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10 yrs ago
Time to go on a horror movie binge.
10 yrs ago
Seems like I need to replace my phone. I never know how much not being able to check the time bothered me until I started walking around the school campus without my phone.
10 yrs ago
So today my phone fell in water. It was there for no more than two seconds tops, but it's going haywire. Time to see if the old rice trick works.
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11 yrs ago
The semester is almost over!
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11 yrs ago
I'm slowly working on getting replies up. Just be patient with me, please. =)
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Just so my rp partners know, I'm in Central Time.
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Posted. I'll be working a mid-day shift today, but I'll be home before it gets too late for my time.
Lydia followed behind Ragna and heard the wooden gates of the dwarven fortress closing behind them. She wasn't worried, however, as she was friends with the dwarves and many of them knew of her, even if they didn't know her, due to the fact that she often gave them hand in protecting their borders from thieves and monsters. Shifting the girl a bit Lydia looked around to see if there were any dwarves she knew in the group that surrounded them. She spotted one at the end of the line.
"Ah! Blathir!" Lydia called, a genuine smile breaking out over her face. "How are you this eve of morning, my friend?"
Blathir the dwarf squinted in the light a bit, then exclaimed, "By the King's beard, if it isn't the good Lady Lydianna! Men, stand down. We have a friend amongst us!" The dwarves hesitated for a moment, their eyes and weapons now almost exclusively trained on Ragna.
"He's with me," Lydia said, causing the dwarves to finally relax.
Blathir, who was a dark haired dwarf with a merry face, standing about half her size, had two dwarves named Roric and Hurth take the unconscious girl to a medic. Then he waved to Lydia and Ragnarok, saying, "Come, come. We will get you some food and a bed. Tell me, my dear Lydianna, what brings your and your companion here at the wee hours of the morn?"
"A matter that I would speak to you of first in private," she retorted, her expression serious. "Oh, and Blathir, this is Ragnarok, or Ragna for short. Ragna, this is my friend Blathir." Simple pleasantries were exchanged between the two as they walked down the halls of the fortress until they came to a kitchen where they stopped for food, before continuing on to somewhere private. Then Lydia was able to divulge Blathir of the matter at hand: the possible state of Termina, Ragna's demonic family after them, her being mysteriously summoned by a demon, mentioning the group of demons they had come across in the woods and the girl they had saved from them.
At the end of it all Blathir sat back and let out a low whistle. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it, then opened it again. "Well, Lydia," he said, "that seems like quite some trouble you have there. And you say you don't know why you're being summoned?" Lydia shook her head. Leaning back in his chair Blathir stroked his beard and seemed to think for a time. Eventually he sat back up, his decision made. "We'll supply you with whatever you should need, Lydia. Pass where you need to. And if you're ever in any trouble that you can't handle, just call us and we will come to your aid. Earth knows what you've done for us over the years."
Lydia bowed her head, giving her friend a slight smile. "Thank you, Blathir. Now, if you don't mind I think it's time we slept a little." Blathir agreed but had to pause for a moment as he evaluated Ragna's size. There were no beds in the fortress fit for him--none really even fit for her. Ragna had had enough trouble just moving around the dwarven fortress. He would have to sleep in the great hall, Blathir declared, which was the only room that could really fit someone of his size. Lydia said she would sleep there as well and Blathir was wise enough not to dispute with her.
Soon the half-elf and half-demon found themselves bedded down in the fortresses' great hall. "Good night," Lydia said to Ragna, turning to face the wall and pulling the blanket over her head even as the sun was coming up.
"Ah! Blathir!" Lydia called, a genuine smile breaking out over her face. "How are you this eve of morning, my friend?"
Blathir the dwarf squinted in the light a bit, then exclaimed, "By the King's beard, if it isn't the good Lady Lydianna! Men, stand down. We have a friend amongst us!" The dwarves hesitated for a moment, their eyes and weapons now almost exclusively trained on Ragna.
"He's with me," Lydia said, causing the dwarves to finally relax.
Blathir, who was a dark haired dwarf with a merry face, standing about half her size, had two dwarves named Roric and Hurth take the unconscious girl to a medic. Then he waved to Lydia and Ragnarok, saying, "Come, come. We will get you some food and a bed. Tell me, my dear Lydianna, what brings your and your companion here at the wee hours of the morn?"
