Peerimus and Yorrick d20+6=23 Wednesday August 24th, 2005 9:15:18 AM
Peerimus listens to the beginings of what would ever remain a point of contention between them. The Anvil Hearts, A small group of insignificant rogues. It is amazing the damage they have caused that will out live us all
The druid over hears Celine [listen 23], but see no reason to unintentionally invade on concerns that are private between the two. Instead he moves and puts a hand on Firngear's shoulder as he leaves the rogues. "There is no need to start that discussion again, our fate pulls us elsewhere like it or not."
To Happy's question of the lower levels, the druid appears to have an answer but holds his tongue. He will speak if need be, he has no desire to be lost in this city's 'Trash' level. Nothing about the thought is remotely pleasant.
Spell list Level 0: Detect magic, Mending x2, Read Magic
Level 1: Pass w/o a Trace, Longstrider, CLW, Produce Flame x2, Jump
Xenia (HP 32/35) Wednesday August 24th, 2005 9:55:27 AM Poor Wynn. Xenia remains behind in the shadows as the bard steps forward to speak with the noble guy from Gold Level. He seems so ... not himself. But, at the same time that his distress tears at her heart, it also makes her love him all the more.
Love is such a weird thing.
Xenia rises from her seat and quietly skirts the edge of the discussion. She makes her way to the only other girl around, the one from the other group, Niobe.
"Um, you know, I'm really sorry. I mean, about yesterday. I mean, I know you said it was no biggie, but, I feel bad about it. Wynn and me ... well, I guess I just get kinda crazy when it comes to Wynn."
"Um ... looks like you're gonna be leaving. I mean, you guys need anything? Food and stuff. We don't have much. And you guys have been so great, giving us magic and donating money to, like, the orphans. If there's anything we can maybe give you guys ... "
Xenia's quiet for a moment. She fidgets something clearly on her mind. Finally, she asks Niobe the question that's been crying to be asked.
"Um, Niobe, uh, do you know, maybe, um, like, where I can get one of those bras that push up your boobies and make them look bigger?"
Belkior Wednesday August 24th, 2005 3:05:57 PM
The halfling cleric listens to what the nobles from Gold Level had to say about their trip down, and then up from Trash Level.
It sounds like the streets are safer but not yet completely free of the plant creatures. And the Floating City is still tilted but, at least, has not tilted closer to the tipping point.
Belkior moves closer to his fellows in the Crimson Shields. "So, the Lady Celine will speak to Firiona about an orhanage. I'm afraid that our children downstairs will not be the only orphans in the city, once the final tally is taken."
"What are we to do in the meantime? How are we to protect the children until the City gets back on an even keel? So to speak, that is." Belkior chuckles a little bit at his jest. "We're going to need to find food and shelter for them until the plant things are driven from the City and shipments can start again."
The interjection from Happy catches his attention. "Florin, do some of the Shields know their way about Trash Level? I mean, if we didn't have to protect the children."
The Rogues (DMiT JohnP) Wednesday August 24th, 2005 3:12:16 PM
The three rogues look up together as Bael Ursidae moves to stand over them. Specialty and Jonas seem to be appraising the noble, both his character and his equipment. Roach sizes him up and immediately decides that challenging him would be a mistake.
Specialty speaks first, before Jonas can. "Are you going to loosen our bonds for the trip, or are we going to have to climb without our hands?" The rogues are still tied tightly, after all the checking and re-checking that they were subjected to.
Jonas' ears seem to perk when he overhears the words of Happy. Addressing Lady Celine, the leader of the Anvil Hearts offers, "My Lady, if I may presume. My companions and I are well acquainted with Trash Level and could serve as guides, if you wish. Consider it as part of our service to the City."
All We Can Do (DM/Al) Wednesday August 24th, 2005 8:08:02 PM
Lorbius listens to the various concerns, needs, and competing interests. His first response is to Jaeden Ohm.
"You will leave with this group when they return whence they came?" He nods. "I do not claim to know in what way you are bound, but my instinct tells me that you are trustworthy. Your sword and wit are welcome."
"Bael, how soon before you could have a contingent of troops to this place?" Lorbius quickly and decisively moves to the next problem at hand.
The stout lord rubs a hand against the stubble that covers his lower jaw. "If the way is mostly clear, and If the troops come from Barracks Level ... half a day. If I have to send the troops down from Gold, then evening at best."
