Legends of the Pink Clan

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Holes, Wholes and hoes (3Aug05 6:46 AM Local)

The hin scampered back to her patiently awaiting friend, Nullin of Helm and together they began their patrol of the Western Ashaba and Daggerdale Roads...

"me sorry... me had need pee 'gain....", offered the hin, as she started in step with the gnome west. He merely smiled and they traveled quietly, though the hin would glance occationally across the river.

'Some trouble lately?' The gnome's gleeming armor sheened in the sun light as her murmured concern.

The hin sniffles and side steps the over bold wolf that padded past them, lord of his forest. "me was in beds sick for days.... so me little out loop..." She adds with a soft puff, "me hads hin huff..."

'Hin huff? Art thou ill Miss? I can aid thee if thou wish?'

" it flu... but... you have craps too... me is fines now.... Miss Herb lady.... she makes soups... and fever goes downs and me no wants crap every clank of bell... "

Nullin Glittergem told her to pause a moment and took out his holy symbol and held it gently against her temple then mutters a prayer to Helm a moment.

'Thou should feel better soon'

Milliam Quicken Stoutfolk meekly and wrinkled her nose and sneezed then away from the gnome. "ACHOO!" She sniffled and giggled softly, thanking the gnome for the gesture and they soon carried on to cross the Ashaba~Western Bridge....

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The pair soon came across a woman, wearing lovely greens and browns, her road robes and dress very much nature and beautiful to behold. The gnome nodded and hurried past to reach the check point and report to the border garrison, leaving the hin alone to greet the woman, smiling as she draws up her hood...

"Me says hi!" The hin waved, having seen the woman but not placing where she seen her before...

::Greetings:: The woman, older and fair haired smiled warmly now to the hin and the hin flipped her beloved deer helm's face plate up, exposing a freckled and tanned face, warm smiles and sharp giggles.

The hin chittered quietly with the woman, who the hin finally remembered as one of the druids tending the old grove to the south before nodding to the returning gnome...

'Good day M'lady', spoke a bowing deep gnome. 'My name is Sir Nullin, Crusader of Helm'

::Fair mornings to you two. I'm Eimair if you do not know me. A pleasure, Sir Nullin .. and Millia, is it n~..?::

The hin sniffled once then blurts out with gusto, cutting her off with a cheery nasal tone. "me is Millia! Scout, Whitestars Ma'am!"

The old matronly woman with deep calluses on her hands and fingers smiled and nodded. ::I remembered you, Millia, from that night some months back...::

The conversation continued for some time, worry over the grove's recover a key issue, though asking her about explosive barrels simply confused the elder druid. eventually the pair departed from home with waves and odd song from the now seeming over excited hin...

The Babble song, by Milliam Quicken Stoutfolk
(for Children to annoy thier parents)

Bang! Bang! Ding-Ding-DONG!

Moo! Moo! Qvack-Qvack! Meow!

Woof! Woof! Bark-Bark-DONG!

Fart! Fart! Fart-Fart-OWW!

...As the hin rubs her head aftre running into a road sign singing and not paying attention to the road...

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They traveled care free for a few more miles before the hin signaled to halt and pointed to a discoloration in the dirt...

'Hmm? What thou sees?' The gnome follows the hin pointing, still confused. 'Nay, all I see is the river'

Pouting the hin moved up slowly and pointed more directly to what caught her eye, a hole in the dirt, just off the side of the road. The smallish hole, about the size of one's palm, had muddy dirt around the rim.

'Tis a small hole' "but.... uh... it no there befores.... yes?" 'Most strange'

The hin and gnome creeped to it and each looked into the depths, going dark after a few feet deep.

"you sees bottom?" 'nay' The gnome picks up a broken stick and pokes down in the hole, while the hin picks up a road peddle and murmurs a chant on it. 'It feels like wet dirt. Nothing too unusual. Strange place for a hole, but not evil nor maliscious'

The hin peeked over the edge and dropped the now glowing stone into the pit, guaging the depth as it drops. The lighted stone drops for a couple feet before thumping into the dirt. With the light, the pair could see a gradual turn in the tunnel, going further down at a slight angle.

The pair spent a few more minutes looking, listening but in vain, not gaining a clue what made the hole and eventually they departed the last leg home. Upon reaching the safety of the dale, they reported the finding, to incredulous expressions from the posted gaurds on duty and kept moving through the western farmlands, only the near miss of a defecating bird, trying to zero in on the shiney gnome of Helm and the resulting howl of giggles from the hin, breaking the gentle sway of the winds...

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A case of Gas, Bad (10Sep05 8:31 AM Local)

Another 'Moo Moo Cow and Dizzy Kitten' Adventure!

T'was a typical day in the back fields and hills of Shadowdale, blue skies, calm winds, and... fowl winds, indeed.

'FAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT'

The kitten, black and white striped, hissed in disgust, and clawed his way towards the neck of the Angus cow as she meandered along the grass lands, the hills shadowing the Cormanthor forest in the north.

"MOO, for the love of Sharess, must you -DO- that?" The kitten wrinkled his wiskered nose in a expression of dislike, where as the cow simply kept moving.... and chewing her cud.

'Sorry', the cow finally uttered between chews, her own utter waddling between her massive hin legs.

The pair kept moving, the hillside occationally echoing farts and hisses, when they came upon a camp sight in a depression of part of a particular hillside. "Moo... what's this? why we sto-p.... uh oh."

The ground seemed to rumble as something huge towered over them, looking down upon the cow and kitten with a unibrow, dirt covered loin cloth and a simple metal amulet, set in a crude shape of the Mother of Magic. The Cow and Kitten found the lair of Loergerin, priest of Mystra and they were affraid...

::Me see see Cow and rat! What Cow and rat wants Loergerin?:: The Hill Giant's impatiant tapping of his left unshod foot left divets easily a hin deep and the cow took a difficult step back (since, when your cow with a utter, makes such moves difficult) and hill giant grabbed the cow gently and raised him to his eye level, the kitten digging his claws deeping in fright on the cow's back. The cow simply chewed her cud in fright, wide eyes, desperate to not say anything that might suggest beef is good on the grill.

