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> Mists of Areinor, the first storm

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post #1, отправлено 14-02-2006, 18:03


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Once upon a time in this world, lost in the depth of our memories, a lord was crossing strange lands in search of adventures. He was lucky to find one – there was a quarrel between the town mayors and villagers, which he managed to settle by fair judgement. The people were so happy and grateful that offered this lord the title of a king and all the lands around. And the whole realm lived happily ever after…

Thus the legends say. We won't deny minstrels' words, but we can tell what we know for sure.
In the hot summer of the year 361 in the local reckoning rumours began to spread across the country. The king's subjects blamed their suzerain, even nature seemed to protest, hardly resisting the heat. Farmers waited for the coming autumn in fear, expecting the harvest to be as small as never. But that was usual for those people, hoping for the best and expecting the worst. The strange thing was that King Robert do Rei left Areinor – the capital town where his Rosa residence was situated – together with his closest counsellor, and then returned, followed by a silent group of people, who settled in the Rosa. The king then withdrew from social affairs and was rarely seen at feasts, nothing to say about those petitioners who sought in vain to have an audience with him. And the rumour was that those "lucky" ones who had been eventually admitted to the grand halls of Rosa never returned, or became silent and thoughtful with mad fire burning in their eyes. Those didn't live long either.

The king's guards walked the streets watching merchants in their shops, citizens hurrying at work and children playing in small front gardens. All suspicious people were taken to prison or fined. The tension grew every day, intensified by hot weather and no rainy clouds in sight…

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Master Group (=DM) - Daelinn, Crystal, don Alesandro.

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John do Rei - young prince, aged 15. He grew as a very happy boy. But at the age of 12 awfull fever put him to bed. He was ill for two months. His parents were very frightened, best healers from all the regions couldn't help John. Everybody was sure, that he wouldn't reach his 13th birthday. But he survived thanks to Luana Britt. John had nearly overcome the disease, but it left a trace on his costitution. Healthy, strong boy turned into a weak, ailing creature. He lived in his apartments, rarely leavin them and never - the castle. John spent much time in the library, reading books and talking with an old librarian. - Olorin

His honor, lord Kessertin of Keran - king's counsellor. Medium height, thin, with correct features, light brown hair up to shoulders, and brown eyes. He is usually dressed in modest robe to toe. Lord Keran has a strange ability to go completely silently on any surface. He is extremely polite; no one ever heard lord Keran raise his voice. However it does not prevent him, more likely on the contrary. Unique weakness of his lordship is ornaments, his fingers are covered with rings, in hair he carries a silver hoop, and the twisted gold circuit chain on his breast. - don Alesandro

Luana Britt, usually named Lune - royal healer, aged 27. Lune wanted to be a healer from the very young age. The girl grew into a lovely, tall and slim woman with dark long hair till the waist. She had wonderful and strange brown eyes. When the cruel time came and the son of do Rei fell terribly ill, she helped to the reigning family. The boy escaped from the cold arms of Death. The king was thankful and made Lune his family's healer. - Daelinn

Gitana - circus dancer. Very small and slightly built, she has olive-dark skin and brown gazelle eyes. She is over twenty, but looks more like a child. Her long painted skirt flutters when she is walking barefooted and with her hair let down. - Ri

Litar - young hunter, who provides king's kitchen with meat. He's about eighteen years old, with bronze skin, long brown hairs and attentive blue eyes. Rather tall, he mooves very quiet, so hunter's success never leave him. Leather clothes is most preferable to him. Litar lost his parents when he was a child, so he is closed in himself and very independent. - Crystal

Seril - a lady with good looks, dark hair and attentive eyes, which sometimes make people shiver. She is rather pleasant when you come to know her better, but enemies say she's a witch and dangerous to deal with. These allegations have made her cautious and reserved, never talking much to strangers, leading quiet life in the outskirts of the town. There she spins wool, gathers herbs, makes mixtures and sings softly in the evenings. Dressed in a woollen gown, Seril is usually seen in the streets at dusk and at dawn, often carrying a small bag or two. That has been her habit since she came to live here. Some say, her parents have sent her away, others keep telling tales about her family in whisper. - Daelinn

