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<blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1229748" data-attributes="member: 8222"><p>Valendir runs after the Elf maid, who, truth be known, is making an astounding time through the crowd . as if she had been doing this alll her life.</p><p>After three or four minutes, Valendir finally has to concede that he has indeed lost her, and his way among th Labyrinthine streets of the City of Clocks. Everywhere are strange and odd shops, sellers of foods hawking their wares, peddlers and colorfull-attired Gnomish Pages. Suddenly, a massive form looms before valendir, standing some twelve feet tall. A Golem, or something like one is barrelling down right on top of him, as if he were not there,blades awirl along the street,pulsing lights flashing, dazing the Elf.</p><p>Something hits him from the side, knocking him into a pile of crates,sprawled,sitting onhis bottom.</p><p>It is the Elf Maid, grinning at Valendir. <span style="color: orange">'What's your damage,handsome, haven't you ever seen a <em>Sweeper-Golem</em> before? It almost made mulch of you. No, you haven't...I'm sorry, they are servants, they clean up the place,trash and such. Look, do you want to have a coffe or something? I delivered my Soup to the gruff old Dwarf and I have half an hour before I need to get back to work.'</span></p><p>The Elfess stood there, offering a helping ahnd up, giving Valendir a very advantageous view of her long,lean legs and slight, if well-muscled physique.<span style="color: orange">'Oh, I am sorry, I am Cerri, and your name is...?'</span></p><p></p><p></p><p>**********************************************************</p><p></p><p>Damien stands agape, wondering at the marelous,if maddening place, watching the Gnomes run pell-mell everywhere. In fact, they were everywhere. The building were crawling with them, like Ants, it seemed. Gnomes cleaning, Gnomes tinkering, Gnomes adjusting. Nearly every tower, every business had at least one Clock, some several, and each seemed to have a Gnome doing something with it.</p><p>Damien noticed a man staring at him. He had pale silver skin and a scaly face, as well as small horns and a ride upon his head. He was another Half-Dragon..The <em>Silver</em> was dressed in green and yellow robes with the Symbol of the Shielder, a Priest it would seem. He bore a spear and large shield , though both were slung upon his back. With a smile he nodded politely and then turned, making his way slowly through the crowd towards what appeared to be a Marketplace.</p><p></p><p></p><p>********************************************************</p><p></p><p>Jason pats his midge, the little Construct sticking out it's tongue, then mimicking Jason as he lit up one of the <em>Cubans</em>. Ahhh, what an aroma, the taste, exquisite. Taklinn walked up and smiled, saying <span style="color: lime">'I don know how things are whwere ye come from, Jason, but where I come from we likes a good drink with our smoke...'</span> Taklin produces a bottle of the Jameson's Whiskey that he had found so many days back, it seemed, as well as two small glasses from his satchel.He looked hopeful regarding getting to try one of the Cubans.</p><p></p><p></p><p>********************************************************</p><p></p><p></p><p>Kaz's befuddlement lasts only a moment, as the Kender's eyes alight upon the oddest contraption that he had seen in many a day.</p><p></p><p>A great creaking and whistling machine was wending it's way through the streets, many pipes and levers in evidence. Three Gnomes in orange hose and grey jackets were furiously working the various switches and levers, as well as another one that steered the great <em>Thing</em>, it being carried upon four massive wheels. The means of power remained a mystery, but it's purpose became clear...it was a restaurant. The odd thing was, it didn't stop for it's customers.</p><p>Folk would jog along, hands fumbling in theirs pockets for coin, while a Gnomeinside would dispense some sort of food wrapped in bright yellow or blue paper. The customers seemed to enjoy the whole thing, like some mad game.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Uriel, post: 1229748, member: 8222"] Valendir runs after the Elf maid, who, truth be known, is making an astounding time through the crowd . as if she had been doing this alll her life. After three or four minutes, Valendir finally has to concede that he has indeed lost her, and his way among th Labyrinthine streets of the City of Clocks. Everywhere are strange and odd shops, sellers of foods hawking their wares, peddlers and colorfull-attired Gnomish Pages. Suddenly, a massive form looms before valendir, standing some twelve feet tall. A Golem, or something like one is barrelling down right on top of him, as if he were not there,blades awirl along the street,pulsing lights flashing, dazing the Elf. Something hits him from the side, knocking him into a pile of crates,sprawled,sitting onhis bottom. It is the Elf Maid, grinning at Valendir. [COLOR=orange]'What's your damage,handsome, haven't you ever seen a [I]Sweeper-Golem[/I] before? It almost made mulch of you. No, you haven't...I'm sorry, they are servants, they clean up the place,trash and such. Look, do you want to have a coffe or something? I delivered my Soup to the gruff old Dwarf and I have half an hour before I need to get back to work.'[/COLOR] The Elfess stood there, offering a helping ahnd up, giving Valendir a very advantageous view of her long,lean legs and slight, if well-muscled physique.[COLOR=orange]'Oh, I am sorry, I am Cerri, and your name is...?'[/COLOR] ********************************************************** Damien stands agape, wondering at the marelous,if maddening place, watching the Gnomes run pell-mell everywhere. In fact, they were everywhere. The building were crawling with them, like Ants, it seemed. Gnomes cleaning, Gnomes tinkering, Gnomes adjusting. Nearly every tower, every business had at least one Clock, some several, and each seemed to have a Gnome doing something with it. Damien noticed a man staring at him. He had pale silver skin and a scaly face, as well as small horns and a ride upon his head. He was another Half-Dragon..The [I]Silver[/I] was dressed in green and yellow robes with the Symbol of the Shielder, a Priest it would seem. He bore a spear and large shield , though both were slung upon his back. With a smile he nodded politely and then turned, making his way slowly through the crowd towards what appeared to be a Marketplace. ******************************************************** Jason pats his midge, the little Construct sticking out it's tongue, then mimicking Jason as he lit up one of the [I]Cubans[/I]. Ahhh, what an aroma, the taste, exquisite. Taklinn walked up and smiled, saying [COLOR=lime]'I don know how things are whwere ye come from, Jason, but where I come from we likes a good drink with our smoke...'[/COLOR] Taklin produces a bottle of the Jameson's Whiskey that he had found so many days back, it seemed, as well as two small glasses from his satchel.He looked hopeful regarding getting to try one of the Cubans. ******************************************************** Kaz's befuddlement lasts only a moment, as the Kender's eyes alight upon the oddest contraption that he had seen in many a day. A great creaking and whistling machine was wending it's way through the streets, many pipes and levers in evidence. Three Gnomes in orange hose and grey jackets were furiously working the various switches and levers, as well as another one that steered the great [I]Thing[/I], it being carried upon four massive wheels. The means of power remained a mystery, but it's purpose became clear...it was a restaurant. The odd thing was, it didn't stop for it's customers. Folk would jog along, hands fumbling in theirs pockets for coin, while a Gnomeinside would dispense some sort of food wrapped in bright yellow or blue paper. The customers seemed to enjoy the whole thing, like some mad game. [/QUOTE]
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