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LARKALL
Posts : 32 Join date : 2010-02-08 Age : 113 Location : At your local convinience store.
| Subject: Unknown Book Title. Mon Mar 22, 2010 6:44 am | |
| "Daggers twined within gold; is what the public had displayed within the vast legions of the army. All that was of this fashioned warfare was of course, the supposed wages of those oh-so young deceased. Taken back by those old, weary nobles. Those who would remember the faces of such ardent young soldiers. We used to tell them, when in the taverns and comforted homes. The conflict which was decorated. Crutches for medals and friends all to eager to welcome you; the old-youth back. They faintly touch and sneer on your ghoulish arrival. Fated to now, be the old, dislodged figure in the corner. How goes you? they'd ask. Bringing fruits and flowers, to your 'mighty' posture. A drunkard, perhaps? Or much the same of those, paladins. Idolatry nonsense."
Lutley coughed loudly, drawing the small dwarf's mustered attention. "That's all very well and good," eyeing the now fumbling dwarf, "however, you distract my custom." Lutley gestured to the slightly quizzical customers. The dwarf raised a hand in protest "Yes, I did say you could speak. - However, I don't appreciate preaching, nor blood stirring on my property," the dwarf began to slump off, Lutley's attention lotted elsewhere. It was about then, three tall standing elves glided passage through the doorway. They moved in fluent strokes of limbs, like a delicate painting being drawn from essence. The tavern had taken it's breath; and the elves knew it. Smirking, a she-elf muttered something over her shoulder at a nearby patron. The inn hadn't moved since the elves graced the smoke-obscured atmosphere. The elf then began to speak, like an evident whisper in a high-soprano. I trust you humans have wine? her smooth lips curling around the words, as if they hadn't interrupted her perfectly carved complexion. Her escorts snickered in the same, high note. To human ear, a ballad was being composéd around the dusty tavern. Lutley had made no sound when reaching for the nearest bottle. "Red or white, mad'm?". Well. That depends, what's on the menu food-wise, hm? her voice was so perfect, yet Lutley's was rust-like and horribly misshapen and mangled with accents. Her common was better than his. "Beef, miss," he spoke apologetically, almost as if he had done her disparagement to her lovely tone. Then red, if you will. And be quick about that beef. My companions and I, need our feeding, too. She gestured to the merry, plump dwarf in the corner, We can't have the dwarves getting too fat now, can we? | |
| | | LARKALL
Posts : 32 Join date : 2010-02-08 Age : 113 Location : At your local convinience store.
| Subject: Re: Unknown Book Title. Mon Mar 22, 2010 6:47 am | |
| (( Boredom. )) | |
| | | Rebekka
Posts : 281 Join date : 2009-08-25 Age : 31 Location : Gothenburg, Sweden
| Subject: Re: Unknown Book Title. Mon Mar 22, 2010 2:06 pm | |
| ((Oh my, loved it! Even though half of the first paragraph was like greek to me! xD
I especially like how you describe elves. People don't treat them as the exotic and (in human/dwarven settings, at least) rare creatures they are. They just think of them as pretty humans.
Will you continue? I'd love to read on!)) | |
| | | LARKALL
Posts : 32 Join date : 2010-02-08 Age : 113 Location : At your local convinience store.
| Subject: Re: Unknown Book Title. Mon Mar 22, 2010 9:53 pm | |
| (( If you hadn't already surmised (correctly) that the story is actually about nothing. I do thank you for it! As I do intend to write more about this, vague mish-mash novella. Thanks again ^! )) | |
| | | LARKALL
Posts : 32 Join date : 2010-02-08 Age : 113 Location : At your local convinience store.
| Subject: Re: Unknown Book Title. Wed Mar 24, 2010 4:35 am | |
| The gazelle-like elves had awoken from their slumber in the room upstairs. They had not made as much as a breath or parallel sound in the room. Unlike the majority of inhabitants in the dank dwelling. Lutley was used to the severe snoring, whispers of madmen on some kind of substance and the perpetual vomit-crows coming from above. Lutley had always known this was not his place, his confinement or perhaps his fuller. He'd hoped and dreamed of education; how he'd been at envy to those, richer children. Those who had lives ahead, not being a patron of such a profane and scorned building. He could hope, although the elves' gracious appearance just gave him a twinge of respite at his envious side. At least among normal company here, he was a slightly more couthman. Rather than his usual peasantry appearance.
Lutley looked onwards, the elves had been standing there for sometime. However, the seeming head-of-group was missing. Perhaps still upstairs? A male elf now looked upon, Lutley's rather small figure - in comparison -. He, even spoke in a high-note, if Lutley wasn't so taken with curiousity and fear of what might happen, he would've probably found it quite amusing. The elf interrupted; My Mistress will not wake for a while. When she does, please, do give her this. he handed Lutley a luminous orb, a big one. All you need to know is that it's essential to her, current state, so to speak. Additionally, no one may go into her room, until she is finished, yes? Lutley wanted to question, to state what was going on. But he couldn't stand it. Both male, and female were now staring at him. He felt like a wilting tree, he arguements blossomed and then fell, like autumnal weeks to the ground. Lutly gave in, he couldn't compete with their colourful words.
The elf smiled, Very good sir, we'll be back in a few days. Lutley had forced a smile and an assuring nod, although it was hollow. With that, the elves were gone. It was just him, in the lounge area. With a glowing orb. A beautiful glowing orb. | |
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