Yeah right :s most unfortunate and frustrating. Though one hopes the issues will be fixed in the near future.
I'll be trying to get a large post up soon - with Phrenesis & co. Been distracted by all the holiday antics.
I hope you guys both had an enjoyable Xmas.
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As time with the group wore on Dreet-Na became somewhat more comfortable around the majority of them, however realistically it seemed most were still keeping to themselves and concentrating on the journey at hand. He continued to write general observations and relevant information within the book he was keeping, updating it each night as they made camp. Aside from that he generally kept to himself, though did ask any question that came to his mind where appropriate. He found himself occasionally watching Valerion, his mind wandering about the implications of what he was – his mind searching to recall much of what he had read and learnt throughout his many years.
A week had passed and the group were once again making camp, this time about a half-mile away from Darkwater Crossing. Dreet-Na stood atop a slightly elevated rocky outcropping and gazed about them, taking note that several of their companions had since left the group, leaving fewer in number. He trudged towards the others, picking up any dry discarded pieces of wood or other relevant kindling that he passed before he knelt in the centre of their tents and started to make a fire. He was fed up of the chill in the air and the dampness, and even though he had been subtly casting resistance spells as they went he wanted to feel the genuine heat of a warm fire.
As he finished and lit the fire he glanced up towards Valerion, suddenly remembering that he wanted to thank him again for the tomes he had provided. He had now memorised the spells within and was more prepared for whatever would come their way.
“Many thanks for your earlier contribution” Dreet-Na croaked towards him “I hope that these spells will be useful against whatever we need to face” as he spoke he pulled his ornate flask from within his robes and uncorked it. “Though I do not know how effective my magic would be against a Dovah, I can at least provide wards and protection of an expert level to our companions”. He took a swig from the flask before stowing it away again quickly, sighing as he gazed around the somewhat desolate countryside surrounding them. As the evening wore on he wandered the immediate area and picked several plants before returning to the fire and pulling a small pestle and motor from his bag, along with a small pouch that was brimming with various ingredients. It was simple enough to do what he wanted, making several potions and a poultice from the numerous stalks and petals of the Dragon’s Tongue plants he had picked, combining them with what little Elves Ear and Snowberries he had with him.
“To resist fire” he explained to those around him, before he placed the items beside the fire. “Take what you need” he added gesturing to them, not speaking to anyone in particular as he once more buried his nose within a book, this time searching for any reference to the battle tactics of Dragons. The books he had ‘borrowed’ from High Hrothgar were proving most useful, he had already learnt that there were several different variants of dovah – each acting somewhat differently and specialised abilities. It seemed that all variants were able to use both fire and frost breath, as well as being practically impossible to defeat in melee combat. It looked like they had quite a task before them.
A week had passed and the group were once again making camp, this time about a half-mile away from Darkwater Crossing. Dreet-Na stood atop a slightly elevated rocky outcropping and gazed about them, taking note that several of their companions had since left the group, leaving fewer in number. He trudged towards the others, picking up any dry discarded pieces of wood or other relevant kindling that he passed before he knelt in the centre of their tents and started to make a fire. He was fed up of the chill in the air and the dampness, and even though he had been subtly casting resistance spells as they went he wanted to feel the genuine heat of a warm fire.
As he finished and lit the fire he glanced up towards Valerion, suddenly remembering that he wanted to thank him again for the tomes he had provided. He had now memorised the spells within and was more prepared for whatever would come their way.
“Many thanks for your earlier contribution” Dreet-Na croaked towards him “I hope that these spells will be useful against whatever we need to face” as he spoke he pulled his ornate flask from within his robes and uncorked it. “Though I do not know how effective my magic would be against a Dovah, I can at least provide wards and protection of an expert level to our companions”. He took a swig from the flask before stowing it away again quickly, sighing as he gazed around the somewhat desolate countryside surrounding them. As the evening wore on he wandered the immediate area and picked several plants before returning to the fire and pulling a small pestle and motor from his bag, along with a small pouch that was brimming with various ingredients. It was simple enough to do what he wanted, making several potions and a poultice from the numerous stalks and petals of the Dragon’s Tongue plants he had picked, combining them with what little Elves Ear and Snowberries he had with him.
