Legends of the Pink Clan

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New days herald (10Jul05 12:00 PM Local)

The hin awoke to greet the new day, spilling into the small barracks room, warming the air and shifting the dusty floor a little. she took a deep breath, considering a moment before smiling. Today she would take the lady across the street to her offer for a new hair style. She felt she earned the pampering and it was, after all, another oppertunity to sing and revel with the children, playing her flute to all delights...

she sighed a little more somber then a moment, as she though about her late evening talk with the warrior Kalin. It was the low point of the eve but it was good for all. understanding came of that and for that alone, millia was happy.

Her stomach growled, telling her of her needs and she slowly got out of the very comfortable bed, with very comfortable covers, and slips her small feet into her very comfortable slippers, green in color, and shaped like little bunnies. She took two steps before yelping out a "Epp!"ing in shock before woddling quickly to the loo, nature's call demanding...

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The Quick and the Bread (18Jul05 9:19 PM Local)

The sun was shining over head on a brillantly blue skies day at the Twisted Tower as the hin Millia Quick Stout marched out in soft pad fashion, her fey, nesseled on her backpack, resting quietly as she headed back north. with 20 coins and improved sence of mission and cause in her pose, she marched north along the grassy road, giggling with delight.

She was passing the large and overally meladramatic Temple to Lathander when she stopped, her expression utterly amazed at what she standing ten feet away from her. Her jaw dropped slackened, her head leaning forward, as shocked over took her. Her fey looked over his mistress'es head and he hissed a confused growl, uncertain to what he was seeing.

What she saw, merely grinned that of so familiar grin. 'There you are, Milli-Butt! They said you were about!'

Millia could do nothing but rub her eyes again, amazed. 'G-G-Gia?'

'Expecting someone else?' The hin facing Millia grinned, scratching the back of her head, nervously herself, the tight pony tail flailing in the wind.

The hin in leathers then squeeled and dashed to run into the hin in dark blue scale, slaming into the hin in warm and long missed huggle, causing the other hin to grunt from the impact as she steadies herself. 'OPHT! Mia, NO!'

'GIA GIA GIA!'

'Mia-Mia-Mia!'

The guards on patrol merely stooped in their tracks to chuckle to themselves, the two hin embrassing at arm's length, each dancing around and babbling in hin, the fey now floating in the air, still with that perplexed look. It was then that they noted that both hin shared something in common. Their hair was pink, glowy and flowy.

But for Millia Quick Stout, it was a wonderful time. For its not everyday you get to see your far living-elsewhere in the realms to visit, thus play the role of House Guest.

Ginnia Quick Stout was in the dale, thus likely mischieft was afoot, anew...

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Cause and Affect (29Jul05 10:35 AM Local)

A really neat way to reclaim my conscience, post Julian... TU, Legionarre

The Hin Millia dressed, like normal, on this warm and balmy day. Birds sang, deer rutted, and....

her finger itched.

She rubbed her hands a bit and head to the front door of the Whitestars Head Quarters, opening the door and looked surprised as the skies was dark, the outside wet and rain falling in sheets. 'But..but..?' The hin whined loudly to herself and unfolded her Bumbershot and marched out into the rainy weather, protected at least.

She makes one stop along the way, to the Herb shop, mewing her greetings to Hoareb Nimblefingers and making a quick purchase. 'Me thanks, Miss Herb lady. Yes me hopes Max stop crap back, too, yes?'

Soon a growl from her stomach reminded her of needs and she skipped the rest of the muddy way to the Skull Inn where storm clouds inside formed....

'I have shot nothing of the sort.' mouthed off a odd bespecticled hin.

'Roido, perhaps you should leave this establishment until this is sorted out?' Innate Vilmar Durothil, in his sharp Whitestars Leathers was 'talking' to the hin in calm but wary tones.

The hin was surounded, effectively by the Whitestar Elf, The elf mage Shaihulude Kuliandriel, the Sorceror JenWa and a terse looking Jhaele Silvermane, other patrons quiet and watchful and Millia folded her bumbershot after shaking it of rain water. The dwarf Shug Hammerfell, standing aloft but clearly hoping the hin does something rash, the way he carried himself suggested much...

