A Ranger's Tale
Chapter Five: Troubles with Men.
Author's note: Once again. I only own the characters, expect Lumenie, she's my sister's. I don't own EQ.
" Listen, I'm sorry I took your kill, but I thought he was going to kill you. You can still loot the corpse." Maylaie said to the male wood elf warrior in front of her. While hunting in Crushbone with Jardora and Aitira, Maylaie had killed one of the three orc centurions attacking the warrior, believing she was helping, but all she got in return is being yelled at. " I only needed that orc to ding! Now I have to go find another one." the warrior crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. " Is there anything I can do to make amends?" Maylaie asked. The warrior studied Maylaie carefully, giving her a once over, and then he smiled, oily. " I can think of something you can help with, sweet thang." The warrior said, an oily tendency adding to his voice, as he wrapped an arm around Maylaie's waist. " Oh I see you need help taking a cold bath." Maylaie growled, grabbing the offending arm, and throwing the warrior into the nearby Crushbone River. " Come on baby. I'm the best elf you can get," the warrior sputtered, surfacing from the water. " Yer not a elf laddy, yer nothing but a 'orny bunny!" Jardora yelled at the warrior. " I can't believe some people. Believing that because you tried to help, and accidentally stole a kill, that you should have to repay him with sex! Some elves!" Aitira growled softly. Maylaie sighed, " I suggest we get back to Kelethin. My pack's full." " Aye, mine's getting' a wee bit 'eavy too." Jardora said. " To Kelethin we go." Aitira grinned.
***
Maylaie hummed to herself as they headed to Kelethin. Jardora and Aitira were still fuming over the lude warrior. She didn't really mind, just as so long as he didn't start stalking her, she could careless, people had worse ways of getting sex. " Maylaie, I don't know 'ow ye can live somewhere so 'igh up." Jardora commented, as the stepped on the orc lift. " It takes getting used to. Rule number one is never go drinking and then take a walk in Kelethin." Maylaie said, pulling up the lever, " I honestly don't know how that drunkard high elf does it." " Maybe he just pretends to be drunk so people will leave him alone." Aitira suggested, and then looked curious, " Maylaie have you ever been drunk here?" Maylaie chuckled. One of Aitira's best qualities was her passion for knowledge, trivia or otherwise. " Only once. I swiped a glass of my mom's homemade bog juice when I was six. That's stuff is pretty strong for a wood elf of six seasons. One moment I was walking along, chasing after purple bunnies, the next I'm falling off of Kelethin. Thank Tunare for those catching spells, or I'd be very very dead. It still hurt a lot when I hit the ground though; nothing sobers you up like pain. My parents couldn't decide wherever to scold me, or comfort me, so they took turns doing both." " Purple bunnies?" Jardora asked. " I was also on a sugar rush." Maylaie said, as way of explaining. After selling their loot, the three friends walked around Kelethin, talking and just looking around at the merchants' items. " After most of the adventurers went to the Bazaar, the merchants don't have as much anymore." Aitira commented. " They can still sell some of those newbie quest armour items." Maylaie shrugged. " I 'ave to 'ead off to Kaladim now guys." Jardora said, " I dinged while in Crushbone and I need to do some trainin'."
" Why do you just go to Felwithe? If you want I can give you two a
guided tour of my home town." Aitira suggested " Sounds great!" Maylaie said, she had already been to Felwithe several times on separate occasions, but seeing it through Aitira's eyes would be interesting. " It would be fun lass, and afterwards, we can go drinkin'!" Jardora grinned. Maylaie and Aitira just laughed at their dwarfish friend.