'Moo'

"We're sorry, Mister Giant Hill Person, Sir. We're lost and Moo Moo here has bad gas and i was bitchin... ep!"

The hill giant narrowed his eyes tilted his head and sniffed. ::Why cow have bad gas? why rat talk like not-lion? why bother Loergerin, mighty priest of Magic Mother?::

The kitten squeeled in fright, the cow wide eyed began to deficate into the grass many, many feet below.... and farted, much to the shock of the Kitten -and- Hill Giant...
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after recovering from the shock of being flung away, back towards shadowdale, by the disgusted hill giant, Tymora's left bosom must have itched incesantly as the pair crawled from Letvchin' lake, alive and soaked to the bone.

The kitten, of course had the expression that all cats have after a bath, the look of 'I will kill you, slowly' were as the angus cow, deeply ashamed as well as still gassy, was only partially out of the water when she merely farted in the water, and the water boiled as a result....

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Lost and not quite Found (12Sep05 6:17 PM Local)

The hin whines loudly again to the gaurd at the West Gate, the sun bright and merciless in this horrid day in Procampur. The guardsman, clad in chainmesh that not matter how warm the tempertures, kept him comfortable (something the hin secretly envied, thus the cause of the current 'problem'). He puffed in his helm for the fifth time, murmuring the words of prayer to 'The True' as his exasperation continued with the hin's baggering for information.

'Me wants know how you gets no sweaty MESH! me wants! Me Likes! me says me gets in good with Lord Boss if me gets suit as gift!' The hin whined again, the gaurd keeping his cool, literally, where as the second hin, the sister to the first hin (and a good friend to the gaurd, thus the reason he had not arrested both hin yet) was bursting in loud howls of delight.

After all, the hin mercenary Ginnia knew implisitely that her sister-visiter Millia of Shadowdale would badger and haggle once she learned of Jeffle's Camashite Chainmesh, magically enchanged to keep his cool. The gaurd's expression, read as 'I will get you for this' back towards the blue scaled hin (as apposed to Millia's dark leathers) simply illicited more howls of dleight...

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random blips and quips (23Sep05 16:43 Local)

a series of entries in the Journal of Milliam Quicken Stoutfolk, of Shadowdale, penned in hin, a first for the hin famous for her loving elvish script in all her previous docmentation:

Day 12: It new day in port Procampur. We go dockside then, then travel 'bout, as Gia-butt knows way in town very much. We gets little trouble but still gets scolding by farty-fart Tormite priest, who think shit no stink on holy day.

Day 16: we camped out, full day out from Vesper River Landing and former home. Me is nervous, it been close to year since me lefts. Me hopes sees Isendyl and Tiruva and Perado and Lugdush and Farty Karn and Cairshito and.... (the list of names goes on...)

Day 25: Departure! me is heading home, Gia is heading back to mercenary job, as her unit is just south of Vesper River and Landing, hunting Red Fork Gobbie clan. Dragon Dale no changed since me lefts, leaving feeling me feels equals sad and happy. Issy well, as is Zato, who me huggled especially much (Gia mere just make jokes between -HER- of Zato. we know sees Cairshito sad, as he moved on in region. me also no sees Sena Treebottom or even Ananiki, which makes me very sads, indeeds, yes.

soon, me heads home backs to Shadowdale and Whitestars (something Gia still teases me 'bouts. me say it merely ironic me espouts something that me make boger gesture long go...

Day 34: (Now written in her far more familiar Elvish) I arrived home, finally. The roads were clear in Sembia, though i had troubles once i reached Tassledale, as a group of adventurers from Archendale were argueing with locals. a fight broke out and i had to hussle for safety, after i aided some of the militia. They spoke ill of me, as more help came and they vowed vengence. I say, lick the bum of a bald black bear! (Preferably the one i shot a bolt into it's buttock back in the Red Larch region of The Long Road!)

Day 34A: I just let Max from my travels to holler and hoot we're home. He was actually very wonderful and BEHAVED! he only tried to poop on a gaurd'sman in Segaunt once (and the man was betrated anyway, because he was being such a ass.) I hope he stays that way. Ginnia maybe seeing me more as she seeks to gain employment with a mercenary company based somewhere south, either in the dales or Sembia...

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Reports grime but not unexpected (24Sep05 0810 Local)

The page, awoken at this ungodly hour, rubbed his eyes as he listened, with growing fevered pitch at the report, given to him. The hin (that -hair-, how can it be -that- color?) stood tall, her leathers stained with leaves, blood and sweat, explained to him what occured in the past eve in the south sector of the Cormanthor~Northride. Drow. The very word gave the man fits, being personally versed in the history of the Twisted Tower, and the dale's struggles with the menace of the Demon Webs...

The good thing, as the hin explained weakly, as the hints of her weariness began to show, was that Evendur and his contingent took arms to follow the surviver of the engagement, perhaps to go as far as determine what the drow ambushers were up to. The page wasn't aware of any convoys of supplies to arrive within the time frame, but regaurdless, the drow's presence most certainly killed the lule in the drow's lack of presence of late.

The page nodded acknowledgement of the report, thanking her and bid her well, as she departed with another elf. Nuram? Nuran? The page shook his head, filled enough of dread as is....

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Counting Crows of woe (25Sep05 7:06 PM Local)

The grey skies darkened as the storm clouds threated in the distance, boding a storm tonight. Though it won't be very fierce (in the region of Shadowdale, storms of 'The Destroyer' rare are allowed to exist), the rains it promise will wash the sins of war away, bringing life back to the green grasses...

the grasses that still have life, hark. A blight threatens the dale, slow and incidious if a foot. Little is known of it in how it works, how it spreads and breeds and no cure is of yet. It is a cancer in the very heart of the Dale, sure to bring the soft ones to their knees. News that does little for the fading eyes of one follower of 'The Cave Mother', as his blood even now dries in the grass, brown and soiled as the dirt and gravel it was spilled upon, not so long ago...

