(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VII
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Patlin
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After things have quieted down a bit, Ironwolf heads back downstairs. He has taken the time to wash up, and appears refreshed. It occurs to some of thos present that he may be younger than they originally thought. Nodding to those still assembled, he strikes up a conversation with Joe asking about local practitioners of the mystic art who might be able to enchant an item with a continual flame for a decent price.
Jennileerose
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Rosalynn smiled and too a small bow. "That was The Snow Fairy March." She replied.
She sipped her drink and sat down for a moment. She placed her flute in her lap and looked around the room..thinking of a song to sing later...
She sipped her drink and sat down for a moment. She placed her flute in her lap and looked around the room..thinking of a song to sing later...
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[Sunny Perriwinkel speaks to Rosalynn]
"Snow Fairy march? Eh, what's that? Is there snow in March? Around where you live? There sure is in the village I grew up in, they used to call late frosts 'The Witch's Dying Breath,' you know, the sort of thing that chills and kills early-blooming Cherry trees. My neighbor, who owned an orchard, just watched and wept. But what can you do? Pile counterpanes upon the branches? Burn fires in the fields, chopping limbs off the trees whose fruit you are trying to save? Counter-productive, to say the least. Perhaps herd cattle in the midst of the close-growing trees, hoping that their rising heat will be enough to stave off the Witch's Breath for one evening, and after that who knows? It might warm to seventy again, the weather being whimsical, the weather following no strict rules; it spurns regulations, as it were, keeps no honest hours, fails to fill in forms on time, in duplicate or triplicate, and utterly disregards posted notices of all sorts. A farmer's friend -- a farmer's enemy. Capable of burgeoning a harvest to barn-bursting capacity, or shrivelling it to naught following a ferocious drought. Poor farmers, and to extend my sympathies: I pity all of those in the thrall of something greater than what they are, or can control. Buffeted by the cyclonic winds of hurricaines, tornadoes, and heat-blasting scirocco's ; not to mention the nerve-wracking still of a dead calm, which inevitably lasts much longer than suspected..."
[Sunny muses, half to himself, half to Rosalynn]
"Snow Fairy march? Eh, what's that? Is there snow in March? Around where you live? There sure is in the village I grew up in, they used to call late frosts 'The Witch's Dying Breath,' you know, the sort of thing that chills and kills early-blooming Cherry trees. My neighbor, who owned an orchard, just watched and wept. But what can you do? Pile counterpanes upon the branches? Burn fires in the fields, chopping limbs off the trees whose fruit you are trying to save? Counter-productive, to say the least. Perhaps herd cattle in the midst of the close-growing trees, hoping that their rising heat will be enough to stave off the Witch's Breath for one evening, and after that who knows? It might warm to seventy again, the weather being whimsical, the weather following no strict rules; it spurns regulations, as it were, keeps no honest hours, fails to fill in forms on time, in duplicate or triplicate, and utterly disregards posted notices of all sorts. A farmer's friend -- a farmer's enemy. Capable of burgeoning a harvest to barn-bursting capacity, or shrivelling it to naught following a ferocious drought. Poor farmers, and to extend my sympathies: I pity all of those in the thrall of something greater than what they are, or can control. Buffeted by the cyclonic winds of hurricaines, tornadoes, and heat-blasting scirocco's ; not to mention the nerve-wracking still of a dead calm, which inevitably lasts much longer than suspected..."
[Sunny muses, half to himself, half to Rosalynn]
Rystil Arden
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"This snow you two speak of," Lasair ponders, "Will we see any soon? I have heard stories like yours, but I frankly do not quite believe them to be possible..."
Patlin
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Ironwolf temporarilly takes his leave.
"See you all soon. I've decided to hire out the enchantment. It'll near bankrupt me, but compared to being dead in the dark with a full purse, being broke isn't so bad. Besides, some work ought to show up soon, right?"
With a smile, he heads out into Orussus.
"See you all soon. I've decided to hire out the enchantment. It'll near bankrupt me, but compared to being dead in the dark with a full purse, being broke isn't so bad. Besides, some work ought to show up soon, right?"
With a smile, he heads out into Orussus.
LogicsFate
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As the young wizard enter's the Red Dragon, the last rays of light from the sun cause a flash of vibrant color to trace her cloak.
In contrast to the display, the wizard walk unsurely into the tavern "I-I am Elise" she says nervously to anyone that might be listening. She stands there for a moment taking in the entire tavern.
In contrast to the display, the wizard walk unsurely into the tavern "I-I am Elise" she says nervously to anyone that might be listening. She stands there for a moment taking in the entire tavern.
Rystil Arden
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"Why hello there," Lasair says, glad to see a third woman to keep her company, "I am Lasair, and your Zivaash shows great personal power--Are you a Wizard too? That's so neat! I've always been impressed by the power that arcanists wield, but you would be the first female Wizard I have met--I was afraid they were all men or something!"
LogicsFate
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Elise feels all tension drain away at such a warm welcome. "Yes sir! I am a wizard"
"Really?!? There's no female wizards around here?"
"Well, I know it is male dominated but..." Elise ponders to herself
"you mentioned my Zivaash, please excuse my ignorance, but what is that?"
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Rystil Arden
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"Excuse me," Lasair is puzzled, "Is it customary in these lands to call a girl 'Sir?' I've been trying to pick up the patterns by memorising them when people use them several times, and they seem to usually call men 'Sir' and not women, but perhaps it is wizards who call either men or women 'Sir' or am I just confused?"
"As for the Zivaash, it is something of an eddying astral current that flows through the minds and souls of the collective world at once...Not much compared to the power that I have seen wielded by the mighty wizards of this land, but at least it is something small that I have--my blessing and my curse."
"As for the Zivaash, it is something of an eddying astral current that flows through the minds and souls of the collective world at once...Not much compared to the power that I have seen wielded by the mighty wizards of this land, but at least it is something small that I have--my blessing and my curse."
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