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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 19, 2014 20:29:34 GMT
Adwen hid her internal disgust. She would end up sharing a space with the elf. 'Ugh, great.' She nodded her head and stepped into the female bunks, already unimpressed by the sights before her. ________________________
He stared at the barge, eyes disdained with the sight. "A barge," his friend muttered. "How are we supposed to follow them now?"
"We'll follow the river on our horses until they stop. Idiot." He added the last bit underneath his breath, his friend nodding his head in agreement.
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Post by Light on Jan 19, 2014 20:50:08 GMT
The barge and river not being the things she was worried about, Seyla joined those already on board.
It was the shared sleeping arrangements that concerned her and as she stood in silence she was contemplating quite how she was going to get around that.
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The throne was surrounded by a barely visible haze as the last stone sank beneath the floor.
Aranthor sat upon the throne, one eyebrow arched high as he looked on whilst the robed figure stepped back and admired its handiwork. "Well?" Aranthor snapped, shifting impatiently on the throne.
"The magic works my lord. We have but to test it." It raised a hand at the haze and from its outstretched, gloved palm a bolt of searing emerald fire burst forth and struck the haze where it was dissipated through the air with a flash. "The spell functions as intended."
"What use is hiding behind a shield?" Aranthor demanded. "If I cannot attack from safety?"
"A last resort. No-one can breach it but whilst inside you are free to transport yourself from here should the need arise."
"The need will not arise!" As Aranthor stepped down from the throne the haze vanished. "I admire the work that went into this but do you really think that anyone can breach my tower? Do you really think that if anyone does that they will reach me? Do you really think that even if they did that they would be able to defeat me? Tell me truthfully are you expecting that the empire has anyone who has the power to stop me?!"
"Of course not my lord. I am merely taking every precaution on your behalf as you are so preoccupied with your work."
Aranthor narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out if that contained anything that might be construed as an insult. He was disappointed when it didn't. "Yes well. Carry on and stay out from under my feet!" He snapped as he turned towards the doorway. "Where's Corellian? He should be back by now!"
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Cooky
One Of God's Mistakes
Posts: 23
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor
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Post by Cooky on Jan 19, 2014 23:26:32 GMT
Bjorn felt right at home on the barge. It's musty damp confines reminded him of his days as a raider aboard one of his father's longboats. Those had been good days filled with lots of raiding, pillaging, drinking and wenching. He had boarded that boat at the tender age of 15 and left it at 22 as a man. "I find these quarters to my liking. I am a man at home on the water." He then grabs a stool and goes back up on to the barge's deck with it. Placing the stool by the gunwale, he sits down and pulls a small fishing rod and a pot of bait from within his bag and sets about baiting his line.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 19, 2014 23:51:14 GMT
Fivara walked into the female cabin and stared at the beds. She was certainly not going to go on a top bunk, having to clumsily clamber about just to get in and out of bed. The bottom bunks didn't look particularly pleasant either, having to sleep under someone moving and wriggling in their sleep. She looked at who she'd be sharing this space with and felt faint. The half-elf was the worst of it. The thought of an elf being with a human was enough to turn her stomach, let alone to look at the deranged offspring that came as a result of it. She preferred the term half-human, as the thought of a half-elf referring to themselves as any kind of elf was simply wrong. They would never be elves, they were far too short and had no sense of elegance or grace. She held in her feelings and walked towards a lower bunk. She waved her hand over it to change the manky bedding and broken mattress into something more comfortable and appealing to the eye. The new sheets also smelt a hell of a lot better. She breathed in the new scent, happy with her work, and turned to the other female adventurers. "I'll take this one." She smiled.
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Post by Light on Jan 20, 2014 0:02:37 GMT
Once all were aboard the captain cast the moorings aside and began barking orders at his crew to move them into the current of the river with their poles.
"I wouldn't worry about it. The river's swift but smooth." Feldoran assured the Orc. "If you feel ill we have something for that." He then looked to Bjorn curiously. "You can actually catch things on a moving boat?" He raised an eyebrow at the man.
Seyla wandered quietly into the female cabin. It wasn't anything special but it wasn't the worst thing she'd ever seen. She watched as Fivara changed the bedding with her magic. "I umm don't suppose you could do that to my bed could you?" She asked the Elf hopefully.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 20, 2014 0:05:43 GMT
Adwen nodded and threw her bag on the bunk above Fivara's. "I'll take the top bunk." She smiled at the elf, innocently, with a hint of malice to he grin.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 20, 2014 0:45:17 GMT
Fivara smiled at Seyla. Humans on their own she had little problem with. "Of course." She waved her hand over Seyla's bed, replacing the mattress, bedding and smell. It wasn't quite as nice as Fivara's but it was still lovely, and still a huge improvement.
Adwen barged past and Fivara did her best to not look at her with disgust. Of course she took the top bunk. They were not going to get on well.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Jan 20, 2014 1:38:56 GMT
The Orc spent his time in between lying on a bed a little too small for him, yet still a vast improvement on the excuse of a bed inside "The Rusty Helm", and watching the scenery go by as the boat began it's journey. He still dwelled on the issues of yesterday, of how he could not commune with the fire elementals. It was not something he felt like he would discuss with the party, but in his behaviour he certainly kept to himself a bit more than he had before. Marching up and down the barge with a silent stern face, Magdud racked his brain over the possibilities of the bad omen.
In the end, he thought best to sleep since there was little else to do on the ship. He did not feel sociable and he did not have much to talk about even if the mood did take him. The big green figure lay on his side in the bed and began producing bestial snores.
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Post by Light on Jan 20, 2014 15:24:21 GMT
Seyla gave the Elf a nervous but warm smile in return, then marveled as she transformed the bed into something far more comfortable. She resisted the urge to hug the ambassador for that.
"Thank you!" She beamed, placing her luggage beneath the bed. "I hope I can repay your kindness." She then bowed to the Elf. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I must pray for our safe passage." She knelt at the foot of her transformed bed and bowed her head, her hands clasped before her chest.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 20, 2014 15:38:30 GMT
Fivara stared at the girl bent on the floor. 'Peculiar' She thought before deciding she would wander the barge.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 20, 2014 16:00:13 GMT
Adwen eyed the human on the floor and rolled her eyes. She watched as the Elf left and decided to trail after her. "So," she said to the ambassador, "What brings you to these parts?"
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Post by Tonks on Jan 20, 2014 16:13:09 GMT
Fivara was confused by the half-elf's question. "The same thing as you. We're on a quest together, remember?" She was infuriated by stupid questions.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 20, 2014 16:27:15 GMT
Adwen smiled innocently. "Yeah. We are aren't we? Hey, erm. Fivoran right? What are you doing here? I mean, I would've thought that Ambassadors wouldn't bother with these kind of missions."
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Post by Tonks on Jan 20, 2014 18:13:08 GMT
"It's Fivara." She said bluntly. "I was assigned, not that it's any of your business. And why are you here? Because let's face it, it isn't for the adventure. You're no mage."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 20, 2014 18:19:01 GMT
Adwen kept her smile in place and shrugged. "Yeah well you're nothing but a racist bitch but hey, I don't complain." She moved to jump onto the side of the barge, balancing herself on the thin edge, her arms out to her sides as she walked. "Must be pretty low on their list of people they like if you're out here with us lot." There was a mocking tone to her voice and Adwen kept on smiling as she continued to walk.
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