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There are four obvious exits: north[r], east[r], south[r], west[r].
Ethya[female elf], Valandil[male elf] and a childlike curvaceous male elf.
You dismount Whirlwind[male horse].
>You start to lead Whirlwind[male horse].
>Whirlwind[male horse] twitches its ears.
You bow politely.
You speak calmly in Common: A good evening.
>The childlike curvaceous male elf drinks water from the fountain.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Hm you're from the Shaolin, we met
before right?
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: Briefly, yes.
You introduce yourself as: Sensei Glorfindel of the Order of the Shaolin.
>Ethya[female elf] introduces herself as:  Ethya, public servant of Her
Majesty.
Ethya[female elf] smiles friendly.

   It's a clouded autumn night and large parts of the sky are covered.
   Some wind blows from the south.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Hm, actually I wanted to learn from
the Shaolin some bit, if that'd be alright, but I'm not sure where your
monastary resides.
Valandil[male elf] is a black-haired very young male elf.
He has a scar on his left cheek.
He has dark eyes.
He has normal long black hair.
He is of normal height and of normal weight for an elf.
He looks wonderful.
He is in good shape.
He is extremely weary.
He is wearing a large leather backpack, a pair of black leather boots, a
pair of leather gauntlets, a pair of leather thigh-guards, a silken cloak
and a studded leather cap.
You surmise that he wears additional body armours and clothing under this.
He has a scabbard belt under his clothes.
You think he is wearing jewelry.
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: By the way, this is Alhiri.
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: The location of the monestary is kept
a secret to most but those who wish to take the belt and robe.
Alhiri[male elf], Ethya[female elf], Valandil[male elf] and Whirlwind[male
horse].
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: He counts as a girl, don't you
Alhiri?
The water in the fountain bubbles loudly.
Alhiri[male elf] says in Common: ...Shut up, Val~
You tell Alhiri[male elf] in Common: A pleasure to meet you, Alhiri.
>Alhiri[male elf] introduces himself as: Alhiri.
Ethya[female elf] introduces herself as:  Ethya, public servant of Her
Majesty.
Valandil[male elf] places his hand down on Alhiri's head, he smirks at
the boy, as he glanced down at the boy, stroking his hair as he looks down
to him.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Don't get so mad Alhiri.
Alhiri[male elf] says in Common: It's nice to meet you too~
>Ethya[female elf] smiles thoughtfully.
Alhiri[male elf] pouts and looks up at  Valandil.
Alhiri[male elf] looks at Ethya[female elf].
Alhiri[male elf] looks at you.
Several elves armed with longbows rush down the street and are gone some
seconds later.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: So, how long does someone dedicate
themselves to take up the belt?
><Shao-Lin> Gadihel[female elf]: It's now around the first quarter of
the 1st hour of this Day of Honesty.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Also, does someone have to take a
vow to join the monastery?
<Shao-Lin> Gadihel[female elf]: Nothing disturbs the peace of the
temple.

   It's a clouded autumn night and large parts of the sky are covered.
   Some wind blows from the south.
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: Dedication is expect upon those who
follow the path of the monestary. It is a choice for life. Your old life
will end and a new one begin, once you set your feet to the path.
You speak calmly in Common: We do not usually have lay monks nor people who
choose to be monks for a time, due to the dependencies and demanding of the
path.
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: I see, that's quiet the commitment
actually.
You nod to Valandil[male elf].
You speak calmly in Common: It is.
You speak calmly in Common: The path of the Shaolin is not an easy one. It
is filled with confusion, hard training and requires a lot of patience of
oneself.
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: So, does that mean I'll have to give
up, letting Alhiri sit on my lap? Or, wandering around looking to make some
money for myself?
You speak calmly in Common: Though, with patience and discipline, it'll lead
you to a master of yourself that will bring you closer to what you really
are.
>Ethya[female elf] smiles thoughtfully.
>Ethya[female elf] smiles friendly.
Alhiri[male elf] looks away, blushing softly.
The water in the fountain bubbles loudly.
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: Monks are usually choose to poverty,
though there are demandings in life that may require to have a small stash
of personal income.
You speak calmly in Common: You'll not find rich men amongst us, though.
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Hm, you mean food, water, so
poverty, a vow of poverty?