“To resist fire” he explained to those around him, before he placed the items beside the fire. “Take what you need” he added gesturing to them, not speaking to anyone in particular as he once more buried his nose within a book, this time searching for any reference to the battle tactics of Dragons. The books he had ‘borrowed’ from High Hrothgar were proving most useful, he had already learnt that there were several different variants of dovah – each acting somewhat differently and specialised abilities. It seemed that all variants were able to use both fire and frost breath, as well as being practically impossible to defeat in melee combat. It looked like they had quite a task before them.
I am now working on a post! :)
Fritz
The day that he spent with Fimion had been fascinating, if not somewhat marred by the fact that Kirin was gone. The young man had taken him to a river that was about an hour’s ride away from where they were staying, the pair talking the entire time as they rode on Ada’s a wagon with Willow and Meryl trotting casually ahead. Fritz explained in great detail how he had come to be in Emanseria and the events that had lead up to him joining Ada, including his experience with Aergar and the raven. In return he had bombarded Fimion with countless questions as he usually did, asking about magic, alchemy, elves, fae and countless other topics.
Once they had reached the lake Fimion had proceeded to go through the alchemy scrolls with him, though he only knew very few words his understanding of magic and alchemy were sufficient to answer any questions the boy had. Fimion explained that he was unable to use magic, but he understood the concept behind it – and so tried to get Fritz to unsuccessfully manipulate a pebble for a while before he switched to trying alchemy.
“There are many different ways to cast a spell” he explained “there are numerous words which can be used from what I understand to achieve the same goal. The way I would levitate a pebble is like this: ‘volare, gutta sibilus’ as he spoke the small stone in his hand flew into the air somewhat chaotically before he whistled and it dropped back into his hand. “Lady Lovelace uses different words. Hers are probably better, considering I’ve had basically no training. But I’m sure she’ll make sure that you learn everything eventually, but for now you can practise with these words.”
Fritz had tried countless times, but to no avail. Fimion chuckled before reassuring him that with practise it would happen. He just needed to learn to think the right way and tap into the energy that lived within the world.
By the time they had returned to the inn Fritz had given up on the spell for the moment, but was buried in Ada’s scrolls reading everything he could. He was making notes in a notebook that he had pulled from his bag, using his knife to quickly sharpen the only pencil he had brought with him.
Aergar had returned to the group, something that Fritz didn’t mind. He was curious to know what had happened with the imp since he had been gone. He looked somehow different, but Fritz couldn’t put his finger on it.
Fritz had tried several different spells that he had found in the scrolls, Ada correcting his pronunciation each time he spoke another incantation. As he read aloud “Quinque dies crescere” he jumped as suddenly he felt the strangest sensation he had ever felt. It was like every part of him was tingling and coming alive, but at the same time he could feel something leaving him, draining slowly away. A small bean that Ada had given him (along with the pebble, some string and a mug filled with water) suddenly sprouted and grew into a young sapling, roots shooting out as they grew longer. Fritz cried out in surprise before he grinned massively, realising what had just happened. He had finally managed to use magic, something he had never dreamt of actually being able to do. At that moment he realised that this was actually happening, and his mind soared at the countless thoughts and ideas about what he could potentially do one day.
Fritz continued to pore through Ada’s scrolls as the wagon bounced along, he occasionally glanced through the small window at the surroundings, regretting somewhat that he couldn’t pay full attention the land they were going through. As the wagon eventually stopped and Ada busied herself with casting numerous spells to disguise it as an old wreck Fritz watched and listened carefully, taking note of how easily she did it all. It still took him a huge amount of concentration to do even the simplest of things. As they began their trek into the forest Fritz wondered what they were doing, making sure his dagger was in his had he carefully examined the forest around him as they followed Aergar through the numerous trees and foliage.
