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Post by Robin on Nov 7, 2007 20:18:45 GMT
*To Slevela* Yes, please.
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Post by Zeytan on Nov 7, 2007 20:46:02 GMT
*Zeytan takes a sip of his Winterian Wine and laughs in a slightly sad tone.*
"I'm affraid Callimpsest that I never got the chance to teach a class. The school never got the chance to reopen after it was re-built follwoing the explosion. Though I did meet soem posible students a girl called Julia and the neice of the Great Hordriss De Confuser himself a charming young lady Meliss her name was."
"I also encounterd another new member of staff a fellow called Zaphareily and his own unique travaling companion a rather large Moth. I stayed in the scholl grounds for sometime awaiting the arrival of more staff members or pupils but none came."
*takes another sip of his wine.*
"Then a some what rag tag group found their way into the school. Consisted of a magician freind of mine called Tom Troughton, 2 people who called themselves Watchers Midnight and Coriolis i belive there names were. A Mage or so he claimed called....You knwo I've quite forgoten didn't talk much to the chap anyway seemed a tad arrogant Rupert i think his name was or something like that, oh And Zeph was also tagging along with them."
"Anyway they needed some help seems this Coriolis had had a run in with my half-brother and his tainted blade. Well we got that sorted and a few other things but before we could realy get settled this...."
"I could only discribe it as a monstosity among monstrsitys attacked the school, obviusly it was looking for them as it made strait for them, wreked the strutctre of the school so badly I had to vacted. Was very nearly crushed by masonry during the wretched things attack."
"Then I got word that the local town officals had declred the school to dangerous due to the structural damage. So iset myself up as a private tutor with permeant rooms at the Wolfs Howl."
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Post by PhoenixFlame on Nov 8, 2007 14:16:26 GMT
*Phoenixflame closes her eyes briefly at the comments from Callimpsest and Zeytan*
"True, though it would've been fun to actually do some teaching, perhaps we've all met up for a reason..."
*Phoenixflame's voice tails off and she looks thoughtful*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 8, 2007 17:34:46 GMT
*Slevela tops up Robin's ale. She peers over the bar, noting that Richard Thike is still out cold. She turns back to Robin.*
Slevela: A man who knows how to fight, but doesn't get violent just for the sheer merry hell of it. I respect that. And I can see why Young Grimwold does too. So where did you learn it? You're not one of those trained-from-boyhood-at-a-scenic-retreat-by-a-bearded-old-sage-spouting-ten-platitudes-an-hour types, are you?
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Post by Robin on Nov 8, 2007 20:01:04 GMT
*Robin chuckles.*
No, I'm not, thankfully. Well, not this time around, anyway.
*He corrects himself immediately.*
Er... ever. Ever.
*He laughs.*
I've had something along the lines of two lifetimes and a half of fighting, my dear. It's not really that surprising, surely? I mean... nobody dresses like this and expects to not be fighting, surely?
*Robin is dressed in an attractive suit of green and brown, with white frills, and sports heavy brown boots. At his belt hangs a sword and slung over his back is a crossbow. It's not hard to tell what he means.*
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Post by Callimpsest on Nov 9, 2007 0:37:54 GMT
"I'm affraid Callimpsest that I never got the chance to teach a class. The school never got the chance to reopen after it was re-built follwoing the explosion. Though I did meet soem posible students a girl called Julia and the neice of the Great Hordriss De Confuser himself a charming young lady Meliss her name was."
Ah yes, she was enrolled during my time at the school. She called herself GreenDragon back then.
*Callimpsest listens intently as Zeytan continues his account. Some of the names and characters he describes sound faintly familiar, others quite new. He ponders the unappealing "Rupert": Callimpsest knows no mages who go by that name, but then self-proclaimed masters of magic are often of the type to go in for duplicity, some more than others.
Whilst shocked and saddened by Zeytan's tales of misadventure, Callimpsest is grateful to find out more about the terrible damage sustained by the school between the explosion he was present for, and the serpent attack PhoenixFlame had told him of. He is also humbled to hear of the degree of catastrophe that Zeytan endured, and he appreciates that too.*
Thank you. That fulfils much of my curiosity regarding the fate of the Boarding School after I departed it. Incidentally, I have since been engaged in a little research, a little writing, a little trading. Likewise settled - well, resident - at the Wolf's Howl.
*Little... little... little. He sighs and closes his eyes. The shame of his meagre present-day existence, and the misery of loss, begin to overwhelm him.*
What did the Knightmare Boarding School ever do to deserve such horrors? *He opens his eyes.* What did we ever do?
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Post by PhoenixFlame on Nov 9, 2007 10:59:18 GMT
*Phoenixflame frowned as Callimpsest mentioned this "Rupert" *
"The name seems to ring a bell with me, but for some reason, I can't place it! Whoever it was obviously didn;t make a lasting impression on me!" Phoenixflame finished with a laugh
*Seeing Callimpsest looking downcast, Morwena flies over to him and glides around his head, then settles herself down onto his shoulder, and croons softly*
"We didn't do anything! The school was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, as were we, and at least we all escaped with our lives, which means we survived for a purpose, whether it;s to rebuild the school, or something else, well, it'll be fun to find out!" Phoenixflame says with a grin
"I do need to get into the school though," Phoenixflame says thoughtfully, "One, I need to check how bad the damage is myself, and second, well, if it's to badly damaged, I need to get something out of there!"
