there in each room? Only one? x_x

As she walks in, her first steps are like one of cat stepping in the doghouse. but once her eyes scaned the room and the Lady standing in it, she walks in like it was her second home.

She drops her travel backsac in a corner, far from the door.
The bag it self let's out a "poofff" of dust.
As Fardel's Sits on the floor next to her bag, taking off her long gloves that looks more like Rags.
She let's out a comment, that is hard to tell betwin sarcastic or humuristic;
"Crowded he sayed, compaired to everything in this city, this room is a place to imtimacy!"

She then procides to take off her boots. Turning the first one up-side-down to let out dust, sand and spider. She then streatch her feet and toes, Her socks with 4-5 holes in it.

As she pulls a new pair of socks out of her bag, she says simply;
"Hi"

Pair and Rena fucked around with this message on 03-01-2005 at 08:10 PM.

I look for an empty spot in the room and place my stuff there on the ground. After that's done i roll out my bedroll and sit on it crosslegged while unpacking some basics like my spare clothes and empty water skins. I show no interest in the other people in the room beyond a simple aknowledgement of existence and a glance to "size them up". I niether offer my name nor ask about theirs on my own, however I try not to give off any hostile body language either.

OOC: Galon is a tall man, looks to be in his mid-to-late thirties. His hair is dark brown and none too clean looking, tied back into a single pony tail with one leather thong at the nape of his neck. The tail extends to a little bit below his shoulders where it's been crudely hacked off. He's fairly weathered looking and very well tanned. While he's not bulging muscles he looks to be in good condition. As he's unpacking some of his supplies he is still wearing the mail shirt and handaxe that he had when he walked in. Amongst his supplies is a small recurved bow that is currently unstrung. He has the useual assortment of traveling items but other than those travels with very little.

OOC: I'll bust out the CoH character generator to whip up a picture of him later.

Dr. Gee fucked around with this message on 03-01-2005 at 07:05 PM.

Just stretching the boundary of an average height, Marien is nevertheless a figure that commands attention. A cool, dark gaze remains constantly aware of her surroundings, and then some. Mary possesses a rich dark complexion, skin far too smooth to have spent much time in the Rahad. Her chestnut hair is but a few shades darker than her skin, and flows down her shoulders in waves, carefully maintained. The channeler's dark crimson lips remain pressed thin in a calm reserve for the most part.
The initiate hasn't yet had all the aristocrat ironed out of her by the tasks of an Accepted, as evidenced by the elaborate white dress. In traditional Altaran fashion, the dress permits her to move with relative freedom and comfort. Curiously, her form is devoid of jewelry, which only serves to emphasize two objects: the ring upon the middle finger of her left hand, depicting a serpent devouring it's own tail, and the shimmering black leather sheath upon her hip, with thorny vines made of silver creeping up the sheath. The handle of the curved dagger continues the silver thorn vine pattern, with the image of a red rose formed with colored blown glass.

Gah, wrong account.

Lashanna fucked around with this message on 03-01-2005 at 08:05 PM.

Another awkward silence passes by as the Ebou Dari makes the time to introduce herself, dispelling the Tairen's concentration. Her face flushes red unnoticeably (thanks to the hat), realizing that, well, fixating the eyes on those two without saying anything might be considered "rude." The woman pokes her hat back up, leaving her face vulnerable to the women in front of her. She takes another step forward, gazing open into her roommates' eyes (moreso the Ebou Dari than the Arafillen) one last time. With a soft and serene whisper, she finally greets them with only four precisely chosen words;

"My name is Eloisa."

OOC: (EDIT: Fudge! Why did I forget to incorporate height in this. Gonna just be lazy and do the numbers, she is 5'3" and 12 stones.) With flowing auburn hair chasing past her shoulders, accenting her finely shaped tanned body, Eloisa could have been considered a perfect gem in other nations. However, this is a Tairen woman. Piles of coarse cloth, formed into a rather roughly sewn beige dress covers every inch of her skin, neck to legs, held together by a ragged, pale green apron. Her hair is generally tucked underneath an oversized straw hat, giving off the appearance of a rather plain and unattractive woman. The look she tries to accomplish is close to perfection, with only her shimmering emerald eyes dispelling the illusion when spotted from underneath her comforting headgear.

Addy fucked around with this message on 03-01-2005 at 08:24 PM.

The dark-skinned woman lifts a hand to her ear and traces the edge of it as she casts her eyes out the window, that smirk returning as a thought crosses her mind. "Still. They say he is very handsome, in a brooding sort of way."

Marien Sutoma fucked around with this message on 03-01-2005 at 09:33 PM.

As I followed Master Ferrin to my new home away from home, I drew surprisingly few stares from those in the common room. It is a sad time when a warrior far from his home and carrying enough gear to start a small war in public starts becoming normal. I sighed as I maneuvered my lance into the too small room and leaned it against the wall. Ferrin smiled and turned, leaving me to introduce myself to my cot.

