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Aiden and Caden with grins, turned to their comrades and smiled a toothy smile, “We’re heading the isles at dawn!” the two roared and clashed their mugs together. “We have to wear these tags.” Caden began to carefully explain “Always keep them with you, or you might just have a fight on your hands.”, the brothers handed out the nametags, and instructed their friends to keep them in a safe location. Shoving the tags into bags and boots, they were now ready to enjoy the pleasures of the Fremennik people.

Anastasia was quite aware the day was young, but she could care less as she uncorked her bottle of vodka and took a swig. She was quickly earning the attention of the Fremennik men, putting down shot after shot of her powerful brew. Several large men challenged her to drinking contests, all of which were surprised to have been beaten, but the day was young, and they’d have another chance.

The brothers Aiden and Caden weren’t drinkers like the odd foreign girl, food was their guilty pleasure, and stuffing their faces was something they were astoundingly skilled at, it was as if their food did*’t have bones to chew around, as they skillfully devoured more than enough food to feed a family of four. Forrest, Azura, and Lowe stood side by side. “I’ve got something to attend to.” Forrest announced abruptly, and quietly creept from the longhouse. Lowe felt it was his place to make sure nothing happened to any of his friends, he especially kept an eye on Anastasia, he did*’t like watching her gulp down so much beer and whisky, he liked it even less that the large Fremennik men urged her to drink more and more.

“Lowe, I think I’m going to go see the market place.” Azura said, disappearing towards the exit. Lowe squeezed onto a bench, not thirsty or hungry, but determined to keep an eye on his secret love.

06-Sep-2009 06:29:57 - Last edited on 06-Sep-2009 21:56:17 by Baron Ogre

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Forrest however, knew someone who was very dear to him, he was uncertain if they still lived in Rellekka, but he’d find out. He noticed a group of children, pretending to battle back hordes of outlanders with their fierce and deadly wooden swords. “Kids.” His deep, unfamiliar voice startled them. “I’m looking for a Dalla Freygred.” A rather young chap with red hair and daring in his eyes stepped from the back of the small group.

“She lives right over there, right by the warriors shop!” he declared, puffing his chest out, obviously not afraid of any outlander dog. Forrest smiled, his teeth weren’t filthy, but several were crooked, and some even seemed to be chipped. He reached into his pocket and fished out a handful of coins which he offered to the helpful child. The boy smirked, and took the coins, and headed off from his group towards the longhouse.
Forrest briefly wondered if he was allowed to drink ale at his age, but then he remembered he was in Rellekka, where the only requirement to buy alcohol, was to have money to buy it with.

06-Sep-2009 06:30:08 - Last edited on 06-Sep-2009 21:58:03 by Baron Ogre

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Forrest felt a strange tingling sensation, one he had no experienced in countless moons, it was butterflies in his stomach. He had not seen his friend in three years, he wondered if she even had feelings for him anymore. He nervously strolled past the weapons shop, deciding to take a step inside for a few minutes, to build up his nerve. A large man stood with an empty expression, cleaning his fingernails with a dagger. “What do you want, outlander?” His booming voice echoed out into the almost empty shop, it was only Forrest, the apparent clerk, and his dog which appeared to be ready to pounce onto anything.

“I’m lookin’ fer axes.” Forrest’s accent was one not heard in many months by the weathered, part time warrior.

“Ya sure have come a long way for an axe, ‘aven’t you?”, he motioned for Forrest to follow him, and slipped his dagger back into his belt. “I ‘ave a large stock o’ axes, hatchets, throwers, two handers, shield splitters, anything ya want mate.” He said, using his hands to speak as much as he used his words. One rather well crafted throwing axe caught his attention more than anything else.

“What material is this?” he asked, holding the axe firmly in his hands, mimicking a throwing motion several times.

“Couple o’ dwarves came to town one day, an' sold me a few, they told me it was made of a very special blind of silver, and mithril, and that the metals used were refined in their “Blast Furnace”. Forrest was convinced that dwarven smiths were superior to all other races who pursed the same craft.

“I’d like to buy… 5.” Forrest nodded, feeling that these may come in handy some day, even if the Fremennik man did charge an arm and a leg for them.