***
Maylaie grinned looking around Felwithe, Jardora had finished training at the Paladin guild, and, Aitira had already given them a guided tour of Felwithe and now they were heading to her house so that she can put some stuff away. " I must admit Aitira lass, yer town is mighty beautiful, I've never seen so many roses in my life. But it doesn't compare to the nice cool underground beauty of Kaladim." " Just like I'll always love Kelethin dizzying heights." Maylaie remarked, smiling. " We all love our home towns more then anywhere else. I love the way the roses smell and the marble shines." Aitira commented. Soon they arrived an area near the river that flowed through Felwithe. The house before them was well sized, and well taken care of. It was elegant and chic. Maylaie gave a whistle of awe. " Welcome to my humble abode guys. Shall we enter?" Aitira said opening the door.
***
Aitira entered after Maylaie and Jardora, and breathed deeply, a little bit envious. The air was scented with exotic spices and was very clean. Aitira often wished that her home had the homely cooking smell that Maylaie's had, or had that lived in slightly dirty feeling that her Jardora's had. Aitira's mother did make the home comfortable, with warm smelling spices; sometimes Aitira wished it were more natural. " Dear welcome home!" came a singsong voice. The owner of the voice was a high-elf with silvery blond hair and blue eyes like sapphires. She didn't show her age, and Aitira didn't expect her to. " Hi mom." Aitira said, hugging the high-elf. " That's her mom? I thought it was her sister." Aitira heard Maylaie whisper to Jardora. " Mom, this is Maylaie Wolfcall, a ranger and Jardora Rocksword, a paladin, guys, this is my mom, Olandia Gemshine, a wizardess." Aitira said, indicating her friends. Both of them bowed. " Nice to meet you Lady Gemshine." Maylaie said, still bowed. " Aye, tis a pleasure to meet the lass that raised the bonny wee Aitira." Jardora added, still bowed as well. " Please dears, you don't have to bow to me. I'm just an average citizen." Olandia said. Maylaie and Jardora looked around house, and looked but at Olandia a bit skeptical. " Aitira's father is an enchanter, and a very good jewel smith." Olandia said, as way of explaining, adding, " Our entire family has been wizards and enchanters, Aitira broke that little tradition though." " Well mom, I just came home to drop off some stuff at home, then we're going to Felwithe Fish House for a drink." Aitira said heading upstairs. At that moment another female high elf came into the house, this one looked a bit like Aitira, with the same shade of blonde hair and blue eyes, but she looked more regal, and looked less battle worn. " Oh, hello there." the elf smiled at Maylaie and Jardora. " Lumenie! It's good to see you. This is Maylaie Wolfcall and Jardora Rocksword, they're Aitira's friends. This is Aitira's older sister, Lumenie." Olandia said, adding, " She's a wizardess." " Hello mom. I thought it was time I paid you a visit." Lumenie said hugging her mother. " Lumenie! How have you been?" Aitira said coming back down the stairs. " I've been good Aitira. You?" " Pretty good. Want to come to the Fish House with us?" " No thanks." Lumenie smiled, " I'll be here for awhile, so maybe later we can do something." " Okay, sounds good to me. I'll see you later." Aitira smiled, heading out the door, Maylaie and Jardora close behind. " You have a nice family Aitira." Maylaie commented, then hesitated, " but..." " I felt like bopping yer mam when she made that comment about you breakin' tradition." Jardora added. Aitira smiled and shrugged. It was great that her friends cared for her enough to defend, even if it was against her own family. " Mom doesn't mean to. And she doesn't seem to mind my love of Tryen. Grammy, the family monarch, now she's awful. Every time I see her, its either she tries to get me away from Tryen, or that Lumenie is doing so much better then me. That's one of the reasons Lumenie moved away. She didn't want to be a constant reminder for Grammy. Too bad Grammy still does it." Aitira sighed, deciding it was best not to mention how much she missed her sister. Maylaie and Jardora gave Aitira a huge hug. " Don't worry lass, we love ya the way ye are." Jardora said, releasing Aitira from her embrace. " And we wouldn't change you for the world." Maylaie added grinning. " Well then, lets get drinking!" Aitira grinned.
