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<blockquote data-quote="melynxt" data-source="post: 2563040"><p>*on the first stained, worn page, appears writing. Written in an ink that seems to constantly change from black to silver to black to gold to black, in caligraphy style hand script. A small title is written slightly larger than the normal text, at the near top of the first page. It reads: "Tha Magicked Choice"</p><p></p><p>*An inch or so lower, a story begins.*</p><p></p><p>~It was uh brilliantly borin' day fer May, as she made her way inta' tha Red Fang Tavern, er as she always called it, tha Rift. Tha creaky ole' door swung open slowly, an she walked on in. Hair drapin' in her vision, she din't seem ta mind. Uh quick look uh'bouts round tha place, ver'fied tha fact it was quite tha dull evenin' ta come, too. Barely uh'nother bein' in tha place, May made her way toward the small bar, smilin' at tha big wooden golem barkeep b'hind tha counter as she slipped up onta one uh tha creaky stools. Her sandals nearly fallin' off as she took up perch on tha somewhat comfy seat. </p><p></p><p>"hey'uh weeg, how's it goin' this evenin' eh?" May mused, as she leaned onta tha freshly washed bartop, usin both forearms ta prop herself up uh bit. Uh cold breeze suddenly shootin' up her spine, tha main door flingin' open, May fought uh shiver off, an turned her head ta look an see wha 'uhcompanied tha cool gust uh wind. </p><p></p><p>She blinked, as uh rather good lookin' drow male strutted in, grinnin' from ear ta ear. It was obvious he was nah one uh 'em tha enjoyed livin' under tha ground much. He seemed smooth, had an air uh charm 'bout him, somethin' tha seemed ta draw May's 'ttention, she din't know why. </p><p></p><p>May slipped inta' uh bit uh thought, as she watched tha male drow slip off his cloak near tha door an make his way ta tha bar, uh bit of uh ways off from where she sat 'erself.</p><p></p><p>She thought ta herself: "he looks...jus' like...Trist.....oh..how i miss him.."</p><p></p><p>May blinked out uh thought as tha door slammed shut once 'gain. Uh grumblin' woman helpin' it shut, huffin' in uh bit uh angered tone "Ya dun live in uh barn, darkie! Shut tha damned door after ya're arse, aye?!" </p><p></p><p>Tha woman wore tha crest uh tha Red Dragon on her tunic. She was r'ferred ta as Lady Fion'uh, owner uh tha Rift, an none too bloody happy 'bout some uh races tha' seemed ta make popular her tavern these days. Fion'uh stormed cross tha common room uh tha tavern, an went right in ta tha back kitchen, dis'pearin' b'hind tha scenes, once 'gain. </p><p></p><p>May blinked, unable ta fight off uh quirk of uh smile at tha d'splay uh frustration. She turned her head back round ta look at tha golem, uh soft smile playin' over her lips uh bit. As uh hand jumped down inta uh pocket uh her breeches, searchin fer one uh her last silver coins, she spoke ta tha golem, as iffin' he was jus uh'nother person ta carry on uh conversation with.</p><p></p><p>"Ya know, weeg, I dun'no bout some uh these people tha' come in 'ere sometimes. Fion'uh gonn'uh kill em all iffin' they keep leavin' tha door open all tha time, i think..heh.." She smirked, as her hand popped out uh her pocket, success in it's palm. Uh sol'tairey silver clutched in her hand, uh'long with uh bit uh pocket fuzz, May contemplated what ta order, once 'gain leanin' quite uh bit on tha bar top.</p><p></p><p>She looked at tha golem after uh short time, an grinned, comin' ta uh conclusion on her self d'bate. Speakin' with confidence, she picked tha silver from her palm, an dusted off tha fuzz, lookin' ta tha golem "Alright weeg, i know wha' i want this evenin' ...gi'mme some uh tha' whiskey, okay?" </p><p></p><p>Tha large wooden golem tilted it's head, but held out his splinterin' palm, fer tha silver, with uh slow nod. May placed it in tha golem's hand, an smiled as he closed his sticklike fingers 'bout it, turnin' ta tha many rows uh glasses an bottles b'hind him.</p><p></p><p>Tha handsome lookin' drow male now fully casualled in uh relaxin' posture, sprawled out over one uh tha padded benches near tha half circle fire hearth. May's curious, an somewhat naive gaze, drifted bout tha' Rift's common room, as she waited fer her drink ta be served. It soon settled 'pon tha drow male, an she found herself starin' at him, fer some time. Uh smile creepin' up on her lips, as she slipped inta' past mem'ries. Tha wooden golem clinked tha small shot glass uh whiskey onta tha counter near May. She paid very lil' 'ttention ta it, at all. Her eyes reflectin' tha dim light uh tha fire, oddly. Mem'ries floodin' past her hair shrowded vision. Tha smile lingerin'.</p><p></p><p>Her thoughts: "he...seems ta have tha same kind'uh att'tude as Trist did....sigh...stop this May...it ain't Trist..he ain't comin' back ta ya...he was never even really ya're ta b'gin with woman.."</p><p></p><p>May's semi-glazed over look, came ta be met by tha drow male she was starin' at. He turned his gaze from tha fire's flame, an jus grinned an grinned at May. Raisin' himself from his relaxed p'sition, he stood from his seat, flicked his stark white locks back uh bit, an moved ta uh'proach May, uh coy look in his entrancin' eyes. </p><p></p><p>May blinked out uh her stupor, an uh'bout fell off'uh her chair when she saw tha dark skinned man uh'proachin' her. She panicked, an turned quickly uh'bout on her stool, in tha process, loosin' uh sandal ta tha floorboards below, an spillin tha whiskey shot on ta tha bar, in uh single movement. ~</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>*The story seems to stop in the middle of one of the pages, and appears to just end, there. Though it is obvious this is not a complete story yet. *</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="melynxt, post: 2563040"] *on the first stained, worn page, appears writing. Written in an ink that seems to constantly change from black to silver to black to gold to black, in caligraphy style hand script. A small title is written slightly larger than the normal text, at the near top of the first page. It reads: "Tha Magicked Choice" *An inch or so lower, a story begins.