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× Storynotes ×
Tabrin's Description
Before you stands a tall and seemingly wiry elven man, his upright stature
perhaps suggestive of his pride. A calm smile adorns his face as eyes filled
with a buoyant glitter view his surroundings, emerald reflections dancing in
the light. A twitch of a well-defined lip and a minute puff of air send a few
long, wispy tendrils of light brown hair over his characteristic nose and out
of his handsome face.
An intricate pendant upon a mithril chain of apparent elvish design dissapears
into the collar of a white silk shirt. Covering his torso is a loose, dark
green tunic, which is in turn masked by the aged brown cape that envelops his
shoulders. Upon the breast of the robe is a beautiful circular design, stitched
in gold threading with thin silver overlays.
Bisecting the figure at the waist is a woven cord of black silk, tightly secured
to which are an assortment of small bags and pouches. Emerging from runed
bracers that are otherwise perfectly smooth are two large hands, clad in
a pair of cutoff leather gloves that leave his long fingers free for working.
Storynotes
I'm no priest, but apparently some people thought these worth posting somewhere.
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[379] Tabrin: Winds of Reconciliation
Thu Dec 18 05:53:12 2003
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_Kingdom ( Da'shal Alinashya Imm RP )
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In the quiet of the dawning twilight of a late summers eve, a lone figure
strode along the rocky Althanian shoreline, heading west. Aside from the
gulls soaring high overhead upon the cool breeze, there were no signs of
life to be found.
To the average traveler, that is. Centuries of viewing Zandreyas forests
had tuned the emerald sparkle of his eyes to a honed acuteness that could
be found with few others. A broken stem of the rough grass that rose in
tufts amidst the ebony patches of basalt that emerged from the ground. The
slight depression within sand, yet to be brushed clean by the gentle winds
from the ocean gives indication of small game.
The experienced ranger spotted these signs instinctively, paying no conscious
thought to them as he carefully made his way between the blue expanse of water
that was the Lutsa Rusul and the cliffs that towered to his right. His pace
slowed and he began to examine the terrain a bit more actively for a place
suitable to observe the target of his studies.
Tabrin glanced skyward as he sat cross-legged upon the rock he had selected,
billowing the well-worn cloak that enveloped his shoulders such that it lie
un-creased as it flowed down his body.
Thus settled in for the long wait, he turned his thoughts inward as the sun
set below the horizon.
'...rumors.'
He had expected clarity from the Senator. Misdirecting terminology in regards
to such a question was, he admitted, revealing in its own way. Information was
not hoarded by one, but was communicated towards those concerned. Or perhaps
it was truly idle chatter. He wouldnt know unless he asked, but he did not
truly care.
The silver-haired elf glanced upwards as the ghostly spire of ancient masts
appeared briefly within the mists that enshrouded the ocean before vanishing as
suddenly as they appeared. He raised an eyebrow, recognizing the ruins of the
old passenger vessel before elevating his gaze further and noting the hurried
gathering of the black clouds above. Tabrin closed his eyes once more.
Time brings change to all things. But Shalonesti need not change. We are
Zandreyas chosen, we have the Speaker go guide us. The winds began to
buffet his cloak as their intensity grew. It was almost time.
He returned to the only conversation of interest from the day. He answered
truthfully the questions asked, for it was not within his nature to do otherwise.
' Would you...if so ordered.'
Yes, he would. There was no reason for such an order to be voiced unless
dreadfully wrong was done against the wellbeing of Shalonesti. Those on the
receiving end of such an order deserve to bear the ramifications of their actions.
He could not logically conceive of why any would think themselves exception to the
law. The choice would not come before him, as Alinashya was as selfless in her
actions for the Kingdom as he was, if not more. Those able to command the ranger
were not prone to rash mistakes.
A fierce gust of wind crashing into his face broke him from his thoughts. Tabrin
looked up and stared westward at the approaching maelstrom of cloud, flashes of
lightning illuminating the darkened sky as he lost himself in the pounding rhythm
of the storm...his focus. It was time.
