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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 12:02 am
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"Aye. Well if you want my recommendation..." The butcher stood up slowly, audible cracking noises coming from his legs. He walked to a nearby wall, beyond the sight of the window in the side of his shop that opened out to the town. Removing a large slab of meat from a nearby hook, he returned, dropping the slab onto the table infrnt of him. "Best venison you'll find in the Brighter side of the Kingdoms."
Elliot nodded, leading the way into his house. The front of the building consisted entirely of the storefront, a large room with meat hanging from hooks or else laid out on platters, metal hammers and knives scattered about. A single large window separated the street from the building, where the Erebus usually sat. To the side, hidden behind a door, was an enchanted room, kept continually cold via ice magic. (Another of the old man's secrets.)
Elliot led her past this, through a door hidden from the window behind a rack. This led to a somewhat well-furnished living room. The Vasguards weren't exactly poor. Nor were they rich, but it was atleast a fairly comfortable home.
"Um...go ahead and make yourself comfortable." Elliot suggested, sitting himself down in a nearby chair. "I mean, its not much, but...its home."
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 6:33 pm
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Trist Liliac
---Try a bit harder, work a bit longer--- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Looks good, looks good." He said, glancing down at the gem, noticing that it was not glowing as brightly as it was a moment ago."odd.." He mumbled, before looking up at the butcher."So, did some one in your family catch this?" he said, desiding to narrow it down, it was glowing when the boy and girl were out here, maybe it was one of them.Life is its own reward, live it, don't take it for granted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 5:44 pm
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Taru's eyes wandered around the house as they walked towards the back, smiling. When her gaze landed on the Ice room, her eyebrow rise as she pondered how that was able to do that. Did his father know a powerful ice spell to be able to keep the air cold in there? Or he paid a witch to create it? Either way, the room was surrounded by magic. She could feel it. It made her hair stand up at feeling it emanating from the room. While her mind pondered, she didn't realize she stopped to stare at the ice room. When she noticed, she was quick to run after Elliott again to catch up, giving a shy smile at being a bit left behind.
Once they got into the living room, she smiled even more. It reminded her of her house. The furniture didn't look expensive but they were comfy and nice. It gave it a homely feeling. She sat down when he told her to, unbuckling her belt with her sword attached and placing it on a nearby table. As well as taking off her bow and quiver and laying them on the table as well. Taking half of her arrows out of the quiver, she handed them to him, still smiling. "Here. Take some of my arrows. These you won't lose. I asked a magician to put a spell on them so they'd return to who ever shot them. And don't worry about me. I can make more and ask the magician again to do the same with the new ones."
Most of that was the truth. Except for the magician. She herself was the one to perform the spell but she tried to keep her powers a secret as best she could. She really didn't want to much attention.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 10:32 pm
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"Aye! that be the work of my son, Elliot. Didn'tya see his work as you walked in?" The man patted the deceased wolf on the slab behind him. "Its a family business. And one day, this will all be his."
Elliot blinked, taking the arrows as offered. Setting all but one down, his eye traveled along the shaft, to the feather, to the tip at the end. "Really?" He asked. Within the next half-minute, his bow was in his hand, the string drawn taught, his eye narrowed on a tree visible through a window. He let the arrow fly, watching as it struck its mark. He waited, to see what would happen.
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