With that, Lorbius turns back to the Crimson Shields. "Will that do? Can you hold out until then? With a contingent of troops you will have runners, and communication with the outside. With communication, you may be able to establish a line of supply. I say, 'May'. There is no telling what shape the rest of the city is in."
"Bael will return up level, taking the prisoners with him. He will send back troops. Until then, you must hold out and protect your young charges."
"We would not leave you were it not imperative that we go. Please, believe me in this."
"My father has spoken of the Crimson Shields." This from Lady Celine. She smiles warmly. "From what he has said, you are well up to the task. Please, take on this burden with the knowledge that in doing so, you safeguard not only the lives of these children, but the stability of the city itself."
"We know as well, of Rosanna of Alder House and her role as protector of the Knot of Drusis." Lorbius standing next to Celine, raises an eyebrow. A thing that he did not know. "She has ever been a conscientious guardian." A thin line of concern divides Lady Celine's creamy brow. "From what we know, the artifact does not control. It was entrusted to Rosanna to keep it from the control of those who would abuse it. If she done you harm through the use of the artifact, then I can only surmise it was due to the influence of the same forces that have sent the Crying Woods against us."
"I am sorry that I can offer no more comfort than that. Please believe me, when I tell you that we would offer more if we could. But even we, with the resources at our command, can only do so much."
"Well, we'd best be moving." Bael says pulling the bound Anvil Hearts to their feet. "The sooner we're off, the sooner we can get troops out and down to this level."
"Believe me," Bael says to Angus, "I can travel much faster alone than with company. Even with these three millstones." He quickly examines the bonds. "And please, don't take me for a fool." This to the Anvil Hearts. " It is a mistake that can be exceptionally fatal. There will be little climbing save up the gentle ramp of the Central Stairs. You're going back to Gaol, and if you play straight by me, I'll fight like a demon for your right to arrive there safe and sound."
"Come. Let us off." With a gentle shove, the lord sends the Anvil Hearts in the direction of the front door. Bael pauses for a moment by Celine.
"With no disrespect Lady Celine, we do what we must." Bael's eyes turn to Lorbius. "And if some must die for the greater good of all, then so be it. I trust you, Cousin, to do what is right. Put the good of House Ursidae before ... before all else, eh?"
There is the metallic song of a shortsword leaving it's sheath. An explosive slap as Lord Bael whacks the flat against the side of his boot. "Let us off!" The stout Lord calls out again, and then he disappears through the front door, herding the Anvil Hearts before him.
Lorbius and Celine watch the Ursidae leave with the three prisoners. There is a silence between them, a weight of duty, a weight of decisions.
"We must leave," Lorbius announces. "Before the day grows older. If this lair will be difficult to find, then we must spend as much of the daylight as we have in search, for night on Trash Level is dark as a cave. Stars do not shine through at night."
"We are ... I am, so terribly sorry to abandon you in this time of need," Lady Celine apologizes to the Crimson Shields. "Take heart in that we have faith in you. And in this time of need for all, we know that you will bear out and shine brightly within the encroaching darkness."
Both Lord and Lady of two noble houses, step to the doorway and look to the Children of Chaos, awaiting their readiness.
[[OoC: Farewells tomorrow, then Friday, Children of Chaos go back to their own board. And please pardon me for posting a few hours earlier than usual. I have a dinner to attend tonight. --Al]]
Angus Wednesday August 24th, 2005 8:21:38 PM
Angus is moved by lady Celine's kind words. "Thank you Lady as you are most kind. I wish you luck on you mission. Just beware of the trash level as it is filled with many an unsavory type, especially for a lady such as your self."
Angus feels confident that the Anvil Hearts are in good hands of Bael and call out to them. "Jonas, Please try to escape. Please."
Florin Jadenth Wednesday August 24th, 2005 9:30:21 PM
)OOC:Your earlier post caught me off guard but it's cool Al.)
Florin takes the potions and oil offered by Peerimus and hands the potions of healing over to Belkior, "here Belkior, I think you would be best to hold on to these as our healer." He gives Belkior and pat on the back to show the healer comment was a compliment, "hmm, this potion should be given to someone without a magical weapon since I already have one."
Florin bows to Peerimus, "I thank you Peerimus and we all no matter what feelings were shared in the past wish you all well and godspeed in your travels."
Sly and Luke Wednesday August 24th, 2005 10:48:54 PM
Sly keeps quiet but he is happy to see the Anvil Hearts go. He knows the type. They are a slippery crew and he could tell they were trying to play one group against the other and somewhat succeeding.