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[391] Tabrin: Winds of Reconciliation Part II
Sun Dec 21 02:27:34 2003
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_Kingdom ( Imm RP )
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In the pure darkness, the winds whipped the waves into a frenzy of whitecaps,
sending a hail of spray into the face of the motionless elf. Nearby trees
groaned as limbs tore free from their branches, but the ranger remained
upon the boulder as if he were a part of it. Only his cloak snapped back
and forth about his body as it absorbed the hammering of the hurricane. His
eyes remained open, reddening as the wind and rain tore at them relentlessly.
Their piercing gaze studied the downward flow of water as the raw power of
the storms winds flung about like a crazed flail. It was time, the
hurricane was in full force.
The ranger stood, pulling his blade from it's sheath as he did every day
before the reoccurring phenomenon of the hurricane. His cloak proved no
hindrance despite the cold water that impregnated its fine weave. Brilliant
flashes of lightning reflected off the golden symbol upon his breast, its
beauty partially masked by the night. Tabrin closed his eyes and felt the
brutish ferocity of the storm, letting it wash over and through his senses
like it was a part of him. Isolating himself from the physical, he felt
the rage of the storm as a gentle caress as he traced it's currents, as if
in slow motion. It seemed so natural now, time and repetition having
allowed the judging movement of the unpredictable winds to be as easy as
breathing.
The speed with which the rain cut the air was almost impossible to match.
His muscles ached as tendons expanded and contracted in quick succession,
his limbs forced to strain harder than they were designed to. His
leather-clad feet remain planted firmly upon the ground, toes dug slightly
within the sand of the shore. His well-toned legs danced upon the immobile
pedestal of his feet, shifting his weight while maintaining balance. One
foot slid sideways, digging a shallow trench within the wet sand as the elf
imagined another foe manifested within the rain and turned to face it.
While his eyes were closed and the midnight storm was raging, he could sense
surroundings as if the rain, wind and presence of his eyelids meant nothing,
which in fact, they did not. The training that he set before himself to
accomplish this feat was by far the most difficult he had accomplished. The
energies inherent in each drop of rain, each blade of grass and that which was
radiated by the terrain itself were visible within his mind's eye. He gave
some concentration to the winds, weaving the separate streams together into
one that encircled his body. The air within the welded stream began to
solidify into a solid shimmer which tugged but slightly at the hem of his cloak.
' Tis but the winds now,' he thought. 'But in time I will master that Storm.'
His thoughts but briefly touched the matter before returning to controlling the
winds which fought his shield.
Eventually, the storm slowed it's flurry of motion, and so did the lone figure upon
the rocky coast. With the fury of the wind being sheathed, Tabrin dried his blade
upon his cloak and slid it home within the baldric secured upon his back, point
rising upwards, hilt facing downwards for easy utilization. He gathered his cloak,
now dry from being within the shield for so long, and turned westwards as the sun
crested the ocean waves behind him. His mind was clear as he picked his way
inland, rising from the beach and into the light forest above. His day began,
just like it had the day before.
These next two were written to show how Tabby and Alinashya's house came to be.
The title is a joke.
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[378] Tabrin: Couching Kitty, Hidden Owl (Elsewise: "Renewal of the Chain")
Fri Jan 30 06:09:54 2004
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_Kingdom ( Alinashya Nymaya Elrei)
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The tall form of the Regent silently picked hiw way through the underbrush
in the southern border of Shalonesti's forest. Of the two guards that
accompanied him, one trailed slightly behind Tabrin, his eyes mimicking the
ranger's as they scanned the woods.
"Sounds of a scuffle ahead, Sir." The second guard had appeared at his
side. Tabrin nodded, indicating that the man should lead.
After jogging down scant deer paths and through a clearing, the tingle of
magic creeped up Tabrin's spine, causing him to quicken his pace and overtake the
gaurd in a flat run.