"I have to say though, if I ever get my hands on the person that sent the monster, or one the one who sent the serpent..." *Phoenixflame's voice tails off as her eyes change to pale silver, and in the distance, there's a sound like a thunder clap. Morwena's song is drifting over the group but at the sound, she looks up and glances at Phoenixflame in exasperation*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 9, 2007 17:09:09 GMT
*Two-and-a-half lifetimes, eh? Slevela isn't sure that she believes Robin. But any customer is entitled to a tall tale or two. She gazes at his array of weaponry.* Slevela: Look at this man's mobile arsenal, Lanesra. [OOC: Palindromes in action. ] *Frowning slightly* It puzzles me: you can clearly hold your own in a punch-up without weapons, yet here you are, laden with them. It's like Grimwold and his club: he doesn't need it to keep order when he's working here, but he's always clutching the thing.
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Post by Robin on Nov 9, 2007 20:48:05 GMT
*Robin smiles. It's the first time he's done that since he entered the inn.*
Oh... well, they have their uses. It's not only local drunks I may have to fight.
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Post by Julian Lapin on Nov 9, 2007 21:27:01 GMT
'Well, we could do with some grub. Sure, a loaf sounds good, thank ye!'
"Thank ye?" said Kenji, raising an eyebrow as the serving lass went about their loaf.
'Just getting into the swing of things' smiled Julian. 'Speaking of which...'
Clink.
'Here's to a new world!'
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 10, 2007 0:42:52 GMT
Robin: Oh... well, they have their uses. It's not only local drunks I may have to fight.
Slevela: *Smiles* You mean you take on the non-local drunks too?
Julian: 'Well, we could do with some grub. Sure, a loaf sounds good, thank ye!'
*Lanesra laughs good-naturedly at the customer's attempt to 'go native'.*
Lanesra: Ye are welcome, Sir! If the boss were here, he'd probably say, "When in Rome... you don't have to speak Latin. The Romans don't anymore!"
*She places the loaf - fairly fresh, moderately crusty - on a plate in front of the men.*
Julian: 'Here's to a new world!'
Lanesra: *Chuckles* A-ha, you're out-of-realmers! Glad you like the place so far. One gold piece should cover all this. It's a day of discount today.
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Post by Callimpsest on Nov 11, 2007 0:40:19 GMT
*In spite of Morwena's soothing song, Callimpsest is exasperated too. Much as he respects PhoenixFlame, her speech has left him confused about what it is she wants. An optimistic wait for an unknown fate, a perilous survey of the past, or a dual quest for vengeance? They seem incompatible. And at the risk of seeming melodramatic and discourteous, he feels he must be frank about some of what PhoenixFlame has said.*
Begging your pardon, Headmistress, but I did not escape with my life. I turned my back and sloped away, my life crushed beneath a pile of rubble behind me. 'Twas survival, yes; but for a purpose? No offence to your good self, Homer, Virgil and the rest, but I am unsure I believe in destiny any longer. It would seem that this existence is simply one of random goodness and random badness.
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Post by Julian Lapin on Nov 11, 2007 18:12:31 GMT
'Think we can swing that' smiles Kenji as he flipped a shiny gold coin onto the bar. Slipping her a couple of coppers, he added 'Feel free to have a flagon yeself, my dear.'
'Charmer' smirked Julian, being able to spot this coming several universes away. 'I must say, people do seem to be taking our 'out of realm' origins as you say slightly more in their stride than I was expecting. Generally when we've turned up to unknown places before there's a whole plethora of misunderstandings and things, generally culminating in some unpleasantness which is stopped at the last minute by some unlikely conincidence.'
'Quite frankly we like your way a lot better' grinned Kenji.
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Post by Zeytan on Nov 11, 2007 23:24:07 GMT
*Zeytan takes another sip of his Winterian Wine and lissens to Callimpsest. He then speaks what appers to be a quote, he says it in a matter of fact tone to no one imperticular.*
"Fate and destiny can be counted as but another of the twin illusions in this life. Yet by men these Illusions can be made real."
*notices his companions looking at him and smiles.*
"Lanezarner a great Philosapher of Atlantise history. Though some dispute his actualy existance as no writen record of him has ever been found his teachings and theories on life and the universe were passed on down by word of mouth."
*faces darknes slightly*
"Plus according to the story he associated himself with a some what unsavory collection of people in later life."
*shakes his head slightly and returns to explaining the quote.*
"What he was trying to say is that all to oftern people blame their misfortunes on fate as much as they claim their success and triumphs to be pre-destined. He belived that you forged your own destiny threw hard work and perseverence."
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 12, 2007 2:12:13 GMT
'Think we can swing that' smiles Kenji as he flipped a shiny gold coin onto the bar. Slipping her a couple of coppers, he added 'Feel free to have a flagon yeself, my dear.'
*Lanesra grins as she pockets the coppers.*
Lanesra: I might just do that! Won't be so easy when the boss returns.
*She looks at Slevela, who nods her approval.*
'Charmer' smirked Julian, being able to spot this coming several universes away. 'I must say, people do seem to be taking our 'out of realm' origins as you say slightly more in their stride than I was expecting. Generally when we've turned up to unknown places before there's a whole plethora of misunderstandings and things, generally culminating in some unpleasantness which is stopped at the last minute by some unlikely conincidence.'
'Quite frankly we like your way a lot better' grinned Kenji.
*By this time, Lanesra has poured herself half a flagon of ale.*
Lanesra: I'm glad of that, Sir! We've been welcoming visitors from other realms for a good while now. It started many years ago, when these adventurers in funny helmets started passing through Wolfenden. We never quite knew if they were on a proper quest, or playing some great game. Thing was, they were all children! These days, folk drop in from all sorts of places. You can't always tell if it's this realm or another. But so long as they have good in their hearts and coins in their purses, they're welcome here. Though the ones who try and tell me they're from a world that's round... haha! I just 'ave to laugh!
*The piper is playing 'The Model'. This appears to be a favourite melody of one customer, Murphy, who begins merrily playing the 'air harpischord' at his table.*
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