   It's a clouded autumn night and large parts of the sky are covered.
   Some wind blows from the south.
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: There is no vow of poverty, yet money
does distract on from the path.
You speak calmly in Common: The actual restrictions will be chosen by the
master who would be teaching you in that regard.
>Ethya[female elf] smiles thoughtfully.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: So do monks take vows like the
crusaders?
Several elves armed with longbows rush down the street and are gone some
seconds later.
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: We do not have commandments like the
crusaders do. There is no deity governing us with the law of the devine.
You speak calmly in Common: There is no vow, but as a monk, your word is
expected to be a bond.
Valandil[male elf] is a black-haired very young male elf.
He has a scar on his left cheek.
He has dark eyes.
He has normal long black hair.
He is of normal height and of normal weight for an elf.
He looks wonderful.
He is in good shape.
He is slightly alert.
He is wearing a large leather backpack, a pair of black leather boots, a
pair of leather gauntlets, a pair of leather thigh-guards, a silken cloak
and a studded leather cap.
You surmise that he wears additional body armours and clothing under this.
He has a scabbard belt under his clothes.
You think he is wearing jewelry.
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: My word is expected to be a bond?
Meaning?
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: That if you commit yourself to the
monestary, that you'll keep to it.
>
   On this slightly clouded autumn night the stars twinkle brightly. A
   strong wind blows from the south.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: I see, so do you know of a guild
called, "The Order" they're warriors I hear.
Ethya[female elf] smiles friendly.
You speak calmly in Common: I have heard of the Order, yes.
You speak calmly in Common: Though they are more then simple warriors, that
much is known about them.
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Do you know where I could find
them?
A group of merchants passes by, loudly discussing their business.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: I've been trying to find them for a
while now, ran into too much trouble traveling on my own however.
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: The Order is a constant ally of the
deathpriests, as such they do lean heavily to what here in elvandar is
considered 'Evil'. As such, it is not naturally that they share their
wereabouts with ones such as myself.
You speak calmly in Common: They are not per se set on the path of darkness,
yet many believe they lean much towards them.
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: I thought they were just an order of
warriors, not allies of...
You shake your head in disagreement.
You speak calmly in Common: It must be said that little is known about them,
they prefer secrecy.
>
   On this slightly clouded autumn night the stars twinkle brightly. A
   strong wind blows from the south.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Well, that's a bit of a let down on
my part, so what guild would be the most intrested in the benefits of, let's
say Elvandar.
You speak calmly in Common: Much of what makes them appear evil could be a
lie. I have not made my mind up about them myself yet.
>Alhiri[male elf] looks at Valandil[male elf].
You speak calmly in Common: Though there were often people of their kidn who
would raid this city, try to raze it to the ground. Kill their citizens,
destroy the watchtowers the crusade built... things like this, do not create
the best image for the people here.
Valandil[male elf] is a black-haired very young male elf.
He has a scar on his left cheek.
He has dark eyes.
He has normal long black hair.
He is of normal height and of normal weight for an elf.
He looks wonderful.
He is in good shape.
He is very alert.
He is wearing a large leather backpack, a pair of black leather boots, a
pair of leather gauntlets, a pair of leather thigh-guards, a silken cloak
and a studded leather cap.
You surmise that he wears additional body armours and clothing under this.
He has a scabbard belt under his clothes.
You think he is wearing jewelry.
You ponder the situation.
>Ethya[female elf] smiles thoughtfully.
A swarm of bats flutters out of a nearby tree and leaves into the night.
You speak calmly in Common: It much depends on what you wish your path to be
and what profession are looking for.
>
You're beginning to get a little thirsty.
Nothing to worry about yet, but you could drink something!