Shadows linger. Adventurers. They gathered their things, gather meager loot, gather their own fallen, one mere Seldarine, and departed, with tones mocking and morose. 'Oh, Cave Mother how we have fallen, our souls will be eated by The One-Eye for our failure, here... The Black Tooths have fallen?'

Nask Two-Toes was dead long before the rains had finally came, long before the crows came for his eyes, still soft and supple, forever watching the skies in vain for sign of thunder, sparlking across the dark...

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Questions and answers, little or few (28Sep05 10:00 PM Local)

(This occured on a spur. I still feel sad having found out Rotku's latest has fallen but i thank Loulabelle~Love for the memoral incident. The end slightly changed from what exactly occured, but that's because it was already getting long enough as is...)

Dark skies and dim lights were the only illumination the fey saw or needed as he flew across the skies of Shadowdale, mildly bored in his patrols of his domain. With calm winds and clear dark blue above, the fey kept swooping and loitering, slowly meandering west, when a scent drew his interest and attention, going into a dive to investigate…

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"Ne'ormind. I knaw. Do it oot' 'ere I guess. - I didnae see 'er come ta town wit anyone sa. . ." Allendroth MacGaelleon, standing tall next to a young Birch, just a sapling, in context to full grown trees or fey elves. He drew his blade, looking at the tree, intent on shedding a few branches, perhaps the whole tree, in order to burn.

The fey, now rapidly approaching the source of the scent, spotted the familiar elf, holding a body on one shoulder. Covered in webbing and partially wrapped up in silk, the form of the deceased is still clearly discernable: A female Gnome. When he heard the soft flapping of the faery Dragon as he slowed his descent into a hover just over the pair, the Sun Elf minced no words, simply looking to the fey and uttering in fey, "Go get Millia."

The fey, narrowing his eyes when he looked upon the fallen and silk covered gnome, flared his nostrils before nodding. He rotated easily in midair and swooped away, to seek his mistress. The human, ignoring the fey entirely as he focused his attention upon the youthful birch, inspected it with intent on removing limbs to burn, heedless of the result...

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Soon the hin comes running in the dark, the soft purple glow from three of the gems visible on her belt betraying her rapid approach, as Valdur finally sets down the body with a grumble under his breath. As Allendroth stared at Millia, she paused, both hands on her knees as she labored to catch her sundered breath, the small dust cloud formed from her skidding stop, rising in the dark air above them.

"me.... me...comes.. fas...fas...fas-stess...", came the rasp reply from the hin, Valdur simply folded his arms in his sleeves, and looking at Millia. "Me tolds... some... hurts?" The Elf motioned to the body, covered by a half-finished cocoon, murmuring a simple response, ominous and frightening. "Spiders."

Allendroth, having sheaved his blade after 3 swings against the surprisingly tough birch, slowly moved away in search of more easily found and used dead wood. The birch visibly bleed sap from the gashes made, a event made more troubling by the unseen dryad, stepping out of the tree...

"[fey] Go my love" murmured the hin to her familiar and with a slight snort of derision, he slipping into flight, heading east, as Valdur watched him depart, not yet seeing the dryad as she eyed then gingerly touched the bark. her expression of growing alarm shifting to one of anger and violence as she slipped out her silvered dagger, glaring at the Mage Elf and brandished her dagger fiercely, her arm held high. "Hurt tree!"

The Elven Wizard, armed folded, blinked thrice and took one step back with a simply uttering of the word "Nae!" The utterance from the fey surprised the hin but her emotions quickly crumbled when she saw the body of the gnome, the very familiar gnome. All she could do then was gasp as she kneeled down to the form of the fallen, the gnome's face forever etched in a look of horror.

"Hurt tree who?!" The dryad, clad in small leaves and bits of moss to cover her bits, just barely, pointed at Valdur with her dagger fiercely. Valdur glanced back towards the foraging Allen, still unawares of the apparent danger. "It was the human. A mistake...", the elf simply uttered in reply, a reply that angered the fey even more before glancing down at the hin and gnome body, stamping her foot in irritability. "You fix tree! Is bad hurt tree! Mend tree!"

As the dryad paused a moment from her irrational speech to touch the dribbling sap, Allen came back up with a arm full of kittling. "'ey. Who be tha't. . ." Valdur furrowed his brow, murmuring in Elvish, "Almost like she was hit on head..." When the dryad saw Allen, arms full of wood, her anger raged in her eyes, spinning wilding to face all three now. "Hurt tree! Why hurt tree? What tree do? Is my tree!"

"Ye tree? I ain't evar encountar nae spirit bark folk livin' in nae trees in tha Emscal. . ." The man looked at Valdur for a explanation, given in hushed whisper. "She -is- the tree. She is a dryad, a living embodiment of the tree itself. Allen's eyes widened in surprise then as the implications hit upon him and he started to stutter an apology. "It t'was an accident....", pausing with a quieter comment before continuing aloud, "Well, nae really. We be needin' it far ritual. We wauld o' planted one in it's place."

The dryad howled in her anger now, her frown dark and shocked before hissing at Allendroth. "Need tree! Is my tree! Is bad pur purpose hurt tree! You not ask!!" Allen crossed his arms at the dryad, now angered at her scathing reply. "Donnae his at me!" The man took one step forward when the hin finally piped in in fey, "[fey] Me FIX!"

The dryad paused, ever so briefly placated as she looked down at Millia, her head turning away from the cobweb covered corpse to expose a well of tears. "[fey] please, lady of the wood.... please.. let... me help...?" The dryad blinked her eyes twice, a moment's confusion. "You fix tree? Fix tree!"

The hin, with out looking at him, asked in Elvish for Valdur to lead Allen away. "[e] Not that easy..." he replied and he turned to quickly explain to the human, the hin's plan. "Fine, fine. . . We'll ga someplace else." Under the guard of the dryad's watchful and hate filled eyes, the pair gathered the body and headed away back towards town, leaving Millia alone with the dryad...

