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Post by Sheyna Moonwolf on Jul 4, 2015 21:31:30 GMT
Rheyna blinks in surprise and a feeling of warmth flows through her veins as goose bumps rise on the skin of her arms and the hair raises on the back of her neck. She says quietly, "Oh my ..." and as her eyes brim with unshed tears she chokes out, "I ... " she gulps emotionally, "Perhaps my birth was not the curse my father thought it was." She closes her eyes a moment, overcome, and she unconsciously reaches back to touch her wolf friend. Her eyes open and she smiles widely at you all, and taking a deep breath she says, "Finally, a chance to make a difference in the world. A chance to redeem myself for killing my mother merely by being born." She looks gladly at all of you. "A chance for redemption, and perhaps a reason that I was born at such great cost." She seems almost to glow with purpose and relief after a life-long grief and guilt.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 21:41:45 GMT
Bards and Druids would be very familiar with the translated name at the bottom of the text.
It is taught by the Druid's that when Arda left the mists of Faerie, that the FIRST BARD, sang the world into the mortal plane.
This man was named Taliesin Son of Merlyn the .. Sairin Bardd of the Sidhe....
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Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 4, 2015 21:50:45 GMT
Nodding slowly in acknowledgement of her companions' reactions, Finola sits back in her chair. "If I'm interpretin' this correctly, the name at the end - this 'Taliesin' fella' - might be the one behind our bein' brought here. Whether he's the Taliesin or not, that's left to be 'eard, but I think it might be worth some lookin' into. Besides," she holds up her wrist and brandishes the star-mark, "'e wouldn't a' taken the trouble to round us all up if it weren't for some purpose, aye?"
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Post by Sheyna Moonwolf on Jul 4, 2015 22:09:34 GMT
Rheyna whispers, awe clear in her voice, "A story such as this, and these marks. It surely has the feel of Talieson. That we might be a part of his purpose is truly a wondrous thing."
Rheyna looks to the man standing behind the dwarf. "And you, sir. Is it you who did this thing?" She stands shakily. "Are we in the presence of the Great Bard himself?"
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 22:41:12 GMT
" nae I be not The Singer" he laughs
"Buit the one that be leaving the tome fer ya .. mayhap he was one of them Merlynites I be thinking at the time. Mayhap you check with them?"
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Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 4, 2015 22:50:24 GMT
"Worth a shot, in my book." Finola balances a fork on one finger as she speaks. "Jast got to think on how best t'find 'em."
She thinks for a minute; perhaps she can remember a place they'd be more likely to find this group.
(History: vVQYX6jf+2)
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 22:53:23 GMT
You realize no one has bothered to ask .. "where are we" as of yet
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Post by braden89 on Jul 4, 2015 22:56:10 GMT
Actually, admin, if you will recall my very first post, I asked in character where I had been taken  |
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 22:57:42 GMT
Sorry, I took that as rhetorical, as I do not think anyone else was in the room yet.
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Post by braden89 on Jul 4, 2015 22:58:58 GMT
It was indeed rhetorical. I just wanted bonus points for asking.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 23:06:34 GMT
The Dwarf, Calim MacMorn and his wife Molly own the Brier House, where you are staying.
Calim is a Pict Dwarf (hill dwarf) his wife is a gnomish woman from the Tors
You are in the Town of Caer Avernudd (City on the river Nudd) which is built on a brackish river in the south of the Kingdom of Rheged.
There is an enclave for the Guild of Merlynites in the City and it is close by
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Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 4, 2015 23:17:04 GMT
"Sounds like our best bet, if we're t'be lookin' for clues an' that." For a moment, she falls quiet, and her eyes slowly widen.
"Land's sakes...! I jast realized those buggers what took me 'ere seen me in the buff...!"
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Post by Sheyna Moonwolf on Jul 4, 2015 23:33:36 GMT
"And you sir, who are not The Singer, but who bears the same mark we do. What know you of this tattoo, and this tome, and what has happened to us that we've lost two months of our lives?" She looks expectantly at the man behind the dwarf.
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Post by gabetanenhaus on Jul 5, 2015 0:31:33 GMT
Smiling jauntily, as though the bile I'm currently choking down is sweet ambrosia, I step out of the shadows and approach the group at the table, yawning exaggeratedly.
"That's a fine bit of prophecy right there, eh" I announce. "Mind you I've heard better. But that's not bad."
I sit down and politely request some extra crispy bacon and anything that might resemble a potato in these parts. I then roll up my sleeve. "Guess we're all in the same boat, so to speak, eh?"
As I keep up my monologue, I'm looking around the establishment for any sign of the Cant. Despite my easygoing attitude, I'm intensely alarmed by my circumstances and desperate for clues.
"Name's Tommy Sunshine, friends," I announce. And I'm just as confused as the rest of ya's. I'm also at your service."
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Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 5, 2015 0:44:30 GMT
"Charmed t'make ye acquaintance, Mr. Sunshine," Finola flashes him a grin. "Welcome to the merry gang."
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