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<3 <3 <3 Hello loves! My favourite moments: Personal rp, even though I completely botched it up, I think it's suiting that Derya be bad at this new venture of hers, that she's just learning and fumbling along. She's young, as far as Elves go, and has lived a largely sheltered life. I didn't...

Stretching her arm out, Derya considered how she might wish to word this letter. This was the toughest one yet. She pursed her lips, scowling at the page. Finally the scritching of her quill could be heard. Crow, This isn't a portent or a sign or anything, so don't bloody well read into it. I...

Standing, stretching, Derya paced a lap around the small cabin before sitting to go back to writing. The next letter would be business. She would need to find a local to pass this along, hoping that the crew of the little river boat that had stopped by a month past would eventually get it...

All very good points. I have to say that my first weekend I got the distinct feeling that there were 'cliques'. Not intended, I know, but some established groups definitely stuck to themselves, giving a standoffish appearance, even from one group to the next. From an outsider's perspective it...

Re: Leaving for Calenheim(Open, Attn: Derya, Garnett, Kamari ((Technically Derya's already back in her cabin, writing letters. I've opened a different thread for it.))

In her cabin, the day still early, Derya sat with paper and quill and ink. There were letters to be written, business to be attended to. Where to start? With a small, mirthless smile, she knew exactly how to begin. To Captain Conchita and her First Mate Itzal of the Silver Fin: Mother...

Re: Leaving for Calenheim(Open, Attn: Derya, Garnett, Kamari Derya watched Crow as he left, a slight twinge of regret touching her before she hopped up from her own seat. "Tides be with you, Crow," she called before heading back to her cabin to put her belongings away. There was business to...

Re: Leaving for Calenheim(Open, Attn: Derya, Garnett, Kamari Grinning at the advice, advice she'd heard from many mouths in her handful of decades, Derya simply nodded. "That pretty jingle jangle. We'd hate to be held up on the road, certainly." She stood then, adjusting her brocaded coat so...

Re: Leaving for Calenheim(Open, Attn: Derya, Garnett, Kamari Derya sat on one of the tables just outside the tavern, her small bundle of belongings alongside. Her lips were pursed tightly, her painted eyes narrowed as she stared down the road. Travel wasn't something that bothered her but...

Firstly: A really great weekend with really awesome stuff happening! Thanks to all the people behind the scenes and to the npcs who did a fantastic job as per the usual. (<3 you guys) 1- What I liked Let me count the ways.. I had to have two life spells cast on me AND my dirty little secret...

Storming out of the tavern, Derya headed for the creek. She waited a while before checking to make sure she wasn't being followed, glancing surreptitiously about herself. Once clear of sight, she untied her jingling belt and pulled all her bangles from her wrist, stuffing it all into a pouch on...

Derya gave Garnett a haughty look, her dark eyes flashing. She stood up slowly, tossing back her drink in one swift go. She slammed the cup back down, pausing a moment. "I seem to have a need to be on my way. Quill, if you're still interested in selling me that sword, leave me a price before you...

Walking along the creekside, Derya began to let her thoughts wander. She was prone to these flights of fancy, her mother had often scolded her over them. Child, she would say, keep gaping at the ocean like that and she'll have you, eat you up whole and leave not even bones for your poor mother...

Derya scoffed. "If you think a Captain rules in peace and quiet and absolutes, you have not spent enough time aboard a ship, Quill. It is like any good relationship. Solidarity and loyalty all unwavering to the public eye, but many a night is spent in arguments and debates behind closed doors...

Derya cast a quick look about, taking note of any who might be within ear shot. She leaned then, over her drink. "I agree. There's something off about this blade. As fond as I am becoming of the people here, should the whispers be true, should your King seek to control the other races, the other...

Derya grinned faintly. "Maybe it's because they hit everything they see." The young woman pulled away from the men, walking up to the bar keep and placing an order for all three. When the drinks were brought, she scooped them up and brought them back to the table, doling them out accordingly...

"When do I not fancy a drink? Quill and I were just heading that way." Derya's smile was broad and bright and she hooked an arm from each man as she began to try to lead them to the tavern. She jingled with every step and her head was held high as she walked between the two men, obviously...

Derya sucked at her teeth as she examined the bags and pouches laying on the small cot in front of her. She sighed softly as she selected a few potions, a few coins, a few snacks and stashed the rest of her belongings under the mattress. The elven woman pulled her brocaded coat on, wearing a...

Derya grinned broadly. "I will never turn down free drinks or good stories." She was just turning her attention to the tavern when a familiar voice called out dreaded words. The elf grimaced. "My fingers and my tongue are both elegant, and it's not my fault if men and women both wish to throw...

"Crow. He's a northman. Wears a crow's skull around his neck and a Roc skull on his head. He's the in-touch-with-nature type. I think his real name is Rothmund. He's joining the Earthweavers." Derya grinned faintly, considering whether or not to add more to the conversation. "We've known each...