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Thread: Xen'drik. The Continent of Mysteries

Rey'ner moseyed into the run-down hole-in-the-dock. He knew the second he caught a whiff of the place that he would have to be on guard. What a great first day off the boat this is going to be, he whispered to himself wryly. Who would House Cannith be dealing with that would reside in this grungy old place, he thought. Rayner double checked his belongings to make sure all of it was there. He was almost certain SOMETHING would end up missing, and he was hoping that something wasnt his blood. Rayner took a quick look around for anything out of place, or, in this case, something suspicious would probably be IN place SPOT 16420. He drifts quickly to any open stools at the bar and breathes up the courage to address the one eyed bartender. Ahoy! I'll be takin' a cup o' ale and the story behind ye troubled eye! Rayner exclaimed as he set the 4 silver pieces in loudly on the counter. All he wanted to do was fit in long enough get accepted and be on his way into the jungle.
Thread: Xen'drik. The Continent of Mysteries

In a place such as this, Rey'ner draws more than a little attention. It's not too often that elves frequent bars like this, nor do they carry such gear. But most of the parton look away after a moment. Anyone that carriers that many blades is either crazy, or good with them. The bartender already has his eye on him as he approaches the bar. He craks a toothy ad fanged smile the the remark and weeps up the coins with a look before turning to fetch the ale. He returns a second later with a large tankerd of a darky heady brew. It smells nothing like what everyone else is drinking. it has more of a pleasant nutty smell. Well, let's just be saying that Drow fight dirty in a tussle, and on of them chains can move faster than you think He leaned down on the bar and looked closely at Rey'ner What be your business here kid? Ya got the smell of the sea on yah, but your looking like ya gotta purpose.
Thread: Xen'drik. The Continent of Mysteries

Rayner smirks more to himself than to his toothy-grinned bartender. A month on the sea will leave a smell for sure. And if that didn't give it away, the stagger from spending that much time on a rocking boat sure did. Rayner swigs the ale tentativly and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Sure, not many elves frequent this place, but Rayner was pretty gruff for an elf, yet he wasnt at all surprised at the greeting he received. Aye, I've got a purpose, his voice low enough so only the barkeep could hear. Have ye heard of a man by the name of Dorath? I's told he's awaitin here for meh.
Thread: Xen'drik. The Continent of Mysteries

Dorath huh? I haven't seen him in over a week. He moved about the the bar serving other patrons. I'm hoping your ship was early, because if you be running late, he might already be gone. He leave for a moment to fetch himself a mug of the same heady ale. Last I heard he was going off on another mad dash through the jungle. He sudders That be no place for a man, and a good place to get dead fast
Thread: Xen'drik. The Continent of Mysteries

Rayner laughs loudly at this. I sure hope he hasn't left, he'll surly be dead without me! If ye hear anythin' about him, me name's Cascade, Rayner Cascade. Rayner puts two more silver on the bar and motions to keep the drinks coming. He looks around for anyone eyeing him too interestedly -aware that wearing many blades has a tendency of attracting challengers just as easily it deters them- or anyone that matches the description of Dorath. SPOT 23
Thread: Xen'drik. The Continent of Mysteries

So your the young blood that signed on for this venture? He said with a laugh then he be LONG gone. Ya see, he's got this real funny thing of testing new guys. Sink or swim, if you be getting my meaning? He winked is one good eye knowingly A few people seem to be paying attention, but you're unsure if it's because you're new, or throwing money around. A pair seem to be paying more attention to you after you toss down the silver though
Thread: Xen'drik. The Continent of Mysteries

Sink or swim. I repeated to myself. I thought for a moment and decided that I'd rather enjoy a little fun, a little adventure. I knew of the traveler's curse of Xen'drik. How much head start he got didn't matter. A day or week, it wouldn't matter, it could take hours or months, if ever, to catch up to him again. I glanced quickly and dangerously to those who showed more than their fair-share of interest. I wouldn't want to have to hurt anyone on my first day in Stormreach, however, I had to admit that from what I heard, it was to be expected. Did he give a bearin' to where 'e was headed? I asked cooly and calmly, showing no sign of fear or worry that I had missed my mark.
Thread: Xen'drik. The Continent of Mysteries

Not that I heard. All he told me was deep into the jungle He thought for a second you might have som' better luck where he's staying. The Ship's Cat, out in Southwatch. He stays there mostly when he's in town
Thread: Xen'drik. The Continent of Mysteries

Well, then, thank ye for yer time. Would ye be able ter point me in the right direction? I told the barkeep. I kept a vigilant eye on the rest of the bar, watching my back for any daggers pointed in my general direction. SPOT 23
Thread: Xen'drik. The Continent of Mysteries