As Ada and Fimion reached the cave that she was taking them to she stopped and took a seat, huffing as she said “I'm getting old Fimion. This body has had it too comfortable. I have become an old fat librarian, I'm no longer the woman I used to be” . He grinned and shook his head before he retorted “Well you don’t look it” he said in earnest “besides, age is just a number I’ve come to find.” He let his gaze linger for a few moments as he smiled at her, before he turned as the others approached them.
Moving into the cave Fritz gazed around, withholding the numerous questions that were building in his mind. As he walked he watched Aergar before he suddenly asked “So Aergar, how are you? You seemed a little...” pausing for a moment as he searched for the right word “...unsettled before. What even happened with that staff thing?” his curiosity about the whole thing had been gnawing at him since it had happened.
The day that he spent with Fimion had been fascinating, if not somewhat marred by the fact that Kirin was gone. The young man had taken him to a river that was about an hour’s ride away from where they were staying, the pair talking the entire time as they rode on Ada’s a wagon with Willow and Meryl trotting casually ahead. Fritz explained in great detail how he had come to be in Emanseria and the events that had lead up to him joining Ada, including his experience with Aergar and the raven. In return he had bombarded Fimion with countless questions as he usually did, asking about magic, alchemy, elves, fae and countless other topics.
Once they had reached the lake Fimion had proceeded to go through the alchemy scrolls with him, though he only knew very few words his understanding of magic and alchemy were sufficient to answer any questions the boy had. Fimion explained that he was unable to use magic, but he understood the concept behind it – and so tried to get Fritz to unsuccessfully manipulate a pebble for a while before he switched to trying alchemy.
“There are many different ways to cast a spell” he explained “there are numerous words which can be used from what I understand to achieve the same goal. The way I would levitate a pebble is like this: ‘volare, gutta sibilus’ as he spoke the small stone in his hand flew into the air somewhat chaotically before he whistled and it dropped back into his hand. “Lady Lovelace uses different words. Hers are probably better, considering I’ve had basically no training. But I’m sure she’ll make sure that you learn everything eventually, but for now you can practise with these words.”
Fritz had tried countless times, but to no avail. Fimion chuckled before reassuring him that with practise it would happen. He just needed to learn to think the right way and tap into the energy that lived within the world.
By the time they had returned to the inn Fritz had given up on the spell for the moment, but was buried in Ada’s scrolls reading everything he could. He was making notes in a notebook that he had pulled from his bag, using his knife to quickly sharpen the only pencil he had brought with him.
Aergar had returned to the group, something that Fritz didn’t mind. He was curious to know what had happened with the imp since he had been gone. He looked somehow different, but Fritz couldn’t put his finger on it.
Fritz had tried several different spells that he had found in the scrolls, Ada correcting his pronunciation each time he spoke another incantation. As he read aloud “Quinque dies crescere” he jumped as suddenly he felt the strangest sensation he had ever felt. It was like every part of him was tingling and coming alive, but at the same time he could feel something leaving him, draining slowly away. A small bean that Ada had given him (along with the pebble, some string and a mug filled with water) suddenly sprouted and grew into a young sapling, roots shooting out as they grew longer. Fritz cried out in surprise before he grinned massively, realising what had just happened. He had finally managed to use magic, something he had never dreamt of actually being able to do. At that moment he realised that this was actually happening, and his mind soared at the countless thoughts and ideas about what he could potentially do one day.
Fritz continued to pore through Ada’s scrolls as the wagon bounced along, he occasionally glanced through the small window at the surroundings, regretting somewhat that he couldn’t pay full attention the land they were going through. As the wagon eventually stopped and Ada busied herself with casting numerous spells to disguise it as an old wreck Fritz watched and listened carefully, taking note of how easily she did it all. It still took him a huge amount of concentration to do even the simplest of things. As they began their trek into the forest Fritz wondered what they were doing, making sure his dagger was in his had he carefully examined the forest around him as they followed Aergar through the numerous trees and foliage.
