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farsickness2020-05-24 03:55 pm
darksmokerising) wrote in farsickness2020-05-24 03:55 pm
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Forging Ahead
WHO: Merlan O'Keefe & YOU
WHEN: The Rest of May - Beginning of June
WHAT: Doing shit and making things
WHERE: Gazin, The Forest, Merlan's Forge
WARNINGS: Cussing? Monster fighting.
WHEN: The Rest of May - Beginning of June
WHAT: Doing shit and making things
WHERE: Gazin, The Forest, Merlan's Forge
WARNINGS: Cussing? Monster fighting.
00.1 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮
She missed the magic, the gleam of chaos that had been Merlin, which is why she continued to work on various and sundry items out in her little patch of forest clearing. Surrounded by trees, now with a two bedroom house built from logs, sweat, and a bit of blood, Merlan found herself comfortable and actually, for once, rather content. It was a simple life, quiet, away from the town. She even had a spot for her warhorse, Thunder, now. It was only a two-stall barn and fenced pasture in the large clearing but it was well built. Thunder seemed to enjoy it, stocked with decent feed and the odd apple or treat she'd found somewhere along the way from Gazin to here. Her defences were tight and wards would tell her what lurked nearby and then create some truly hideous noises to scare off monsters.
On her porch, which was wrap-around, terminating at a gate where she'd coaxed a garden into both producing food and blooming flowers with a small pool of water with stones set into its mouth. Coin had been easier than most since she went out every few days to monster hunt, grabbing trouble here and there by its talons, head, horns or what-have-you.
Balls?
She missed the magic, the gleam of chaos that had been Merlin, which is why she continued to work on various and sundry items out in her little patch of forest clearing. Surrounded by trees, now with a two bedroom house built from logs, sweat, and a bit of blood, Merlan found herself comfortable and actually, for once, rather content. It was a simple life, quiet, away from the town. She even had a spot for her warhorse, Thunder, now. It was only a two-stall barn and fenced pasture in the large clearing but it was well built. Thunder seemed to enjoy it, stocked with decent feed and the odd apple or treat she'd found somewhere along the way from Gazin to here. Her defences were tight and wards would tell her what lurked nearby and then create some truly hideous noises to scare off monsters.
On her porch, which was wrap-around, terminating at a gate where she'd coaxed a garden into both producing food and blooming flowers with a small pool of water with stones set into its mouth. Coin had been easier than most since she went out every few days to monster hunt, grabbing trouble here and there by its talons, head, horns or what-have-you.
Balls?
Now, she sat sipping tea out of a pewter cup in the early morning as a hazy fog crept in. There was a sign that sat hung between two snug trees that said:
𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮 & 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬
(MONSTER HUNTING JOBS ACCEPTED)
(MONSTER HUNTING JOBS ACCEPTED)
It was neatly burnt into a piece of carved wood which was then shaped like a dragon roaring with the tongue as the signage. Merlan thought it was clever but who knew about the residents.
002. 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 & 𝓢𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰
If there's aynone in need around, Merlan is there to help! In fact, she'll even bring her warhorse so they can kick some ass if needed.
003. 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭
Wherever and whatever your please~002. 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 & 𝓢𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰
If there's aynone in need around, Merlan is there to help! In fact, she'll even bring her warhorse so they can kick some ass if needed.
003. 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭
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It took some doing to tear her eyes away, only to notice the blush on Merlan's face. Seeking to reassure her now that Merlan was the one flustered, she leaned in a little closer, pointedly casual in how she placed an elbow on the table, and said, "No need to put them back. They're just going to make you a more valuable hostage when I take you to my lair of villainy."
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"You like them, my lady brigand?" she asked, her green eyes fairly sparkling as leaned in as well, waggling her eyebrows. The high points of her cheeks were still flushed but she didn't look away as her a wingtip brushes Renfri's shoulder.
"I need to practise more but they do let me fly. I just haven't gotten around to figuring out how to launch from the ground quite yet. The hop-jump looks ridiculous."
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"Then you will have to practice," she declared grandiosely, "I can't have any of my brigands hopping around like a flightless bird!" Her attention, though, that was already on the wing tip that was brushing her shoulder and with this touch, she found herself reaching out, running her fingers over the tips of her wing.