Southward is the most south east district, when ya be gettin' there just ask around, they'll point ya right Those two still seem to have an eye on you. They're taking more than friendly interest. I am using the real Stormreach map, so feel free to use it if you have it
Thread: Xen'drik. The Continent of Mysteries

Much appreciated mate! Cheers Not wanting any sort of unfriendly confrontations, I quickly headed out of the bar and in the direction the barkeep pointed me in. I kept an eye over my shoulder on the way out, more than half-expecting to be followed. My hands listed lazily to the hilt of Pierce , my trusty blade.
Thread: Collector

Castor moved through the large house room after room with rack after rack or Pokepyramids the things used fold space or something. He found the room with pokeboys the most rare were kept out in the open. Now which one of you want to come home with me all of them were drugged to keep them tame or because they were not tamed. He wore a black suit with netting gear hung of black hooks. you look good the sign had the name and age of the pokeboy he was draped over a branch. He place his hand on his face breaking the laser lights and setting of the alarms grabbing the pokeboy he war. he rolled under the gate ending up on top of the pokeboy it was damn hard not to think about that thing. come on i need you to run with me he gently slapped him on both cheeks trying to get him to wake up.
Thread: Collector

He couldn't remember where he was. One afternoon, he had been fishing berries from the creek down in the Johto region, and all of a sudden, this insane man had caught him with some unbeatable net that had been impossible to claw through. He was drugged, then set up for display out in the open with the many other Pokeboys who were set up like trophies in the collector's garden. He was conscious, but his body was paralyzed. When someone unfamiliar stole into the field, he opened his eyes, but before it was too late to warn the other man, the alarms were blaring. A prized Pokeboy was being snatched. Pokeboys were often collected not only for their breed, but because of their looks. Not all Pokeboys of the same species looked attractive. Only the ones with pure genes looked handsome like Eden did what with his feminine features and all. With a thud, he fell to the ground when they rolled out from the gate, his eyes narrowing up on Castor. He couldn't move, but with a bit of heavy willpower on his end, he struggled to get on his feet, then wrapped his fingers around the other boy's shirt for balance, not sure if he would be able to run this way.
Thread: Collector

Castor had been more an actor then a trainer playing the part or Anson Allbright the greatest poke collector in history. He had focused more on his looks then his skills at fighting until he found out about the collectors. He had been disgusted by the way they treated the pokeboy some like statues others as disposable tools. You can lean on me he offered placing his arm over his back as they fled the grounds. The boy was not heavy but it was clear that his legs were not working as well as they should be. The river was running fast he only had to place the boy on and push off before the river caught them. The men on the bank did not risk shooting instead attack pokeboy dogs jumped into the water chasing after them. A few hits was enough to get them to back off until they could get far enough away. are you ok he asked reaching for some medicine from his pack the day was not going as he had planned. he looked down at the pokeboy wondering what he was doing before he had become a rich mans plaything. !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href ... -128830334a!-- m --
Thread: Father land

Auto Reinhardt was the son of a famous general he had homes both in Berlin and the country side, and he was a great supporter of the Fuhrer. He had married young, in his teens and stayed wed long past the prime of his wife. When he looked at his wife he saw only the years that had passed her by. I am going to the country The black staff car was waiting for him in front of his brick manor house. He would never have slept with the help that would have been a humiliartion to a proud german woman. His son had taken Latin at 13 he was already a little scholar in the making with marks any father would be proud of. He had met his mistress a young Jewess who was well educated and traveled beyond even Europe. But sir what man woudl drive himself the Autobahn was not finished and given the environment might never be. He could drive many kilometers in only an hour, all the way to her small cottage. The yard was well maintained by a neighboring child he paid to make sure her home was well kept. He opened the door he could see his Frau in the kitchen cooking something his wife had become so useless. She could do little more then plan ways to spend his families money and complain about his work. Frau i wave a gift for you he moved opening the front gate he had not honked the horn. His clothing was made up of a long leather coat a military hat and dress gray uniform under neath above his leather boots. He rand and swam every weekend when he was not riding or fishing, this gave him an excellent body for his age.
Thread: Father land