'Roido..? That is not my name. Seems you have mistaken me for someone else.' The hin was calm for but a blink before roaring loud in anger at the slight. 'Lies?! How dare you!'

Realising his 'mistake', the elf raised his hands in gesture of 'Opps' quick to control the damage. 'Razil, perhaps we should go outside...

Terse and precise, Jhaele nodded in agreement, tapping her foot impatient enough. 'Please do so. A night in the jail may straighten his memory...' The Lady JenWa merely frowned her brows and muffled a 'Hmf' in concert.

'That is a good idea, that man there is accusing me of lying.' Smug and defiant, the hin was and Vilmar, glancing to his left, smiled a little upon seem the hin lady approuch. 'Could you give me a hand, Millia?'

Shaihulude simply nodded to the hin's arrival, where as Shug squinted. Millia herself frowned, as she again, rubbed her left hand. With her arrival, the Elf felt bold enough to change the course of this confrontation. 'Come now Razil'

Surprisingly, he did as commanded and the procession departed the Skull Inn without further note. Only the sigh of relief from the Inn Keeper and a mew of mild pain from Millia herself was note of worth...

After a transaction of a red gem between JenWa and Millia (her hands itching more, something the sorceror took concerned note of herself), the gaggle ended up where all justice is conducted: The Twisted Tower...

'Surely if I had, I would gladly turn myself in.' The Nutter hin barked out to the one man perhaps not best to be barked at, the Lord Charney Ricpeth.

'Where were you then when this had occured?' Ricpeth, in his usually absurd flowly purple clothing, looking commanding... and unwilling to broke any unwanted insolence.

The others stood silent as they listened to the interigation occuring.

'No, sir.' The Nutter hin shook his head but once, angering the Lord then and there. 'No? I asked you where were you'

The mage Shai then spoken, fleshing out a forgotten detail on the matter. 'he told valmir he was a newcomer, M'lord... but', as his finger gestured to the Sorceror, 'but she has met him as well before today, sir.'

Millia stood back, listening but frowning still as she shook her hand about. 'Ow.... ow...'

'Your full name, Razil' The Lord listened to the hin point of view, crossing his arms across his foppish colored chest.

'My full name? I don't know.. I was in the middle of a field thinking of something, but I forgot. And tried to remember what it was.

'Razil Underhill!' 'Roido!' 'Nutter Hin! Forgive me, Millia' 'ow.... [h] Me means your Given by your mom-ther name..... when you get in trouble and she REALLY cranky name... yes? ow....'

Ricpeth held his hands up, in gesture for calm. 'Let the hin speak'

Shug squinted over,listening as the lord nodded, then looks up at Shai. 'Are you sure this is the hin responsible?' All the while, as she shook her hand, the burning sensation on the non very uncomfortable lady hin...

'absolutely my lord', spoke up Shai, grim and annoyed his expression.

Vilmar Durothil's Sense Motive Check, Roll: 18 Skill Modifier: -1 = 17

Charney then looked back at Vilmar, seeking conformation. 'Have you heard the witness' accounts as well, Vilmar?'

'I have, and they all concur with Shai's account'.

At this time, JenWa took notice of Millia's odd figgeting, as the questioning continued...

'You say he fired a crossbow bolt, Shai?'

'yes, m'lord. Into the chair'.

'Well .. What do you have to say to this, Razil?'

And all the while, Millia began to growl softly and she finally peeled off her glove (which was begining to smoke, slightly) of her left hand, exposing the metal colorful bracer underneight and the yellow ring on her index finger, glowing especially bright. With a whimper, she held her hand with the other and looked surprised at it's unnatural glow.

The others then took note, at the hin, even the accused, with a suprised smirk on his expression.


Then, she started waving her hand wildly, as concern turned in fright for the hin. 'Ow.... ow... OWIE! It Burn! Ow.... ow.. Jen..!'

JenWa then kneeled down to examine her ring hand, concentrating. spellcraft check: 26 and then a frown, as Millia bite down on her lower lip trembling from the growing pain 'ow....ow.. OWIE!'