Almir Veon – a very mysterious incidental character. Has black cloak, large hat, enchanting voice and peculiar accent. The cloak hides dark robes with a silvery sign at the chest. The elderly age is also well hidden under the hood. – Daelinn

Edwin Clanter - antiques merchant, aged about 30. He is quite tall (185 cm), has short brown hair. No beard or moustache. His eyes are green. He usually wears plain clothes of dark colours. He is always polite and greetful. Nevertheless, his real thoughts and emotions are always hidden. He started his "career" when he was fifteen years old as an assistant in a bookshop. Now his company is one of the most respectable and successful. - Olorin

Eugene Greenstone - mercenary. A young man of over-than-middle height, wearing classical mercenary garb. A simple helmet without a visor, many times cut and repaired suit of chain mail, a shield of oval shape, hanging on the back, a sword in a worn scabbard. Neither really well off nor obviously run down – one of many men-at-arms, traveling from state to state in search of fame and fortune. - Parkan

Ganlen of Areinor - former courtier, 40 years old, though looks much younger because cares after himself. But long night discussions with plentiful libation made him little fatty. Has dark waved hair to shoulders. His garments are crimson with gold insets. Lost his position of minister of finance 3 years ago with help of king’s councilor. Lives near castle gates in mansion with servants. - Korei

Diego de Quarta - merchant, aged 34. Nothing special in outlook. Calm face with smooth patterns, wrinkled, bears few scars – as a reminder of quite stormy childhood. In clothes he prefers to stick to the fashion, though h’s not used to spend too much money on that. Character: Tricky and sneaky bastard from one side; harsh and hard as a brick from another. A real man who fought for every sinlge coin in his wallet. An ex-paesant, Diego knows the bitter taste of life. He knows the price of true friendship and never (nearly never) betrays his friends. - NecroPehota


Other inhabitants of the capital town Areinor, villagers, travellers - send PM if you want to join.


Please post your quentas and suggestions in the discussion topic.
Discussion here.

Сообщение отредактировал Daelinn - 4-05-2007, 14:05


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post #2, отправлено 19-02-2006, 8:24


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In the night sky the full moon shined with changeable light famous city Areinor, peacefully sleeping in summer night of 361.

The black carriage without the arms, has left the Western gate of Areinor and was rushed on night road to the nearest forest. Оn a coach box of a carriage sat the driver, covered in a dark raincoat, he unmercifully hurrying up horses. After some minutes the carriage has driven in a wood. It seemed very strange, the carriage which should lift a heap of a dust and noise, was practically silently moved on a forest road. At last, the carriage has stopped on a small forest glade, the door of the carriage has opened, and the person in a simple violet robe to toe, has got out from carriage. A rich belt with massive buckle flashed in a moonlight.

"Please, wait for me here," the passenger of the carriage silently spoke.
"Yesss," driver nodded in the answer and leaned back on a coach box.
The person in violet robe, has turned a back to the carriage and has moved in a forest …

Сообщение отредактировал Daelinn - 26-02-2006, 17:35


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9 quid est quod fuit ipsum quod futurum est quid est quod factum est ipsum quod fiendum est
10 nihil sub sole novum nec valet quisquam dicere ecce hoc recens est iam enim praecessit in saeculis quae fuerunt ante nos
11 non est priorum memoria sed nec eorum quidem quae postea futura sunt erit recordatio apud eos qui futuri sunt in novissimo.
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post #3, отправлено 21-02-2006, 11:33


