http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Tussle_in_Traverse_TownTussle in Traverse Town - Revision history2026-04-06T00:43:47ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.24alphahttp://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php?title=Tussle_in_Traverse_Town&diff=1181&oldid=prevLionheart at 04:05, 30 September 20122012-09-30T04:05:43Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"O'course, last ah checked, most nobleman dinnae owe allegiances te Dark Lords, either. So should ah be wary of ye? Gonna try te steal m' soul, or turn m' te the dark side or some nonsense? Or drag m' off in yer chains te kneel before some master?" Her head tilts, watching him with those curious eyes. "Guess, ah had a part te play in getting us inte that mess, though. So, thank ye fer tha, too. Ye might be evil, but ye dinnae seem like a bad guy."  </div></td><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"O'course, last ah checked, most nobleman dinnae owe allegiances te Dark Lords, either. So should ah be wary of ye? Gonna try te steal m' soul, or turn m' te the dark side or some nonsense? Or drag m' off in yer chains te kneel before some master?" Her head tilts, watching him with those curious eyes. "Guess, ah had a part te play in getting us inte that mess, though. So, thank ye fer tha, too. Ye might be evil, but ye dinnae seem like a bad guy."  </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>While there might be so many different races here, it doesn't exactly make her feel as if it is safe to walk the streets. "Better te stand out here, then te have people know what ah am. Back in m' world, ah cannae even walk the streets without someone callin me a <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">mosnter</del>. Ah'd rather avoid that fer as long as ah can, here at least." Her head turns away from him again, shielding all but the profile of her face hidden in the shadows of the hood.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>While there might be so many different races here, it doesn't exactly make her feel as if it is safe to walk the streets. "Better te stand out here, then te have people know what ah am. Back in m' world, ah cannae even walk the streets without someone callin me a <ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">monster</ins>. Ah'd rather avoid that fer as long as ah can, here at least." Her head turns away from him again, shielding all but the profile of her face hidden in the shadows of the hood.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">(To Be Continued</del>...<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">)</del></div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">'''[[Sköll Ulfang]] has posed:'''</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">"Nope</ins>.<ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">" The wolfish man answers her, "Though you have yet to say what legendary creature you are</ins>.<ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">" He pauses for a moment, and then suddenly points over his shoulder, "By the way, Vampires! Their bite is a disease. Don't let vampires bite you." After all, he figures she may need that hint if he's newly introducing her to the rules of all of this place. "Though I guess, I don't know about werewolves anywhere else. Probably look different from me." Ulfang does see to point out. "I guess, in the end, better not to take the chance." Although really, it's probably a good thing to try and not to get bitten by anyone.</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">"Still..." Pause. "Bollux?" He tilts his head a little, but extrapolates its meaning from what she says. First time he's heard that word, and it actually has him grinning a little without really knowing why. He shifts his weight a little again, clearly not one to remain entirely still for very long, and carries on to say; "I'm sure they'll get there in due time. All worlds do. Just a little magic, a little alchemy, and ta-da. Potions. Ethers... the whole shabang." The girl probably hasn't a clue what he is talking about.</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">But when she starts smirking at starts commenting about the whole nobility thing, he straightens himself up and almost looks mildly offended. "Of course I do! Chivalry isn't dead! It is a warrior's duty to be noble and chivalrous!" Pause. "That's what my mom taught me, and that's what I'm sticking with." The man then shakes his head. "Still, nope, not going to steal your soul or turn you to the darkside. What do you think this is, Star Wars?" Seems some things exist in multiple worlds. Point is, turning folk to the dark side is a Shadow Lords thing. The Lords of Gaudium aren't half that... subtle. Not usually.</ins></div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">The image of dragging the girl by the chains to kneel before her master does amuse him though, but only in so much that he shows a smallest of smiles. "Anyhow." Seems he doesn't really want to talk about them. And something else has distracted him. His brow furrows. "Wait, I'm evil?" He seems confused by this, putting a hand to his cheek, and just kind of... frowns at the stars in the sky as he seems to be thinking this through. "Haven't... /done/ anything evil..." Well, there was that one village. But the Lords of Gaudium sent him that way! They stood in their way. </ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">Zia can probably tell the worried and troubled expressions he shows as his mind seems to descend further down along this question, and in the end he just shakes his head and shrugs. "I guess I've done some things for my Lords folk didn't like. But I'm not a bad guy - honest." She already said he didn't seem like one anyhow. "But yes, best not stand out I guess. Though I've long since stopped bothering. Nobody else does, y'know? And I can fend for myself if someone has a problem with my looks."</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">"Oh, werewolves are nice 'n noble, but vampires are evil vile diseased things. Ah get it now." The girl certainly sounds amused, shaking her head from side to side. "Strange worlds." She's quicker than most to come to grips with the fact that there are many worlds, perhaps because of her understanding of magic and the way it works within her reality. So many things that were mere fantasy did exist, just not within the sight of mortal eyes. Now, more and more of those things were slipping through the cracks.