'I say that I believe this has to be an imposter, I had not done thing sort of thing ever, nor will I r...' A dismissive hand gesture from the lord quiets the accused hin a moment 'A moment, Razil. Millia?'

Shai, leaning over, asked calmly to the woman and woman-hin, 'What is wrong Jen?' His expression changed slowly towards confusion.

'Not sure...' She began as the pain finally made the hin scream and she flicked her wrist in the air and the glowing and not smoking ring flinged into the air. All eyes watched the ring land with noise on the smooth and glossy marbel.

'Hmm... Interesting' 'Troll'sbl'ood' 'Hmm how long have you had it, Millia??''Some magical means no doubt' ''ow....ow.. i-t no does That 'fore....?'

The accused watched, as the ring glowed bright red and orange. Millia held her hand, shivering and looked at her finger, with bright 2nd degree burns. JenWa still watched the ring, with a deper frown as it caught fire around the metal band. The metal glows ever brighter as wisps of fire dance around its surface. As the fire continues ... the metal begins to melt ... Slowly the ring deform... until all that is left is a puddle of gold that quickly turns to ash...

End of Part one.

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Cause and Affect, part Two (29Jul05 10:35 AM Local)

*Edited for clarity, humor and overall improvements... No It didn't go exactly like this but this is Millia so do you really trust this as a legal document?

Cause and Affect, part Two (29Jul05 10:35 AM Local)
Vilmar looked surprised at the ring began to smell into the floor, as all eyes where upon Millia and her burned finger, puffing at her digit with short exhales of breath. 'Me b-boughts in Waterdeep.... from Order Of Tower Guild... Me boughts it from gems Julian gaves me for dagger.... Order Mages tell it good verse evil folks..... owie... '

JenWa : [Tell] "One ring to rule them all..."

'Some magical means no doubt' 'Indeed.' 'That's a Mage Tower...' 'What in hells ...''hotter 'an a f'rge in 'dermountain' The crowd muttered senselessly as they observed. JenWa took Millia's injured hand and dragged the hin off with a sudden squeal, a distraction that Roido Poppins, the accused hin, took for action. 'Up for touching what remains, mate?'

Ricpeth, scowled as he turned back to the hin in question. 'You, Razil Underhill, are not touching anything. We still have your case to settle.

'My case has already been settled. I have told you I never did anything.' Vilmar slowly turned to face Ricpeth, as Shaihulude looked shocked at the accused hin. Ricpeth was not amused. 'And I hear otherwise. May I see your crossbow?'

Evendur Evenwood approached the proceedings and leaded his brought back against a pillar, as the hin handed over his unloaded weapon. 'Er.. Why?'

The lord glanced towards Shai a moment, the elf nodding once to the silent question, then back towards Roido. 'Well ... I have multiple witnesses that recount what happened. Their stories match. But you deny it all?'

'I told you, I only just set foot in that tavern not long ago, and after I got accused of this. ... I don't understand what he meant.' 'my lord? JenWa's has also been witness to this hin talking about killing people and pixies in a most gruesome way' 'fergive me y'lordships, but der's talking of killing.. and attempting te kill, not the same issue is it?' 'Is that really so? And are there any witnesses about that? I doubt it.'

The course line of musicians grew to a crescendo when Lord Ricpeth finally growled, "Silence!" With that pronouncement, all parties ceased as they had his honor's rapt attention. "Razil Underhill. Speaking of threats and Injury, whether in jest OR Intent, can not be condoned in polite society."

The defiant hin looked Lord Ricpeth in the face then, a expression of mild disinterest carried on his face. " But what if I talk about killing myself? Wouldn't that please you all?" The gathering murmured among themselves to this as 'Razil' crossed him arms.

No one spoke for a moment as Ricpeth took the accused hin's measure. It was Evendur, in dour humor who finally offered in bizarre fashion to Roido, smirk firmly in place. "Need a dagger?" The chambers snickered amongst the crowd until a dark look from Lord Ricpeth cowed them to silence once more. "Razil Underhill …"

"Razil, Razil, Razil.. That is all you say, old one. Though I have no clue as to why you call me 'Razil'?" Ricpeth's eyes narrowed slowly then.

