acquisitions


In the Archenland Forest
Eastern Archenland


You stand in the middle of a forest.  The trees are broadly spaced, the ground beneath you uncluttered by underbrush, giving the gently rolling landscape an almost parklike feel.  Dappled light filters down through the branches, leaves shimmering and translucent against the sunlight. A few birds flit by overhead while others sing in the trees, providing a merry counterpoint to the whispering of the wind.  To the south, you can see the mountains that separate Archenland from the Southern Desert.


Jana saunters through the trees, her expression particularly sour this evening.

Lanisen makes his way with some difficulty through the trees, a dead doe slung over his shoulders. He appears to be having quite a time of it, tripping frequently, but his expression is distinctly smug.
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fashion priorities


The Narrow Gate Hall
Andale
Eastern Archenland


The Hall of the Narrow Gate is brightly lit by a large chandelier, and by torches on the walls. A bar runs along the length of the south wall. Behind the bar stands Dranken, the Barman, polishing a glass. The wall behind him holds several bottles, and racks of glasses. There is also a menu offering drinks and food. The north wall is dominated by a cheerful stone fireplace. The rest of the room is filled with tables and stools, in little clusters all over the scuffed wooden floor. An arch leads to the Anteroom to the south.


Jana rolls her eyes and scowls.

Myrd looks increasingly impatient as he rolls a coin between two fingers. From the look he gives the barman, he’s obviously contemplating another round.
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peaches


In the Archenland Forest
Eastern Archenland


You stand on a well-trod path in the forest.  To the north, mountains separate Narnia from Archenland  To the south you see the continuing expanse of the Archenland forest. The path continues westward through the forest in one direction, and in the other, curves away to the northeast, toward Anvard.


Lanisen heads up the path, apparently wandering aimlessly. He has a half-eaten (incredibly juicy) peach in one hand, making an unfortunate mess of his sleeve.

Jana wrinkles her nose at the sight of Lanisen’s sleeve. “Hungry?”
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foiled


In the Archenland Forest
Eastern Archenland


Golden light filters down through the tree branches overhead, making the leaves glow translucently.  A gentle breeze stirs the leaves slightly, causing the light to shimmer on the grassy forest floor.  To the north stands a large stand of fir trees.


Jana sits at the base of the tree, touching up her make-up and looking put out.

Lanisen makes his way toward the peach tree from somewhere farther south in the forest. He pauses, blinking at Jana. “Hi,” he says, puzzled. “Thought you were off at the castle…?”
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the odd couple


Ziel’s Practice Grounds
Andale
Eastern Archenland


You stand in another bit of cleared ground, just off Vechter’s Field, and obviously a part of it. Ziel, a young Son of Adam, sits on his chair, generally snoozing unless he’s pestered for a target. Behind him is a pile of straw targets, some new, some half-made, some completely destroyed, ready to be taken apart and remade, if only Ziel would wake up and get to work. There are several stands at different hights, scattered across the clearing. It appears that the targets are affixed to these, once purchased.

The only easy way to leave is to go through Vecter’s Field to the east. The rest of the area is hemmed in by conifers.


Morrigan watches, once more quietly.

Lanisen is doing his best to tear up a target placed in an unobtrusive corner of the field. He’s obviously been at it for some time, as his face is beet red and glistening with sweat. He pauses, catches a glimpse of Shenzi, and turns with a scowl. “/What/?!”

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indiscreet


Andale Beach
Eastern Archenland



At the bottom of the slope, the beach spreads, a mixture of sand and gravel. Seagulls scream overhead, and small crabs scuttle about, between pools and bits of driftwood. There are a few larger rocks as well, slowing being eroded by wind and water. The Eastern Ocean seems to go on forever, the gray green waves stretching out to the horizon.

A path leads up the slope to the west toward the Beach Road


Myrd catches you sneaking in.

Morrigan catches you sneaking in.
Loc catches you sneaking in.

Loc’s eyes shift and he smirks. He casually moves to stand behind Lanisen.
Loc mumbles “Hey Lanny Boy.”, to Lanisen.
Loc mumbles “… Lanny Boy.”, to Lanisen.

Morrigan turns her head the slightest bit, catching movement; her scowl becoming more prominent.

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how not to kiss


In the Archenland Forest
Eastern Archenland


Golden light filters down through the tree branches overhead, making the leaves glow translucently. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves slightly, causing the light to shimmer on the grassy forest floor. To the north, stands a large stand of fir trees.


Jana sits at the bottom of the tree doing… something… to her hair.

Lanisen scrambles down awkwardly, clearly not at ease as far off the ground as the branches of the peach tree put him. As he’s not paying attention, his feet swing dangerously close to Jana’s head.

Jana swings her wet, multicolored head out of the way. “Watch it!”

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cleaning up


Loft
Lancelyn Green
Middle Archenland


You find yourself in a well built, fairly large loft. The wood planks comprising the floor are almost completely covered in hay. There are several piles of hay as well as a few bales to provide makeshift seating. Extra tools and equipment have also managed to find their way here. As you move a soft crunch, as well as the occasional squeak of wood greets your ears. There is a small window open to the road to the south.

As the loft extends back there are openings for the hay to be thrown down. A small gray kitten perches atop one of the bales grooming herself. With the smell of fresh hay and a rather cozy arrangement it is one of the more pleasant areas of the stable to be.


Lanisen is sitting next to the window, just to one side, keeping an eye on the road while trying to scrub his knife clean of the grime and blood from last night. He is quiet and withdrawn.

Loc sits on a haybale working on an arrow.

Jana is patching up the tunic they stole off the artist. She finishes after a few stitches and looks it over thoughtfully.

Zan yawns as he flips his newfound dagger up in the air and catches it over and over and over again. “Hey, pretty boy. Did I tell ya bout the sword? Darn pretty sword that was, too.”

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more blood


Cave Entrance
Western Archenland


You stand on a narrow ledge overlooking the pool below. A cool breeze blows off the spray of the waterfall, though it also makes the ledge quite slippery and dangerous. A narrow trail, littered with dirt and pebbles, goes behind the waterfall. The trail leads to a dark hole and looks to have been well travelled once upon a time.


Jana sits nearish the ledge, repairing clothes. She wears long sleeves despite the heat.

Lanisen climbs up the rope and slings his satchel up before hoisting himself over the edge. “Ugh,” he groans melodramatically, looking at his palms. “Are we moving on soon? ‘Cause I don’t think my hands will survive climbing that rope too many more times.”

Jana pulls a salve-sort-of thing of of her pack and tosses it at him. To him. A little of both, really. “Quit whining. Better hide-out than most.”

Lanisen lunges for the bottle and fumbles it. “Better’n a tree,” he concedes, picking up the bottle and unscrewing the cap. “Bleah! What is this stuff?” He sniffs suspiciously at the goop.

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punching bag


Cave Entrance
Western Archenland


You stand on a narrow ledge overlooking the pool below. A cool breeze blows off the spray of the waterfall, though it also makes the ledge quite slippery and dangerous. A narrow trail, littered with dirt and pebbles, goes behind the waterfall. The trail leads to a dark hole and looks to have been well travelled once upon a time.


Myrd climbs up the rope, choosing to sit some distance away. There is a scowl on his face.

Jana eyes him a moment, then chooses to ignore the scowl since its not altogether unusual anyway.

Lanisen comes out of the cavern, yawning and scrubbing sleep out of his eyes. He stretches and peers around the ledge blearily, giving a half-hearted nod to Jana and Myrd before plopping against the cave wall in his usual spot.

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