***
Jardora took a strong pull of her ale. It wasn't bad, for high elf fare. Looking over at her elfish friends, Jardora smiled. The had already been at the fish house an hour, and Aitira just started drinking alcohol, Maylaie was still drinking her root beers and fruit juice. Maylaie rarely started drinking, only once and awhile she did, and only once and awhile would she get pissed drunk then. Funny thing was that Maylaie could out drink heavy drinkers, it was kind of scary. " Excuse me ladies, may I ask your ranger friend to share a bottle of elven wine with me?" A high elf paladin asked. He was fairly handsome, but he had a more rustic look to him, not like a paladin, his armor was amazing thought. Silver, engraved with ivy leaves, shining brightly. " Go for it lass!" Jardora whispered to Maylaie. " Come on, one little drink couldn't hurt." Aitira added. Maylaie grinned, " I'd be honored sir paladin." Maylaie said, accepting the paladin's hand, and going to his table. After about a half-hour or so, the high-elf got up to go to the bathroom, and Maylaie quickly stumbled over to the bar. Jardora knew something was wrong instantly, Maylaie had only one glass of wine so far, and she shouldn't be drunk already. " Maylaie, what's wrong?" Aitira asked. " I don't know.... I feel so dizzy and weird," Maylaie, slurred, head in her hands. Jardora sniffed Maylaie's breath and growled, " That so called paladin is feedin' ya sleep bloom. A very nasty wee drug." " I say we get Iko to.... talk to him." Aitira grinned predatorily. " No got to make sure he doesn't do this again." Maylaie muttered. " I h-h-have a-a-an idea." Said a small voice beside Jardora. Looking down, she saw a brown haired, brown eyed, purple robed gnome. " How so?" Jardora asked. " I'll s-s-s-show y-y-you. J-j-just get to the w-w-way you w-w-were before." the gnome said. Maylaie stumbled back over to the table. The gnome whispered something to the bartender, and went into a room behind the bar. The high-elf 'paladin' came back and poured them each a new glass of wine. Suddenly, slow, entrancing music filled the air, and a scantly clad wood elf danced out from the backroom. The dancer swayed and spun her way around the room, stopping at the 'paladin's' and Maylaie's table. The high-elf, who seemed more fascinated with the dancer's endowments never notice the wood elf quick movements in switching the glasses. Jardora barely caught it herself, and grinned when Pixie Dust was added to Maylaie new glass. Pixie dust reversed the effects of sleep bloom, even in alcohol.
When the dancers made her exit, Maylaie and the high-elf began drinking again and chatting. The little gnome came out of the back room, she looked the two drinkers. Maylaie appeared to be sobering up while the high-elf looked drunker and drunker. " I-I-I'm g-g-g-glad that worked. I-I-I h-h-hate using that form." The gnome replied. " Oh, you're an enchanter, eh?" Aitira enquired. " Yes." The gnome replied simply. Soon, Maylaie came back over to them supporting the very dozy high elf under her arm, one of his arms slung across her shoulders. " Ok, now what do we do with him?" All sign of slurring was gone, in fact it was nearly impossible to tell Maylaie had been drinking all, expect for the scent of wine on her breath. " Well, there I-I-is a h-h-hail storm tonight." The gnome offered. " To the roof! " Aitira grinned.
With Maylaie and Aitira carrying the high-elf's top off, Jardora carrying the bottom half, and the gnome walking in fornt of them, to warn them about bad steps, the new quartet headed to the Felwithe Fishhouse roof. " By gar! With all this bloody armor, this lad is 'eavey!" Jardora grumbled. " Keep that in mind next time you drink so much you 'have to be carried out." Aitira commented with a grunt. Finally they had the elf on the roof, positioned so that his armor would receive many a dent. The gnome placed a spell on him, which she said would keep him from waking up until morning, and keep him from breaking bones, " I-I-I think this'll be enough." The gnome said, after casting the spell. " So what's your name, oh marvelous prankster?" Maylaie asked. The gnome went beet red, and replied. " I-I-It's Tinka. Tinka Tinkerson."