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Today Litar stayed in the forest for much longer than in usual. Strangly, but all day long he could not find any traces of animals. So, in attempt to find some wild fowls or, perhaps, a deer, he walked deep in the forest. At last, good luck shines on Litar, so evening finded him going home with a couple of black grouses in his bag – young hunter was in need to march a long way by foot. When nigt fell on the trees and the moon arisen in the sky lot of frightening shadows filled the forest. Tree leaves wispered somethind on the light wind and sometimes it was possible to hear screames of night animal hunters or their preys.
Weariness and hunger have started to talk about themselves whith loud voices, so Litar started to think about a halt. To put a fire, to eat and to rest for some times – it seemed be very nice. Perhaps, to stay for the night… But, no – it woul be better to continue his way back home. He didn’t plan to delay here for so long.
With such thoughts Litar walked slowly, looking for a place to stay, when some strange noise in a distanse ahead has atracted his attention. It seemed that someone was speaking. But who might it be here, in the night forest? Mooving quietly and carefuly, Litar has been passing forward.


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A lady was walking down the path leading from the woods to a lonely house near the town wall. Her brown gown made her almost invisible among the evening shadows. The young woman, known as Seril, lived in the outskirts of Areinor, because people's prejudices and superstitions wouldn't let her lead a quiet life within the walls, in the city itself. Seril didn't mind. Her old house, painted dark-green, was quite small, but there was enough space for its only inhabitant. Sometimes people came to her asking for treatment, yet they rarely stayed for more than two days. Bad rumours spread over Areinor kept men and women in fear, and children made bets on "who dares come closest to the witch's lair".
The woman was actually strange and could frighten anybody with an acute look of her dark eyes, chestnut hair fluttering in the wind. Fortunately, there was not a soul on the road and nothing disturbed the silence except the sound of the long gown rustling softly around her ankles. Thus she was almost run over by a coach that appeared suddenly before her eyes and passed her noiselessly. Seril startled, turned around clutching woollen skirts in hands and watched as the equipage disappeared in the distance. Then she continued her walk with dark thoughts brooding in her mind.
Once at home, Seril unpacked a small case, took out three candles with sweet aroma and lit them. Then drank half-glass of cold water and sat at the spinning-wheel, humming a sad tune.


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post #5, отправлено 26-02-2006, 14:07


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Lune left the castle as she always did in the evening. But tonight it was because of something special...
Every evening the city waited for her. The brilliant healer. The kind person. And all poor people and peasants gathered in one of the small squares of Areinor to get a piece of kindness and medicins. It was something like ritual - crowds of people stepped away when a young beautiful woman with shining eyes was walking to the very centre of their meeting.
Not today, - told Lune to herself. Young prince needed some more drugs which the woman hadn't got. And there was the only way she could get them in a short period of time. A lady called Seril gathered herbs every day...
"I hope she has the one I need. A rare, precious herb - su'uhr, which helps the sick to become stronger and strenthen their immune system." Lune gave the boy this herb and it really helped but the precious plant was over. The woman tried not to think about the circumstances. She was slowly walking to the suburbs, hoping and praying.


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post #6, отправлено 26-02-2006, 15:06


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A big black cloud covered the moon. And darkness fell upon the wood near the famous city of Areinor.
From the side it could seem that someone had kindled a fire in a wood. But the light which made its way through the trees was not warm. On the contrary, it seemed to spread cold.
If someone were near to that glade, a very interesting show would open to his eyes between the trees.
In the center of the glade there was a royal councilor, well-known lord Kessertin of Keran, and before him was a whirlwind of blue flame casting that cold light, and from this whirl a sibilant voice was speaking.
"What news, Kessertin?" Real frost was in that voice.
"All goes according to my plan."
"To our plan!"
"Certainly."
"What about…" The whirlwind trembled.
"Everything is all right. Soon, very soon we shall reach our goal."
"Hurry up! Dance of stars has already begun! We feel how starts..." Once again the rest of the phrase was swallowed up by the trembling of the whirlwind.
"I remember… I feel it too…"
"Don't waste your time! These games with the king and his offspring can frustrate our plans!"
"Help, rather! His Majesty has already shown huge loyalty to our… plans and even helped us to take hold of the key…"
"The main aim is to get…" a strange noise was heard from the whirlwind, "...from the treasury!"
"Do not worry… I remember it… There is time for everything… The stars should assume the necessary position and then we shall find it…"

