Grateful to be out of the rain, Aranel removed her rain-soaked cloak and laid it over a chair, then pulled the chair towards the soon-to-be fire so that it would dry. The rest of her garments were soaked through as well, but she preferred not to ask her host if he had a robe or sheet she might ...

The blade slipped from Aranel's hand and clattered on the cobblestone pavement.

Her eyes closed and she swayed slightly, as if held in the comforting arms of a mother rocking her child to sleep. Her mind was too muddled to think - she could only silently accept the comfort the song brought to her ...

The seemingly light-hearted question pierced Aranel to the core. She immediately stopped, her fingers lightly brushing the knife hilt now tucked in her belt. Just breathe she ordered herself, willing her mind not to jump to conclusions. “I would…” she started, forcing herself to consider the ...

OOC: So sorry it took so long for this reply... I will not let it happen again if I can help it!

IC:
Maybe it was the sincere enthusiasm in the man’s voice… or the innocent way he pulled at his hair… or, a less pleasant thought, maybe he had cast a spell on her while he sang… but Aranel trusted him ...

Don't worry - eventually the story will come out as to why her father was there... I figured it would give a better explanation as to why she had an elven mother since you mentioned the islands were inhabited by them... Anyway - I'm sure I'll come up with a good explanation *grins*

And as to the ...

Note: History edited and submitted for re-approval

The question gave Aranel pause as two warring responses welled up in her. The hurting, defensive, mildly sarcastic side would have answered "I doubt it" - bluntly. The sensitive, trusting side wanted to answer, "You have already done more than you know..."

Either response would have been true in ...

Aranel bit back the urge to smirk at the singer's silent request. It was risky... but considering the alternatives, definately worth a try. At least it would be the option the least likely to incriminate herself in the eyes of all these people.

With a swift move Aranel plucked a small blade from an ...

Aranel mentally cursed the impetuous move she had made. As she pushed herself off the floor, she realized her hood had fallen back, and now her identity would be marked by anyone who cared to notice. It had been a foolish maneuver… succeeding only in that it made the singer aware of his precarious ...

Hope…

Like the beginning of a clear mountain stream, it flowed through Aranel’s spirit, easing her pain and lessening her despair. With a flick of her hand, she brushed away a final tear, before turning her gaze to the man upon the stage. How had he done that? How, with a song, a mere voice, had ...

More than the average forum I'd say

OOC: I hope you don't mind, I thought I would join in :) I have no set plans as yet either - so feel free to meet, or not meet, Aranel.

IC:

Aranel’s fingers tightened around the handle of her own tankard of ale, which she had been nursing for the better part of the evening. Any excuse to remain in ...

Sorry - not a published author... I do love to write but I would not want anyone thinking I am of that caliber :) I would be sure to dissappoint. Thank you for the warm welcome though!

From what I have seen so far, Thar is an impressive place to be. I just have to find a way to slip into the story ...

Well... I'm new... and bound to be blasted for crashing someone elses newbie thread...

But I will risk your sarcasm and critique anyway as I did not see the need for starting my own thread :)

Having read everything there is to read on these boards for the most part, *aka: brown-nosing the higher ...

Player Name: Rayli

Name: Aranel Nolatari Fletcher

Age: 27

Race: Half-Elven

Height: 5 ft. 9 in.

Weight: 130 lbs.

Physical Description: Aranel is tall and slender, yet well-toned. Her hair is golden blonde and falls just below her shoulders, generally kept in a thick braid to keep it out of ...