"Razil Underhill … This is the verdict then. You will pay Jhaele the sum of 50 gold for the disruption you have caused in the Old Skull Inn. You will not be allowed into the inn for one month after that. Fail that and I wi…"

The hin stretched his arms above his head, the fluffy sleeves slowly sliding down and interrupted him. Oddly enough however, his manner of speech and tone changes. "[h] Big deal. [com] You really think I care?"
"You had better, or I'll have you thrown in jail. Well?" "Is she here? No."

"Very well. Evendur."

"Yes."

"Escort this .. "Razil" to the Old Skull. Make sure he pays the sum to Jhaele" "Yes, s…" The gathering drew it's collective breaths as Roido drew a hidden dagger and held it across the left side of is throat with his right hand.

"One step and I will do it."

The crowd sounded anxious as Evendur took a tentative step towards the irrational hin. Lord Ricpeth's warning echoing in the halls. "Enough. Put that weapon away or you will find yourself in jail, Halfling. Sir Evendur, disarm him." The Whitestar commander took one more step and the accused growled out "Back off!"

Vilmar Durothil, who had been quietly supporting his commander, looked to Evendur for the 'word', as the elf placed his palm on the pommel of sword. Again, Roido growled, "I'm warning you! Back off!"

Evendur nodded once, twice and the Lord's Guard started a slow and subtle set of movements towards the deranged hin. "You come with me or else, Hin. I am warning you but once."

"You really think I care don't you? Get lost elf, choke on your own tongue." The hin's voice changed pitch again, more tenor and frightened as he yelled at Lord Ricpeth, "Get him out of my face, sire!"

Various hands began to drop to their weapons and peace knots, including a man named Shaihulude Kuliandriel, drawing forth a slender tube of bone with a ruby affixed to the time. He spoke quietly to no one in particular. "May I, my lord? it is a sleep spell"

Shai's smile was the catalyst as Roido's dagger hand dropped over head as he charged Lord Ricpeth then. Evendur and Vilmar was already in motion but the Halfling was incredibly faster. The Lord was reaching for a small mace in his belt loop

T'was then that Shay activated his wand at Roido. The wand discharged and enveloped the intended target. however, a significant miscalculation occurred as the hin resisted the effects of the spell as well as Evendur and Vilmar... but the great lord of Shadowdale, Lord Charney icpeth...

...was snoozing on the glossy marble floor suddenly, much to the sheer surprise of everyone in the audience chamber.

Roido Poppins skid to a stop and dropped his dagger into a clatter of the stone floor as several drawn blades now ringed his neck. He could only laugh then at the scene with a sneer. " ... Smart. Fine, I'll come now. Am I still going to the Inn with you, Elf Droppings?"
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JenWa was finishing wrapping Millia's hand in damp healer's gauze when the precession departed the Twisted Tower under a chorus of mutterings: "'Hmm, so what happened to the hin, Even? ....Wonder if a cleric could heal him...?''where is JenWa?' 'it was an honest mistake Sir. he was attempting to put the hin to sleep, not the Lord of Shadowdale.' 'I might, Even ... Show's over folks...' 'Would it be prudent to have a holy man inspect hin's head to seek thy cause of his crazed annerisms?' 'heal who? that Hin? he needs a good boot in the arse... and he is in the cells...' 'Aye, or in the head' 'What doth be transpiring with hin? he doth be addlepated? or crazed by disease?' 'this hin's a right nut of the wrong tree'

Most of the gaggle of voyeurs headed north but Evendur and Vilmar walked over to the sorceress and fellow Whitestar, expressions of equal mirth and relief evident. "Well, well. All things end well with sleep. Heh. Is Millia all right, JenWa?"

"Me is fines now, thank yous!" Millia took a false indignant tone as she looked over the healing work of JenWa before thanking her. JenWa herself busied herself helping put away her healing items as Evendur explained to her what had happened to the hin, to the tune of shock and amusement for all.