" If there was ever a typical gnomish name.." Aitira muttered. " What do you guys think? Think we can use an enchanter in our group?" Maylaie grinned. " Definitely, it'll be nice to have another full blooded caster in the group." Aitira nodded. " Aye, I'm getting' tired of being the only short one!" Jardora added. " So we're agreed, care to join our little group, Tinka?" Maylaie asked, turning to Tinka. " I-I-I'd love to!"
***
Tinka looked around in wonder. Maylaie, Jardora and Aitira and Lumenie, Aitira's sister, were sitting in a clearing that Maylaie showed them, in Greater Faydark. Taking a break from hunting, they decided to work on trade skills for a bit. Maylaie was fletching, Aitira and Lumenie were sewing, Jardora was sharpening all the rusty weapons she found and Tinka was reading a book on tinkering, even if she wasn't allowed to tinker yet by gnomish laws. The sound of a twig snapping got everyone's attention. The 'paladin' from the night before stood at the mouth of the clearing. Dressed in cloth and leather, he looked much more like a stable hand then a paladin; maybe the minor bruises on his face helped. To his right was a real paladin. There was no mistaking those regal high cheek bones and noble eyes as anything else, even if he was only wearing leather armor. He was carrying the severally dented silvery armor of last night.
" Greetings good ladies. I came to apologize for my comrades actions." The paladin spoke in a regal tone; " My friend had offered to polish my armor as repayment for a good word I put in for him in the cleric guide. I agreed and left for home. Unfortunately, temptation got the better of him. Not many she-elves find my friend attractive when they discover him to be a mere stable hand, forgetting how important the job is. At any rate my friend donned my armor in attempt to woo she-elves. I'm terribly sorry miss that he chose you." The Paladin bowed deeply.
" I'm deeply sorry lady ranger. If it helps any, I found our conversation deeply gratifying." The other elf bowed. " I was wondering why you felt so comfortable talking about animals. At any rate, no harm done. I know someone who can hammer out those dents in your armor. Tanak Wolfcall's forge. Third hunt on your right in Kelethin, two platforms to the left from the newbie lift." Maylaie said. " Thank you good lady." Both elves bowed again and left the clearing. " ACK! Why didn't you get his name?" Lumenie squeaked, then the high elves were out of earshot. " Not my type." Maylaie said, turning back to her fletching. " That doesn't mean he wasn't my type!" Lumenie demanded. The group laughed, and returned to their activities. Tinka grinned to herself; she was going to like these guys.
Author's note: Ok, sorry this chap took so long, school's almost out so the next chaps shou;d be quicker. Okay, I'd like to address some points that Winterfox brought up. Sorry I started spelling his name differently, accident, and even though it urks you, Terrain was one part joke, one part,
' AHHH! What am I going to name him?!' On about the whole regilious choice, allow to explain. I have never been one to believe that an entire race is good or evil, or follow one god. So it's my belief that some high elves might lie about which god the follow to gain social expectance, the choosers just make sure that someone doesn't lie. About the job choosing, I admite, I goofed on that one. I planning on changing before chapter eight goes up, where it'll mention that even though the choosers suggest what class you'd be better at, and you can go your own road if you chose, it's just moat people follow their advice. Thank you for the advice, I'll fix the errors when I redo the fics. I've changed my mind and I'll fix them after chapter seven and before chapter eight. And for those of your who have read these before and are scrathing your heads at the chapter line-up, I'll explain. I thought it would be better to have the sister bonding fic right before chapter seven.say no more. Lets see anything else? Jardora: We wanna rant! -_- for the hundredth and sixty eighth time: NO! Jardora: Ah! But we brought help! Help? Dwarf rifleman: THIS IS MY BOOMSTICK! EEP! Until next time-:: gun fire:: RUN LIKE THE WIND! :: dashes off::
Chapter Five: Troubles with Men.
