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 Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 5:43 pm
 in the heart of the forest there is a hollowed out tree where a ranger lives. that tree used to belong to the late St. Olaf, who spent his life fighting of demons. while he did not complete his mission, his home and one kilometer in each direction (including above and below the gorund) has been warded from all demons, undead creatured, and evil in general. any that fit the above description that tries to enter will ignite, and any that manage to make it near the house will start to implode as well.NOTE:
-there are a lot of trees in a one kilometer of woodlands. you cannot possibly see the house from the boundaries, or shoot an arrow or any other projectile. however, there is a ring of trees with the limbs cut off at eye level announcing the limits of the barrier.
-no magical objects can get demons past the barrier. demons employing people to go though cannot pass because of the easy influence. (natural) animals can enter, because they do not observe good and evil as humans do. telepathing messages for plot advancement can go through, but mind control can't.
-the flames are magical, so kamikaze runs through the barrier to set the forest on fire don't work.
-Half demons cannot enter, because the barrier recognises the half part of you. The traits are still there
anything else, ask me. more to be added as it comes to mind
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 5:48 pm
((continuing from the conversation on page 22 of The Great Forest))
*crushes it up and tosses it in hers. sips his, ignoring the slight burn on his tongue*
home for me...is a poor farm with sick animals, and overbearing parents who rely on me too much, and then yell and berate when I can't comply to a workload that three people could barely manage...despite what went on when I first got here, this is paradice...almost...
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 5:53 pm
Aeife wobbled her mug mindlessly, watching the chocolate smoothly run against the metal, leaving a residue on the tin insides.
"Almost?" she asked just as absentmindedly as she had been fiddling with her hot chocolate. It seemed like a rather natural response... So she spoke the first thing that came to her mind, which was to inquire what was so bad about this place.
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 5:56 pm
((umm i dont relly know how big a killometer is i am used to miles))
*she sat down and began to play her flute*
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 5:58 pm
hmmm... *thinks for a little, wether he should tell her or not. why the hell not?*
well, the past year or so has been a little tough...with nobody to talk to I developed some...odd habits, to put it mildley. you may have heard of some stories of a crazy man in the woods who talks to himself as if there were people there all the time. well, they're mostley true, but exagerated, I guess you could say...
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 6:02 pm
hoshiko-demon ((umm i dont relly know how big a killometer is i am used to miles)) *she sat down and began to play her flute*((1000 meters, or about 30 minutes of walking on a flat field. add the twists and turns that trees make you take, it adds up))
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 6:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 6:05 pm
Aeife sat numbly, staring beyond the flames to the glowing embers of the logs. Her head shook gently.
"I'm afraid I've been... 'Out of touch' with things for a very long time..."
She hadn't heard anything like that. And this past year had been arduous for her as well, to say the least. So maybe it had been a year or so... The last time she was in touch with anything was before she was exiled from Quon. And that was quite some time ago.
How old am I now, I wonder...?
She put her hand before her face, and began counting on her fingers. Sure enough, it had been over a year already. Her birthday had come and gone.
"Seventeen...?" she whispered aloud. Really, she was seventeen? She then reached for her mug, holding it carefully and pressing her lips to the metal experimentally. It was hot to the touch, but her still chilled lips enjoyed the warmth. With a cautious sip, she pulled the mug away slowly with a slightly singed tongue.
"The chocolate... It's rather thick..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 6:08 pm
*raises an eyebrow when she said "seventeen". he thought he was the one with questionable sanity around here. but he asked no questions*
let it melt a little more, it has a tendency to cool rather quickley
*drinks some more of his, that's getting thck as well. sets it back next to the fire, and lets his cold hands hover near the fire a bit longer*
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 4:01 am
*she sat out side of the barrier just waching what she couldent see* stupid thing.... *she had one of her paws raped up in cloth sence she burned it*
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 5:00 am
Aeife sat her mug back down by the fire, then brought her arms up to her knees to once again cradle herself. She looked Gordon's way, catching his confused expression.
"It's how old I am... I think."
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 6:16 am
heh...age is a state of mind. The body ages with time, but the mind and soul ages with the events that happen in your life. Some people can be in their thirties and have the mind of a 12 year old *cough*nobles*cough* and some can be younger and have the spirit of someone much older and well traveled...
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 12:51 pm
*she still sat in the tree waching how still it was inside the barrer*so quiet.....
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 1:26 pm
"Maybe..." she looked away from him again. Though it wasn't important how many years one has lived, it still seemed valuable to know. Or maybe she was making it more important than it really was to push her other thoughts out of her mind.
Aeife then raised the tin mug to her lips once again, taking a sip of the chocolate with a gracious amount of mint. It smelled wonderful, and it tasted like winter.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 1:48 pm
*picks up his mug and takes another mouthful. savours the flavour and sets it down by the fire. stretches out on the ground and lets his feet warm themselves next to the fire*
blah....
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