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<blockquote data-quote="SelcSilverhand" data-source="post: 6013201" data-attributes="member: 30016"><p>Rollen laughs aloud and claps at the conclusion to Diego's story. Stories like his always made nights in the taverns merrier. He filed it away to use himself if he was ever on the road again. </p><p></p><p>As his turn comes up, Rollen rises to his feet and bows dramatically. <span style="color: Red">"A fine tale Diego, and it sets the mood for more tales.</span> He turns to the dancer and smiles. <span style="color: red">Alas, my most famous adventure did not end so well for me, but I have a story more fit for a night of feasting. It is the tale of how I very nearly became a criminal rather than a warden."</span> He refills his wine glass and wets his lips before continuing.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: red">"I had traveled to the city of Irthos by a long road and arrived nearly penniless. I had it in my head that more people meant more to hear and appreciate my music and thus I would have a little more jingle in my pocket. It was the logic of a young man and would have worked well had I been the first to come to that conclusion. I did not know at the time but the city had guilds for everything including music. I tried several taverns but could not find any that would employ me without guild approval. I resorted to playing in the street but would barely collect enough to feed myself before having to outrun other guild members.</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">I was becoming more desperate as the nights turned colder and I was still without a roof over my head. One evening a shifty looking character approached me and said his name was Finks. He said I looked like a man who needed a job. Of course I said Yes and followed him off to meet with some other rough looking characters. They told me they had a job that would pay well. All's I needed to do was to climb up into a third floor window, liberate a box, and return to them and I would get a share of the bounty.</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">I agreed to the job with some hesitation. I do not believe in stealing but an empty stomach and freezing limbs makes for a powerful motivator. I wandered the city until dusk trying to work up my courage. As I passed by a garden I saw a lovely purple rose, the only one that had bloomed. I saw it as a sign of luck from Shelyn so I clipped it and placed it safely inside my shirt. When full dark had overtake the city I put on my mask and crept to the wall of a rich manse to begin climbing. It was hard work, with frozen fingers barely able to cling to the side of the sheer wall. It would have been impossible save for the stone frescoes and gargoyles. Finally I reached the window ledge of the third floor and tumbled inside. It was dark, but I could see the dim outlines of a bedroom. I wasn't prepared for that, I thought my goal was a study or sitting room. My surprise was driven away when I saw what sat at the end of the bed. It was a pedestal for a single dark wooden box. It's lid was open revealing a large emerald on a platinum chain. It glittered in the faint starlight and looked to be the greatest treasure in the world and the solution to all my problems.</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">Then I heard the gasp.</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">I had forgotten about the bed. It's occupant was sitting up now and staring at me with large brown eyes. Her dusky skin was revealed here and there by her disheveled nightgown. Her lips were slightly parted and her chin quivered. In a moment she would call for the guards. </span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">"Jewel of Irthos", I begged, "Please do not cry out for it would break my heart to come at last into the presence only to be driven away."</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">She shook her head, her long black hair brushing bare shoulders.</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red"><em>"What are you doing here stranger? Why have you come?"</em> she said, still sounding unsure and ready to call for help.</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">"Long have I admired you from afar, your beauty and grace are as bread and wine to me. You shine from your tower like a lighthouse, guiding the love lost. Many nights I have looked up from the streets below and longed to be in the safe harbor of your embrace."</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">Even in the darkness I could see a blush creeping up her neck to touch her cheeks.</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">"Alas, I am not a wealthy man, nor have I lands or title. I have nothing to offer you that the world values. All that I have is this humble gift in which I see a reflection of your loveliness."</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">I drew the purple flower from inside my shirt and held it aloft for her to see. </span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">"I came here to leave this, for I must leave forever before my longing drives me mad. I am a moth drawn to your flame and I must fly away to live. "</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">I set the flower down upon the emerald, my fingers hesitating for only a moment as they brushed the prize beneath the flower. She was still staring at me, her mouth half open in wonder at my profession of love. Sensing my one chance I strode to the window and stood balancing upon the edge.</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red"><em>"Wait! I do not even know your name!"</em> She cried out.</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">"It would warm my nights to hear my name from your lips. It is Rollen."</span></p><p><span style="color: red"><em>"Rollen</em>" she said in a whisper.</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">With that I dropped from the window sill and caught the ledge beneath it, quickly dropping to the side out of sight of her window. I heard her come to edge looking to see what had become of me. Soon I was on the ground again and out of sight. Knowing that my "partners" would no doubt cut my throat for failing to do their work I hid until morning when I could leave the city along with the morning crush of travlers and merchants. </span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">I saw her one last time as I left the city. She was near the docks, looking at the faces of the sailors as they prepared to cast off. The talk of lighthouses and safe harbors must have put it into her head that I was a sailor. I left by the gate leading into the hills, finding my way back out to the smaller hamlets where a single musician brings joy and always finds a hot meal and a warm hearth.