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Later on, as the hin finally departed the sight of the incident, she saw Valdur, patiently awaiting the hin at the forest patch's edge. "[e] It is done? She is appeased now, the dryad, Millia?", the elf spoke, more in terms of a statement than query. The hin nodded her head slowly twice, said little of the affair and simply bid him good night, as she headed home, back to the Whitestars residence. The gnome was laid to rest elsewhere and Allen's anger abated, too, it seemed.

But it wasn't of importance at that moment for Milliam Quicken Stoutfolk. She would never know why the gnome reacted ill that one day at the use of the gnome's racial voice. The venomous words she spoke in anger, telling her to "never use those accursed words." Why did it bring forth anger to her, why did Dimond have fury with her race, it seemed? Was it a slight she performed by speaking the gnome's language, speaking out of place, like the slight a slave would perform, before paying for that slip dearly with his or her life?

She didn't know any of those answers and that alone bothered the hin greatly. The dryad's appearance did nothing to help her but since mending the tree with her minor magics of positive energy was all she could do, what she must have done, her growing sense of justice and morality making the choice a simple affair for her. But even that did not explain the gnome's reactions, her words, that fire. Now the gnome is dead and the dead rarely bother to find cause to answer questions clearly moot now...

The walk home was an eternity for her, it seemed, each step on a patch of wet, green grass, a great ache of her heart. The turning of her key in the door to her home, equally painful in endurance with each click of the tumbler. It wasn't until she got inside before she slid down the wooden closure, when she could let her pent up emotions go wild, as the salty tears of sorrow flood down...

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And meanwhile in Bedrock... (22Oct05 8:25 AM Local)

The air was thick in humidity, layers of clouds billowing in the skies. The question of rainfall was moot, for somewhere, it was raining hard. The grasses where not complaining, in the slightest however. After 3 weeks of little percapitasion, the rains where well come indeed.

live springs from rain. that's a natural part of the cycle of life. It renews, moves and sets into motion other things that keep life alert, colorful and fibrant...

"Me no wants rain!", came the growl of the cloak covered hin. She marched with 2 other hin, following a muddy caravan trail up a incline. her clothingb caked with mud and dust from hundreds of miles of trail, though thanks to boats and caravans themselves, the amounts are only in the hundreds...

"I know Mia butt.... we'll be there soon." The other hin in lead, her cloak hood pulled off and her hair soaked, her signature single pony tale flailing in the light winds, murmured to her sister with a calm but determined voice.

"ACHOOW!", the third hin in procession sneezed and whiped her nose, before muttering quietly, her wind scarf rapped around her forehead and through but still providing little protection from the elements. "I sho-should hope so, Gia... i am..." The hin's voice trailed with the winds.

"What was that Robin~Love? And bles..... hold." The hin in pony tale raised her hand and the pair froze. They knew well enough to reconice that the lead hin, the elder sister, that she senced danger to the glade to their left. "Robin.... send bill out with me... i smell something"

The hin drew out two small blades, mudane weapons of her choicing and started to march out to greet what threats she had detected. The second hin in dew rag wrap, concentrated and soon, coming from thier rear right flank, bounded the creature so named "Bill".

She petted her beloved pet, as the huge pather marched up to his mistress, his lips wet from blood. The cat of the jungle was hunting, flanking the trio, keeping them save from harm and with a few murmurs between mistress and familiar, the bounding cat leaped over the hins pair to follow the fighter.

The cloaked hin yelped in fright as the cat soured over head and knelt down in the mud....

"Mia, it's ok...." screams of humanoids eched in the woods then ceased. Soon the warrior maiden and cat returned, both beaming from the euthoria of battle and success.

"Gobbies, 3 of 'em..... but nor any more, hehe", boosted the confident Ginnia Quick Stout, to her younger sisters, Robin and Millia, as they both rose up to greet and huggle the hin and cat.

"Come on! i see fire smoke in the distance. Dragon dale can't be that far! Move! Move! Last one smells my farts!"

Robin looked at her sister aghast as Millia rose up and started running, giggling, loking forward to many, many adventures she would have in shadows of the Earthspur Mountains and The Vast plains....

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The hin woke up quickly, shivering. The fire she light the night before was dim embers now and hints of daylight peeked into the cave the hin spent the night in. "Good", she thought before glancing to the pile of bags across the small space. Her familar, rested quietly, snoring soundly enough. Millia Quick Stout smiled then, already the whisps of the dream retreating into her vast and nebulous mind...

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Travel Log Entry: Home sweet Hom (mind the webbings) (25oct05 9:23 PM Local)

The shadows of the dessertmouth mountains were calm for the doe as she lowered her head to graze on a small patch of grass, a treat otherwise in this semi~arid region. After being forced up here by a small pack of wolves from the plains, the deer was happy to finally be able to eat. indeed, in its small calmed mind, it pondered the disappearance of the pack, and the possiblty of perhaps returning to the lower plains.

all these things were taken by surprise as suddenly, all around the doe, the ground was suddenly sticky, a white glue like substance appeared around her and on her. frighten to incredably levels she struggled to lift her glue (webs?) head to the south and instantly saw the creature.

Xerxex'les chittered it's apposable jaws in delight as the ettercap began to slowly drag the web-snared deer back to it's lair. The doe would be a small meal but it wasn't picky on choicing meals. It caught and killed what it needed, simply put.

as he turned around the haul the ensared deer, the creature failed to notice a silver floating dagger move towards him. it did, however, take notice when that dagger plunged into its lower back and thorax, causing it to wail in shock and pain. the ettercap turned, and tried to swing at it, the dagger dodging nimbly in the air.

'Where-s-s-s', The creature hisses in anger, as another poke hit it, quickly followed by a piercing impact far more painful, the bolt shaft lodging between it's jaws. Xerxex'les had a few seconds to register a small creature, wearing black and a deer's head, before the second bolt from it's crossbow, forcably dislodged the ettercap's brain...

