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Post by DM Zach on Feb 4, 2016 10:23:29 GMT -4
Sitting down at the table, eyes filled with joy once again. She places her arms on the table. "You gave this to me before you disappeared." She wears leather bracers lined with silver thread depicting vines, with silver leaves extending from the vines. "This one..." she says as she starts to undo the bracer on her right arm "...I found while trying to look for you, I have worn them everyday since. Here." She hands you the bracer from her right arm.
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Feb 4, 2016 10:34:41 GMT -4
The gnome sets his dishes upon the counter, his attention fixed on the two elves. He couldn't help nearly shedding a tear himself as Nott's face shifted to unease and the two embraced. "Layella, at the risk of prying into business that is not my own, I think now might be a proper time to fill us in on what you can remember. At the least I think you owe it to our visitor to elaborate on what has happened."
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Feb 4, 2016 11:16:18 GMT -4
He grabs his ale and sits down stroking his mustecha while watching this encounter between not and layella.
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Post by ghesh on Feb 4, 2016 11:26:41 GMT -4
I sit at the bar weary of the new ranger. Still nursing wounds I listen in to the conversation.
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 4, 2016 13:49:01 GMT -4
Hesitantly, Layella reaches out and takes the bracer. The second the leather reaches her fingertips, a flurry of memory sweeps through her: -A flash of light, a sharp and searing pain as she shielded her face with her arm, the bracer, ties torn, falling...- An instant later, Layella was back in the Tavern, bracer in hand and eyes wide. She looks to the woman, then back at the bracer, turning it over to look at its bindings. They were a deep-blue dyed leather, mismatched from the plain black bindings of the one the woman still wore, and it looked like there was some replacement done to the facets. She looks back up to the woman, her tone almost asking "You had to have it repaired..."
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 4, 2016 13:57:07 GMT -4
"Indeed. When I first found it I thought for sure you had perished, but there were no other signs to suggest so." She closes her eyes, remembering the heartbreak. "I spent years looking for you, years of nothing."
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 4, 2016 15:31:15 GMT -4
Layella shook her head solemnly, still trying to process the whole of it. "I was nowhere you could have found me..." Sitting herself straight and taking a deep breath, she prepared to state what she had barely let herself believe up to this moment. "If you want to know the gist of it, blatantly stated, I awoke somewhere else with knowledge only of my name. My memory spanned no farther back than the day I opened my eyes and found myself lying in the rubble of overgrown ruins in a place that -I've since gathered- is... completely separate from this realm. I... For nearly thirty years I lived, never even knowing this... my world existed..." Her voice almost broke at the end of her words, conveying the devastation of the trauma. With another sigh to calm herself, she added, "...until I was returned to it."
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 4, 2016 15:56:49 GMT -4
"Well you are home now." She places a hand over yours, giving it a slight squeeze she smiles. "You have missed so much since you've been gone." She sits back, remembering everything that has happened in the last 30 years up to know. She sits up, suddenly remembering the task at hand. "I wish we had more time, and we can discuss things in more detail another time, but I have pressing matters to attend to. " Her voice lowers to a whiser. "Your friend here said you ran into some orcs the other day. Is the anything you can tell me of them?"
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Feb 6, 2016 0:54:29 GMT -4
Layella looked at her hard, almost scrutinizing; "I might question how, if you spoke the truth, you could be so pressed by other matters..." Suddenly, her expression softened into a small but genuine smile and she gave Nott's hand a squeeze in return; "But I feel as though I know well how determined you can be." For a moment, the two shared a look that seemed to speak volumes, silently promising to each other that they would soon revisit all they had wanted to say. Aware of the urgency, Layella shifted back and her tone grew serious once more: "I'm afraid I might not have much to say of note about the orcs we encountered. Laying eyes on them initially was... startling, until recollection of their existence returned to me. The Urqui... they were not present in the realm most familiar to me, so even now I find them unsettling..." Nott chuckled, "Rightfully so." This made Layella grin as well. She paused and thought for a second, then continued: "I don't mean to digress. It was... quite strange to me hearing them speak. I understood their words, but I did not realize they spoke in their own tongue until much later on, when my comrades inquired how I'd learned to speak their language... But they barely spoke in mumbles. Useless bickering between themselves, nothing that stood out save mention of a Warlord..." Layella shook her head again, trying to recall any useful information. "They were clad in armor, colored vivid crimson and black, and one, I believe, had a marking upon him that caught my eye: a skull, one of a monster, twisted and elongated as if screaming... I feel as though I'm giving useless information to you now. I wish I had something more pragmatic."
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Post by DM Zach on Feb 6, 2016 1:12:43 GMT -4
Notts eyes widen for a moment. Then her face grows grim. "The colors of their armor, the tattoo. They are of the Orcs that I track. Orcs are cruel creatures, but these orcs, are....something else entirely. If you speak the truth, then I fear the worst. These are orcs of the Death Reaver clan. They are, unusually, gruesome and cruel. They live in a harsh frozen land to the far north, and often venture out in raids. Not much is left after they pass through..." She pauses, thoughts racing through her mind. "They posses such reckless hate. Should their attention turn to Ironhaven... preparations must be made, whether that is to flee or to fight is not my decision, but that of the town's Thane." She stands still holding your hand. "Come, let us find the towns Thane, I wish to speak with you further while we search."
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