Author's note: Once again. I only own the characters, expect Lumenie, she's my sister's. I don't own EQ.
" Listen, I'm sorry I took your kill, but I thought he was going to kill you. You can still loot the corpse." Maylaie said to the male wood elf warrior in front of her. While hunting in Crushbone with Jardora and Aitira, Maylaie had killed one of the three orc centurions attacking the warrior, believing she was helping, but all she got in return is being yelled at. " I only needed that orc to ding! Now I have to go find another one." the warrior crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. " Is there anything I can do to make amends?" Maylaie asked. The warrior studied Maylaie carefully, giving her a once over, and then he smiled, oily. " I can think of something you can help with, sweet thang." The warrior said, an oily tendency adding to his voice, as he wrapped an arm around Maylaie's waist. " Oh I see you need help taking a cold bath." Maylaie growled, grabbing the offending arm, and throwing the warrior into the nearby Crushbone River. " Come on baby. I'm the best elf you can get," the warrior sputtered, surfacing from the water. " Yer not a elf laddy, yer nothing but a 'orny bunny!" Jardora yelled at the warrior. " I can't believe some people. Believing that because you tried to help, and accidentally stole a kill, that you should have to repay him with sex! Some elves!" Aitira growled softly. Maylaie sighed, " I suggest we get back to Kelethin. My pack's full." " Aye, mine's getting' a wee bit 'eavy too." Jardora said. " To Kelethin we go." Aitira grinned.
***
Maylaie hummed to herself as they headed to Kelethin. Jardora and Aitira were still fuming over the lude warrior. She didn't really mind, just as so long as he didn't start stalking her, she could careless, people had worse ways of getting sex. " Maylaie, I don't know 'ow ye can live somewhere so 'igh up." Jardora commented, as the stepped on the orc lift. " It takes getting used to. Rule number one is never go drinking and then take a walk in Kelethin." Maylaie said, pulling up the lever, " I honestly don't know how that drunkard high elf does it." " Maybe he just pretends to be drunk so people will leave him alone." Aitira suggested, and then looked curious, " Maylaie have you ever been drunk here?" Maylaie chuckled. One of Aitira's best qualities was her passion for knowledge, trivia or otherwise. " Only once. I swiped a glass of my mom's homemade bog juice when I was six. That's stuff is pretty strong for a wood elf of six seasons. One moment I was walking along, chasing after purple bunnies, the next I'm falling off of Kelethin. Thank Tunare for those catching spells, or I'd be very very dead. It still hurt a lot when I hit the ground though; nothing sobers you up like pain. My parents couldn't decide wherever to scold me, or comfort me, so they took turns doing both." " Purple bunnies?" Jardora asked. " I was also on a sugar rush." Maylaie said, as way of explaining. After selling their loot, the three friends walked around Kelethin, talking and just looking around at the merchants' items. " After most of the adventurers went to the Bazaar, the merchants don't have as much anymore." Aitira commented. " They can still sell some of those newbie quest armour items." Maylaie shrugged. " I 'ave to 'ead off to Kaladim now guys." Jardora said, " I dinged while in Crushbone and I need to do some trainin'."
" Why do you just go to Felwithe? If you want I can give you two a
guided tour of my home town." Aitira suggested " Sounds great!" Maylaie said, she had already been to Felwithe several times on separate occasions, but seeing it through Aitira's eyes would be interesting. " It would be fun lass, and afterwards, we can go drinkin'!" Jardora grinned. Maylaie and Aitira just laughed at their dwarfish friend.
