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<blockquote data-quote="KahlessNestor" data-source="post: 7006376" data-attributes="member: 6801311"><p>Theremin of Keltarin</p><p>Tasalda/The Wizard’s Wand</p><p>A few months ago/Evening</p><p></p><p>Lights. Alcohol. Music. Girls. More alcohol. Gold and silver pieces plinking across the wooden walkways. Females of all races wearing nothing but magical lights and illusions strutted and danced on the various stages around The Wizard’s Wand. A particularly lovely redheaded half-elf gyrated in front of Theremin, causing his classmates to hoot their encouragement at him, flinging gold pieces at the woman.</p><p></p><p>“Next round is yours!” one of Theremin’s classmates said, pounding his back. He staggered to his feet and stumbled to the bar.</p><p></p><p>He didn’t remember much after that.</p><p></p><p>Bright light. PAIN! Who was breaking rocks in his skull!</p><p></p><p>“Morning, sleepyhead,” a female voice said.</p><p></p><p>He managed to get his eyes open against the searing light of the late morning sun shining through the curtains.</p><p></p><p>Curtains?</p><p></p><p>The flat was small, one room. He was lying in a bed. It wasn’t as soft and nice as his bed at the Academy. Functional. The flat was a bit shabby, but some effort had been made to beautify it, make it homey. The curtains, for one. The other half of the room held a table and some chairs and a small stove and washbucket.</p><p></p><p>“You’re probably wondering where you are,” the voice said again, a bit amused. Turning his head toward the voice was agony, but once his vision cleared he saw her. Her head was tilted at an angle as she put a couple earrings in her delicately pointed ears, the cascade of red hair falling to her shoulders. He wracked his brain, trying to remember…</p><p></p><p>The half-elf dancer from The Wizard’s Wand. Last night, end of term debauchery. Entirely too many shots of Helveki absinthe. And what was that herb he had smoked?</p><p></p><p>Even without the dancing lights and illusions, Theremin noted the half-elven woman was still quite attractive. Her hair glittered red-gold in the sun as it moved when she tilted her head to do the other ear. She was dressed in nothing more than a chemise and short bloomers. They were thin and mended more than once, but the stitching was fine, delicate, and expert. Her green eyes danced with amusement at Theremin’s condition, and her nose was spotted with freckles. Red hair, freckles, all a bit indicative of Old One blood on her human side, likely.</p><p></p><p>“Some friends you have,” the woman said as she came to sit on the bed. She picked up a pair of stockings that lay at his feet and started to roll one up her long leg. “I found you passed out face down in the alley out back. You’re lucky you threw all your gold at me last night or you might have been rolled by some opportunistic halfling.”</p><p></p><p>She lifted her other leg to pull on the other stocking. “There’s water on the side table.” She indicated the table beside him with a tall glass of water. “Bread and cheese on the table, coffee on the stove. Your clothes were a mess, so I washed them. They’re hanging to dry.” He noted his clothes hanging on a line across the small flat. “Some old crone dropped by while you were out. Don’t know how she knew to find you here.” She shrugged her delicate shoulders and got up to go to a small wardrobe. She pulled out a couple dresses, holding them up to herself and looking at her reflection in a cracked mirror. “She left you an envelope and a bag of gold. They’re on the table with breakfast.”</p><p></p><p>The young half-elf turned back to Theramin on the bed and held up the dresses. “Which one do you think?” she asked.</p><p></p><p>When Theramin finally got around to opening the envelope, he found it contained only a white card with a note written in a spidery scrawl:</p><p></p><p>SAWTOOTH INN</p><p>BREDON, BREDONSHIRE, ESSESS</p><p>29 MOTHER</p><p></p><p>At the bottom, like a signature, was a sort of glyph, like a shepherd's crook with a stylized eye.</p><p></p><p> @<em><strong><u><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=15132" target="_blank">Steve Gorak</a></u></strong></em></p><p></p><p>[sblock=OOC]29 Mother is a date. Mid/late summer, roughly around the end of August.[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="KahlessNestor, post: 7006376, member: 6801311"] Theremin of Keltarin Tasalda/The Wizard’s Wand A few months ago/Evening Lights. Alcohol. Music. Girls. More alcohol. Gold and silver pieces plinking across the wooden walkways. Females of all races wearing nothing but magical lights and illusions strutted and danced on the various stages around The Wizard’s Wand. A particularly lovely redheaded half-elf gyrated in front of Theremin, causing his classmates to hoot their encouragement at him, flinging gold pieces at the woman. “Next round is yours!” one of Theremin’s classmates said, pounding his back. He staggered to his feet and stumbled to the bar. He didn’t remember much after that. Bright light. PAIN! Who was breaking rocks in his skull! “Morning, sleepyhead,” a female voice said. He managed to get his eyes open against the searing light of the late morning sun shining through the curtains. Curtains? The flat was small, one room. He was lying in a bed. It wasn’t as soft and nice as his bed at the Academy. Functional. The flat was a bit shabby, but some effort had been made to beautify it, make it homey. The curtains, for one. The other half of the room held a table and some chairs and a small stove and washbucket. “You’re probably wondering where you are,” the voice said again, a bit amused. Turning his head toward the voice was agony, but once his vision cleared he saw her. Her head was tilted at an angle as she put a couple earrings in her delicately pointed ears, the cascade of red hair falling to her shoulders. He wracked his brain, trying to remember… The half-elf dancer from The Wizard’s Wand. Last night, end of term debauchery. Entirely too many shots of Helveki absinthe. And what was that herb he had smoked? Even without the dancing lights and illusions, Theremin noted the half-elven woman was still quite attractive. Her hair glittered red-gold in the sun as it moved when she tilted her head to do the other ear. She was dressed in nothing more than a chemise and short bloomers. They were thin and mended more than once, but the stitching was fine, delicate, and expert. Her green eyes danced with amusement at Theremin’s condition, and her nose was spotted with freckles. Red hair, freckles, all a bit indicative of Old One blood on her human side, likely. “Some friends you have,” the woman said as she came to sit on the bed. She picked up a pair of stockings that lay at his feet and started to roll one up her long leg. “I found you passed out face down in the alley out back. You’re lucky you threw all your gold at me last night or you might have been rolled by some opportunistic halfling.” She lifted her other leg to pull on the other stocking. “There’s water on the side table.” She indicated the table beside him with a tall glass of water. “Bread and cheese on the table, coffee on the stove. Your clothes were a mess, so I washed them. They’re hanging to dry.” He noted his clothes hanging on a line across the small flat. “Some old crone dropped by while you were out. Don’t know how she knew to find you here.” She shrugged her delicate shoulders and got up to go to a small wardrobe. She pulled out a couple dresses, holding them up to herself and looking at her reflection in a cracked mirror. “She left you an envelope and a bag of gold. They’re on the table with breakfast.” The young half-elf turned back to Theramin on the bed and held up the dresses. “Which one do you think?” she asked. When Theramin finally got around to opening the envelope, he found it contained only a white card with a note written in a spidery scrawl: SAWTOOTH INN BREDON, BREDONSHIRE, ESSESS 29 MOTHER At the bottom, like a signature, was a sort of glyph, like a shepherd's crook with a stylized eye. @[I][B][U][URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=15132"]Steve Gorak[/URL][/U][/B][/I] [sblock=OOC]29 Mother is a date. Mid/late summer, roughly around the end of August.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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