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<blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1203332" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px">Songs of Other Times and Places</span></strong></p></span></span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></p></span></span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong><span style="font-size: 12px">Prologue</span></strong></p></span></span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></p> <p style="text-align: left"></p><p></span></span></strong><span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><p style="text-align: left"></p> <p style="text-align: left"></p> <p style="text-align: left">The elf crested a small rise and reigned his horse to a stop. The dirt road before him continued on a gentle downward slop to a stream, across a shallow ford, and into a small hamlet nestled along the far shore.</p><p></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Good," the elf thought as he kicked his mount into a slow walk, "Dead Orc Creek is still running low. I can cross here, and not lose any time. And I can leave this accursed forest behind. A forest is no place for a burglar, even if he <em>is</em> an elf."</p><p></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px">When the horse reached the edge of the stream, the elf dismounted and led the beast into the swift yet shallow water. He ran a hand along the horse’s wet flank as the animal dipped its head to drink from the crystal–clear water. "Poor creature," the elf thought. "I’ve ridden her hard, mayhap too hard. She’s tired; I doubt she’d make it all the way to the coast and Portabello." He scanned the hamlet ahead. "There should be a stable here in Brin’s Crossing. I’ll get a new horse, pick up the Old Emperor’s Highway west of here, and still make Portabello before the new moon five days hence."</p><p></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The elf stopped halfway across the stream, dipping his cupped hands into the cold water to taste it himself. As he drank, he looked at his reflection in the water: straight black hair hanging to his shoulders, violet eyes, tanned skin streaked with dirt from the road, the hilts of his longsword and shortsword visable above his shoulders. He scooped up more water to wash his face.</p><p></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Looking down again, he saw something sparkling in the gravel of the ford, something golden. He picked it up. It was a gold coin. On one side was a stylized picture of a dragon, on the other was what looked like writing, though he could not read it.</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"The Trickster smiles!" the elf thought, slipping the coin inside a near empty belt pouch. "I can use it, too. My money is almost gone. I sure hope Tezla and Dirk were able to sell the gems. I told them we should take only coins as payment from the Baron.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Excelsior'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Now, where in Portabello did they say to meet them? At that tavern in the Dock Quarter they like. What was the name? Ah yes, the Stone Pony."</p><p></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1203332, member: 515"] [b][font=Excelsior][size=2][center][b][size=4]Songs of Other Times and Places[/size][/b] [b][size=3]Prologue[/size][/b] [/center] [left][/left][/size][/font][/b][font=Excelsior][size=2][left][/left] [left] [/left] [left]The elf crested a small rise and reigned his horse to a stop. The dirt road before him continued on a gentle downward slop to a stream, across a shallow ford, and into a small hamlet nestled along the far shore.[/left] [left]"Good," the elf thought as he kicked his mount into a slow walk, "Dead Orc Creek is still running low. I can cross here, and not lose any time. And I can leave this accursed forest behind. A forest is no place for a burglar, even if he [i]is[/i] an elf."[/left] [left]When the horse reached the edge of the stream, the elf dismounted and led the beast into the swift yet shallow water. He ran a hand along the horse’s wet flank as the animal dipped its head to drink from the crystal–clear water. "Poor creature," the elf thought. "I’ve ridden her hard, mayhap too hard. She’s tired; I doubt she’d make it all the way to the coast and Portabello." He scanned the hamlet ahead. "There should be a stable here in Brin’s Crossing. I’ll get a new horse, pick up the Old Emperor’s Highway west of here, and still make Portabello before the new moon five days hence."[/left] [left]The elf stopped halfway across the stream, dipping his cupped hands into the cold water to taste it himself. As he drank, he looked at his reflection in the water: straight black hair hanging to his shoulders, violet eyes, tanned skin streaked with dirt from the road, the hilts of his longsword and shortsword visable above his shoulders. He scooped up more water to wash his face.[/left] [left]Looking down again, he saw something sparkling in the gravel of the ford, something golden. He picked it up. It was a gold coin. On one side was a stylized picture of a dragon, on the other was what looked like writing, though he could not read it.[/left] "The Trickster smiles!" the elf thought, slipping the coin inside a near empty belt pouch. "I can use it, too. My money is almost gone. I sure hope Tezla and Dirk were able to sell the gems. I told them we should take only coins as payment from the Baron. [left]"Now, where in Portabello did they say to meet them? At that tavern in the Dock Quarter they like. What was the name? Ah yes, the Stone Pony."[/left] [/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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