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Post by Mod Everstache on Feb 3, 2016 21:28:29 GMT -4
Mod answers for her "Oh she is Nott"
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Feb 3, 2016 21:41:27 GMT -4
Looking somewhat startled while he is taking a sip of ale he coughas choking on his ale. Wiping ale from his mustache" just the other day we killed 4 orcs trying to get into a vault they said something about a warlord or some sorts I don't speak the terrible language myself but are ranger does im not sure where she went off to. Bit we were asked to find out information about this warlord by the thane. You seem on edge lass is everything alright?"
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Feb 3, 2016 21:51:40 GMT -4
Horgrim had payed for his meal and returned to his seat at the back of the tavern before the elf arrived. Now he sits mumbling magical phrases and scrawling on parchments. So far he's managed to complete a fair half of his work and stows his newly crafted potions in his satchel for later. Feeling a little more alert and focused he quickly scans the room for any of his other companions while picking up his plate and cup to return them to Keylen. Seeing that Tom and Mod are in a bit of a situation with a strange looking elven woman, he shuffles over curiously to investigate. "G'afternoon friends. My apologies for being a little antisocial lately, I've been awfully busy." He cautiously looks the elven woman over hearing Mod announce her as "Nott." "A welcome is extended to you as well, though we haven't been acquainted yet."
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 3, 2016 22:07:12 GMT -4
Looking somewhat startled while he is taking a sip of ale he coughas choking on his ale. Wiping ale from his mustache" just the other day we killed 4 orcs trying to get into a vault they said something about a warlord or some sorts I don't speak the terrible language myself but are ranger does im not sure where she went off to. Bit we were asked to find out information about this warlord by the thane. You seem on edge lass is everything alright?" "Shit, where is this Thane? I must speak with them immediately."
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Post by Mod Everstache on Feb 3, 2016 22:07:54 GMT -4
Mod is delighted to see is friends horgrim and tom "good afternoon to you to Horgrim how comes the scrolls and potions? i have just finished gathering my items to bless hopefully i can get them all set before we have to head out to the vault again."
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Feb 3, 2016 22:23:05 GMT -4
Looking somewhat startled while he is taking a sip of ale he coughas choking on his ale. Wiping ale from his mustache" just the other day we killed 4 orcs trying to get into a vault they said something about a warlord or some sorts I don't speak the terrible language myself but are ranger does im not sure where she went off to. Bit we were asked to find out information about this warlord by the thane. You seem on edge lass is everything alright?" "Shit, where is this Thane? I must speak with them immediately." "Calm down lass. she is at the center of town. She sent out a dragonborn soldier I think to send word out about the orcs. She was very concerned herself. I can so you were she is if you like"
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 4, 2016 8:33:51 GMT -4
Since they'd arrived back at the tavern, Layella had spent most of her time deep in reflective thought, in awe with discerning some of her newly-returned memories throughout the night. Come first light, she moved out silently -so as not to disturb the others- and walked through the edges of nearby woods. She then spent some time engaged in rigorous practice, wielding her sword in graceful, deadly dance and practicing her aim at arbitrary targets she'd mark in old logs. She cursed herself for feeling such a loss of skill and precision since her return to this world... Locked into her diligent training, she was completely surprised when -after firing the third arrow into the center of her target- she reached back into her quiver to find it completely empty. "Nuuta..." she mumbled as her concentration shattered. She laughed at herself, too preoccupied to consider how much her recent excursions had drained her arrow supply. She went and collected those remaining -a meager six- and stored them, knowing it was time to find a Fletcher. She made her way to the crafting district, finding exactly the artisan she sought after some asking around. Rather than placing her order and leaving post-transaction, she stayed with the Fletcher for some time, inquiring about his craftwork and technique, to which he responded very enthusiastically. The two shared stories of various weapons they'd worked with, secrets and advice they'd learned over the years, and Layella even assisted him in his work. She had began describing an alternate, efficient way to set the arrowhead that she was familiar with, having learned it at a young age from her people...and it was not until she was mid-explanation did she realize that this information she recalled so naturally was actually quite new to her... She had to pause a moment and collect herself, apologizing. Thankful for the Elf's assistance, wisdom, and eager ears to hear his own, the Fletcher insisted a generous discount -which Layella countered with a generous tip- and bade her to return with any future need. The Elf parted with a full quiver and a new friend. Having kept herself quite busy throughout the day, Layella realized she had not given real notice of her whereabouts and plans to her acquaintances before she left the tavern that morning. Now it was just around mid-day and she figured she should head back to the tavern, at least out of courtesy. The tavern seemed to be nearing its usual, active state, the hum of voices obvious as the Elf approached. Upon opening the door and stepping inside, she found herself staring directly into the ice-blue eyes of this visitor.
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 4, 2016 8:53:37 GMT -4
Upon seeing Layella enter, the visitor's icy blue eyes lock onto hers and narrow for a momoment. After a long pause the visitor's eyes widen, and she jumps from her chair. "Layella?"
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 4, 2016 9:03:42 GMT -4
Layella's eyes mirrored the Elf's, narrowing in investigation and widening at the mention of her own name. She was taken aback, and couldn't find words; this woman, so seemingly familiar, was still a stranger in her struggling mind... Layella noticed her acquaintances look to her curiously upon the stranger's identification, expecting some explanation she was unable to give. "You... You know me?" was all she was able to conjure.
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 4, 2016 9:15:49 GMT -4
"Know you? I probably know you better than your own parents!" She rushes to you, tears welling in her eyes, and embraces you in a hug. Memories seem to swell to your concious mind, but you find it hard to latch onto any of them. She backs away from you, still grasping you by the shoulders. "Where have you been for so long?" She smIles at you, tears begining to run down her face.
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 4, 2016 9:27:02 GMT -4
Layella seems to be absolutely confounded, struggling to recall concrete details that seem to materialize then fade away like whisps of smoke. Still, this woman's emotion and sincerity are moving, and the embrace felt like one from family. Upon looking back into the woman's tearing eyes, Layella couldn't help a nervous smile. "I couldn't begin to tell you," she shook her head, almost laughing in spite of it all.
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Post by Mod Everstache on Feb 4, 2016 9:34:54 GMT -4
Mod is confused but excited to learn this "Oh so you already know our ranger? She has had some memory problems ever since she fell through the door here at the inn. Hopefully you can fill her and us in on what might have happened."
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 4, 2016 9:42:14 GMT -4
"I haven't seen you in nearly 30 years!" Speaking to Layella but also adressing Mod. "Are you alright? Do you remember who I am?" A concerned look crosses over her. Tears of pure joy seem to shift to almost heartbreak.
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 4, 2016 9:50:29 GMT -4
"Thirty years..." Layella whispered, noting how the span of time made sense... Seeing the look of hurt on the woman's face, Layella felt a sense of guilt and shame wash over her. "Believe me when I say I do... in some way, but..." She shook her head apologetically. "Until only a few days ago, I'd no recollection of this world, my life here, at all..."
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Post by Mod Everstache on Feb 4, 2016 10:10:12 GMT -4
Mod grabs five ales and ushers the group to a table "please lets sit and drink and hopefully understand."
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