Sly gathers up his equipment checking to see if he weapons are sharp and in proper shape. He says to Luke, "I can't believe you almost knocked down that sweet woman. What were you thinking?"
Luke replies, "I like the way she smells. Now that Lord Lubruis. Something smells funny about him. I can't put my paw on it but watch him closely."
Savin Wednesday August 24th, 2005 10:55:07 PM
Savin will make the rounds of the Crimson Shields and shake their hands. He will make a small speech. "If we are all still alive after the city is put to rights and the Crones haven't whisked us to the Sargrass Plains or something, lets meet here and have a meal and find out how we all survived this time of turmoil. I am sure there will be some interesting stories.
We didn't see each other at our bests but I would like the chance to get to know all of you better. Let us meet under more favorable conditions and I will be glad to make you a feast with some real ingredients."
Savin will move over towards the Lady Celine and say, "I am ready to go."
Wynn Brightsong Wednesday August 24th, 2005 11:37:25 PM
Wynn isn't convinced by Lady Celine's explanation, but says no more about the druid and her artefact. "We will hold this place until reinforcements arrive," he adds.
The bard then retreats to the shadowy corner from which he had emerged. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leans against the slanting wall and watches the Children as they depart.
Lang & Sunshine Wednesday August 24th, 2005 11:59:04 PM
Lang is glad to see the Anvil Hearts leave. Hopefully the large man is able to get them back to jail uneventfully.
Lang agrees with the plan to guard the children until the guardsmen arrive. He says his goodbyes to the Children of Chaos and wishes them luck in all their endeavors.
"Savin, I look forward to that meal."
Lang watches them leave and once again fixes the barricade.
"Florin, what's our game plan on keeping the children safe until help arrives?"
Jaeden Ohm (hp 71/97) d20+8=11 d20+2=18 d20+5=13 d20+6=17 Thursday August 25th, 2005 1:56:18 AM
Jaeden nods in response to the Lords welcome. "If my arrival here is any indication then yes, I'll likely be leaving with them when the time comes."
Turning to Angus, "Know that I haven't made a choice. It seems that fate has it's own plan for me... Perhaps someday our paths will cross again."
And to Xenia, "My thanks for the drink this morning." She too gets a nod from the once again armored Human.
He takes the few steps needed to reach his horse, puts on his gauntlets and with a wave to Happy proceeds outside.
"I'll keep an eye on the street while the rest finish getting ready."
Just outside the Inns doorway he mounts Dalek and keeps watch. [Jaeden spot 11, listen 18 / Dalek spot 13, listen 17]
***** OOC question: Is Jaeden the only CoC with a mount? *****
[Yup. You're the only one. Though not the only one with an Animal Friend. -- Al ]
The Rogues (DMiT JohnP) Thursday August 25th, 2005 10:04:43 AM
The three rogues are pulled to their feet by Bael Lorbius. The noble immediately checks their bonds and begins herding them out of the Ghost.
Hearing Angus' words, Jonas turns and glares at the mage. Jonas looks as if he would speak, but Bael gestures with his shortsword and Jonas thinks better of it. Still, that glare seemed to promise a future encounter.
Belkior Thursday August 25th, 2005 10:12:59 AM
The halfling cleric makes his farewells of the Children of Chaos.
When the mage Peerimus approaches, Belkior will thank him. "I will use the potions as you intended, to keep us fit enough to protect the orphans downstairs."
The small cleric shakes the hand of Savin and replies to the monk, "Go with Alemi. I would like to meet again, under less strained circumstances."
After the parting words, the Healer of Alemi returns to the basement. His companions will look to supplies and security. The Healer's place is here with the injured children, tending to their wounds and fears. Maybe Wynn can come back down and cheer the children with a song.
Belkior bustles about, checking the bandages that he applied the previous day. He has almost completely exhausted the supplies from his kits and will need to resupply ... once the City returns to normal, or as close it gets. Maybe Happy has some old sheets that could be used instead?
Peerimus and Yorrick d20+13=25 d20+17=22 d20+21=28 Thursday August 25th, 2005 11:41:14 AM
Peerimus nods to Lord Loribus, "I believe we are all ready." With that he lays a hand upon Yorrick "Iertuahay" [Casts Greater Magic Fang]
"Florin." The druid clasps his hands together elbows out at chest level and nods. "Thanks is not required. You are a good man Florin and your prayers are welcome. I will ask Mother to keep a watchful eye for you and your charges."
