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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 25, 2016 16:04:54 GMT -4
The elf, seemingly roused by the voices, stirs increasingly and begins to breathe more heavily. She bares her teeth and lets out a murmur, sounding obviously distressed. Jolting upright with a gasp, she stares straight ahead with a look of shock. It seems to take a moment for the whatever visions had haunted her to be replaced by the warm glow of the fire-lit room. As she regains focus, the piercing blue orbs begin to dart around and gaze into the face of each unknown observer, though her look of fear does not quite subside. Perhaps unnerved by so many strangers so close to her, she quickly swings her legs down off the cot to bring herself upright. As her feet touch the ground, the cup of hot tea knocks with a clash to the floor, spilling it's contents about and making the elf flinch and gasp, nervously. "Jukkete!" she curses, then lifts her eyes back to the strangers in front of her, still looking wary...
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 25, 2016 16:09:13 GMT -4
Mod raises his hand slowly and calmly speaks "Miss you must remain calm we are all here to help you"
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 25, 2016 16:15:58 GMT -4
Continuing to look around, she stammers, "I-I....I don't..." Words seem very difficult for her to muster, and she winces and grabs her forehead as if trying to the point of pain to collect her thoughts. "Please, " she manages, "Could you just tell me where I am?"
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 25, 2016 16:18:28 GMT -4
"Alright everyone lets back away for a few moments" Bellows Amarthon, his words loud and powerful. "The elf needs some time to collect herself" He approaches the elf, towering over her, black scales reflectimg the fire, and kneels by her side. "Everything is well young elf. Take all the time you need. You are in Ironhaven in the land of Drakken and I am Arbiter Amarthon. Keylen over there..." He motions to the half-elf who has been watching the interaction intently "Will get you a warm meal and a fresh cup of tea." He stands and backs away sitting back down in his chair, which is dwarfed by his size. He leans forward and the chair creaks under his weight. He plays with his shield for a moment... "Might you have a name little one?"
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Jan 25, 2016 16:20:23 GMT -4
Horgrim, unable to finish the tale of his travels due his transfixions on the stirrings of the elf, nearly shot from his chair to grab up the cup of spilled tea from the floor. As he placed the tea-soaked cup on a table nearby he grabbed his own plate of food and cup of still steaming coffee and offered it to the elf with as warm and wide a smile as he could offer. "The cleric is correct. We are all friendly here."
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 25, 2016 16:21:37 GMT -4
"easy lass its alright your safe" he gives a grandfatherly smile" Now what happened to have put you in such a state last night?"
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 25, 2016 16:26:31 GMT -4
Mod does a few prayers and swings his smoke
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 25, 2016 16:42:29 GMT -4
She looks up at the Dragonborn and, though he is unfamiliar to her, is slightly calmed by the honesty she can see in his eyes. She looks to the Cleric and Bard who have spoken to her, and watches as the Gnome picks up her spilled glass. She attempts a smile for a second, but it looks so obviously faint and fades quickly as she rests her head in her hands and breathes deeply. After a moment she speaks wearily, still seeming very flustered: "I... I'm called Layella... I was..." Her sentence trails as she pulls her hands away and looks at them, then scans over the rest of her body before looking back to the Dragonborn, concerned. "How long have I been here? Was I healed...?"
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 25, 2016 16:52:40 GMT -4
She looks up at the Dragonborn and, though he is unfamiliar to her, is slightly calmed by the honesty she can see in his eyes. She looks to the Cleric and Bard who have spoken to her, and watches as the Gnome picks up her spilled glass. She attempts a smile for a second, but it looks so obviously faint and fades quickly as she rests her head in her hands and breathes deeply. After a moment she speaks wearily, still seeming very flustered: "I... I'm called Layella... I was..." Her sentence trails as she pulls her hands away and looks at them, then scans over the rest of her body before looking back to the Dragonborn, concerned. "How long have I been here? Was I healed...?"
"You came in last night, looking for something" he growls. "Then you collapsed on the floor. This lot and I have been looking after you since your arrival. I stayed by your side through the night while you slept" His hand glows a dim golden light, which reflects off of his scales. "I healed you last night, and the Cleric has healed you just now." Keylen rushes over and places a fresh meal by the elf and looks to her... "Are....are you... a Moon Elf?" she says shyly, but clearly full of excitement and intrigue."
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 25, 2016 17:10:00 GMT -4
As he speaks, the Dragonborn notices a sudden look of sorrow -soft and remorseful- cloud the Elf's eyes, as if caused by something he said. Words still seem to escape her. She looks up to the barmaid as she approaches, but is thrown off by her inquiry. "I, uh..." The elf sort-of half-nods to her, not really offering affirmation but seeming slightly confused, then looks to the plate of food placed in front of her. "My thanks, sincerely, but I don't believe I'm capable of stomaching much of anything right now... Forgive me."
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 25, 2016 17:19:15 GMT -4
" A moon elf you say" he strokes his mustache" i have never met a moon elf." he shakes his head" Now lass what happened? should we prepare ourselves is there danger heading to the town?
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 25, 2016 18:01:02 GMT -4
Upon hearing the Bard's question, the Elf begins to look troubled once more, shaking her head slightly. "I... I can't give you an answer... Everything is so blurred, and... I was..." Her eyes suddenly widen again. "Has anyone else come through here? And.. where did you say here was, once more?"
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 25, 2016 18:09:34 GMT -4
The Dragonborn give her a confused look. "Not many people travel through here. Ironhaven is at the end of the Iron Road and sees few visitors. You are in the Kingdom of Obsidium, within the Great Drakken Empire, ruled by the Golden King Hyperius." He ponders for a moment giving you a strange but concerned look. "Are you right in the head girl? Has this happened to you before?"
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 25, 2016 18:26:18 GMT -4
She puts her head back into her hand. "No, no, this can't be... Selman mana...?" She looks back to the Dragonborn, her eyes pleading. "Forgive me, this all must seem so strange but I must be certain; tell me the name of this realm, this world..!"
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 25, 2016 18:35:00 GMT -4
Looking very concerned he taps out the ashes of his pipe and puts in away in a pocket and pick up his cloak throwing it about his shoulders." Most unusual....most unusual indeed this has the tell of an epic story coming about" with a glint in his eye he sits back down focusing his attention on the elf woman.
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