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Post by Mattyrewls22 on May 13, 2006 11:17:42 GMT -5
Matt lies on a bale of hay and closes his eyes. He knows what danger the journey ahead will bring. Life and death, Maim and safety.
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Post by Random Tree on May 13, 2006 11:51:26 GMT -5
The morning chorus of birds wakes Yarran well before sunrise. He at first moves slowly, ready for another day of farming. But the small piece of paper lying on the small table by his bed reminds him of what will be happening this day. He nearly leaps out of bed, dresses, and half-falls down the loft ladder. His mother is till abed, her snores audible throughout the house. Smiling to himself, Yarran puts together a month's rations from the cellar, and stores them in his horse's panniers. He also grabs five or six waterskins and fills them from his barnyard pump. A small bottle of whiskey goes into his panniers as well. Finally, he straps on his trusty sword.
"Well, this is it. I'm finally going on another adventure!" He hadn't been on one in a while, and the excitement has his blood racing. In a fine mood, he leads his horse down to the Tavern to meet Matt.
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Post by Ired Grethor on May 13, 2006 12:43:13 GMT -5
Ired came out of a nearby forest on his horse. He rode it into the town, and up to the tavern and put it's regiens on the horse holders, and walked in. He walked up to the bar, and sat on a stool, "Get me an ale," he said as he took out a few coins.
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Post by Random Tree on May 13, 2006 12:47:39 GMT -5
Yarran notices a man tie his horse up outside the Tavern, and walk inside. Something about the face seems familiar...
"No, it can't be... Yes it can! Ired!"
He runs inside the Tavern to greet Ired, whom he hadn't seen in a matter of some months. In an excited babble, he tells of how he was farming for months, with nothing to do, and how a man named Matt came yesterday and gave him a scrap of parchment and how he was going on a quest...
His excitement is clear.
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Post by Ired Grethor on May 13, 2006 12:56:49 GMT -5
"I've been on some quests, also. Like slaying a legondary monster." he said to Yarran, "So I see it's boring without me, Rachel, or Jonny." he said with a smile.
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Post by Random Tree on May 13, 2006 13:02:53 GMT -5
"You speak the truth, Ired. I haven't known what do do with myself these past months, other than farm as I used to. I'm really looking forward to this!"
He plunks himself down on a barstool next to Ired, and orders a fresh-squeezed fruit juice.
"It's too early in the morning for ale," he remarks as his juice arrives.
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Post by Ired Grethor on May 13, 2006 13:06:38 GMT -5
ooc:remember, my guy is 5 years younger than he was in the one in rs forums
bic: "Mabye for you, but I need one, I haven't had one from this tavern for a long time," he said as he took a sip of his ale. He then ordered some breackfast and started eating, "You could have done something, like explore the forest outside of town." he said finnaly.
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Post by Random Tree on May 13, 2006 13:09:40 GMT -5
Yarran grins. "What did you think I used to do as a child? I know the local glens, streams, caves, and ponds better than probably anyone here. They used to calm me down when I got excited from reading my books..."
He wistfully stares into his fruit juice, as if hoping to find solace in it. "I suppose I could have revisited my favorite spots, but my heart just wasn't in it."
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Post by Ired Grethor on May 13, 2006 13:12:34 GMT -5
"Sorry, and do you still have that necklace I gave to you a while ago?" he asked turning to look at Yarran. The bartender came and took his plate away into the washing area.
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Post by Random Tree on May 13, 2006 13:15:01 GMT -5
A cloud seems to pass over Yarran at the mention of the necklace. "I'm afraid Dasl took it from me in his interrogation camp..." He shudders. "You would have to ask that evil man yourself."
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