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Camp

Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 7:34 pm
by Barbarian Barbie
The group had ridden until sundown, and found an oft-used campsite on the side of the road. It looked like it was used by merchant caravans, but none were here tonight.

First, the duties of setting up camp were attended to. Aroal took it upon herself to start a campfire, then set up some of the deer meat from the night before last to roast over the fire.

OOC: Just settle in and take care of anything that your character needs to do for now.

Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 3:09 am
by Mana Link
Elainne took to her squirely duties, pitching her and Al's tents. After the tents were set up, she went about polishing his armor and her own upkeep on her own weapons and armor. Since they stayed at an inn the day before, she hadn't had the time to enjoy the outside air and Mossian weather, which was so different from the Flaim heat that she was used to. The dry, almost musky, heat of the inn didn't help with her chores, so she made up for the lax the day before.

Al sat in front of the fire practicing his boyhood tricks of palming a coin and then making it 'disappear into thin air'. Little sleights of hand he picked up hanging out in the barracks with the common soldiers. It was a way to mindlessly get rid of the stress the sword was putting on him. The more he practiced, the more at ease he felt, as if the childhood tricks had taken away the years of stress and anguish he had faced in his brief life.

Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 3:25 pm
by Alera Tai'var
Zylanthian, unlike the others, took advantage of the only benefit that the elderly are left: that others would take care of the hard stuff. The old man sat next to Al, looking out ahead of him through closed lids. Wolfgang sat at his side, while Ludwig had simply wandered off out of sight. Wolfgang was fascinated by Al's coin trick and, when the warrior revealed the coin to be gone, his nose poked up around Al's hand, confused as to what had just happened. Wolfgang whined quietly, boggled by the swordsman.

Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 4:14 pm
by justindustries
Mieijha flopped down by the fire uncerimoniously. Although that didn't help her tender buttocks, she was delighted that the ground wasn't jiggling and jostling below her. "Riding horses is hell." She grunted and lay back on the ground. "I don't think I can go on." she whined. "Not on horseback at least. I'd rather take my chances dipping in a pool of molten metal then to spend one more day riding on the back of a horse. Let's face it, elven butts weren't made for long days on a horse."

Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 12:53 am
by Alera Tai'var
"Perhaps we should stop at a blacksmith and see what he can do about your request then," Zylan said, a grin forming underneath his beard. "I prefer walking myself."

Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 7:02 pm
by Mana Link
"I wasn't too familiar with a saddle when I was young- er inexperienced." Al admited, palming the coin again and pretending to pull it from his nose. "It's something that a butt gets used to, elven or not."

Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:08 am
by OokeStoneskull
Sara smiled, “Maybe as an elf you would prefer to ride the horse bareback?” she commented while trying to hold back her giggles. The words bareback made her tingle inside. The thought of riding a horse bareback only made it worse.

Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 8:52 pm
by Barbarian Barbie
Aroal, crouching next to the fire, chuckled a little at the comments made by her companions, but the barbarian woman had little to add. She kept her focus on the roasting meat, poking it to make sure it was cooking all the way through. It was near ready. She then thought of the wolves. They had no need for roasted meat. "Zylan, would your wolves like some raw meat, or will they hunt for their own food?" she asked the elderly man across the fire.

OOC: My little plot twist involves Sara, so keep a close eye on the thread Ooke!

Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 11:46 am
by Scythed
Scythed had followed insilence, his mind debating the physical possibility of drawing his sword if it was sheathed across his back. He was thinking up a complex system of pulleys and springs as he helped set up caSp.
Sitting by the fire, he decided that he'd miss the comforting weight at his hip. "Well" he finally spoke up "Your ass will get twice as sore with the horse's spine riding up in it if you go bareback. Don't resist the animals movement when you ride, have your hips move with it... and if it gets really bad, just stand in the stirrups" He'd managed to get into a calvary unit a while back, though he'd sold the horse as he'd had noone to hold it while he obtained the spoils of war.

Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 2:17 pm
by Alera Tai'var
Zylanthian looked down at Wolfgang and posed the same question to them, as if Aroal should have thought to do that herself. Wolfgang replied with a rather meaningful stare, which the old man interpreted as if it were common. "However it is prepared is fine. Ludwig is disinterested in your meal. Not a commentary on the cook, simply the ease of gaining it. However, Wolfgang takes it however."

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 11:44 am
by Barbarian Barbie
Aroal took out the last of the raw meat (the rest she sold to the innkeeper), and unwrapped it from the waxed paper, then laid it down for Wolfgang.

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 4:25 pm
by justindustries
Mieijha sighed. "I'm far too old and too fragile to bouncing on a horse bareback, regardless of what you young 'uns think." She pouted a little and half turned to Myel Elina. "Sing us something, would you? I think I've had enough of the conversation about my behind already."

Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:50 am
by Myel-Elina
Myel-Elina gladly answered favourably to Mieijha. She had listened to only half of the conversation, something about horse-riding and bareback. Not the kind of talk that matters to her. She was still worried with that strange symbol on her lute and dagger…

A little music would ease me too. She thought while taking her lute. The instrument was soft in the touch, and the bard always enjoyed the feeling of it in her hand.

She tuned the strings, then began to sing softly. It was an elvish song, written in that delicious language, although Myel-Elina was sure her voice and accent would seem rude to Mieijha and Sara. The bard did not understand the meaning of it, but it sounded like some sad story. Exactly the kind of songs her heart wanted to sing at the moment.

Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 5:13 pm
by Barbarian Barbie
Sometime passed while Myel-Elina played and the meat cooked. Finally, the meat was ready, and Aroal began to pass out the sticks with impaled steaks on them. As she began to eat, a throaty howl was heard in the distance. Aroal dismissed it as another wolf pack, and assumed they wouldn't be foolish enough to trespass into their camp.

Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 7:15 pm
by Mana Link
Al paused when he heard the howling. "Does Moss always have so many wolf sounds, or are we just lucky that way?" Al had dealt with desert wolves, but they weren't nearly as meaty or thick as Wolfgang and Ludwig were.

Ellaine pursed her lips at her master's questions. Being city bred and not used to country life, she hadn't had much experience with wildlife. "Master Al, tell us a story about the war with Marmo."

Al shook his head. "It was long, boring and repugnant. I met a bunch of weird people from different countries and one of them was a quarter elf. I met Parn- er, King Kada...Kada....mouse?" He shrugged and continued, "Him and the high elf Deedlit. Though she was more of a blonde wisp of a lady than someone you'd call a real beauty. Not that she wasn't beautiful, she just wasn't really my type, I mean I don't really go for twig creatures." Al ate a bit more before continuing. "Other than that, there is really not much to tell about the war. We all went back to our respective countries after the Marmo decided to leave, and I had this cursed sword on my hands."