As Ada and Fimion reached the cave that she was taking them to she stopped and took a seat, huffing as she said “I'm getting old Fimion. This body has had it too comfortable. I have become an old fat librarian, I'm no longer the woman I used to be” . He grinned and shook his head before he retorted “Well you don’t look it” he said in earnest “besides, age is just a number I’ve come to find.” He let his gaze linger for a few moments as he smiled at her, before he turned as the others approached them.
Moving into the cave Fritz gazed around, withholding the numerous questions that were building in his mind. As he walked he watched Aergar before he suddenly asked “So Aergar, how are you? You seemed a little...” pausing for a moment as he searched for the right word “...unsettled before. What even happened with that staff thing?” his curiosity about the whole thing had been gnawing at him since it had happened.
It is set 4E 201 - same time as the game I believe.
Dreet-Na walked in silence at the back of the group, his sour mood had returned and he resisted the urge to grumble about the many aches and pains he had, how his old age was slowly starting to catch up with him – but he knew it was best to keep such things to himself, especially with the group. He had been carefully considering who to elect leader of their little group, though the decision was not an easy one. He wanted someone who would be smart and strong enough, though he also knew it would be important to pick someone with the necessary skills to be a leader.
He had considered Valerion, before deciding that the darkness within him would likely make such a choice inappropriate, besides he was certain that none of the others would vote for such a unnatural creature – and knew to waste his vote as well as to risk alienating himself would not be a wise choice. He had considered Haserous, and guessed that with his reputation he may be a favourite with some of the others to be voted in, but again decided against it. The man focused on the martial side of things far too heavily, and such a choice would likely not work out in his own favour in the long run – being a scholar and a mage, something Haserous would underestimate . Many of the others had been too quiet and had not opened up enough for him to make a decision about, and so he immediately discounted those. He considered briefly Rozalia, however with her relative youth and disposition towards taking things that were not hers, though he had no issues with her or that, he decided she would also be unsuitable for this reason.
He was considering Nikolaus, after all he had been level headed and his companion had even spoken of his diplomatic nature. Such a trait would be good for a leader, especially with a group as diverse as theirs. He discounted Leonidus after his comment regarding mischief through words – such an individual would be of no use as a leader to them.
Finally he considered the Khajiit, Rawlith-Dar. He may be appropriate, but there was no way that he would cast his vote for him. He considered briefly how he would react if the Khajiit was voted leader, and watched the feline as they walked. Before last night he would have rejected the idea outright, but he was slightly more open to it – however old habits die hard, and he decided that he would prefer not to be under him. However if it did happen, he would keep his objections to himself and see if once more this Khajiit would be able to sway his opinion further.
Clearing his throat as he often did before speaking Dreet-Na announced to the group “I have considered the situation, for now I believe that I shall place my vote in Nikolaus.”
He let his words sit for a moment to see how they would react, especially Nikolaus himself before he added “Though as I am sure you all would agree, such a decision should not be made permanent until whomever we all choose has either proven, or disproven themselves suitable for the position.”
He continued to walk as he wondered who the others would vote for, the thought that some may choose him not even entering his mind as he did.
He had considered Valerion, before deciding that the darkness within him would likely make such a choice inappropriate, besides he was certain that none of the others would vote for such a unnatural creature – and knew to waste his vote as well as to risk alienating himself would not be a wise choice. He had considered Haserous, and guessed that with his reputation he may be a favourite with some of the others to be voted in, but again decided against it. The man focused on the martial side of things far too heavily, and such a choice would likely not work out in his own favour in the long run – being a scholar and a mage, something Haserous would underestimate . Many of the others had been too quiet and had not opened up enough for him to make a decision about, and so he immediately discounted those. He considered briefly Rozalia, however with her relative youth and disposition towards taking things that were not hers, though he had no issues with her or that, he decided she would also be unsuitable for this reason.