There was time to kill before dinner, but not enough to check out the area. A quick search through my pack brought a small dagger and block of wood to hand. Might as well keep the ol' trade in mind. It wasn't long before another fellow joined me in the room along with Ferrin's apologies about the crowding to interrupt my carving. A shrug from me. Nothing unusual for someone used to living in tents on the edge of the Blight...

I forget my manners. "Cray Fielder. Of Shienar if you couldn't tell."

Cray Fielder fucked around with this message on 03-02-2005 at 11:36 PM.

OOC: I intend on using blue to distinguish when i'm speaking Borderlander to keep things straight if you're just breasing through dialouge unles anyone has any objections.

Dr. Gee fucked around with this message on 03-02-2005 at 01:36 AM.

Addy fucked around with this message on 03-02-2005 at 03:15 PM.

Having said my piece I went back to cleaning my gear.

Galon d'Breglan fucked around with this message on 03-02-2005 at 10:23 PM.

Lashanna fucked around with this message on 03-02-2005 at 10:22 PM.

Pacing across the room, she murmurs, "Tairen... Now, see, Tairens there are a respectful lot, atleast. Not the nobles always, though..." She looks to the door as if waiting for someone and goes back to her impatient laps about the inn room, small as it may be.

OOC: For the uninformed, which would be everyone at this point... Valon is fairly average sized, though most would put him a bit on the taller side. He is fairly well-built, as he would need to be to properly use the large axe hanging off of his back. His dark hair is kept fairly short, and he has the beginnings of a beard -- it's been at least a few days since his last shave. As for clothing, he doesn't wear much -- a ragged pair of tan-ish colored pants, some brown boots and a brown shirt. All this is covered by a brown cloak that is torn in more than a few places.

At first glance, he may seem to be a beggar-type. The previously mentioned axe, though, would likely cause a second thought on that theory.

Valon lightly nodded towards his two new "roommates" as he took a quick survey of the room. Noting that there were only two beds, Valon quietly walked over to a corner of the room and laid his few things down while the other two went on with a conversation that he was only half paying attention to.

After taking off his cloak and neatly folding it, Valon turned towards the other two and waited for a moment before interjecting.

"Seems we're gonna be sharing this room. You are welcome to the beds if you like, I much prefer the floor. Name's Valon, by the way. he says, pulling out a small rag of some kind. He then takes the rag and starts to wipe down the head of the axe while again half paying attention to the conversation.

Damn lot of people here. You said you wanted to see the city and here you go. Feh. Stench of fear's almost as bad as back "home". Well, maybe not.

I went down into the common room to look for a table I could find some measure of peace at.

OOC: Can you tell me what I see in more detail down in the commons and if i spot anything strange like people who are paticularly well armed? Also some more detail about the bedroom would be nice.

Galon d'Breglan fucked around with this message on 03-03-2005 at 01:38 AM.

Pair and Rena fucked around with this message on 03-03-2005 at 02:21 AM.

She takes another step forward and throws her arms up in the air to push back her sleeves with the power of science (or should I say, gravity), lowering them afterwards--just in time to catch the second roommate leaving. The woman casts a rather indescribeable glance at Fardel, hands dancing across a visible pouch on her side in effort to offer a contrasting appearance. "Yes," Eloisa nods after a brief pause, "Let us eat."

As both Galon and Fardel exit their rooms, which suprisingly are side-by-side right in front of the stairwells leading downward into the common room and upwards into the third floor of the establishment, they catch sight of each other. Seeing another Northerner isn't such a rare occurance in the city currently, so not worth remarking on that much. They both begin to head for the stairs but are stopped as one of the inn serving girls finishes scaling them. "Oh, excuse me sir and mam. Dinner is ready, but I see you are already heading down." The young woman, barely in her twenties, steps aside with a curtsey to let both of the Northerners by as she then heads to the room doors and proceeds to knock on everyone and notify the occupants that dinner is ready.

Marien and Eloisa

Just as the words leave Eloisa's mouth to go grab something to eat, a gentle rap comes from the door as a young woman's voice carries muffled through the wood, "The evening meal is ready."

Valon and Cray

Shortly after Galon exits the room, both Valon and Cray hear a light knock upon their room door. A young woman's voice calls through the wood, "The evening meal is ready."

Downstairs - This is the description that everyone gets on heading downstairs.

The common room is a simple room with several tables set up, 50 feet from long, 30 feet wide with a nice roaring fire lit in the fireplace at the north end of the chamber. The noise coming up the stairs from it is very noisy as sounds of talking, laughter, music, and singing mingle together into a symphony that distinguishes a good inn.

The mood at the Golden Stag is boisterous, almost festive. Although the simplicity of the fare, reflects the long, hard winter, there is plenty to drink--and where there is ale and a lighthearted crowd, music, laughter, and games of chance quickly spring up. So many are crammed into the Golden Stag that the common room cannot contain all the guests, and tables have been set up in the stableyard to accomodate the overflow. There several open fires have been lit, to hold the wintery chill at bay and grant a cheery atmosphere. A fiddler plays as guests chatter and toss dice.