"That hin wasn't right at all. Suicidal, he was." Evendur rubbed his left hand through his hair and shook his hair in a small pick up of wind around him.

As Vilmar's smirk turned into a open laugh to Evendur's retort, JenWa nodded her head slowly in agreeing with Even's assessment, her brown hair also flowing in the soft wind. 'Hmm... it doesn't sound that simple, I think. Aye, has more to do with his head.' Her slender index finger rapt at her temples for effect.

All the while, having all but briefly forgotten the debacle with her ring, the hin sat back in the flowers next to JenWa, clapping her hands gingerly in rhyme, singing a inane hin song. '[h] Ding-Dong-Ding! Elf is nutter, Elf is Nutter, Can't aim crap! Can't Aim crap! He hit the Outhouse! Blew up the crap house! Poop in soup, Poop in soup!'...

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It's called editing, love... as you can see the story was a monster as is, why i did the chorus of voices, to simulate the mess the whole coversation. no slight was intended love... beut wouldn't you want to spend the remainder of the story off camera tending Millia's injury in the flowers instead of what REALLY happened, love?

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Effort put forth... (4Aug05 8:56 AM Local)

'The Shadows my Mistress and The Art my betrothed'

The hin was on a rampage. little smiley faces were inked everywhere in sleepy Shadowdale! She had no real clue why she was so whimsically being a 'artist' but she was enjoying herself immensely, regardless. all these weeks of work and practice of the art of stealthy and sneaky and Millia was back on her game, as tuff as ever...

"Me is gonna get ba-ack, JenJen", the hin giggled and taunted playfully to herself as she hatched her master plan to get 'revenge' upon her beloved friend...

Rge2/Brd4/Wiz3

[valn99]

W00t!! Congrats PW

[cue dramatic music and Patrick Stewart doing the voice-over:]
And thus began the Ink Wars...

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Busty Redheads, dusty rats, and Naughty bits (7Aug05 2:57PM Local)

The three Whitestars creeped down the cellar, wooden planks creeking with each step taken, little puffs of dust rising in the air. Soft giggles echo as doors open seeming magically, the squeel of a rat as something steps on its tail. Three Whitestars wait the completion of their dare in the Velvet Veil's cellar, in Ashanbenford...

'I have opened the doors, Millia. you may', Vilmar smirked under the cloak of invisiably, 'begin'.

'Me thanks'. The hin giggled and looked her friend of wizardry, Venessa and both began their gestures, dropping small silvered daggers into the air, upon completing their spell. The casting alerted the many, many vermin in the dark rooms ahead and a mod of screeching greeted the three....

The daggers, enchanged to attack all enemies of their casters, began a visious fight, killing off dozens of rats before their magics faded off, leaving bloody and melted vaguely dagger shaped objects in their passing.

'What a mess. Millia, i can not tell which dagger was which, could you? did you count, Little Sister?' Venessa began to move a broom across the floor, pushing rat bodies and guts to the side, the work wrinkling her nose.

'Uh, NO?' was all that Millia murmured, herself a little confused as she started counting each killed rat corpse.

'A draw then, ladies?' Vilmar finally faded into view, leaning against the wall, with a cocky expression to greet the pair of Part-Time wizards.

'Perhaps. But are you merely suggesting a draw to end any arguement, or do you wish to go back up stairs to oggle more flesh?' The human woman, hands her hands on her hip, striking a pose and smirking herself as the male elf faked a expression of deep hurt.

Millia dusted her hands off and turned giggling as she muttered a comment in hin to Venessa' shocked look.

' [h] Red Head Lady have bigger melon than you!'

The hin squeeled in delight as Venessa's open palm just barely missed wisking her pink hair....

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Details lost (9Aug05 6:46 AM Local)

'I... I surrender!'

The human, bloody, cowed and begging for mercy as the adventurers three surrounded him at the land bluff's edge. The sun was soon setting and his mates, dead and crisped from the fireball that consumed some of them, still sizzled and popped. The hin Millia, crossbow held at the ready covered as Valdur and Amandur moved forward to take control of this prisoner in the southern cormanthor. 'Finally a break in determining the nature of the Talonian or Zhent threat....'

