Dark whisperings..

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(3/22/02 4:55 pm)
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A lone figure threads the empty streets of rivervale as a fierce downpour comes down from the sky. Loud thunderclaps echo in the distance and mud splashes over the once neat path. Cynis shivers as the damp chill seeps into his very bones and draws his cloak tighter about his person.. Ahh, the fools gold is just up ahead..He quickens his pace and makes for the tavern scanning the darkness around him nervously.. BAhhh blasted rain *muttering darkly* I never seem to return here on a good note*sighs deeply*. After wiping most off the mud on a damp rug made of black wolf skin that's placed at the entrace ,cynis grabs his cloak and grips it with both hands wringing out a large portion of the water. Satisfied with the half measure he staggers up the stairs into the common room ignoring the warm greetings of the barmaid.As cynis enters the common room he glances around seeing a few halflings deeply engaged in conversation and a proud elf with a haughty expression on his face. Besides the local patrons that one never notices ,they seem as a permanent attatchement to the place.. A jolly bartender stands before him and cynis scrounges a few coins from his pocket and hands them to him, Be a good lad and fetch me somethin that warms me blood, this rain gonna make me catch the blasted chills. He then postrates himself at a table and graps the decanter in one hand draining it steadily.*licking his lips greedily*
Placing a hand over his fine mustache cynis recalls the strange event of the day..Of the druid he had encountered on the road and relived of a large portion of his coin, Ahh.... *cynis smiles dreamily as a vivid picture of slicing the bottom of the purse as his other hand grasped a handfull of coins*
Bahhh, what did that strange druid mean by write anything important that you see.I've always done what i please, yet i feel compelled to listen to his request.. Bahh might as well humor the blithering fool..*Smiles a bit more sure of himself* one hour,
two tankards Later cynis draws a thin piece of partchment from his pack and an soft porcupine quill..And begin's to write....

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(3/22/02 5:17 pm)
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Cynis Miete.."Defthands"
First Entry..

Bahh , dont know why i'm humoring the old fool but i'll start off where everything began.. Me name's Cynis Miete, Later to be known as Cynis Defthands.. Me paps was a merchant of great standing , his voice was like magik. He could sell a farmer a three legged pony and they'll be convinced they had the better bargain.. He swindled his customers outrageously an they were none the wiser.None ever .Miss me old pap..Blasted plague that once was rampant upon the thicket caught the old chap..One day he was laughing along wit me and me mum and next he sprawled on the floor his face the color a jum jum stalk..
Me mum left shortly afterward to live wit relatives i stayed in rivervale in an orfanage near Mrs tawkins house down on eldenberry lane .All em bad hobbits where in there fer one reason or another some not wanted other not wanting to be found . I learned to pilfer to get meself fed...If yous wanted a decent meal you'd needed to take it..Summer after summer and passed and i grew to be a regular at the sherifs office..Deputy Rogglio used to tell me boy yous need some dicipline.. But soon i was loose again left to reck havoc upon the honest citizens of rivervale.
Bahh Rivervale Soon grew dull and me friend Stariz told me of a human city where gold littered the streets just for the take.. I reckon em big folks are wealthy and they did not need all that gold...So i gathered me pack and took to the road. all Me had was a dull blade and a patched up tunic me mum had given me.. * mutters a strangled oath as the quill breaks spilling ink on some parts of the paper* 

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(3/23/02 6:25 pm)
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Cynis scavanges his pack for another quill and his hand grasps a sharp object*yells in pain"AHHHHH, Confound It ..
*nurses his bleeding thumb by placing t in his mouth* Bahhh and what are you yokels gawking at!! After a few startled grunts and muffled curses the patrons return to their enjoymont and Cynis stretches his feet and draws the quill towards the piece of parchment..