Nearly all the tables are filled up outside as several folk are just standing around the fires, warming their hands. One bench beside a long table out in the stableyard remains empty, enough to fit seven to eight people elbow to elbow. Serving girls move back and forth from a side door in the yard, bringing out hot, simple foods such as stew and scrawny roasted rabbit to the hungry patrons of the inn. The mead and ale flows freely as many try to celebrate and forget their worries for the night.

OOC: The common room is so full you can't even find a spot to stand by the fire. You have to head outside if you want to find a place to sit and eat or to warm yourself by a fire. Making a map of the inn, so should have that up soon.

And to Galon's question, there are several men spread out in the yard with swords or dagger peace bonded to their sheathes and a few inside.

Katrinity fucked around with this message on 03-03-2005 at 03:40 PM.

On going outside he looks for a relatively empty table and sits at one least occupied even if it's a little ways away from the fires. Upon sitting he motions over a serving girl to ask for some ale and stew. After doing this he looks around for anything of interest, like any games of skill.

Fardels waits for Ale and food.

Dr. Gee fucked around with this message on 03-03-2005 at 04:25 PM.

Doors are the red striped lines. The only free spot at a table is the southern most outside table on the east side of it. Map is set up so North = Up, West = Left, East = Right, South = Down.

Katrinity fucked around with this message on 03-03-2005 at 05:12 PM.

Marien sighs, and lifts a hand idly, "I'd hoped I would be spared the food by Coiren Sedai..." With an umph, the young lady hoists herself off the bed and smiles faintly to the Tairen girl. Making her way out of the cramped room, Marien steps lightly down the stairs, and stops halfway to look over all the activity of the commons area. With a grimace of distaste, her soft-soled boots step lightly through the crowd, head held steady and high.

After a time, Marien emerges from the inn into the street outside, only to be greeted with clashing colors. Her dispassionate eyes cooly evaluate the crowd, and she takes a seat where she won't be forced to brush against anyone. She casually, for the time, waits for a serving person who doesn't seem too busy.

Galon grunted and nodded at the newcomers to the slightly less crowded table, noting that the one lady appeared to be somewhat distinguished. Mostly from the fact she didn't appear to have been grubbing in a sty like the other.

Dr. Gee fucked around with this message on 03-03-2005 at 07:36 PM.

My stuff had all better be here when I get back...

After heading out into the dining area, Valon looks for a table. Not noticing much of anything available, he notices his other roommate and heads over to sit down. He then looks towards Galon...

Any idea what they're serving tonight? he says, disregarding any others at the table for the time being.

He eyed an open spot at a table with his new roomates and a few women. He gave a quick grin and a short bow to the women before sitting down with his ale. "A fine evening to you all." The soldier nodded at those sharing his room as he shifted a bit trying to find a comfortable way to sit with two swords on ones back.

Not taking much space by her self, Fardel still trys to keep some elbow space.

Marien sits across the table from the Borderlander man and the other Altaran, seeming content to relax for the moment. A few tresses of her hair drift into her vision, which seems to take equal turns evaluating the men at her table, and the food before them.

Suddenly, Mari's smile fades and her eyebrows contort in an expression of indecision, a moment longer changing the expression to defeat. Reluctantly, she raises her hand and attempts to flag down a server for some food. "I hope I can stomach it..."

The small channeler simply shrugs as Marien seemingly chooses the table for the group--after all, who else is Eloisa going to eat with? She claims a chair next to the Aes Sedai, holding down her straw hat for stability as she lowers herself to her seat. "Be thankful you at least have the opportunity to soothe your hunger," she softly comments with a tinge of spite echoing in her words. Otherwise, the woman seems to ignore the others at the table.

Her Face grins with a amused smile, as her toughs are sayed softly;
"A mush more ... diplomatic... way to say what I was thinking; I like you."

Takes a othere sip of her Ale.

Pair and Rena fucked around with this message on 03-04-2005 at 10:13 AM.

He laughs a bit before looking towards the three women now seated at the table.

I apologize for the improper introduction. My name is Valon and I am from Ebou Dar...or, at least, I used to be... he says, going silent for a moment. If you do not mind sharing it, what would each of your names be?

Betwin sips, softly and barely a sond;
"...Fardel"

Meanwhile, the fiddler starts a merry dance tune though not many people standing around the fires seem to be dancing. The talking and laughing outside starts to die down as more hushed, angry whispering takes its place. Nearby closer to the door into the common room of the inn, a burly fellow with a blunt cudgel stuck through his belt, obviously a bouncer for Master Ferrin, steps outside and takes position to watch over the crowd in the stableyard.

OOC: And if anyone wants to make any kind of rolls for anything during the game, send me a PM with what you want to do, or state you'd like to try in OOC with your post. I'll be doing the rolls but promise not to fudge them either way. I'll be posting exactly what the roller gets me, good or bad for heroes and bad guys.

Katrinity fucked around with this message on 03-04-2005 at 01:56 PM.