Suddenly, lord Keran turned his head and peered closely into the wood surrounding him…

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9 quid est quod fuit ipsum quod futurum est quid est quod factum est ipsum quod fiendum est
10 nihil sub sole novum nec valet quisquam dicere ecce hoc recens est iam enim praecessit in saeculis quae fuerunt ante nos
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Not a rustle made Litar on his silent way. With a mess of fear and curiosity he looked on a cold light wich was twinkled between trees. What might it be? May be restless souls are there? Or evil magic of some kind?
Young hunter covered with shivers from such thoughts, but he did not stop or turn back. Soon a strange view opened to his eyes: a figure af a man standing befor magic whirl.
"Don't waste your time! These games with the king and his offspring can frustrate our plans!"
"Help, rather! His Majesty has already shown huge loyalty to our… plans and even helped us to take hold of the key…" – was speaking a man who’s voice seemed familiar to Litar.
What are they talking about?? What plans?
Youth could not understand what was happening, but it was clear that by a chance he became a witness of some ominous conspiracy. And he heard every word of this strange dialog.
Suddenly, man on the glade turned his head, staring, seemed to be, right on Litar. It was not possible to trace that someone hiding among the trees and it could be just a fortuity, but Litar scared. On a man, talking to the whirl, he recognized lord Keran, king’s councilor. It was too much for a simple hunter, so, trying to be quiet as possible, Litar ran.


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post #8, отправлено 1-03-2006, 19:44


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Truth or fairytale...

© Blackmore's night

The wheel was turning round, spinning a thin thread. She couldn't go to sleep - something was troubling her mind. Yet she had got accustomed to this feeling which first appeared about a month ago. Seril saw strange things, just like this carriage moving silently towards the forest. Most rumours were somewhat connected with lord Kessertin, who payed more and more attention to ordinary citizens. Or perhaps it was just people's imagination?

A slight knock at the door distracted her from such unhappy thoughts. Seril rose and thrust the door open - dark eyes of a young lady, appearing a bit worried, looked at the woman. Seril recognized the royal healer.

"What has brought you here in the dark night?" the woman asked.

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post #9, отправлено 4-03-2006, 20:24


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Lune couldn't help trembling - not because of cold night, but because of Seril's intent look.
"Good evening" answered the woman, trying not to worry. "I am the king's healer, Luana Britt. I've come for help". Lune expected the woman lo let her into the house, but Seril wasn't hurring to do that. Lune continued. "As you probably know, the king's son, John do Rei, is very ill. And my medicine is over. I've come here in hope, that you have a herb, called su'uhr. i've heard so much about you and decided that maybe..."
Lune stopped speaking and the phrase was left unended. The woman felt clearly that something terrible was going to happen. But what?..

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Upon hearing Luana's words, Seril clutched the woman's wrist and pulled her into the room. Then she closed the wooden door smoothly and slid the latch* so that no one else could disturb them. Seril invited the lady to sit down at the table with a quick gesture and retreated to the next room in search for the plant required. "What tales did she hear, I wonder.." About a minute later she returned carrying a bag of fine fabric. The rustle of her gown broke the dead silence. The woman seated herself on the bed in front of Luana and laid the bag on her knees.
"You know, there are some kinds of medicine that are almost prohibited. Not long ago the king issued the corresponding edict as he considered them dangerous. Right he was. In his own way," Seril said quietly. She untied the bag and passed it to the healer.
"This," she pointed to the unremarkable dried dark-green leaves, "is all that is left. I would gladly give it to you for a reasonable price, but when it's over, you will have to look for a different source. I don't intent to go gathering su'uhr, at least for a while. Too many outsiders come here nowadays, and I believe they are just spies, evesdropping and informing the Rosa against me** so that I were condemned. You ought to be silent about our deal, you understand?"


