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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 6:09 pm
"Dear, dear Rowan. I don't give a fig for my mother, but...she does hold vital information," I sighed. "So, yes, I shall have to keep her alive. In the meantime, I wish you would go. I'm expecting guests tonight, but I suppose I'll have to reschedule whether you kill me or not...your people have no doubt done great damage and my home won't be fit for guests, no matter of when you leave it...Go, please, I beg you. You can't hurt me, and there's nothing worth taking. There is no point in being here. Leave quietly, and I won't take it personally." I smiled at her. "And you, Onyx...why did you even bother coming here? We can't kill each other, today, at least--so why bother to come, if nothing can be done?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 4:06 pm
 Name: Alun Arwel Clan: no clan Age: 12 Gender: male Brief Description: Alun lived in a small Welsh settlement near the coast for the majority of his life. Being a closed community, his people were unaware of the dangers of this country. A group of rebellious cajuns came and set fire to the little village, killing all the adults and taking the children to the nearest town to let what happens happen. It's been a year since the incident and little Alun, traumatized by the horrors seen on that day, has yet to speak. He is forced to beg for food and live on the streets of the town. Main Enemies: none Other: very hardworking, but extremely shy, can't speak english well
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chancellor cherryclaw Vice Captain
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chancellor cherryclaw Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 8:10 pm
((Where is Ginger right now?))
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 1:33 pm
((With Rowan and Onyx in Ginger's mansion))
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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chancellor cherryclaw Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 4:11 pm
((gotcha))
Alun looked around the streets of the town, watching hundreds of people pass him by as they laughed and ate without so much as a passing glance to him. Alun looked over to the Pariston house. efallai ganddynt swydd i mi. Mae'n ergyd hir, ond mae angen bwyd. he thought. Alun walked up to the gates of the manor and looked around for a chime or something.
((translation
Welsh: efallai ganddynt swydd i mi. Mae'n ergyd hir, ond mae angen bwyd.
english: maybe they have a job for me. It's a long shot, but I need food.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 8:17 pm
I sighed when I heard the doorbell ring, sounding the loud gong that my father had so loved. God, how I hated that gong. I went up to it, opening the door and finding a small boy. He couldn't have been more than--thirteen, perhaps? I sighed again, and turned back to Onyx and Rowan. "Excuse me, please; but it seems I have another guest I must attend to," I said politely, and looked at the boy, subtly noticing his thinness. He hadn't eaten in a while, I supposed.
He looked...Welsh, too.
"Hello. Beth nei acha 'm gwynebu doorstep? Fel fynasoch heibio i 'r gwarchodlu?" I asked. Thank God I spoke perfect Welsh. I had mastered a number of languages. Welsh was one of my decent ones--not brilliant, but not as bad as my Hungarian--and I felt comfortable enough speaking in it.
((Translation: English: "Hello. What are you doing on my front doorstep? How did you get past the guards?"))
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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chancellor cherryclaw Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 2:32 pm
Alun froze up when Ginger started talking. His stomach growled like an angry lion, which was explanation enough for his appearance.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 2:27 pm
I sighed. "Explanation enough. Bwria 'ch re 'n llwglyd , 'na. Areithi Saesneg?" I ushered him inside. "I'll get him some food and get him out of here before a massacre occurs," I muttered to myself, looking around for a servant to hand him off to. Dang. I'd forgotten--Mass. It wouldn't be let out for quite a while. I asked Rowan and Onyx politely, pretending we were not trying to all kill each other, "Excuse me while I feed this little...boy." I wasn't too sure of the sex of the child, but I was pretty sure it was a boy.
I headed to the kitchen, taking him with me, rummaging through the massive kitchen's cabinets until I found some fresh bread and a pint of mead. "I suppose you're not too young to drink mead? Or would you prefer water?" I asked lightly. I didn't get to play the hostess often, but I knew how to act like anything. I could act like a hostess--pretty, light-headed, wasn't used to thinking, all of that. It was something I could play as. "I can get you anything you like, if you don't want bread. But if you haven't eaten in a while, you probably shouldn't eat too much. It'll hurt you more than it will help you."
((Translation: Welsh: Bwria 'ch re 'n llwglyd , 'na. Areithi Saesneg?
English: I suppose you're hungry, then. Do you speak English?
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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