Stepping into the street, he looks about with a keen eye for hidden dangers that may have entered the area. [Spot 25, Know Nature 22, Survival 28]
Spell list Level 0: Detect magic, Mending x2, Read Magic
Level 1: Pass w/o a Trace, Longstrider, CLW, Produce Flame x2, Jump
Active Spells Peerimus and Yorrick: Greater Magic fang duration 10 hours
Firn'gaer Thursday August 25th, 2005 4:19:00 PM
"Yes we are ready." He says. He prepares by casting some "prep" spells before heading out.
He does put down some rations on a table, three days worth. "My magic sustains me." Is all he says.
He does stop and say to the Shields, "I appologize for my behavior. It is unbecoming a member of a Star Mage. I hope that when this is behind us we many have a chance to start new." With that he flies towards the door.
4 -- black tentacles x2, dimension door, polymorph
5 -- empowered fireball, overland flight*, wall of force
* -- Spells Cast
Tionel Thursday August 25th, 2005 4:44:21 PM
Tionel will shake the hand of Savin politely, recognizing it for what it is; a diplomatic way of saying goodbye. After that, Tionel sighs and admits privately, to Syr, "I'm kinda glad to see these guys go. To be honest, most of them get on my nerves. That Druid Peerimus..." he just waves his hands, frustratedly, not wanting to go through that whole thing again. He smiles, looking at Xenia talking to the lady, "At least she's getting over that... What do you think, Syr, of that group in all?"
Niobe Thursday August 25th, 2005 7:41:25 PM
Niobe grins. "Don't worry about it Xenia. I don't hold your reaction towards me against you at all - it's water under the bridge."
At the question of undergarments she replies, "the Catacombs have everything try there. Also you could try the same thing I do. The tailoring of your clothes can work miracles since it will fit your figure better - baggy clothes are only good for working in." (At the "working in" comment Niobe winks at Xenia; surely Xenia has at least a passing familiarity with the lifting lay!)
"I am sorry that we cannot help you escort the orphans somewhere safer but it appears that the nobilty think we have better things to do..."
Finally Niobe addresses both Xenia and Wynn,
"You two take care of each other, and the best of luck to you both."
Niobe hands Xenia 4 CLW potions (to be split as Xenia chooses).
Niobe is ready to leave whenever the rest of the group is ready to leave.
Xenia (HP 32/35) Thursday August 25th, 2005 8:14:40 PM
Xenia sputters her thanks at Niobe's gift of lifesaving potions.
"I'll ... I'll try that. The Catacombs. Thanks, Niobe. Thank you." Xenia waves as the other group leaves.
"Good luck."
"We'll be here."
"Bye ... "
When the others have left, Xenia returns to Wynn's side. In her hands she clutches the four vials.
"She was pretty," the rogue says as though to no one in particular.
"And she had pretty good taste too."
"She liked you."
"And she said we should take care of each other." Xenia fidgets a bit. As though for lack of anything else, she holds one of the vials out to the bard. "I think she was right."
"I'm here. If you need me."
"Maybe we oughta close the door back up."
Separate Ways (DM/Al) Thursday August 25th, 2005 8:21:07 PM
"May the Gods watch over you," Lady Celine raises a hand in farewell. A staunch look of approval in the eyes of Lord Lorbius is his only goodbye. The pair turn and exit through the battered doorway.
The Children of Chaos and the Crimson Shields say their goodbye's. Times have been hard. Things have been rocky and stressful, and the few hours that the two groups have shared have been less than cordial. And yet, as they part, some express the hope that things might be different. Time providing, the two groups, the Crimson Shields and the Children of Chaos will meet again under skies more blue.
The Crimson Shields settle in to care for the orphans, and to see to the defense of the Giggling Ghost.
The Children of Chaos make their way down Dagger Point, back toward the intersection at Crook Street with the Central Stairs just to the south. The street, littered with the rubble of crushed and tumbled buildings, is clear. Nothing moves. Jaeden and Dalek hear nothing. Wait! The distant sound of collapsing masonry. A weakness in some far structure? Or does something still rove the silent streets? Peerimus takes in the rose vines, so ubiquitous now that one fails, almost, to register their presence. His knowledge of such things tells him that the budding vines are as healthy as they were the day before.