***
Maylaie grinned looking around Felwithe, Jardora had finished training at the Paladin guild, and, Aitira had already given them a guided tour of Felwithe and now they were heading to her house so that she can put some stuff away. " I must admit Aitira lass, yer town is mighty beautiful, I've never seen so many roses in my life. But it doesn't compare to the nice cool underground beauty of Kaladim." " Just like I'll always love Kelethin dizzying heights." Maylaie remarked, smiling. " We all love our home towns more then anywhere else. I love the way the roses smell and the marble shines." Aitira commented. Soon they arrived an area near the river that flowed through Felwithe. The house before them was well sized, and well taken care of. It was elegant and chic. Maylaie gave a whistle of awe. " Welcome to my humble abode guys. Shall we enter?" Aitira said opening the door.
***
Aitira entered after Maylaie and Jardora, and breathed deeply, a little bit envious. The air was scented with exotic spices and was very clean. Aitira often wished that her home had the homely cooking smell that Maylaie's had, or had that lived in slightly dirty feeling that her Jardora's had. Aitira's mother did make the home comfortable, with warm smelling spices; sometimes Aitira wished it were more natural. " Dear welcome home!" came a singsong voice. The owner of the voice was a high-elf with silvery blond hair and blue eyes like sapphires. She didn't show her age, and Aitira didn't expect her to. " Hi mom." Aitira said, hugging the high-elf. " That's her mom? I thought it was her sister." Aitira heard Maylaie whisper to Jardora. " Mom, this is Maylaie Wolfcall, a ranger and Jardora Rocksword, a paladin, guys, this is my mom, Olandia Gemshine, a wizardess." Aitira said, indicating her friends. Both of them bowed. " Nice to meet you Lady Gemshine." Maylaie said, still bowed. " Aye, tis a pleasure to meet the lass that raised the bonny wee Aitira." Jardora added, still bowed as well. " Please dears, you don't have to bow to me. I'm just an average citizen." Olandia said. Maylaie and Jardora looked around house, and looked but at Olandia a bit skeptical. " Aitira's father is an enchanter, and a very good jewel smith." Olandia said, as way of explaining, adding, " Our entire family has been wizards and enchanters, Aitira broke that little tradition though." " Well mom, I just came home to drop off some stuff at home, then we're going to Felwithe Fish House for a drink." Aitira said heading upstairs. At that moment another female high elf came into the house, this one looked a bit like Aitira, with the same shade of blonde hair and blue eyes, but she looked more regal, and looked less battle worn. " Oh, hello there." the elf smiled at Maylaie and Jardora. " Lumenie! It's good to see you. This is Maylaie Wolfcall and Jardora Rocksword, they're Aitira's friends. This is Aitira's older sister, Lumenie." Olandia said, adding, " She's a wizardess." " Hello mom. I thought it was time I paid you a visit." Lumenie said hugging her mother. " Lumenie! How have you been?" Aitira said coming back down the stairs. " I've been good Aitira. You?" " Pretty good. Want to come to the Fish House with us?" " No thanks." Lumenie smiled, " I'll be here for awhile, so maybe later we can do something." " Okay, sounds good to me. I'll see you later." Aitira smiled, heading out the door, Maylaie and Jardora close behind. " You have a nice family Aitira." Maylaie commented, then hesitated, " but..." " I felt like bopping yer mam when she made that comment about you breakin' tradition." Jardora added. Aitira smiled and shrugged. It was great that her friends cared for her enough to defend, even if it was against her own family. " Mom doesn't mean to. And she doesn't seem to mind my love of Tryen. Grammy, the family monarch, now she's awful. Every time I see her, its either she tries to get me away from Tryen, or that Lumenie is doing so much better then me. That's one of the reasons Lumenie moved away. She didn't want to be a constant reminder for Grammy. Too bad Grammy still does it." Aitira sighed, deciding it was best not to mention how much she missed her sister. Maylaie and Jardora gave Aitira a huge hug. " Don't worry lass, we love ya the way ye are." Jardora said, releasing Aitira from her embrace. " And we wouldn't change you for the world." Maylaie added grinning. " Well then, lets get drinking!" Aitira grinned.