Ethya[female elf] smiles friendly.
You speak calmly in Common: The crusade is always looking for new recruits,
as are the clerics of Taniel, whose beautiful temple resides here in Her
Majesties Capitol.
Ethya[female elf] smiles friendly.
You hear a dog barking somewhere in the streets.
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: Only the most stout of heart dare to
face the undead terrors in battle. Many cry out in fear and they are right
to. I have fought many battles against the creatures of the dark god and I
rightfully can say, I do feel with those who flee from their sight. It is
brave of you to wish to rid Elvandar of these evils, yet without formal
training you'll be lost in this cause.
Ethya[female elf] smiles thoughtfully.

   On this slightly clouded autumn night the stars twinkle brightly. A
   strong wind blows from the south.
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: Though some clerics wield the blade,
a cleric is a man of the word, not of the blade. Their strength lies in
devotion and dedication to their god and in the power their deity grants
them.
>Ethya[female elf] smiles thoughtfully.
Alhiri[male elf] looks at you.
Ethya[female elf] smiles friendly.
Several elves armed with longbows rush down the street and are gone some
seconds later.
Hmmmmm.
>Alhiri[male elf] says in Common: Ah um, Sorry, Val is doing something
at the moment, I'm sure he'll be back in a moment~
You speak calmly in Common: He seems to be daydreaming.
>
You're beginning to get a little thirsty.
Nothing to worry about yet, but you could drink something!

<OOC>: that sounded like it belonged ooc :)
>
   On this slightly clouded autumn night the stars twinkle brightly. A
   strong wind blows from the south.
<OOC>: Alhiri[male elf]: xD I'm new so I kinda fail lol
<OOC>: don't worry :)
>Alhiri[male elf] says in Common: Hey, Glorfindel~? Where did you get
all your scars?
Ethya[female elf] smiles thoughtfully.
You hear a dog barking somewhere in the streets.

You're beginning to get a little thirsty.
Nothing to worry about yet, but you could drink something!

You speak calmly in Common: That is a question that could fill evenings full
of tales and singing.
>Alhiri[male elf] says in Common: It is~?
You nod to Alhiri[male elf].
>Alhiri[male elf] looks up at Glorfindel, smiling.
You tell Alhiri[male elf] in Common: I have lived one hundred and fiftyfour
years on Forostar and in my time here I have fought more battles then I can
remember.
>Alhiri[male elf] says in Common: Ohhh, I see, I don't like
fighting...~
Alhiri[male elf] laughs alittle.