He was considering Nikolaus, after all he had been level headed and his companion had even spoken of his diplomatic nature. Such a trait would be good for a leader, especially with a group as diverse as theirs. He discounted Leonidus after his comment regarding mischief through words – such an individual would be of no use as a leader to them.
Finally he considered the Khajiit, Rawlith-Dar. He may be appropriate, but there was no way that he would cast his vote for him. He considered briefly how he would react if the Khajiit was voted leader, and watched the feline as they walked. Before last night he would have rejected the idea outright, but he was slightly more open to it – however old habits die hard, and he decided that he would prefer not to be under him. However if it did happen, he would keep his objections to himself and see if once more this Khajiit would be able to sway his opinion further.
Clearing his throat as he often did before speaking Dreet-Na announced to the group “I have considered the situation, for now I believe that I shall place my vote in Nikolaus.”
He let his words sit for a moment to see how they would react, especially Nikolaus himself before he added “Though as I am sure you all would agree, such a decision should not be made permanent until whomever we all choose has either proven, or disproven themselves suitable for the position.”
He continued to walk as he wondered who the others would vote for, the thought that some may choose him not even entering his mind as he did.
I've posted what I've got, but I'm afraid I'm a bit ill again - and my creativity seems to suffer, I'm sorry its not much and the end was a little rushed.
Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to get more up about their day together and what not. Balth, if you want to move things on and I'm not keeping up then feel free to have them do anything you need.
Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to get more up about their day together and what not. Balth, if you want to move things on and I'm not keeping up then feel free to have them do anything you need.
Fritz
Fritz had watched the vile trader be consumed by roots, the somewhat grotesque spectacle almost fascinating him as the roots behaved with a will of their own. He was about to ask how such a thing could happen when he remembered his first encounter with the imp, and how a root had grabbed his ankle and held him in place. Shivering at the thought that such a fate could have been his he looked around for Aergar before he spotted him stood beside the trader’s wagon, with an innocent grin covering his face and a glint in his deep amber eyes.
When the imp next emerged from the wagon Fritz continued to watch him, his mind still turning over what his opinion of him should be - beyond suspicion that was. He had found some kind of staff amongst the trader’s goods and was now wielding it, his attention fixated immediately on the children that Ada had saved before he approached them.
"Fritz," the imp scolded as he reached to untie one of the knots, "You've got that shiny new knife, don't you know how to--"
Suddenly Aergar fell silent and a look Fritz had never seen spread across his face before a strange transformation began. The girls each began to morph into animals whilst Aergar became noticeably weaker, leaning on the new staff desperately as in the blink of an eye the girls finished their transformations before bounding into the forest, one of them pausing a few moments to bow her head gracefully towards Ada in some kind of thanks.
There was silence for a moment as the group stared at Aergar somewhat dumbfoundedly before he collapsed forwards, obviously exhausted from what had just happened. Frit glanced at Ada to see what he should do, but she was watching the imp with a curious gaze – who was now regaining his composure slowly as the plant life around him wilted and died before he shakily stood again, picking the staff up and examining it closely. Fritz guessed by what had happened and how he was handling this staff that it was the cause of what had just happened. The imp did not look his usual self, and even seemed to grow sadder as he examined the staff before he suddenly cast it away, the wood changing and cracking slightly as soon as he released it.
"That wasn't me," Aergar said, shaking his head. He waved his hand at the staff. "Keep that, I don't want it." Even as he spoke his gaze lingered on the staff and he looked like he was longing to pick it up again. Suddenly the imp turned and bounded into the forest as he disappeared, it seemed that whatever it was it had definitely unnerved him. Picking up the rope that had only a few moments ago bound the girls and examining it he asked “What was that all about?” Kirin seemed to share his confusion and the pair talked about what it could have been. She was still very shaken up about what had happened with the trader, and Ada as well was acting strange with Kirin, apologising several times. "Fritz," she whimpered, her lip trembling, "I'm scared. I want to go home."
