Alright, I'm back and ready to go!

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Alright, so can we start now, Tur?

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

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(An awesome post, Tur!)

Vondell sat on a stool by the fire. He was in a corner, but was in plain sight of all. In his lap sat his harp, on side leaning against his shoulder, and another corner rested in his lap. He strumbed the cords, producing a beautiful calming sound. Vondell squared his shoulders and started to sing with a treble voice.
"I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in Summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen.
In every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door..."

The last note was long and eventually faded away. Just then a woman walked in with a scar on her cheek. Von thought nothing of it because, being a traveling Bard and playing at many Inns, he had seen many colorful characters. Von started on just a song for the harp that had no word. His fire lizard, that had been sitting on his shoulder, it's tail around Von's neck, had been hiding behind his head. It now peaked around the head to look at the newest arrival. It gave a chirp, and started to sing along with the music. Von smiled as his fire lizard, Nelnya, started to sing along with his playing. It's high voice added a beautiful harmony to the harp's melody...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(Awesome people I like this RP already )

Tristan cursed under his breath when his boots sunk even deeper in the mud. His journey had been a hell until now. For days it had rained, the roads which never had been restored after the war were hardly more than a trail and he was looking for a town which he'd visited months ago.
With his cane he found his way to the middle of the road which had been deserted. He hadn't met anyone on the road which made it hard for him to judge whether he was going in the direction for he based his route on memory rather than vision.
Suddenly he heard a dim sound of hooves and he halted, waved with his arm in the air and when th esound was near he cried: "Excuse me"
The horse slowed down. Out of my way you beggar an, obviously older man growled. Can't you see I'm in a hurry?
Ignoring the man's rudeness Tristan answered: "No I can't. I just wanted to know whether this is the correct road to the Dead Man Walking Inn."
The man laughed: Are ye blind fool? You're standing a few feet from the town's gate. He heard the man urge his horse in a galop and he left, still laughing.
Tristan continued his route. Night must have fallen for town was quiet but he didn't mind. Sometimes he wasn't allowed to enter town: No need of blind beggars they would say and only after showing his purse filled with coins they let him pass after emptying more than a fourth of it for compensation.
He entered the inn, which was comfortably warm. Using his cane he made his way over to the bar and asked for an ale. When there was no reply he moved to the left but suddenly bumped into someone. His cane fell on the floor. "I'm sorry" he said as he touched the floor in order to find it.

(( Anyone can jump in Sorry for the long post ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Dax sat a few feet from Vondell, smiling as she listened to him play. She fingured a lock of her curly hair, as a young women walked in. She had a scar on her face, Dax knew quite a few herbs that could have prevented that. Dax had cured quite a few scars over the past few years, a couple of her own, and some that had belonged to people she had met along the road.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

((Tristan is not that old ))

A light woman's voice spoke to him and placed his cane back in his hands. "Nor was I " he spoke silently. "Thank you." He smiled at her. "May I ask why a young lady like you bears such a heavy burden? Are you in trouble?" He looked at her quite concerned, although his eyes remained blank. He'd noticed the sad tone in her voice and he wondered why such a woman was here.. in an inn, which was filled with cheerful folk. He was taken aback by his own words, usually he never spoke his mind so openly, eventhough he seemed to be gifted to 'read' people but reality proved that people refused to accept themselves as they were.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Tristan nodded. Although he couldn't see her face he somehow felt she hesitated. But what did it matter she didn't answer truthfully? "My name is Tristan." he said and he dropped a few coins on the bar. The barkeeper took them eagerly, somehow not deaf anymore for his calls for an ale. "Works every time." he smiled.

(( lol doesn't matter I like the thing about the dragon, the communicating. It's cool ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

(( I'm off for the night Please don't go too far ahead without me ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Music, smoke, and voices clouded the air so thickly Amaran felt like he would drown. This inn was cozy to most, but to the shapeshifter this room was too filled, to closed in for comfort. He cared more for the light open air, and he hated the firey liquids that changed men's mind so. With a sigh he quickly shifted to a small, slender snake and slithered down to the ground, where hidden in shadow he shifted to his human form. With a bit off difficulty he began to push through the crowd, growling to himself about his mate he was supposed to come, but had never showed. All this rubish for nothing he muttered. He was close to the door when he smelt it. His nose was far more sensitive than a regular human nose, even in his human form. That's why, admist all the body oder and fragrant food, he could smell the strange scent the lady gave off. It wasn't a perfume oranything of that sort. It was a personal oder. He glanced sharply to the left and caught the woman in his gaze. She was young and quite pretty, considering the ugly gash that ran down her cheek.

Vondell, after finnishing the song with just the harp, sang a lively drinking son on request by the drunks. That song went by quickly, or at least it did to him to Vondell's relief. They were requesting another lively drinking song, but he shook his head.
"Let me get a drink before I sing another song," he said, and made his way to the bar, harp still in hand. He ordered a simple glass of water, and took his back to his stool by the hearth. Vondell prefered the warmth, being born and raised in the warmer southern climate. The bard took a few sips, set the cup down, and set his harp back in playing possision. He strummed it one then started playing a slower song, which was chorused with groans from the happy drunks. Vondell stopped mid-song with a sad sigh(that was one of his favorite songs), and started on another fast beat song that was well-known so much that more than half the tavern started singing along.
This is the down part to this job, Vondell though to himself, trying to ignore the out-of-tune voices of other singers.
Yet you love music, and barding is pretty much the only good-paying job these days that include music, he heard Nelnya's voice in his head.
I know, I know, Nelly. I guess every job has it's downside. He inwardly sighed, and stopped singing himself, but kept playing for the men who were singing...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

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