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** и доносящие на меня в Rosa


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Lord Keran turned round his head. And made some steps to the suspicion bush.
“What happened, Kessertin?” asked the voice from the blue whirl.
“I am not actually sure… but there is good reason to believe that someone has been here…”
“What!!! How! You said that…”
“I remember what I said…but the fact is the fact… someone was here… I feel it in air.”
“CHECK IT!!! We can’t risk!”
Keran lifted his hands and started whispering strange words:
“Amin-na-draah-veergla-daminar”
Air near fingers of lord Keran started shining. Flash! And three small spheres* appeared in the air.
“Go, and check the forest, search any sentient being in a radius of 300 feet. And report to me! Quick!” Lord Keran clapped one’s hands.
Spheres trembled and flew away.
“Well done!”
“Thank you. I must go. See you again soon!” lord Keran waved and whirl was scattered in the air.


* - Lord Keran summoned spirits of the forest.

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10 nihil sub sole novum nec valet quisquam dicere ecce hoc recens est iam enim praecessit in saeculis quae fuerunt ante nos
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Litar ran quietly through the forest, trying not to make any noises. Once or twice he looked back, and suddenly saw a faint glimmer. Before he knew what he was doing, he stopped. One of the shining spheres caught his trace and was swiftly approaching. The young hunter could think of nothing else but the blue swirl and paralyzing fear. Magic was a thing he could not understend and it always frightened him. With a great effort youth made his legs move. Stumbling, Litar turned and ran away in a desperate attempt to escape the sorcery. The sphere was following the man, but suddenly froze in the air, glowed brighter, and then dissolved in the shadows.
Glancing behind once again Litar found, that his magical chaser was gone. Young hunter didn't know what it was, but from that moment he was sure that he was in a grave danger. No doubt - lord Keran would find who spied on him. And surely, the king's counsellor would destroy anyone who could disturb his plans...
Litar did not remember how he found his way home. With messed feelings he waited for the dawn - it was not possible to sleep right now. What would happen to him in the morning, what could he do? Who might help him? And what about the king? Counsellor mentioned something horrible about the king... There were so many questions and not an answer at all...

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"That will be quite all right", thought Edwin looking through a business letter which he got today. It was about nine o'clockand it was time to leave the shop for home. Actually it wasn't very far, just upstairs. He lived at the first floor and the shop was at the base floor. Clanter's assistant has already left, so he locked the door and closed windows himself. Even though it was very dark, he easily found a candle, lit it and went out of the shop. There were three more rooms on the base floor used for company needs. Four rooms upstairs were Edwin's private territory. He locked another door which allowed to get to the house without passing the shop. Edwin wasn't afraid of thiefs because he didn't have much money at home and most valuable part of his goods wash't here. Nevertheless, he had a small crossbow and a snort sword. He learned how to use them during his long trips all over the country in his past...
At last, Edwin came to room, which he used as a study. He didn't want to sleep and had nothing to do. So he took a letter from his pocket, reread it and started writing a reply.