</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">"Oh, I meante say that they're jus' stories." She's not used to dealing with people questioning her accent, and the girl rubs at the side of her head in confusion. "Bollux is... well." Her lips press together. "Ye know how sometimes slang can have lotsa meanings? Its' like tha. Bollux is ... ye know, a lad's two best friends." She points at his crotch quickly, then looks away again with a small, shy expression. "Callin somethin bollux is sayin it's nae true. Then again, sayin somethin's the dog's bollux is saying it's good." She shrugs her shoulders. Language - go figure.</ins></div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">She doesn't really have much to say on the matter of his chivalry, or if he's good or evil. Zia isn't one to speak about it, especially as she hasn't always been an angel of pure light, herself. "Ah guess people are more 'bout their actions. So ah dunno if yer evil or if ye be an angel. It doesnae matter te me other tha what ye do. No' everyone can is some pure hearted fairytail princess or prince." Zia certainly doesn't fall into that category, and she has her doubts that the chivarous werewolf does either.</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">After waiting for a time, trying to get a feel for just how he'll react to her, Zia finally seems to accept that if he is a werewolf, then maybe he isn't as much of a threat as a human. Slowly, she lowers the hood of her cloak, revealing those long pointed ears and white hair. From beneath her cloak, the girl's wings shift a little, showing a hint of webbing from beneath. "Ah'm a gargoyle. As much a creature of the night as werewolves or vampires. Most humans think we're demons, or monsters. Tha's why ah havete hide. It's a fair bit be'ta then the alternative." She is quite a pretty thing, if you can get past the inhuman features and the bandages that cover most of her visible limbs.</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">"Well, in this case." Skoll comments, seeming to share her bemusement with this little conversation they are having. "The worlds are strange, but it's when you get used to strange, that normal will seem the most odd." Skoll points out, suggesting that he's been wandering worlds for quite a while now. And Zia would probably realize at a later time, that this is an immensely rare thing at this time. After all, had the portals not only just come to be?</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">The continues explaination of what Bollux is, has the wolf grin a rather dopey grin, "Ahh, the slang that people come up with sometimes." He shakes his head, both bemused and a little disturbed. "Dog's bollux huh?" He makes the offhanded comment, his tail flicking a little as if to point out that she made a rather strange statement around someone who would clearly be related to dogs.</ins></div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">"Still, 'yer right, people are more about their actions. But I am /pretty/ sure I am neither evil nor an angel. Can't say I've ever met any in the latter category - too much of a pain to be like that." He explains. "Though I guess pure-hearted fairytale princesses are around and about, and the same with the princess and all that. They're not as boring as they stories would make you think though." Another shrug. "Or so they tell me." Nope, not met one yet.</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">And then, her hood comes down. The yellow wolf-eyes come up to get a better look at her - catching sight of her eyes first, then the flowing white hair. Indeed, she's quite the thing to look at, and Ulfang changes the way he stands in order to get a better angle on her. It's not much of a shift, really. "Demons huh? Well, I guess people do hate demons usually. The wings and all that... people get scared or jealous." He noticed the webbing. He's reminded of Sarafina in that moment, from that little interaction he had in Traverse Town a little while back.</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">'''[[Zia]] has posed:'''</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">"Well, ah've seen quite a bit o' the strange in m' own world, so ah dinnae think much will really surprise me." Then, the girl hesitates, looking over at his tail. "Well, maybe somethings." She admits.</ins></div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">His comment about the 'dog's bollux' has her looking over at him with a laugh on her lips, "I wouldnae know 'bout tha first hand. Suppose ye'd have te tell me if the stories have any merit te them." She finally downs the last of the poition, although it doesn't seem to quite do enough to rid her completely of the uncomfortable feeling in her chest. Bruised ribs maybe? Either way, she scootches back to lean against part of the roof. "Suppose ah'll 'ave to see if the stories 'bout princes and princesses hold much truth te them, too." </ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">She uses the corner of the roof to push herself up, getting to her feet. It isn't so bad, moving like this. Nothing a day of stone sleep won't cure. "Scared mostly. Humans are always scared o the things they dinnae understand." She lets her wings stretch a little. "Anyways, ah should get goin. Needtae figure out if there's a way back te m' own world from here. Kinda got sidetracked te start with."</ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">The man then glances down at the bottom of the building, and up to her again. "Anyhow. If you must be going - I wish you good luck finding your world. But one piece of advice - don't wander into portals other people open, stick to the ones that have been laid out between the worlds. It'll be safer." He doesn't go into the details of that, and instead turns around...</ins></div></td></tr>
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</table>Oathkeeperhttp://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php?title=Tussle_in_Traverse_Town&diff=881&oldid=prevLionheart: Lionheart moved page A Wolf, A Gargoyle, a Seeq, and a Bangaa... to Tussle in Traverse Town2012-09-21T14:52:43Z<p>Lionheart moved page <a href="/wiki/index.php?title=A_Wolf,_A_Gargoyle,_a_Seeq,_and_a_Bangaa...&action=edit&redlink=1" class="new" title="A Wolf, A Gargoyle, a Seeq, and a Bangaa... (page does not exist)">A Wolf, A Gargoyle, a Seeq, and a Bangaa...</a> to <a href="/wiki/index.php/Tussle_in_Traverse_Town" title="Tussle in Traverse Town">Tussle in Traverse Town</a></p>
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