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<blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 7172760" data-attributes="member: 6855545"><p>LYLLIE</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Their manners suggest they truly intend to stay, uninvited as they are. As Lyllie studies the elf, she realizes how detached is her behavior. Lyllie understands her markings might bring uneasiness, but this one seems to ignore that. In fact, Eilúvit submits the gnome to such a meticulous, if not inconvenient, scrutiny, as she tries in vain to engage in what she seems to perceive as natural conversation.</p><p></p><p>“As I heard of you, I became eager to learn of your legendary resilience to the plague that befell many a land. It reached the southern borders of White Wood as well. Nonetheless, we were met with no survivors. You, on the other hand…” – she mentions the delicate topic without as much as a flinch. </p><p></p><p>ICOSA</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>It is not Eilúvit that responds to the warforged’s remark, but the last of the companions. The slim figure walks closer to Icosa, a sly smile on her angular, skeletal face, her hands clearly rummaging under the indigo cloak. “Afraid of competition, are we?” - she walks around him, studying his moves in a way that any organic creature would consider invasive. “Don’t worry, armor-clad, we will play nice... for now. Perhaps you’ll even get to show me your pretty face underneath that helm, eh?” – she blinks at him, a ferocious smile cutting short her heavily-accented observations. This one is probably from the south, from the Roots, an enclave of vindictive, power-hungry surviving elves.</p><p></p><p>YTTRIAN</p><p></p><p>The elf notices the effort Portis places in not being noticed by the others, remaining behind the wagon, or behind boxes, or simply looking at the floor. Portis maintains control, but talking makes tension quite clear.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“Among the lucky ones, yes... It used to be different, though. Everyone used to be educated. The Dukes took care of everything in the past. But after… You know what…” – Portis says, glancing at Lyllie and Eilúvit – “…things changed. People blame the immigrants. They say there’s not enough for everyone.” – she shrugs. “What about your homeland?” – she continues, apparently trying to find another way into Yttrian’s trust.</p><p></p><p>HARFIK</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Prosper simply responds to the monk’s whisper with a shrug. He doesn’t know, but the absence did not go unnoticed. He resigns himself to silence on this topic, probably anticipating some tactical advantage, in case the altercations become violent. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“Watch this, sista… This one smiles. That what they teach you in the pits, slave?” – a pair of desert barbarians. Luckily he didn’t meet Aanzu. They hate draconians. </p><p></p><p>“I see… Too delicate to war, this one, Zanga.” – she answers the man. “Smile, slave. It befits you for accepting that collar of yours.” – she provokes Harfik deliberately. </p><p></p><p>EVERYONE</p><p></p><p>The dwarves finish unloading on their own right before setting up their own camp. The area is big enough to accommodate everyone, leaving generous space between the improvised settlements. Oddly enough, they go out of their ways to ignore the Fairwalkers’ attitudes towards the party, almost as if they weren’t their employers at all.</p><p></p><p><em><span style="color: #FF0000">[I’m profiting from the extra time to allow some roleplay and put some story pieces together. If you guys want to proceed, just let me know! Otherwise, feel free to use this time to develop other bits of your characters. I hope you enjoy the story! <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite2" alt=";)" title="Wink ;)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=";)" />]</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #FF0000"></span></em></p><p> [MENTION=23298]industrygothica[/MENTION] [MENTION=5044]Charwoman Gene[/MENTION] [MENTION=8858]hafrogman[/MENTION] [MENTION=6776182]JustinCase[/MENTION] [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855102]Greenmtn[/MENTION]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Archon Basileus, post: 7172760, member: 6855545"] LYLLIE Their manners suggest they truly intend to stay, uninvited as they are. As Lyllie studies the elf, she realizes how detached is her behavior. Lyllie understands her markings might bring uneasiness, but this one seems to ignore that. In fact, Eilúvit submits the gnome to such a meticulous, if not inconvenient, scrutiny, as she tries in vain to engage in what she seems to perceive as natural conversation. “As I heard of you, I became eager to learn of your legendary resilience to the plague that befell many a land. It reached the southern borders of White Wood as well. Nonetheless, we were met with no survivors. You, on the other hand…” – she mentions the delicate topic without as much as a flinch. ICOSA It is not Eilúvit that responds to the warforged’s remark, but the last of the companions. The slim figure walks closer to Icosa, a sly smile on her angular, skeletal face, her hands clearly rummaging under the indigo cloak. “Afraid of competition, are we?” - she walks around him, studying his moves in a way that any organic creature would consider invasive. “Don’t worry, armor-clad, we will play nice... for now. Perhaps you’ll even get to show me your pretty face underneath that helm, eh?” – she blinks at him, a ferocious smile cutting short her heavily-accented observations. This one is probably from the south, from the Roots, an enclave of vindictive, power-hungry surviving elves. YTTRIAN The elf notices the effort Portis places in not being noticed by the others, remaining behind the wagon, or behind boxes, or simply looking at the floor. Portis maintains control, but talking makes tension quite clear. “Among the lucky ones, yes... It used to be different, though. Everyone used to be educated. The Dukes took care of everything in the past. But after… You know what…” – Portis says, glancing at Lyllie and Eilúvit – “…things changed. People blame the immigrants. They say there’s not enough for everyone.” – she shrugs. “What about your homeland?” – she continues, apparently trying to find another way into Yttrian’s trust. HARFIK Prosper simply responds to the monk’s whisper with a shrug. He doesn’t know, but the absence did not go unnoticed. He resigns himself to silence on this topic, probably anticipating some tactical advantage, in case the altercations become violent. “Watch this, sista… This one smiles. That what they teach you in the pits, slave?” – a pair of desert barbarians. Luckily he didn’t meet Aanzu. They hate draconians. “I see… Too delicate to war, this one, Zanga.” – she answers the man. “Smile, slave. It befits you for accepting that collar of yours.” – she provokes Harfik deliberately. EVERYONE The dwarves finish unloading on their own right before setting up their own camp. The area is big enough to accommodate everyone, leaving generous space between the improvised settlements. Oddly enough, they go out of their ways to ignore the Fairwalkers’ attitudes towards the party, almost as if they weren’t their employers at all. [I][COLOR="#FF0000"][I’m profiting from the extra time to allow some roleplay and put some story pieces together. If you guys want to proceed, just let me know! Otherwise, feel free to use this time to develop other bits of your characters. I hope you enjoy the story! ;)] [/COLOR][/I] [MENTION=23298]industrygothica[/MENTION] [MENTION=5044]Charwoman Gene[/MENTION] [MENTION=8858]hafrogman[/MENTION] [MENTION=6776182]JustinCase[/MENTION] [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855102]Greenmtn[/MENTION] [/QUOTE]
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