Bursting into a second clearing, he took in the three goblins which stood
with raised swords surrounding an older elvish woman who was struggling to fend
off the enraged form of a full grown troll. He also noted the mangled ring of a
near-on full dozen goblin corpses surrounding the fighting pair. As the Ranger
raced forward, the troll managed to land a vicious blow with it's massive club
upon the woman's chest, felling her with the audible cracking of ribs. Tabrin,
knowing that he could not possibly reach his target before it stuck the hapless
woman once more, curled his fingers and focused his thoughts on forming a ball
of flame, which flew though the air slowly, too slowly. The club lifted into
the air, and begain to move violently downward.....
...and suddenly stopped as the black shafr of a guardsmen's arrow
materialized in the throat of the dying troll.
"You wissssh to schopss us with ours misssion, elfs?" the leading
creature hissed. Tabrin turned his attention to the now-advancing goblins,
reaching behind him and pulling his slim blades underhand from their inverted
sheaths at his back.
The cold ring of elvish steel split the air as the fine blade shared through
goblin steel and flesh alike. The second goblin joined his startled companion in
the throes of death as his head suddenly detached from his shoulders and fell to
the ground.
Tabrin noted the sounds of the third scaled creature fleeing through the
underbrush, and turned as another red-feathered arrow streaked through the air
to take the last goblin in the back. He returned his attention to the gasping
woman, kneeling at her side to measure the severity of her injuries.
The cloak which she bore over her stark white dress seemed to have an air
of authority about the woman who now clutches at a dark pendant, scaled wings
emerging from beneath her fingers as she struggled to sit upright and breathe.
She clung to Tabrin, eyes blind but nonetheless seeing peering up into his own.
"You will listen, my son," the eldery woman rasped. She shuddered
violently, coughing up a spray of blood. With her lungs punctured by broken
ribs, she was nearing her end. The both knew it, and Tabrin would fulfil the
woman's last, if not misplaced, request. The golden chain around her neck
slipped free, as if suddelny broken, and hung limply from her hand, upon which
he noted a pair of angular scars burned into her leathery skin.
"Born.. not of my flesh, I.. declare *cough* under the canopy of the Lady's
green sky.. that this man is true to my blood." The woman shook as she hacked
up blood and bits of pinkish tissue, and Tabrin was unable to stop the woman
from speaking her last words.
"I bind.. you, as you are bound to..." Tabrin gave a concerned glance at
the nearest guard at this, and even if he were to try to move away from the woman,
her grip was like iron. "The C..." She thrust the amulet to his neck, somehow
lifting the two lengths of chain and fumbling the clasp shut. A crackling sigh
escaped from her lips as the last vestige of life faded from her eyes.
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[379] Tabrin: Couching Kitty, Hidden Owl Pt. II (Elsewise: "Renewal of the Chain: Pt II")
Fri Jan 30 06:10:30 2004
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_Kingdom ( Alinashya Nymaya Elrei)
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The regent brought his hand over the woman's blind eyes, closing the now-
lifeless lids. He slowly stood after crossing her arms upon her mutilated chest,
looking up as his two guards neared. He frowned. Something was wrong.
A piercing screech cut the air and the trio of elves looked around in alarm.
A flash of white from a tree signified a startled Owl making it's escape . A
blast of air flooded the forest, echos of the screech echoed in the distance.
Tabrin noticed a tingling at his neck and glanced down at the pendant which now
adorned his neck. The scaled wings of a Couatl stood spread about the snakelike
form of it's body, which coils about enraged form of a sea serpent. But something
was different. The fine golden chain was now snug about his neck where before it
dangled at his chest. It had shortened.
Before the thing strangled him, he desprately pulled at the thin chain,
hoping to break it...but the metal only began to vibrate and begin to grow hot.
The ranger howled in pain, his free hand pointing off into the forest,
and motioning for his two guards to return to the city, as he had no ideas as to
what this artifact could do, and he would not needlessly endanger these who could
not aid him. The vibrating started to hum audibly as the red-hot metal seared
his neck. A second blast of air tore through the noise, knocking Tabrin from his
feet and rendering him unconcious.
