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Post by Slyfoot M'Zors on Aug 23, 2004 22:26:38 GMT -5
I don't know, I think this traveling is getting to me, but I have been having the most horrible nightmares lately. I can't get that voice out of my head. I remember his elvin accent quite distinctly. I have a nightmare of hearing his voice, and then him coming and murdering me while I am blind. I just can't get over it! I think the only way is if I talk to him some how. So here I will leave this note in this tavern.
Ellindar,
I am Slyfoot M'Zors. You requested a meeting. Though I am unable to meet you at this time because my location changes from night to night, I wish to hear from you. I do not know what matter it was that you wished to discuss, but I would like to a least hear from you. If you are out there, please, leave a message here. I stop by as often as I am in the area.
Enchantress M'Zors
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Post by Zugarok on Aug 24, 2004 15:29:52 GMT -5
::: Ellindar asks his friend Zugarok to clear a path through the ladies so that he may bone up on the news of day, posted on the far wall. He glances through the various loads of crack about trains at the orcs and people robbing the banks when he spies a small sheet of paper with sloppy (in his opinion) writing on it, addressed to him:::
"Zug, if you don't mind. Can you please hold my adoring fans at bay as I reply to sum, um, fan mail".
"Ug...me glad me sheeld iz hard coz deez ladeez iz crazy!"
"Thank you Ogre...this will take barely a moment"
::: the bard reaches into his lute bag and grabs a swath of parchment as well as a quill that seems to spout fire from the feathered side. He places the parchment against the wall and begins to write in flowing looping strokes :::
Dear Lady M'Zors,
As with all ladies that have come into contact with me or heard lesser musicians play my music, I can understand your infatuation with such a fabulous lyricist. I am sorry to hear that you can not bask in my comely visage, currently.
The topic of my previous quest to contact you is a rather personal issue that I do not believe would be suitable for such a public revelation. I will warn you now, however that it is not news of Bornus. Currently I have minions searching the continent of Tunaria for word of him, yet to that end it has been to no avail.
I hope that the issue that I chose to discuss with you is still pertinent upon your return. If not the gazing upon my fair likeness and hearing the sweet chords of my lute is no small consolation.
May the knowledge that you gain be fair payment for the journey,
~Ellindar
::: Upon the last stroke of his quill, the elf placed the parchment against the wall and stabbed a cheap dagger through it. Zugarok now having real trouble with the throngs was close to backing up on the elf. In a move of such agility that it seemed almost unearthly Ellindar stuffed the quill in his bag leaped upon the Ogres shoulders then sprang over the admirers and leapt through the door to the Tavern ::
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Post by Slyfoot M'Zors on Aug 24, 2004 22:29:12 GMT -5
::: Ellindar entered the tavern as a wave of females ran to greet him. Knowing from the rush that it was Ellindar who had entered, the Barkeep casually waved the handsome elf over to the counter. He handed him a small note sealed with the symbol of the M'Zors house upon red wax. Ellindar tucked the letter in his breast pouch, making the ladies swarm. The next morning, as he was walking back to his room, he remembered the letter. He dug around his pockets trying to find the letter, which had some how moved from his breast pocket to his carrying pouch during the night. He broke the seal and read the letter. :::
Ellindar,
I have seen you before in the tavern, and I must say I was far from graced by your presence. In fact, it has been a full year since I was upset so much, and that was when Bornus first went missing. You must know that I have relations with Bornus through someone. Actually, I do not know how you know so much about me. I have had nightmares about you. You truly horrify me. And being that you want to meet me in private to discuss “personal issues” does not make me feel any better. I will not be able to meet you for many, many moons. Nor do I want to. I would have to feel much more secure about you before I would even think to arrange such a meeting. You may be able to charm many girls Ellindar, but I remain untouched by such. And do not even try to use spells to charm me, for I am well aware of such spells and can easily avoid them.
Most assuredly,
Slyfoot Kinslayer
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Post by Zugarok on Aug 25, 2004 9:12:06 GMT -5
::: Ellindar refolds the letter and delicately sticks it between the strings and the fretboard of his lute. He tilts his lute against the wall of his room and motions for his companions to move over as he lays down in his straw bed and folds his arms behind his head. A contagious smile spreads across his lips as he stares dreamily at the ceiling :::
poor dark elf, she has lived quite the sheltered life if she has not heard of me and my fine reputation of song dance and adventuring. As far as a meeting put off by many risen and fallen journeys of Luclin. What is time to one who has lived a hundred years and is barely considered an adult by his own kind
::: takes back some of the blanket his companions have absconnded and closes his eyes dreaming of a song that could only have been played by the Maestra herself. :::
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