   On this slightly clouded autumn night the stars twinkle brightly. A
   strong wind blows from the south.
You speak calmly in Common: Some of us choose to take the blade so others
don't have to.
>Alhiri[male elf] says in Common: That's a good way to see it, I
guess~
>The short-legged ageless male elf gracefully enters from west.
The short-legged ageless male elf tells you in Common: Hello Sir!
You speak calmly in Common: We Shaolin do protect the cities in times of
attack and great need. Sometimes though, the enemies are too many and we
fall.
>In the distance you see a small group of hooded elves, obviously some kind
of priests, walking down the road.
The short-legged ageless male elf gracefully leaves north.
You speak calmly in Common: Those scars are memories of resurrections, where
my deity, the ladye Evren, choose to resurrect my immortal soul into another
body, so I may continue to fullfil my destiny.
>Ethya[female elf] smiles friendly.
Alhiri[male elf] frowns softly, tilting his head.
Alhiri[male elf] says in Common: That's not very nice though is
it..
Suddenly Valandil[male elf] turns to stone.
You speak calmly in Common: Dying is a horrifying experience.
>The statue of Valandil[male elf] crumbles to dust.
You speak calmly in Common: Most of those who die move on to the afterlife.
Only a chosen few do get the chance to be resurrected to walk on forostar
again.
>
   On this slightly clouded autumn night the stars twinkle brightly. A
   strong wind blows from the south.
You speak calmly in Common: People say it are those which destiny is not yet
fullfilled.
>Alhiri[male elf] says in Common: S-So...You've died before?
You ask in Common: Though who are we to know the mind of the gods?
Hmmmmm.
You emote: Glorfindel's eyes are crossed by a dark shadow for a moment.
You nod.
You speak calmly in Common: I have died many times, more then I do
remember.
>Suddenly the ground start to tremble. As you look down you see the head of a
statue appear from the ground, then the body and finally the legs. Just a
second later the statue of Valandil[male elf] turns alive.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Sixty deaths of what?
A swarm of bats flutters out of a nearby tree and leaves into the night.
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: Alhiri asked me if I had died before.
I said, I believe this should be he sixtith time the lady Evren chose to
resurrect me.
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: I see, that's quiet a few times.
>Ethya[female elf] smiles thoughtfully.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: My count is only once, it seems.
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Alhiri has never been killed or
hurt, he doth play the part of the maiden in distress quiet well.
You chuckle slightly.
>Alhiri[male elf] says in Common: I don't want to di- HEY! I-I do
not!
Alhiri[male elf] blushes, pouting and looks away.
You speak calmly in Common: Outside the gates of our beloved city, things
ain't like they should be.
You speak calmly in Common: No matter how much effort is put in, the
darkness has a stranglehold on Forostar these days.
>Ethya[female elf] smiles friendly.
Ethya[female elf] smiles thoughtfully.

   On this slightly clouded autumn night the stars twinkle brightly. A
   strong wind blows from the south.
You speak calmly in Common: Those who walk out, should keep their bows and
swords on their side, arrows notched and eyes wary.
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: True, that is true...
Alhiri[male elf] says in Common: That's why I have Valandil with
me~
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Alhiri, I can't protect you from
everything, I'm not even that skilled nor that strong.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Honestly, I need alot of practice
before I am.
An ornamented coach pulled by four beautiful horses passes by.
You tell Valandil[male elf] in Common: Though, as I was suggesting earlier,
I would get into contact with the Lord Marshall of the crusade, if I were
you. He will surely be able to show clearer understanding as how your views
contradict with that of the Crusade.
>Alhiri[male elf] looks at Valandil[male elf].
You are surrounded by an aura of calmness and peace.
You are wearing a black bead-covered belt, a black silk robe, a forest-green
cloak, a left brown leather sandal, a massive black ring, a right brown
leather sandal, a runic ring with a medium-sized very pale green-sparkling
jewel and a straw hat.
Under that you are wearing a black leather jacket, a black leather shirt, a
padded tunic, a pair of black leather trousers, a pair of leather
thigh-guards, a silver bracelet and a silvern prayer-chain.
  You are carrying a bluish-gray whetstone, a compass, an iron key, a
  big clay pot (1l) with darkviolet liquid (more than half-full) and an
  ornamented bluish wakizashi.
It's Night.
 Southern crossing in Elvandar.
 In the center of this crossing, a wonderful fountain showing a golden sun
 spills water into a basin. Far to the north is the bustling city market
 place, while to the south it is possible to leave the city. A Circle Road
 starts to the east and west, while in the distance to the north, two
 colourful shining towers rise up to the sky.
There are four obvious exits: north[r], east[r], south[r], west[r].
Alhiri[male elf], Ethya[female elf], Valandil[male elf] and Whirlwind[male
horse].
>Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Well, for one, I'm pretty sure the
vow of Chastity does contradict with one thing I believe in, I do believe a
man should leave upon this world, someone to inherit his blood.
You speak calmly in Common: The time is growing nigh and dawn's nearly here.
I'll have to rest for the time being.
>Ethya[female elf] smiles friendly.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Very well.
Valandil[male elf] says in Common: Be well, monk.
You bow politely.