Ragitsu

Tomorrow, they would depart for the Windspear Hills. V and J had vanished into the forest for a bit of foraging; the Harper was insistent that the market could not provide everything they needed. Meanwhile, K had accompanied N as she replenished her stores of mystical sundries among the assorted merchants. Only he and A remained in the elevated clearing overlooking the town. He busied himself with weapon maintenance, electing to sit on the largest rock (a smooth yet sloping seat). The hand-and-a-half was first. Ever so slowly, he worked the whetstone, in hopes of providing the Avariel with enough peace; still garbed in her mage's robe, she sat cross-legged on a blanket, spellbook tilted on a bag. Fingers exceptionally delicate glided beneath the arcane script. Occasionally, she would divert her gaze from the parchment to glance his way, but he happened to be thoroughly absorbed in examining the edge resting flat on his lap. However, he eventually stopped to take in the scenery, equally admiring the greenery and scanning for threats. At this moment, A happened to finish committing another enchantment to memory; her head tilted away, azure eyes meeting those of the human. Momentarily stunned, he afforded her a light smile and firmly returned to work before the possibility of conversation could distract either of them from their tasks. Internally, however... "The gods delight in irony", he thought. Despite the ordeal several years past that deprived her of her heritage and ultimately left her grounded, she had - in the hair's breadth they had become acquainted - unknowingly taken his heart to unparalleled heights. Had she noticed? How could a mind so acute and senses almost preternaturally keen fail to discern the change? Still, if she was aware of him, she betrayed no sign of understanding.

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It's a good pick for a modern martial art focused on grappling. --- --- ---

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* The strangest coins found in Myth Drannor are the yulthaari, 5-inch-long metal tubes of worked platinum (worth 3pp solely by their metal content). These are not actual coins so much as a promissory note of payment at a more convenient date. Smooth and unremarkable on the outside edge, the slim inside is marked with ridges, dots, and tactile patterns; the elf slips a yulthaar over a fingertip, and these patterns tell an elf, by their fine sense of touch, the product the presenter of a yulthaar wishes to buy, the amount of payment and its form, and names of the buyer and seller. Yulthaari are used when making large purchases such as entire shipments of goods (or entire businesses), and their use is a binding agreement between the two parties. Bids by yulthaari are also common in silent auctions or among the nobility, where open competition by wealth would be crass and the silent method of the yulthaari allows those who lose the bids to save face;

What's the difference between ignorance (towards genre conventions) and apathy (towards quest-givers)? I don't know and I don't care.

Even though the original trilogy is solid filmmaking (divorced from its titles), it still features too much in the way of Hollywood "DNA". Unfortunately, we need someone independently wealthy to organize a series of films much truer to the T man's legacy; otherwise, it is inevitable that corporate and political bodies will stick their fingers deep in the pie and sour the taste.

Long after everything else has faded and withered into nothingness, only hatred endures.