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The hin worked quickly, cutting the webbing that insnared the doe, her fightened eyes registering her fears... and greatfulness, when her hin flanks suddenly were cleared and she bolted with fury, addrenaline fueling her exodus back towards the lower plains. The deer was long gone from sight as the hin flipped her face plate up and grinned. The ettercap wasn't particularly exspected to greeted, having just arrived from Shadow Gap and stonelands beyond, but having glanced at the deer's plight, she knew she had to act.

Casting Shelgarn's Persistant Blade was a effective tool to beat the spider-like creature, allowing her the time for 2 well placed bolts. Indeed, as she explained the story to the hin folk at the Merry Hin Inn in Merrywood, that night, the story told of at least 2 well placed bolts to save a charge of Silvanus, just as Millia's friend Isendyl had taught her so long ago....

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Conflicting thoughts (4Nov05 10:25 AM Local)

The hin ran away, briefly enspelled haste allowing her to flee the tree and the pair of elves. Tahlrae held the two books given to him by her while Vilmar, a fellow Whitestar recently returned from tasks beyond the dales, watched her depart with sharp concern for his friend. Millia disliked her quick departure but the message burned into her mind needed, nay, demanded to be placed upon parchment.

When she reached the door to the Whitestars Head Quarters and her home for the last 6 months, the key to unlock it trembled in her smallish hands. With a forced click and grunt, the hin rushed inside, vee-lining straight to a desk along the far wall. The fireplace was dark, embers and dust remaining. The fire would need tending but Millia would take care of that soon enough. for now, she had to write down just why her friend from Triboar was pleading for help, just when Millia would be allowed to answer the call of kin...

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Passions and memories, Attentive ever more (12Nov05 6:43 PM Local)

This was a wonderful session with Zakharra, late Friday Night with myself & Valn99, as we traveled south from the timbers of the 'Balderan' to the Gates of Belegost, all the while, Millia having pangs of her youth come forth. For those that don't know, Millia was born in Baldur's Gate and her growing up in the city was very difficult indeed...

The woman smiled quietly to herself as she nudged the sleeping hin on the small couch, still snoring loudly as she rested.

The little hin, curled over, growled and swatted sleepy like at the nudge, not wishing to awaken yet. "me.... hmm me slee...ss..zzzzzzz" Only the loud snoring of the hin's familiar could be called louder, as the Feary Dragon rested, curled himself ontop of the book case, his glossy lavender wings outstretched and rising and falling in the pattern of his breathing, slow and calm, yet still loud indeed.

JenWa stretched her arms out, inhaling deeply as her bosom rose up. then as she exhaled, the woman looked at the hin mischiviously, as a idea formed in the back of her head. "zz...z...zz.....", the hin continued to snore, mindless of the mischieft the Sorceror was going to do as she pulled a canteen out from her placed to the side utility belt. She opened the canteen, dabbed her finger into the container and hovered her hand over the hin's face, to allow a few drops to fall, causing the hin to grimace and whipe her face instinctively before finally opening one eye slowly. She turned over to face the far side of the wall but JenWa had already taken a seat and plopped so, as if to feign sleepiness, the closed canteen resting uncomfortably in the crack of the woman's bottom.

The hin crawled upright on the couch, rubbed her eyes and opened her mouth for a rather impressively loud yahn, as the candle light flickered from the brief pressure drop in the cabin, and her Fey woke as well, growlly and grumbling his dislike of being rudely awoken. The gesture from the hin made JenWa open her eyes and utter a soft chuckle. "Come now, sleepy head!" "Me stil sleep... ie... yes?" Three blinks then a long drawn out yahn again, again to The woman's mirth, as she reached behind her to remove the now offending canteen.

The pair got dressed, gathered their things and opened their cabin door, as paused in shock, as a gaggle of sea rats pored into the cabin and attacked. The hin shreeked and drew her dagger, defending herself as JenWa cast a protective spell upon herself, all the while the Fey hissing and growling on top of Millia's backpack.

Soon the 'Battle' was over, the deck sprayed with gore, and the hin promptly began to whine. "RAT! Me hopes me no haves clean up mess....". The woman shook her head and frowned a little as the hin gingerly stepped over the corpses. "Dead rats now...." She added with a sharp snort, "and Not at the price we paid!"

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As the pair reached above decks, the midnight skies were grey with broken overcast, dark and threatening. A storm brooded in the far west skies over the Trackless Sea and Millia became very especially aware of this. Still it didn't stop JenWa from taunting her friend with a quip of mirth. "Hurray for Millia, the rat-slayer!" The sailors on deck murmured chuckles themselves as the hin turned to the woman, with the sweetest of smiles, and give her a very rude hand gesture before snorting to JenWa's mocked shock expression. "Milli...." The hin replied promptly with the tip of her tougue in raspberry, just for spite.

JenWa prodded Millia with her cold staff, when the first thunder clap in the distance occured, instantly causing the hin to squeel in sudden fear. She shivered for a few seconds, then began to chant her spell of "Endurance of the Elements" in hin, as JenWa rolled her eyes, predicting her actions. She watched the hin as she calmed visably, still looking nervous but she looked well enough.

"A lightning strike is more likely to hit the mast than a crazy hin, Milli." The look of horror on Millia's face was worth a treasure trove but JenWa didn't chuckle as she merely rubbed her friend's shoulder to calm her. "There, there...."

It was then that the Ship's Bos'wain, a douwer looking dwarf named Nuli, asked the pair, his armed crossed his large barrel shaped chest and long greyed beard, "So, ye want to go to shore or not? Ye better hurry, that storms coming in fast" JenWa nodded to the dwarf again, Millia's face turned a sheet of white and she hurried to the deck edge and the jacob's Ladder below. With a meek voice, she uttered, "me no thrill climbs...."