The man's head exploded with bright cascade of bone, life fluid and grey matter, causing the elf warrior to duck and the hin to dash behind a tree. The elf mage, merely growled as gore simply rained down and around his magical defences. 'Drow!'

As Valdur moved to the edge, to attack the drow assassin (who already was flanking away in the deep depression from the 3 would-be heros), the utterance of who silenced the man was of little consiquence, as his now exposed tongue flapped in the bloody breeze before finally falling forward in the equally blood grass with the the rest of the now skull-less corpse...

[rudy2688]

Wow. As always a mouthful.

[Reddfox321]

This thread is simply awesome. Great story telling.

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'...On the Spider, Nasty and Zhent filled road again... just can't wait to get on the Spider, Nasty and Zhent filled road again...' (23Aug05 6:49 AM Local)

Typical travel complaints, when one takes a vacation. One: It rains, a lot. Two: It's fowl weather, thundering and flashing all along the 'Teshy' Trail during that travel. Three?:

You're a traveller hin who greatly dislikes such fowl, thundery and flashy rain...

"ME no likes Crappy, Pissy, Earthmom! Me no likes Bladder Infection!"

Such is fate when goes on vacation to visit friends you love in the region known as Daggerdale...

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To hunt a moking bird... (29Aug05 6:14 AM local)

Grey skies greeted the cool forest air outside the city walls of Dagger Falls, bleak and threatening rain again. folks were seeking shelter, safety in thier homes and shops... not so for nature, as a gaggle of birds resting in the trees, not in the least interested in flying in the very brisk conditions. but something else was inclined, watching from a tree across the way, watching carefully.

The gaggle, consisting of 12 pegions, dozens of sparrows, larks and robins (sadly, blue in color, likely bluejays then) and 3 ravens, black feathers, dark colored, arrogant, cocky....

just a swoop's strike from being a meal.

The birds were all chirping away, heedless of the danger that observed them. And that is when he chose to attack. His tactic was going to be simple enough, pure surprise bum~rushing. 'After all', the hunter thought to himself in a optuse from of draconic, 'It has worked from me in the Shadow Forests?'

his retilian mind made up, the hunter began his attack run, swooping from his hidden perch towards the gaggle, his prey, certain that his meal would be very messy crow indeed...

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Farmer Semlber TomJams was tilling his field, hoe in hand, with his two young sons, with smaller hoes in their hands, enjoying a hard working morning. with the air cool and grey, it was a good day to work (though if you ask the two sons, 8 & 9, they might offer slightly elevated points of view on this) and chauntea was blessing them, in normally blessless Dagger Falls... when he heard the most unusual call and looked up...

...to see a most beautiful creature irridesent scales shimmering, with clear as light wings, green in color and swooping in the air from one set of trees near the edge of his plot, towards another...

'HONK! Hoink!'

'What in bloody Lathander's panties....?'

The creature swooped into a gaggle of birds, the group blossoming in all directions, and thudded into a tree branch with a very loud THWAP!


-More Tonight-

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Barrels of Explosive Monkies (28Aug05 10:06 PM Local)

A note, in standard Whitestar parchment, and written in elvish, written for all hands, the Whitestars...

Evendur, Frem and all Whitestars, read and heed:

Sergant Gothtry, under orders from Lord Ricpeth, recently gave me a command to organize the 'stars for cave patrol of Old Skull. The reason, you may be asking? Explosive filled barrels having been left in the caves. Purpose remains unknown as i have little details currently. Valdur, JenWa and Lereth of Ilmatier are familiar with the situation and i hope to interview them for more details. As it stands, when we gather back up, we should consider a explorative of the said caves...

in the mean time, i will lead any searchs of the outer caves, no deeper than 50' from entrences. the barrels, filled with various gases, use small fire beetles as the catalise, something as Valdur already noted is effective in destroying evidence...

just be warry of these barrels, certainly any barrels that seem odd.... or leak...

Milliam Quicken Stoutfolk, Whitestars Scout and Lorehin.