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[seekinghonor.livejournal.com]

[An Elven girl in a simple little skirt and blouse ensemble has arrived in musespace, kneeling near a pretty little pool of water. She splashes her face a bit, shakes her head, runs her fingers through her hair... And when she opens her eyes and blinks... she frowns, disappointed, like she expected to see something else.

She stands. She has a sword in her right hand, and her left hand is fiddling with the hilt of the dagger attached to her belt. She seems to be just faintly worried; in fact, she looks more self-conscious than anything, constantly looking down at herself in between bouts of examining her surroundings.]

... I guess this isn't The Fade. I can't possibly be dreaming... but where have I been taken? And where is my armor?

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[seekinghonor.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

It seems much greener, like we've ended up in the south somehow. It's as though we're close to the Brecilian Forest, but how would that make any sense?

[seekingfame.livejournal.com]

It doesn't. Are we positive this isn't the Fade?

[seekinghonor.livejournal.com]

I seem to be thinking straight enough, and we're... very obviously here. I'm not... positive, no, I guess not. [And now she looks worried all over again.]

[seekingfame.livejournal.com]

[a sigh]

We need a mage. A mage would know what to do. I wonder if we could find one that wouldn't take a full share of our treasure?

...maybe a simple one. What do they call those...transient, trans...?

[seekinghonor.livejournal.com]

You mean, the tranquils? ... Treasure is definitely nice, but it isn't everything. [Pause] Besides, mages don't use much, so it would mostly be ours anyway.

[seekingfame.livejournal.com]

There we are then. As soon as we find our way out of this place we're picking up a mage...to get us out of places like this.

[seekinghonor.livejournal.com]

Must it be a tranquil? They're... unsettling. [She fidgets a bit~]