"Heh.... do you want me to go first?" The hin nodded very enthusiastically to the woman and as she climbed over and then down the swaying ladder to the dingy below, she could be heard snorting, "The hin that faced giants and trolls and evils and now..... a ladder!" Millia could do nothing more than giggle as she began her own trek down to the boat and JenWa's outstretched arms....

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The trip across Balduran Bay was brisk, the hin chewing on her finger nails the whole trek, fretting with each clap of now distant thunder. The waters were calm in the moon light and once they were safely with in the breech walls, the boat porters rowed easily to shore, reaching The Bridge Balderan in short order. The pair of travelers departed the boat and thanked their rowers, then wandered away from the activity to check their things before making the night time trek across the sword coast forests south.

JenWa stretched her arms wide and yahned, rotating her arms in her sockets. "There... now that was not so bad?" The hin merely pouted in the purple glow of her magical belt, as she checked her things once more. "no likes storm..."

The woman smiled a bit and nodded. "Yes, I know Milli." JenWa gazed down the bridge while The hin remained silent, slipping on her backpack while deliberately avoiding looking upon the City to the West of them. The tip of her left foot nervously dug a line in the soft dirt and as The sorceror began casting protective spells, Millia suddenly was lost in thought...

*old memory* : [Tell] Milliam Fon LU! Come here now and quit dragging your feet! *in a sharp female voice*

The hin has a blank expression, broken only when JenWa cast her protective spells on the hin, who blinked, giggled softly and nervously and slipped her beloved well worn deer helm. The woman studied the hin and nods to herself, satified of her spells take upon the hin. "I think that should do." Millia merely started across the large span bridge, only once looking back to the city of her birth. "{Hin} That so longs 'go..."

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The trip was surprising uneventful for the pair of boxom adventurers. The flood plain waters glowed purple as the hin passed and started her climb up the hill, the pair only pausing to listen to the sounds of a dying bear, falling victum to the injuries he incured with the gory corpse of a boar, slowly enough. The pair could do nothing and knew well enough they were not experianced enough to help the creature.

They passed the cross roads to the Friendly Arm Inn and kept their pass heading the meandering trail south, then West, then South, then east and south again. They only paused when they reached a known ambush point, often a favorite of Xvarts or Orcs. But the last time the pair crossed here, Gnolls had the misfortune of being here and the adventurers took no chances, The sorceror evoking invisablity upon herself where the hin slunk down into the grasses, using stealth as her 'Invisablity' (Even though the hin could cast the spell herself).

The hin advanced moving across plains of grass with great skill, raising her left palm in the air to mark advancement movements to her friend and as the hin peeked over a hill side, again her minded seemed to wander...

*old memory* : [Tell] Milliam! Pay attention and sneak quieter! Move around the grass and use the sound of the wind to hide your passing. Now try it again... *The same sharp voice as before*

The hin shook her head, frowning in confusion. things from her past, memories and quips... and people still buried and resting under the tall oak tree of Lenchie's hill...

The hin kept moving forward, shaken her head clear once more the memory, only to pause when JenWa herself felt something odd in the air around the Crossroads to Candlekeep, but she mentioned it not openly and they continued on their way, with dawn rapidly approuching...

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The pair soon arrives the Belegost Valley, the rising sun one and a quarter hin palms high and they wandered down the large hill towards town, laughing and joking quietly to themselves about bowl movements, fart noises and mutterings of 'Crazy hins' when Millia stopped in her tracks, turning left to the small rise. She motioned quiet and skulked up the hill, the sorceror watching with curiosity to the hin's actions. The hin peeked just over the rise, squinting as the sun hit her just right to briefly bedazzle her, as once again, her mind drifted....

*Old memory* : [Tell] *a slap to the back of the hin's head* Attention millia! Sneak quietly and strike quiet. .. {Balderan Thieve's Cant} Lord of Shadow, above,{Com} why did you inflict me with such a percosious daughter? *wry humor and love is in her voice then* Now millia, try again and remember, you are small, so strike fast and cut quick...

The hin was about to complain aloud as the quarrel of a Kobold's crossbow whooshed past her deer helm, causing her to shreek in surprise at being discovered. As the sorceror started climbing the hill to answer her friend's yelp, Millia tossed a small minuture dagger into the air in front of her and evoked the 3 sylible word in hin to summon the power of the Magical Fighting dagger.

JenWa reached her and croutched down as she heard the yips and snarls of Draconic, as the Kobold patrol began to defend themselves against Millia's Blade. "Kobolds, Millia? Are they ambushing the road?" The hin merely smiled and shook her deer helm, feeling the dagger winning at it stabbed into another kobold. Both woman blanched when they heard the sharp crack and burning sound, as something destroyed the dagger in one swift motion.

"Uh oh", Murmured the hin and as she going to rise up to attack the kobolds directly, The woman already motioned her gestures and as a loud popping sound occured, and JenWa's summoning took effect. The battle was over in minutes then, as Millia looked up and saw a magical Dire Wolf, clutching in his jaws the Kobold Mage who slew Millia's dagger with necromancy.

They searched the torn remains and found little to be salvaged, the Dire Wolf's fierocity to blame and as the hin stood upright, a hiss from her backpack could be heard followed by a soft belch. It seems the battle finally awoken the perpetually asleep Fey Dragon and a meek Mistress looked to the Sorceror with a soft smile. "hmm.... Me says go.... me is hungry...." She then hand gestures over her shoulder to her backpack, and the woman smiled, nodding in agreement as they turned South towards the gates of Belegost...

"Let's find the inn, shall we, Millia?"

"Me says Last one in inn.... smell hin crac-EeeeeeK! Wait! No fairs!" But JenWa was a wise woman and she was already 5 long

strides ahead of the now following, and pouting hin...

'Me say this no fairs all, Jen-Jen!!!!!!!!!!!"

[valn99]

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A typical day.... (19Nov05 9:21 AM Local)

(A max story, based on the Gold Dragon Dropping a ship event a week ago in BG...)

