Alright you happy people. Here's the first post. Expect to post regularly! :wink:
ONLY THESE PEOPLE ALLOWED TO PARTICIPATE
<s><span style="font-family:courier; color:red;font-size:medium;">ChristianC</span></s>
<s><span style="font-family:courier; color:red;font-size:medium;">Nick Shogun</span></s>
<s><span style="font-family:courier; color:red;font-size:medium;">Uncle Pervy</span></s>
<span style="font-family:courier; color:green;font-size:medium;">Besyanteo</span>
<span style="font-family:courier; color:green;font-size:medium;">PdRydia</span>
<span style="font-family:courier; color:green;font-size:medium;">Shinigori</span>
<span style="font-family:courier; color:green;font-size:medium;">Lord McBastard</span>
and of course....myself.
so please do not post randomly in this thread. much thanks.
:D please meet in the Ivory horn which is located in doma, or in the streets around. Please do not have your character intercept amana or the warrior just yet.
Okeedokee folks.....cheers and good luck. *puts on hat of ebil gming* and let's get this show on the road! *huggles to all*:love:
<span style="font-family:courier; color:fuchsia;font-size:medium;">AND WE'RE OFF AND RUNNING AGAIN FOLKS! Rawr! and good luck! *dusts off her ebil gm hat, and renews the evil, this time PHIL SYS!*</span>
It rained. Doma's streets were washed clean of all debris as the water continued to pound down as it had for the past week. It's citizen's hurried about their business, and ventured outdoors only when absolutely necessary. The local merchants cursed often, for few wanted the dousing to visit their shops.
One figure, standing straight as an arrow, made it's way down the sodden streets, leather boots soaked through already.
It paused momentarily, to stare in the windows of a crowded inn. It, unlike most places, was quite crowded, and the people inside were happily engrossed in drinking, fighting and flirting.
The warrior wrinkled her scarred nose in disgust at herself for stopping. Pulling her cowl lower over her face she began her trek again, threading her way towards the southern slums.
The clamor of the Inn seemed inviting, as about ten minutes later, a young man entered the Ivory Horn.
To all who did not know him, he was an enigma to look upon. He wore robes according to the order of Ashura, and carried a large tome of holy texts and spells. His eyes were mild, and he had an open and inviting, innocent gaze.
But that was not what was first noticeable. His skin was of a dark blue verging on black with brilliant white hair that had been gathered into small braids and adorned with gold beads on the ends. This man was of the drow nation. And what he wore, and the pigmentation of his skin, screamed against one another. It was easy to assume, that his costume was another new bit of drow trickery, for there were few if any that were ever up to any good. Also, if you looked at him carefully, you had the nagging suspicion you had seen him before, or that he resembled someone you met once perhapsâ€¦
He quietly threaded his way through the bar, and seated himself at a table towards the back and laid his head down on the table, heaving a large sigh. He scrunched up his face, and fought the urge to cry.
Elan Ill Bast, was worried immensely about his sister.
Sarah was known for her excellent housekeeping. Her husband always bragged to his friends that he had bagged the best that Doma had to offer. Sarah could cook wonderful meals, her cleaning made their small rather rag tag little home shine, and she was a quiet and loving woman.
At the moment, her hands were wrist deep in some dough she was kneading. She was making a pie as a surprise to her husband. She had been able to cut back their expenses enough to allow her to make this little treat. She was making his favorite, apple spice pie. It was the various spices she used that made it a bit more expensive to make. But the flavor was worth the occasional cost. It had a taste of lovely apple, juicy and ripe, mixed with cinnamon and something elseâ€¦ Sarah would never tell what the something else was. But it gave the filling an exciting mysterious flavor that no one could quite guess.
The dough was about ready, but Sarah was just enjoying the simple feel of it between her fingers, and she was in no particular hurry at the moment. Her husband was over at a friend's house, playing a card game. She knew Joshec would be later than usual, because no doubt the card game would last a bit longer because of the men's reluctance to get out in the rain.
Sarah stared out the open kitchen window that stood before her, mesmerized by the pattern the rain was making on the muddy road. The young wife liked it when it rained, it made the worn down and dirty little neighbor hood seem cleaner, and the air much fresher. While Sarah took great care of her home, not many of her neighbors were as diligent.
Suddenly, something was blocking her view of the window. Her brow wrinkled and she tried to make out what it was.
As her eyes adjusted, she could only pick up something red, and a large mass of whiteâ€¦with a few blinks it became clear. The form in front of her was a handsome man with skin that was an odd shade of darkish blue black, wearing black silk robes that were soaked through by the rain. Cascading all around his shoulders was a mass of brilliant white hair, that hung to his waist. She had never seen such a creature beforeâ€¦ and was both scared and enchanted.
"Do not be frightenedâ€¦. I merely wished to know what that lovely odor was, and instead found you." Said a voice that was very silken, however, Sarah could not really decide if this voice belonged to a man or woman. "I did not wish to startle you. I am Amana the priest, and who are you, dear lady?"
Sarah's voice caught in her throat. She'd never had attention paid to her from such a lovely and bizarre creature before.
"I am Sarah, wife of Joshec Darkwoods, the carpenter. Do you wish to come in, Sir? You're soakin' wet!"
After all, what harm could it do, he could stay here and dry a bit, have a bit of warm cider and be on his way refreshed. He was after all, a priest.
The man smiled in a manner that was hard to read, it almost had the tinges of humor to it. "I would be delighted."
Before Sarah could make her way to the door to let him in, he merely disappeared. He was at the window, and then he was not. She stared wide eyed at the window, leaning foreword to peer out. Perhaps she had imagined him. But then she felt a drip of water on the back of her arm, and spun around to find herself an inch from the man in wet silk robes. What was before, only a mysterious smile, was now one that was blatantly frightening.
"Thank you, my lady," he purred, and pulled her close, arms wrapping about her only slightly pudgy waist. Sarah was too scared to resist, or to really do anything. Taking advantage of this, the dark priest pulled her close for a rather violent kiss. Something in Sarah's mind snapped and she began to flail about and struggle. Amana Ill Bast let her go with a giggle, and watched as she scrambled madly away. Then he seemed to disappear again. And Sarah felt the cold edge of iron, touch her throat. But that was all she felt, because she soon slipped to the floor with her throat gleaming red with a wicked gash in front.
The dark priest pulled up his robes, and daintily stepped over her, avoiding getting any gore on his person, and strolled over to the counter. Using the small bloodied curved dagger, he cut off a small piece of dough and popped it into his mouth. "Delicious."
And he settled down to wait for the company he was expecting to arrive.
Edited by: Vampire Jester Jinx at: 10/18/03 2:38 pm