***
Jardora took a strong pull of her ale. It wasn't bad, for high elf fare. Looking over at her elfish friends, Jardora smiled. The had already been at the fish house an hour, and Aitira just started drinking alcohol, Maylaie was still drinking her root beers and fruit juice. Maylaie rarely started drinking, only once and awhile she did, and only once and awhile would she get pissed drunk then. Funny thing was that Maylaie could out drink heavy drinkers, it was kind of scary. " Excuse me ladies, may I ask your ranger friend to share a bottle of elven wine with me?" A high elf paladin asked. He was fairly handsome, but he had a more rustic look to him, not like a paladin, his armor was amazing thought. Silver, engraved with ivy leaves, shining brightly. " Go for it lass!" Jardora whispered to Maylaie. " Come on, one little drink couldn't hurt." Aitira added. Maylaie grinned, " I'd be honored sir paladin." Maylaie said, accepting the paladin's hand, and going to his table. After about a half-hour or so, the high-elf got up to go to the bathroom, and Maylaie quickly stumbled over to the bar. Jardora knew something was wrong instantly, Maylaie had only one glass of wine so far, and she shouldn't be drunk already. " Maylaie, what's wrong?" Aitira asked. " I don't know.... I feel so dizzy and weird," Maylaie, slurred, head in her hands. Jardora sniffed Maylaie's breath and growled, " That so called paladin is feedin' ya sleep bloom. A very nasty wee drug." " I say we get Iko to.... talk to him." Aitira grinned predatorily. " No got to make sure he doesn't do this again." Maylaie muttered. " I h-h-have a-a-an idea." Said a small voice beside Jardora. Looking down, she saw a brown haired, brown eyed, purple robed gnome. " How so?" Jardora asked. " I'll s-s-s-show y-y-you. J-j-just get to the w-w-way you w-w-were before." the gnome said. Maylaie stumbled back over to the table. The gnome whispered something to the bartender, and went into a room behind the bar. The high-elf 'paladin' came back and poured them each a new glass of wine. Suddenly, slow, entrancing music filled the air, and a scantly clad wood elf danced out from the backroom. The dancer swayed and spun her way around the room, stopping at the 'paladin's' and Maylaie's table. The high-elf, who seemed more fascinated with the dancer's endowments never notice the wood elf quick movements in switching the glasses. Jardora barely caught it herself, and grinned when Pixie Dust was added to Maylaie new glass. Pixie dust reversed the effects of sleep bloom, even in alcohol.
When the dancers made her exit, Maylaie and the high-elf began drinking again and chatting. The little gnome came out of the back room, she looked the two drinkers. Maylaie appeared to be sobering up while the high-elf looked drunker and drunker. " I-I-I'm g-g-g-glad that worked. I-I-I h-h-hate using that form." The gnome replied. " Oh, you're an enchanter, eh?" Aitira enquired. " Yes." The gnome replied simply. Soon, Maylaie came back over to them supporting the very dozy high elf under her arm, one of his arms slung across her shoulders. " Ok, now what do we do with him?" All sign of slurring was gone, in fact it was nearly impossible to tell Maylaie had been drinking all, expect for the scent of wine on her breath. " Well, there I-I-is a h-h-hail storm tonight." The gnome offered. " To the roof! " Aitira grinned.
With Maylaie and Aitira carrying the high-elf's top off, Jardora carrying the bottom half, and the gnome walking in fornt of them, to warn them about bad steps, the new quartet headed to the Felwithe Fishhouse roof. " By gar! With all this bloody armor, this lad is 'eavey!" Jardora grumbled. " Keep that in mind next time you drink so much you 'have to be carried out." Aitira commented with a grunt. Finally they had the elf on the roof, positioned so that his armor would receive many a dent. The gnome placed a spell on him, which she said would keep him from waking up until morning, and keep him from breaking bones, " I-I-I think this'll be enough." The gnome said, after casting the spell. " So what's your name, oh marvelous prankster?" Maylaie asked. The gnome went beet red, and replied. " I-I-It's Tinka. Tinka Tinkerson."