(06:45 AM Balderan Time Zone) The fey awoke, hissing and huffing as he was rudely jussled about in his bag. It seems his mistress was dashing away from something, somehting loud and shreeking. The fey, knowing his sleep would just never occur with all this racket, peeked out, to find 3 Gibbering Mouthers hot on his mistresses tail. It seems, later on when the fey would ask his mistress, she stumbled across them and would have slipt past them unnoticed had something not then took the time to fart in his sleep. Well it seems the gates to Belegost is near, as crossbow shots are heard wizzing by her, as the gaurds take aim at the creatures that follow. Insane mutterings, these creatures. have they no shame? a Fey is TRYING to sleep....

(11:15 AM Local Balderan Time Zone/+1 Belegost Daylight savings) My mistress feeds me slices of pork, cooked well and good, as she herself sips at, what i think is Chicken Soup. I will have to taste it to be sure..... It is, though, my mistress is very unhappy at me for determining for her that it was chicken Soup (with carrots, potato slices, parsly and one big tomatoe that i consumed as my payment for determining the Soup's contents for my said Mistress....

meh, the other Taler scale and Wing-less ones where amused so i fail to understand why my msitress is still cross with me?

(15:59 PM (11:15 AM Local Balderan Time Zone/+1 Belegost Daylight savings) My sleep needs are yet again desturbed as my Mistress mets the scaless Bookless Wizard with that magical staff. I don't see the palmeto bug looking fey but i'm watching, or rather, listening.... when i'm not asleep.... honestly, how could one sleep with all that innane chatter and giggles. somethings i wish i could have a nicer quietly mistress? But i shake my head, remember that it's a dumb idea, and bask in the knowledge that only i can determine with impunity, soups contents with just a flcik of my barbed tougue.

(19:01 PM Local Balderan Time Zone/+1 Belegost Daylight savings) When i desided to take flight, just as my mistress felt it was alright to simply take a sod nap in front of the huge GOld Dragon that was harrasing the Bookless Gnome Woman's tower (the one with 3 nipples, i think. i could be mistaken.), i felt the need to simply and briskly tell the Gold Dragon to sod off himself. after all, JUST because he'/....... er.... oh...... SHE...... hmm... now i remember why scalesless and wingless ones have a hard time telling the gender of fish, too...

anyway, i told off the dragon (it seems she was might slight bitchy about some poor gestures to her deceased mate.... though im sure i was mistaken when she said Chromatic Black.... everone knows how ugly the pups will be in that potential family setting, acid and burn marks on the really good china. dreadful, indeed!) and soon she left, much to my delight. so giggy i was that i decided to go partake on some wonderful, wonderful flower nectar and seeds....

(23:45 PM PM Local Balderan Time Zone/+1 Belegost Daylight savings) It seems sleep with elude me like cramps. The dragon dropped a ship in the middle of town, apparently to attest her skills at aiming at ants, as, as far as i could tell, only a ant hill suffered damage, though the scaless ones where gripping loudly enough. pity.... watching the ship shatter against the magical tower to the east would have been more fun and slightly less loud, thus likely that i would not have heard it... thus i would continue to sleep... oh well..... there is always tommo....zzzzzz..z..zzzzzzzz...z.zzz

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little do we realize things now... (21Nov05 11:20 AM Local)

"The Shadows, My Lover, The Art, My Mistress, Song My Child"
~Milliam Quicken Stoutfolk

The memort flasted across her eyes, quick as a shotting star, as the hin faced the huge owlbear before her. The beast, tearing apart the dead orc raider in two and a quarter, snarled his anger and swong at the hin, her silver shield at the ready, the magical High Elf Dagger drawn. Millia was ready...

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The hin woman turned immediately when she heard her littlest daughter, Robin, cry out in alarm on the 'Way of the Lion', on bright and warm day. The youngly hin was scrambling to safety as a Owlbear came charging up the embankment, gore dripping from it's beaked maw.

The hin woman, pushed her other charge, a leather clad hin child perhaps a year of two older than Robin's 4 & 1/2 years, behind her as she drew her short sword, instantly alive with fire licking along the flat of the blade to meet the beast. She growled out her commands, telling the hin children three to flee. Robin and Millia, complied immediately, leaving Akania and her eldest Daughter, willful Ginnia, her long daggers drawn and already, as a 9 year old, crossed in possition to parry the claws of the beast. As Akania was going to yell to her stuborn child to flee, a dark shadow appeared just in front the owlbear....

The children three were lined up along the road, waiting thier parents, a few passes away as they argued loudly. 'Dada' it seems arrived to save the day, as the corpse of the now mauled Owlbear rotted in the sun. "Why m-mums haves cry louds with Dadas, Gia?", mewed Millia, her blue cloak stained with grass and dirt from travel and advert adventure.

"I dunno, Mia, but you better shush up, Mums coming now..." The Elder child held a stiff upper lip. She knew she would draw a lot of ire for disobediance but the hin took after so much like her father, willful and bold, arrogant, traits that would serve her well as a fighter and brawler later in her adult life.

Only Robin remained quiet, sullen. She kept her feelings to herself and merely inhaled deeply the warm, wild air as the mother of the hins finally stopped to look over each of her children in turn. satified that they were well, they continued north back towards Baldur's Gate, and home.

Shadows trailed them enough. Gren was many things, a sometimes concerned father, the very least of those things. Brave enough to superimpose himself in front of the threat of the Owlbear, melting in from shadows itself....

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The hin shreeked as she ducked the claw swing barely, the sharp blades nicking away a chunk of her helms antlers. the creature was ready to swing again, sure to cross a crippling wound when magical bolts slammed into the side of the beast. the bombardment continued 3 times more before the sorceross JenWa stood over the dead and quivering Owlbear.

"Milli, are you ok?" The woman's voice range of concern for her friend as the hin crawled up to her feet. "Me is fines.... yes...." JenWa shook her head, smiled finally and mumbled out, "So much for a easy trip to visit Candlekeep"

But Millia was not listening, for as she dilligently was searching the dead beast and dismembered Orc, her thoughts raced wildly in her head. "[h] Muggle-Butt.... him is Dancer of Mask? as well as.... Dada...?" This little revelation concerned the hin greatly, for she knew well just how dangerous such a person could be with such powers...

