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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 11:07 pm
In this thread, and this thread only, you will have to reintroduce your character to Pi. For more info, please see my character's info and the Plotting Place thread. Thank You! PS-Welcome to My World!! twisted
Pi has found a little stream in an older corner of the vast forest. There are some huge old trees here. She finds one that is not too far from the stream that suits her well. Uttering a short prayer to whatever dieity might be listening, she begins to use her powers to create a small cave under the roots of this mighty Oak. Pi creates hidden air ducts, a chimney designed to disperse the smoke well, and a hidden stair that leads to her doorway. The cave she creates is just one room big enough to hold a sleeping pallet, a good sized store of food, a stove, and a small shelf area for her personal items. When the shaping is done, she goes in to set her things in order.
The trees hear her whisper, "..home...."
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 6:40 pm
Pi takes a good look around her little home. I should have a cistern here. She kneels near her stone stove and begins another shaping spell. It calls to the stone below the ground. Up it rises, and reforms itself into a two chambered cistern. One side is now the wall to the stove for hot water, and the other side is for cold water.
She reforms her shelves for food storage into stone as well. Pi had some fallen branches gathered that were too green yet to use for her fire. She takes two into her hands and remakes them into doors for her pantry. After cleaning up after herself, she decides to go out and fill her cistern. I'll need a bucket.. She takes another green branch and makes a bucket. All set, she ventures out.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 8:04 pm
Lymeric carries two short swords on her person. She is wearing rough peasant's clothing. Her upper arms are bare, revealing a tattoo on her right bicep of a strange starlike symbol. She is weary after travelling for a long time.
Lymeric kneels down by a small stream to drink its cool water. She cups her hands, dips them into the water and brings them to her lips, but as she does, she hears a slight noise coming from nearby. She stands up sharply and looks towards the direction of the noise, placing her hand on the hilt of one of her swords. The sound was silenced now, but Lymeric stood still, listening.
(I will let magemisa make the first interaction)
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 8:31 pm
Pi walked toward the stream that was nearby. She wasn't really being careful about her movements, until she noticed the girl drinking from the stream. Noticing that she was heard, Pi stood still and watched the strange elf stand. Pi hesitated for a moment. Well, if I live here now, I should defend my home!
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Pi steps out of the brush, her hand glowing with magical power.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 8:39 pm
Startled, Lymeric tried not to reveal her fear. She realizes that this stranger has magical powers and knows how much of a threat she could be. Or was she merely pulling off an illusion to trick Lymeric? "I'd rather be careful" Lymeric thought.
Trying her best to hide her fear, Lymeric said, "My name is Lymeric. I was just passing through and stopped to get a drink and rest for a spell. I mean a bit! Rest for a bit! (Pause) I didn't realize that this was your stream. I have no desire to fight you. Just let me drink and be on my way."
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 9:07 pm
"Very well, stranger."
Pi watches her very carefully. The magical power fades. Why is she not trying to attack me? Do they not hate Drow in this plane? Do they have Drow here at all?
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 4:40 pm
As the glow ebbs from the stranger's hands, Lymeric takes her own hand off the hilt of her sword. Relief comes over her. She looks down at the water, but notices that the stranger will not stop staring at her. Lymeric feels uneased at this. "Why is she staring at me?" thought Lymeric. Suddenly she realized that she didn't feel like drinking anymore. "Maybe if I should talk to her," she thought.
Lymeric says, "Have you happened to see a large pink horse around here? He's my friend. We got seperated a few days ago when..." (she stops herself, realizing that she should not reveal too much. Not just yet). "Anyway, I'm just trying to find him."
Lymeric is an excellent tracker, but the horse's magic abilities have not only enabled him to elude his enemies, but herself as well.
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