A Nice Surprise It was like an itch she couldn't scratch. It was almost physically painful. Her fingers would twitch, trying to form chords, but there was nothing to press her fingers against. In this seemingly eternal agony, she almost felt naked.
It had been almost twenty minutes - twenty whole minutes - since Shiella had her lute in her hands. Just the other day, she noticed that it didn't sound as good as it used to. She tuned the strings repeatedly, but despite her best efforts she could never quite get the same sound out of it. Maybe it had to do with how old the instrument was. She remembered many years ago how her older brother once told her that such things happen now and then. "Parts of the lute can get distorted over the years from being in use for so long," he had said. "You may need a professional to set them back into place." Or maybe that wasn't what he said. It was so long ago that she couldn't remember exactly. But she was pretty
Help Me They really weren't kidding - this did look dangerous. But that was probably why the pay was so high. Keizen watched as his target lifted a member of the city guard with one hand and flung the man into a nearby wall. With the sound it made, helmet crunching against brick, Keizen doubted that the guard was living through this one.
There were still at least three other guards standing around the target with their swords drawn. It was time for Keizen to act. If he waited any longer, his target would be ready to attack again, and another one of the guards might die. More needless death - but more importantly, there would be less people around to distract the target while Keizen tried to focus.
Stepping out from the alley where he watched from, the psion fired a blast of force into the target, knocking it off balance. Just enough to give the guards time to do something, and himself time to prepare a more powerful
This Time, For Sure "Someone call for a sword?" Taphram called, entering the tavern. This was where he was supposed to be meeting with the rest of the party, but he didn't know what any of them looked like. He scanned the tables for a group of people that looked like they were getting ready to go somewhere. He'd hoped to go to whoever answered his greeting, but that wasn't going to work - all eyes were on him now. Apparently it was out of the ordinary to yell out something like that when entering a building... he would have to remember that.
A sound - someone to his right just cleared their throat. He glanced over, and a man was beckoning Taphram to his table. As he approached the table, he noted that all of its occupants were looking down at the floor. The only ones in the tavern who weren't looking at him. If they were embarrassed at what he'd just done... then he supposed they must be the party he was looking for. So it was a good thing t
Bio - Taphram Surn
TAPHRAM | SURN
The Youth in the Midst of Corruption
■ Human ■ 14-18 ■ Wanderer
A Song For You Applause. It wasn't much - it was hard to get excited over the applause of six or seven people - but it still made Shiella feel good.
It wasn't one of her songs she had just finished playing; it was just her rendition of a very old Seltycian folk song. But she thought it was a pretty good one, and judging by the coins thrown at her feet, her little audience agreed. It was just a shame that she couldn't attract a bigger crowd.
She'd been sitting on a stone fence that ran the perimeter of the shopping district for about an hour now, strumming away at her lute, watching as passers-by slowly accumulated to watch her performance. And oh, how slow that trickle was for her.
But that was okay. After all, she had saved her best song for last. She'd spent the last few nights thinking, scribbling notes, plucking strings, and generally tuning out everything else, all for this: finally, she had composed
A Bird in the Hand He couldn't stop replaying the words in his head: "Test Your Strength." For someone like Keizen, it was almost like the man at the counter, even the wooden sign itself, was announcing a challenge just for him. One could say that Keizen had a strong interest in competition. But for him, it was more that competitions were an opportunity for him to show everyone that he had earned the right to be so arrogant.
Even better, there was a prize involved with this particular contest. Once he heard what it was, he knew he simply had to win: an arch-beak robin. Such a creature was considered an extremely rare delicacy - despite its small size, the tender, succulent meat was supposed to be enough to feed three people. And the meal was made even more complete by its unique, unparalleled eggs. He had no idea how someone had gotten a hold of one in such a dumpy carnival in such a backwater town, but that didn't matter. He had to have it.
Bio - Shiella Wiston
SHIELLA | WISTON
The Aspiring Taleteller
■ Human ■ 17-20 ■ Bard
Beautiful Music A man who's too old for this, and a girl who's too young. But that was all Keizen had to work with today. They stared at him silently from across the table. Continuing to appraise them with his eyes, Keizen calmly took a sip of his water. He wondered briefly what they thought they saw in his eyes. Could they, perhaps, sense his disapproval? Did they have some glimmer of hope that they had somehow met his standards? Sometimes, Keizen liked to play with people, lead them to believe that his psionic powers gave him the ability to read minds. Unfortunately, it wasn't true, and moments like these made him wish it was. The girl was easy enough to figure out; she was smiling politely, almost eagerly - but it was easy to see through it to how nervous she was. The man's face, however, was an unreadable mask.
"You'll do," he said suddenly, startling them by breaking the silence.
Actually, they wouldn't. But what choic