Some time later, his eyes opened to the darkened canopy of leaves that
framed a small patch of stars. Tiny glowing wood sprites flittered about his
prone form, gigling softly as they floated above his face before dancing away
into the air. He groaned, sitting up and examining the surroundings. He had
not moved, but his surroundings were somehow sharper. The floating sprites
seemed to converge over a small iron gate that had somehow aluded his earlier
observation of the area. Standing, he slowly walked over to it and looked up
at the two bronze figures that stood guard over the gates. They were enormous,
the same creatures that adorned the necklace that which....was not burned into
his neck? He had completely forgotten about the incident until now. He rubbed
his aching neck as he pushed open the gates. A light mist swirled lazily about
his feet as he neared a small stream and followed it along the low stone walls
that apparently bordered the estate.
Passing by a low hillside covered wholly in roses, he stumbled across a
cobblestone path set into the grass. "Even in the darkness of night, this is
truely a beautiful place," he whispered. He rounded the rosy berm and
found himself overlooking a beautiful set of gardens, each looped about each
other, with various natural features shielding each seperate clearing within
from the next. It was a masterfull design, Tabrin had never seen anything of
it's like. Blossoming apple trees lined the outer edge of the grounds, set
just within the walls. A young cherry tree stands tall within the center of
the garden, its groomed petals fluttering through the cool night air like
butterflies. A small stream meandered it's way through the various clearings,
the moon gleaming brightly within it's ripping surface.
The faint tingle of magic arose again upon the Regent's spine, and he
cast his gaze behind him warily, as he recalled the last time he felt such.
But nothing was there, the estate was, by his estimation, uninhabited. He
spotted a small stone building at the far edge of the garden, obviously
something which merited his attention.
As Tabrin made his way down the cobblestone pathway that led to the
structure, the glowing eyes of a young Lynx followed him in the darkness.
See, this storyn was fun to write. Spamming bores the hell out of me, so I turned
this one into a puzzle and picked and choose words such that the sides were all
even. Hey look! I'm doing it again. Sorry about the big text, it's the only way that
I could make it look like the origional.
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[450] Tabrin: The Elusive.
Thu Feb 5 14:30:05 2004
To: Shalonesti_Kingdom ( Keska )
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'Very well, I bid you a good day.'
Tabrin tiped his hat to the Speaker before silently exiting the circle and
vanishing into the darkness of the Groves, his thoughts upon the Vallenwoods and
the Tower. Perhaps he would have a soultion after a brief rest.
He woke to find a pair of wizened gray eyes peering at him from underneath
a black hood. Light glimmered from the multitude of tiny bells that adorned the
figure's armor. The Regent nodded to Keska before turning his gaze upon the few
other inhabitants of the grove.
'Laikkt. I will speak to you, if you have other duties at this time?'
He followed the aged wild-elf through the city, exiting the gates wherepon
he found himself being led through and to the center of the forest. Her pace was
deliberate, only slowing as they neared her apparent destination, the Vallenwood
tree that stood apart from the others within a particular clearing in the forest
east of the city. She turned to face him after they walked into the space below
the tree, her bells chiming.
The ensuing conversation brought to the light her past, which was a matter
he had never thought to inquire of. They discussed other things, from the past
to the present. The Song, the past once more, and magic. Which led him to think
of his own magics, which were at best mediocre.
'...need to retrain your mind in a way, to start with the basics, mind your
guild master, but meditate...'
Such was the truth, me mused. He had never managed to cast a fireball, or
a chain. Illusions were currently beyond his grasp, as was creative magics. No,
he should perhaps reconsider his training, though he would never forget all that
he had learned over the years. It would be impossible for him to do so. He was
a ranger through and through, even if he did not bear the title in name. Tabrin
wondered if anyone would even notice a difference. The utilization of magics is
something that could but minutely alter his life. He would not allow it to lord
over him, as he had seen it do to others. Such a mistake would defeat the elf's
purpose.
The Regent yawned, clasping his hands behind his head and settling down on
a thick root that extended from the base of an aged Vallenwood. He glanced down
momentarily, examining the tracings of sand which wound their way throughout the
young grove, the foundations of his work which enabled the grove's existance. A
few more months and the trees should be finished growing, he estimated. There's
a way to the world, and such things cannot be hastened.