The pair continued on their way to Belegost unmolested but thoughts and ideas plagued Millia. A lot in a year changes, but somethings don't, a issue the hin finds she had to deal with.... soon...

"The Shadows, IS My Mistress"
~Gren

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Sensous delights, Part one: Joisting with words and long lances (4Dec05 10:46 AM Local)

It started with the rain as Millia stepped outside under the awning of Amy's Inn. Grey skies hide Sune's fall and darkness was filling the rapid departing light gaps when -she- arrived, mischievous in step.

She stood under the eves herself, smiling a sharply and ever so beautiful. "Good eve." The woman folded up her umbrella, dressed in racy pink and red, lacy around her open wide bosom top.

"Me says Hello!"

That's about when -He- arrived as well, just his voice allone making the hin spin to face him, almost immediatly groaning out the words, Jasper... "...Two lovely women what more can a man ask for.... Hello Ladies..." A devilish wink to Millia then. "has been some time... I have missed your radiant face."

"Hello Jasper..." The woman spoke, her voice is polite and warm, but one could imagine the lock to her chastity belt just clicked closed, tightly. "let's get inside before I melt from the rain."

The threesome ended the inn, skuffing feet, shaking off the rain and hanging cloaks and bags before seeking seats by the fire, while the woman to be known as Lainey, when to get drinks from the bar. "Can I get anyone anything to drink?"

Jasper produced a flask from seeming thin air, holding it up, with a very big smile . "I got mine. you can have some of this, Millia." The hin gives him a polite if dubious look to Jasper, before blurting out loud. "uh... MILK, please?"

"where have you been Millia? sit be the fire and warm your pretty face." Again his devilish flirtations succede as the hin manuvers one of the chairs to plop into. That is when Lainey returned, but not with a bottle of Milk...

"I'm sorry.. but no milk.. How about slurp syrup?" The hin whined softly to herself, taking the bottle graciously, though still with a wrickle of her nose.

"Your very welco...." The woman's voice trails as Jasper speaks. "...and the lovely lainey." Jasper rises and makes a mock bowing for her return. "Thank you, Sir Jasper. the last time I was told that I got kissed."

The hin held her bottle on top her leathered thighs, and popped the cap, watching the interaction. "well then it is lucky." A sutle Wink to the woman's chuckle. "Not since he didn't feel anything. My pride still bears the wounds." Now it was Jasper's turn to chuckle. "Yes I must have a talk with that one"

Mental Thought: [Talk] *In a flat tone, in hin* Him touchs boobies.. me clobbers him. him just tallie version of muggles...

The hin suddenly has a smug expression as she sips her bottle, Jasper waving a dismissive hand. "Yes I must have a talk with that one."

The woman then laughed softly, full of warmth. "You know...", The woman spoke, tilting her head to the side in a sultery fashion. "...You made such an impression on me that I wrote a song about you Jasper."

Jasper's eyes came alive with excited emotion then, as did Millia's with great interest. "Oh!! Pray, grace us with a performance, Lovely Lainey?"

The woman pulled up her harp case from the floor next to her chair, openning it and laying the harp upon her lap. The hin's gasp is soft as she behold's the beautiful instrument, while The devilish Jasper smiled as he looked over the hin head to toe to note her excitement as the woman began to play...

Lainey: [Talk] *smiles slightly as she begins to play something that sounds very serious and romantic*

"Women better beware there's a rogue about,
Mamma's lock up your doors, shut them tight...
Fathers beware, for you'll not know he's there,
For he moves like a thief in the night."

"Oh the stars hold their breath when he's working,
He moves with such poise, grace, and style,
Meeting him you'll regret, from the moment you've met,
He'll fast steal your heart with his smile."

The woman strummed her fingers across the cords with ease as Millia then blurted out with a throaty pur of a growl, "Him steals virtues and undergarments, too!!!!!

"He'll beguile you with soft words and kindness,
Of his skills he'll not leave you in doubt,
You're heart you'll soon miss; he'll steal off with a kiss,
And the men will all soon be without."

"So be careful if you head to Eveningstar,
There's a rogue out that way I do fear,
Unless you wish to part, from your tender heart,
You're better off staying round here."

Lainey: [Talk] Lainey's Perform Check, Roll: 18 Skill Modifier: 11 = 29 *plays the melody a moment more before the notes still into silence* *chuckles*

The pair (and also Fren, the hin Inn Keep, as well!) claps enthusicastically, as Jasper cleared his throat. "You flatter my skills, Lovely Lainey. I am but a humble servant of the fairer sex."

The woman, placed her harp away, giving Jasper no clue to the degree her amusement... at first. Then she turned to look at Millia with a wide expression of mirth. "Did he steal your undergarments?"

"Never would I steal. I only take what is offered to me. I will have to let you get to know me better Millia, in that regard" The man gives a mock hurt expressionto Lainey before wink back at now blushing millia.

The woman crossed her arms, the act, raising her well endowed bosom to greater heights as she snorted. "And I'm sure your bedroom is decked in them, like the trophy room of some king. With the flags of his defeated so displayed. 'Alas poor Elicia.. she put up a fair fight..'

The man, a smug expression upon his mirth filled face, simply reclined back in his chair, as Millia growled at him with narrowed eyes. "Oh no.. the love of a woman is no trophy as if game to be hunted. not at all." A devilish smile. "They are like vessels of sweet wine as are you lainey the sweetest I would bet."

"Ah.. too bad you shall never taste the vintage my love." The woman smiled, the war of sex ensued once more. Millia herself covered her face as her blush grew.

Jasper merely winked, concieding the point to Lainey, ever the gentlemen. "one can never predict the furture. we never know what the day will bring..."

The hin then began kicking the front of her chair, as all three burst into laughter...