Auto was an only child his father unlike himself had married for love taking up a young Irish barmaid when away on leave. He served in the first world war and hated the nay and air force with a passion. He had been brought out of retirement to construct the Atlantic wall. Had it not been for his transfer to the western front the would have found out about his relationship. My father made this cottage with his own two hands he had helped him rough hew the boards from old fallen wood. The boar had been more then enough to pry it from the murky depths. Auto took of his hat revealing short black hair blacker then pitch and as youthful as his time of basic training. My precious Rebekah he held out his arms taking her in them he leaned her over the table. He kissed her lips the same that had worshipped that small man who may one day lead Europe to ruin. The Italians were the soft belly of Europe and always had been. He could smell stew wafting around the kitchen he sat down placing her on his strong hips. Have you read all the books I found you books were like a drug in Europe an even more expansive. My wife is planning a great ball I should have the entire weekend The cabin had once been a hunting lodge. The walls were decorated with dead animals before he had them painted white with a sky full of clouds. He had the windows replaced with stain glass from a church. She was Jewish and most the themes were not religious but animals and knights and castles. He was in love with her youth the way she ate up the world and all the news he gave her. Even the war was one more adventure that he could explain to her making himself the hero. He stood up pulling out a laundry list of items from books to fresh ingredients for her stew pot. you should see Berlin my Schatz treasure he lifted her up spinning her around before setting her down. He placed the record on the record player placing his hand in hers the other on her waist. The Russians are on there last leg and I am sorry to say the stubborn British force us to bomb the city of London to ruble he did not like to give her bad news. The allies should just surrender France was already blooming once more under German care.
Thread: Father land

In the grave time of war and death, Auto was like a fresh flower blooming in the spring. He was always so light-hearted when he came to visit her, though as a soldier, his demeanor should be far worse than her own melancholy outlook on life. She should hate him by association, should loathe him entirely for his treatment of and involvement in the executions of her people. She couldn't, though, even if she wanted to. He never looked at her once like the other Germans had seen her filthy and a waste of life. He saw the beauty in her dark eyes and hair, never once claiming he wished her locks were flaxen and her brown orbs blue. She ran easily into his arms, clutching him to her frail body. Her fingers grasped his shirt, holding tightly as he dipped her back to kiss her. Head nodded toward the stack of books by the hearth, the pile disheveled and piled erratically as if she had sifted through all of them before finding the one she wanted. Yes, there isn't much else to do here except read. Though she knew why he mentioned her, Rebekah didn't want to hear about his wife or son. It was the other life he lived, the world in which she could not belong. It was a German world where he fought wars and killed Jews. In that world, Rebekah could no longer exist. Her God and his were the same, but somehow that separated her from the category of living to that of the deceased. Still, she was glad he would be here with her, easing her fear of the others like him. He maneuvered her so easily, lifting and spinning her around. When she was back on the ground and he began to speak of Russia, her hands reached to tug at his. Auto, what of Delilah and her husband? She is with child. My parents and brother, are they safe? They were the same two questions she always asked him, but each time she hoped to hear a different answer.
Thread: Father land

It was hard to juggle so many people especially the men who were always dealt with first. You're brother and You're sisters fiance are on the front digging tank trenches The Russians were not always on the defensive. While hard labor in extreme conditions the labor gangs at least were not be executed. There was always need to fix roads or throw up a latrine jobs that normal soldiers would not have to do. You're sister and mother are in General Hoffman's home he was one of a few sensitive German officers. For one reason or another, mainly greed some officers protected jewish woman. He continued to dance he could see that she was in the grip of a deep fear he body trembled against his. My treasure you know i would let nothing happen to you Her father was missing too old for work. It was possible that he had ended up in a camp he had great reach but he could not control fate. He held her close to him as he danced he tried to think of something to raise her spirits. He found it hard not to talk about his other life so he talked about the war trying to put a positive spin on it. Now the harvest festival will be taking place all over the country most of the soldiers will be too busy to search for one young Jew He did not often let her out of the house and only in his company. No one would question a German general and his mistress most looked the other way not even thinking to ask of she was a Jew. Now i have a new dress for you so i want you to get dressed he gave her rear a gentle slap.
Thread: Father land

There was an audible sigh heard from her lips, relief rushing over her in hearing that her mother and sister were safe while at least her brothers were out of the camps. He did not mention her father, and Rebekah was simply too afraid to ask him specifically of his well-being. I don't understand why so many German officers are risking their necks. She whispered, though she meant it more for herself than for him. Don't you think about your wife and son when you come out here with me? If we were ever discovered I would be slaughtered on-site while you were made to watch the brutality of your wife and son before you were executed. Are you sure I'm worth that risk? He held her close to him, his arms encircling about her to keep her steady to him. She believed he believed he would never let harm come her way, but they both knew how easily they could become casualties of war. How much longer could she hide in the woods until she was caught just like so many others? She buried her face in the curve of his chest, trying to let the music take over the mood. He certainly was trying to brighten her somber spirits, his hand playfully slapping at the curvature of her behind. She pulled back, forcing the best smile she could. A new dress seemed out of place for a time like this, but she would welcome anything that made them happy. Okay. Standing on tip-toe, she reached up and kissed his nose.
Thread: Father land