Such is the morning of the day on which the two groups part. Quiet, with little to tell what might lie in store for anyone.
[OoC: And so the Children of Chaos leave the Crimson Shields board. If time provides later, some of them might be back as promised. For now, however, Kids of Kaos, please begin posting on your regular board. There is a DM post waiting for you there.
Crimson Shields, it has been a pleasure. But, then again, I have the pleasure of playing with you every day. Tomorrow, I will return control of our game to DM George. And may Domi have Mercy on Our Souls. --Al ]
Florin Jadenth Friday August 26th, 2005 1:44:46 AM
Florin stretches abit now that everyone has left and he looks to everyone as he thinks and nods, "Well, lets see to this place real quick first. The door can be boarded up again for the moment. Happy I don't like those stairs right now, we do not need a possible fight on two fronts if something comes along. Any ideas on how to keep it covered with something? Happy, if we moved dressers and such out of the rooms to block the hallway would you mind?"
Florin looks to the group also, thinking over the abilities and skills of each person before nodding, "Ok, most of us are front row fighters here so to keep it simple I would say our magic users should be covering the stairs and all fighters should be watchful of any monsters if we get attacked and be ready to fall back to aid them."
Florin moves over and pats angus and Tionel both on the arm, knowing how these two actually prefer little manual labor and smiles, "Friends I need a favor of you two, while me, Lang and Syr see to the dressers or blocking those stairs or hallways some how, how about you two look in on the kids and make sure everyone is doing okay. Cheer them up and let them know that help should be coming soon."
Florin also goes rigid as a thought hits him, "Ohh by Domi's hammer....Belkior, the kids....did you check the kids for any sign of that plant infection...you know, the plant in the brain? We have no idea if any of those creatures could of possibly spread it and I don't think any of us want walking green kids." Florin is clearly being cautious of this matter, killing plant infected kids is a horrible thought and summons even worse images.
Angus 24/25 HP d20+8=24 Friday August 26th, 2005 8:52:02 AM
Angus breaths a big sigh of relief as he inwardly argrees with Tionel. THe Chaos people are a powerful and arrogant group but also generous. It would be better to meet them again under different circumstances.
Angus looks around the battered Inn and announces "I guess we wait for the guard to come." Thinking of the Chaos peoples generousity. "I think Belkior should hold most of the healing potions, but we should pass some around to those that can administer to the fighters, like me, Tionel, and Xenia. No need to keep all of our eggs in one basket."
Angus finds a nice spot to sit down and rest and watch everyone clean the GG. Angus pulls out his flute and begins to play again (perform 24). Hopefully the kids will come up at the sound of the music.
Belkior Friday August 26th, 2005 10:40:43 AM
The halfling cleric listens to Florin's question about checking for infection. "No, Florin, I did not check the children for infection. Of course, we didn't see any of the green-tinged people that spread the infection yesterday, did we. Still, I will get on that right after I check each member of the Shields. Starting with you, Florin."
Belkior starts humming to himself as he prepares to perform the examinations. Whatever else is happening, providing medical care and healing is something that the halfling Healer of Alemi is happy to do. It centres him, letting him concentrate on simple, concrete matters that he can control.
(DM Info - Belkior has a +18 for Heal checks, so taking 10 or 20 should be sufficient for any diagnosis checks.)
As he works, Belkior will keep speaking to his patients. Partly trying to cheer people up, but mostly to determine how they are withstanding the strain.
"Florin, take it easy for the next while until you get used to the new body. It's taller and probably not as stable as your former body."
"Wynn, have you noticed any dryness or discomfort with your new form? I've never treated a water-breather before, so I have no idea if this will make you more or less susceptible to poisons or disease."
"Xenia, I happened to overhear your conversation with the woman from the Children. Why would you want to be bigger, up there? Wouldn't it upset your balance? And give you back pain? Maybe you should just purchase a shirt with a permanent illusion. For a little extra, you can get one that stands up to touch as well as sight."
"Angus, have you ever spoken to anyone about the anger you have for the Anvil Hearts? It's not healthy to keep it bottled up inside. And, maybe, you've made Jonas really dislike you, so keep an eye out after this is all over."
"Lang ... does it tickle when I do this? I've noticed increased sensitivity on my legs, since the change."
"Sunshine, how are you? No, no, no ... don't sniff me like that."
"Syr ... can you hear me? Are you still lost in thought?"