" If there was ever a typical gnomish name.." Aitira muttered. " What do you guys think? Think we can use an enchanter in our group?" Maylaie grinned. " Definitely, it'll be nice to have another full blooded caster in the group." Aitira nodded. " Aye, I'm getting' tired of being the only short one!" Jardora added. " So we're agreed, care to join our little group, Tinka?" Maylaie asked, turning to Tinka. " I-I-I'd love to!"
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Tinka looked around in wonder. Maylaie, Jardora and Aitira and Lumenie, Aitira's sister, were sitting in a clearing that Maylaie showed them, in Greater Faydark. Taking a break from hunting, they decided to work on trade skills for a bit. Maylaie was fletching, Aitira and Lumenie were sewing, Jardora was sharpening all the rusty weapons she found and Tinka was reading a book on tinkering, even if she wasn't allowed to tinker yet by gnomish laws. The sound of a twig snapping got everyone's attention. The 'paladin' from the night before stood at the mouth of the clearing. Dressed in cloth and leather, he looked much more like a stable hand then a paladin; maybe the minor bruises on his face helped. To his right was a real paladin. There was no mistaking those regal high cheek bones and noble eyes as anything else, even if he was only wearing leather armor. He was carrying the severally dented silvery armor of last night.
" Greetings good ladies. I came to apologize for my comrades actions." The paladin spoke in a regal tone; " My friend had offered to polish my armor as repayment for a good word I put in for him in the cleric guide. I agreed and left for home. Unfortunately, temptation got the better of him. Not many she-elves find my friend attractive when they discover him to be a mere stable hand, forgetting how important the job is. At any rate my friend donned my armor in attempt to woo she-elves. I'm terribly sorry miss that he chose you." The Paladin bowed deeply.
" I'm deeply sorry lady ranger. If it helps any, I found our conversation deeply gratifying." The other elf bowed. " I was wondering why you felt so comfortable talking about animals. At any rate, no harm done. I know someone who can hammer out those dents in your armor. Tanak Wolfcall's forge. Third hunt on your right in Kelethin, two platforms to the left from the newbie lift." Maylaie said. " Thank you good lady." Both elves bowed again and left the clearing. " ACK! Why didn't you get his name?" Lumenie squeaked, then the high elves were out of earshot. " Not my type." Maylaie said, turning back to her fletching. " That doesn't mean he wasn't my type!" Lumenie demanded. The group laughed, and returned to their activities. Tinka grinned to herself; she was going to like these guys.
Author's note: Ok, sorry this chap took so long, school's almost out so the next chaps shou;d be quicker. Okay, I'd like to address some points that Winterfox brought up. Sorry I started spelling his name differently, accident, and even though it urks you, Terrain was one part joke, one part,
' AHHH! What am I going to name him?!' On about the whole regilious choice, allow to explain. I have never been one to believe that an entire race is good or evil, or follow one god. So it's my belief that some high elves might lie about which god the follow to gain social expectance, the choosers just make sure that someone doesn't lie. About the job choosing, I admite, I goofed on that one. I planning on changing before chapter eight goes up, where it'll mention that even though the choosers suggest what class you'd be better at, and you can go your own road if you chose, it's just moat people follow their advice. Thank you for the advice, I'll fix the errors when I redo the fics. I've changed my mind and I'll fix them after chapter seven and before chapter eight. And for those of your who have read these before and are scrathing your heads at the chapter line-up, I'll explain. I thought it would be better to have the sister bonding fic right before chapter seven.say no more. Lets see anything else? Jardora: We wanna rant! -_- for the hundredth and sixty eighth time: NO! Jardora: Ah! But we brought help! Help? Dwarf rifleman: THIS IS MY BOOMSTICK! EEP! Until next time-:: gun fire:: RUN LIKE THE WIND! :: dashes off::