"A matter that I would speak to you of first in private," she retorted, her expression serious. "Oh, and Blathir, this is Ragnarok, or Ragna for short. Ragna, this is my friend Blathir." Simple pleasantries were exchanged between the two as they walked down the halls of the fortress until they came to a kitchen where they stopped for food, before continuing on to somewhere private. Then Lydia was able to divulge Blathir of the matter at hand: the possible state of Termina, Ragna's demonic family after them, her being mysteriously summoned by a demon, mentioning the group of demons they had come across in the woods and the girl they had saved from them.
At the end of it all Blathir sat back and let out a low whistle. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it, then opened it again. "Well, Lydia," he said, "that seems like quite some trouble you have there. And you say you don't know why you're being summoned?" Lydia shook her head. Leaning back in his chair Blathir stroked his beard and seemed to think for a time. Eventually he sat back up, his decision made. "We'll supply you with whatever you should need, Lydia. Pass where you need to. And if you're ever in any trouble that you can't handle, just call us and we will come to your aid. Earth knows what you've done for us over the years."
Lydia bowed her head, giving her friend a slight smile. "Thank you, Blathir. Now, if you don't mind I think it's time we slept a little." Blathir agreed but had to pause for a moment as he evaluated Ragna's size. There were no beds in the fortress fit for him--none really even fit for her. Ragna had had enough trouble just moving around the dwarven fortress. He would have to sleep in the great hall, Blathir declared, which was the only room that could really fit someone of his size. Lydia said she would sleep there as well and Blathir was wise enough not to dispute with her.
Soon the half-elf and half-demon found themselves bedded down in the fortresses' great hall. "Good night," Lydia said to Ragna, turning to face the wall and pulling the blanket over her head even as the sun was coming up.
Alright. I'll be going to the movie in a few hours, but I have no work tonight so I'll be able to easily reply later.
I've been meaning to take a look at those. Also, my post is up though it's somewhat short.
Lydia stood and looked at Ragna for a time after he had sat down. She had mostly suggested that they stop for the night due to the girl. But then again, they had a horde of demons breathing down their necks and Ragna's family was after him. As he had said the dwarven borders were close by. Even if Lydia carried the girl--she wasn't simply going to leave her in the forest--she knew she'd be able to make it.
Removing her bow and quiver she pushed them at Ragnarok. "Carry these for me...please," she said, adding the last part after a moment's hesitation. Without any explanation she went over to the girl. She lifted her up and set her against the tree, retrieved her cloak and put it back on, then put the other one around the girl. Turning around while crouching down she grabbed the girl's arms and pulled them over her shoulders, shifting the weight until the girl was laying on Lydia's back. Then she grabbed hold of the sleeping girl's legs to keep her in place and stood up with little effort, shifting so the girl had settled into a good position on her back. Lydia whispered a few words and a sudden gust of cold air killed the fire, leaving them in darkness.
"Let's get going," Lydia said. "Like you said we can make it to the dwarven lands before sunup. We can leave this girl with them and they'll get her where she needs to go. ...I find you rather interesting, and we're not all that dissimilar as you put it. No need to give your family even an extra second to catch up with us, eh, Ragna?" She smirked a bit, but it was not entirely unfriendly.
Removing her bow and quiver she pushed them at Ragnarok. "Carry these for me...please," she said, adding the last part after a moment's hesitation. Without any explanation she went over to the girl. She lifted her up and set her against the tree, retrieved her cloak and put it back on, then put the other one around the girl. Turning around while crouching down she grabbed the girl's arms and pulled them over her shoulders, shifting the weight until the girl was laying on Lydia's back. Then she grabbed hold of the sleeping girl's legs to keep her in place and stood up with little effort, shifting so the girl had settled into a good position on her back. Lydia whispered a few words and a sudden gust of cold air killed the fire, leaving them in darkness.
"Let's get going," Lydia said. "Like you said we can make it to the dwarven lands before sunup. We can leave this girl with them and they'll get her where she needs to go. ...I find you rather interesting, and we're not all that dissimilar as you put it. No need to give your family even an extra second to catch up with us, eh, Ragna?" She smirked a bit, but it was not entirely unfriendly.
Currently watching The Desolation of Smaug. How goes your day?
Well now you have that at your disposal. Also if the guild ever crashes when you try to submit a post just backspace the page and copy your work.
That's why I tend to copy and paste all my responses.
It's quite the nuisance.
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