He squeezed her hand and smiled at her “It’s okay Kirin, you’re safe.” His gaze moved up to Ada who was quickly beginning to loot the trader’s wagon with Fimion. “Ada just needed your help” he explained slowly, searching carefully for the right words “she wouldn’t let anything happen to us, she just could explain that she needed your help at the time.” He let his words linger in the air for a few moments before he turned his gaze back to her, looking into her eyes as he added with a smirk “besides, I promise that I will make sure you’re safe. I was just about to heroically leap forwards and slay that beast of a man before Ada beat me to it.”
He grinned at his own joke, hoping it would make Kirin feel better. But as he continued to look into her eyes his grin faded as he realised that he had meant what he said. Blushing slightly Fritz looked away from her face before he stood and turned his attention towards helping the others, shooting Kirin another quick smile before he did.
Time passed quickly as they travelled, Fimion regaling them with numerous strange tales and stories. Fritz listened intently to them all, and in return told them a few of the myths, legends and stories from his own world. Before long they had reached Haneul and Fritz gazed at each and every thing, taking in the sights and asking numerous questions about almost everything.
The tavern was no different, the boys curiosity knowing little constraint s he bombarded Fimion and Ada with question after question. This continued almost entirely until Fritz slipped into a slumber, exhausted from almost everything he had seen and been through – happy to be next to Kirin as they both slept. He dreamt of everything he had seen and heard, a kind respite from the usual dreams of his parents and his home. When he awoke he was alone in the room, initially panicking as he wondered where Kirin and the others were. Moments later the door to the room opened and Fimion came in with a tray laden with numerous foodstuffs and a large bottle of something.
“Ah you’re awake” he said with the familiar grin on his face “I thought we should eat and drink before we begin our day. We have a lot to do today.”
“Where are Kirin and Ada?” he asked, slightly confused.
Fimion’s smile faltered for a moment before he told Fritz that Ada had gone to take her back to her family, before he added “But don’t worry. I’ve come to learn that fate has a way of bringing those we care for back to us” a knowing smile on his face.
Fritz’s expression turned to one of slight disappointment “Oh, I just thought that... I mean I’d hoped that we could have spent more time together.”
Sitting beside him on the bed and setting the tray down Fimion sighed before he said “I know you wanted that. But sometimes we must focus on not what we want, but what we have. Besides, you’ll find that if you concentrate on yourself for the time being then before you know it things will work out. Besides, you need to focus on your first lesson with me, if you ever hope to be able to use magic.”
Fritz glanced up, his eyes once more sparkling with curiosity. Fimion was right, he guessed. Kirin needed to be home and back with her family after what she had been through, and he needed to focus if he hoped the same for himself.
Fritz had watched the vile trader be consumed by roots, the somewhat grotesque spectacle almost fascinating him as the roots behaved with a will of their own. He was about to ask how such a thing could happen when he remembered his first encounter with the imp, and how a root had grabbed his ankle and held him in place. Shivering at the thought that such a fate could have been his he looked around for Aergar before he spotted him stood beside the trader’s wagon, with an innocent grin covering his face and a glint in his deep amber eyes.
When the imp next emerged from the wagon Fritz continued to watch him, his mind still turning over what his opinion of him should be - beyond suspicion that was. He had found some kind of staff amongst the trader’s goods and was now wielding it, his attention fixated immediately on the children that Ada had saved before he approached them.
"Fritz," the imp scolded as he reached to untie one of the knots, "You've got that shiny new knife, don't you know how to--"
Suddenly Aergar fell silent and a look Fritz had never seen spread across his face before a strange transformation began. The girls each began to morph into animals whilst Aergar became noticeably weaker, leaning on the new staff desperately as in the blink of an eye the girls finished their transformations before bounding into the forest, one of them pausing a few moments to bow her head gracefully towards Ada in some kind of thanks.
There was silence for a moment as the group stared at Aergar somewhat dumbfoundedly before he collapsed forwards, obviously exhausted from what had just happened. Frit glanced at Ada to see what he should do, but she was watching the imp with a curious gaze – who was now regaining his composure slowly as the plant life around him wilted and died before he shakily stood again, picking the staff up and examining it closely. Fritz guessed by what had happened and how he was handling this staff that it was the cause of what had just happened. The imp did not look his usual self, and even seemed to grow sadder as he examined the staff before he suddenly cast it away, the wood changing and cracking slightly as soon as he released it.
