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Dec 13, 2003 21:59:09 GMT
Post by Kitsun on Dec 13, 2003 21:59:09 GMT
She smiled tiredly. "Rimmer, what would the world do without you..." Dalamar shook her head. "I meant to come back, I really did, but as mages go, I'm on the bottom rung of the "true" mages. I just don't have the power."
OOC: Mages, when they want to become full mages, go through the "Test" in the Tower of High Sorcery to prove they have the mental strength and will to reach the higher levels of power they'll get. She was just barely able to take the Test.
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Dec 14, 2003 1:02:02 GMT
Post by Rimmer on Dec 14, 2003 1:02:02 GMT
"Well now I just feel incredibly guilty because now we're both stuck here. It isn't like I expected the idea to work in the first place, but..." He paused with a sigh.
"It was an act of passion, and basically I wanted to redo the past that went so wrong for us. Sometimes I think--even with all the dangers--sometimes I still think that I should have stayed a knights apprentice. For you." He itched an annoying scar along the side of his nose, just below the bridge. It stung when he teared up, but he was quick to hide it, and blinked them off.
Rimmer drastically changed the subject. "How's life?"
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Dec 14, 2003 4:44:10 GMT
Post by Kitsun on Dec 14, 2003 4:44:10 GMT
Dalamar shook her head, not taking the bait. "Rimmer, I told you that I didn't think the past could be changed. I'm touched you wanted to, but by the gods, it wasn't meant to be. And as for life, I'm a healer now, and better at it than I was a mage."
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Dec 14, 2003 14:23:10 GMT
Post by Inagoahoma on Dec 14, 2003 14:23:10 GMT
Creyman finished his ale. Got up and walked over to the table the man and the women were sitting at. He walked straight to the man, drew his sword put it up so it was touching his chin and said "Lets go outside!"
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Dec 14, 2003 14:29:00 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 14, 2003 14:29:00 GMT
Largo looked up, half interested, his hand silently pulling his sword, ready.
He stood silently.
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Dec 14, 2003 14:31:35 GMT
Post by Inagoahoma on Dec 14, 2003 14:31:35 GMT
Creymen saw what the man was doing and aggressively said "this is none of your business just get back to what you were doing"
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Dec 14, 2003 14:33:19 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 14, 2003 14:33:19 GMT
Largo sauntered up to him. "Sit back down to your ale before I make it my business." He commanded.
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Dec 14, 2003 14:35:06 GMT
Post by Inagoahoma on Dec 14, 2003 14:35:06 GMT
Creymen pulled his sword away from the mans neck and exclaimed "I'll be back!"
Creymen left the pub.
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Dec 14, 2003 14:35:58 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 14, 2003 14:35:58 GMT
Largo smiled to himself, and put his sword away.
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Dec 15, 2003 16:05:07 GMT
Post by Rimmer on Dec 15, 2003 16:05:07 GMT
"What an odd boy," observed the suddenly wiser Rimmer.
He got up, and dismissed himself from Dalamar's table, apologizing the whole way. "Best go see what he wants. I'm sorry, but even as a surrogate knight, I can't back away from a challenge.
"And I don't think he knows what he's doing. I am an officer you know." Rimmer laughed and exited through the pub door, drawing his quaterstaff. A bit too early. He collided with the doorframe, the stick too wide and held wrong in order for him to pass through.
"Or maybe I don't know what I'm doing," he noted, embarrassed and lying on the floor.
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Dec 15, 2003 16:45:23 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 15, 2003 16:45:23 GMT
Largo seemed to give an inaudiable sigh.
He walked over to the man, grabbed the centre of the staff and yanked him to his feet.
"It would be advisable to ignore it."
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Dec 15, 2003 19:13:28 GMT
Post by Kitsun on Dec 15, 2003 19:13:28 GMT
Dalamar rested her head in her hand, slowly shaking her head. "Rimmer..." she sighed. "I guess some things never change."
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Dec 15, 2003 21:23:09 GMT
Post by Rimmer on Dec 15, 2003 21:23:09 GMT
"Who said I needed your help anyway?" he yanked his arm from the man's grip, more embarrassed than angered.
He didn't know this man, and the man didn't know him. Thus it was illogical for Rimmer to expect this kind ...yellow-eyed man to fully understand how deeply rooted the rite of challenge was in his lifeblood.
He took his quarterstaff in hand, replaced it on his back, while muttering curses on the way back to sit down. "I gotta remember to arrest him..." he mentioned, quietly.
"So talk about it dearie," he posed the question after he'd settled again in his seat. "What's this village like? People nice? Oh..." he laughed at some memory. "I hope your people don't keep too many around. No inns?"
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Dec 15, 2003 23:17:57 GMT
Post by Kitsun on Dec 15, 2003 23:17:57 GMT
"It's a pretty quiet place," she answered readily, with a smile. "The people are kind, and fairly generous, and they don't treat people like me like cow manure. There's a couple inns, but they're not very big. Mostly just places for spending one or two nights when either you're in trouble with the wife or you've got too much company to fit them all in your house."
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Dec 15, 2003 23:33:49 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 15, 2003 23:33:49 GMT
Largo believed he knew where they were talking about.
He guessed he should probably go back to his table.
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