* ~It was uh brilliantly borin' day fer May, as she made her way inta' tha Red Fang Tavern, er as she always called it, tha Rift. Tha creaky ole' door swung open slowly, an she walked on in. Hair drapin' in her vision, she din't seem ta mind. Uh quick look uh'bouts round tha place, ver'fied tha fact it was quite tha dull evenin' ta come, too. Barely uh'nother bein' in tha place, May made her way toward the small bar, smilin' at tha big wooden golem barkeep b'hind tha counter as she slipped up onta one uh tha creaky stools. Her sandals nearly fallin' off as she took up perch on tha somewhat comfy seat. "hey'uh weeg, how's it goin' this evenin' eh?" May mused, as she leaned onta tha freshly washed bartop, usin both forearms ta prop herself up uh bit. Uh cold breeze suddenly shootin' up her spine, tha main door flingin' open, May fought uh shiver off, an turned her head ta look an see wha 'uhcompanied tha cool gust uh wind. She blinked, as uh rather good lookin' drow male strutted in, grinnin' from ear ta ear. It was obvious he was nah one uh 'em tha enjoyed livin' under tha ground much. He seemed smooth, had an air uh charm 'bout him, somethin' tha seemed ta draw May's 'ttention, she din't know why. May slipped inta' uh bit uh thought, as she watched tha male drow slip off his cloak near tha door an make his way ta tha bar, uh bit of uh ways off from where she sat 'erself. She thought ta herself: "he looks...jus' like...Trist.....oh..how i miss him.." May blinked out uh thought as tha door slammed shut once 'gain. Uh grumblin' woman helpin' it shut, huffin' in uh bit uh angered tone "Ya dun live in uh barn, darkie! Shut tha damned door after ya're arse, aye?!" Tha woman wore tha crest uh tha Red Dragon on her tunic. She was r'ferred ta as Lady Fion'uh, owner uh tha Rift, an none too bloody happy 'bout some uh races tha' seemed ta make popular her tavern these days. Fion'uh stormed cross tha common room uh tha tavern, an went right in ta tha back kitchen, dis'pearin' b'hind tha scenes, once 'gain. May blinked, unable ta fight off uh quirk of uh smile at tha d'splay uh frustration. She turned her head back round ta look at tha golem, uh soft smile playin' over her lips uh bit. As uh hand jumped down inta uh pocket uh her breeches, searchin fer one uh her last silver coins, she spoke ta tha golem, as iffin' he was jus uh'nother person ta carry on uh conversation with. "Ya know, weeg, I dun'no bout some uh these people tha' come in 'ere sometimes. Fion'uh gonn'uh kill em all iffin' they keep leavin' tha door open all tha time, i think..heh.." She smirked, as her hand popped out uh her pocket, success in it's palm. Uh sol'tairey silver clutched in her hand, uh'long with uh bit uh pocket fuzz, May contemplated what ta order, once 'gain leanin' quite uh bit on tha bar top. She looked at tha golem after uh short time, an grinned, comin' ta uh conclusion on her self d'bate. Speakin' with confidence, she picked tha silver from her palm, an dusted off tha fuzz, lookin' ta tha golem "Alright weeg, i know wha' i want this evenin' ...gi'mme some uh tha' whiskey, okay?" Tha large wooden golem tilted it's head, but held out his splinterin' palm, fer tha silver, with uh slow nod. May placed it in tha golem's hand, an smiled as he closed his sticklike fingers 'bout it, turnin' ta tha many rows uh glasses an bottles b'hind him. Tha handsome lookin' drow male now fully casualled in uh relaxin' posture, sprawled out over one uh tha padded benches near tha half circle fire hearth. May's curious, an somewhat naive gaze, drifted bout tha' Rift's common room, as she waited fer her drink ta be served. It soon settled 'pon tha drow male, an she found herself starin' at him, fer some time. Uh smile creepin' up on her lips, as she slipped inta' past mem'ries. Tha wooden golem clinked tha small shot glass uh whiskey onta tha counter near May. She paid very lil' 'ttention ta it, at all. Her eyes reflectin' tha dim light uh tha fire, oddly. Mem'ries floodin' past her hair shrowded vision. Tha smile lingerin'. Her thoughts: "he...seems ta have tha same kind'uh att'tude as Trist did....sigh...stop this May...it ain't Trist..he ain't comin' back ta ya...he was never even really ya're ta b'gin with woman.." May's semi-glazed over look, came ta be met by tha drow male she was starin' at. He turned his gaze from tha fire's flame, an jus grinned an grinned at May. Raisin' himself from his relaxed p'sition, he stood from his seat, flicked his stark white locks back uh bit, an moved ta uh'proach May, uh coy look in his entrancin' eyes. May blinked out uh her stupor, an uh'bout fell off'uh her chair when she saw tha dark skinned man uh'proachin' her. She panicked, an turned quickly uh'bout on her stool, in tha process, loosin' uh sandal ta tha floorboards below, an spillin tha whiskey shot on ta tha bar, in uh single movement. ~ *The story seems to stop in the middle of one of the pages, and appears to just end, there. Though it is obvious this is not a complete story yet. * [/QUOTE]
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