"Tionel ... umm, can I ask something? How would you suggest I keep the fur on my legs clean? I've noticed that I get lint and other things in it, not to mention what happened when I sat on some jam or something? I mean, you know about how animals keep themselves clean, right?"
"Happy ... I won't ask, you've probably gotten tired of that question. How long do you think your foodstores will hold out?"
Xenia (HP 35/35) d8+1=8 Friday August 26th, 2005 3:50:37 PM
Xenia gives Belkior a look that says, like, sssssssshhhh ... tell everybody will ya.
She gets down close to the halfling and whispers. "I don't reeeeeaaaallllly want bigger boobies, you know." With everyone working, the rogue eyes the furniture and the stairs, looking at what they would need to do in order to block the access up there.
"But I was thinking," she continues to the Belkior, "how guys, you know, like the cleavage-look. I buy an outfit with some neck-line. And, well, you know, sump'in for support underneath too. It's more ... well ... more shapely, huh? Kinda sexy."
For some reason it's just easier to talk about these kinds of things with halfings. One of the small mysteries of life.
"Hey, Florin! You really think it's a good idea to close off the second floor? I mean, that's our only lookout right now. We could maybe board up all the windows 'cept for one. How's that, huh?"
"Anyway, I'm gonna try that," the rogue continues her conversation with Belkior. With a thumb, she pushes the stopper off the top of one of Niobe's potions. Her eyes flit to Wynn for the briefest of moments before drinking down the almond tasting stuff. The look says a lot. "I mean, hey, I gotta do something, you know."
Rolls and Actions CLW Heal Xenia 8hp
Wynn d20+6=21 d20+6=11 Saturday August 27th, 2005 11:45:46 PM
Wynn watches from the shadows as the various adventurers and nobles leave the giggling ghost. Reluctantly he submits to Belkior's examination but pulls away when the cleric tries to examine his gills. "I'm fine" he tells the halfling in a flat voice.
Uncomfortable with all of the attention, the bard retreats to the basement to assist Angus with the children. He will minister to the wounded [Heal=21]and try to comfort any of the more frightened children, however, he is unable to completely hide the darkness and inner turmoil that has crept over him [Diplomacy=11]. Wynn tries a song but cannot find a very cheerful one.
Keep your eyes open and prick up your ears- Rehearse your loudest cry There's folks out there who would do you harm So I'll sing you no lullaby There's a lock on the window, there's a chain on the door; a big dog in the hall But there's dragons and beasties out there in the night to snatch you if you fall.
So come out fighting with your rattle in hand Thrust and parry. Light a match to catch the devil's eye,. Bring a cross of fire to the fight.
And let no sleep bring false relief from the tension of the fray. Come wake the dead with the scream of life. Do battle with ghosts at play.
Tionel Sunday August 28th, 2005 4:44:17 AM
The thin elf smiles, always glad to help the orphans. "Okay, Florin." He starts grabbing more blankets and such. The safest place may be in the basement, but that doesn't mean that they can't go about replacing the sheets and such. "What a wonderful coincidence you asked me that question, Belkior. Let me tell you, most animals don't remove stains through such simple ways, but humans and elves have discovered wonderful ways of removing those hideous things. Here, just take off your coat, now, you need a washing bucket and you take a bit of this powder, you put it on there. It's a certain elven extract of oil, guaranteed to remove the most difficult part, and you follow that up with a bit of lard if necessary, and thoroughly rub with water..." Tionel keeps on blathering, for about a half hour, on the wonderful merits of medieval laundering. But he can't help but hear Belkior's conversation with Xenia. He chuckles and draws the girl aside afterwards. "In my opinion, what you need isn't more up here, Xenia. Your elven side makes you willowy, slim, and skinny; most humans that you may seek to emulate will quickly age and get fattier in those certain areas that you seem intent on amplifying. That's why most elven maidens prefer a look that is slender and graceful. You must be less the plump, cheerful, bosomy barmaid, and more the elegant, sweeping, forest nymph." He proceeds to give her some fashion tips, like accentuating her elvish eyes with some paint up there and a slight trimming of the eyebrow. Or, to add alure to her ears, maybe some nice slim silver earrings, small indents instead of heavy hanging ones, and for her forehead a slim circlet to pull her hair back... As to the rest of her body, he immediately decides that her current gear is entirely inappropriate. "You simply must see this curious little one named Tinsheeanshibutt...The best at making silk fabrics and clothes in all the city."
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