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In the Rosa

"Oh, how cold it is here. Where have they all disappeared?" a woman was mumbling to herself, going down the stairs of the North-Western wing of Rosa. "Luana! Where are you?!" White nightgown made her look like a ghost. Her pale and worried face was however beautiful, the lady was in her thirties and moved quickly, but one could feel some weariness in her bearing*. She stepped into a wide passage, half-lit with the light of torches, reached the second door to the right and knocked furiously. Nobody answered. "Where else?" The woman stood deeply absorbed in thought for a while, and then returned to the staircase. She hurried back to her room on the upper floor.
As she closed the door behind, the only candle at the bedside flickered and went out. The lady moved in the darkness – only pale moonlight streamed through the loosely drawn curtains**. It was hot and stuffy in the afternoon, but cold at night. She shivered and called out:
"My king, John is very ill, and the healer is not here, I can't find her."
The man, seeming older than he actually was, lifted his head with a grunt of discontent.
"Klarissa, I'm sure she is away to get help, as usual. Do not worry, darling."
"I've asked Dala to stay with him till Lune is found," Klarissa sat down and stared at the window, crumpling a handkerchief in the trembling hand. She remained motionless for several minutes, keeping silence. It was useless to ask him to send people after Luana, she would certainly return when she wanted to, but the Queen could not put up with the thought that so much depended on that young lady, strong and yet vulnerable. Robert was falling asleep again, tired of those troubles.

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Lune thanked Seril for her help. The young woman wanted to stay for a while and have a bit of talk to rise the curtain of mystery surrounding Seril, but something hurried her – the feeling that something’s coming over…
Luana left the house and stepped into the darkness of the reigning night. The royal healer thought that she heard some strange sounds on her way to the Woods Gate and tried to walk faster, breathing heavily. She wanted to run as the shadows, living their own, ghostly lives, tried to catch her, stretched their arms…
Finally, the Wall appeared in front of Lune. The woman sighed and entered the town of Areinor. She hurried to the Rosa and decided to go through the front gate.
‘Who’s coming?’ asked the guardian.
‘It’s me, Robert. It’s Lune’ she tiredly smiled.
‘Oh, my lady! Her majesty is looking for you!’ Robert seemed to be worried.
‘I’m coming…’
Lune ran through the reception halls to the Prince’s Room. On her way she got out the medicine to be prepared for the worst. She opened the door smoothly and entered the room.
‘I’m here. Don’t woory…’


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post #16, отправлено 5-04-2006, 16:53


Private property
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Outside the town wall

Seril got what she wanted – a few silver coins and relatively more security in exchange for those dried leaves. She would even talk to Luana a little longer, but the healer hurried to leave the house and return to the palace. She was right, perhaps. It would be better if the visit remained secret and unnoticed by anyone.
Seril locked the door and put out the light. Pale moon was shining though the window. Changing her clothes for a nightgown, the woman tried to calm down a curious presentiment. In vain. A new interest to the royal family arose in her mind. As her head touched the pillow, an awful vision flashed before her eyes. It might have been just imagination, though...


In the Rosa

Prince John's room looked like something between a hospital ward* and a library. A maid, Dala, was sitting by the bed – she rose quickly, approaching Lune and whispering to her ear what had happened to the Prince. The healer sent Dala away to reassure his parents that he would be alright. Meanwhile, Luana prepared a fusion from su'uhr and made John drink it. Within several hours his weakness would pass and the lady would be able to return to her room and have a rest after this night, full of worries.

* палата


Morning
Somewhere in the city


First rays of sunlight fell on the town walls and ran across the silent streets. The citizens were just waking up and blinking at the new day before getting down to work. One man, however, constituted an exception. He crossed the streets, sticking to the darker side, walking rather slowly and watching everything around him. His steps were light and sure, he obviously knew what his aim was. The man eventually stopped at the antiques shop door – the one that, as he knew, led to the owner's private rooms – and reached for the bell.

Just as Edwin rose to his feet wondering who might be ringing the bell in the early morning, a few blocks away a red-haired boy of twelve knocked at the door of Litar's house. As he received no immediate reply, he knocked louder and shouted.
"Hey, wake up, they want you at the palace, have you got anything for today's dinner?"
Then he applied his ear to the door, trying to distinguish some sound of feet hurrying to open it. The scullion*, named Ron, hoped to find Litar at home, because if the hunter was away, Ron would have to go looking for him all over the city. The boy was actually loath** to do it, but the order was quite precise - "Fetch me Litar".

