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Old 12-29-2004, 12:31 PM   #1114
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Post for Rasputina (1st)

A heavly burdened stranger walks through the mists of the night. Walking towards the Green Dragon, the creature comes under a lantern and we are able to see them. A tall creature she is, with dirty blonde hair. She is of the elven race and her eyes are a deep storm blue. Her garb is a bit frayed and tattered, wearing a corset and an old skirt. Among her garb like a diamond in the ruff is a elegant top hat, with many a strange feather poking out. She is trudging along with a crate of mysterious contents and a large pear-shaped and long necked case. As she passes, her steps speed. She had recieved an invitation to a handfasting, though through the origins of a friend of the couple.

"Hmm, quiet a lovely place... At least i've managed not to let any of my supplies drop out. Such a long way from Eryn Vorn, I hope there is a room left... Ah, there it is! The Green Dragon!"

She manages to walk through the door with much gruffing and sliding of supplies, finally reaching the owner's desk. She asks for a room, trying not to sound too strange to raise the attention of the other people gathered within the Green Dragon.

"Yes, um. My name? Rasputina. Yes. R-a-s-p-u-t-i-n-a. Thank you..."

After paying for the next several nights, she slips to the hallway and into her room. Even with her two large and mysterious looking packages, no notice is taken to her. She closes the door behind her with her only available limb, a left foot. Putting the burdens in the corner, she opens the pear-shaped one first. A strange instrument, almost like an enlarged fiddle, lies in the case. Next to it is another package in brown paper, and a long device made up of wood and hair. She removes the brown package and stores it in a dresser. Lifting up the heavy instrument and stick, she sits in a chair. Taking her other free hand she moves the stick across the instrument's strings. A deep and rich sound emits from the hole in the middle of it, filling the room. Before she can continue, a loud "thwap!" comes from the adjacent room. She sadly puts the lovely instrument away. Tomorrow though, it would sing and bellow for everyone's ears. It made her smile. It had been so long since another's ears had heard such an instrument, it delighted her to see it happen again.

As her mind ran through the thought of a handfasting, she remembered how tired she was. She couldn't sleep but, a rest upon a nice soft bed would be all that she needed.
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