Cynis Miete

Well as I left off *ponders deeply* Ahhh, now i recall I left to the city of freeport to find me wealth..*chuckles slightly* I can still picture meself with me pack slung over the shoulder heading towards kithikor woods..Maybe it was just me imagination but gasps of relief where let out by the deputies guarding the entrace...
It was early enough twas bout ten or so.. And stariz had warned me bout em woods in the night.And dis here tale
he tells me.. ..All sorts of spooks ..
Twas this tale bout a young halfling named Miles dat walked the woods at night searching fer his pet weasel...Bahhh, And this lad roamed the woods his torch held out before him..*smirks to himself* Lad heard noises round him he did..He payed em no mind fer queer things were only stories fer the bards to sing in unsavory taverns... When a rustle of leaves behind him he looked back much to his surprise... filth ridden zombies , lots of em stood before hem, Ugly lots in rusty armor.. wit evil lookin blades held, skin peeling off leaving bones to be seen in some places...the lad, was frozen in place he was...couldnt do nothin but stare in fear and disbelief as em zombies sorrounded em...And wat em thengs do... they Ate em.. ripped em to pieces...*Cynis cringes slightly* Ever seen a group off buzzards rip up a bear carcass in the thicket...
Em zombies even took the bones twas far worse....
Bahhh enough of em spook tales...
So I stood to the mountain side lookin back constantly fer of em zombies..Not quite sure if em brutes roam the day tho.. but i aint takin none of em chanses...you hear me..
Much to me surprise I came upon a burnt down cabin.. littered in ashes...And me curiosity took ME good instincts to keep going..And underneath some of that rubble I found a book, BAhhh ,The blasted book WAsnt even in halfling Could youse Belive dat so I placed it in my pack and ran as fast as
fast as me feet would carry me into em dark woods...

BAhhh, ME hands hurt *cynis blurts out* ..still numb from a few mugs of ale Cynis staggers into the wet streets and walks into a dark alley .. where a dirty cot lays on the ground...SLEEP OVER TAKES Him...

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(3/24/02 6:05 pm)
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As the morning sun creeps over the horizon grunts of pain can be heard from an alley behind Mac Deepockets tavern . Cynis holds both hands against his throbing skull as yesterdays exess of ale takes its toll on the poor lad..He removes the still damp tunic and runs his hands over the stubble that covers most of his face.
The filthy cot reeks of stale ale and cynis wrinkles his nose and curses karana's name with a few well chosen oaths. Bahh, tis another dreary mornin , to the abyss wit the sun...must it be so bright..*covers his eyes with a hand*
After a few mugs of ale to numb the nauseating hangover cynis heads towards the misty river..
The misty is a bit more than a creek, filled with sharp brown pebbles and clear water... Fishermen line the docks their hooks and lines sumberged in the stream waiting to ensnare one of the silvery trouts that inhabit it..
Cynis heads to an area less crowded and begins to cast off his tunic... Letting the cool clear water renew his spirits...

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(3/26/02 3:46 pm)
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Letter To Tuppen tangleroots..

Hullo lad, hope this letter reaches you in good fortune... As these days have been tryin for meself.. I'm writing this letter From rivervale's sheriff's office.. This Damp cell unerves me and the constant jeering of the deputies have not helped things along..Let me add in my defense this is all a big misunderstanding...
It all began with a splendid Halfling lass..She took me breath away .. Well I put me hairyfoot in me mouth not uncommon for me may I add..I proceedeed to invite deasie to Me home fer a bit o second lucnch...BAhhh den I remembered I dont have a home...
As you can see I didnt want to go back on me word lest her think that i am an unsavory vagabond ...So then I remembered Old Boppo higgenFeet had left the thicket with an array of luggage earlier this afternoon..The old hermit Didnt keep company So i had a splendid idea..
As deasie came to meet our appointment I managed to open old boppo's door and had tidied up the place a bit.. old boppo is a bit unkempt one can never leave one's hole in such a messy state...
Dinner went lovely, although i tripped upon my words once or twice and hit me head getting her the tea...Such a lovely name isnt it Deasie...
Well back to the events I escorted her out and bid her goodnight ..BAhhh, I had forgotten the tea kettle was still on..I smelled a bit of smoke and i thought to meself... Splendid pipeweed i must find out who has it perhaps they'll be willing to part with a dab...
As I entered the dwelling to pick up me things the tongues of flames lashed out almost singing me whiskers.. I tried to beat at them with me cloak...but darn thing felt hot to the touch...Me fingers still ache...
Then the blasted sheriff was there with all his men and I thought He'll help me put out this horrible fire... Obviously goblin made...thats about all i can recall Me head still aches an i have a bright red mark upon me cheek ...

Sincerely Cynis "defthands"

Ohh Ohh there's Mr Boppo He'll clear things up...
( *Gets knocked senseless by another sharp rap on the head by sherrif Rogglo..*)