* поварёнок
** нежелающий

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post #17, отправлено 8-04-2006, 23:26


Ignis Sanctus
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//In cooperation with Daelinn.

The sun was rising and its rays filled Edwin's bedroom with wonderful light which could be seen only in summer during the time of daybreak. Actually Clanter never noticed this sight because usually he didn't forget to close the shutters. Also the last time when he got up so early was some years ago. Now he could allow himself to stay in bed a bit longer. "I'm getting older", he thought. "In former times I used to pay no attention to solar light if I had a chance to sleep. But..." Suddenly he understood that the door bell was ringing downstairs and this very noise caused him to wake up. It was a bell of the "private" door. "Very strange. Who is it? And what the hell is he doing here in this time? And the time is very unsuitable for visitors". Nevertheless, he made himself stand up and dress. It took him about a minute. He had many clients from high society and didn't want to lose them. So he went downstairs cursing everything in the wolrd and opened the door. There was a middle-aged man in a cloak and a hat with wide brims. His clothes were covered with dust and looked as if he had a long journey.
"Good morning", said the stranger. His voice wasn't very loud, but it was deep and the sound of it was nearly charming. Edwin noticed that he had peculiar accent.
"Hello!" answered Clanter. "Come in, please. How can I help you?"
"Thanks. Sorry for waking you up, but I'm leaving the city today and would like to strike the deal before the departure" the man said making his way to one of the merchant's rooms. There he sat in an arm-chair and crossed his legs. "My name is Almir Veon, and could I have yours?"
"Edwin Clanter at your service", merchant sat in other armchair.
"Well, Mr. Clanter," the man smiled, "I've got something to offer you. As a matter of fact, I ought to have kept those things to myself, but you see, now I need cash urgently..."
Almir took a bundle out of some inner pocket of his cloak and untied it. Edwin saw a richly carved casket of ivory, looking mysterious in the light of the rising sun. There was also a mahogany wand, with numerous notches on its once smooth surface.
"I would ask as much as 40 sterlings for all that."
Edwin was surprised. First of all, it was strange that a man who even didn't know his name came to offer such a deal. The things looked wonderful and Clanter was sure that he would easily find a buyer, but... The price which was extremely low and the strange seller made him prick up his ears. He hesitated. Nevertheless, he seemed to be confident and busy as usual.
"May I have a look?" he took the casket and tried to open it, but he couldn't. "What's the matter?"
"Ehm... I must confess, I do not know either," Almir lowered his gaze. "It was a sort of a present and I never made out where the secret key was and how it opened. If it ever really did. I guess it's just a lovely piece of no particular practucal use."
"And what do you want me to do? I don't buy different stuff for fun. I usually resell it in order to get some profit. I'm not sure that anybody will be interested in it... But let me think." Edwin tried to imagine a man who is rich enough and who is interested in mysteries.
"I'm sure, there are rich people in your city who would pay for it twice this price. I offer the casket alone for thirty coins. And the wand is quite alright, just worn with time..."
"Well," Edwin said after a short pause, "I think I'll buy it." He managed to count approximate profit and thought that it was worth taking the risk and getting up early. "I'm sorry for my question, but still... Are there any guaranties that these artifacts are not stolen and that they won't cause any serious troubles for me and for my business?"
"Serious troubles? Oh, no!" The early guest levelled his eyes and looked past the merchant at the trees behind the house. "I don't think they are of such a great importance, and they are not stolen, I assure you," Veon's soft voice sounded convincing.
The stranger could convince. Or Edwin wanted to be convinced? In any case, he decided to strike a deal.
"All right," he said. "I'll buy both things. But I'd like you to write a receipt".
Almir nodded and found a sheet of paper on Edwin's desk. He wrote several lines in ink on it and largely signed.
"Here you are."
"Thank you", Edwin gave him money and took the things.
The stranger gathered the forty silver coins and put into a small leather bag, which instantly disappeared in the folds of his cloak.
"I must go now," he said rising to his feet.
When the guest left Edwin went to a room which combined kitchen and dining room. Having breakfast he was thinking about the deal. It was quite good, but something still seemed strange. His thoughts were interrupted by the door bell. It was his assistant and his coming meant that it was time to start trading. Clanter decided to think about the stranger later.