"That wasn't me," Aergar said, shaking his head. He waved his hand at the staff. "Keep that, I don't want it." Even as he spoke his gaze lingered on the staff and he looked like he was longing to pick it up again. Suddenly the imp turned and bounded into the forest as he disappeared, it seemed that whatever it was it had definitely unnerved him. Picking up the rope that had only a few moments ago bound the girls and examining it he asked “What was that all about?” Kirin seemed to share his confusion and the pair talked about what it could have been. She was still very shaken up about what had happened with the trader, and Ada as well was acting strange with Kirin, apologising several times. "Fritz," she whimpered, her lip trembling, "I'm scared. I want to go home."
He squeezed her hand and smiled at her “It’s okay Kirin, you’re safe.” His gaze moved up to Ada who was quickly beginning to loot the trader’s wagon with Fimion. “Ada just needed your help” he explained slowly, searching carefully for the right words “she wouldn’t let anything happen to us, she just could explain that she needed your help at the time.” He let his words linger in the air for a few moments before he turned his gaze back to her, looking into her eyes as he added with a smirk “besides, I promise that I will make sure you’re safe. I was just about to heroically leap forwards and slay that beast of a man before Ada beat me to it.”
He grinned at his own joke, hoping it would make Kirin feel better. But as he continued to look into her eyes his grin faded as he realised that he had meant what he said. Blushing slightly Fritz looked away from her face before he stood and turned his attention towards helping the others, shooting Kirin another quick smile before he did.
Time passed quickly as they travelled, Fimion regaling them with numerous strange tales and stories. Fritz listened intently to them all, and in return told them a few of the myths, legends and stories from his own world. Before long they had reached Haneul and Fritz gazed at each and every thing, taking in the sights and asking numerous questions about almost everything.
The tavern was no different, the boys curiosity knowing little constraint s he bombarded Fimion and Ada with question after question. This continued almost entirely until Fritz slipped into a slumber, exhausted from almost everything he had seen and been through – happy to be next to Kirin as they both slept. He dreamt of everything he had seen and heard, a kind respite from the usual dreams of his parents and his home. When he awoke he was alone in the room, initially panicking as he wondered where Kirin and the others were. Moments later the door to the room opened and Fimion came in with a tray laden with numerous foodstuffs and a large bottle of something.
“Ah you’re awake” he said with the familiar grin on his face “I thought we should eat and drink before we begin our day. We have a lot to do today.”
“Where are Kirin and Ada?” he asked, slightly confused.
Fimion’s smile faltered for a moment before he told Fritz that Ada had gone to take her back to her family, before he added “But don’t worry. I’ve come to learn that fate has a way of bringing those we care for back to us” a knowing smile on his face.
Fritz’s expression turned to one of slight disappointment “Oh, I just thought that... I mean I’d hoped that we could have spent more time together.”
Sitting beside him on the bed and setting the tray down Fimion sighed before he said “I know you wanted that. But sometimes we must focus on not what we want, but what we have. Besides, you’ll find that if you concentrate on yourself for the time being then before you know it things will work out. Besides, you need to focus on your first lesson with me, if you ever hope to be able to use magic.”
Fritz glanced up, his eyes once more sparkling with curiosity. Fimion was right, he guessed. Kirin needed to be home and back with her family after what she had been through, and he needed to focus if he hoped the same for himself.
I'm still floating around - not written anything up at the moment, but hopefully we can get some responses so we know other folks still be about. But it may seem that the cast are dropping off slightly :s
Aha yeah, that seems more or less appropriate, especially with the Raven :p man I've not play MTG in quite a while :p
I'm working on a post which shoooould be up tomorrow :)
I'm working on a post which shoooould be up tomorrow :)
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