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Date Posted: 19:12:48 02/02/02 Sat
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Diz'reialle Starrkraftyr (hehe, first name pronounced 'Deez-Ray-AHlah')
's message, "I'm late. Oh well.. I can still enter smoothly, .. I hope?" on 19:11:26 02/02/02 Sat
>A merchant had been happy. The dumpy, kinky-haired
>woman had been gleeful enough to dance a jig, if only
>if there had been some music to accompany her, other
>than her own, sour-tuned voice. Actually, it seemed
>quite sweet to herself, but she wasn't in the mood to
>sing 'Cherry Red Kisses' for the eighth time that day.
>Ah, how she pined to hear the airy sound of a viole da
>gamba..
>
>But she was happy, even without gamba-music, until her
>little plan turned out rather, well.. stale.
>
>HOW could ... HOW COULD the creatures she had so lured
>in and mind-conquered using all of her energy and
>manipulating skill -- how could those resilient beasts
>be weeded off so quickly by a band of .. nobodies!?
>
>Or nobodies they seemed. The last remaining servent of
>hers straggled up, winded from his cowardly flight
>from the carnage that took place somewhere down in the
>forest. But she couldn't believe her ears: just an
>elf, and just a ranger, and both were taken on in a
>surprise attack! And he whispered frightened rumors of
>a vampire in daylight, although she hardly believed
>that. Those things sometimes didn't make any
>sense.. after all, they weren't even human.
>
>Apparently, all her hard work to overrun the little
>village turned up for naught. After several of their
>buddies were slain, the bulk of the creatures had
>packed up and left, breaking her link on them
>frighteningly easy, and were now roaming the forests,
>terrorizing and spreading their disease everywhere.
>Their numbers weren't great enough for her to use for
>her devious plots, however, so after strangling the
>messenger with her chubby hands, this 'merchant'
>kicked the ratman aside and fell to her back,
>breathing out in despair and ditching the idea. She
>was so very tired, even if the day wasn't even half
>over yet.
>
>She was Diz'reialle Starrkraftyr, although more
>commonly known as simply 'Devious Dezra', for this
>crude nickname suited her more. She had been a
>blacksmith before her customers had started to buy her
>enchanted weapons and were electrocuting themselves on
>the crude socketing spells. Quickly torn out of
>business, the crafty woman had become a merchant (she
>had been one before), traveled a few villages, and
>took residence next to this one in a well-used tent
>near the forest. She squinched together her moss-green
>eyes at this thought -- she had been living in these
>makeshift shelters for far too long, her back was
>getting weary of resting on rocks, and her feet
>irritable by the cold wind, not to mention her empty
>stomach. Unfortunately, Dezra had spent the rest of
>her little gold on the magical components from the
>nearest wizardry shop for her last
>get-rich-and-powerful-quick scheme, which failed in
>less than three hours. She had not even half a copper
>to buy herself a rest on a third of a bed at the inn,
>although she had four bottles of un-used shoe polish
>and three gently-used currying brushes, plus a whole
>cartload of other objects like it. With a groan, she
>hoisted her chunky body onto her feet, dusted off her
>stained, yet gaudy silk clothing, and forced herself
>into the road, where she might find business. She
>could do almost anything, maybe not all at a master's
>ease, but she had a plethora of common and uncommon
>skills (and merchandise) she could choose from to make
>a coin.
>
>She saw elves .. ugh, they always quirked their noses
>funny when they looked at her or other humans. .. but
>then she fortunately heard her empty money-bag rustle
>in anticipation as she caught Caoilte saying something
>about needing an 'animal-healer or farrier'. She could
>heal animals! Of course, the animals hated her and ran
>away soon afterwards, but she knew the basic skills..
>
>Forming her business-friendly smile which made her
>cheeks form plump little spheres, the copper-haired
>woman strode up to the stocky, travel-worn figure. She
>quickly eyed the horse, the green irises drawing
>themselves down to her injured leg.
>
>"Well, there, I can help you! .. if you wish," she
>squeaked hopefully.
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