</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">To my dying day though I will hold the picture of her standing before the rising sun with the emerald at her neck and that purple rose braided into her hair and wonder what her name was."</span></p><p></p><p>With that he toasts his unknown woman and sits down once again.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="SelcSilverhand, post: 6013201, member: 30016"] Rollen laughs aloud and claps at the conclusion to Diego's story. Stories like his always made nights in the taverns merrier. He filed it away to use himself if he was ever on the road again. As his turn comes up, Rollen rises to his feet and bows dramatically. [COLOR="Red"]"A fine tale Diego, and it sets the mood for more tales.[/COLOR] He turns to the dancer and smiles. [COLOR="red"]Alas, my most famous adventure did not end so well for me, but I have a story more fit for a night of feasting. It is the tale of how I very nearly became a criminal rather than a warden."[/COLOR] He refills his wine glass and wets his lips before continuing. [COLOR="red"]"I had traveled to the city of Irthos by a long road and arrived nearly penniless. I had it in my head that more people meant more to hear and appreciate my music and thus I would have a little more jingle in my pocket. It was the logic of a young man and would have worked well had I been the first to come to that conclusion. I did not know at the time but the city had guilds for everything including music. I tried several taverns but could not find any that would employ me without guild approval. I resorted to playing in the street but would barely collect enough to feed myself before having to outrun other guild members. I was becoming more desperate as the nights turned colder and I was still without a roof over my head. One evening a shifty looking character approached me and said his name was Finks. He said I looked like a man who needed a job. Of course I said Yes and followed him off to meet with some other rough looking characters. They told me they had a job that would pay well. All's I needed to do was to climb up into a third floor window, liberate a box, and return to them and I would get a share of the bounty. I agreed to the job with some hesitation. I do not believe in stealing but an empty stomach and freezing limbs makes for a powerful motivator. I wandered the city until dusk trying to work up my courage. As I passed by a garden I saw a lovely purple rose, the only one that had bloomed. I saw it as a sign of luck from Shelyn so I clipped it and placed it safely inside my shirt. When full dark had overtake the city I put on my mask and crept to the wall of a rich manse to begin climbing. It was hard work, with frozen fingers barely able to cling to the side of the sheer wall. It would have been impossible save for the stone frescoes and gargoyles. Finally I reached the window ledge of the third floor and tumbled inside. It was dark, but I could see the dim outlines of a bedroom. I wasn't prepared for that, I thought my goal was a study or sitting room. My surprise was driven away when I saw what sat at the end of the bed. It was a pedestal for a single dark wooden box. It's lid was open revealing a large emerald on a platinum chain. It glittered in the faint starlight and looked to be the greatest treasure in the world and the solution to all my problems. Then I heard the gasp. I had forgotten about the bed. It's occupant was sitting up now and staring at me with large brown eyes. Her dusky skin was revealed here and there by her disheveled nightgown. Her lips were slightly parted and her chin quivered. In a moment she would call for the guards. "Jewel of Irthos", I begged, "Please do not cry out for it would break my heart to come at last into the presence only to be driven away." She shook her head, her long black hair brushing bare shoulders. [i]"What are you doing here stranger? Why have you come?"[/i] she said, still sounding unsure and ready to call for help. "Long have I admired you from afar, your beauty and grace are as bread and wine to me. You shine from your tower like a lighthouse, guiding the love lost. Many nights I have looked up from the streets below and longed to be in the safe harbor of your embrace." Even in the darkness I could see a blush creeping up her neck to touch her cheeks. "Alas, I am not a wealthy man, nor have I lands or title. I have nothing to offer you that the world values. All that I have is this humble gift in which I see a reflection of your loveliness." I drew the purple flower from inside my shirt and held it aloft for her to see. "I came here to leave this, for I must leave forever before my longing drives me mad. I am a moth drawn to your flame and I must fly away to live. " I set the flower down upon the emerald, my fingers hesitating for only a moment as they brushed the prize beneath the flower. She was still staring at me, her mouth half open in wonder at my profession of love. Sensing my one chance I strode to the window and stood balancing upon the edge. [i]"Wait! I do not even know your name!"[/i] She cried out. "It would warm my nights to hear my name from your lips. It is Rollen." [i]"Rollen[/i]" she said in a whisper. With that I dropped from the window sill and caught the ledge beneath it, quickly dropping to the side out of sight of her window. I heard her come to edge looking to see what had become of me. Soon I was on the ground again and out of sight. Knowing that my "partners" would no doubt cut my throat for failing to do their work I hid until morning when I could leave the city along with the morning crush of travlers and merchants. I saw her one last time as I left the city. She was near the docks, looking at the faces of the sailors as they prepared to cast off. The talk of lighthouses and safe harbors must have put it into her head that I was a sailor. I left by the gate leading into the hills, finding my way back out to the smaller hamlets where a single musician brings joy and always finds a hot meal and a warm hearth. To my dying day though I will hold the picture of her standing before the rising sun with the emerald at her neck and that purple rose braided into her hair and wonder what her name was."[/COLOR] With that he toasts his unknown woman and sits down once again. [/QUOTE]
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