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post #18, отправлено 25-04-2006, 11:57


the one in love
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Loud sound of knoking at the door teared Litar out of his drowsiness – man didn’t notice how he fell asleep.
"Hey, wake up, they want you at the palace, have you got anything for today's dinner?" – Litar recognized the voice of Ron. Suddenly hunter remembered what had happened in the forest this night and clows of fear clenched his heart. As he was already dressed (he fell asleep right in clothes), Litar opened the door so sudden that the scullion almost fell in the room.
“Hi, Ron, why are you so screaming? They can hear you right on the other side of a town.” – Hunter took his bag and stretched it out to the boy. “Here, take it. I shot it down this night. Take it to the kitchen and leave me be – I’m very tired”. Hoping that he had time to think what to do, Litar tried to shut the door, but the scullion did not let him.


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post #19, отправлено 3-05-2006, 8:45


мифический раздолбай
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All was wrong. The weather was wrong, the people were wrong, even the rumours were wrong! All was going worse and worse that year and completely without a reason. That was told to Gitana by circus director - a small round old man with his face gone red. Vigo, their strong man was taken into prison by a few guards and the director was mad from knowing not the reason of it. To be honest, all troup members was either mad or depressed. Gitana was either mad and depressed. She knew fo sure - Vigo could not do anything wrong, he simply could not. He was extremely kind, that Hercules, and even shy a bit. But now he was inprisoned. She must go to the King. And ask him about her friend. For many years there was rumors all over the country about his honesty and righteousness... Once upon a time. And it coud not be changed in one year too. She will go and find the truth - right now.


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post #20, отправлено 18-05-2006, 9:02


Private property
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Antiquary

Almir stepped down the threshold of Edwin's house and paused for a moment, smiling to himself. His worn cloak was hiding dark robes of fine wool embroidered with a silvery sign – some letter from an unfamiliar alphabet. But hardly anybody ever noticed that – Veon was careful enough to keep secret his origin while he was here. One more visit – and he would be able to leave for the country, his business in Areinor being over. Almir chuckled, glanced at the rising sun and hurried away. The few sleepy people he met in the streets paid little attention to the stranger.


Litar's house

"Ouch!" Ron almost headed for the floor when the door flung open and Litar finally appeared before him.
While the scullion was gathering again his thoughts, the hunter handed him a bag actually telling him to take it and get away. For one thing, that was what Ron had been send for. There was, however, another part of the errand. So the boy stepped on the threshold, keeping the door from closing by his foot. He had something else to say to the hunter, stressed out as the latter was after the night.
"Thanks... eh..." the words were hard to put together. "Hey, wait! You can't really just get off like that," Ron continued with a sort of apologetic expression on his childish face.
"The chef asked you to come as quick as you can. There gonna be some grand feast or reception or dinner or something, so he... eh... I can't return without you," Ron stuck hands in the pockets of his pale-blue trousers and looked challengingly at Litar. Well, what else was left to him? He needed that job badly. The fear to get fired gave Ron unusual courage - he would drag the hunter out of his house, dammit. He must.


Before the palace

The long-expected sunrise eventually broke, and the sleepy guardians by the Rosa's front gates were rubbing their eyes anticipating the shift. The night hours were as usual unremarkable, except for Lune's venture to the city. The affairs of Rosa's inhabitants, however, were none of their business. The task was to stop and examine and (if necessary) arrest impertinent strangers desiring to peep inside. In exceptional cases - to let the guests pass and escort them through the labyrinth of the corridors. Two guards were blinking at the dawn, two more of their companions sleeping peacefully a dozen of feet away. It was high time they woke up.


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