10-Sep-2009 08:47:23 - Last edited on 10-Sep-2009 08:51:39 by Baron Ogre

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After paying, he left without a word, five thousand gold pieces, for the five special throwing axes, but rubbing his thumb over the blade, and he could tell it was razor sharp, and he was well aware his muscle would be capable of propelling the axe with great force. He could lay in wait, hidden by brush and shadow, and then fling the axe with great force, striking down an enemy before they ever had a chance to react. And even if they did see him coming, it’s still difficult to stop a chunk of sharpened metal being hurled your way.

He was rather glad his career paid so well, he could easily afford the axes without any major draw backs, though the work was hard, it also sculpted his body into that of perfection, and gave him fantastic endurance and stamina. He chuckled to himself, it only took him a little while to fell a ‘magic tree’, which he could easily bring in a profit of thousands with the timber, if he was a lazy person, he could fell one or two a day, but Forrest Nateur was not one to slack off, and that is why he was a very wealthy person, but it was his dedication to his work which kept him humble.

Approaching the impressive looking house, he assumed that Dalla had married a nobleman, and probably had some children, but it wouldn’t hurt to stop by for a little while, just for a visit. He knocked heavily on the door three times, and patiently waited. He listened closely, and soon heard footsteps, and the door being unlatched, before finally swinging open. She hadn’t aged since he last saw her “Forrest!” she shrieked out, embracing him, she kissed him for what felt like an hour, completely taking him off guard.

“Well darlin’, good to see you too.” He said with a crooked smile, when she finally relented.

10-Sep-2009 08:47:59 - Last edited on 10-Sep-2009 08:55:13 by Baron Ogre

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Azura quietly giggled, as she watched Forrest being practically dragged into the large home, she could only imagine what was going on, but she thought it best not to linger on the events which had just happened, especially when there was foreign goods to be obtained. She really enjoyed the Fremennik shop keepers, unlike the sales men back in Al Khaird, they did*’t practically tackle you into the ground in an attempt to show you their wears. These marketers on the other hand, simply let their products speak for themselves, be it because they disliked dealing with outlanders, or perhaps because they were drunk, but either way, it was nice not being swarmed while trying to browse.

She passed a fish monger, and noted the sea creatures seemed to be larger than the ones often sold in Varrock, but she had no use for fish and quickly moved on, passing all other stalls and vendors and towards the small, but charming cottage-like building which had a small sign out front which simply stated “Yrsa’s clothes and more.”, pulling open the red cloth which served as a door during day hours, she noticed a pale skinned woman sitting in a surprisingly well crafted maple chair. The woman briefly took her eyes off the book she was reading, “Looking for anything in particular?” her voice was just as heavily accented as the other members of the province.

11-Sep-2009 08:52:20

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“Well, I could use a coat.” She thought for a brief moment “On second thought.. a thick, longer one, and also stylish, if possible.” The Fremennik woman stood from her chair and pulled a wooden box from the top of one her expertly crafted shelves, removing the coat which lay inside. After unfolding it, she revealed it to be the perfect size fit for Azura, and was also stunningly beautiful, made from some of the finest wolf pelts in the province. Azura did not hesitate for a moment in buying said coat, costing her just at 2000 golden coins, but she couldn’t help but to notice what appeared to be, an extra long length of rope coiled up on the wall, but it was not a normal rope.

“What.. is that?” Azura questioned curiously, pointing towards the rope.

“Oh that, my brother lives on the island of Neitizot you see, and one of their biggest exports is rope.” She paused briefly, wondering if she should continue telling her tale to the outlander… ah it couldn’t hurt anything “He managed to embed a mixture of runestones into a length of rope, but then it started stretching uncontrollably, and so he sent it to me, hoping I could do something with it.” She suddenly began laughing “Like I know a damn thing about magic.”

“Magic is my hobby!” Azura’* extremely cheerful voice suddenly erupted into the shop. The woman rubbed her head.

“Well honey, I don’t need it, I could throw it in with the coat if you want.” Azura smiled with her perfect teeth and nodded. She left the building, very pleased with the things she had bought, the rope appeared to be very strong, not that it wouldn’t break under extreme stress, the runes seemed to provide it with an almost unnecessary amount of strength, she guessed it would never break under stress of weight alone, unless it was some kind of obscenely heavy object. That, and the ability to make it expand and retract made it even more useful.

11-Sep-2009 08:52:31 - Last edited on 14-May-2010 06:37:49 by Baron Ogre

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