Not everyone has the same reason, a man i know called Schindler is running a factory full of Jews Some had Jewish relatives others simple did it as a show of there power and intelligence there was not one reason. He placed his case a small arm table sitting in the chair he unpacked his pipe. Lighting up he unfolded the paper most of it was nonsense propaganda like a planned invasion of the states through Alaska. He watched her size up the dress in a ornate full lentgh mirror. He watched her spin around the war and other events had made life hard for a great many people. His own career as teacher and investment banker had been cut short to bolster the younger inexperienced officers. As a youth he had become a low ranking officer as was customary his rank increase while in not actual service. You should pack some things the hill outside town and the square would all be decked out. It would be a short walk to the square and then to the hill. He stood up folding the paper over his arm he smiled watching her dress out of the corner of his eye. I may be able to bring you're brother to a neighboring town the mayor needs help repairing his house He smiled the door was still open he decided he would help her pack a few things. you know i think you may meet some new friends it was another reason he moved her she had to give up her old life or she may get caught.
Thread: Father land

He was keen on ignoring her direct questions, instead choosing to slight alter the subject. While he dug through his case for his pipe, Rebekah took the dress into the small bedroom. The door was left ajar, no reason to hide herself from him. Hands reached to unbuckle the belt at her waist. Fingers crept up her back, undoing the buttons that held the fabric in place. It slid to the floor, leaving her in a white slip and her garters and stockings. Stepping into the new garment, she fastened it on her body. It was pretty enough, though she thought it was the last thing she needed. A hand smoothed out the front of it, turning from side to side in the mirror to see how well it fit. Coming back into the room with him, she kissed his cheek. Thanks for the dress. He stood to start packing up some of her items, leaving her completely confused. She placed her palm atop his hand, stopping him. Wait, what are you doing, Auto? She asked, not wanting to leave. Where am I going? You know, you avoid a lot of my questions, but I'm not ignorant. I know there is a war going on and I know that Hitler, your Commander, is killing my people. I thank you for keeping my family safe, but you can't expect me to dance around like everything is okay.
Thread: Father land

He placed his hands on her he was a soldier and historian so lived with the idea of death every day. The war is no going as well as it should, we are stretched on all fronts you have already seen the shortages Germany was fighting the world and the world was fighting back Germany was being bled dry. Many people hired Jews because they had no choice men went to war and women worked the factories. I know he is a mad man and may destroy this country i love. Some said he invaded Russia blaming communism on the Jews. Sleep had eluded both of them sending men to die was a heavy burden. He wrapped his arms around her feeling her small warm body, the country was becoming so cold. Cold and dangeorus anyone could be sent to the wesetern front a death sentces. Hitler was a mad man seeing enemies in every place the plot to kill Hitler he knew of only in passing was only going to make it worse. You are alive and so are many of you're love ones, as for my own family i have made plans if worse came to worse she could run he had papers blackmail. That would make good reading to a half dozen double agents that the German intelligence were feeding miss information too. Now you can use a but of happiness, if anyone is more deserving then you i have not met such a saint he kissed her lips gently.
Thread: Father land

Rebekah captured his large hands and tugged them around her thin waist. Her head sank into his chest, her ear pressed firmly against the portion of his ribcage that protected his heart. It was unfair, this war. She and her people were simply victims of circumstance, completely undeserving of the torture the Germans were putting on them. She trusted no one, save for Auto. In fact, he could at any time turn her over to a camp if he pleased. She knew there was a price on her head, but she also trusted him enough to keep her safe. He seeks to destroy us, Auto. We who have done nothing wrong to him. All because my family does not believe the way that he does. Are we not all God's children, Auto? Are we, the Jews, not His chosen people? She paused, not wanting to pick a fight with the man she loved. Her lips kissed back, though she caught something he said that displeased her. Your family? Your wife and son? Pulling away from him, she walked over to the pretty stained glass window and leaned against it. In another world I wish that you and I could be family. That will never be, I accept that. Maybe you should tend to them more. They're in as much danger as I am.
Thread: Father land

His family was rotten from the roots handed everything in life taking it like manna from heaven the just due. They will be fine, my wife knows how to treat the officer core not that she woudl be so bold as to actually sleep with them. He was tired of thinking about the acts of madmen and politicians. Sometimes i yearn for the battle field you are only likely to be shot if running away Soldiers did not shoot there own they had a code of ethics, unless ordered to break it. Shh you know that it is the wheel of history, the Jews invaded there homeland in Palestine before there was a Palestine, then the Muslims invade all of The Arabian, Northern Africa and Spain. He felt like a teacher again those eyes so young he could have been back at the university where she should be. Should you not have some fun some happiness he kissed her lips before loading up the staff car. People from miles around were coming he even saw among the hundreds a yellow star or two mostly working for the ditch diggers. Now you must enjoy yourself, or how can i He smiled as he stopped the car. Plucking her out he spun her around and placed a flower on her chest. Now enough talk of the war people will think you unpatriotic he teased whipping away a single tear.